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February Illustration: Allergic Reaction
🕑 Added 2021-02-12 20:18:07 +0000 UTCOnce more from the amazing Navajas! Next month will be from the American Werewolf In London Ch. 02 story!
Lenora stared at her open book. Ambient sounds gradually faded into the distance as if passing through a vast tunnel. Her own breathing, something she never really thought about before, filled the void. She inhaled and then exhaled slowly, closing her eyes as blood rushed to her pale cheeks to brighten them - and beyond to the tips of her ears.
"Fuuuhhhh," Lenora exhaled, pressing her top teeth against her bottom lip. She ran her fingers through her short, curly hair until she reached the tips and then she pulled lightly, bringing her head back with a moan that slowly raised into a quiet yowl.
She bowed over her book. Her hair shifted forward, teasing her ears which twitched in response. Skin split just above her earlobes, opening into marginal pouches. Her ears flicked. Fine hairs appeared along the edge of her ears. She placed her hands to the sides of her book, flexing her fingers over and over again as a new instinct rose within her. She kneaded at the desk, bending her fingers to scratch at the wood. The whorls within her ears flattened, pushing at the edges while new hairs, long and straight, emerged from within.
Translucent layers of her nails flaked away every time she clawed at her desk, falling to the floor around her. New growth replaced them and they became more convex over time until her nails were wide claws. Her nail beds opened to them, allowing the claws to sink into the tips of her fingers until she opened her hand and pressed her palm into the desk, forcing her claws out.
"Ohhhhh," Lenora moaned as her ears expanded, pushing her curls aside when the skin stretched and hairs tangled with hairs. She raised her chest and the soft little roll of fat on her belly grew momentarily taut.
The motion briefly lifted the sleeves of her t-shirt to show a light dusting of orange and white hairs. More hairs slid through her skin, slipping beneath the sleeve to creep up her arm and down in soft patches.
"Mmmmrrroooooooow," the girl moaned, her voice once more changing as she raised her head and slowly licked her lips.
Her ears bent backwards. Her cheeks burned as an unnatural arousal filled her. Her heart sped up and blood coursed through her body, waking every nerve until the brush of her shirt against her sides made her gasp.
Lenora pressed her thick, freckled thighs together, rubbing them slowly back and forth. Her panties compressed into a narrow line and she moaned once more when the friction of her legs rubbed the seat of her panties against her pussy. She could feel the wet fabric even before the scent hit her increasingly sensitive nose.
It was getting harder to think. Tiny pleasurable needles pricked her entire scalp while her heart beat in her chest only to be echoed between her thighs. The emptiness was growing but the need to be filled was outpacing it. She gasped and writhed in her seat while arching her back.
Her red lips swelled outward, pushed by the lengthening of her canines. Her tongue completed another slow circuit while her hands clawed against her breasts and lower stomach. Everything felt so incredibly sensitive. Her thighs continued to rub against each other while she slid her hand down beneath her pajamas. Opening her hand brought out her claws and she dragged them over the narrow strip of her silky brown pubic hair.
White hairs pierced the flesh of her mound, joined by orange hairs. She shivered and yowled, clenching her little hand into the hairs to gently tug them and moan when the roots pulled at her skin.
In contrast to the still increasing sensitivity flooding her body, a numb patch appeared at the base of her spine, radiating a strange coldness. Lenora ignored it as she continued to play with the spreading hairs.
Finally, it was too much. She grabbed at her pajamas and the band of her panties, pushing them down, down, down while raising and bending her legs, shoving at her pajamas until they dropped to the floor to leave her bottomless. Her inner thighs glistened from where she'd marked herself. A silent pop jerked at her spine, freeing her tail to push against her back. The numbness faded when the hairless tip wavered back and forth, brushing the crack of her ass and rounded, padded cheeks.
She stared down at her aching pussy and thighs with half-lidded lust filled eyes. Her hand slid down as she raised her left leg to set her foot against the desk with her right bent out before her. A vibration stuttered in the base of her throat when she caressed her swollen lips, wetting her finger before sliding it up to touch her clit.
Lenora purred while she touched herself, drugged by the heat growing within. She wriggled further and her tail slipped between her spread ass, sliding against the slick skin.
Flesh bulged against her forefeet and beneath her toes. She clenched her toes while leaning her head back, losing herself in the pleasure of her finger swirling against her clit. Her lips trembled, baring her fangs while her whiskers formed, opening wide holes before stretching out into the cool air. Her toes bent forward and back as her nails cracked, folding while pushing forward into razor sharp claws. Beneath them, her swelling pink flesh grew brighter, taking on a red tinge. Skin continued to bubble out over her forefeet.
Her paw pads grew thick and smooth while orange hairs emerged from the back of her feet. A few white hairs followed in a banded pattern when they spread up to her ankles.
"Oh. Oh. Oh," Lenora moaned while still purring. Her eyes fluttered and she gripped the seat of her chair with her free hand when her hips started to thrust of their own accord. Her tail curled up, nearly touching her hand. "C- close."
Her soft, puffy pussy quivered as she stroked her clit faster and faster, hips working in a counter. The cheap chair squeaked and her ears bent while she panted and moaned, rubbing faster and faster until her left leg kicked out, scattering her books. She covered her pussy while yowling loudly. Her muscles clenched within, opening and closing and opening and closing as if to remind her of the emptiness.
Despite the orgasm, it was growing worse. Her brain felt like it was on fire and her very skin burned with the need to be touched. With the need to be bitten and clawed. Orange hairs lifted on her nape and she moaned loudly at the thought of teeth latching onto the back of her neck. Her whiskers trembled and her soft pink tongue darted out to wet her lips.
She needed to be fucked, badly. Worse than anything she'd ever imagined. Her morality dwindled as she pictured herself simply walking outside to blow the first man she saw in an effort to convince him to mate with her. Hands on other cocks with her mouth bobbing against another while yet more filled her pussy and ass. Rationality fled, replacing with the need to be bred.
Lenora fell from her chair, shaking and clawing at herself while her pussy dripped freely. She stood and stumbled, her curvy hip hitting against the desk. It would happen, she knew she would do it and she didn't care. She would beg anyone to fuck her. She would-
Keys in the door and her ears stood tall while her eyes flashed, compressing vertically. Her roommate was back. She smiled wide, showing her fangs as she opened her door to her room to step into the hallway, mind already filled with the thought of his cock stretching her pussy.
