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In The Moment
🕑 Added 2022-10-14 01:25:17 +0000 UTCYet another gift story. Short this time with a feral werewolf TF!
She panted.
Tongue lolling from her mouth, thick with drool that hung in ropes before collapsing to the ground. She could feel her tongue sliding against her teeth as it lengthened and she pulled it back, swallowing thick spit while growling.
When she gasped, it unrolled once more to lay past the tips of her teeth, bouncing with every quick breath.
Pulling at her blouse. Growling. The sun was still in the sky. It was too early. Sweat soaked into her clothes.
She leaned against a tree, rubbing her forehead as hairs began to grow below her brow, spreading down from her hair and around, slowly creeping towards her ears.
Her nails dragged against the tree, bending, folding, the broad tips growing to sharp points that tore chunks of bark free before scoring deep into the wood itself. Her bra bit into her chest, the wire band whining sharply, impossible to hear until her ears twitched and a rush of sounds pounded into her brain, causing her to scream and fall to the dirt, barely catching herself on her hands and knees.
Rocking her ass up while sliding her aching feet back. Her shoes were already discarded, hidden beneath a log.
Cartilage crackled within the thin webbing of her ears as fine black fur grew over them. They slid through her hair. Filling out. Growing thick as they swelled into triangles.
"N- nooo please, I- I- I don't want to be awake for th- OOOOWL!" she howled, throwing her head back as the ears began to travel over her skull. Hair fell away from her scalp in clumps.
She heaved as the sounds of bones breaking filled her entire body. Just as she was about to vomit, she snarled, wrinkles forming on the bridge of her nose as her jaw crunched and pushed forward, gaps of bare skin appearing in her fur covered cheeks as flesh stretched into her muzzle.
Blood trickled down from her gums. She swallowed, greedily. The beast enjoyed the tangy warm taste and she growled happily as her broad tongue made a circuit of her mouth to find more but the wounds were already healed. The space provided by her expanding jaw allowed her teeth to lengthen, spearing through the soft red flesh to grow to deadly points.
"Fuu- fuuurk-" she snarled, sneezing and shaking her muzzle with her ears twisting and bending. "Fuuurrrrrrrr-"
The band finally broke on her bra, freeing her until her muscles swelled, constrained against her blouse. A wide tear opened on the back to show sweat-coated skin dotted with thick fur. Her spine rose in a bone crunching wave from nape down, lifting fur until it broke her hips, freeing her tail and shifting her pussy, adjusting her to be mounted like the animal she was becoming. The fleshy protrusion of her tail tapped one ass cheek and then the other, back and forth as vertebrae formed within to force its growth until it lifted, pushing up against her skirt.
Her body burned. She snapped, kicking her back leg, throwing dirt and dead leaves behind her as tendons tightened like a key was winding them back. She yipped when bones snapped, reshaping her legs and then screamed, muzzle back, lips - half pink and black with a dark line running up to her pebbled, black nose - stretched back over sharp fangs.
Her palms slowly raised as the padding filled out beneath her fingers in a rounded triangular shape that left vague paw prints when she moved. Agony rippled through her legs, as if the muscles were being strained through a metal grinder. Her hips popped while her thighs crunched and cracked, pulling her legs towards her body.
She crawled, dragging her bare chest against the dirt while kicking her half-formed legs, sliding out from her skirt. A tingling sensation echoed from her nipples where they touched the earth but it was distant, drowned by pain.
Fatty tissue melted away from her breasts as the ducts flattened into her powerful, muscular chest. An intense itch burrowed deep in the center of her nipples, only to be echoed by six new points along her belly. Milk ducts and glands grew beneath her skin while the flesh bulged into human-sized nipples with tiny pebbled areola barely wider than the nipples themselves.
That she could feel - the formation of teats sending shocks down her spine that made her whine. It was worse than before - than the three months since she'd been bitten. Stronger and more arousing and she whimpered, laying flat with her legs out. Her tail swished through twigs and leaves behind her.
Almost done, she panted, staring up at the full moon with golden eyes surrounded by thick black rings. You bitch. A- almost- sh- shit what- oh god.
She stood on all four feet, sitting back and raising her hind leg while bending forward.
Her pussy shined in the silver light, dripping wet and swollen. Her ears lay flat and she whined as she smelled herself and shivered.
With the pain gone, she felt a new sensation. Arousal but something worse. Something that burned her bones and scorched her nerves to leave them bare. As her dense pelt finished growing in, she felt every single hair emerging. It was devastating. Her head was buzzing, already difficult to think straight due to the beast, she snarled and shook her muzzle violently, trying to ignore the heat burning through her core.
Her tongue lapped out, licking her pussy. Long, loud schlicking sounds as her tongue flattened against her clit and curved down to asshole. Again. Again. She could feel the swelling flesh of her inner lips. Her hood folded over her engorged clit, hiding it as it dragged the nub down to meet her bulging, dripping pussy lips as they rolled inward. They pressed together and the muscles tightened within, expelling a thick stream of clear liquid that steamed in the cool night air.
Faster and faster, her tongue folded over the distended lips of her spade, growling and trembling as she brought herself closer and closer and closer-
She howled, ears back and steam issuing from her muzzle.
Seconds later, another howl answered her and her ears stood tall.
A male.
Oh. Oh no, she thought as she stood and her tail raised, curving to show her sex. No no no no no.
She raced through the forest on four legs, leaping over fallen logs and ducking beneath low branches. There was no way to stop and her jaw creaked to hold back the urge to howl. Failing. Raising her head to scream her need and then listening for the answer. Cursing herself as she found her heart racing with excitement, unsure of who was in control anymore - her or the beast.
He stood in a clearing, another werewolf as big as she was. A massive gray wolf, four feet tall at the shoulder. She whined at the size of its immense red cock, angled to a sharp point and dripping cum. Its knot was easily the size of an apple and her knees nearly gave out.
No no no you dumb bitch no come on nooooo! she screamed inside her head as she eagerly padded over to shove her head beneath its chest. He cocked his leg up to allow her to lick his cock from base to tip, cleaning the dripping cum and whining.
And then she turned. And presented herself as a human would, raising her ass with her curved tail flopping to the side, chest to the ground, head flattened and turned.
Please don't do this please please please oh god he's coming over he's- FUCK!
His nose touched her pussy. He licked her several times and she shuddered and pushed back. Her tail pressed against the thick fur on her shoulders when he walked over her and the head of his cock grinded against her pussy lips. He hunched his hips and shoved, thrusting and thrusting until the sharp tip pierced her lips, driving deep into her wetness.
She hadn't had sex with a man since high school, years and years ago and now she was offering herself like a slutty bitch, panting with her eyes rolling back as he thrusted into her, faster and faster and faster and faster and faster. Her orgasm nearly drove her unconscious. She clamped against him and howled, clawing at the dirt and still he pounded into her, flinging her cum against their fur.
The orgasm wouldn't stop. She snapped at the air and shoved back, driving him deeper while her pussy pulsed around him.
His knot.
It spread her apart. Threatened to rip her pussy in half. Her lips bulged around it, slightly wider with every thrust as it grew used to his size. As she desperately tried to take it.
Her mind was white. A storm of static. She came again. A third time. Losing count.
Until he knotted her.
Her fangs sliced into her tongue, bleeding for two seconds until it healed. She froze but he pushed and she felt him there, trapped against her cervix. Pounding, huffing, grunting, snarling with sharp little short movements that shoved her through the dirt.
When he came, she swore her belly would burst from it. It drilled into her, coating the slick walls of her pussy and it was endless. Her own orgasm stormed through her and she could feel his cum sloshing inside of her, trapped by his knot. She rolled to her side, tongue out and drooling as her chest heaved. Panting.
She whined when he began to move again but a small, vocal part of herself was eager for it. Wanted to feel him again as her teats brushed back and forth in the dirt, pushed and pulled but his knot. A small, human part of her.
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In the pale morning light, she woke and stood.
On four legs.
What the- what the fuck?! she thought, barking twice loudly.
It was morning. She always turned back in the morning.
She took a step and then whined at the soreness of her pussy. Cum dribbled from her folded lips. More dried on the fur covering her legs.
No, this is fucked. This is really fucked, she told herself, pacing in a wide circle. This wasn't the deal, you stupid fucking moon! GOD DAMMIT!
She snarled and growled. And ran, pushing to exhaust herself until she collapsed and slept, only to wake midday and starving. And still a wolf.
I can't do this. You have to take over, she told the beast within. Her stomach growled. No. No, I can't, please.
An hour later, yelling at herself inside her head, she hunted, forced to learn the complexities of the smells swirling within her brain and what they meant. Parsing them to find prey while learning to move silently. Two more hours until she took down her first kill.
You stupid piece of shit rabbit why couldn't you run faster now look at you and why do you taste so fucking good your blood is just- fuck! So fucking- so fucking good, dammit now I need more and-
The beast returned that night and the heat buzzing through her body during the daytime increased tenfold.
And the male found her again after he changed beneath the full moon. She gave herself willingly. Eagerly.
The next morning she woke up, still a wolf and silently resolved to the new form as she hunted immediately to ease her immense hunger.
And again the third night of the full moon. She looked for him this time. Wrestling and fighting and snapping. Pinning him to the ground to awkwardly rub her spade against his cock before finally going to all fours and offering herself, drooling like the slutty bitch she was.
A little over a month later, after the next full moon where she was once more bred by the other werewolf for three nights in a row, she finally realized why she was stuck as a wolf when her unborn pup squirmed in her womb, causing her to bark in alarm.
Well. Fuck.
Her teats dangled from her bulging belly beneath her, full of milk with her dark nipples brushing through the forest's undergrowth. She felt every blade of grass slicing through the dense fur to the underlying skin, caressing her with their touch. The rough edges toyed with her nipples as her teats swung beneath her, stimulated by every brush of low lying vegetation. Milk welled, merging into fat drops that latched onto the grass, weighing the blades down until the translucent liquid coursed down their length to soak into the dirt beneath her.
She froze, head bowed with her tongue dangling. Panting. Her continuous heat was made worse by the new hormones flooding her body. When her legs trembled weakly beneath her, she lay down and rolled to her side. She growled, curling her body to sniff at the creamy scent of the milk within her swollen teats. Her tongue unrolled as she licked herself. And tasted herself, groaning with a wolf-like moan when she tasted herself.
The full moon was cradled between the tops of the trees. She cocked her head to stare at it and then tilted her head the other way while closing her eyes. Her tall, fluffy ears stood at attention. Listening. Listening for the call of the other werewolf. She ached to feel the knot inside of her once again. And she thought, not for the first time, about tracking down the wolf pack she'd heard in the distance, to ease her needs between the full moon.
Ten minutes later, the call echoed through the forest and she pushed herself up, tail curling. She shook herself and ran, growling as her heavy teats threw her balance off. They swayed and slapped together beneath her, impossible to ignore and only increasing her need.
Two months afterwards, she snarled and bucked, laying on her side. Pushing and pushing and grinding her teeth with the sun high overhead, warming her fur.
A pack surrounded her. They'd found her, howling through the pain of birthing her pups and they guided her carefully towards their den - an old fox burrow in the side of a cliff that they'd widened over several generations. The dried out riverbank left logs strewn about. Several of them hid the den's entrance from casual view. They tried to bring her into their den but she collapsed in front of it, wanting instead to be in the open air.
Now they protected her while providing comfort, tongues licking her and her pups, cleaning them when they emerged. One mewled as it nosed towards her, smelling her milk and she gasped when its sharp, needle-like teeth latched on. Her ears folded back as she weakly bent to lick the crown of its head, her broad tongue enveloping it completely. The second wasn't far behind but her cramps pulled her away from them.
Once finished, she lay in the dirt, exhausted as she nursed her three pups. The others, pure wolves, lay with her, ears listening while their eyes looked deep into the shadows of the forest. Her pups suckled, sending shivers down her spine from the fluttering tickling itching sensation. One bounced between her teats with enthusiasm, rocking on unfamiliar, unsteady limbs from one to the next and back again.
Her children were wolves, as these were. Although their sire was a werewolf like her, these weren't - lacking the unique scent that distinguised one from the other. She wondered, as her eyelids drooped, when she would become human again. And how she would raise her children.
And whether she would nurse them from her breasts when that happened.
A worry for her future self as she lay, swaying on waves of bliss as she fell into a deep sleep.
