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(F tf (were)wolf, M tf (were)stallion)

Rosemary Valentine or simply Rose as she proffered, dove through the woods with her heart pounding even faster than her feet. Gasping for breath she still smiled, running beside her partner Grotto who was having a much harder time. He kept up just fine but he was a good deal taller than she was and not nearly as nimble so while Rose made it through the trees just fine, Grotto was getting slapped and whacked by branches left and right. The people chasing them were long gone now but the thrill of the moment kept them running straight into the deepwood. The woods were covered with fluffy slightly sticky snow, and the air was crisp but not too cold, especially for this pair- sweating from exertion. Rose stopped abruptly and Grotto plowed into her almost sending them both into the ground. They were near their cave hideout but she wanted him to take out the coin satchel they stole to count their loot. Light managed to find its way into the heart of their cave but it probably wouldn't be bright enough to count coins proper. The moon was a swollen half and very bright in the chill air, unhindered by any clouds and uncontested by any man-made light in the woods bordering the country town. Rose was about to reach into it as Grotto held it open but pulled back quickly when she felt the dull, sickly ache in the bones of her hand. Rose is a werewolf, and the bag contained some silver coins- werewolves cannot come into contact with silver, it was the only thing that could kill them but it was quite effective at it. Grotto counted the coins for her.

Grotto was not his real name, but rather the first place he met Rosemary. A long while back he got on the wrong side of a malicious witch and was cursed, that was when he stopped using his old name. He was tall but rather lanky when he first met Rose, but keeping up with her resulted in him getting pretty fit. His hair was short, black and bristly, and had only a shadow of facial hair at the moment. His eyes are deep ocean blue. He wore only an old battered leather vest, black jeans and black work boots. Rose herself had wavy shoulder length red-brown hair, the color of cherry oak. Her eyes were autumn gold and her brows and eyelids usually hung lazy making her look bored, but Grotto has been with her long enough to know how to read their complexities. Her skin was a pale rose hue, her cheeks red from the cool air. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead and his. Rose wore the same boots as Grotto so they were ill fit. She wore white stockings and dark blue skirt, with a grey-blue braided sweater. They found their way to their hideaway but just as she was ready to dive into it without even slowing down she cried out suddenly. Grotto knew she wouldn't cry out just from tripping and quickly seen blood in the snow, and the metal teeth of a trap biting into her shin bone.

Her eyes filled with tears though her face was closer to anger. "Ffffffuuck!" Her grit teeth were getting sharper by the moment. "A hunter must have seen the wolf tracks. This is a bear trap though..." She looked at Grotto's worried expression with a bit of sympathy, knowing he was squeamish. "On the count of three, open the trap. I will try to slip out hopefully while using as few muscles in the leg as possible."

Grotto was not a fan of blood, but didn't want to just stomp open the trap either and risk hurting her more. She shivered and growled as she pulled free of the opened trap. Within a few seconds she reached down and wiped the blood away to reveal the wound had vanished. You could hit a werewolf with a train and not kill them because of their insane regeneration, silver is the ONLY way to kill them. She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes while taking deep breaths, trying to settle her heart and breathing. Her body couldn't be hurt but she still felt pain.

Rose gave Grotto a timid smile of assurance and nodded toward the cave opening just two feet from her seat. "You might as well go in ahead of me, it will take a half minute for the bone to fully mend. Skin and muscle is super quick but bone is trickier." Grotto sighed and knelt down to her. "H-hey what do you think you are doing! Stop it!" In spite of her protests he scooped her up in his arms to carry her inside. "You dummy..." She went out of her way to avoid eye contact.

Rose was a strong and independent type so she became embarrassed easily by Grotto's chivalry, but that never stopped him, and the suppressed curve of a smile on her lips told him she didn't mind as much as she says. He carried her easily into the grotto, though looking past her to see his footing was a bit difficult. The cave had a tiny hot spring above it, the cave itself was eroded into the short cliff side by the water flow. The cave was pretty warm regardless of the season and because of the small holes in its roof there was lots of plant life, including three small trees. The slope from the opening down to the main chamber was pretty steep but roots from trees formed steps on its surface. The main chamber was painted with moss and frilly mushrooms. They had a small fire pit positioned directly under one of the holes above, though the only light in there at the moment was pillars of moonlight through the holes. Grotto brought her near their mattresses but paused there.

Rose traced his muscles through his vest. "Sooo...gunna put me down?"

Grotto now blushed a bit. "You're warm."

"So are you, big guy. Your half-chub is starting to prod me in the back."

He almost fumbled her in embarrassment, recovered, and eased her down as quickly as he could. His semi erection was clearly visible under his vest, having already grown past the waist of his pants. He had been cursed by a witch to become more equine the more aroused he got. This meant he was far too large to have sex with any woman, and wouldn't be able to masturbate using human methods- and the horse version of masturbation wasn't nearly as satisfying. Rose first encountered him fleeing to the woods mid-transformation looking to hide in what is now their hideout and his namesake. Because of her regeneration, Rose could have sex with him and not worry about being permanently harmed. Grotto went to move back from her but she predicted it and hooked her sharp nails on his vest.

"I could help with that..." Her sharp toothed smile reminded him who was the predator and who was the prey.

He shook his head. "Those people may follow our tracks here like the hunter who set that trap. We can't be rolling around with our guards down."

She sighed, rolling her eyes and giving him a hard shove back knowing he was hard to stagger. "We could have avoided the risk by not stealing the coins at all, but we didn't." She stared deeply into his eyes. "What do you WANT, big guy? Do you want me, or not?" She smiled and put a hand on her hip when she seen his cock slowly inching higher under his vest. "Your body doesn't seem to be having as much trouble deciding. It would be bad if those people found their way here and you were in that state. It looks like you stuffed a baseball bat in your pants."

With a sigh Grotto unzipped his vest slowly, looking down at the darkening head of his equipment. When the zipper was opened the weight of his massive tool yanked itself forward and tore open the zipper on his jeans with the force of its descent. She moved in on him as he sat back on the edge of a smooth rock. The growing shaft was already shimmering from rubbing against the beads of sweat that built up from their running. Rose cupped her hand on the broadening head of his phallus and bent over to kiss the rock solid shaft. Even in the warm cave his rod felt red hot to the touch, and she could feel his urethra starting to project farther out into her hand. His clothing was very quickly running out of room as his entire body was getting bigger. He grabbed at the waistband of his pants and underwear at the same time to pull them off while he still could, and Rose managed to bend over and pry one of her hands off his cock long enough to help him with his shoes. When she lifted her hand back up she also traced the contours of his muscles as veins became visible on their darkening surface, even as the short dense fur started to bud. She smiled again when she let out a long moan and his body gave a sudden surge from the arousal spike. Before he could slip out of his vest his arms became unable to bend at that angle. A horse's shoulder joints did no allow its limbs to move sideways really at all, so he was stuck in the vest.

Rose seen the slight grimace on his face as his sitting position became uncomfortable due to the extending of his tail bone, so she gently pushed him down onto his back with her fingertips. She climbed up onto his crotch since his body was already nearly three times as big as hers. She was on all fours and lifted a hand up to hook a finger on her collar. Her fingers swelled up slightly and her nails narrowed into claws, causing her finger to slice through her sweater, cutting it right down the middle to reveal her small C cup breasts and rose colored perky nipples as well as several sets of reddening dots- new nipples forming. Unlike Grotto, Rosemary had full control of her transformation normally and only lost control in moments of extreme emotion- the effect of which was magnified greatly by how close to a full moon the lunar cycle was. The underside of her nose was starting to darken and her lips turned pitch black as her ear tips started to grow to a point. The sight of her bare chest drove Grotto's transformation farther, but no more than looking into the glimmer of her golden eyes she got whenever she smiled. She was aggressive by nature and very independent normally, but she still loved to cuddle and enjoyed just sitting quietly with him. She was bitten when she was a teenager and was pretty much forced to be on her own since- she wasn't born with her curse. He could feel the heat radiating from her love mound even through her panties, but she shifted her hips quickly enough to remove them before she started grinding on the dark patch of bare skin just before Grotto's forming sheath. Each time she thrust all the way forward with her grinding he could see her pussy under her skirt, and each time the labia were puffier and darker- till it took the glossy black triangular shape of a canines.

She bent farther forward and kissed him gently several times. His muscles expanded in a surge- the crevices between them deepening before losing their definition again while his torso lost its human shape and took on its horse form. The trapped vest was groaning loudly with strain so Rosemary decided to put it out of its misery, and it took no more than her pressing one sharp claw into the middle to cause it to explode apart. His neck expanded greatly both in length and width while his hairline raced down in the opposite direction forming his mane. Rose wanted to play with his ears when they started to change but wasn't confident enough in her ability to balance that high up on his torso. He pulled his legs in while his thigh muscles expanded massively, tripling the size of his ass. When he relaxed his legs again they lost their ability to move to the sides or completely down, forcing them to hang lazily in the air. Rose grabbed his lengthening feet as his toes joined to reshape into hooves. His balls were full stallion now and big enough to use as a seat for Rose, and quite comfortable. Grotto groaned at the feeling of his hands and face changing. Using his limbs to brace herself, Rose scurried up his massive underside to lock lips with him. She knew how awkward and cramped feeling the facial transformation was from her own alternate form so she wanted to give him a pleasant distraction. His lips and nostrils expanded massively, by the time his face was half transformed his nostrils were so large he blew Rose's hair back every time he exhaled. When he finished changing she broke off and giggled at him- his lips were just as soft as a horse but quite clumsy. She gently caressed the sides of his long horse face and closed her eyes to press her forehead against his. She was silent and still, feeling his pulse in his veins and listening to his breath, waiting for them to settle back into a regular pattern.

When she bent forward again, he could see her tail had grown in fully already and was waving back and forth energetically. She squirmed out of her clothing fully- something she was able to do unusually fast- while rolling back to his crotch since the curvature of it prevented her from falling off. Her feet stretched, but it was when her hands quickly joined them that she lost her balance on all fours a moment. Even as a human Grotto noticed that when Rose ran, she stood only on the front part of her feet- a light footed habit of being digitigrade half the time. Rose's hot puffy black pads on her feet when they turned to paws felt fun on Grotto's firm but smooth hide. Rose actually grew a fair bit as she turned- she was a small woman but a huge breed of wolf. She groaned as her skull reshaped- it was the only part of her transformation she never got used to. As it changed her groan became a mix between a growl and a whine. Grotto knew she would never do anything to him, but hearing her growl always made his heart jump a bit. He had seen her hunt prey, and she was frighteningly ruthless and efficient. The dry remaining blood on her leg flaked off when her fur burst out all over her body. It passed over her very quickly looking at first like a shadow over her skin. The hair on her head shortened but still remained longer than the rest forming a thicker coat on the back of her neck and shoulders that bristled when she is agitated. On a wolf the sight of her autumn gold eyes was haunting, but still a wellspring of emotion and a constant source of curiosity for Grotto. The fur was still the same cherry oak color as her hair, which made her stand out to hunters- other wolves wore their grey and white winter coats but Rose was always red. She had to be careful how she stepped, since her claws grew in anew with each transformation they were not worn down or dulled at all, making them razor sharp compared to any other canine.

She nuzzled up against his black and pink mottled pillar of turgid flesh, and gave it a few licks with her much bigger tongue. She took deep breaths, filling her lungs with the powerful heavy smell of his cock. Because he was cleaned to human standards, a human nose wouldn't be able to smell much if anything at all- but to a wolf nose she could smell the tart sweat and earthy equine, mixed together with a unique scent coding that made him undeniably Grotto, no matter what shape he took. Grotto was rather helpless in this position, his mobility was limited to being able to roll back onto his legs when they finished, it was all on Rosemary. His shaft would make her bleed, there was no avoiding it- she was bigger now but still not nearly big enough for that behemoth pillar. She would heal as quickly as he hurt her though, so she always came back for more regardless- whether for actual pleasure or if she had become a glutton for punishment remained a mystery. She climbed slowly up to his chest and tickled his shaft with her bushy tail. Her tickling cause a contraction which slapped the cock into the tender skin on his underbelly, which also caused it to be angled low enough for Rose. She pinned it in place by backing up into it and capping the repressed flare with her hot box. Stretching her legs as tall as she could and pushed back as hard as she could normally, and then brought herself lower- because of the angling, lowering herself caused it to push farther into her then she could have managed under her own power.

Once the head was in, it was much easier to slide down the shaft- the contours on it ran parallel other than the medial ring, but that was as much as she could take anyway. She worked her way down the shaft pushing a half inch farther down each time and rocking forward a quarter of an inch, painting the shaft with her juices along the way. It let them savor it, since in an actual mare a stallion's cock was a hair-trigger. He bucked his hips a bit but in his current position it didn't have much effect- the motion was automatic though and he had little control over it. She felt his medial ring touch her nethers and knew she couldn't take more. She had certainly tried many times before but could never do it. She moved her hips up and down as well as rocking back and forth, pleasuring him more with the rocking and hitting her own sweet spots with the bobbing. She could feel his breath from there, his huge lungs taking heavy drafts of air, he occasionally made soft snorting sounds and deep whickers of pleasure. Rose occasionally made a whining sound but was relatively quiet up to the climax. They both approached at the same time- his climax dragged out longer by her careful and subtle motions and hers shortened by the sheer size of him, causing them to synchronize. They locked eyes and were swallowed into them as the rest of their world melted away into an explosion of colors and pleasure. He let out a sharp neigh and she howled long and low.

Her eyes the color of leaves turning, a color that was equal parts yellow, orange, and brown all at once. A season with the warmth of summer and the chill breeze of winter- she was both warm and cold at heart. Playfully cruel, Rosemary is a chaotic element, amusing to add to all sorts of situations to see how they react to each other. His eyes darkened while in horse form so they reminded Rose of the abyssal depths of the ocean, silent and filled with mystery. He is her modest and loyal titan, standing over her and protecting her. She had to welcome the outside world with tooth and nail to survive, but in his arms alone she could shed her armor and let her heart out to breath. She is his bitch, and he is her stud.

Rosemary and Grotto would always be perfect for one another. They may both be cursed, but their curses did not own them. They owned their curse.