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Between The Shelves
🕑 Added 2020-03-05 23:45:16 +0000 UTCA tasty little werewolf story snack to tide y'all over until I finish this horse story - by tomorrow or Monday, if all goes well.
Gray light filters through the small, rectangular slit of a window high in the room. The setting sun hides behind thick gray clouds that threaten to sweep the city beneath a blanket of snow.
I glance at the window and shiver but not from the cold radiating through the brick walls. Sweat soaks into the roots of my bound hair, pulled tightly up into a bun with chipped chopsticks. My jacket lays against the back of a cheap rolling chair and I rolled up the sleeves of my blouse earlier. I'd strip nude if-
"You should go home," Shaun says without looking at me. He stands at a row behind me, glasses low on his nose as he expertly rifles through boxes of files. "You don't look well at all."
"What the hell?" I laugh, fanning myself with a file I'd taken from the cardboard box in front of me. "Is that how you flirt with all the girls?"
Aww, dammit! I cursed mentally, closing my eyes with a quiet growl. What the hell, Erica?
I'd sat through the sexual harassment class with the rest of my coworkers and I knew better. I mean, okay, yes, he was handsome. Yes. And I'm feeling kinda. Kinda. Warm. Distracted.
It's been a little bit, alright?
I swallow and shake my head and laugh - a bit too forced but I'm trying to show him that I'm joking.
I am joking, right? I mean. I mean, come on. How hot would it be to have sex at work? Nobody's here and we're all alone in the filing room and I can feel my pussy practically throbbing. Boom. Boom. Boom. And every time I shift from one foot to the next, my thighs rub together under my skirt. This is basically a cheap porno waiting to happen, right?
I shake my head and my pixie cut bounces around me. The ends of the tiny curls catch against little black hairs emerging ever so slowly from the backs of my ears.
When I touch another file to pull it forward and glance at the name on the label, my fingernail catches on the edge and pulls up. A smooth, curved black nail lies beneath.
My head buzzes and I lose a step, going back a few files as more nails loose on my fingers. I grab the edge of my pleated skirt and fan my crotch without realizing what I'm doing. Or that someone is in the room with me.
Stubble appears on my smooth mound. Little black specks that pierce my skin and make me grind my teeth as my lips pull back and tremble. Tantalizing little itchy demons that spread in a tangle, marching down to toy with my swollen, aching pussy and up and over my hips.
The tips of my ears fold at the top, rolling together to squeeze to a point as they slice through my hair, dragging against the fur lining the backs of my sharp ears. I lick my lips, running my tongue against my pointed canines before rolling my shoulders.
Strands of black hair sprout from my shoulders, scattered and long as they creep down my upper arms.
I swallow again and groan but it turns into a whine but I'm so hot and my throat is dry so it clicks at the back of my mouth.
"I'll get water," Shaun says. "The vending machine on the floor below us should still be going."
"Okay," I croak, rotating my aching jaw. My fangs click and crack and creak against the other teeth as I move my mouth around.
I don't know why I'm so out of it. I've been feeling off since that strange one night stand a couple weeks ago. I can barely remember it. Way too drunk and stumbling home with the guy from the bar. I just remember hot rough sex and he was gone in the morning. I've felt feverish on and off since then but it always just went away. I should probably definitely see a doctor about that.
My claws cut through a file as the door closes and my ears rotate to hear the ding of the elevator.
But my eyes are locked on the back of my hand. My joints are swollen and there's long black hairs scattered along my wrist. My eyes widen as more hairs emerge from my skin, sliding through with a strange little dance as they lengthen. I reach to touch them and see gray skin beneath my finger. Turning my hand over shows ashen skin beneath my fingers and on the inside of my palm.
Deadly black claws curve away from the tips of my fingers.
Pain lances down my core and I fall to my knees with a growl, clawing at my body. My blouse comes apart to show my small bra-lass breasts. The thick tuft of fur over my crotch has spread now, growing in a thin line up the middle of my body. I groan, pressing my tiny breasts together as my nipples harden from the attention. The padding lining my palms rasps against them and my tongue lashes out, wetting the fur beginning to grow from my cheeks.
I mewl in pain and roll my upper body forward. My spine stands out as muscle grows in my core, pushing and joints and bones. Cracks fill the room like fireworks, exploding down my back until a lump of skin pushes out above my ass and the tip of my hairless tail wriggles freely.
I fall to my ass with a snarl, grabbing my shoes. My claws slice through laces but not before I see the soles of my shoes separate from the rest. My feet are painfully swollen and dotted with black fur and I see more on my calves. I tear my shoes apart and grab my foot, shuddering and groaning with an unearthly deep voice.
My jaw cracks and I pull the foot to my face as my nose widens. I breathe deeply and whimper through the pain. Something new inside me whispers and I lick my foot in a foolish attempt to ease the ache. My long tongue drags against the fur beginning to cover my foot before folding between the toes. I massage my big toe carefully as they shrink back and then focus on my arch, pressing into it while my tongue drags against the loose skin covering the balls of my feet.
So hot. So fucking hot. I'm burning up. Empty. Inside.
The elevator dings.
He's coming. God, yes. Yes!
My biceps bulge as I rip my skirt off and slice through my panties.
The door opens and I go to all fours, ears down and back as I turn to stare at Shaun, cheeks red behind scattered black fur still spreading.
My tail, covered in little black hairs, lifts. It's not finished growing but it's thick and I feel the pressure of it.
"Shaaaarrrrrn," I growl, spreading my legs. I moan, squeezing my eyes shut as I lower my chest to the ground. My little breasts shake as I brush my nipples against the carpet.
Tiny drops of milk fall from my teats - all of them hot points of pain as they grow all the little ducts and fats and whatever the fuck else they needed.
My pussy lips bulge. I can feel them sliding against the soft fur on my ass cheeks and thighs. I growl and shudder as they swell outward and then pull together. Clear liquid drips beneath me as Shaun slams back against the wall, hand to his mouth.
I reach under my body, claws against my lips as I spread them open. They're still swelling and the skin around my clit pulls upward as I form a dog's pussy. No. A wolf's pussy.
A mane of fur line my back as sweat beads on the bare skin and I raise my ass to him with a growling whine.
"Please," I groan, slobbering as I speak with a slowly extending muzzle. "Fuck me. Can't. Can't take it. Can't think. Please."
I only pray he mounts me before I drag him to the ground and do it myself.
A growl escapes my lips at the idea and I claw the ground. Ready. Waiting.
Either way, I'm getting fucked tonight.
