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🕑 Added 2020-08-14 21:05:05 +0000 UTCThis was the little werewolf script I wrote for Rose Crowley. She did a dramatic reading of it here! It was a fun experiment :)
She stands between the stacks, surrounded by the shadows projected by the tall bookshelves despite the lights overhead. A rolling cart presses against her hip, full of books to be re-shelved.
It was her turn to work the front desk but she jumped at the chance to walk the aisles. The lights were too bright in the lobby tonight. The hushed voices floated to her ears, distracting her with fragments of conversations. Worse, every sudden movement by the patrons set her on edge with mini spikes of adrenaline that made her want to leap over the counter to give chase.
Now, sequestered in the depths of the library, the silence surrounds her. It's safer this way. She knows this somehow. Alone with her thoughts and the steady thump of her heart beat drumming in her ears.
She shivers when a single drop of sweat forms at the nape of her neck. It courses down her bare, pale skin, tracing a tantalizing touch that forces a gasp from her soft, pink lips. She inhales quickly and then exhales in a shuddering breath. Panting. Lips parted. Air filling her lungs, pushing her chest to fill her cream colored blouse.
A flame ignites within her, low and lazy but undeniable as it ignites every nerve beneath the surface of her skin. She grips the cart beside her when her knees weaken from over-stimulation.
Minutes pass before she trusts herself to stand unaided. She slips out of her navy blue blazer, laying it on the cart beside her. Another bead of sweat forms at the base of her throat. She tugs at the top button on her blouse with a quiet groan that vibrates at the back of her throat.
The slim, mousy girl smells of fresh soap with hints of vanilla and honeysuckle. A new scent begins to form as the heat fills her and sweat soaks into her clothing, overpowering her gentle aroma with a sharp, heady musk.
Her clothing drags against her alert nerves until she thinks she'll go mad. Her fingers tug on her top button, popping it free and then down, down, down until her blouse hangs open. Her chest and belly are slick with sweat.
Blonde stubble traces a line between her breasts, around her belly button and further beneath the band of her skirt. She crosses her arms at her belly to press her nails into her sides, clawing her hips and inward, drawing sharp red lines across her midriff with a hiss.
The pure, coddled girl always dreamed of a dashing gentleman who would treat her kindly, whispering words of love and affection while kissing her and taking her virginity slowly. Now, she takes pleasure in the sensation. The pain heightens the pleasure felt by the aching nerves while the wolf growing within whispers of the feel of rough claws on her body, preparing her for what will come when she finds her mate.
She lowers herself while scoring her body, her hands exploring bare skin and the fur beginning to grow forth. The wolf's voice is insistent, a guiding hand on her hips that forces her ass back and her chest down. She moans loudly as she claws her thighs with her legs spread wide. Her small tongue lays against her lips as she pants.
Gray streaks appear in the lined skin along her palms and beneath her fingers as she shoves her hand between her thighs. Her lips lift to reveal brilliant white teeth clenched tightly. She snarls while thrusting her hand against her panties and her engorged, swollen pussy lips beneath. Throbbing pain flares at the tips of her fingers but she's lost in pleasuring herself.
The fingernail covering her index finger cracks when it lifts back, forced aside by a bulging black claw growing from her nail bed. She snarls once more when the rest of the fingernails break and blood courses down, staining her white panties. Her hand curls reflexively in response to the pain and her claws slice through the seat of her panties.
She drops to her knees, catching herself on the thin gray calluses covering her palm. The demure girl tries to howl in a quiet, piteous voice as a new instinct takes hold, forcing her to raise her ass while her spine curves inward as she assumes the lordosis posture for the first time.
A bitch ready to mate. Her breathing is deep. Ragged. Rough with the vibrating edge of a threatening growl.
A string of excess drool drips from her mouth. She shudders, lowering her head and her tight pony tail slides against her shoulder to dangle beneath her. Blonde hairs pierce the nape of her neck. Wispy and silky they slowly grow beneath her blouse, reaching out to her shoulders and down, creeping slowly between her shoulder blades.
Beneath her waist, a small puddle is forming on the carpet. She clenches the hot, slippery muscles of her pussy, unable to stop herself as she imagines someone behind her, forcing himself on her, snapping and clawing until she's mounted. She gasps and her ass shakes when her hips jerk. Bones crack within. A new muscle forms over the shard of a bone that will become her tail.
Ebony coloring rises from the wrinkles on the lips between her labia as her cum wells and falls, stretching on a clear line before swinging to attach to blonde stubble on her inner thigh.
Whispers at the end of the aisle. A couple spies her and approaches, concern evident in their voices. She raises her head to them, lips pulled back. Teeth bared. Enamel creaks and cracks. Her canines crowd her mouth. She tastes blood, swallows and then rolls her head with a moan. Her hips jerk as bones twist within and her tail stretches, a bare nub straining to grow. She spreads her legs, luxuriating in the feel of it.
The couple falter, seeing her pleasure. They hear her groaning cries. They see the sweat and drool and her prone, inviting form. They flee, leaving her to her change.
Muscles tear and pull in her back. Her blouse immediately tightens on her back and arms, outlining skin hardened by her expanding physique. A tear forms high on the collar of her shirt, spreading downward to expose thick blonde fur.
It's hard for her to think now. Her mind has regressed and yet she realizes something is terribly wrong. The rounded edges of her ears unfold as they begin to lengthen into sharp tips. Honey hued fur grows from the back as they slide, pulling at her hair until the thick, pointed ears flick in annoyance at being touched.
Agony rips through her core in two lines that begin below her breasts and end beneath her mound. She paws at herself while falling to her side with her knees tucked. Six mammary glands develop, already surrounded by ducts that ache to be scratched. To be touched. To be suckled by pups. The smooth skin over the glands grows wrinkled. The skin darkens to gray and then further to sable as they pucker and twist outward.
All six of her new teats harden with throbbing spikes of hot electricity that only serve to stoke the flames of her heat. She paws at them, tearing her blouse apart while thrashing and moaning and twisting on the ground. A spray of blonde fur spreads over her breasts and up to meet the hair growing from her back. Her broad tongue, too crowded for her small mouth, lays against her lips until she swallows and licks her lips.
Her heat is undeniable. An unquenchable fever reducing her to a base need still fettered by the shrinking remnants of her humanity. She lowers herself to her stomach, face to the ground with her ass raised and her paw against her clit.
Her short tail lifts the back of her skirt as it lengthens. Fur reaches her lower back and still it continues, blonde stubble raising on her ass. Her slim, taut ass swells as muscle and fat develop beneath the skin of her waist and her thighs grow thick in unison. Her skirt, unable to contain her bulk, snaps and slides to the floor beneath her. She grunts, grinding her padding paw against her clit in sharp movements that make her hips jerk.
Pink fades completely to ebony on her pussy lips as they begin to fold, pushing together as skin gathers and flows over her clit, pulling it down to meet her distended lips. She growls, squeezing the fleshy clit before rubbing her thick, padded finger between her lips, opening herself to show the slick pink muscles within. Her growl deepens when her claw slips into her tight pussy but she ignores the pain.
The wet sounds of her fingering mingle with her rough panting. Her wide paw slaps against her pussy with a squelch that flings cum that coats her fur and the floor beneath her. Thick strands that connect from the growing hairs to bare skin until more fur grows, pulling the cum with it.
Her orgasm builds. She kicks as cramps tear at the soles of her feet within her sensible shoes. Her toes curl when dark padding begins to swell from beneath them and further, her forefeet bulging with the start of her wide, trefoil paw print. Bloody obsidian claws pierce the front of her shoes when she drags her foot along the carpeted floor.
Snarls turn to whimpers mixed with moans. Cum dribbles down her fingers when she slips a second finger inside. More drips to the floor.
She's panting now, closer than ever. Imagining him again. The male on top of her. In her mind, his cock is furred, hidden behind a thick sheath until he rubs it against her back and her ass. The sheath bulges as the red, pointed tip slides free. Her breathing becomes erratic when she pictures his knot inflating. She slips two more fingers inside, forcing them into her painfully tight pussy in a pale attempt to recreate the feeling of being knotted.
The release is overwhelming. Her hips spasm and her pulsing pussy pushes her fingers free. A jet of clear liquid squirts in a thick stream behind her as she thrashes against the floor. Her scream cracks into a harsh howl that burns her throat.
A man shouts from the end of the aisle. A woman next to him shrieks. Chaos erupts in the lobby.
She gathers her legs beneath her, coiling their strength. Laces burst in her shoes to expose feet thick with fur. Now freed, bones expand, pulling her toes wide while pushing them forward. She goes to her hands and feet, shaking her body. Her heavy blonde pelt waves around her before settling. Her heat, still present, is a dull ache overshadowed by the need to feast.
A single leap clears the aisle. Her long ears stand tall before curling forward. Sirens in the distance. The thick mane of fur growing from her nape latches onto her ponytail when she stands on two legs, surveying the empty lobby.
There's a forest beyond the building. A huge park at the center of the city. A place of safety where she can hunt. The feeble human voice at the back of her mind whispers of it.
The glass door shatters when she thrusts it open. The fragments scatter in the moonlight as she steps into the cold night air. Golden lines crack her pale blue eyes like sunlight piercing calm waters. The lines spread when she finds the full, fat moon high above the distance treetops. She raises her voice in supplication, howling with a high, pure song that's echoed by wolves beyond the city.
The moon acknowledges her child, caressing her face with silvery light that tugs and pulls her face forward. Skin stretches over shifting bone while fangs fill the gaps left in her gums and the fur from her jaw spreads over her broad muzzle.
Her tail lifts, pulling at her lower back and ass. Her sharp eyes are alert, twisted forward towards the treeline several blocks away. Blue and red light flashes to her left.
The she-wolf drops to all fours. Her claws strike sparks against the concrete stairs in front of the building.
She runs and the wind blesses her flight until she reaches the forest to vanish within its depths.
