Sheep in Wolves' Clothing

Chapter 4

A/N: I changed up the last couple paragraphs in this chapter to help Ch. 5.5 blend into the story.

   Hefty footfalls echoed throughout the concrete corridor of the prison within the Mongrelz hidden base. A towering, barrel of a man, with a stature of seven-and-a-half feet, and layered in muscle and scars followed his much smaller underling, who hurriedly searched for the correct cell. "Jaws”, as he was known, was the Alpha of the Mongrelz, earning his moniker from the wide and powerful jowls that squared his head in a near resemblance of a pit bulldog. He had shaggy brunette hair, of which his scalp was littered with grotesque scars. Jaws' grey eyes pierced the very air before him, typically with irritation and the perpetual search for knowledge that would help shape his goals into reality. Various chains of gold dangled around his neck, some dipping deep between his bulging pectorals. His olive skin glistened with sweat, a common trait he seemed to have, uncovered by any sort of upper torso attire. Black jeans sagged around his hips, showing off his silken blue boxers that gradually rode higher out of their denim confines. Thick-soled work boots covered the Alpha's massive feet with their deep brown hue, of which were tied snuggly with mismatching laces. Jaws didn't pay much attention to clothing styles; jewelry was what put a twinkle in his otherwise jaded eyes. Seeing the smaller Mongrelz member turn and halt in front of a barred cell door near the end of the corridor, Jaws followed suit; his curious gaze settled on what he was brought here to observe behind the steel bars.
    Sat politely on the floor of the pristine, stainless steel containment, was a petite woman with porcelain skin and white hair that pooled around her. Her gaze seemed soulless; stoic and distant. Around her neck was a loose, thick collar made of solid gold; its clasp was made of a leather strap, squeezing the collar's connecting pieces tightly together. Other decorations, such as belts, chains, and even bollas, all made of gold or garnished with a continuous line of gold, were wrapped around the woman's arms, legs, and waist as though hastily placed on her body. Splotches of old and fresh blood littered her body and the white gown she wore - none of which was her own.
    Jaws' eyes focused on the sizable pearl embedded on the prisoner's forehead. His large nostrils flared as he grunted with discontent, "I thought they were supposed to have long, spiraling horns. What the fuck is this?" His voice was deep and gravelly, fitting his already intimidating appearance.
    "She's the real deal, Jaws," the smaller man nervously assured his Alpha. "Stank-foot overheard her conversation with the Nisus member, Kona. Plus, the trance she's in confirms that our mole intel was legit." The mole the Mongrelz were using in Nisus' headquarters had provided critical information about the unicorn's one weakness - gold. Not just gold, but an uninterrupted binding around any part of her body; if there was a break of this encircling gold, it would have no effect. The challenge was getting something around the powerful woman. At first, she casually killed anyone who tried to coax her back to the Mongrelz base, but when they began using gold, she became a monster. The hunt took weeks and numerous men, but they had finally succeeded in her capture.
    The Mongrelz wanted this woman, at first, because they suspected her to be a Loner - and a new female to breed with was always a bonus. When one member surviving a particular encounter with the unicorn had learned of her true heritage, Jaws demanded certain success. He was smarter than he looked, and that's how Jaws retained his Alpha status. He had a plan for this woman and her healing abilities - one that would make the Mongrelz a potent force of nature. Jaws had been in the works of capturing a unicorn for some time; it was the entire reason he had this underground base constructed.
    "Let me in," Jaws commanded his subordinate, who swiftly dialed the code into the electronic lock. With a satisfied beep and a solid clank, the lock released, and Jaws pulled the door open. He stepped over to the woman, stooping down to snatch her up by the metal collar.
    "Soft metal," the assistant exclaimed, panic in his voice.
    "I know that, idiot," Jaws growled over his shoulder before returning his gaze to the woman who dangled from his one hand. His fingers barely fit under the collar, squeezing the small woman's throat as he filled the gap with ease. Cherrywood eyes stared forward, barely acknowledging Jaws' presence. He noticed her face gradually flushing red, and the faint wheezing that sounded from within her throat. A dead unicorn would be useless to him, so Jaws wrapped his large hand around her waist and released the collar. He gazed at her pearl for a few more moments, considering his options now that he had less material to use than he had anticipated. If unicorns were anything like other horned animals, then they could essentially regrow their horns, so long as the root wasn't damaged. "Seeker, remind me how knowledgeable our scientists are with bovids," Jaws called back to the waiting assistant.
    Finding his voice, the man known as Seeker explained that the two human scientists working for the Mongrelz each had their own expertise in key fields: Mavrik, in gene editing, and Corbin, in regenerative medicine. There was no doubt that both men could piece together whatever information they required to carry out Jaws' demands.
    Setting the woman down, Jaws seemed satisfied with his hired men. He watched as the pale form of the unicorn fell to the floor in a heap as though she were a rag doll. The updraft stirred an enticing scent to his nose, causing the hulking man to give pause. For several long seconds, he tried to place a label on what he had caught wind of, its oddly familiar, yet exotic, odor warming his insides with a desire he normally felt on his own choosing. Then, Jaws' eyes briefly widened with the realization of what he was experiencing: the perfume of a unicorn in estrus.
    A back-up plan was swiftly concocted within Jaws' devious mind to cover for either the loss of the pearl or the unicorn. He was going to breed her; which seemed plausible enough, considering how genetically similar cryptids had become. If for no other reason, Jaws could at least brag that he fucked a unicorn.
    It didn't take convincing to dismiss Seeker, who seemed a bit jealous with the knowledge of what was about to transpire. Something told him that Jaws would have begun his fornication with or without anyone's presence, but it was best to follow orders.
    Listening for the fading taps of footsteps, Jaws bided his time until all that remained in the area's silence were the faint sounds of his and the unicorn's breathing. There was no bed or seating for him to take her, so the wall would have to suffice. She was light enough to handle as he wished. Jaws unbuckled his belt, the ominous jingling of metal piercing the air, and he opened his jeans. With a forceful shove, he pushed down his boxers, letting the mass of flesh that was his penis fall forward. Jaws was admittedly average in length, but he made up for it in girth. The intoxicating odor of the unicorn's estrus helped to swell his member to an upright firmness.
    Large hands reached down and snatched the woman into the air by her much smaller, yet toned, arms. It was a wonder how someone of her size could slaughter werewolves so effortlessly. Jaws shoved her against the nearest wall, using it to hold the limp woman's upper body while he worked to move the gown's skirt above her hips, and her legs around his waist. He was pleasantly surprised to find that she had no panties, smirking to himself at the thought that such a creature of innocence and purity might be an exibitionist. Thick, groping fingers slid up her inner thighs, caressing the softness of her skin and the velvety, white pubic hairs decorating her loins. Jaws inhaled, taking in her erotic scent as he noticed the red stain smearing her vulva. He wondered how much more he would make her bleed, and dug a finger down into her pink folds until he reached the opening he planned to defile. She was tight; Jaw's middle finger couldn't insert into her vagina without a use of force. It was a shame that she was still so dry; however, this would take a few moments to resolve.
    A glimmer of clear liquid trickled from the corners of the unicorn's eyes; the beginnings of a bursting dam. Jaws' eyes darted to the unexpected sight, and he began to realize something intriguing, "Your mind isn't gone at all, is it?" A grin stretched across his face, sadistic and excited. "Then let me explain what I plan to do with you," he growled low, reaching between them to begin stroking his veiny cock. "I'm going to find out if we can breed; and if that's successful, I'm going to discover if our hybrid has superior strength and abilities. If you're lucky, I'll just harvest your horn, or pearl, or whatever it's become, and put you out of your misery." Jaws shuddered, his lust growing as he touched himself and continued to inhale the pheromones wafting through the prison air. He squeezed his cock, milking its precum, and smeared it over the woman's entrance. "If you're luckier," he leaned closer to her flat, triangular ear with a huff, "you'll be my personal cock sleeve."
    At that, Jaws lined the head of his swollen penis with the unicorn's drastically smaller vagina, pressing against it with greater and greater force. He had smeared enough precum over himself and her that their flesh didn't stick together, but her virginity did its best to remain barred. Jaws placed both hands on the woman's hips, and with one great force, broke her seal and delved into her squeezing depths. He let out a loud groan of pleasure at the sensation of being gripped so perfectly by a pristine, warm and moist pussy. When was the last time he had treated himself to a virgin?
    He dragged his tongue over the woman's cheeks, drinking up her fresh tears as her dam of woe finally burst. No longer could she remain stoic, forced to remain helpless as she watched from within her useless body. Liali was no longer desirable to a potential mate - if she survived what the Mongrelz had in store for her. All that Liali could do was witness and endure the defilement of her body, forced to ignore, yet still feel, the firestorm of agony that jolted between her loins and her brain. Thrust after thrust into her moistening hole, Jaws felt his cock slide more easily as the blood from her torn hymen served to lubricate his deed. It was a shame that he was already so close to cumming, but Jaws couldn't help himself with the stench of estrus filling the air. He heaved his lungs, trying to control himself for a while longer, but his mind was clouded with lust. Jaws slid his hands to his fuck-toy's thighs, backing away from the wall and letting her body fall back. He began thrusting and pulling on her legs, slamming himself into her with repeated force, specks of blood appeared on his torso from the splashes of their fluids. He grunted and heaved, watching the woman's inverted body flop around like a loose corpse at his mercy. If only she could moan for him, it would make things all the sweeter.
    With one final grunt, Jaws filled Liali with his potent seed. The knot at the base of his cock swelled, and he panted in the glow of his erotic high. Jaws chuckled, releasing the woman's legs and watching her dangle from his genitals like the cock sleeve she now was. "Oh, I'm going to be a regular guest at your cell, little unicorn," he purred, petting her exposed lower stomach. "I'm going to breed you like a pig; however, I'll need some help. You'll be quite popular."
    Werewolf fertility was never impressive; successful conception was a rare occurrence, especially between two werewolves. If Jaws wanted to ensure the best possible chance of Liali creating his desired hybrids, then he would need more of his men involved. For the time being, selective breeding was not an option; perhaps artificial insemination would be viable once Jaws was able to determine whether or not creating hybrids was worth the trouble.
    Reaching down to lift Liali's upper body, Jaws inspected the pearl between her eyebrows. Its shallow form concerned him that he wouldn't have enough material for the anticipated experiments. How strange that unicorns had evolved to reduce their precious horns; in fact, it was suspicious. Perhaps it was magic that they used to hide it easier. Jaws narrowed his eyes in thought, ignoring Liali's dull and tear-stained gaze. Such a powerful creature now at his mercy, all because of a silly material. The similarities between unicorns and werewolves were vast, and yet they differed in other ways; silver and gold were a weakness for them.
    Silver halted werewolf regeneration. Gold submitted the regal unicorn to a mere slave.
    Both cryptids were powerful, long-lived beings of noble history. Then, the pivotal events that Jaws had dubbed "[The Echo of Judas' Kiss]" turned his world upside-down. Somehow, the werewolves had become nothing more than vile beasts of the Devil, himself. Jaws couldn't deny that his faith had dissolved, and the sins he has committed since then have been anything but holy; however, never had he done such things prior to that eventful day.
    For so long, the church has gotten away with their betrayal to God's chosen, and God remained silent the entire time. Soon, though, Jaws would get his due justice, if his plan followed through.