A/N: Full and clear warning: This contains noncon elements, bestiality of the werewolf kind, and graphic as hell depictions. If these things trigger you, leave now. Previously posted on anon on the GKM.

Rachel's nostrils flared as Quinn ascended the steps of the choir room risers beside her to sit on the top row. She hated days like this when Quinn was approaching the peak of her cycle. She could smell her fertility in the sweet musk of her body whenever she was near and it made it harder and harder to control herself.

Growing up so near the Fabrays, she'd known the beautiful blonde girl was her mate from the moment she made her first solo kill in the woods around town and was acknowledged as a full part of the pack by her fathers. Many of her packmates would have claimed the girl by now - human mate or not, the wolf's needs were nearly irresistible and most wolves were only able to be restrained far enough to not kill their mate or to wait until they reached an age where they could survive the first joining. It was unheard of for a wolf - especially a male - to allow the human to restrain them for long without assistance as Rachel had for the last three years.

Rachel was different in more than her stubborn resolve though. Born with a male wolf sleeping in her soul, she was bigger than any of the females of the pack and almost alarmingly well endowed according to the handful of human mates that lived nearby. She shifted more than the others - pushing herself to change even when the moon was waning - and ran herself to exhaustion whenever the urges were too much, only occasionally allowing her wolf to rut with one of the male human mates that were bonded with one of the female wolves but desired the feeling of being possessed and controlled by a male wolf to help control the urges.

But it'd been months since the last time she'd allowed that and she hadn't been able to change at all in the past few weeks. Her control was fraying with the coming of the full moon and the wolf's ascendance and she wasn't sure if the note she'd slipped into Quinn's locker would keep her safe at home. A low growl rumbled from her chest before she could stop it by slapping a hand over her mouth with wide eyes.

"I... I think I need to excuse myself for some air," she said quickly, hurrying out, knowing her packmates in the club would cover for her - even if she did annoy most of them on good days.

Quinn just watched her run off with a snort, shaking her head before turning her attention back to her notebook, her blonde ponytail bobbing slightly. Santana shot Puck and Brittany knowing looks before glancing at the oblivious blonde with a smirk and tossing her hair back over her shoulder.

The most horrifying thing of assuming the skin of her wolf had to be a tie between her bones and joints shattering in her skin and reshifting to match the pattern her wolf insisted upon and the baculum that formed from bits and pieces of broken bone to thrust itself from her core in a spray of blood that announced the formation of her wolf's impressive genetalia. It had formed with every shift into her wolf, but she never got used to it, the pain ripping an agonized howl from her lips even as her jaw shattered, lengthening and reshaping into the massively powerful jaws of the wolf. She clawed at her clothes with fingers twisting themselves into heavy clawed paws, desperate to pull them off under the unbearable itching of thick black fur sprouting across every inch of her body.

The full moon beamed down into the clearing she'd sequestered herself in like a baleful spotlight. Even as controlled as she managed to be, she couldn't resist her wolf in the moon's cold light. He ripped his way from her body in blood and pain, shaking off a lingering trace of her blood from his fur as he surged to his feet from the remains of her clothes. Raising his huge head - far larger than that of any modern wolf - he scented the air, his nostrils flaring as they picked up traces of his mate's hormones lingering in the air.

A low growl rumbled in his chest as the scent settled into his nose. She was ready for him. Ready to carry their pups. He raised his head again, this time his jaws opening as a long, wild howl burst from his lips.

He was going to find his mate this night no matter what the silly girl he slept in had to say about it.

Quinn couldn't help the tinge of alarm that quickened her steps as she made her way through the park between her house and Brittany's near midnight. It was later than she'd thought, but she hadn't wanted to stay with the two girls clearly having more amorous ideas than she wanted to have anything to do with. When Puck had grinned at her on the other side of the door as she opened it to leave, she'd just let out a disgusted growl and jerked her cheer jacket on before shoving past him into the night, ignoring his warning that she'd be better off staying as a disgusting come on.

She shivered as she walked through the sparsely lit park, rubbing her arms. Sue's insistence on all members of the squad wearing their uniforms at all times during school days and game days for the recognition was mildly understandable, but she desperately wished she had pants sometimes. Amazing as the easily flaring skirt was at taunting the sex-crazed boys of McKinley, warm enough for walking through the park on a chilly autumn day at nearly midnight it certainly wasn't.

She was just a few feet shy of reaching the next puddle of light on the path when she heard an alarmingly loud rustle in the brush near the path. Her lips parting slightly to take in a deeper breath to try and quiet her breathing as she slowed and turned her head, she didn't see anything at first. Her feet slowed to a stop as her eyes scanned the treeline, squinting in an effort to translate the cause of the sound out of the darkness. A shiver of discomfort trickled down the back of her neck at the uncomfortable feeling of being watched out of the darkness.

She heard it first. A low growl, terrifying and somehow possessive all at once. The faint sound of moving branches rattling against each other devoid of their protective foliage. The crack of wood as a stick snapped under something - or someone's - foot.

Her eyes widened and she took an instinctive step back off the path and away from the treeline the sounds were coming from when she spotted the first visible rustle of branches as whatever was watching her approached the tree line. As the massive black head pushed it's way through the brush, ears pricked towards her and heavy jaw gaping to reveal terrifyingly white fangs and teeth, her mouth opened in an attempt to scream for help, but nothing came out, her voice choked off by fear in her throat. The wolf - far larger than anything she'd seen in a zoo or even on tv, but what else could it be? - shouldered its way through the brush towards her.

She backed away, her eyes never leaving the golden gaze of the black creature - like something out of a terrifying nightmare - stalking towards her. The first tree to hit her back as she stumbled into the treeline on the far side of the path from the giant wolf jarred her out of her horrified locked gaze and she turned and bolted into the woods. The wolf let out a piercing howl and she sobbed in terror as she heard it slam into the brush after her.

I'm going to die.

It was all she could think as she ran headlong through the woods. The sharp edged branches seemed to reach out to catch and tear at her clothes and chilled skin as she hurtled through the forest blindly, rapidly becoming more disoriented as she ran. She could hear the beast crashing through the brush behind her, practically feel it's hot breath upon her skin as she fought desperately for breath, the cold air like knives in her lungs.

Her white sneaker caught on a root, bringing her flight to a halt as she pitched to the ground, sliding across the rough surface in a painful crash. Ignoring the pain in her knees and palms, she began to struggle to her feet again.

Too late.

The beast was upon her before she could think, let alone scream. Its breath was hot and fetid against the side of her face as its frigid nose nuzzled her skin. She froze, her face pressed against the hard ground as she hoped it would leave her there, only the rapid puffs of her breath visible in the cold night air, the thunderous drum of her heart, and the shivers wracking her body giving away that she still lived.

The wolf snuffled noisily as it nosed at her clothes. A terrified sob escaped her lips before she could stop it, drawing an excited whine from the beast's jaws that just made everything worse. Its wet nose poked under the back of her jacket, pushing up the hem of her cheer top to lick at her back. Tasting her skin.

"Oh God," she prayed, tears trickling down her face to soak into the cold ground, "help me..."

God didn't answer and the wolf didn't listen as it pushed up her skirt with its long muzzle, flipping the pleats back over her back and exposing her spanks to its golden gaze. She didn't know what was happening as its breath approached her thighs, but was sure it was the end. She clenched her eyes shut tight in fear of the pain she was sure would follow the first bite.

Razor sharp fangs grazed her hips as they neatly bit through the sides of her spanks and panties, tearing them from her body. Her eyes went wide and she forced herself to push up to her hands and knees as a too long and far too hot tongue lapped at her core. She sobbed in terror as she tried to crawl awkwardly away from the too cold nose and too hot tongue nosing at her ass and vulva.

The beast growled, low and dangerous, as she tried to escape. Terrified, she froze in place, shivering with cold and fear. She could hear it approaching her exposed body, but couldn't bring herself to turn and look.

It was on her before she could thing, massive front legs wrapping about her waist as it pressed its hot stomach against her back. Silken fur slid against her exposed back side as something unpleasantly hard began jabbing at her ass and vulva. The shakes covering her body were no longer from cold, but rather disbelieving horror as the hardness nudged at her tightly clenched anus for a moment before the beast shifted and suddenly that horrible hardness - narrower but hotter and far harder than she'd ever imagined a guy to be - penetrated her, shoving deep inside her vagina.

The sudden sensation of being filled as it's furry hips pressed into her ass and thighs with a quick buck drew a shocked scream from her lips. Powerful legs gripped her waist, drawing her back onto its member with a forceful jerk. She could feel its hot length swelling inside of her as it began rapidly humping her with short jerks that never fully pulled it out. That horrifying hard point that had been nudging at her pressed against her cervix painfully hard with each thrust, drawing sobs of pain from her lips as the weight of the beast raping her pushed her upper body back down into the ground.

The wolf grunted as it stretched her deeper and deeper as its member grew larger and larger inside of her. It's claws dug lightly into her stomach as she tried desperately to scramble away from the feeling of being stretched too much as the base of its cock began to swell bigger and bigger. She screamed, fighting to escape as the massive head dipped down by her head, panting heavily as the first bursts of too hot fluid began filling her.

It was horrifying. She was ruined. She'd never be married. Never be able to attend church or go home again after being raped by the monster filling her with its hot seed. It filled her and overflowed her vagina, squirting out around the knot of the beast's cock.

When the beast stopped humping into her, she thought it was over. But instead of its too large cock softening and releasing her, it swung a leg over her back and turned around. It's long tail swished back and forth over her back as it continued pumping more and more semen deep into her core. She sobbed desperately as she tried to pull away, only to stop as the pain became unbearable.

The beast made a low grizzling noise and laid down, dragging her down with it as it curled it's body to bring its head back around to her again. This is it, she thought frantically, hysterically crying as she realized her body was responding to the feeling of being stretched beyond her limits, he's going to kill me now...

But the beast's leg came up again and instead of biting, that too long, too wet, too hot tongue began lapping at her core. Her hands gripped at the ground as the combination of being filled and stretched more than any human man ever could combined with the tongue lapping at her clit overwhelmed her. It was unnatural. A sin, she thought frantically.

The first orgasm made her clench her jaw and sob through it. The second thundering down on its heels had her bucking, heels pressing into the ground. The third found her more relaxed as the pleasure wracking her body overwhelmed her terror. The four found her begging the beast for more in a desperate voice that made its huge triangular ears prick towards her as it nosed at her clit.

By the fifth and sixth, she was barely clinging to consciousness. The pulses of hot fluid in her core seemed to be finally slowing down, but the wolf's tongue didn't. She pressed futilely at its big square head, but it wouldn't be deterred, continuing to nuzzle and lap at her clit despite her weakening cries.

By the time the knot shrank enough to allow the wolf to slip free of his mate, the scudding clouds had managed to obscure enough of the moon to allow Rachel to wake back up inside him and regain control. Her nostrils flared as she smelled the obvious scent of blood, semen, and the unique smell that told her Quinn all over the small clearing she found herself in and her own body. She was almost afraid to look down, but eventually she directed her golden gaze to the unconscious and sexually brutalized girl lying at her feet, causing a panicked whimper to escape her jaws.

What have we done?! she howled in her head.

Taken our mate, was the wolf's answer, tinged with smug pride as it curled back up in the pit of her soul to sleep off its exhaustion.

Rachel snarled mentally, turning her impressive willpower onto it to force it to give her her hands and upright posture back, even if she couldn't turn back human if she wanted to help Quinn. It left her sweating under her thick pelt and panting with the effort, but by the time she was done, a black humanoid wolfman crouched over the unconscious girl. She picked her up gently, cradling her against her chest as she began running, her sensitive nose picking out the route to Quinn's house even through the noise of what she'd done in her arms.

The moon was setting on the far horizon when she reached the Fabray house. Getting into Quinn's bedroom was a challenge she hadn't been expecting, but she managed to do it with only a minimum of damage to the building. She doubted anyone would notice the holes from her claws in the side of the house beside Quinn's second floor bedroom - or at least wouldn't associate them with her.

Hating herself as she laid the girl in her bed, she carefully undressed her before using her tongue to bathe away the traces of what she'd done. The enzymes in her saliva knitted the torn flesh of Quinn's knees and palms and soothed the tearing her wolf had done to her core, trying to ignore the sweet rightness of the girl's taste. Once she finished, she carefully hung up the Cheerio uniform in the closet before dressing Quinn in a nighty she found in her dresser and tucking her into bed as carefully as she could in her beastial form.

As she was slipping back out the window, her control slipped, letting the wolf reassert its shape on her body. The huge black, dire wolf leapt from the second story window, his huge paws barely touching the ground before bounding over the back fence and disappearing into the woods beyond the house with huge strides. She had to clear the scene of evidence and get back home before her fathers or everything would be ruined.

The black tuft of hair fluttering in breeze through the open window where it'd caught as she'd left completely escaping her notice.