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To Run, To Hunt... Ch. 01
🕑 Added 2023-06-27 23:52:48 +0000 UTCThis is chapter 1 of 3. I didn't intend for it to go as long as it did, but, well, oops :( I hope y'all enjoy! This is the permanent wolf lady only fans prompt. I'm a bit behind but trying to catch up. Although I'm afraid the next two chapters might not be published until July which means I'm charging for July since I'll be posting other things then, too.
Rosa watched the video for the fourth time with the hint of a smile on her lips.
On screen, a large gray wolf loped through the mossy woods until she reached her keeper. Nikita, the wolf, tilted her muzzle to lick the keeper's face and mouth. Once finished, the beautiful animal flopped to the ground and rolled to her side to accept scratches and belly rubs while the rest of the pack milled around them.
"Can you say hello to Rosa, Nikita?" the keeper asked. "No? Can you say hello? I'm sure she'd love to hear from you."
Rosa's smile deepened but a tinge of sadness was added to it, with her eyebrows dropping fractionally and her bottom lip pressing up slightly.
"No? Oooooh Nikita, such a beautiful girl," the keeper cooed. "Here, let's say hello together."
The keeper pulled her hands away and Nikita glanced back at her as if indignant at the sudden lack of attention.
"You are beautiful," Rosa whispered while reaching her hand out over the wolf's head without touching the screen.
"Ahhhhwoooooooo," the keeper howled with her hands cupped around her mouth. "AAAHHHHWOOOOO!"
Nikita rolled to her feet. Her ears flicked and she cocked her head before raising her own muzzle. Her eyes closed while her ears folded backwards with her lips pushed forward over her curving fangs. The wolf's mournful howl made Rosa sigh. She placed her hand against her left breast as she stared at Nikita. Despite having watched it before and having seen a similar situation play out in previous videos, it always made her heart ache.
Rosa closed her own eyes. Her mouth opened in a small 'o' and she shyly let out her own quiet howl until her breath ran out. It was a poor imitation and a part of her felt silly doing it, but the larger part enjoyed letting it out. It gave her a sense of connection, not just to Nikita but to the whole pack and wolves in general.
The keeper turned to the camera to talk about Nikita's past week, but Rosa paused the video as she'd already listened to the details several times.
The wolf sanctuary she donated to had tiers for their sponsors. The most expensive was $500 and included email updates for the "adopted" wolf. She'd paid that for a year before asking if there were more she could do and now she received custom videos. The trade-off was that she had to be a little more careful with her own personal budget. It was worth it to her - she'd spend even more if she didn't have to worry about her expenses.
She couldn't clearly define why she'd always been drawn to wolves. Over the years, she'd tried to dissect it and she came up with all kinds of theories. Some of which conflicted. Ultimately, she just felt a strange kind of pull whenever she thought of them or watched videos of wolves. There was a primal nobleness to them and it called to something within her. They worked together in their pack, hunting and raising their families and they weren't violent for the sake of it. They lived wild and free.
That deep rooted longing is what led her to a degree in ecology with dreams of running her own sanctuary. Only to find competition for jobs fierce. She thought about switching to veterinary medicine, but too many horror stories and a fear of seeing animals in pain or dying kept her from it. So far.
She had fantasies of living in the countryside. Perhaps a small shack with her own sanctuary where everything was quiet and simple. Or even in a small town as a vet. The amenities of living in the city were great, but she hated the busyness of it. And all of the people. And the noise.
"And just life in general," Rosa sighed as she leaned back in her chair. She raised her hands to rub at her cheeks and eyes while slowly breathing in and out.
With a second sigh, she stepped away from her chair and up to the tips of her toes. And then down, flat-footed to pad around her room in her bra and panties while gathering her work clothes. Blue jeans and comfortable, loose blouse with sneakers waiting for her by the door.
The busy outside world waited.
After stepping into her shoes and tugging on their tongues to settle her foot comfortably in place, she opened her door and stepped outside. The covered walkway shaded her from the morning sun as she made her way to the stairwell leading down to the parking lot. Her simple braid swayed against her back as she walked to her old car. Her braid was a new development. She'd done it herself while following an instructional video online. It was simple but kept her brown hairs in place as she stepped quickly down the stairs to the ground floor.
Once in her car, she cranked down the windows, started it and drove off, telling herself that she'd save up to have the air conditioner fixed at some point. It wasn't the first time she'd told herself that. Or the tenth time.
Her brakes squealed when she pulled into the parking lot surrounding her workplace. After killing the engine, she slid her hands over the steering wheel as if embracing it before leaning forward to rest her forehead on her arms. Her breasts pressed against the bottom of the steering wheel while her seatbelt whined as she pulled against it.
"I need this job," she whispered to herself. "I need this job. I need this job."
Finally, she opened the driver's side door and made her way into the small building as other cars, far nicer than hers, swarmed the lot.
Ten minutes after she sat at the front desk and set herself up, the president walked in. She stood to greet him, a strange tradition he'd insisted on but didn't make sense until the first time he'd leered at her, barely a month after starting the new job. She'd started wearing loose clothing in an effort to mitigate the issue, but she was still... blessed.
He ogled her openly while saying good morning and he slowed down as he walked past her desk.
"Good morning, Mr. Steadler," Rosa said with a fake, cheerful smile.
"Fucking pig," She whispered as she sat down. She inhaled, held her breath and exhaled slowly before reaching over to pull a page from her desktop calendar. A derpy wolf greeted her on the new calendar page - the 6th of March. Her calendar was a balm against her work life and a small shield against Mr. Steadler.
It was worse when she got her first bonus a year ago. She'd been pleasantly surprised - until she'd asked why and he'd smiled that unpleasant smile and told her she was such a great employee and maybe she could use the money to buy some nice new clothes that fit her better.
She'd donated the entire thing to the wolf sanctuary and cried when she watched the long video they'd sent in return, showcasing all of their wolves while the keeper tried to hold back her own tears at the generous amount of money.
An hour before lunch, she switched the call flows for her phone to the next in line. Rosa stood and stretched and groaned before heading towards the women's bathroom. After locking the door, she double-checked that it was secure. She didn't think the president - Mike - would actually try to come in. Not really. But, still.
Still.
The young woman finished her business. She folded up a piece of toilet paper to clean a little and then she stood while pulling her panties up. All while staring at the door.
Her left foot touched her right shoe, holding it as she stepped out of it. And then the same for the left shoe. She was holding her jeans in place above her knees until she stepped away from the toilet. As carefully as she could, she slid them down to the floor. Bending, she removed her socks and carefully lay them on her pants.
Rosa's heart pounded in her chest. She pressed her thighs together and swallowed. Her fingers touched the bottom of her blouse. She pulled and draped it over the thick metal bar set against the wall near the toilet.
A warmth spread through her. She could hear the faint sounds of her coworkers just beyond the locked door. With her heart in her throat, she removed her panties and she stared at the wet strip on the crotch. A wetness she'd felt while sitting at her desk. A wetness she'd encouraged by touching her clit lightly, her hand hidden under the wide U-shaped desk as her co-workers passed around her. She didn't dare stroke herself to completion or even touch herself directly. Instead, she occasionally rubbed her hood through her jeans before snatching her hand away.
Her bra tightened around her large breasts with every inhaled breath. She bent her arms to undo the clasps before setting it over her blouse.
She stood naked in the well-lit bathroom. Licking her lips, she walked to the door to press her hands against it, and then her forehead.
Several of her co-workers sat barely ten feet away. She closed her eyes, picturing them there as a thrill ran down her spine. Rosa leaned forward until her nipples brushed the cool door, causing her to shiver and gasp.
A thick bush of pubic hair covered her mound with long hairs over her crotch and up to her asshole. She'd stopped shaving years and years ago, as if that let her be closer to the wild. To the wolves. More hair covered her armpits and scattered over her arms and legs with a few trailing up to her belly button.
She growled. Or tried to. It was a soft sound that tickled her throat while she raised her hands to slide her nails over the door.
Sometimes she masturbated in front of her window in her apartment while watching people in the parking lot. Nobody ever noticed, but she was still excited at the idea of it. A few times, she'd done the same while out on hikes with her pants down around her thighs, gasping and trembling as she rubbed her clit.
Exposed.
A part of her wishing someone would see. That someone would notice.
As if she didn't care. As if she were a beast simply easing her urges without caring about human morals and standards.
She licked her lips and sighed.
The thought of masturbating at work gave her goosebumps, but she couldn't quite work up the nerve to do it. Not yet. Instead, she luxuriated in the feeling of being naked in the office, surrounded by the epitome of human nature - her co-workers wearing their suits, wearing their fake smiles, boasting about inane accomplishments while selling and buying and...
"Haaaaah..." she lowered herself to squat with her ass against her heels. They pulled at her cheeks and her slender, elegant pussy lips parted briefly to show glistening pink muscles within.
She growled again, just to feel the sensation of it, and then returned to her clothes, dressing herself slowly until she stepped out of the bathroom, human once more.
Rosa once more.
When lunchtime rolled around, Rosa stepped quickly away from her desk. Before anyone could stop by with work for her and before clients came in needing assistance.
She shaded her eyes as she walked to the sidewalk beyond their building, avoiding the steadily building lunchtime crowd. At first, she followed the flow. Soon, however, she stepped away from the crowd, closer to the row of businesses in order to avoid the pressing crush of people.
The sun shined from a random car's side mirror, blinding her briefly, bad enough that she hissed and squeezed her eyes shut while turning away. Rosa blinked rapidly as she retreated further along the sidewalk.
And so, she was surprised when, her eyes half blinded and filled with ghostly white orbs, she stepped into an open store. The bell above the entrance jingled quietly when the door closed behind her.
"Sorry," she said towards the vague figure of an older gentleman behind the counter. "I wasn't paying attention. Something blinded me and I just-..."
Her voice faded with every word until she stood awkwardly in the middle of the rustic store.
The man behind the counter smiled warmly at her before adjusting his glasses. He stood alone in the shop and only now did Rosa realize how utterly silent it was. No hint of the world outside leaked inside. Aside from the noise, it was cool with a faint musty scent that gave the impression of being deep in a cellar. When she turned to look back at the closed doors, she realized the windows were papered over and vague shadows moved beyond them, distorted and strange.
"May I help you find something?" the gentleman asked. She turned back to him, ready to apologize once more before leaving quickly but, instead, she stopped.
Her earlier rush was gone. She knew she had a limited amount of time to grab her lunch, eat, and run back to work, but now those were abstract needs rather than imperative ones. The proprietor continued to watch her and now his smile was slight - amused as if curious to see what she would do next. His hands rested on the counter before him. The sleeves of his dress shirt rolled back to expose white hairs. A black vest hugged his trim body closely with a perfectly aligned bowtie finishing the look.
"It gets quite busy, doesn't it?" the man asked. She opened her mouth and then frowned before she could reply or ask exactly what he'd meant. He continued as if not expecting an answer. His voice was nearly hypnotic in its calmness. His eyes locked onto hers, refusing to let them go. She swallowed, hard, and stared back. "Life. The city. All of these people crammed into such dense little places. Dreaming of a weekend getaway where they can... camp in absurdly huge recreational vehicles. Safe with all the luxuries and amenities of home with a window to the wild world beyond. Too afraid to let go and be free."
"Y- yeah," Rosa gasped. She blushed at the lameness of her response. His words tugged at her, strings toying with the desires she kept deep within - the urge to be free and wild.
"But, not all of them, I expect," he told her.
His smile had faded to an appraising look and his eyes - his soft brown eyes - darkened. She staggered as if she were being drawn into them. When she blinked, she was standing before the counter, leaning over while clutching the edge of it. Breathing hard. Her brain throbbed as if compressed. Her entire body felt like it had been squeezed tightly.
"I think I have just the thing for you, miss," the man said and his warm smile returned.
She swayed as she tried to force herself to stand and look at what he offered to her: an obsidian stone cut into the shape of a wolf's claw with an ancient leather cord wrapped around it to create a necklace.
"It's beautiful," Rosa whispered.
"It's fitting," the man replied, without being asked. "It suits you. A reminder of the wild for one so close to it."
"How- how much?" she asked him. With all of her donations and other bills, she had a little over twenty dollars - money she needed for lunch for the rest of the week.
He placed the necklace down on a folded piece of cloth in front of him while arranging the strip of leather just so.
"Share something with me," he told her. "This world is tiring. Troublesome. My clients aren't always so pure. Today, I ask for nothing more than a tale, Rosa."
His fingertips gently touched her hand as she reached for the necklace to caress the obsidian.
She found herself talking. Sharing the tale of how she found the wolf sanctuary. She weaved in other threads with the narrative she wove for him, adding the bonus from her boss along with her intimate feelings of connection with the wolves. Her voice was soft. Dreamlike. Spoken without hesitation or filter.
Rosa gasped. And blinked against the harsh midday sunlight overhead. She stood on the sidewalk where a few people walked past, co-workers and couples and others on their way to the next stop in their life.
"I-" she turned and stared at the dry cleaning business behind her.
When something tapped against her stomach, she glanced down to see a necklace clutched in her fingers - an obsidian wolf's claw.
"What the hell?" she whispered as she watched sunlight shine from its dark surface. She raised her head to look down the sidewalk, one direction and then the other. Finally, frowning deeply, she peeked into the dry cleaner, only to be disappointed when it was exactly as advertised. However, a large clock on the wall inside the business showed she had barely five minutes left for her lunch break.
Cursing, Rosa, ran to the nearby convenience store before grabbing a protein bar. She rushed back to work a minute before Mr. Steadler purposely walked past her desk in an obvious attempt to check on her. He lingered, asking pointless questions while his eyes wandered over her chest. When someone called to him, reminding him of a meeting he needed to attend, he rolled his eyes and smiled at Rosa. She shivered and pumped hand sanitizer into her palm while reminding herself that she needed her job.
Still, a minute later, she pulled up a new browser tab to idly hunt for jobs while working through her never ending to-do list.
Later that night, with a bowl of soup on the table in front of her and slices of plain white bread set beside it, she toyed with the necklace. It was simple yet beautiful and it felt warm to the touch. From her own body heat, she assumed as she traced the smooth contours that defined the claw.
With a sudden, determined move, she slipped it over her neck, letting it fall until the tip of the claw nestled between her breasts. It was a dull point that scratched her gently as she moved, reminding her of its presence. As she went through her bedtime routine hours later, a few brown hairs sprouted from her skin where the claw touched. Six short, soft little hairs that she reached up to scratch as she set her toothbrush back on its charger.
Her dreams that night were restless. They were impressions of dreams, as if seen through multiple layers. Colors and faint emotions. She woke and growled while blinking heavy eyelids and licking her lips. Rolling in her bed with her legs caught in her blankets as if she'd been running in place.
She sat up and then froze, staring down at herself. Aside from the necklace, which she'd accidentally forgotten to remove, she was naked with her pajamas scattered on the floor next to the bed. Her pajamas as well as her panties. She tried to recall undressing at night but her mind was blank and even the simplistic dream was fading to leave a void that began with her sliding into bed.
Rosa scratched at the tiny spray of hairs just barely above her breasts, pushing aside the claw to do so. She reached up, stretching up to her toes with her hands in the air, straining until her joints popped like firecrackers.
Freeing her tailbone in the process. It snapped free painlessly to float. Waiting.
The young woman smacked her lips while scratching a faint itch low on her belly. She sighed as she dug her nails deep while padding around her bedroom.
Really, though, she thought to herself. Why even wear clothes in the first place?
The right side of her lips raised while her eyebrows lowered in contemplative expression as she considered the random thought.
In bed, of course.
"In bed," Rosa said out loud, still scratching her stomach. She bent, breasts swaying slightly, as she grabbed a pair of panties from the bottom drawer of her dresser. The smell of chicken noodle soup wafted to her nose. Frowning, still wearing nothing but holding her panties, she moved through her apartment towards the trash can. Following the scent as other insistent little smells weaved together into a complicated mixture.
"I could've sworn I'd thrown-" she didn't finish the thought as she stared at the new garbage bag sitting in the trash can. "Huh."
She tilted her head back, sniffing as the strong seat of chicken filled her nose, brushing past her slowly developing Jacobsen's organ while new olfactory receptors began to form.
The rest of her morning was a blur. Her first stop was always the same - checking for updates from the sanctuary. Finding none, she shuffled into the kitchen to toast some bread and smother it in butter. After eating four slices more than normal with a stomach still growling at her, she found herself wondering if she needed to splurge from her limited budget to add more. Something substantial. Something she could tear into.
A flash.
An image.
Causing her to grip the kitchen table.
Green and brown. Scents. A forest. Blurred.
Rosa groaned and shook her head as if she could scatter the intrusive thoughts. The necklace brushed against the six little hairs and a seventh grew slowly to join them. She growled, low and continuous. It was no longer a soft, human sound. Her heart raced and her blood pulsed through her veins as if she were running and she swayed in the chair where she sat. Still naked after waking earlier.
Her nipples tightened from the excitement of the dream-like chase, areola shrinking, gathering around their nipples as they pushed out and throbbed, aching to be touched.
Panting. Breathing hard. Breasts lifting, falling, pressing against her trembling arms. Before her. It's before her. Prey. The- blood. Filling her mouth. Hot, copper, electric, shockwaves down her spine. The taste of meat on-
"Wheeeewwww," Rosa exhaled. She clawed at her itching stomach while exhaling as nausea swirled within her stomach. Her head was spinning. There was- there were- Colors. A- A taste? "Wheeew. Wheeeeeeeew."
She leaned forward, eyes wide until her forehead touched the cheap table she'd bought second hand. Closing her eyes, she worked through the dizziness while goosebumps rippled over her back. She groaned and sat back and swallowed hard.
Like her dreams, the moment was lost, falling away as it failed to find purchase in her still human mind. In its place was a momentary bout of queasiness that rapidly faded to leave her hungrier than before. The scent of the chicken from the night before was stronger but she found herself wishing it were hamburger meat instead. Or steak.
Rosa stood and gasped when her arm brushed her nipples as she tried to scratch the tiny patch of hairs on her chest. She stared down at the needly little brown bumps and the wrinkled skin around them, only to suddenly realize how aroused she was.
There was nothing to cause it - nothing she could remember - but she could feel the pulsing between her thighs and she growled, quietly, while glancing at the clock. The young woman licked her lips and leaned back against the wall.
By this time she would've long been dressed and slipping into her shoes. Now she moaned as she slid her fingers through her soft pubic hair to find her hood, gasping as she pressed into her clit. Nibbling at her lip while her nostrils flexed.
"Red," she gasped. Growling. Not noticing what she was saying. "Green. Green and red. Knees. On my. On my knees. Down. Down. I- I- MMPH!"
She trembled and whined from the orgasm, sliding down to squat as her cum dripped slowly to the floor. The scent of it was sharp in her strangely sensitive nose. And sweet. She licked her lips while flexing her back.
The arousal lessened as quickly as it had formed, fading to sleep just beneath the surface of her body.
"Crap," Rosa said, shooting up to grab a paper towel to wipe up the mess she'd made before running through the apartment to get dressed and ready. Clothes felt... different. Itchy. And the heat simmered within her body while her swollen labia rubbed against her panties.
The world outside was bright and loud. Enough that she groaned and turned her head for a moment. It all seemed more. Vivid to an almost painful degree. Shielding her eyes as she'd done every morning when the sun was at a perfect angle on the horizon, she made her way towards the stairs leading to the ground floor. Along the way, she sniffed, cataloging the faint smells that surrounded her. Animal scents were the strongest, along with food, but her still developing nose couldn't differentiate much from a distance. Thankfully, none of it was distracting enough to pull her away from rushing towards her car.
Until, that is, she reached the lamp post facing the apartment complex parking lot. She slowed. Sniffing sniffing sniffing. Crouching with a faraway look in her eyes. Cocking her head as she touched her hands to the ground. Leaning forward.
So many scents. It was impossible to separate them. They radiated away like the air rippling from a freshly paved street at the height of a heat wave. She rolled her head. Blinked. Growled softly. Inhaled, noting the different smells - male and female scents.
Rosa gripped the post itself with one hand while the other touched her zipper. The urge to add her own scent while overwriting the existing ones was a whispered directive in the back of her mind. Her fingers pulled the zipper and then she rocked back, nearly falling to her ass. Coughing past the harsh smells filling her throat. Gagging slightly as she stood and waved her hand in front of her face.
"Fucking gross," she said as she stared at the base of the lamp post. At the dark patch of concrete where a dog had peed recently. "People need to control their dogs."
She walked to her car and the door groaned when she gripped the handle to pull. Lines formed against her forearms - the hints of muscles showing on her thin arms. As she had for nearly every day before going to work, she sighed, waited several seconds with her mind focusing on nothing at all, and then she started her car.
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"Good morning, Mr. Steadler," Rosa chanted with a smile that did nothing to warm her dead eyes.
He smelled like shit. A disgusting miasma of scents that wafted to her. It spoke to her of his poor sanitary habits, his poor eating habits, and the fact that he'd recently masturbated. Likely just minutes ago. There was no smell of pussy. Just his cum. She gagged but the smell faded quickly after he left.
Before he even left, her fingers brushed her clit. The man was a disgusting asshole, but the thought of him being so close as she touched herself drove her wild. Him more than the others. As if masturbating with him nearby but not being aware of it was a giant "Fuck You" to what he wanted from her.
Her libido was different. More needy. Harder to ignore. And far more sensitive. She felt daring as she unzipped her pants to slip her fingers beneath her panties for the first time at her desk and she growled as she rubbed furiously.
Her hood and clit were slick from her pussy - from her masturbation earlier that morning. There was no gentleness to her touch, no relaxed enjoyment. She stroked herself as if scratching an itch. A deep itch that could never be satisfied.
Her small orgasm was unexpected and explosive, causing her to moan and rock sharply in her chair. She swirled her glistening, slick around her hooded clit, just as a phone call came in. Rosa smiled and continued touching herself as she took the call with her free hand.
"Can you hold, please?" she asked with her best professional voice as the pleasure from her orgasm continued to spread throughout her body. After placing the handset down, she took her hand back. Her eyes swept towards the office and she smiled, showing her teeth as she raised her fingers to her mouth to clean them off. She sucked them slowly and her growl returned.
This was something new for her. Her heightened sense of smell meant the scent of her pussy was sharper. It was powerful and the taste only added to it. The need to lick was another new urge. She moaned as she finished and then bent while growling as she tried to reach her pussy to clean it with her tongue.
With a loud, unsatisfied huff of exhaled breath, Rosa sat back and grabbed the receiver.
"Thank you for holding. Who are you trying to reach?" she asked.
The strange sensitivity of her nose came and went throughout the day. Sharp sometimes, dull the next. More often the latter. Thankfully.
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Rosa stood in front of the sink in her work bathroom. Naked with her clothes piled neatly behind her. The necklace swung in a figure eight in front of her breasts as her body trembled. She swallowed and stared at her white knuckles where she gripped the porcelain edge of the sink.
The buzz of her co-workers was strangely loud. She could pick out words in conversations and that only added to arousal she felt. Her left hand pulled away to scratch at the itch deep within her stomach. She moaned at her own touch. It was such a strange sensation. It reminded her of when she dug a little too deep in her belly button only combined with the sensation of teasing her nipples. It felt good but a little too much. Especially with the way her nerves seemed to be overacting.
It came in waves, this arousal, sometimes with days in between. Stronger than anything she'd ever felt. It had been almost three weeks since she'd bought the necklace and the first time she'd felt this way was barely a week ago.
Her breath came quickly. Warm puffs as she shuddered and tried to ignore what she was feeling.
Heat. It started with heat pooling between her thighs, shocking her with its intensity until it spread, down to her toes and up to her chest. Further to her face and ears. It was a slow progression and that only made it worse as she felt every single nerve cry out in its wake.
It left her shivering and groaning and clenching her pussy as if gripping a cock. The wetness was immediate, soaking into her panties and, if she waited too long, whatever else she wore - and the chair as well.
She'd tried to ignore it the first time it happened but even Mr. Steadler tried to send her home because she looked "sick." Thinking she was sick, she had gone home - only to masturbate furiously in her car on the ride back, swerving and growling while orgasming. And then continuing at home before finally passing out, exhausted and temporarily sated.
Now she knew better. As soon as she felt the warmth, she would rush from her desk to the bathroom. One inside, she would nearly rip her clothes away. Another side effect of the warmth and her increased sensitivity was that clothing felt almost painful against her body - an uncomfortable soreness that radiated wherever it touched her. Being nude was liberating and she'd even taken to stripping as soon as she was home, allowing her to lounge comfortably. It had only served to heighten her burgeoning exhibitionism.
Clear liquid ran down her thighs. She'd read a few pieces of erotica over the years and had rolled her eyes whenever she'd read that happening to one of the female characters. It seemed outlandish at the time. Until it had happened to her.
"Fuuuuuck," she moaned as her pussy clenched, squeezing tightly while more of her cum was forced out, tangling with her thick bush until some of the strands fell to her legs.
Her hand reached down, sliding over legs dotted by brown hairs. She'd been surprised to see how hairy she'd gotten lately. Although she'd stopped shaving years ago, she'd reached a plateau of body hair. Lately, she'd blown past that and started to wonder if she should actually start shaving. A thought that made her feel strangely disgusted with herself.
Rosa wiped the cum from her legs while her throat rumbled.
The smell.
The scent of it was intoxicating. She swore she could smell it on others occasionally. Sex. Cum and cock and pussy.
Her own smell seemed exotic to her and she couldn't help but lick herself clean. It was part of the ritual of this new increase in her libido and something she looked forward to every time. Her tongue flattened against her fingers, wider and thinner than it should be, enough that it folded slightly as she growled quietly.
After the first time the strange arousal had struck, the other times had been at home and she'd been able to masturbate until she'd been drunk from it. She'd even bought a tiny vibrator and a larger dildo and found herself playing in between those strange moments of passion. Even when she wasn't panting from the need to cum. And she'd wondered why she'd taken so long to enjoy herself - to enjoy the feeling of her own body.
It's just that, the heat-
"Hah. Haaaaah," Rosa laughed while panting but her eyes were still wide and staring.
She'd taken to calling it that - a "heat." Like a wolf. As if she were going into estrus. Her nails clawed at her stomach and she growled without realizing. Her tongue lashed at her lips and almost touched her nose.
A thin line of drool escaped the corner of her mouth. Rosa reached up to the spray of hairs that now crept down between her breasts. They were faint. Short little scattered hairs that she attributed to a more natural hair growth after not shaving for so long. There had been a brief moment, when she'd first noticed the hairs, where she had wondered if the extra protein she was eating lately could cause it. It was a foolish, short lived thought where she confused protein with testosterone and body hair growth. A quick Internet search proved her wrong and she swore to never tell anyone the embarrassing thought.
Rosa walked to the door, placing her left hand against the solid wood. She stared at the door as if she could see past it and her ears twitched subtly. A few brown vellus hairs were scattered over them, too small to bother to trim but enough that she sighed whenever she caught sight of them in the mirror.
Her co-workers were just beyond the door. Now she could hear full, muted conversations. Almost as if she were there in front of them.
She whined and reached down, touching herself finally. Her hand slid against the door as she lowered herself to her knees with her free hand touching the ground. All while arching her back.
A faint bump showed above her ass crack. A few black spots showed the hint of stubble covering the bulge. It moved as the tip of her tailbone, swathed in muscles, tried to lift. Tried to raise to show her dripping pussy for a mate to see.
It was different than when she was at her desk. There she was clothed and hidden. It was easy to cover herself. Now she was naked. Bare for anyone that walked in. Free of clothing and panting from the need to orgasm. Two inches separated her from her co-workers.
Rosa leaned to grab her blouse from the pile of her clothes. She shoved it into her mouth and her canines, sharper than they were three weeks ago and ever so slightly longer, tore little holes into them as she slipped her fingers into her pussy.
She was absolutely drenched. Her fingers were immediately soaked and she moaned at the slippery, smooth texture and then growled as she pressed her fingers inside. And then out and up to her clit as her chest heaved. Her breasts bounced lightly, pressing together briefly before rebounding while her hardened nipples danced.
Her tongue rubbed against the blouse held in her mouth. She licked it obsessively as she began to slide her fingers back and forth, masturbating in the bathroom for the first time. She found a strange desire growing within - she wished there were others watching. Staring at her as she pleasured herself. Other wolves crowding around, sniffing the female, ready to mount-
"I- nnnngh," Rosa growled as the thought slipped away from her. Her cum dripped steadily, creating a puddle beneath her.
Her growl was bestial, barely human as her soft lips trembled over perfect teeth and her slightly curving cuspids. The wet slap of her palm against her pussy echoed in the small room, barely covered by the sound of the overhead fan. Her cum splattered and she growled louder, tearing into her blouse. Her ass shook. Her nostrils flexed. Her eyes widened as golden strands appeared in her brown eyes.
"Hurrr... hrrr... hrrrrrrrr- hhgggk!"
The orgasm tore through her, interrupting her continuous growling as her breath caught in her throat. Her fingers curled against the door and her long, dense nails carved slivers from the veneer and the wood beneath.
It was still there. The arousal. The warmth of her own skin and the ache of the nerves covering her body reminded her of its presence even though it was lesser now that she'd gotten herself off.
"Ohhhh," Rosa moaned as she curled forward, rubbing her face against the door while placing her hands on the ground before her. On her hands and knees, bowing her back to the ghostly image of a- The thought evaporated and she sighed while slowly standing.
Cleaning up was a careful process, helped by her sense of smell and sharper eyes. Colors were subtly altered, just enough that some things stood out more than others. Including the drops of her cum.
After double-checking that the bathroom was spotless, she dressed herself. In the process, her nails scratched against her hands hard enough to leave red lines. She stared at them and reached out to touch the ends. They were longer than she liked and she suddenly couldn't remember the last time she'd clipped them. They were ragged with streaks of gray shot through the translucent coloring.
Clothed now, she shrugged her shoulders and tugged at her blouse, frowning at the holes she'd chewed into the bottom of the fabric. After a moment of consideration, she tucked the ends into her skirt.
Rosa inhaled, drawing the air into her lungs through her nose with her eyes closed. Her scent surrounded her. Despite cleaning up, she'd marked the room and that thought was delightful to a new, developing part of her personality.
The idea of marking her workplace warmed her. She clawed at her belly while cocking her head and she wondered if, perhaps, she should try a different place next time. Somewhere a little more bold. She smiled and growled and reached up to scratch the few little hairs just barely peeking past the neck of her blouse.
A warm breeze ruffled her skirt later that evening as Rosa leaned over the railing outside of her apartment. She turned to the sun where it loomed on the horizon, basking in its warmth as the sounds of laughing children echoed from the apartment's pool. Other sounds tugged at her ears, causing them to twitch - neighbors talking in their apartments and their televisions broadcasting a mixture of news and shows and sports. She caught bits of words and conversations but nothing more. The obsidian necklace tapped against her chest as the wind swirled around her.
The air was warm with the hint of freshly cut grass. Her nose wrinkled and she growled as other scents intruded - old cars spewing chemicals and the myriad aromas from a hundred people living in close proximity and all of the products they used in their day-to-day life.
She'd found herself reducing her footprint when she could afford to do it - researching online for more natural ways to clean or cook. Methods that wouldn't upset her sense of smell.
Her doctor, when she'd finally forced herself to go, had called it Hyperosmia and told her it was nearly impossible to narrow down the cause. He'd asked questions and given her scratch tests to try. When he'd tried to schedule her for an MRI, she flat-out told him she couldn't afford it. The basic tests came back negative for anything bad and that was enough for her. Now she simply adjusted to it.
Rosa reached behind herself to scratch the bump low on her back. She sighed as she pressed her thumb into it, feeling the way her thumb sank into the soft skin. There was a strange echo of sensations and she swore she could feel a muscle tensing, but she was terrified of bringing it up to the doctor in case it was something she couldn't afford. And, like with the sense of smell, it wasn't hurting her. It just ached from time to time. And was swollen.
"Probably go away on its own," she said out loud.
The young woman walked away from the staircase she normally took, heading towards the opposite end of the landing. This side looked out over a grass lot and people rarely walked by. She sat on the stairs with her left hand on her knee and fingernail clippers in her right hand.
Her thumbnail was first. The little clippers barely fit over the tip of her nail, causing her to pull it away briefly in order to inspect the nail. The edges were no longer flexible or thin. They were rigid and reminded her of a stereotypical witch's nail, only not quite as ragged.
Rosa growled as she forced the clippers over the nail once more, settling it in place against the edge of her thumb. She pressed the lever and the pin lifted. The blades compressed, sinking into the nail without cutting. Rosa grinded her teeth and squeezed. Hardened muscles, hiding beneath her skin, clenched and the pin popped, pinging past her ear to strike the wall while the lever simply broke free.
"Well, shit," Rosa said. She reached up to scratch her ear with her left hand as she stared at the broken clippers. Her nails scraped against two hairs as they emerged from her soft ears. Sighing, she raised her fingers higher to rub the rolled tips of her rounded ears. The skin flexed at her touch and flattened and she growled before taking her hand away.
She swung the simple file away from the body of the clipper. The young woman hummed lightly as she swept it back and forth against her thumbnail. Gray slivers of keratin fell away but, barely a minute later, she felt it glided smoothly. She stared down at the file to see that she'd worn away a smooth strip in the center of the rough pattern. She adjusted the file and worked again.
In the end, her one thumbnail was worn down properly while the file itself was a smooth strip of metal.
Now determined, Rosa gathered the broken pieces of her clippers. She stalked back to her apartment and into her bathroom to dig around until she found an old package of Emery boards.
She wore through both sides of thirteen boards before she was satisfied with the length of her nails. After making a mental note to buy more boards, as well as better nail clippers, she reached up to scratch one ear and then the other.
Tiny, soft brown hairs pierced the flattened edges of her ears. A few emerged lower, facing outward.
With one task completed, Rosa stretched up to her toes with her arms raised, lifting her breasts. She growled as she stretched and her muscles tightened - including around the tip of her hidden tail - before releasing. When she lowered herself, she stayed, briefly, on her forefeet while walking to her bedroom to strip out of her clothes.
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Heather Graham
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Wolfizen
I'm on the edge of my seat waiting for the next one! 😍
