A Wolfgirl’s Pet Witch Ch. 03 (Patreon)

November 9, 2022

NOTE: This is a lesbian 'short story' meant to be enjoyed as such. No major cliffhangers or anything to leave you awake at night. I'm sharing this random bonus chapter of this story to flesh out the world a little (there's some interesting plot to enjoy).

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- CHAPTER 3 -

Dammit, this was a problem.

The last week had actually been amazing, with me officially having become my village’s guardian, spending most of my nights roaming the forests, eating my fill of anything dumb enough to cross my path, as I also kept an eye out for danger. Thankfully, there were a lot of dumb prey. Plenty of deer who didn’t seem to find my scent alarming, as well as a plethora of rabbits.

Honestly, I felt like we had an infestation of both, perhaps because other predators avoided this area. Bears and wolves certainly didn’t come too close.

At least, not normally.

The three disfigured bat-like monsters that attacked on the night of the full moon certainly hadn’t avoided my village, being an exception, but I realized it was possible the reason was because my grandmother had passed, and those monsters weren’t aware another werewolf had taken her place.

My fault for not making myself known.

Clearly, I’d left a perceived void in the predator hierarchy.

Still, I did wonder if my grandmother knew of those creatures and had simply neglected to tell me. Perhaps that was even the reason behind the yearly sacrifices, a tribute actually meant for them, though I couldn’t be sure what was true or not, since she was gone.

Right now, it was all speculation.

I could imagine it though. My grandmother not wanting me to know about her weakness. Being forced to offer a tribute to those creatures to avoid them causing her a headache.

However, unlike her, I would not be weak.

Whatever the truth was, I would protect my village from harm, if for no other reason than so I could enjoy another amazing week like this last one, with my pet witch, Rose. The sex had been incredible, but even more amazing was the constant domination.

I made her wear a leather collar at all times now, including when she walked among the villagers to secure items we needed for her to eat. I’d already developed a fairly simple bartering system with several of the men in the village, bringing them a deer carcass in the dead of night, or whatever they wanted that wasn’t too much of a headache for me to get, in exchange for them getting Rose whatever she requested during the day.

Rose was aware, of course, and so wasn’t embarrassed to make requests.

However, I knew she was a little embarrassed to show off the collar.

It got all the old women whispering, and all the men staring.

Unfortunately, the younger men in particular seemed to like the sight too much, but I didn’t mind so long as they kept their hands off her. Not that I needed to worry, since my pet witch could defend herself just fine.

Her electrical attacks were even strong enough to knock me to my ass, something I’d wanted to test.

At the very least, I was certain she truly could fry a bear with only one strike.

Just not anything tougher than that. It would require quite a few strikes to truly put down the kind of monster I was. Or the kind of demon that attacked on that fateful night of the full moon.

So yeah, it had been an amazing week, overall.

We had everything we needed, I dominated Rose regularly, and there were quite a few humans who interacted with me normally now, showing me all the respect and reverence of a goddess walking among their midst, and yet speaking to me like a normal person.

However, I still hadn’t gone walking through the village during the daytime, even in my human form. Most of my interactions were more discreet, under the shroud of darkness, with me sleeping during the late morning hours into the afternoon, when most were going about their daily work. Certainly, I did interact with a few lucky individuals in the early morning and evening, including my precious Rose, but most of my encounters were well after sunset.

Unfortunately, this last week of happiness was threatened now, based on the sight I’d stumbled upon. It had been a full week with no issues at all, and now I was standing before what looked like a bloodbath.

Thankfully, I was fairly certain it was only one human corpse, only appearing like a massacre due to the sheer amount of red painting the tall wheat, but the individual had been mauled to the point of being unrecognizable. There had been three racoons feasting when I came upon it, though it would be laughable to even consider them as potential perpetrators, and they were scared off easily enough.

But now, I was sincerely worried this would cause a problem, even if I was the one to report it.

Thankfully, I knew the guard currently on duty would at least take my side.

For whatever reason, the middle-aged man seemed very fond of me.

During the fight on that fateful full moon, the first enemy I saw had already killed its victim, and I’d thus gone for the second enemy, simply because it was about to snatch up a woman. However, after smashing its face in, I’d been hit by a third enemy. It was then, as I hit the ground rolling and popped back up to my feet, that I came face-to-face with a startled man wielding a shovel.

A man who found himself with an attractive glowing-eyed girl grinning up at him in excitement, just before spinning around and swinging a six-foot pole with all the force of a dozen grown men combined.

That same man, as I now knew, was one of the few men in the village who owned a sword and had a regular guard shift. The only reason he was holding a shovel was because the monster he tried attacking grabbed the blade of his previous weapon barehanded, and tore it from his grip, forcing him to arm himself with the next available thing…even despite knowing how outmatched he was.

He was brave at least, I could give him that.

And not ‘stupid brave,’ but truly brave.

Also old enough to be my father, making his fondness of me very curious, since I was confident it wasn’t a fatherly kind of interest.

Having fully transitioned back to my human form, I held my fingers up to my mouth to signal to him that something was wrong. We had that in common at least -- both of us could whistle very loudly with our fingers, and I knew if I kept the whistle short, then it wouldn’t rouse any of the other villagers.

Taking a deep breath, I let out a loud burst of noise.

Barely twenty seconds later, and I saw a lantern appear at the edge of the village.

The waning moon was hidden behind a thick layer of clouds, causing it to be nearly pitch-black. My illuminated gold eyes were enough for him to spot me in the darkness, even despite the distance. Even despite the fact that I was toward the back end of a very large field, standing in the tall late spring wheat that was ready for harvesting.

He came running without question.

Eager to please, perhaps.

Or just aware I wouldn’t call him without good reason.

I kept my gaze on him so that he’d know where I was, knowing if I crouched down to examine the gore, then he would lose sight of me in the darkness. I certainly couldn’t carry a lantern like him, since I spent most of my time as a massive white wolf when the sun was gone.

Wanting him to see me before he saw the gore, to witnessed me ‘unarmed’ in my human form, I took a few steps closer, so that his light would shine on my clean naked body before he saw all the blood. He immediately slowed down once he was close enough to see, his jaw tightening as his eyes uncontrollably flashed over my short appealing form.

He then swallowed audibly, before speaking.

“Ariana, what’s wrong?”

My tone was glum. “Evening, Dante,” I greeted, though it was only evening for the two of us. Early morning for everyone else, far too early for most to even consider rousing yet, even those who rose before the sun to milk their cattle. “Bad news. Someone’s been killed. Definitely human.”

His eyes widened at that, holding his lantern higher, his eyes searching the wheat now.

Turning to guide him, amused when his gaze shifted uncontrollably to my naked ass, I led him a short distance to where he’d see the blood everywhere, the red even brighter in his lantern light.

Damn, there was so much of it.

Was this really from one person?

“Curses,” he hissed. “I’ll raise the alarm.”

My eyebrows shot up at that. “Can you please be more discreet?” I asked politely. “This isn’t very fresh, perhaps a couple hours old, and most of the villagers will automatically assume I was responsible, even though that would be absurd.”

He focused on me in surprise, only to nod, his jaw tight again, which I knew always happened when he was trying not to focus on my nudity. “Of course, Ariana. Forgive my imprudence.”

I gave him a dimpled smile, something Rose had pointed out to me as being possibly my most attractive feature. And something I’d learned -- only recently -- caused most men to drop their guard.

Sometimes to also drop their jaw.

Who knew I was both a powerful wolf and also a natural seductress?

I was short and skinny, barely five feet tall, but my toned thighs were thick enough, my hips wide enough, my small breasts plump enough, that it gave most men pause. No doubt the women would hate me to death if they knew how their men ogled me, but I didn’t mind.

If anything, I loved the idea.

Their potential hatred and envy excited me.

“Thanks so much, Dante,” I said warmly. “I want to take a closer look, so please make it clear you found me clean, and without any blood on my body.” I paused to hold up my hands and turn for him, loving the sound of his heart racing as he looked me over again, my senses always a little stronger right after shifting back into my human form. My tone was more glum now, intentionally so. “Because I will be quite messy when you return.” I added somberly.

He swallowed hard, before nodding sharply. “Of course. I will return shortly.”

I flashed him my dimples again, causing him to pause for a long few seconds before he seemed to remember what he was doing and finally turned to leave.

Growing more serious now as his lantern’s light faded, I turned my glowing gaze to the now dark blood, beginning to search for the various body parts so I could collect them into a pile. Partially to determine if it was only one person, but also so that I could examine the torn pieces for any clues as to the nature of the beast responsible.

By the time a group of men were heading back this way, four lanterns now accompanying five sets of footsteps, my arms and legs were covered in blood, with me currently crouched next to the pile of gore as I held a severed hand in my grasp, examining it closely.

I didn’t even bother looking up when one of their lights finally found me.

“Blessed spirits!” someone exclaimed.

A familiar voice then spoke up, his tone accusing.

“Curses! What have you done?!” Mr. Fairburne, the dumb bastard, yelled at me.

Dante was immediately on my defense. “I told you she didn’t have a drop of blood on her when I found her! She’s the only reason we even know about this!”

His tone was sharp. “Probably to make herself look good.”

I scoffed at that, still focused on the hand, the light actually helping, even though I could see just fine in the dark. “And how’s that working out for you, Tiny? Has my little massacre convinced you of my good deeds?”

He snarled at that. “I’m not fooled,” he hissed.

I finally glared up at him, causing him to stiffen. “Exactly,” I snapped. “Do you really take me for such a fool? Killing someone to try to get on everyone’s good side is probably the dumbest thing I could possibly do. There’s not a single person who won’t be whispering about this in a few hours, all of them wondering if I was responsible.”

That drew him up short, with him trying to grasp for something else. “Well, then how did this happen without you noticing?” he demanded.

I scoffed, my tone sarcastic. “Oh, I’m sorry. Silly me, I thought you might appreciate me not stomping through the fields every night and trampling all the crop. You’re aware I normally help harvest the wheat every spring and fall, right? Been helping since I was ten years old,” I added, my tone becoming more hard. “Now, do all of you want to hear what I’ve discovered, or not?”

They were all silent.

Dante finally spoke up. “Go ahead, Ariana.”

I simply nodded, not looking at them as I ran my thumb over the end of the bone briefly of the severed hand, only to gesture to the pile of gore in front of me. “First of all, the entire body is here. Meaning, whatever killed him had no intention on eating him.” I finally focused up at them, realizing I recognized all their faces.

Dante and Fairburne, of course. Terryn, my deceased father’s friend, Bartolomeu, the mayor, and Lucian, the other guard who also owned a sword. He was a bit older than the rest, enough to almost be my grandfather, though he still had the body of a man in his prime. And very much had a few younger female admirers, clearly unknown to him.

The sight gave me pause, only due to my mischievous inclinations.

Five strong men, and one naked petite young woman.

Together, in the middle of the night.

Oh, the scandal and outrage we could cause!

I could almost feel the hatred from their wives now, and it excited me.

In theory only, though.

I had absolutely no interest in any of them, only wanting just one individual.

At least, in a sexual sense.

My pet witch, Rose.

I quickly continued. “Second, the reason there are so many pieces is because the poor bastard was torn apart at the joints. I don’t know of a single creature who would be so methodical about it like this.” I focused on Bartolomeu, seeing the realization cross his expression. “This doesn’t look like a true mauling, but instead seems more like a murder, made to look like he was mauled. Which brings me to my third point, look at this hand. At the wrist.”

I finally stood up and held it out for them to see.

Five sets of eyes focused on my small perky tits for far too long, before they managed to look at the bone I was showing them.

“Most of the pieces look torn,” I emphasized, seeing Mr. Fairburne, of all people, be the first to realize what he was seeing. “But this bone looks cut with a blade,” I finished.

The large blacksmith, the man who ripped me out of my home on the night of the full moon, and carried me on his massive shoulder to my supposed death, stated the obvious.

“A human did this.”

I grinned at his use of the word ‘human,’ knowing he was only using that word because he was aware a nonhuman was standing in their midst.

I nodded in agreement. “Clearly, they’re smart. Enough to make it look so believable. But not smart enough to know how a real beast would think, or the reason why they might kill.” My tone became innocent sounding, and almost pouty. “If I had been responsible, then I would never be so messy. Someone would just disappear and never be seen again,” I added, flashing my dimples.

It was very obvious that my words and attractive smile had completely opposite effects, leaving them with a ‘chilled warmth’ coursing through their bodies. A sort of spooked arousal, if I had to guess.

I continued, trying not to grin too widely at their reactions. “And I don’t think someone would do this just to frame me. On the contrary, I think they wanted to kill this person, and figured making it look like I was responsible would be the easiest way to get away with the murder. Also, considering no one heard the murder take place, I think the actual ‘killing blow’ was quick. Maybe just an unexpected slice to the throat. The body was then butchered only after this man was dead. Maybe even severed his joints because bone is hard to cut through.”

Bartolomeu finally chimed in again. “Can you track their scent?”

I was surprised by the question, giving me pause.

I was very well aware of the fact that I was a beast, and I used my sense of smell all the time, but had never really considered trying to track down the culprit using my nose.

Like a mere hunting dog.

But then again, why not?

My brow was furrowed as I tossed the severed hand onto the pile of gore. “I suppose I could try, but I’ll have to transform, and it may lead me into the village. I’ll also end up trampling some of the wheat.” I glared at Fairburne. “Despite what some think, I have been trying my best to remain on good terms with everyone, and that includes me not coming too close to the village while I’m a wolf.”

The mayor cleared his throat to get my attention. “As long as you don’t run ahead too far, we’ll stay with you, so anyone who rouses will know you have…permission…” He finished uneasily.

I frowned at him, deciding not to point out that I didn’t need anyone’s permission.

He very well knew that fact.

Sighing, I turned slightly to start walking further away, so that I didn’t knock anyone over when I grew more than ten times my current size. “Alright,” I commented, visibly growing a little taller just before I fully shifted. “I’ll try, but no promises.” My voice dropped. “Didn’t realize I’d become the village hunting dog when I agreed to this,” I mumbled under my breath, only to burst into a behemoth of a monster.

Fur as white as snow, I was raw power again.

It felt great.

Amazing.

And I loved how stiff all the little humans had become as I turned back toward them on four massive paws to try to single out the various smells from the massive amounts of human blood. The scent made my mouth water, though I wouldn’t dare tell them that.

They were already struggling against sincere panic, being so close to a beast that had a mouth large enough to bite a grown man in two.

However, I was pleased that when I began following my nose back toward the forest, they followed me without hesitation. I mean, damn, for all they knew, I could be leading them to their deaths, and yet I had five sets of footsteps trying to keep up with my fast pace without flat out sprinting after me.

I couldn’t speak in this form, but didn’t need to, since Dante figured it out just after I had.

“We’re heading toward the stream,” he commented, causing everyone else to slow their pace in realization.

Fairburne was the one to respond. “Probably had to rinse off after getting covered in so much blood.”

Alternatively, I didn’t slow my pace, because I knew something they didn’t.

It was true that the stream would wash away most remnants of the blood, aside from any that got on their clothing and stained, but what most humans didn’t know was that it would also enhance their scent. Just like a wet dog was pungent to smell for a person, so was a wet human mouthwatering to a werewolf.

And sure enough, when I reached the stream, the faint scent of blood disappeared at the water’s edge, but a new much stronger scent illuminated my path before me.

I was even faster now as I began following the stream back toward the village, back toward the larger river where the watermill resided, doing my best not to flat out run and leave them all behind. However, when I reached the river, and the scent finally began heading to the nearest cluster of houses, I knew I would have to wait for them after all.

Because we’d be going into the village, after all.

Dante spoke up again as he caught up to me. “Did you lose the scent?”

I huffed at him, and then pointed forward with my snout.

Realization crossed his expression, dread in his eyes.

But of course, who else could the culprit be, other than a villager at this point? We got visitors occasionally, but not often enough for it to be a stranger.

I started walking this time, going slow enough that the others could catch up too, the five of them sticking close with their lanterns as we began moving between the houses.

We didn’t have as far to go as I would have expected.

Damp clothing was draped on a washing line out back behind one house, most of it appearing fairly dry aside from only a couple of articles. Ones that were still fairly soaked from having been submerged fully only a few hours ago, no heat from the sun available to dry them, though looking quite inconspicuous with the entire line full.

Undergarments only, including a bodice and small trousers.

A woman’s undergarments.

I pointed my nose toward the back of the house, and the men took action without question.

Mr. Fairburne, with Bartolomeu right at his side, began pounding on the back door. “Open up. We need to have a word with you.”

The mayor chimed in as well, speaking with authority. “It is Bartolomeu, along with a few members of the night-watch. An urgent situation has just come to our attention, and we need to speak with you.”

It was dark inside, but I could hear rustling as someone urgently got out of bed. In colder months, a lantern could be illuminated easily by first lighting a stick from the hearth, but it was far too warm to have a fire going. Thus, the man who spoke up sounded hesitant to unbrace his door, though there was plenty of lantern light outside.

“What is the meaning of this?” he demanded. “The sun is hours from rising!”

Mr. Fairburne pounded on the door again, even though the guy was right there on the other side. “Open the damn door. We need to have a word with you! If you’re innocent, then you’ll open up!”

He finally unbraced the door, yelling as he yanked it open. “Innocent of what?!” he demanded. “Curse the spirits, it’s the middle of the absurd night!”

Immediately Mr. Fairburne put him in a headlock and dragged him to the ground, Lucian and Dante both dropping into the mix to restrain the stunned man, clearly not realizing they had the wrong culprit. The true culprit, of whom, was staring out the open door, hidden by the darkness of the interior of the house, her terrified eyes looking past the men to what lie beyond them.

Glowing gold eyes, staring her down.

A massive beast that might not be too thrilled to have been framed for a murder she didn’t commit.

Without a sound, without a word, she turned the other way and made a dash for the front door, panicked and desperate to escape. For, never in a hundred years did she probably expect to be found out, and now that she’d been caught, she could do nothing other than run.

I immediately darted around the small house as fast as lightning, hearing Dante calling after me.

His tone confused.

“Ariana?”

I was at the front door before she even got it unbraced, the culprit rushing forward into my teeth before she even registered I was there. Looking over her shoulder and running blindly into my fangs.

Snagging her waist in my jaws, careful not to bite her in two, she shrieked at the top of her lungs.

A few of their neighbors had woken from the previous commotion, but now everyone in the immediate area was wide awake. No doubt the nightmare of the previous week flashing in their minds, when three monsters attacked the village on the night of the full moon.

However, rather than cower in their homes, they were grabbing their weapons, mostly farm tools, though a few had swords newly forged by Mr. Fairburne, others wielding axes, ready to defend their families from another threat.

One they would have had no hope of defending against under even the best of circumstances.

The very reason why they needed me.

The five men who had been with me were alarmed as I came back around the house, a shrieking woman in my jaws, looking up at me in horror as if they were finally seeing my true colors, even as I dropped her on the ground and smashed my heavy paw into her waist, cutting her shriek off as she began coughing instead.

Seeing that they still didn’t understand, not a single one of them, I abruptly craned my snout for the washing line, snagging the soaked bodice off with my teeth, and flung it toward them on the ground. The material was still so soaked that it splattered against the stones by the steps with an extremely loud slap.

And then, as they all focused down at it, they finally understood.

The bodice was so wet that the evidence was undeniable. They already knew the culprit must have washed off in the river, so this was that last piece of proof they needed.

All of their eyes were wide as they focused down at my massive paw, focused on the woman pinned beneath it, technically unharmed but struggling to breathe. They finally understood, and yet I could see the disbelief and shock in their expressions. Even Mr. Fairburne, kneeling on this woman’s husband with the guy’s arms held behind his back, looked completely stunned.

For the horrific sight we’d all witnessed in the field was that of monsters, and if not monsters, then that of evil men.

But not that of a woman.

It was far too gruesome for a woman to be a culprit.

To literally butcher another person limb for limb, joint for joint, so chopped up the victim had been that surely only a man could be responsible. A very evil man.

And yet, my nose told me the truth.

The man and woman had very different scents, even if her scent was all over him, and the human squirming beneath my paw was undeniably the source of the scent I’d tracked to this location.

She was the culprit.

She was the murderer.

And she would not be allowed to get away.

When Dante finally took a step forward, followed by Terryn, I lifted my paw so they could get her.

But the woman was too fast, the two of them far too slow.

The second she was free, she scrambled to her feet and tried to run, prompting me to leap at her and smash her into the ground a second time, again with a single paw.

“H-Help!” she coughed, stretching her arm out, trying to grasp at the freedom that eluded her. “H-Help!” she repeated louder. “Someone help me!” she finally managed to scream.

Dante was suddenly there beneath me, grabbing her wrist as he got his knee on her back, allowing me to remove my paw, taking over finally as he pulled out a short rope bunched up in his pocket, which he promptly used to tie her wrists behind her back.

Without thinking, a deep growl escaped my throat, causing him to look back at me in surprise, my head lowered to his level, my gold eyes staring him down from only a few feet away.

With surprising intuition, he responded confidently.

“Don’t worry, Ariana. I won’t let her go. I’ve got her.”

I stood up fully at that, my ears raised high, a little surprised that he understood my meaning so easily, only to huff out a snort, and abruptly turning around to leave.

My job here was done.

The humans could take care of the rest.

And with that, I ignored the other onlookers, mostly men with farm tools, as I strutted to the watermill, where I planned on taking a brief dip in the river, before heading home for the night. Not because I was even remotely tired, but because I wanted to get in a nap in now while the humans figured things out.

Because, without a doubt, they would hold a trial, probably around midday.

And without a doubt, I intended on being there.

In my human form.

Ready to bear witness against the fiend who dared to tarnish my reputation.

She was lucky I didn’t punish her myself.

However, with a murder so gruesome…

She’d receive the same punishment, either way.

Death.

I was grinning ear to ear as I snuck into our house, and climbed into bed naked with a surprised Rose, cheerful when she wrapped her tan arms and legs around me tightly, eager to have me home, even as I smothered myself in her amazing tits. She was very tired though, given the hour, and her breathing became even again, her grip on me loosening as she fell back asleep.

Part of me was still annoyed by this development, but another part of me was thrilled.

And I almost couldn’t wait for the sun to rise.

Maybe I’d celebrate with Rose when she woke up.

Celebrate my accomplishments by having a little fun in bed…

With my little pet witch.

Truly, I almost couldn’t wait.

FEEDBACK: Thoughts on this chapter? What did you like?

Also, this story obviously has a female main character, which makes the potential sex scene options different.

So, which would you prefer? (for future chapters)

1) Ariana (Female MC) has sex with Rose only.

-- If you choose 1, then what number would you be 'okay' with, meaning at what point would you not read this story? Would you read it if I went with 4 or 5, for example, etc.

[I will be going with this option >] (2) She has sex with Rose, and finds another woman to dominate. Also teases men, but doesn't let them touch her inappropriately.

3) She has sex with women, and also likes to tease the men (such as having sex with a man's wife, but not letting him participate). Teases men, but doesn't let them touch.

4) She finds a man (such as Dante or Troy) to dominate sexually.

5) She just has sex with whoever (guy or girl).

This is just a bonus story, not something I plan on writing a ton on, so I’m perfectly fine taking it any direction.

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