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🕑 Added 2021-02-02 21:48:44 +0000 UTCA surprise werewolf story that I wanted to put together! Surprise! More stuff to come this week! Exclamation points!
I can barely sit still. I glance over to the open window, staring through the blinds to see the silver moon just over the tips of the trees. But that's not the only reason I'm pacing.
I'll never get used to the energy when it's this close to the full moon. It's like my body is constantly on alert. Constantly ready to- to do anything. Adrenaline mixed with other chemicals and whatever supernatural nonsense is at play.
Almost four years of dealing with this. Four years of avoiding intimacy when I want it more than I ever had before. The added aggression and flood of testosterone was a nightmare after I was infected. Going from a chill introvert to a ridiculous alpha male stereotype was a nightmare. I couldn't even control it for the first year. I'd just snap at everyone that looked my way while grabbing my crotch and staring at any semi attractive woman in sight. I could feel myself doing it and I cringed inside but it was impossible to control. I just wanted to fuck and fight for the first year until I was finally able to exert some control. Even now, I still struggle with it during the 3 days of the full moon.
Still, that's not the worst of it. The changes left by the transformation were the worst. I can't count how many people have mentioned my teeth. "Oh, are you a vampire?" Ha ha. And I had to grow out my normally short hair into a shaggy mess to try to hide my ears. Which only made me look more unkempt. More like a wild person. More like a wolf. But the real torture...
My hand slides down to my crotch. I'm wearing boxer briefs and nothing else. My furred sheath sticks out a full two inches against my belly and the curved, pointed tip of my cock lays exposed. The fur covering the- my- sheath is silky soft and a mixture of brown and black hairs. Sometimes I touch it just to feel the sensation against my hand. Sometimes because I want to remind myself what I am.
Imagine being a raging bull of hormones but knowing you can do nothing about it. Seeing all these women. Desiring them. Wanting nothing more than to paw and grind and and and-
I can feel my sheath pull back and my cock slid free. Such a strange sensation even after these years. Blood rushing down, throbbing in my deflated knot.
And any woman that saw or felt this would be horrified by it.
All of these insane hormones and not able to act on any of it but needing to so bad that it fucking hurts.
Your car is a unique sound for me. I know you're almost there and I squeeze my cock, sliding my hand down against the hardened knot. I can see fur mixing with the hair on the backs of my hands and forearms. The change has left me more hairy than before but there's a difference between fur and hair.
I still don't know why I tried dating you. Or, really, why I let it happen past the first date. I've done that before just because I needed to feel like I was still human. There were so many first dates that faces started to blur and I forgot little details. But, you, I somehow found myself on a second date. And then a third, leaving you frustrated on your doorstep after shoving you against the wall and making out with you. Clawing at your ass and shoving my cock against your stomach. Tongues writhing together.
You weren't coy. You didn't ask me to come in for coffee. You grabbed my hand and told me to come in and fuck you. I could've thrown you to the ground and fucked you on your front steps in view of everyone. I almost did. My nails cut into my palms and my teeth tore into the insides of my cheeks. When I got your angry text afterwards, I almost blocked you and moved on. But, something made me take a chance.
I was terrified when I invited you to my place a few days later. I could still smell how angry you were even if I couldn't see your expression. But, there was curiosity, too. And lust. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt long enough to hide myself but you could see the impressive bulge.
Leading you into my bedroom, heart pounding. Sitting at the foot of the bed while you sat with the pillows. Fumbling with my hands. It was the first time I'd felt nervous since I'd be changed. Aggression doesn't leave much space for it.
You laughed, of course, when I told you what I was. Asking if I was a furry and was ashamed because I needed to wear my fursuit in order to have sex. When I showed you my ears more clearly, you grew quiet. My teeth left you silent. 'So what', you asked but then your eyes followed my hand when I rested it against my cock.
I started to say something, to explain ahead of time but then I just pulled my shorts down and lifted my shirt with my eyes on yours. Seeing them widen and your mouth drop open. Hearing your little gasp of 'Holy shit' when you saw it.
Again, you didn't ask permission and you didn't run. I think that's part of the reason I saw you again after the first date. Or the main reason for it. Your boldness.
I watched you come closer and jerked when you reached out to touch it. I tore strips from my mattress when I clenched my hands to keep them away from you and I grinded my teeth together hard enough to hurt. And it takes a lot to hurt me these days.
God. God! Watching you stroke it, feeling you stroke it. Sliding your hand down over the fur and then up without saying a word. Seeing the red tip emerge while the sheath withdrew. I couldn't help but growl and you squeezed me in excitement when you heard me. Pumping just a little bit faster. Hypnotized by it. I sat there breathing through my nose when you commented on how huge it was. My lip trembled when you said you weren't sure how it would fit inside of you. The implication of it, Jesus. Almost four years since I'd had sex.
And then you groaned. And leaned forward. And you kissed it. Soft, warm lips against the smooth red skin, followed shortly by your tongue dragging against the shaft. I hissed and growled and my forearms were trembling with the effort of restraint. You reached the tip and your tongue swirled over my pre cum, lapping it up like a dog. Like a wolf. Moaning when you tasted me. And then down, opening your lips to take me.
Words cannot describe the sensation. My brain was burning and my ears buzzed. You stroked down until you reached my knot where you squeezed as hard as you could and I growled and grabbed you finally, clenching my fist in your hair. Your tongue around me, your warm breath from your nose. Feeling you gag briefly when you pushed too far but then relaxing and shoving down. Your throat vibrating against me when you moaned and reached a finger down, slipping it into your pants to touch yourself.
Smelling your wetness. I was drunk from all of it. Lost in it. Lost in a pleasure beyond what I'd dreamed.
And then you stared up at me with your serious, brown eyes, watching me while you knelt on hands and knees. Sucking and licking until it was too much and I snapped, grabbing you off, throwing you to your back and returning the favor, snarling while clawing at your pants and shoving my face into your slick thighs, lapping up your sweet, sharp taste while you writhed and bucked against me.
I can't- I can't remember fucking you but I remember lying with you afterwards. Seeing you covered in red marks from my nails. Your shoulders were bruised from my teeth, violent purple and black with a garnet ring around my teeth marks.
After a while you'd asked if you were a werewolf now. Because of all of that - the sex and the marks. I could tell you weren't from your scent. And because you would've healed from those wounds almost immediately. You seemed relieved but slightly sad. 'So hairy', you'd said, stroking my chest and arms and down, toying with my pubic hair. Shrugging and saying it was a side effect like the teeth. We'd fucked again a little after and you'd stayed the night with me, joking about how you were too sore to walk. But you winced while you laughed.
And now here you were, months later, opening the door with your own key.
I go to you while you take your shoes off and I grab you in a fierce hug before kissing your lips, your cheek, your neck and your shoulder. I blame the wolf for that. You moan and smile and press yourself forward into me. You have your hair pulled up into a high ponytail and you smell of sweat. And you look amazing in your gym shorts and sports bra. I push the front door open slightly and leave it that way.
"One last time before going to the gym becomes pointless?" I ask. I tried it once but had to stop when people began to stare while I kept stacking weights. I hadn't found my limit yet.
"One last time," you agree, wrapping your arms around my neck and kissing me again, tilting your head to open your mouth, hungry for me.
I grab your ass and you jump to wrap your legs around my waist while I carry you effortlessly into the bedroom and you groan and tell me to sit. I do and I nip at your neck while reaching back and snapping your sports bra with a growl. Your tits bounce and you shiver against me.
"That was expensive," you say but you press yourself into me and raise your ass slightly, letting me reach down.
My nails slice deep into the tips of my fingers. They're throbbing and hot, swelling as my hands widen and my claws curl forward. I slice through the seat of your shorts and panties, dragging my nails against your ass until you're bare and shivering against me.
"God," you say. "I thought your nails were bad before but, Jesus. Jesus."
Stubble dotting my cheeks, lengthening so slowly. Huffing and kissing you aggressively while you start to rock against me. I feel the band of my own underwear straining into my sides. My sensitive ears hear the whining of the elastic stretching and stretching until it snaps. Bones pop in my spine and I pull back from our kiss to rest my face in the curve of your neck, panting and groaning with every little jerk against my back. The pain is immense and I nearly crush you in my arms until it ends with my tailbone popping free. I shudder and lick your neck, dragging my broad tongue up to your jaw.
You feel smaller against me. You are smaller. My breathing is ragged, a rumbling engine deep in my wide chest. You nuzzle against my chest hair while your hands explore the fur spreading low on my belly and then you moan and grab me.
"Fuck," you gasp, squeezing my dick. It swells in your hand, forcing your fingers apart until they can no longer touch. "Fuck, you're even bigger than- Fuuuuuuck."
You grab at the ruined underwear, tossing it aside and then lift your hips while biting your lips. Your pussy burns against the tip of my cock. I can feel your wetness. I can feel drops of your cum fall, coursing down the smooth skin of my shaft when I open you wide. You gasp, throwing your head back as you force yourself down and now you hiss and bow your head, lowering yourself further and further and further until you feel the tip stab your cervix with more to spare.
"Oooohhhhh fuuuuuck," you moan, raising your hips while I claw as carefully as I can against your back.
Control is nearly impossible at this point. Despite all the meditation over the years, this is the first time I've had sex during the full moon and the beast just wants to tear you apart. I'm sweating and growling and focusing with every ounce of willpower as you lower yourself back down and begin to find a slow rhythm. I grab your hair and pull you back to lap at your body and my rough tongue lashes against your breast, forcing your nipple back until I feel it start to grow erect.
And now down, claws digging into your ass while pulling them apart slightly. I can feel the tip of my tail against the bed beneath me and I'm losing sensation in my palms as my padding begins to grow in, pushing against the skin until the lines become smooth on my palms and bottoms of my fingers. My teeth brush your shoulder.
"Do it," you sigh, pushing yourself down. You press your cheek against mine, nuzzling into the fur spreading over my face. My jaw pops and I lick my gums, cleaning the blood away when gaps appear between my teeth. "Do it."
A memory surfaces. The reason you're here with me tonight.
'I want this,' you'd said a month ago while laying naked against my side. I'd laughed at you.
'You have this,' I answered, waving a hand over my body.
'No, dumbass,' you sighed in fake exasperation while reaching down to my sheath. 'This. I want- I want to be like you. A werewolf. I want. Gah. I want to be your mate.'
'My- my what now?' I asked you, tilting your head back to look at you.
'Don't make fun of me,' you groused. 'I looked things up. I've been thinking. A lot. And I want it. I want to share this. I want to be with you. I want to be part of this.'
We laid together quietly for a while and I considered things but I knew we'd talk more about it later. When we weren't trying to make decisions in post-coital bliss.
'Only if I can call you my good girl,' I teased but your hand squeezed against my cock with a little pumping motion.
'Mmmm, you can say that now if you want,' you moaned. 'Any time.'
And now here we were. After talking it over nearly every day, arguing over the pros and cons until there was nothing left but acceptance. It was your choice to make; I just wanted you in my life.
My mate.
Your nipples brush through my furry chest but I can still feel your heartbeat racing. The bed creaks beneath us. Sometimes I wonder where all the extra mass comes from. And then that makes me wonder what other crazy shit is out in the world.
"I'm ready," you moan, your voice quivering. You're squeezing my cock with every motion. I can't stop caressing you while my claws tease your warm, sensitive body, making you shiver when they scrape against your sides and back.
You're already so strong from your work at the gym and I massage you lightly while licking your neck and then growling when you push just a little deeper. My ears drag through my hair, tickling the sensitive edges until they flex.
"Please," you gasp. "Please."
Drool courses down the corner of my mouth while my face stretches forward. I hesitate and then snarl, tearing into the inside of my lip while latching onto your shoulder hard enough to bite through flesh. You cry out and hold me tight, frozen in my lap. Trembling and whimpering against the pain.
My fangs tear bite deep, barely stopping before I hit bone. I taste your blood and mine. They mix and it's done.
Now I lick your wound while you hold me tight. The tip of my tongue swirls against you until I can feel your flesh knitting together. You grunt and tremble against me. Your scent's beginning to change. Your pure, clean smell holds a sharp, feral edge now and it's spreading.
You gasp as sweat breaks out on your body and you clench me tighter. And tighter. Veins stand out on your arms and neck and you moan, your voice quavering as it rises.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck, baby, fuck!" you shout. Your hips move again and you push down while licking your lips.
My palms brush hairs on your back. I stroke you and the hairs seem to follow my hand, raising against your spine until I reach your trembling ass. I feel it crack beneath my hand and you spasm and then shove down.
Your pussy lips bulge over my knot and you growl for the first time. A true growl unlike the ones you've playfully forced before during sex. A wolf-like sound that makes me growl and lick your cheek in response.
"Can't- can't think- straight," you mumble while flexing down onto me. "Hot. So- so fucking hot. Can't- can't-"
You snarl and I hold you tight when you slap your ass down on me. Your cum splatters against the thick fur over my thighs and stomach. And again. Your ass bounces on me and your pussy spreads further. I feel you straining around my dick and you snarl at the slight pinch of pain.
"Can't- can't-" you're panting, pushing your hands against my chest as you pound down onto me. I see golden streaks in your brown eyes as sweat races down your face, trapping themselves in the fur lining your jaw. Your lips bulge outward over your fangs and your breasts are slapping together from your violent motions. A spray of fine brown hairs lays between them and I look down further, admiring your body to see pubic hair growing over your shaved mound.
"Oh fuuuuooooowwwwwwwl!" you howl, surprised at the sound that's forced from your throat. I feel you tensing over my cock, squeezing me painfully tight as you orgasm. The heat must be driving you mad, overcharging your body until every nerve feels like it'll explode when touched.
It's too much. Too much for me and the wolf. I grab your throat and your hip and I shove. You growl and snap at my hand while clawing my chest. Your nails scratch me, scoring my flesh hard enough to almost draw blood. I twist you but you roll and fight back, trying to impale yourself once more on my cock.
The bed breaks beneath us. You're far stronger now than you were and I can see the bulge of your muscles but I'm bigger yet and I wrap around you and twist, pulling you to the ground.
You raise your ass while lowering your chest and stare back at me with your beautiful golden eyes.
You're gone. It's not you anymore; it's the wolf now. Just her. You won't remember any of this. It will take time for you to gain control over her but I'll be here to help.
I shove my broad, black nose into your pussy and open my mouth to spread your lips apart to lick deep inside and you howl again. Flesh bulges just above your quivering ass cheeks and a tuft of fur wavers as your tail begins to grow in place. The sparse fur over your strong back is slicked and curled with your sweat but more is growing and your new unique scent is filing our room - and my nose.
Your cum drips to the ground with my drool while my tongue twists and flexes within you and you're clawing at the floor. I see your palm and fingers lifting slowly, pushed from the ground as the skin fills out, thick calluses that grow dark and rough while your nails curve forward until they click against the floor.
Once more you howl and shake against me and your pulsing pussy pushes my tongue from within so I lap at you and then huff and stare.
There, between the drenched, coiled mass of your fur, your swollen, reddened pussy lips are straining and stretching as they grow puffy. I shove my nose against you and sniff, offering a quick lick while your ass shakes slightly. You gasp and lay your chest and face against the floor with your tongue out. Panting hard. I can see the pain in your eyes as your cheeks push forward but I'm distracted by what's happening between your thighs.
Your engorged lips roll towards the center while the hood, desperately trying to hide your thick, glistening clit, gathers skin and flows upward. Clear liquid leaks from the center, forming a long line of your cum that drips towards the floor before snapping and reforming with more of your cum. You're growling and slowly pushing yourself back up while your tail curves, dotted with brown fur.
I go to my hands and feet and crawl over you, rubbing my cheek against yours. Feeling your jaw crack and snap when it slides, pulling your beautiful face out into a new muzzle.
The head of my cock rubs against your spade-like pussy and you growl hungrily, shoving back again and again and again until I pierce you.
It's all over. Even I lose myself now, having mounted my mate for the first time. We've fucked in this position plenty of times because you know it drives me crazy but now it's different. I feel your fur against mine and your tail rubbing against my stomach while you moan and whimper and growl with your powerful ass slamming back against me.
As before, my knot spreads your tight new pussy open and I nearly force it inside you several times but it's still too big and I'm too eager. I'm slamming into you and immediately pulling back, hungry for more. My heavy tail waves behind me while yours lays trapped between us, flicking back and forth uselessly.
I drag my tongue against the ruff of fur on your neck and you raise your muzzle to me until our tongues touch and we lick each other without slowing our pace. I'm grunting and growling. So close, so close. The ringing in my ears is louder and I see specks of black in my vision. It's- it's-
My howl shakes the windows. I swell inside of you and you tear chunks of wood from the flooring, trembling when my cum floods you. Filling you completely. I shove in short, sharp movements and it pushes you into a gigantic orgasm while you raise your voice to mine.
There's only a moment of rest before we start again, pulling you up to stand with your paws against the wall. Your ears stretch outward while skin flows up and soft, short hairs grow from the backs. The tips slip beneath your hair, higher on your head, until they bend and pull themselves free. You rub yourself against me with a quiet growl and I pull you back and guide myself back in while our cum drips to the floor.
My paws explore your belly, rubbing against little bumps that are widening and swelling into your new teats. You gasp and tremble and snarl, pushing my hands back down to them when I move away and I pinch your teats before bringing one hand up to your breast and then other down to your mound.
It's in the middle of the night before we realize how hungry we are. The bedroom is ruined. Large patches of the wall are gone with several broken beams and the floor is torn up around us. No furniture is still in one piece. It's worth it. I don't even care. But as we take a short break, I realize we need to go and I lead you on our first hunt, slipping through the open front door and out, forcefully guiding you away from our remote neighbors until we're deep in the nearby woods. It was a pain to buy a house so far away from the city, even though it was much cheaper. But, in the end, it was worth it.
We hunt together. I follow behind you, letting you take the lead to learn how it's done. Our first kill is a magnificent buck and I watch you tear it apart without hesitation. I smile when you growl at me when I come close but you finally offer me a choice piece and I join you.
The rest of the night is filled with exploration and more hunting. I watch while you learn your new territory. The woods are ours now and you'll grow to know every inch of it. Thousands and thousands of acres. We nearly tangle with a black bear until I pull you away from where it's hiding. There's no point in killing it unless it bothers us.
Close to morning, I hear you groan and catch yourself on a tree. You're trembling. I can see the changes beginning to recede. I could take you back to our home and let you change in peace but I don't. I guide you to the roots of a nearby tree and you lean against me for support, whimpering through the pain of your transformation reverting. I'm not too far behind but I find I have more control so I hold back until we're safe and nestled in the roots of the tree.
You wrap your arms around me and groan when you're human again and can talk once more.
"L- l- like a really fuh- fucking bad hangover," you stutter quietly, leaning into my chest. You're so much bigger now. And warmer. I kiss your hair before rubbing my cheek into the tangled mess. I don't envy you when you try to brush it out later. If you even bother with it today.
We lay quietly, surrounded by nature until you pull your arm back to touch your ears, running your fingers over the sharper tips. And then down to your teeth. Little fangs now.
"No sheath at least," you laugh and then groan again, pressing your head against me once more.
"No, but-" I say, sliding a hand down to touch your pussy. I massage the plump, folded lips and you moan and claw at my side. And then up, teasing one of your teats until you gasp and stare down.
"Oh. Shit," you say, touching them gently. "I guess no bikinis anytime soon. Damn. If I'd known that, I wouldn't have asked you to bite me."
"Seriously?" I ask.
"No, dumbass! Ow," you hiss, closing your eyes. "It's just different. I'm sure later I'll want to explore more. A lot more. In the meantime, do the thing again. The thing with your fingers. It's good for headaches. Crazy sensitive."
So I touch you once more, rubbing you back and forth, caressing your new, velvet soft pussy lips until you're moaning and twisting and you straddle me once more. We make love against the roots of the trees, two wolves enjoying their human forms.
Finally, I stand and offer you my hand. You roll your eyes but smile and take it to stand naked beside me. We walk through the forest but it's the second day of the full moon and soon, we're racing, leaping over logs and laughing, chasing each other until we're out of the tree line, slipping through pre-dawn light until we reach our home.
