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Hey folks! A story of a hetro pair of weres who find out that their feral were-spirits went fully in for a night of debauchery under the full moon. Story includes canine sex, descriptions of the result of being burned and impregnation. Plus they do a bit of hunting, but I don't go into detail in that regard. Too young, or don't like it, don't read further. For the rest of you, enjoy a bit of a pair of were's adjusting to the realities of canine sex, and its consequences.

Janice awoke nude in the early morning November mists, not far from her Arkansas home deep in the Boston mountains. Being in the social equivalent of nowhere had its drawbacks for sure, but such places were magnets for people like she was, a werewolf. However, looking nearby, there was another body groggily waking up, a male one. And as she sat up, she felt the result of last night start trickling onto the ground,

She had tried to keep herself confined in her heat periods, but her canine alter ego obviously had other plans. She willed herself to transform, easier to do since the Moon was still full, even if on the other side of the world at the moment. She gasped in pleasure as blessed warm fur sprouted over her body.

It had taken time to get used to her were-spirit she named Luna. Luna was the mind that possessed her body during the full moon, and was always there in the back of her mind. Especially when transformed, and now she could feel a deep amount of satisfaction radiating from Luna. Luna wasn't something she could hold a conversation with, a feral mind, one that just got laid in fact.

The male, Jase she recognized by scent before he sat up, and startled at her fierce presence. He like she had been turned in the past year, part of a philanthropy outreach the were-conservancy offered to critically ill people they deemed worthy of it. She had a fatal version of Pancreatic cancer, but unknowingly had helped build 3 homes for weres during her time at habitat for humanity. Call it Karma that they got to return the favor.

Jase was burned while fighting a forest fire. Skin grafts could go a long way, but 80% of his body was disfigured in the fire, and was missing most of his fingers, and blind too. Think half burnt hotdog, and half Freddy Kruger. A were bite later, and he looked like the man of the woods he was previously but would always have mental scars.

Needless to say, he looked handsome regardless of fur or no his human form screaming "lumberjack". And what was better, was he wasn't the “Alpha" type. His wife had left him after his disfigurement, and now that he was a were, he'd have to turn her to have sex with her. Honestly, she wasn't worth the gift, but the catch was they had kids, of course. So he often panged to see them, and it ripped his heart out when our full moon time and his weekend visitations coincided.

Last night was one of those nights, and his wolf must have responded to it. Mine she just was a horny cock loving bitch when in season. He recovered from his shock, and the soreness in his groin probably clued him in to what our feral alter egos had been up to, and even if not, he'd smell me on him in 3…2…1…

“Janice? Um I'm so sorry." He was so cute in his anthro wolf form like this. I could forgive Luna everything for seeing this. He looked like a puppy who had got caught piddling on the floor! OMG! I shifted further, into my feral wolf form and walked over to him, and gave him a lick on the muzzle. Everything was forgiven. However, Jase didn't look happy.

“Janice, you are in heat" He said sniffing around until his nose went under my rump. I could feel Luna howl in pleasure deep within my soul as I fully realized what she had done. I shifted into my anthro form, and hugged him.

“Can't undo last night, our wolves did it after all. And no, I'm not on the pill, before you ask." I said, my mind racing.

“I wasn't going to ask, I'd have smelt it" Jace said, tapping a paw-hand on his muzzle.

“Do you mind?" I asked. I was afraid of the answer, but it had to be said.

Jase hugged me to himself. “I wanted to marry you before we had kids, I even have the ring back at the house." Jace said, ears folded downwards, but tail wagging. Yes, there was hope.

“Well, if that was asking, the answer is yes from my end. Our wolves do seem to be compatible too." I said giving his muzzle another lick.

He licked my ear in return. “I'm the luckiest pup in the world. But it's close to deer season, let's shift and we'll talk more at my house." He said, nipping at my eartip.

We both shifted fully, in this form we looked more like coyotes than the true wolves that only came out when Luna took over. And for Arkansas, that was a curse, and a blessing. People shot coyotes, but not many carried silver ammunition. He took the lead, and we had a good run, taking a couple of rabbits for breakfast, and chasing a very scared cat. Hey, judge all you want, cats are fun to chase, until they aren't and turn into a ball of hate and claws. The game is knowing when to stop before that happens.

We arrived at his home, where his golden retriever Star welcomed us. She was friends with all of our forms, including our Were-spirits. Retrievers are so mellow. Though she got excited smelling what we had been up to, as we both had to undergo the canine meet and greet ceremony of sniffing one's ass when we showed up furry like this. Star's thick tail started to beat into my head, and I growled, turning away to protect myself as she got a case of the zoomies, forgetting about Jase entirely.

Jase shifted into his anthro form and opened the door. “I think Star gives us her blessing." He said as the dog zoomed in, almost knocking him over in the process, jumping onto the couch. I followed her in, as Jase closed the door behind us. I jumped onto the couch as well, allowing star to lick my face, she was my beta, and knew it, even if I found her adorable enough to not do the whole canine dominance thing, minus for the first round where Luna kicked her ass. I paid Star's vet bills after that, but Jase being a were himself understood. That and Star had a thing for his wolf.

He being anthro, said “dibs" as he turned fully human and headed for the shower. How non romantic, but he would smell better after doing so, as I could tell our wolves had found something interesting to roll in, in between getting laid. I shifted to anthro, and picked up his phone. Weres didn't lock their phones for a good reason, and Jase was no exception. For curiosity I pulled up the Were-conservancy site, and a bit of searching found the “So, you are expecting puppies" page, and my jaw dropped. I could feel Luna's smug bitch presence in my mind delighted at the idea of carrying a litter. I read further, my heart sinking as I continued further.

Jase finished with the shower, and immediately saw the result of what I had read as I had reverted to feral form, and dug myself under Star who was licking my muzzle, whining softly.

“OK, what happened to the girl who just said yes to marrying me?" He said, dropping his towel as he grew fur. The next ten minutes were some of the goddam cutest 3 way furry cuddling and shit you could imagine, so I'll skip the details, but needless to say I finally showed him the page.

“If under the full moon, 6 to 12 puppies may be conceived?" He said, like he couldn't believe what he was reading. I used my nose, making a wet smear as I scrolled down to the part that had made me want to hide.

“After the first week of pregnancy, Mothers to be usually cannot change into their human forms, and in the third trimester cannot change out of their feral forms. Pups are born the first full moon after 9 months." It said this like I wasn't about to birth my own baseball team.

“Well, I think you will have to take a sabbatical regarding your job." Jase said, giving me a nuzzle.

“No shit!" I said, a bit too bitterly. I had worked hard to get my degree to avoid being barefoot and pregnant in some hillbilly's home, and now I was going to be…

“It's not your fault, Janice." He said, softly as my mind went off the rails for a bit as I whined as I leaned into his soft petting. He didn't stop there though. “I'm jealous of what Beau did." Beau was his were-spirit, obviously. “I wanted our first kids to be mine." Oh shit. He was into this. And like it or not, I was too far down that road to stop and ask directions.

I could only give his sheath a lick. “I read the whole thing, I'll be ovulating for the next two days, though Beau's seed will likely only do the job for 12 hours or so..

Jase's red cock started to peek out from his sheath he shifted into his feral form. I let him give my ass a sniff, smelling Beau's seed doing its job of knocking me up. I could imagine Luna kicking my ovaries trying to shake more eggs out of them to be fertilized by her mate. Jase growled a bit and gave my spade a lick before mounting me. I had enough time to brace myself before he grasped my hips humping as he tried to find my hole, I yelped as he found the wrong one, before finding the right one and sliding in my already well lubed cunt.

I panted as Star bounded around us happily. She had been Jase's dog before being turned, and had been spayed. A bit of a pity, but she was happy her pack was growing soon licking both of our faces as Jase's humping turned into short thrusts due to his knotting me before he came. Jase started Yipping like a coyote as he did so, and I joined him, with Star sounding the most wolf-ish out of us as she howled. But there was a reason we preferred to fuck in this form, it wasn't that human sex wasn't good, but that canine sex was seasonal. Either we were in season, or not. Males of course wanted to fuck all the time. And we could in our anthro forms too, but only when I was in heat did my feral body want this like I did now. And I wanted this, feeling the same way about Luna's puppies that Jase did about Beau's. I'd love them the same, but I wanted to say I chose at least part of this.

And the best part? His orgasm didn't end for a half hour. Holy shit. And I'm not talking about the knotting ending, either, he did the turn, and we stood ass to ass as every ten seconds or so he'd nut into me. As for me, I joined Luna in mentally shaking eggs out of my ovaries. Hell yeah! I had ten tits as a bitch, it'd be a shame to waste one. Hell I could bottle feed one or two extra if it came to that.

And the coolest thing? When he nutted, I could feel the pressure difference build, then ebb as his seed flowed through my cervix. I was so getting knocked up! My belly looked like I was 4 months along by the time he pulled out. I did my best by keeping my ass in the air, and front legs folded under me, like it mattered a lot. Jase just chuckled and slid a pillow under my ass, and put on a movie as he made dinner. God I loved that man.

Eat, take a nap, get knotted for a hour, watch a movie, watch a movie while knotted, rinse and repeat for a whole weekend. He later said he lost 5 pounds during that weekend alone. I laughed, knowing where it went.

That Wednesday, we had a small “shotgun" wedding at the Courthouse. Our parents showed up, even my now ex-employer wished us the best. I'd like to say we honeymooned in Cancun, but we settled for Hot Springs an hour or so down the road. Honestly, very underrated for a honeymoon spot, even if you aren't a were. The art-deco bath houses and professional massage parlor was just the best.

We spent a night as Jase's parents watched star, we found a motel willing to accept pets, and fucked like animals, enjoying the last whisps of my heat. It was a good thing that we were an hour from home as I shifted on the trip home. I tried to shift back to human, but for a good 3 miles Jase had a reject from a furry convention riding shotgun in public before I settled on shifting to feral. The site said a week into pregnancy this would happen, I took 6 days. Ohh boy was I knocked up!

I teased Jase by licking my cunt as he drove, and to his credit he only ran off onto the shoulder twice. Lucky we didn't get pulled over, arrested for a DWI, and an unlicensed dog/coyote mix wearing a bra and Torn T-shirt and no rabies vaccination records. He rolled down the window, and I saved us from driving off the road by sticking my head out the window. Yes, weres enjoy this. A lot. A bit like cocaine, really, So sensitive a nose, and scents being piped into our noses at warp speed. It works for me, hell It'd likely work for Luna too. So if you ever find a stray were, and want to pacify him/her, ride in a car with the window rolled down. They won't bite you, because if they did, they would have to:

1: take their heads out of said window, and miss the scents passing by

2: Biting and turning someone would mean they would be denying themselves someone to drive them in the future. Be a bit like finding a good fuck buddy, and then castrating them, really.

So, I rode home trying not to think about the pack of puppies growing within my fertile womb. Luna was a diminishing, but satisfied presence in my soul as the moon waned further, and I felt happy as Star bounded up, welcoming us home, and Jase's parents following afterwards, not nearly as fast as Star.

They were in on the whole “secret" thing about us being weres, having made the contact for Jase being turned in the first place. Dude was a bona-fide hero after driving a bulldozer to save a fire crew while on a fire in California. Made a LZ to land a helicopter, which evacuated most of the fire crew before being overran while widening the LZ to protect those who couldn't be lifted out.

So when he opened the door letting a mousy brown coyote out, they didn't freak out, but I could tell they flinched a bit. Normies tended to react better to human and feral forms, but that anthro thing was uncanny valley territory for most. I thought I was pretty, and Jase stunningly attractive, but furry was the new LGBTQ, I suppose. It was polarizing. As for me, I was glad that most humans didn't “read" canine expressions well. I mean I could rear up on two paws and put my forepaws alongside my muzzle and stick my tongue out at them, but honestly with a litter on the way, I might need babysitters. And being turned took a decade off of one's apparent age, once past 40, so they probably wouldn't mind if the pups took a nip at them. Kind of serve them right after giving me that kind of look.

The idea of 65 year old Mary being knocked up made me giggle, a very un-wolfish thing to do in front of normies, but could be excused by me having Star's wet nose under my tail at the moment. Jase was receiving hugs from his parents as I worked myself free of the T-shirt and bra combo, doing my level best to maintain some dignity.

Me and Star followed Jase and my In laws as we entered Jase/our home. I hadn't fully moved in yet, I was supposed to pack today, but eh, shit happens. I could still help pack, but folks were still uncomfortable about weres, even if there was a growing minority of them, going fur in public was akin to shouting you were a Jew in 1930's Germany in some places. There were decency laws that had been quickly amended once lycanthropy had been proven to exist. This made turning in public a misdemeanor, and any assault was prosecuted as done so with the intent to kill. So much for equal rights. Boomers were jerks, having burnt their bras once, now voting for shit like this.

Anyriate, here I was, awkwardly waiting for Jase's folks to split, but he being a softie (they really had saved him from hell by having him turned) didn't have the heart to say goodbye. Me and Star formed a cuddle pile, while they talked, then invited me to play hearts of all things! I didn't even have thumbs!

“It's OK, Janice, I've seen people like you before." Said my father in law. I sighed, unwilling to leave the font of warmth that was Star for human social activity, but I must make Jase happy. Or at least look like I tried. Jase sure wasn't shifting in front of them after all. I went into the Kitchen and shifted, knowing that seeing the change was one of the “Gross" taboo things for normies. I grabbed a shirt out of the laundry too, fresh out of the dryer and slipped it on not caring that it was Jase's.

“Want something to drink?" I asked getting a Pepsi for Jase and a Mountain Dew for myself, and a bowl to lap my drink out of. Embarrassing? A bit. But for the next year, a dog's life it'd be.

The In Laws didn't ask for anything, so I entered, all 7 foot of me, like some NBA player invited to play cards. It wasn't even fair for me, my tail gave me away if I had a good hand, and while I could smell some regarding if they were happy, it was harder to tell in a more complex social environment. All in all I didn't win, but it was a good time. Me and Jase's mom cooked a couple of pizzas together, and I felt a lot better by the evening when they left.

That night we slept in our feral forms, I having lost the “itch" to be fucked, but he enjoying my new pregnant scent. I got to look at his lovely furred balls, so win win. We slept in roughly a 69 pose on our sides, noses on each other's flanks, and Star's head resting on my flank. It was very peaceful. I could do a lot of this.

Jase went back to work after giving my belly a kiss, leaving me and Star alone. We had bills to pay, and I wasn't going to ask my parents or Jase's to kick the bucket to drop 100k for me to live on. I wasn't broke, but we hadn't even got my house cleaned out yet to put it up for sale. I spent most of the afternoon looking at Werewolf approved motorcycle apparel. Arkansas was a no-helmet state, but that didn't mean I wanted to test my healing ability.

I had laughed a year ago when I found out there was a female were motorcycle riding club. I was so in, even if my college bike is a decade old Yamaha cruiser. Riding a motorcycle in anthro form was BETTER than riding in a car with the window down. The best parts of chasing, and riding with the window down, really. I messaged some of my friends in the group who all gushed, and also vented that they were not at the wedding, but understood due to the time crunch. Of course they wanted a private get-together to celebrate the wedding, and why it was suddenly done. I was down for it. Werewolf baby showers were epic, I was looking forward to mine.

They also sent links to sites regarding were family life, including sites where one could do the test for driving commercial vehicles. Oh yes, I'm pretty sure we'll have to buy a used school bus as a family car if Luna has anything to say about it. But that was a problem for me in the future. Until then, I'll have my snuggle buddy Star and a bag of Purina Puppy chow as a snack while I enjoy the were-lady on “the view" on television. She never showed her human face on camera, so she was a bit of a mystery, going by “Diamond" like some kind of professional wrestler. Kind of cool, really.