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Abducted By Moonlight #11

A werewolf stalks his newly found human mate in the forest when a UFO abducts them both. What happens when the alien tries to stake a mate claim on her too?

TW/CW [a WIP, will be added to]: Stalking, consensual sex, shifting, breaking bones, abduction, aliens, violence, panic attacks, sword crossing, group scenes.

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🏵️ Poppy

My sense of smell is the first thing to come to life as I wake. As I gasp for breath, the air that fills my nostrils is heavy with the scent of mold, dampness, and mud. My head throbs, and I instinctively reach up to touch the tender, swollen bump near my hairline.

“Shit,” I mutter, feeling a surge of queasiness as I struggle to sit up.

“Personally, I think it would be in your best interest to wait until your concussion has settled before making any demands from me, alien female.” The weaselly voice is coming from directly in front of me.

My eyes snap open, and I quickly assess my captor’s appearance. Z and he share the same alien species, but his exhausted demeanor sets him apart. His short fur is dirty and matted and when he turns his head, I can see that one of his ears is simply not there. The damage was reminiscent of a wild animal’s bite, as if it had been ripped off forcefully.

I lean back, crab walking until I hit my shoulders on the moist cave wall.

“What?” I squeak, confused at what he thinks I’m implying.

“If you want to breed, I’d prefer you with the least amount of brain damage I can get, not that I have room to be too picky in a mate.” He curls a lip over his teeth and pats his stomach as he laughs hard at what I assume he thinks is a joke.

“What makes you think I want to have sex with you?” I bark, holding my fists up in front of my face. “I don’t even know you—not to mention that you fucking kidnapped me!”

His eyes had a lifeless, dull look, as if they held no trace of kindness or goodness. It sends shivers down my spine. Just as I looked, I couldn’t help but notice the knife’s shine as it lay menacingly on his lap.

“You will, once you realize it’s me or dying up there, on your own.” He points to what looks like the cave’s entrance. A flap of some kind of pink animal hide covers my escape route.

I don’t wait for him to elaborate. I’m not staying down here with this crazy fucker—head wound or not!

Spring up, thankful that I’ve still got my sneakers on, I make a break for the door. The crusty alien does little to stop me.

“No, wait, don’t…” The alien isn’t bothered at all. Kneeling in front of the stone, his eyes are drawn to the glinting knife in his hands as he expertly sharpens it, the rhythmic scraping sound echoing in the cavern as I flee.

I push at the leather, still running at top speed as I fly through the door. The sunlight blows out my vision momentarily as I leave the dark hole. But when my foot should hit the ground, it hits nothing, and my body drops making my stomach lurch into my throat.

I scramble, grabbing the lip of the opening and clinging to the sheer rock wall as gravity makes me her bitch. I wince as one of my nails breaks off as I dig in, thankfully finding a handhold to keep me from plummeting hundreds of feet to my certain fucking death.

Struggling to pull the rest of my body back up, though, I panic when I see the furry out-stretched arm reaching under my armpits to drag me back into the cave.

“Let go of me, asshole!” I yelp, pushing and screaming at him as soon as enough of my body is in the cave that I won’t pivot back off the cliff.

“Brain damage, that’s all this is��unless your kind can fly?” He cocks his head and appraises me, I assume, for a set of wings.

He doesn’t heed my request though and keeps me in his arms until depositing me back to the spot I woke up in.

“You know, if you calm down, maybe I’ll feed you,” He says with an offputting smile.

This mother fucker looks like he pets cats the wrong way.

I wrap my arms around my knees, making myself as small as I can. I’m really over being abducted at every turn. I know I won’t be able to scale a fucking cliff to escape, though, so I need time to figure out another plan. That can’t be the only way into the cave—can it?

“How did you get me down here?” I ask, hoping that maybe he’ll divulge some information that will help me escape.

“I carried you,” he sighs, annoyed at how obvious the answer must be.

“Down the fucking cliff?”

“I’ve had lots of practice climbing, been here for a while after all.” He sheathes the knife at his side, and leans back a bit, giving me the once over. “I’ve never seen one of you before…where are you from?”

“Fuck off,” I say, turning away from him, trying to scope out any other route out of here.

The more I look, the more the dreadful realization hits me. That door, and climbing up the side of a mountain, is the only way out or in.

I’m screwed.

“Well, hello to you too, female of unknown origin. I’m Qoinuliz, and I’ve been exiled here for maybe seven planet cycles? You kind of loose track of the time after a while,” This Quiznos mother fucker laughs to himself as if this is some kind of big joke.

“Wait, I thought this planet was fucking poisonous…shouldn’t you be dead if you’ve been here longer than a few days?” I don’t doubt he’s telling me the truth, though. This bastard looks like he’s been living rough for some time.

“Yeah, I mean, if you stay up there.” He points to the ceiling of the cave. “But I’m not crazy. The spores can’t get us down here.”

Narrowing my eyes at his whole ‘not crazy’ assumption, I realize he’s right.

There’s not a single mushroom in this cave. Just me, this lunatic, and a pile of dirty woven blankets and hides that I assume is his bed.

He cocks his head, sizing me up once more. His nasty little gaze rakes my body from toe to tip.

“I was surprised they’d allow a female down here with how dangerous it is. But oh, that longing I felt in my chest when I heard you were breedable—you know you wouldn’t be able to form a mate bond to that pompous chieftain’s son if you weren’t—I knew I didn’t have to be alone anymore. No matter the crimes that got me here, I could be happy, whole.” The self confessed criminal reaches his hand out to me, getting too close for comfort.

I slap the shit of out it, and he pulls in into his chest, covering it with his other palm.

“No matter, you’ll come around,” he hums curtly to himself, stands, and walks back to the dirty little nest. “If you get cold, I’m right here.” He says plopping down and rolling away from me.

I’m twice kidnapped, on a dangerous alien planet, and trapped with the least desirable man of all my monstrous options.

Who’d have thunk it that I’d miss wolf boy and Z? I hold my hand up, looking at the nasty, broken, bleeding acrylic on my ring finger.

I sigh, doubting that this alien hermit has any good recommendations for a half decent nail tech, and curl into a ball. Now seems like a good a time as any for a good cry.

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Abducted by Moonlight #10

A werewolf stalks his newly found human mate in the forest when a UFO abducts them both. What happens when the alien tries to stake a mate claim on her too?

TW/CW [a WIP, will be added to]: Stalking, consensual sex, shifting, breaking bones, abduction, aliens, violence, panic attacks, sword crossing, group scenes.

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👽 Zenthonis

I don’t understand how Lowell can be so infuriating and yet so alluring at the same time. Through some strange twist of fate, I have been provided with two mates. One who seems barely interested in our new arrangement, and the other who waffles between constantly needing to challenge my every word and pumping pure pleasure from me.

I can never tell where I am with him. Even now, as his sweet breath fans over my lips from his snout, I unsure if he wants to bite me, or kiss me. Maybe both?

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” I concede, trying my best to diffuse either of the tensions we’re feeling. My shoulders shrug back in defeat, a position I’m not used to accepting. “I just want to make sure Poppy is safe. I worry we’ll run out of food—“

“I’m sorry,” He cuts me off curtly. Placing his paw on my chest. It’s warm and soft. I want him to run the pads of his clawed fingers all over me. My cock jumps at the contact. “My wolf’s form is consuming me, distorting my thoughts and intensifying my aggression beyond my control.”

“Your wolf’s form?” With my head tilted, I let my eyes wander down his imposing, hulking form. What could he possibly mean?

“I’m a werewolf, a shifter, but I’m stuck in this body because I’m controlled by my moon.” As he says it, he scratches his arms, like this body feels strange on his bones.

“What do you look like normally?” I trail my fingers over his hand as I ask. Would I like Lowell in his other form?

“Like Poppy.”

I stare at his hard chest with a dubious glare.

“Like a human male,” he corrects with an eye roll. I’ll admit part of me is disappointed. Poppy’s swollen chest looks delectable, and I wouldn’t mind touching two sets of soft breasts. My people don’t have such a thing, it seems incredibly exotic.

“Does it hurt to stay like this?” My hand falls from his fingers down to his chest. He looks down at my touches, but does nothing.

“Sometimes, I can feel my human body getting stiff and weak.” His gaze unfocuses, and I assume he’s searching somewhere inward.

“I am sorry, you know.” I whisper, trialing my caress lower still.

He sighs, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.

“I know. Let’s move on and not dwell on this. Besides, I’m sure Poppy still wants us to find her something better to eat—don’t you, Pops?” We both turn our head to where Poppy should be.

Should be, but isn’t.

Lowell’s face contorts with panic, making us instinctively break our gaze and prepare ourselves in defensive stances. As he searches, the earthling’s nostrils flare wide, trying to catch a whiff of our mate’s scent. My gaze is fixed on the forest floor, searching for any disruptions that could show her path, and it doesn’t take long for me to find her trail.

Each of us following their own intuition, we arrive at the base of a large mushroom, now covered in what I can only assume is Poppy’s piss.

“We’re not alone. Someone else was here.” Lowell’s face is grave.

“They’ve taken her.” I feel as though I’ve been punched in the gut. “We should have been watching her…”

Lowell doesn’t respond. Instead, he sticks his enormous nose to the ground and tracks her scent.

I pull blood star from my hip and follow close behind.

Though it’s unspoken, I know we both will rend her kidnapper limb from limb. Whoever took Poppy from us will rue the day they meet her mates.

“The trail is still fresh,” Lowell mutters.

“Good, we haven’t lost much time.” My heart is in my chest, knowing that every second counts. The sooner we find her, the more likely she’s safe…that she’s unclaimed.

I shudder at the thought of exiled scum with their grimy mitts all over our sweet mate.

“There shouldn’t be anyone here…the spores.” I say the realization aloud, but mostly to myself.

There hasn’t been an exile from any of the tribes in years, long enough for the poison of this planet to kill anyone left here.

“I don’t care who or what has taken her. All we need to think about is getting her back.” He grunts, taking a sharp turn, nose still against the ground.

My arms loop around his midsection, and I pull his haunches back against my hips sharply. Lowell snaps his head around, eyes wide as he snarls at me.

“Now is not the time!” He growls.

I blink before taking a deep breath. He would let me take him thus another time?

I shake my head, and the image of a mewling Lowell underneath me out of my mind. I know he’s blind with anger and concentration because he doesn’t see the sheer cliff that is only a step away.

“I just didn’t want you to plunge to your death, is all.” I say slowly, my body stock still, not wanting to risk and accidental friction.

Lowell’s eyes go wide as he cranes his head to look down the dark and craggy ravine.

“But the trail ends here?” His face falls, turning morose.

The pit of my stomach hallows out, as I search for anything that might prove Poppy didn’t befall the same fate Lowell might have, if I wasn’t here to stop him.

“No,” Lowell’s voice is soft. “Did I not feel her death? Am I so far from Selene that I’m cut off from that part of our bond?” He’s clutching his chest, already assuming the worst.

I take a deep breath. This can’t be where our story ends. Scanning the mushrooms, I look for any break in the foliage, something to clue me into what’s happened.

That’s when I see it, a crudely anchored knot, a rope that looks made of dried fungi fibers.

“Whoever took our poppy, climbed down there, look!” I scramble, grabbing the knot.

He lets out a groan of relief and grabs the rope from me. He ambles his immense body over the ledge, as if this isn’t the first time he’s descended into the unknown.

“And anywhere she goes, we’ll follow,” he affirms as he ambles down the rocks.

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Abducted by Moonlight #9

A werewolf stalks his newly found human mate in the forest when a UFO abducts them both. What happens when the alien tries to stake a mate claim on her too?

TW/CW [a WIP, will be added to]: Stalking, consensual sex, shifting, breaking bones, abduction, aliens, violence, panic attacks, sword crossing, group scenes.

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“Food…you do eat don’t you?” I ask Z, this seems like a common sense question, but like, who the fuck knows what aliens do. I note Lowell’s concerned wolfy face, and thank my fucking stars that he seems just about as worried as I do.

“Of course, everything eats.” He puts his hands on his hips.

“And what do your kind eat exactly?” Lowell asks a bit dubiously.

“Lots of things, drigui root, roast hoff beast, you know just the standards.” He tells us as if we have any idea what any of that might be.

“And what do we have on hand now? Any of that roast beast?” the werewolf asks, licking his chops. Lowell, without a doubt is a carnivore.

“Oh none of that, I packed light for my battle, just protein rations,” Z tells us as he fumbles for a pouch at his side. He pulls out a handful of of mylar wrapped bars and displays them proudly before offering me my pick. “Which would you like my mate?”

Man, I want the roast beast too.

“Um, are they different flavors or something?” I poke at the prepackaged food, my nose wrinkled.

“Flavors? None, they are devoid of flavor.”

“Yum,” I say grabbing one just as my stomach gurgles again. Frowning deeply I rip open the package with my teeth, appraise the grey brick of sustenance, and pop it into my mouth.

“I thought you said these were devoid of flavor? They taste like sawdust man,” I know I sound like a petulant child, but this is honestly the worst.

“It is incredibly unappetizing, I agree with Poppy.” Lowell pulls his lip up in disgust, but like me, chews the bar all the same.

“There’s nothing we can forage? I mean maybe just some sautéed mushrooms or something?” If I have to eat this for the rest of my days in outer space I’ll go insane.

“The mushrooms? You can’t eat the mushrooms sweet Poppy. Did you not understand when I said they were poisonous?” Z looks concerned, like he’s scolding a puppy.

“Are all mushrooms poisonous then? None of them are safe to eat?”

“Of course not, what nonsense mate! Please do not eat the mushrooms.” He takes my hand as he reiterates his plea not holding the protein bar and looks me in the eyes, his concern for my safety is at very least sincere.

“Mushrooms on earth can be edible,” Lowell offers, grabbing two more protein bars from Z.

The alien looks at him with awe as he scarfs down another disgusting bite, already having eaten the first one nearly whole.

“You know, one of those bars is supposed to sustain a grown male for two days, right?” He side eyes the fuck out of Lowell as he unwraps yet another of the paste glue bars.

The werewolf slides the slowest of smiles across his snout, and I can see the snarky comment bloom behind his eyes.

“I’m not most males, I’m better.”

Z’s face drops, and he shoves the remaining rations back into his waist pouch. “We can’t be wasteful, we still have days to go before we’re retrieved back to the station. I promise, during our mating ceremony, there will be a great feast. I will tell them to prepare many roast hoff. But for now, we must ration.”

“Well, I don’t really do rations, and I’m frankly concerned with your lack of knowledge on your own planet. It doesn’t give me faith that your ready to care for a mate, let alone lead a pack.” I can already see the wolf changing his posture, readying himself for an argument. Lowell lives for this shit.

“We don’t live planet side, and I’ve never been assigned the lowly task of hunting—I’m the future chief.” He scowls, and I can’t help but roll my eyes as yet another round of male showboating begins.

“I didn’t know that providing for your people was so beneath you. Do you really want your mate to starve?” Lowell steps closer to Z, challenging him.

Z leans in, and for a moment I literally want to tell them to kiss. Their mouths hover mere inches away from each other, and part of me know this macho bravado is because they both are probably feeling a little weird about their jerk off competition earlier.

For once in my life, I take the higher road and keep my mouth shut. In fact, I ignore them completely as I tuck the wrapper into the cell phone pocket of my leggings and look around for a more private spot.

Those ding dongs are so busy yelling at each other about who could provide a better life for me that they don’t realize when I get up and wander into the woods, looking for a spot to piss.

Despite those two weirdos just having seen me disc jockeying my old record, I have no desire to share my bathroom actives with them too. I scoot around a particularly large, and unfortunately inedible mushroom.

Pushing my hand against it’s tree trunk like stalk, I test it’s sturdiness. Unlike wood, it’s firm but surprisingly springy.

Pulling my pants down and lean against it, I can still hear my mates arguing in the nearby distance. Things are getting so heated that I would bet good money I could pee and sneak back without either one realizing that I’m gone.

Maybe they should kiss, get whatever this bullshit is out of their system, I find myself thinking as I try and angle the stream so I don’t pee all over my pants.

I mean I kind of agree with Lowell, there’s this whole planet and Z doesn’t know anything that’s good to eat. Seems kind of narrow sighted.

I do my best to drip dry, not being confident about wiping with any of the gushy fauna at my feet. I can either be abducted by aliens or have a yeast infection, I refuse to do both at the same time.

As I slide the high-waist band up just below my tits, I hear a voice. I snap my head up to see what looks like a bigger, scarier, and all around meaning version of Z.

He cocks his head, almost as if he was an owl, and a huge grin crosses his face. Only as he turns do I see the glint of his knife in the glow of the mushroom forest. It’s raised high over his head, as if he’s ready to attack.

I’m frozen in fear.

“Well well well, what do we have here?” He whispers as he steps slightly closer.

My body finally catches up to my brain, a surge of adrenaline flooding my system, and I scramble around the mushroom stalk and attempt to run back to my big and grumpy, definitly horny for each other, protectors.

The mushroom forest has other ideas though. My foot, in an attempt to propel myself forward, slips against the wet and decomposing fungi of the forest floor.

I face plant into the ground, my scream muffled as I lose consciousness from the impact. The last sensations I have are of the stranger grabbing my ankle and dragging me in the opposite direction of my mates.

God fucking damnit.

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Abducted By Moonlight #8 with Art by Rowan Woodcock

A werewolf stalks his newly found human mate in the forest when a UFO abducts them both. What happens when the alien tries to stake a mate claim on her too?

TW/CW [a WIP, will be added to]: Stalking, consensual sex, shifting, breaking bones, abduction, aliens, violence, panic attacks, sword crossing, group scenes.

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🐺 Lowell

Poppy gives me a knowing glance that conveys all the insight I need to know about her sexual past.

Poppy is no virgin.

The mate bond balks at the thought of her with another man, but I suppose I’ve not lived like a monk either. I do my best to push down the growl that wants to erupt from my snout. But my human side knows it’s useless to reason with the wolf within me.

We both existed before we met, but I know I won’t want to if we part—at least my wolf and I agree on that sentiment.

I turn to Z. The confusion on his face is making me feel strange. I don’t think I’ve come that hard in a long time, and for as fucking confusing as it was, I’ll admit that I enjoyed seeing him squirm under my hand.

The confusion on Z’s face turns to sadness and I’ll be fucking damned if my wolf doesn’t want to comfort him.

“Your experience, just as ours, isn’t important right now—what is important is protecting Poppy.”

Poppy shifts her weight from foot to foot, tugging with one hand at the stretchy material of her leggings.

“Poppy, what do you want to do?” I ask, trying to remain calm, and praying to Selene that she doesn’t reject our bond.

“I want…” she trails off as she looks between the alien and I. “I can’t go home.” The realization of our situation hits her.

Balling up my fists at my sides, I dig my claws into my palm.

I’ll never see my pack again. Fuck, I don’t even know if I’ll be able to shift to my human form, either. I’ve tried so many times since we landed, but nothing.

Am I too far away from my moon?

Each day I spend in my were form, my human body feels more distant. I can barely remember what it looks like.

“No, I don’t think we will. I think Z’s telling the truth.” I ache to wrap my arms around her, around them both honestly. This situation is fucked, but at least I’m here with my mate.

“I didn’t mean for it to be like this. I thought for whatever warrior the Deenz brought would find it a great honor. The champion of Earth.” He’s talking fast, his hands stressing his point.

“What if you’d had lost?” Poppy asks. “Would you have figured out how to get him home?”

Z’s brows furrow even deeper.

“I would not,” he says simply, puffing out his chest.

I want to laugh at his hubris, but I know now isn’t the time. He steps toward Poppy, wiping my cum from his hand before offering it to her.

I know my wolf should balk at the idea of him touching her, but it doesn’t. He remains calm, like he knows Z is safe to touch her. He feels like…

“I did not mean for you to get caught up in this, to be taken from your home. But I am glad that I have found you—both of you.” He reaches to me with his other hand, and I take it.

“This is so fucked up,” Poppy breathes before gulping her anxiety down. “Will you both protect me?” She questions softly.

Ensure her safety? The moment I saw Poppy on that trail, she became the center of my universe.

“Of course,” he declares. “My life and my heart to you completely and without hesitation. I am yours until my dying breath.” I take my paw and grab her other hand, connecting us all in this strange circle of mates. Z nods a simple yes.

The moment our voices reach her ears, an uncomfortable silence fills the room. Poppy’s nervous habit of chewing on the side of her cheek lets me scent the trace amounts of blood in her mouth. I don’t like this nervous habit of her. We wait together for her to speak and I don’t think either Z or I draw a breath until she does.

“Well, if I can’t go home, I want both you.” She says with resolution.

“Yes, you are wise,” he mutters. “Mates belong together.”

“I might need time before we, you know.” Poppy pulls her leggings a little higher.

“I am patient. There is no rush.” Z says in a comforting tone.

They both look at me, waiting to hear what I think of this situation.

“I lost my pack, and for as much as I’d like to be furious at Z for this entire situation, my wolf isn’t. I trust that side of my psyche. I won’t question my instincts.”

Despite the insane circumstances, there is an unexpected camaraderie among these strangers—my mate and the alien who orchestrated our abduction—a feeling that is both unsettling and oddly reassuring. I’ll do whatever it takes to avoid living as a wolf plagued with torment, without a mate or a pack. That’s what these strangers are now.

They are my pack.

“Okay, so what do we do now Z?” she asks the grinning alien to my right. His face is bright with an unbridled glee.

“We must wait until the transport unit lands from the station. Then you can meet your tribe. They will love you.”

“You don’t live on this planet, then?” I ask, confused about how the alien living arrangements work.

“Of course not. The mushroom forest’s spores are poisonous after an extended period. We hunt and gather here. We live on the station—other tribes do the same.” He’s says as if it’s common sense.

“Oh poison, great…” She gulps again and I can tell she’s trying not to freak out again. “So you live on spaceships,” Poppy squeaks, the shock clear in her voice.

I’ll admit, I’m just as surprised as she is. Judging by the basic design of his weapons and clothing, I inferred that this world lacked modern technology.

“How long before the spores do damage?” I ask, an overwhelming concern flashing through my chest. I won’t let Poppy come to harm.

“Do not worry, four days. The transport unit will be here in three!” He corrects, picking up on my agitation.

“Call it earlier. That’s too close to risk, not for our mate.”

“Not possible. The data pad’s signal can’t pierce through this planet’s atmosphere. We will meet the transport unit in three days’ time.” He crosses his orange speckled arms.

I almost think he snarls at me before I realize that it’s just the rumbling of Poppy’s empty stomach.

“Boys,” Poppy admonishes, releasing our hands, “No fighting. If you’re worried about me, why don’t we focus on dinner?”

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Abducted By Moonlight #7

A werewolf stalks his newly found human mate in the forest when a UFO abducts them both. What happens when the alien tries to stake a mate claim on her too?

TW/CW [a WIP, will be added to]: Stalking, consensual sex, shifting, breaking bones, abduction, aliens, violence, panic attacks, sword crossing, group scenes.

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🏵️ Poppy

Holy shit, the fucking mushroom pollen just had this strange group jerking each other off. 

The worst part? Despite my protesting, I think in the throes of my horny madness I wanted both of them to fuck me. 

“Alright you nerds, we need a reality check—this has been real, and I wish I could say it was fun... but I’m ready to go home now.” I rub my hands over the outside of my arms, trying to wake myself from this weird combination of wet dream and actual nightmare. 

Z looks up at me, hi blonde brows knit. Now that the fear and the amorous brain fog have lifted, I notice details about the alien I hadn’t before. His profile is more muzzle than a human—it’s giving the cat -like race from Skyrim. He has short blond braids that he’s nestled my synthetic mall clip-in ponytail extension into. Short orangey brown fur covers the rest of his muscular form. 

Like, between him and wolfie, I’m living a furries dream...

“We can’t return home to the station for one moon cycle. I suppose I’ll need to discuss having a male mate with my father and what that means for the tribe.” 

Lowell and I do a double take.”Earth is our home," I gesture with my pointer finger between our bodies. 

“Earth? Not an option. The Deenz have an export only policy. They’re the only ones who are cleared by the universal governing senate to immigrate humans into the galaxy at large.” He seems ashamed, but it passes quickly. “I have no doubt that you both will be welcomed with open arms. It’s been far too long since we’ve introduced new people into our world, but a partner for their future leader will see nothing but hospitality.” 

Z, as Lowell the wolf boy has taken to calling him, is so matter of fact about all this that I don’t really think I’m processing it. Do I even remember his name?  

Holy shit, I don’t even know this guy’s name…and now he’s telling me where fated mates. What the hell does that even mean?

“First, explain the whole mate thing, second what do you mean future leader? Are you like the prince of this planet? That would be fucking wild.” I think I’m still in shock. These aren’t normal questions to be asking your space captor. But I guess it’s not normal to get off watching a werewolf and alien jerk each other off on first meeting either, is it? 

I can tell that Lowell, the big weird werewolf, is biting his tongue. He’s got something to say. Before he can spit it out, though, Z responds. 

“Well, I am the son of our current leader, so I am the natural choice to lead my tribe after he departs. He,” Z points at Lowell. “Was supposed to be a challenge, something to prove that I am worthy of the honor of advising my people. I don’t think what we just did was exactly what they had in mind.” I watch as the alien’s eyes flit down to the werewolf’s drooling cock. 

“And you both, sweet Poppy and the challenging Lowell, are my mates. Although, I am confused about why I required two of you. Breeding Poppy on my own would have thrilled me. I won’t pretend to understand the plan the universe has set into motion for me. I will consider you both blessings.” He goes to wrap his arm around the two of us, like some big group hug. 

“Earth is the only option.” Lowell growls, pushing him back. At present, I hold the position of a leader, not a future leader. I’m the alpha of the salt ridge pack. They depend on me. I can’t just abandon them. My existence won’t be boiled down to either a worthy opponent or a supplementary mate.”

“Is there too much fur in your ears or did not hear me? Earth is not happening. It’s impossible for anyone but the Deenz to access. You cannot go home, and I am sorry.” Z’s eyes soften as he looks at me. “I would have never asked them to take you, but I am glad you’re here–our children will be strong.” 

Our children?!

“Slow your roll. I haven’t agreed to any of this.” My heartbeat picks up. “With either you or Lowell… Like, is that really what my options are for the rest of my life? A wolfman or an alien?” My palm slides over my hip as I rub it absentmindedly. 

“Can’t you just call the Deenz back, tell them there’s been some mistake? You said it yourself. I wasn’t supposed to be here.” 

“They would likely take you back—but not to Earth. You would be forced to work as a bubble dancer or pleasure house female. Neither of which I can allow.” The worry spreads over the alien’s face. 

“So bribe one of them. Surely there’s someone who’s pissed off enough to break protocol.” Lowell offers. 

“Oh yeah, lets do that!” I chime in. 

“The deenz are hive minded. There’s one mind and many bodies. To tell one of them would be the same as telling all of them.” 

“We will find another way, then. Poppy is my mate and the only reason I’m even entraining you right now is because she requests it.” I let Lowell slide his arm over my shoulder, because even though he’s a scary monster…at least the idea of a werewolf is familiar. 

“Do you think you could…um I don’t know what you call it…shift? I could use a human face right now–you know, with the absolutely insane odds we’re up against to get home.” I ask, only a little awkwardly. 

“I…I would if I could. I feel so far away from the moon–Earth’s moon–I’m not sure if I can.” He tilts his head down against his chest and lets out what seems like a subconscious whimper. 

“Great, now we’re all bummed... Listen, if we can work together to get me home, perhaps we can negotiate a solution.”

“Like what? Joint custody?” Lowell scoffs. 

“No asshole, I don’t know. Maybe I’ll pick one of you.” There’s a glint in Lowell’s eyes that tells me he loves that idea. 

“But, it is done. We’re all mates. We have copulated.” Z’s expression drops into a tight little frown. 

“That was foreplay, brother.” Lowell scoffs.

“You mean it gets better than that?” His eyes grow wide. 

“Fuck, are you a virgin?” Did I just touch a virginal alien’s cock? 

“If my translator chip is correct, you’re asking me if I’ve been with anyone else. That answer is no, I told you, I cannot find my release without my mate…well now my mates.” The hurt is splashed as plain as day across his face. “You have both been with others, then?” 

Lowell and I eye each other with a look that leads me to believe that we’re both giant sluts back on earth.

Well, I know I am, at least.

Shit, looks like I have to convince the Virgin alien who’s never orgasmed before me and won’t without me now to let me leave…how in the hell am I going to do that?

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Abducted by Moonlight #6

A werewolf stalks his newly found human mate in the forest when a UFO abducts them both. What happens when the alien tries to stake a mate claim on her too?

TW/CW [a WIP, will be added to]: Stalking, consensual sex, shifting, breaking bones, abduction, aliens, violence, panic attacks, sword crossing, group scenes.

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🐺 Lowell

That alien fucker had me coming so hard that my cock is still twitching, his hands clamped tightly around my knot. The blood slowly starts returning to my brain but my hearing is fuzzy when Poppy makes her request.

Make him come.

I look at the alien, Zendaya–or whatever the hell he said his name was, and see a cocky little grin spread over his face. Z, I decide I’ll call him, has drops of my cum splattered as high as his neck. He’s a masterpiece painted in my seed. 

I never thought I’d be into other males, even though it’s not unheard of for a wolf pack to share, but there’s something about seeing him so pleased at his work that has me throbbing and getting hard all over again. 

“I won’t find release, not without my mate,” he snarks smugly.  

I don’t bother telling him he will. That I’ll have his strange, ridged, vibrating cock spilling before he knows it. My ears flatten against my head, and I pull my lip up into a snarl. I drag my palm through my cum that’s splashed all over his belly and spread the lube all over his shaft. 

His brows knit, but his cock buzzes again. So it seems like he’s not against the idea. His eyes drift from my own and to the plush poppy writhing on the ground. I let my gaze follow and am in awe again at the vision before us. 

Her hands work a feverish pace on her shining mauve cunt, and my knot bulges at the thought of filling her hot channel. Only then do I realize that the alien who wears my mate’s hair extension still has a grip on me. My head snapping back to the bizarre alien who has a hold of me. 

When he clamps his hand over my shaft, pushing his ringed fingers down against my knot, I can’t control the whine that escapes my lips. Even though I’ve already come, and the frenzy the spores had put us all in is clearing, my other hand finds the strange opening his cock emerged from. I trace my claws gently over the skin, taking my time to explore the differences between our bodies. 

It’s not unlike Poppy’s cunt in design, save for the impressive cock now jutting from the space where her entrance would be. Adjusting my hold, I run my thumb along the ridged, pulsating panels near the lower end of his length, imagining the intense pleasure it could bring when seated deep in Poppy’s clenching core. When he slides his fingers back to my knot, and squeezes again.

I snarl, an overstimulated mess, my balls drawing close, ready to release. 

I won’t let him win again. 

Stepping close to him, I bring our bodies so near each other that our hands both rock our cocks onto our bellies, mine trailing hot cum over his hard abs. 

“Isn’t she perfect?” I lean in close, my voice barely a whisper as I speak into his ear, my breath quivering with a mix of lust and anticipation. 

In response, Z lets out a guttural groan, his body involuntarily reacting. The alien’s desire escalating as I pick up my pace. I look over, right as I see Poppy’s back arch, her legs shooting straight. Her mouth, a perfect shade of pink, forms a silent scream. 

Something, maybe the spores, has flipped some switch in my brain. I almost don’t say what I do, afraid of what it might mean.

“Would you like to see our mate speared deep on our cocks–we’d fill her up so well, wouldn’t we?”  

“Yes,” he says, panting, his eyes devouring her just as eagerly as mine. “Our mate,” he repeats.

Despite never thinking I’d say those words together, they feel right, like they fit together. 

As the manic horniness fades from Poppy’s face, her brow glistens with sweat, transforming into a look of awe at the spectacle before her. 

“Please,” Z groans, his grip on my biceps tightening as he thrusts into my hand. “I won’t finish without her.” 

His pleading eyes look into mine, and I know now that he was telling the truth. This isn’t a fun game for him like it was for me, but torture. I’ve been keeping him on the edge for far too long and enjoying every second. 

“He’s not lying,” I grit out to Poppy as she shakily gets to her knees. 

She steps slowly towards us, like her actions are about to trigger something much more significant than getting Z off. It feels as if this one insignificant gesture is sealing our fates together, sending shivers down my spine. 

Her fingers move to our bodies as if they were descending from the heavens like an angel’s touch. With a trembling hand, she cautiously stretches between us, the air thick with tension, until her fingers finally find mine. 

“Why is this so fucking hot?” Her grip tightens on my hand as she forcefully directs it over his buzzing shaft, her eyes blazing with desire. 

“I–I–” and that simple touch is all it takes. 

Z gasps as his cock explodes with a purple liquid. He slumps against us, trying desperately to pull his hips from our grasp. Poppy doesn’t stop, or let me until his cock slides back into his body, his swollen lips clamping shut as soon as it has retreated into his body. 

He clings to us for support, pleading for mercy, his head finding solace in the small gap between my biceps and Poppy’s shoulder. “Please, my mates, no more—I have reached a state beyond bliss. There is nothing as pure as what I feel now…”

I put an arm around each other, pulling them close, and supporting Z. 

“What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into?” I ask in a daze. 

“I didn’t get myself into any of this…but holy shit, like are you two weirdoes my fuck buddies now?” Poppy keeps looking between me and the alien as if she can’t believe it either. “What happens after this?”

I bite the side of my cheek, not knowing what to tell her. I don’t know what we do now, but I have a feeling that Z won’t want us going back to Earth. There’s a bond, a sudden and strange connection, forming deep inside me. Poppy, Z, and are entwined together, rooted in each other’s bodies. I can’t predict what happens next, but one thing is certain—

I want them both.

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Abducted By Moonlight #5

A werewolf stalks his newly found human mate in the forest when a UFO abducts them both. What happens when the alien tries to stake a mate claim on her too?

TW/CW [a WIP, will be added to]: Stalking, consensual sex, shifting, breaking bones, abduction, aliens, violence, panic attacks, sword crossing, group scenes.

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👽 Zenthonis

I try to rationalize why the mushrooms would spore so early in the season, especially when the universe has also gifted me my xorlara. At the thought of her, I can feel my cock pressing through my slit. 

I tear away my battle breeches and push my palm against my body to keep it under control. It buzzes in defiance of my actions.

When my attentions return to the round and plush body of my mate, I’m in awe at her standing before me. She is a vision, no matter how different we are physically. Even without her braid, which I’ve clipped to my hair in tribute, she is breathtaking.

But when I see her hand rubbing her sex through her strange black breeches, I know I’m done for. Any attempts at keeping my composure are in vain and my stiff shaft emerges, thrusting from my body.

Her eyes widen when she sees my cock. At first, I think in fear, but from the way she’s touching herself, I don’t think she dislikes it. Has the universe conspired to let us find each other this way? Did my ancestors release these spores for this reason? 

My fingertips find my cock. I’m so close to pumping its length when I hear a growl beside me. I jerk my head to my forgotten contender, and though our eyes are level, I can’t help be seeing his own hardened cock. Its shape is strange, with a bulging near its base. 

“Don’t you dare look at her,” he spits. “I’ll fucking kill you where you stand.” 

Pulling the dagger from my side, I ready myself for the attack. 

“Fuck, can you both just chill out?” The object of our desires whines. “I would appreciate it if you two idiots could stop trying to kill each other long enough to figure out what the hell we’re going to do!” 

The furry beast and I scowl at each other. 

“What do you mean, what we’re going to do? I’m going to kill him, and take you back to—” 

She interjects, “Back to where? Earth? Come on, I know you’re like part dog, but use your people brain. How the hell are we getting home without him? You have some spaceship you haven’t disclosed yet?” 

“So you want to work with the asshole who abducted us from Earth?” He clenches his claws over his thighs. I can only surmise that from the drooling tip of his cock, he’s trying everything he can not to touch himself. 

The spores seem to work no matter the species. 

My mate rips her hands from her lovely fabric-covered chest mounds and balls her fists up at her sides. Her eyes dart to my own, and she looks needy but enraged. 

“How long does this last?” She presses her thighs together. 

“The effect of the spores lasts until the body finds its release,” I groan as my cock jerks, wanting so desperately to be touched. 

The frustrated growl of the beast next to me fills the air. 

“So we come and then we can get back to figuring this shit out?” 

My mouth waters as I desperately try to pay attention to my xorlara, to show her the respect she deserves as my tribe’s matriarch and my chosen mate. 

“Er, yes, clarity will follow our release,” I mutter through my teeth. 

“Fine,” she says with some new determination. She tugs at the hem of the stretchy black top that barely covers her swollen chest. The heavy flesh appendages drop free, the fabric thrown off to the side, as she wrenches the black breeches off her supple ass.

I can’t stop myself any longer, and I rub my palm over the bumpy and ridged plates of my cock. As if screaming in joy, my entire staff buzzes. 

“What are those?” I breathe, pointing with my free hand to her chest. 

“Constant back pain,” she says as she pushes the meat on her chest up, pinching the pink tips at their peaks.

When I do nothing but stare in response, she rolls her eyes but doesn’t stop touching herself. “Breasts, a human thing, I guess.” 

A whine comes from the throat of my opponent. It sounds as desperate as I feel. Which one of us will she choose to help her with her agitation?

She kicks some mushrooms from the forest floor, leaving a large spot of darkness where she sits and spreads her legs. 

“Who is your chosen mate?” I ask, steeling my soul for rejection. It is rare that such a thing could happen, but not unheard of. 

“It’s obvious that she wants me, alien scum,” He takes a step forward, puffing out his broad and hairy chest. I flex my pectoral muscles in response.

“Woah! Get yourself off! No one is fucking me!”

The look on my mate’s face doesn’t match her words. Despite her words, I can’t help but notice the lustful glances she throws at our cocks. She denies herself what she truly wants. My fated one will make us work for her approval.

“I want to respect your wishes, xorlara, but I fear this is not an option for my kind. Since the mate bond is made, I will only be able to find release with you.” If it’s what she truly wants, I will live in the agony that I’m in right now, as long as I can be near her.

“Me too,” the furry bane of my existence adds hastily. I feel as though he’s telling a lie, but I do not know of his kind. So I keep my mouth shut and wait for her response. 

With a hand pressed on her shining sex, she looks quickly between us both with a scowl. 

“Can I just touch you both with my hands, will that work?” 

“Yes, that should be enough,” I tell her, stepping closer. 

The furry beast matches my movements and nods his enthusiastic approval. 

“And you’ll do what I say, stopping when I want you to?” Despite the smell of sex that drips from us all, the acrid scent of her fear wafts past me. It tears me apart to think that I scare her. 

“I would rather fall on my blade than disappoint you.” I cautiously come closer yet as I speak. My opponent follows, kneeling next to my mate at the same time as I do. 

Having another male so close to her in this state is almost painful, but it’s what she wishes, and that is the most important thing. We both reach for her, our hands hovering, waiting for her consent. 

“I…I don’t want you to touch me,” she gets out with much difficulty as she squirms. “I want you to touch each other. When you’re close, I’ll finish the job.”

“You want us to get each other off?” The beast asks as drool drips from his lips. 

“But he is not my mate,” I say in a daze. 

“It would please me greatly, to have less work to do. Isn’t that what you want–to please me?” She speaks slowly, trying to annunciate every word.

“More than anything…” The beast pauses. “I don’t even know your name.” 

“Poppy. What about you two?” The attempts to keep this conversation going as we throb with need are almost comical. 

“Zenthonis, heir to the Murouzian tribe,” I mutter, looking at the male beside me. 

“Lowell, alpha of the Salt Ridge pack,” he eyes me suspiciously. 

Some part of me, even though the heat that consumes me, registers we are both leaders.

Maybe Poppy is so special she needs both of us, males of honor. 

“Great, nice to meet you I guess,” she says, dragging a finger up her slit, staring at us expectantly. “Now is when you should kiss.” She points back and forth between us with her glistening finger.

“Kiss?” I cock my head at Lowell, who licks his lips, completely overtaken by the spores. 

He reaches out, grabs my cock in his huge paw, and pulls me closer until his wet lips touch my own. I freeze when his tongue searches inside my mouth, and I resist the urge to bite down with my sharp teeth. 

Maybe the spores, or wanting to please my xorlara, have my attitude changing. Because when Lowell pumps my shaft, tracing his claws along the lips of my open slit, I moan into his mouth. 

He pauses, and I fear I’ve offended the Earthlings. Pulling his mouth back, he cocks his head down and looks at my stem in his hand. 

“Your dick vibrates?” Lowell pants.

“Yours does not?” I reach past his hand and grip the strange fleshy knob, giving it a firm squeeze. 

Instantly he buries his head against my chest, thrusting into my hand and mewling. Somewhere in the mumbling, I can make out the words ‘my knot’. When I squeeze it again, I can feel his seed leak. 

“Are you sure you can’t finish without our mate?” I ask, suddenly feeling like it’s a challenge. 

His snout grazes my ear, and he whispers, “Why don’t we find out which one of us is lying, then?” 

He rubs his hand on the tip of his tapered cock, smearing his juices on the hand he places it back on my shaft. He moves his lubricated palm, milking me with skill and speed. I clench against his ministrations and my cock buzzes with pure joy. 

When he traces his other hand along the lips of my slit, I shiver.

Even though I know my release won’t come until Poppy can touch me, something is exciting about knowing that my opponent will keep me in this heightened state of pleasure. 

It’s a confusing thing, but I want to make Poppy happy.

The other part of me, the one that wishes him dead, pumps his knot with one hand while the other milks his tip the way I like to work my own. 

The excessive wetness pooling on the head of his cock suggests he was dishonest about needing Poppy’s help to reach climax. I press my lips against his, attempting to replicate the peculiar kiss she had asked us to perform. 

Lowell bucks in my hand as I do in his. I move my mouth to his neck, letting my fangs graze over his thick veins that rest under the fur there. With the pleasure partners I’ve had, this has always made them finish quicker. 

“I’m going to have you coming apart in my hands and prove you a liar yet,” I mutter against him, trying to focus on my goal and not be lost in the sensation of his touch. He growls, his ass clenching hard as he spurts thick white ropes of cum against our bellies, painting us both with his seed. 

I turn, triumphant, to my mate, ready to show her I am the more honorable male. 

She’s arch against the ground, working her pussy with wet slapping noises, her eyes wide as she watches us. 

“Good boy,” she moans. “Wolfie, let’s see if he’s a liar like you…make him come.”

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Abducted By Moonlight #4

A werewolf stalks his newly found human mate in the forest when a UFO abducts them both. What happens when the alien tries to stake a mate claim on her too?

TW/CW [a WIP, will be added to]: Stalking, consensual sex, shifting, breaking bones, abduction, aliens, violence, panic attacks, sword crossing, group scenes.

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🏵️ Poppy

I give one glance back to the monsters behind me. The alien, with its feline-like muzzle, grips my Ariana Grande synthetic ponytail and thrusts it toward the werewolf, who snarls menacingly.

Maybe if they’re busy tearing each other apart, they’ll quit trying to tell me I’m their mate.

Mate, what in the hell does that even mean? It’s not like the Australian mate, there’s definitely an implication behind it.

I mean, I know what the word means…but that can’t be what they're implying, could it? I’m not even the same goddamn species as either of them.

Like, I’m not fucking a literal monster, so it’s for the best that I get the hell out of dodge, right? The sweat drips down my back as I work my way deeper into this bizarre forest.

Where am I going, you might ask? Away, far away from those two big idiots. I drop my eyes down to the trail. Now that I’m far away from the snarling tangle of limbs I left behind me, I can focus on not slipping on the mushrooms that cover the forest floor.

Everything is just so fucking humid and slick. I’m surprised I haven’t beefed it big time during my escape.

I take a second, letting myself really take in my surroundings. I thought I had been running into a forest of trees, but they're just giant mushrooms. The fungi drops glowing powder from their gills, and for a moment I’m awestruck.

It’s like some magic snow, its blue-green lume leaving frosty trails wherever it hits another surface.

The effervescent light trails smear my arms and legs with color, and when I try to wipe it away, it just spreads the fine pollen-like dust around my skin. Large swathes of my arms and chest are Powerade blue.

I do my best to ignore it, driving deeper into the alien jungle. I’m thankful that the plants here are lighted. It would make my escape all the harder if I had to navigate this scenario in the dark.

So I’ll get away from them, and then I’ll—

A twig snaps behind me and I swivel, putting my fists in the air like I even know how to throw a fucking punch.

Thank god there’s nothing behind me except more alien pollen, but my breath feels stuck in my throat.

I’ll get away from the two giant, powerful monsters behind me—you know, the ones who look like they’re fighting a death battle over me, and then I’ll what? Die of starvation until I’m eaten by something bigger and scarier than the himbo’s that would die for me? It’s not like I’ll be able to call an Uber back to Earth.

I seriously must be drinking dumb bitch juice to leave the only protectors I’m likely to find on this alien planet.

Damnit, this shit sucks so fucking much.

I lift my foot out onto a particularly slimy patch, trying to suppress a gag as my toes leave the mushy matter with a squelch.

I turn back the way I came, my footsteps dark marks on the glittering forest floor.

If those idiots back there want a mate, they can have one, if they keep my ass safe here. I’ve been a dinner whore for less back on Earth. Considering the state of the economy, can you really blame me?

I guess I’ll just try my best to make them work for it; I mean me. Maybe I could keep them busy with little contests to win my affection?

Am I creative enough to come up with shit for them to do until I can figure a way off this rock?

Feeling like the answer to the question is no, I start the walk back to my ‘mates’.

I barely get ten paces before I hear another noise in the mushroom brush to my right. I turn my head, thinking that like before, it’ll be nothing.

Instead, with a mouth full of many rows of vicious-looking teeth, is a beast with leather smooth black skin. Its pointed ears are flattened against his head as it pushes a paw out of the denser forest and in my direction.

“Abso-fucking-lutely not!” I mock whisper as I maintain eye contact, but keep walking. I shift my position to keep the front of my body facing the creature but move my feet as fast as I can without breaking into a run.

Treating this encounter like I read about how to deal with bear encounters on the trail, I make my body as big as I can. I don’t want this thing to think I’m running away from it. This would never happen if I hadn’t of thought I needed to go hiking. I don’t even enjoy hiking, and now I’m being forced to hike in outer space and not trying my hardest not to get fucking eaten.

God, I am an indoor girlie.

I think it must be working, as the creature seems to lose interest, but when my heel slips on some gross, slimy mushroom, I scream as my back hits the ground.

Within a second, the animal, looking like a cross between a giant monitor lizard and a tiger, has its paws with lethal claws pinned on either side of my head.

I scream again, though my body feels frozen. It opens its pointed snout again, and this time I get to see its teeth up close.

Just as I’m sure it’s leaning in to rip the jugular from my throat, a huge hand wraps around its neck, wrenching it from over the top of me.

“You will yearn for death by the time I’m done with you!” The werewolf growls as he holds the alien creature by the looser skin on his neck. He handles the animal as if it was nothing more than a kitten. “No one touches my mate without my permission!” He raises a clawed hand, ready to swipe.

Before he’s able to deal a killing blow, the alien rushes us and slams a blade between its ribs. The light behind the creature’s eyes extinguishes, and it slumps limply in the werewolf’s hands.

He seems just as shocked as I am until the alien scoops me up in his arms and presses his forehead to mine.

“I would let nothing hurt you, my xorlara,” he sighs. His fingers stroking some of my softer curves.

“Put her down or I will kill you,” a snarl rips from behind us as the alien’s head is yanked back. The werewolves’ fingers are wrapped around the aliens’ short braids. The alien clutches me tightly and opens his mouth. But before he gets a word in, I decide to interject.

“Enough!” I yell, “Put me down now.”

He doesn’t question me and before I know it, my feet are back on the slippery ground.

“I told you, she’s my mate, it’s obvious that she doesn’t want you to touch her.” the wolf steps towards me but halts when I put my hand out, his face dropping.

“Why don’t you let me speak for myself?” I complain before setting the wheels in motion on my master plan. “I haven’t decided which one of you is my mate.”

There’s a gasp from the alien as both of the males look crestfallen.

“What is there to decide? You are mine, and I know it to be true. Selene wants us to be together!” The wolf whines. Little sad puppy noises punctuate his speech. He clutches at his chest with one hand, as if they thought I might not be his is painful. “Are you…rejecting me as your mate?”

“If you would stop yapping and just listen to me, maybe you’ll find out!” I snap.

The wolf shuts his mouth, but the whines still echo in his snout, as if he’s unable to control them.

“I need to decide which one of you would make the best mate,” I tell them simply.

The alien’s eyes flash red and he turns to the wolf.

“Your death will be my honor,” he says, pulling a larger blade from his bandolier.

“Stop! God, you're both idiots—“ I walk over, grabbing the knife from my potential mate as his bloodthirsty face drops in confusion. “No killing each other, I pick.” I annunciate every word, to make my point clear.

“You pick?” The alien repeats, staring at the just as confused werewolf.

“Yes, I’m in charge now. Got it?” I snap my fingers.

They’re frowning, but at least the wolf nods.

I wipe my Smurf-colored arm under my nose, a sweat stache having formed there during my escape attempt.

Suddenly, my nose itches something awful. I sneeze three times in a row before shaking my head as a warm feeling rushes over my body. When I open my eyes, the mushrooms are dropping more of that beautiful glowing snow.

The alien’s face tenses as he looks at my colored skin and then back to the forest’s giant mushroom cap canopy.

I run my hand over my stomach, suddenly feeling strange. My attentions are brought back to the wolf as he pants hard.

When I look back up, his cock in his hand, and I swear I can almost see the hearts in his eyes as stares at me.

“What’s happening?” I turn back to the alien, who is now clenching his fists at his sides.

“The spores weren’t supposed to drop until next season,” the alien says, his eyes dilating.

“The snow?” I ask him, looking up at the gills of the mushroom that are directly overhead.

“The spores,” he corrects, “help facilitate breeding season for my people.” he pushes a hand over his covered crotch as if he’s trying to keep something in.

“Breeding season,” I repeat in a trance, sliding my hand down to the same spot on my body.

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Abducted by Moonlight #3

A werewolf stalks his newly found human mate in the forest when a UFO abducts them both. What happens when the alien tries to stake a mate claim on her too?

TW/CW [a WIP, will be added to]: Stalking, consensual sex, shifting, breaking bones, abduction, aliens, violence, panic attacks, sword crossing, group scenes.

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👽 Zenthonis

I watch from the shadows of the moist forest of mushrooms, careful not to let my foot slip on any of the more viscous fungi beneath my feet. 

Although this planet was once my species' home, and I am glad to say it is no longer. I don’t care for nature and prefer life on the station that orbits this wet, musty, rock.

The sensitive nerves in my ears buzz, and I feel the deenz ships as it lowers itself from the thick and cloud covered atmosphere.

My father, our clan leader, knew he wanted something better than the usual universal governing senate convict for my battle. 

“You’re going to have to work harder because of who you are to prove to our people that you are worthy as my successor,” were the last words he spoke to me. His hand absentmindedly stroking his mane, a warriors braid that had seen many battles. So when my father contacted the Deenz to retrieve someone from the off limits planet of Earth, I wasn’t surprised. 

I finger my own short mane, barely long enough for a braid. 

Whatever the Deenz found, no matter how brutal, I will earn my place. 

Finally, the silver transport cruiser comes into view. Their tech seems completely out of sync with the natural beauty of this world. Their ships’ power source sends a jolt of unease through my senses.

While I wait for battle, my fingers trace the intricate carvings on the hilt of the bone blade at my waist. A weapon passed down from my father—it’s called ‘blood star’. 

The pod bay doors of the cargo hull open, and a tractor beam roughly deposits the clear-walled cell into the forest clearing.The box makes a squelching noise as it squishes the decaying mushrooms beneath it. The disturbance of the fauna disrupts the natural bio luminosity of the forest and, for a moment, everything grows dark. 

I lean, my fingertips brushing the ground, ready to spring at whatever beast will spring from the cage. 

Slowly, the mushroom’s neural network finds new pathways, and the forest glows again just as one of the plexiglass walls falls off the box. A burst of pollen fills the air as the gills of the mushrooms are crushed by the fallen wall.

I’m ready for whatever arrangement of claws and teeth that this Earth offers.

What I’m not prepared for materializes from the darkness. She, a goddess, is bathed in a blueish green glow before me.

Her soft skin is the hue of a newborn babe before their color comes in. The body that stumbles out of the container is supple, with a roundness I’ve never seen before in my people. Though her curves are covered by incredibly tight black clothing, they strain under the apparent weight of her swollen chest.

The fleshy mounds are confusing to me, as I don’t know their purpose—but I know I want to touch them. They jiggle as she stands, and I see her face, just as pleasant as the rest of her form. Her red cheeks are covered with darker spots that scattered over the bridge of her strange, pointed nose. Green squinted eyes are crowned by a mess of short brown curls that frame her face. 

When she turns back to the box, I see the rest of her long and shining mane. The tips nearly hitting her generous ass.

Ancestors, she can’t be the warrior I’m about to face—can she? 

There must have been some misunderstanding with the Deenz. They were sent to find me a warrior, not what’s in front of me right now.

I pull her scent through my flared nostrils to confirm my suspicions. My muzzle twitches with the realization of who she is. 

This alien is my mate, my xorlara.

I want to be mad at the Deenz, but I can’t. Already my body reacts to her pheromones. I will deal with my battle after I have secured the female. Surely she’ll be pleased that a war chieftain’s son is her fate. 

Rolling my shoulders back, I stand, letting my guard down and fluffing out my fur at my ruff. Already I can feel my cock pulsing and pushing past my slit. 

How can I ache so much for someone so bizarre?

But I know my body would only react like it is if we’ll fit together.

“Mate-“ is the only word that leaves my lips before I see something hulking behind her. A noble beast, its fur the color of the night sky.

His eyes find mine instantly, and they narrow as his snout curls back to reveal a vicious set of teeth. 

This is the champion I seek. His long arm curls around my mate’s distended chest.

He dares touch her? 

Heat surges through my veins and every cell in my body screams ‘mine!’. I push off the slick forest floor, my footsteps leaving a path of darkness in their wake.

“Get your hands off my mate!” I bellow into the night.

The creature’s snarl drops, only for a second, before he pulls her all the closer. 

“Back off, alien asshole, she’s my mate!” Slavia spits from his lips as he threatens me. 

His mate? 

“Impossible. Unhand her, and I promise to make your death quick and honorable. But if your disgusting hands linger any longer, I will cut you open and leave you as carrion for the day scavengers.” 

I pull blood star from its sheath at my hip, holding it horizontally in front of my face. I look down at my precious mate, trying to find a way to expedite her from the warrior’s grasp. 

Her green eyes are wide, and her mouth hangs open in shock. Her blunt teeth have me worried about her ability to protect herself. 

“What the actual fuck, my dudes?” She says in a panic. My mate uses her heel and slams it hard between the beast’s legs. He yelps, tucking his tail between his legs. The blow momentarily loosens his grip, giving my mate enough space to wiggle out from my competitor’s fur covered arms. She slips down to her knees as she scrambles away from him. 

“Good girl,” I sidestep away from the dumbstruck beast. “Come, I will protect you.” 

I gesture for her to join me, but she screams and stumbles further backward, tripping over a large tuber. 

Is she afraid of me? 

“You have nothing to fear. Come to your mate!” I command her. 

“I–I–I am no one’s fucking mate! Both of you need to back the hell off!” She wails, her voice undulating between a screaming and crying. 

I am compelled to rush and console her, despite her wishes. I attempt to grab onto her, but all I get is a handful of her mane. Running my fingers through her fur, I can’t help but appreciate its length, picturing the countless battles that she must have fought and won. But quickly, the once taught fur now feels limp and slack in your hand. 

Perhaps she halted, finally realizing the gravity of the situation and reevaluating her choices. As I look up, I glimpse her running into the forest, her footsteps inky black as she flees away into the mushroom groves. 

“You ripped out her hair!” A snarl comes from behind, right before the stinging blow of claws on my back. 

Clutching my mate’s now unattached fur to my chest, I tuck and roll, dodging the beast’s second swipe. 

“No, I couldn’t have!” I respond, glancing down at what I hope isn’t a mass of bloody roots. 

If I’ve caused her harm, I will end myself here. 

But instead of the dreaded gore, there’s a claw-like clip holding the mane together—a false mane? 

“See?” I yell, needing to prove I didn’t injure her to this stranger. 

He doesn’t care. A flash of black fur fills my field of vision and I feel his teeth sink into my shoulder. 

“I’ll kill you for touching her!” he growls through his blood-soaked lips. 

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[petrapalerno]

Abducted by Moonlight #2

A werewolf stalks his newly found human mate in the forest when a UFO abducts them both. What happens when the alien tries to stake a mate claim on her too?

TW/CW [a WIP, will be added to]: Stalking, consensual sex, shifting, breaking bones, abduction, aliens, violence, panic attacks, sword crossing, group scenes.

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🏵️ Poppy

Oh fuck, my head…

I bring a hand up to my throbbing temple and am assaulted by the smell of B.O. wafting from my underarms. My skin is sticky with sweat, and I can’t even open my eyes for fear of barfing everywhere–I’ve got the spins big time. 

Did I trip on my hike? Fucking damnit, the last thing I need right now is a traumatic brain injury. I don’t even like hiking. How is this fair that I’m being punished for something I’m told that I should do? 

“Of course my big ass would fuck up exercise,” I groan, putting a hand behind me as I push on the ground to sit up. 

But the ground under my palm is…spongy? With my lids shut tight, I explore the strange texture beneath my fingertips, battling the vertigo that makes me reluctant to open my eyes. 

Is this moss? It feels really nice. Maybe if I just focus on this feeling, I can get over the urge to—

The moss fucking moves. Despite my brain’s protesting, I snap my eyes open and stumble to my feet. 

As my vision adjusts to the dark ambiance of the night, a form takes shape at my feet. A huge, furry body comes into focus. 

It looks like a wolf…no not a wolf—

“No fucking way.” I push my toe against his leg, and the creature pulls his foot up and tucking it behind his furry body. 

The thing on the ground, it’s a werewolf. 

Not in like the weird twilight ‘oversized regular wolf’ way, but in like a horror movie way. Stretched limbs, a mouth filled with menacing teeth, and I would guess that when he stands, he’s gotta be seven feet tall. 

He’s a fucking predator.

Even if this is some delulu reaction to head trauma, I’m not waiting around for this fucker to wake up. 

I turn on my heel, ready to run back up the trail, but as I pivot on my running shoes, they emit a high-pitched squeak. 

Upon realizing that I’ve left the forest, my adrenaline immediately kicks into high gear. As my eyes travel upward, they settle on the sight right in front of my face. As I look ahead, a wall, transparent and shiny, looms close, almost brushing against my nose.

I’m inside some kind of plexiglass box, with a fucking werewolf? 

Outside of my prison, I see more boxes stacked around the room, like this is some kind of warehouse space. I can barely make out an enormous moon from a window in the far corner of the room we’re in. 

I was passed out all day? Where the fuck am I? 

I bite the inside of my cheek, holding my breath as the anxiety inside my chest threatens to explode. Suddenly, there’s shuffling behind me, the scraping of deadly sounding claws on plastic. 

The moment I turn around, a surge of fear courses through me. I am completely ill-equipped to confront the menacing monster standing mere feet away.

The wolf is black, with a graying muzzle. He blinks his amber eyes rapidly, looking just as groggy as I was a few moments ago. When he clears the fog from his mind, and our gazes lock, he doesn’t look anywhere near as surprised to see me as I am him. 

In fact, his breathing deepens, and I swear he sniffs the air, as if to smell me. His pupils dilate, and he licks his chops. Only when I trail my eyes down his body, do I realize it’s not the only thing that’s growing.

His massive cock bobs, hard and throbbing, in front of his hips. Its shape is more tapered at the tip than that of a human’s, but the base is bulbous, almost like a second set of hard looking balls above his heavy sac. 

“Are you going to fuck me, werewolf?” I ask in a panic. 

The werewolf is taken aback. He opens and closes his mouth a few times before finally speaking. 

“Do you want me to… fuck you?” He asks, knitting his furry brows together, his ears slicking back against his head. 

“No!” I yelp, wrapping my arms over my torso defensively. 

The werewolf frowns, or at least I think that’s what his muzzle is doing. 

“Then I won’t,” he says matter-of-factly, if not a little dejected. 

“Okay, good!” I nod, though my voice is still a little panicked. “Then why don’t you torque that thing down and tell me why the hell you’ve kidnapped me, then?” I point to his massive erection. 

“I can’t control it, not when my mat—it’s a wolf thing,” he puts his hands over his crotch, concealing his stiff shaft as best he can. “Also, I didn’t kidnap you,” he narrows his eyes at me. 

“Oh, so I just happened to wake up in a box with a horny monster?” I nod several times, on the verge of a breakdown. “Sure, sure, sure–why not?” I say sarcastically, pushing my back against the thick plastic wall. 

“You don’t remember when I caught you in the forest?” He tilts his head, in a very canine like fashion, examining me as I clutch my arm skin a bit too tightly. 

His teeth are so sharp, they glint in the moonlight.

“You caught me? That sounds like kidnapping,” I respond with my ‘poppy classic’ shitty defensive attitude. 

“No, not like that,” he slumps against the other side of our cell, and slides to sitting, all while keeping the monster between his legs hidden by his hands. “You tripped over a root, and I caught you, before, well, before we were taken.” 

“I mean, that sounds like me, the tripping that is. But taken? Who the hell took us then?” 

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes as if readying himself to drop some bombshell. 

“We were abducted by aliens.”

Aliens.

Werewolves.

Aliens and werewolves. 

“Fuck off,” is the only response my body can produce. “None of this is real. I just hit my head really fucking hard—maybe I’m dead!” I say with a manic smile. 

“Are you okay?” The actual fucking werewolf asks me. 

“Never been better, bud, living the dream.” I turn around again, my brain refusing to process the man, wolf, creature, whatever the fuck he is, in front of me. 

I look again for the window with the moon, something to anchor me, but as I feel the ground move beneath my feet, and the moon in the window swings out of view, replaced by a familiar green and blue orb.

“That’s Earth.” I say, pointing my finger, pressing it against the plastic. 

“Yep, like I said, we were abducted by aliens…” 

“I’m in outer space,” I whisper, losing my fucking grip. 

“With a werewolf,” the furry asshole behind me adds, as if that’s supposed to be comforting. 

I turn back around with all the calmness I can muster. My lips part, and the most blood-curdling scream falls from my mouth. 

The werewolf drops his cock and brings his hands up to his ears and I as wail like a fucking banshee, wincing in pain.

I’m handing this super well, I think to myself before blackness creeps into the corners of my vision. I’m still screaming when I black out.

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[petrapalerno]

Lots of fun stuff going on this month in person and on patreon! I’ll be signing both days of the Columbus book festival, so come and see me! Two serials are going weekly as well. BB4 is available on patreon to all paid members and Abducted by Moonlight is available for free on patreon and Tumblr. Anything fun or bookish going on for you this July?

XOXO Petra