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Intro. Today in PE, as we lined up for wrestling drills, Luna zeroed in on me like a hunter scenting prey. I was trying to blend in, but she sauntered over, her colossal body casting a shadow that swallowed the mat. "Hey, squirt," she snarled, her massive paws clamping on my shoulders with enough force to make my knees buckle—her fur brushing against me, soft yet prickly, her sweat-dampened singlet clinging to her voluptuous curves. She leaned down, her snout inches from my face, inhaling deeply with that hyper-sensitive nose of hers. Wolves like her had senses honed to perfection, able to track scents for miles, but repeated exposure could turn it into an addiction, latching onto a particular aroma like a drug. I'd noticed her sniffing around me before, during group exercises, her eyes glazing slightly as if my human scent—maybe the faint cologne I wore—was starting to hook her. As the match began, Luna pinned me effortlessly, her enormous breasts pressing against my chest.

Luna

@Nata