The Wolves of Appalachia
This needs polishing. And in one part finishing. But what ever, have a love letter to broken buildings in the woods and the way a cobweb covered bible look in the rays of a sun set and how a place of worship is powerful to more than one sort of god.
And shout outs to my partners without whom I would have given up on writing a long time ago, and who both to some extent inspired this story
TW for sex and religious spaces (But no religion has happened here recently)
Churches have always felt strange to me. Even the small backwoods one I stood in, unused for over fifty years, had a certain power. The off-white paint, that surely contained lead, flaking off the walls with half the windows busted in. Glass and leaves littering the hard wood floor and I was just glad I had the forethought to come with good shoes this time.
Somehow, even this decrepit, forsaken place still felt like it held the hope of the people who had once loved it. A perfect spot/
I pulled out a camera and started to take photos.
A stuffed toy, abandoned in a pew, covered in mildew and dust
“Mil and Jen 4ever” with the 4 crossed out and a 5 scratched above it, more freshly scraped in the back of the alter, next to a worn and dissolving copy of the bible.
The gaping hole where the ceiling collapsed, shingles and splintered beams hanging down covered in moss and creeping kudzu. The light from the setting sun and a glorious view of the full moon as it took center stage.
I went back to the alter and took another shot from there. The view of the pews and the open door and the forest just outside. The cool scent of the forest filled my lungs and I held that breath.
God it was peaceful.
Something snapped loudly outside, followed by a bark. I jumped and stumbled back from the alter, knocking the breath from my lungs as I hit the back wall.
A large shadow fell over the open doorway and a large furry form stepped into it. I bit back a squeak and fell to my knees behind the alter just as another howl rattled the remaining windows.
A growl answered it and something hit the floor with a crash. A snarl. More crashing. I shoved my back against the alter and hugged my knees.
What the fuck. It sounded like wolves. That was too big to be a wolf. What the fuck.
One of them yelped and I swear I heard a laugh.
The sounds coming from behind me got louder. Leaves crunched and I heard wood splinter. Then a beat of silence before it was split by a growl far too close for comfort.
The growl was answered and then a bark. I closed my eyes and tried to make my heart beat slower.
The growls quieted and the sounds almost…. Almost sounded like giggles. I shuddered. Then it got quiet.
I strained to hear more. To hear anything over my heart and the short breaths I sucked in. My breathing was far too loud. There was no way in hell those things didn’t hear me.
Another sound. Almost a moan, but too deep and growled out. A louder growl answered it and the snapping of teeth. The sounds picked up again, growls and snapping and then the groan of wood as something heavy fell on it.
Were they fighting? I could get to the door, make a run for the car. It would only work if they were distracted.
And to know that, I’d need to turn around and look. Jesus, I did not want to look.
As the sounds grew more aggressive, I shakily started to turn and lean out of my hiding spot.
The two beasts were engaged on the floor in the center of the room. The strange shapes I had seen outside proved to be humanoids covered in fur. With long shaggy tails and pointed ears and teeth that flashed as they growled at each other. The one on top was smaller and almost tan, while the other seemed to blend into the shadows despite her size. Both looked like they had just run through the forest… or rolled across the leaf strewn floor.
They had apparently run into the furniture as they fought, the pews now backed up right to the walls. I’d never get past them.
The one on the bottom yelped as the other nipped at its neck. Her neck? I was assigning gender to two very inhuman things but… both were thin, and feminine looking and….
Then one spoke.
“It’s my turn this month, damn it, Jen!” The one on the bottom growled up at the other, “You got a chance last month, my turn!” The voice was more growl than words.
The other, Jen, bared her sharp teeth and grinned down at them. Her tail swished back and forth excitedly. Like she was a dog playing the best game.
“But you still gotta beat me, Milly~” The growl was almost a purr and Milly seemed to take offence to this. She surged up and the growls returned in force as Mil forced Jen over and onto the floor.
“Yeah, but it’s my turn, and you were more excited about this than I was,” Her voice was softer, but it sent a tremor straight through me to my toes and I pressed a hand against my mouth to keep from squeaking. She grasped jens wrists and pressed them into the floor above her head.
“Keep them there for me, ok?” She grinned as Jen let out a half bark half moan.
I couldn’t look away as the larger beast leaned down over the other. She lay spread out on the floor. Arms stretched above her head.
“Are you going to DO anything now that you won, Milly~” She purred from the floor, “You seemed so excited, are you getting cold fe…” she let out an exaggerated moan as Milly raked a clawed hand down her chest.
“Like I had to fight that hard, please, Jen you’ve been begging for weeks,” I bit my lip and craned my neck to see better as Jen yelped as the clawed hand squeezed her breast.
“If you aren’t more quiet everyone for 30 miles will hear you,” Milly playfully admonished, before she leaned down and slowly bit at Jen’s throat.
Jen moaned as Milly worked the hand hidden between them.
“…illy, please,” Jen’s voice was high and breathy as she arched into the other beast’s touch.
“shhhh~” Milly whispered, “Relax, give into it, Lover. Let go and make a mess for me,”
Jen yelped and I watched her convulse as Milly grinned down at her.
My heart was in my throat and I was torn between trying to make a break for it and shoving my hand down my pants.
I opted for neither and watched as Jen howled and came. Milly surged towards her and I hard Jen’s moan break off as the larger beast bit her and held her as she shook. I couldn’t help the squeak that escaped my lips.
They both went still and I snaped back into hiding behind the alter. There was no way they ahdn’t heard that.
I heard hushed growls, a few giggles, and then quiet footsteps coming towards me.
“I think,” Milly purred, her voice just behind me, “We had a voyeur tonight,” I heard the floor creak, and then, right beside me, “I can smell her wet panties.”
Jen giggled, “Oh I can too,” I glanced upwards and made a choked noise as I looked in to Jen’s bright green eyes, “And she smells very…”
“Tasty,” Milly finished. My eye’s darted to the side and her face was right next to mine. Her eyes were the same unnatural green as Jen’s. Those eyes, I felt like a mouse staring into them. Like she was slowly making me smaller and more afraid.
A single clawed finger touched under my chin and I almost sobbed as a shudder ran through me.
“Aw, Milly~” Jen stepped around the other beast and the pew to stand before me, “You’re scaring the poor thing,” Then she was in front of me, kneeling with her muzzle and sharp teeth inches from my face. The flash of her teeth as she grinned made my heart stutter.
“Sure, and you’re definitely helping to calm her down,” Milly growled in my ear and I moaned as I realized she had moved even closer. Jen giggled.
“That’s the thing, I want her worked up,” Her hands hit the alter on either side of my head and I gasped and tried to sink into the floor.
Milly gently ran a claw up my side and I yelped, “Aw, and she’s sensitive, play nice Jen,” I whimpered as Jen lowered her face to my neck. My eyes slammed shut as a tongue gently touched my skin.
A deep chuckle from beside me was all the warning I got as they acted as one. Milly grabbed my shirt and sliced it open as Jen bit viciously into my shoulder. The scream was caught in my throat and came out a choked moan.
Jen giggled and I felt one of her claws scrape up my side and to my chest. Vicious fingers pinched at my breasts as sharp pin pricks raked down my thighs, shredding my shorts. Part of my brain tried to fight the fear and press back. Escape the flight response and fight back, but with every nip to my skin and every touch of dangerous claws I fell deeper into that fear.
A sharper pain near my core startled me and my hand grabbed at that source. I moaned in fear as I grasped warm, fur covered steel.
“oh, sweetheart,” Milly purred and I forced my eyes open just a slit, “You can’t pretend you don’t want this,” Jen repositioned herself and started chewing another mark into my neck. With a growl, Milly pushed her out of the way, and dragged me down to lay under her.
“You,” Her claws ripped into my shorts and I suddenly felt very exposed, “Want this, don’t you.” Jen appeared above my head and she grinned down at me.
Milly hummed, “I think, since Jen just made such a mess, you should clean her up,”
Milly pushed Jen off of me again and I sucked in a breath of air before she stuck two clawed fingers in my mouth.
“You better get these wet for me, cutie. You may be soaking, but I wouldn’t want to hurt you,”
I moaned and did my best to lick every inch of her fingers as Jen righted herself and leaned over me.
“You look so tasty,” She giggled and nipped at my breast. She nipped again and again and I realized each one cased me to cry out as she neared my nipples. The fingers in my mouth pressed deeper as well. I was caught between the two and my body was running out of adrenalin to keep me pinned and terrified.
The soft touch of Jen’s tongue to my nipple …. (Panic is too gay to finish this thought right now)
Milly stared down at me looking smug as Jen grinned up at me between my legs. The iron grip of Milly’s hands around my wrists stole the last of my will to fight and I tried to be quiet as Jen ran a claw along my inner thigh.
“I’m wondering,” She murmured, “How loud we could get her, we’ve got all night.”
Milly grinned down at me, “She got pretty loud why you played with her tits,” They laughed, and I made an attempt to hide my face.
“Oh but Mil~” Jen sighed as met my gaze, those green eyes boring into my soul, “I want to hear her howl.”