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Awakened
🕑 Added 2023-01-07 01:24:53 +0000 UTCIn honor of the Full Wolf Moon tonight, I present a quick little werewolf story I wrote today.
I almost ask them to cancel their trip. I don't feel well. Nauseous and sweaty. My whole body is aching. I swear I can hear my joints groaning whenever I move.
For the hundredth time that day, I scratch my right palm. My nails dig into the white line where I'd cut myself on the necklace Mia brought back from her European trip. She couldn't say what it was but it was a wicked curved fang on an old leather cord. She just thought it looked badass and teased me that I desperately needed some more manliness in my life. Teasing, of course, and I rolled my eyes and told her she was being sexist.
I'd taken it off that first night but it cut into my hand when I clenched it before setting it down. It bled like a motherfucker and I was worried a bandage wouldn't staunch the flow, especially with the awkward placement on my palm. I did what I could, aided by my studies. Turns out I didn't need to worry since it was all better when I woke up after a feverish night of tossing and turning and sweating.
There's some truth to Mia's teasing. I'm scrawny and a little sickly. It's pretty easy for me to get sick so I wasn't surprised I was off that night. Or that I'm feeling gross right now.
I bring my hand up to my mouth to bite at it until I realize what I'm doing and I put it against my side, rubbing my palm against my jeans.
Of course, I can't ask them to stay back and cancel their trip. They're going to France and Germany, touring different cities and it's their first trip out of the States. No way. Even if I die. No way.
It's their graduation gift to themselves. I mean, I was the one that graduated high school. And Mia, of course, but they decided they'd treat themselves because of it. Honestly, it's a great idea and I don't blame them. I'd like to go, too, but they deserve it. I couldn't ask for more wonderful parents. Plus, they're paying a large chunk of my tuition coming up.
"We left a list with emergency numbers," my dad says for the fifth time. "And don't lose the debit card in your wallet. There's plenty for groceries and anything else you need."
"No parties, right?" my mom says but my dad elbows her and she laughs. "Don't make Mia do everything for you, okay?"
My dad leans in and his voice drops.
"Use protection. I left some in-" he starts to say but I put my hand in front of my face and backpedal.
"GROSS!" Mia calls out from the living room where she could apparently hear him perfectly.
Mia is my neighbor. I've known her since we were kids. Childhood friends and everything. She's a sweetheart but it's difficult to think of her that way since I've grown up with her, even if I think she's a little pretty.
Our parents are friends and she's almost always hanging out at my place or me at hers. Doing homework and playing video games. Whenever she's not out with her friends, of course.
"Gross, Mr. Stedman, gross!" Mia yells again.
Still, my dad lowers his head and gives me a fairly serious look.
I wave my hand at him and then wipe a bit of sweat from my forehead. And scratch my palm.
Nearly invisible little brown hairs pierce the skin surrounding the thin white scar left behind by the tooth. They grow out to surround the wound and a few more hairs grow from the webbing between my fingers. Goosebumps rise on my left arm, spiraling up to my shoulder until the hairs lift on my nape.
I grind my teeth and scratch my hand against my thigh. My hair feels damp from the sweat and-
Oh no.
It starts as a faint beat in my flaccid cock. I shiver. More goosebumps but they're like pleasurable razors that slice down my spine. The knuckles on my right hand go fish white as I clench it into a fist, gripping my jeans.
My dick twists. Squirming. Now it feels itchy and my hand twitches to scratch at it. My teeth scrape together. I want to touch myself. Stroke myself. The urge to masturbate is sudden and fierce.
"Honey, we're going to be late," my mom says while tugging at my dad's sleeve. "The car's waiting for us."
"Okay, okay," he says before turning back to me. "Be good. I know you will. And I love you."
"Love you, too, dad," I mutter, bowing my head.
There's a hissing in my ears. I reach up to scratch, digging my nails deep as my parents walk to the door. Sounds go all wobbly and woosh-y and weird until the itch goes away and I take my hands back and touch my-
I immediately snatch my hands away from my crotch and now I'm gripping my jeans with both hands at my sides.
I clearly hear my mom thank the driver for waiting. I clearly hear the woman's reply and the deep thunk of three doors closing. The high pitched chirp of birds makes my head whip around, as does the rustling of bushes and...
A growl issues from my lips. Scratching noises. I tilt my chin, sniffing the air. Cock my head. Turning. Listening. Mice. Or rats. In the walls? Basement? I walk to the kitchen, listening for them as the roar of the car mixes with the crunch of gravel from our driveway. My ears twitch, scratching against my hair, bending in the middle to angle backwards.
Dusk. There aren't as many bird noises as they flitter to their nests. Wind gusts, pulling at the bushes outside of the kitchen window. The movement immediately draws my attention. The window faces away from the street and the light pollution outside, letting in the natural moonlight as the sun sets. Pink and orange bands line the horizon.
Golden lines crack the brown in my eyes.
"Should we order food?" Mia asks from the living room. Her voice is so loud. Too loud. So is the game she's playing. Beeps and boops and digital sound effects. I lean against the kitchen island, clawing at the granite countertop. Leaning over.
The head of my dick presses against my belly. Trapped by the band of my jeans. I lick my lips, tongue rubbing against sharpened teeth. Bowing my head. Rubbing myself. I can't remember when I've ever been as hard as I am now.
My shoulders flex without me telling them to move. Pushed by strands of muscles tearing and doubling and doubling again until my t-shirt tightens against my body. I growl. And grunt. Hand sliding down my shaft on the outside of my pants. Ears sliding against my hair. Stretching outward as they unfurl and the thin skin thickens as they grow to triangular points dotted by sharp brown and gray fur.
Drool drips from my mouth. My tongue dangles from past my lips, broad and dented by my fangs. I just want to cum. I need to cum.
A tear opens in the back of my shirt. Bones groan as they're pulled apart, widening my slender frame. A thin mane of dark brown fur is spreading down my spine.
The seams in my jeans pop in bursts at the side of my legs, starting at my calves. Pain gnaws at my hips but recedes slightly when I unbutton my pants to free my cock so I can masturbate better.
My head lifts to stare at her. At Mia. Her fiery red hair pooling around her shoulders as she tilts to one side and then the other, physically dodging the obstacles in her driving game. The golden cracks widen in my eyes, consuming my irises until they glow in the light. I moan as I stare at the soft white skin of her neck - that curve down to her shoulder. My hand squeezes my cock and I pump myself slowly.
I go to her, up on the balls of my feet, tearing my ripped shirt away from my body. Fur hides my lower stomach and it's grown up to a peak towards my belly button.
The world looks strange from where I'm standing. Smaller. More fragile. Energy pulses through me. My muscles tighten with a whine beyond normal hearing.
The restraints are off. I can feel it inside of me. Prowling. Snarling. Claws tearing at my soul. Biting into me. Stretching itself. Bigger and bigger until it pushes against my skin.
I've loved her. Lusted after her. Lied to myself about it. Told myself she wasn't the red haired girl in my fantasies when I masturbated. The freckle-faced girl on her knees sucking my cock just before I bucked and came into my tissue. Liar.
She smells so clean. Fresh soap and lotion. I can taste her on my tongue just by staring at her. My nose cracks. Pulled apart to widen on my face. I snarl and paw at it until the pain passes.
The game is over. She sighs, having lost, and tosses the controller aside.
Stands in front of the couch.
Turns to look at me as I approach her. Up at me. Veiny biceps bulging, half covered in fur. I can feel the scratching itching as the thick hairs crawl over my back. And the grating sensation of my tailbone twisting free.
"Whuh- whuh- whuh- whuh-" Mia stutters, eyes wide.
I wrap a massive arm around her, pulling her over the back of the couch with ease to press her against me. Kissing her. My first. Thick tongue deep enough to make her gag while my claws score her back and ass, gripping and rubbing and clawing.
Blood in my mouth. My own as my teeth crack, enamel breaking while dentin forms and flows into fangs, cutting through my gums. Hers as my new fangs slice her tongue. One hand sliding up her back to her hair, twining through the red curls, pulling back. Breaking the kiss to lick the front of her neck. The side of her neck. Moaning at the taste of her, sweet and salty sweat.
I can feel my throbbing cock rubbing against her shorts and the gap of bare skin beneath her shirt. Smearing pre-cum on her belly as I grind against her. My tail slides against my ass and thighs, bare skin to fur until I feel the prickling of hairs on my new appendage, like so many ants nibbling on the flesh. The still growing tail wags slowly back and forth behind me, tugging on my spine.
Biting. God. Biting. The urge. The feral urge to sink my fangs into flesh. My fangs into her shoulder. Lightly so lightly for Mia and licking her clean. Tenderly.
Jaw cracks. Pain. I drop Mia and step back, clawing at my head while my face contorts.
She falls to her knees, catching herself with her left hand. She's shaking, raising a trembling right hand to her left shoulder. Touching herself carefully and then bringing her hand around.
No blood. The wound has healed.
"I- I- I have- I- Mace-" she tries to say as she reaches her hand back to her shoulder.
Her fingers touch red hairs growing around the wound. Her brow knits and she turns her head. Opens her mouth and then blinks rapidly as she watches the hairs pierce the creamy white skin littered with orange freckles.
"D- David? David is that- What did- nnnrgh"! she groans, bowing her head with her hand clenching against her shoulder. Her fingernails are dull and gray and bulging from the tips of her fingers. Sweat soaks into her shirt and more droplets trace lines down her temples to her clenched jaw.
"Nuh- no," she whispers, shaking her head slowly.
I see furrows in her nose. She's pulled her lips back. Swallowing. Swallowing. Licking her lips and swallowing. Trying to hold it back.
The right sleeve on her shirt strains. Veins stand out on her arms. I can see the hard lines of defined muscles, triceps and biceps and ones I couldn't even possible name anymore as my reason and human intellect have fled - all standing out as her sleeve tears where her arm is bent. Wispy red hairs grow from her forearms.
She growls, unable to hold it back any longer and her canines crack. Her tongue lashes against her lips, rough and long, wiping off the lipstick she'd applied that morning to show swollen black lips like a dog.
Mia is saying something but I'm staring at my dick. Watching as skin gathers at the base into a strange bulge. Strings of drool drip freely and I growl with every exhaled breath. The skin pulls at my dick, dragging it towards my stomach. Soft brown fur has grown over my testicles and is slowly spreading over the strange skin that's enveloping my dick. Pulling it tighter and tighter until my sheath is sealed to my stomach.
I tear at the remains of my jeans, easily ripping them away to leave me naked.
"It's in me," Mia whispers, looking up to stare at my changed cock. She drags her nails against the ground and wood peels away from her claws. When she presses her palm against the ground, I can see thin padding bulging away from her hand. "It's in me. What is that? What is that inside of- NRGH!"
She roars, tearing at the remains of her shirt. Thin fur traces a line from her belly button up between her breasts. Sweat covers her skin, highlighting her twitching abdominal muscles.
Six red bumps are marked on her body. Two beginning just beneath her bra and the last two barely visible beneath the straining band of her shorts where they bite into her side.
My ears twitch. I can hear the metal whine of her bra clasp. She leans forward, hands sliding on the floor until her chest presses into her thighs and her bra strap breaks. Just as suddenly, she rears back and howls, face to the ceiling, human mouth open wide with drops of blood sliding down her jaw where her premolars are curving into jagged fangs. Her nostrils are pebbled and golden lines radiate from her pupils.
Her nipples move, shifting down subtly. Her modest breasts grow, pressing together in the center with her arms against their sides. Stretch marks appearing before healing.
Milk wells from the tips of her pink nipples when more ducts form beneath the soft skin. A steady drip begins and I inhale deeply to take all of it in.
I snarl and grab my cock while watching her tits bounce. The line of fur is still spreading, reaching up for her throat but curving down around her breasts.
God. Her nipples are hard and thumb-thick. Pink. Her teats are small copies, nearly hidden by short fur creeping up from her crotch.
She leans forward and her breasts sway beneath her. When she look up at me again, she crawls forward. Her calf muscles flare in pendulous, powerful bulges, covered by tufts of red fur.
Mia pauses and stretches, sliding her bare toes out behind her. Her shorts rip at her side, falling to the floor when she shakes her. Again like a dog. Her panties are pulled tight between her ass as her cheeks swell to match her new frame. I can see the curves growing, swallowing the thin fabric just as dark red fur emerges over her spine to creep down to her ass. Another shake and her tailbone pops, pushing against her flesh to form a small mound beneath the fur. She reaches a casual, powerful hand down to rip away her panties.
Stretched out on hands and feet, I can see her toes lengthening while her forefeet are pulled apart into broad paws lined by fur. Charcoal colored flesh bulges into a rounded triangular shape to create her wolf's paw print.
She growls and crawls once more, going to her knees in front of me, huffing and sniffing, shoving her half-muzzle into the crease of my crotch. I grab her hair, fingers gripping one of her ears, feeling the skin sliding against the side of my hand, fur dragging on fur as her ears grow to points. Cold nose against my leg. Taking in my scent.
Her claws touch my hips, biting into my skin since she doesn't know her own strength or how to use her body. One hand reaching for my dick. Holding it. Squeezing. Squeezing. Pressing her padding against the two lumps growing at the base, pushing down the rest of the sheath. She moans and sits up and I see a puddle of her cum as she presses her mouth against my dick. Puffs of hot breath as she smells me. And then her tongue, rough and wet, wraps around me, barely covering half of my dick despite how wide her tongue is now. Growling as she licks. Cleaning the pre-cum dribbling from the pointed, slanted tip as it runs down the shaft.
God. Her smell. The smell of her pussy. It's driving me mad. The beast already has me, pushed me far past human consciousness but the smell of her arousal - of her heat... I snarl, gripping her hair and I shove her to the ground. She roars at me and wraps her arms around me, clawing and biting. My skin sears with pain but heals almost immediately.
She kicks and I roll, sliding against the wood floor until my claws cut in, breaking a plank as I leap after her, finally pinning her to the ground. My teeth find the back of her neck and she freezes. Trembles. Growling with every exhaled breath.
As the adrenaline fades, I realize I can feel my cock against her pussy. Burning me with its heat. She shudders and lowers herself. Her lips surround my shaft, gripping me as her tongue did earlier and its caress nearly pushes me over the line.
When her massive tits press into the floor, Mia arches her back and the tip of my cock presses between her slick folds.
Now I freeze. It's slippery and hot and she tenses, clenching against me. A final few drops of milk leak from her nipples and three of her teats before stopping but her pussy continues to drip. I moan and she leans her head back so I lick her ears and push.
Her jaw opens wide in a silent howl as she takes me. I cum before my knot touches her pussy lips. She bucks, kicking and tearing gouges in the floor. My dick swells against her tightness, forcing her open. Overwhelming her and dropping her to the floor. Her tail thuds against my side, drooping before curving back again.
And then she shoves back, sliding up to her hands and knees, forcing me deeper. Thick globs of my cum spurt from around my cock. She's somehow getting tighter.
Her inner lips crush me, sliding outward along my cock before swelling, rolling, folding, bulging, dragging her clit up and inward when flesh overflows her hood. Pressing her clit against my smooth red cock. She throws her head back into a howl and I thrust into her, spreading her spade apart with my knot.
The dam has broken. I pull out and pound back in, sliding until I slam my hand into the ground, tearing through the wood with my claws to hold myself in place. Mia takes all of it and more, meeting my thrusts. Her ass and tits quake from the impact. Her deep growls slowly dissolve into needy whines that rise higher and higher in pitch until she cums again and snaps at the air when I don't stop.
More. I want more. The beast demands to be sated and I'm forced to obey. It's there. It's almost there. A third orgasm and she's howling again. Her pussy pulses around me, muscles clenching and unclenching.
My knot slips inside and we both shudder to a halt. She growls, ears laying flat. Flexes her hips, dragging me with her. Stuck. Mia shoves up against me, her back into my chest. Prompting me. I start moving, snarling when I realize I can't pull out too far. Sharp, short little movements, the tip of my cock brushing her cervix. She's trembling beneath me, claws biting into the padding on her palms and she's gnawing at her arm through the pain mixing with the pleasure.
Release. Roaring in my ears. Flooding her pussy with my cum, trapped by my knot. And still, I know it's not enough.
---
The she-wolf wakes with a huff, rolling to her hands and knees and then up on two legs. Her eyes find the window and see the gray light of dawn. She raises her arm, watching as loose fur wafts in the air with slow see-saw motions.
Black nostrils open and close, slits flexing.
Home. She needs to go home. Her tail lays limp and lifeless, twitching against the back of my legs. I walk to the door, broad paws aching as bones reshape. I remember the door. I pull the handle and the frame creaks until I turn it and it opens.
Blood in my mouth. I massage my jaw and spit red phlegm to the sidewalk. Creeping through the yard to the house next door. Slightly open window. Not safe. Never safe. Someone- Someone fussed at me about it before. A vague face.
My body feels heavy and dull. I lift the window and crawl inside, falling to the floor. I can't seem to move well but I make my way upstairs. Home. Tired. So tired. Curling up on the floor. Sle-
---
I sit in the remains of the living room and that's the least crazy thing that's happening at the moment.
Sitting against the wall, I'm staring down at the thick ... tube of flesh attached to my crotch and lower belly. There's a slit at the tip and the entire thing is coated in soft brown hair. Silky even. My testicles seem somehow larger. I reach out to touch them carefully, noting that there, too, the skin is dense. Much more than before. And also covered in soft-
Okay. It's fur. It's not hair. It's-
Mia before me on her knees, her muzzle against my-
Oh. FUCK.
The slit opens and a slick red tip pushes through. It's not the first time since I woke up. However, it's the first time a memory-
Rolling and biting until she's on all fours with her ass up, pussy lips spread and almost hidden by a thick tangle of fur, dripping with-
I squeeze my eyes shut but I can distinctly feel the smooth caress of my sheath against my cock when it hardens, pushing the sheath away. A slow throbbing precedes my knot beginning to inflate. I can't help but stare at it. Shocked and amazed.
My hand reaches over for it. To touch it. It's way too fucking big and then I notice my biceps. And my corded forearms and the dusting of fur covering them. And my suddenly hairy chest with actual pecs and abs.
Jesus Christ.
"Mia," I gasp, far too slowly.
---
"Owww, my head," I moan, unwinding my body from where I'm laying on the floor. I yawn, cracking my jaw and stretching out and out until my fingers and toes are shaking.
Why am I on the floor?
"No, wait up, why am I naked?" I ask out loud.
Leaning back on my forearms, my heart skips a beat.
My tits are bigger.
My tits are bigger. Noticeably so.
And there's... there's... I reach out with one hand towards one of the little nipples on the side of my belly. There's four of them, each of their own tiny areola.
Wait.
I carefully lift one of my new breasts and see another. Turning my body, my other tit falls to the side and I see a sixth one. They're about half the size of my nipples and evenly paced.
"Like a dog," I whisper.
I can't see my crotch because of the incredibly thick pubic hair. It's wild. Curly tangles of red covering my mound completely, all the way to my hips. I look up at the mirror on the back of my door and spread my legs.
I can't see my pussy because of them. They're-
I growl. And inhale, lifting my chin with every breath. The hair between my legs is soaked. There's even some on my thighs - hairs soaked with... Reaching as carefully as I can, I immediately bump my fingertips into a velvet soft roll of skin and it makes me jump.
Bending forward, I pull the strange hair aside to see jet black pussy lips jutting out from between my outer labia. I don't seem to have a hood and clit anymore. Just this swollen pussy that's shaped like a-
"Spade," I whisper. Again. "No. I-"
Pain in my shoulder. Claws in my mind, in my body, tearing me apart. That scent. His scent. Filling me. Making me whine with need.
A true animalistic whine escapes my lips as a flash of memory hits me. My hand is slowly rubbing against my changed pussy lips, back and forth, back and forth, sliding further with every pass until my fingertips slip inside and I jump because I accidentally rub my shifted clit.
When I pull my finger free, cum covers them. I inhale and growl.
Not just mine.
God.
GOD.
Drool gathers at the edges of my mouth before sliding down to my chin. My lips tremble. My eyelids flutter. I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck on them, growling the entire time until they're clean. And then I reach for more, fingering myself. Rubbing myself. Cleaning my fingers off.
Suddenly frantic. Masturbating like I've never done before. I'm no prude, I've touched myself occasionally.
Sometimes. Sometimes I even think of David when-
Kneeling before him, worshipping his cock, licking his cock, feeling myself dripping, his claws in my hair and fur, powerful - just as powerful as me like a proper mate should be for-
I buck. My tits sway and silently slap together while my legs tremble and my heels drum the ground.
More. I can't stop touching myself. Cleaning myself. Tasting his cum. I lose myself in it until I hear my mother talking downstairs. Until I smell meat cooking and I growl, dressing myself to fill my empty stomach.
---
I don't dare masturbate. Not after what I've done. Not after what I've learned.
I've already checked and it's the full moon. I've seen plenty of movies about it. Did a little bit of searching on the Internet. Looked at my palm to see the hairs growing around the scar.
"Oh, Mia," I groan, bowing my head until I touch my forehead to the wall.
I'm standing in the kitchen, wearing my dad's clothes because nothing I own fits me anymore. I just finished eating three pounds of nearly raw cooked hamburger meat and I'm still hungry. I picked through vegetables, but I'm currently waiting on a huge packet of frozen meat to thaw.
In the meantime, I'm trying to figure out what to do. The house is messed up. Mostly the floor. I can maybe cover that up somehow. Uh. Tell them I was moving furniture or something? I-
Quick huffs, breathing in. Mia's scent. Close. Three seconds later, I hear her feet on the gravel just in front of the little concrete step in front of our door. Another second and she knocks.
Oh god. Oh fuck. I smell her sex. Our sex. Her pussy. Our cum. Licking my lips, I go to the door and open it and there she is. Mia. Dressed in sweatpants and a baggy shirt.
Is she taller? I'm taller. I know I am.
She freezes. Stares at me. I look away, missing the way she leans in slightly to sniff me.
"Hey," she says.
Just that. Just "hey."
Maybe... maybe she doesn't remember? Maybe she's fine? I turn back.
"H-"
Her tits. She's not wearing a bra and they're definitely bigger. I think. God. Are they? I always tried not to look. I can see her nipples against her shirt. Her nipples.
"Got any hamburgers left over?" she asks, looking over my shoulder towards the kitchen. "Can I come in?"
"Oh, yeah, I mean, no, I don't- I ate all the hamburger- uhh, the hamburger meat," I finish lamely. "But, yeah, come in."
I step aside and she walks in. I bite my lip to stop from growling. My teeth are sharper. The canines. And I reach up to brush my hair back over my ears. Also sharper. Pointed. Like my teeth.
Wait. Did I see her teeth? Her ears? I look as I follow but her hair is so thick-
Fist in her hair. Teeth against her neck. Thrusting thrusting thrusting-
My sheath glides against my cock and the old sweatpants I'm wearing bulge around my erection. It doesn't help that I'm staring at her ass. Her pants are tight. Too tight. And there's a weird bulge that flashes occasionally as she walks.
Oh fuck.
I don't see any panty lines. I shouldn't even be able to tell.
"Wow, what happened here?" she asks, stopping in the middle of the living room.
"I just- can you- I need to go to the bathroom," I tell her, brushing past while trying to hide the obvious bulge in my own pants and the tip of my dick where it's pressing against the bottom of my shirt.
I close the door and turn, pushing my sweats down. Grabbing my cock. I should've masturbated this morning. God. God, she smells incredible. She looks incredible. My nails scrape the wall as I pound my fist down against my cock, staring at myself in the mirror. At my cock. My sheath. Remembering what little I can of the night before. How fucking good that felt. The beast taking over my body.
Light patterns shift in the gap at the bottom of the door. I can smell her, but that's because she's in the house. The light grows dark and I frown at it, but I can't stop. I'm almost- almost-
My cum splatters against the mirror. It seems endless and I feel every muscle relaxing as I let loose. The claws digging into my belly let go and I just enjoy every twitch of my dick until my balls are empty.
For a moment, I swear I hear a huffing sound. Beneath the overpowering scent of my cum is the cloying scent of Mia's pussy.
"I need to go, too," Mia says outside the door and I curse silently, pulling up my pants and lifting my shirt to hide my ridiculously huge cock before grabbing toilet paper to wipe the mirror.
"Just a-
---
"- minute," I hear him say as I lean against the bathroom door with my hand down my pants, rubbing my spade. My pussy. Thrusting two fingers inside. I can't fit three unless I push it and I just want to enjoy myself as I listen to him masturbate. As I smell him cum. My lips tremble, flashing my fangs.
Before he opens the door, I pull my hand out, lick my fingers clean and then smile brightly at him when he opens the door, letting me slip inside. Listening for him to walk away.
Kneeling in front of the mirror. Sniffing it while my hand goes into my pants again. Whining. I can't help it. It's such a strange sensation. It bubbles up inside of me and I sometimes try to stop it but I can't. My throat just squeezes it out.
Oh hell. Oh hell, it smells- mmmm- it smells-
My tongue flattens against the mirror at the bottom. I'm grunting as I shove three fingers into my pussy, flexing them to touch my hidden clit. Licking the mirror even though I know he tried to clean it up. Tasting it. Tasting him. Growling in between. Licking from top to bottom until I-
I cum and my nails - not claws but the tips are pointed and they're way harder than they should be - cut slivers of paint and wood from the door. My pussy pushes my fingers out and I grip the soft, strange lips as I ride it out.
Once I'm done, I sigh and smile and clean my fingers again. Never have I ever licked my own cum before today, but now I can't stop. It feels right to do it and I growl quietly the whole time. And only then do I wash my hands.
And stare at myself. Feeling the aching emptiness between my legs.
I've been pushed over the edge and I can feel it prowling just within. Awakened and hungry. Waiting. I had a few more memories resurface in the hours before I came over and I masturbated so many times I lost count. More than I ever have in a week, maybe in a month.
It feels so fucking good and as the seconds pass, I can feel the beast growing stronger. And I want it. I growl at the thought of it.
I want it. Not the beast. I want to remember it. To experience it while awake. Years I've waited for David to make a move, always second guessing myself and wondering whether he even liked me like I'd grown to love him. And it was snatched away from me. Another growl, angrier this time.
He changed, like me. Before me. Infecting me. I know it's not his fault. I know who he is. I've grown up with him. Something happened to him and he couldn't stop it. Hell. I know I couldn't if I'd been in his shoes.
But, I want him, he's mine, not hers. I'll share at best. At most.
---
She's gonna kill me. Or sue me? No, that's stupid. Maybe she's coming here to tell me I've ruined her life and she'll kill me if she sees me again. Maybe-
My nose tweaks and my ears twitch, pulling my head towards the bathroom. Inhale. Inhale. Huff. Inhale.
God. I need to get my mind out of the fucking gutter. I snatch my hand away from my aching cock and take deep breaths through my mouth to calm myself with my eyes closed. After a while, it works and my dick slips back into my sheath.
A minute later, Mia walks out and I'm immediately on alert. I clearly hear her feet silently walking on the floor with a strange tic kind of sound, except ... fleshy - her skin momentarily sticking to the wood.
I steel myself for it as she walks past and sits on the other end of the couch, facing me with a serious expression.
"Hey," she says again.
"H- hey," I reply.
And then she stares at me. Appraising me. Cocking her head and watching my expression.
In the corner of my eyes, I can see the bulge between her legs. Is it a pad? Is she on her period? No. I don't smell blood.
Ugh. Ugh. I'm such a fucking creep.
A single curl of red hair peeks out between her sweats and shirt. Her breasts lay flat against her, drooping slightly to the side. Her nipples are so thick, they-
Goddammit! Stop! I curse at myself.
"You're going to med school, right?" she asks suddenly.
"Um. Yeah, I mean, after I-" I answer but she cuts me off. Her teeth are pointed and as she presses into the couch, her hair settles and the sharp tips of her lightly furred ears stick out.
Fuck.
"I need you to look at something for me," she says. Still serious. Here it comes. Fuck fuck fuck.
She gathers her shirt and pulls, sliding it over her body. She's fucking fit. Hardened muscle lines her core and, oh.
Up. The shirt goes higher and higher, dragging against tiny nipples until she gathers it beneath her breasts.
Six teats line either side of her belly.
"What are these, doctor?" she asks with a strange, husky voice. Her scent slams into my nose. Thick and strong and my cock slips through its sheath once again.
"They- uh- they-"
She bends, leaning to grab my hand to bring it to her stomach, forcing my fingers to touch one of the teats. Mia sighs softly when I rub it and I fight back my hungry growl.
"I can explain, I-"
"And this," she says with the hint of her own growl as she takes the band of her pants and pushes down. Her crotch is covered by firey fur in thick curls. I snarl, turning my head while gripping my left hand against the couch, tearing through the cushions with my sharpened nails.
She doesn't stop. Lifting her legs to push her sweatpants down to her knees.
"Look at me," she commands. Roughly. "Look at me, David."
I turn. Staring at her face. And then down. Watching as her hand moves fur aside to show her pussy lips. Swollen and black with soft, slightly wrinkled skin. She growls as she presses two fingers into it and forces it open to show the slick pink within.
"What am I?" she snarls, staring at me with her chest rising and falling.
I roll. Leaning forward, into her. Kissing her. My mind is blank and white. Her nails against my back. Her moans in my mouth. She lifts her hips up into me to grind her pussy against my cock before reaching to try to push my pants down. I do the honors instead, strip her own tights off completely and press the tip of my cock into the grap where the folds meet in her spade.
Staring into her eyes. Sliding one hand beneath her shirt to lift it up and over her breast before leaning down to suck on her nipple. To bite it with my fangs. And up again, licking and kissing her neck while she moans and tries to shove her pussy against my dick. Growling and biting her ear. Pulling back. Kissing her lips. Back further.
"Mine," I tell her, my own voice rough as I slide into her. Her mouth opens and closes as she leans her head back. "You were always mine."
I feel her legs wrap around me, forcing me deeper inside. My knot spreads her apart.
"And you, mine," she snarls, half feral as if words were difficult for her. "Now make me yours."
We feel it happening hours later as we rest, cuddling together. Our skin burning and joints creaking. We change together, slipping outside before losing ourselves completely in order to race in the open air and hunt together.
Joined and mated.
Comments
ItsTheBigBadWolf
I like to think that the initial switch is always a bit of a whiplash, which adds to the flip in perspective, but then also draws the reader in more-so. And of course, no problem at all!
Heather Graham
Thank you! I worried that it'd be awkward because of the 1st person perspective so I'm glad it worked out okay. And thank you for the comment :D
ItsTheBigBadWolf
Enjoyed your switches on perspective in this one, really kept the perception fresh and dynamic. Awesome work!
Heather Graham
Thank you! I don't personally have any plans to continue it but just about all the stories are up for continuation if they're voted on at the appropriate time.
Darkwanderr
I really liked this story and theme @Lycandope, thank you for writing the story. Do you think this one might continue?
