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Emma had always been level-headed, even as a child. And her self-discipline had crystalized during her training and the years she'd spent doing the sort of work she did. But as near-perfect as her self-control and focus were she felt them straining to breaking point as she kept her hands on the wheel and struggled to keep her speed within the limit. An accident, but he wasn't in danger... She tried to focus on that thought, or rather the last part of it. They couldn't let Chris speak to her, but they'd assured her he wasn't in danger. But there had been an accident, and they'd needed her to come in at once...

Emma had always been proud of the work her hubby does. He liked to downplay his job, but people like him were advancing the knowledge of mankind. Sort of like scientists working on new technological breakthroughs, even though research of magic was more focused on the past, when the configuration of the Firmament was different and shamans and adepts could tap into cosmic energies with crude methods and little real understanding. In this age it was still possible to access these higher dimensions, but it required not only an innate gift but careful study of mountains of painstaking research. The sort of research Chris did. The kind that came with its own risks.

*******

"A... what?"

"A wolf, or something very much like one." said Rhonda Gunderson with a straight face as Emma stared unbelieving at her. "I felt I should... that it was better to tell you before you see him. He can't talk, of course, but we've verified that his atman is unchanged." the young woman said, referring to that matrix of memories, thoughts and attributes that resist definition but that together constitute what makes a person who they are, a matrix that reveals itself to those trained to detect it. A precaution, of course, since even though there has never been a reliably recorded occurrence, no one was willing to ignore the warnings and dire tales of possession.

"All right. I... appreciate the heads up, but I'd like to see my husband now." she said, and the woman in the lab-coat obliged and led her through the institute.

He was still in the reading room, even though the security door was open and people were examining the wards etched in the walls and even in the thick bullet-proof glass through which the tests were monitored. Or at least Emma assumed it was him. It really looked like a wolf, except it was surreal to see what should have been a wild animal calmly sitting and looking like it was supervising the work the researchers were doing. Her eyes found nothing to recognize in the attentive lupine, but Emma had a means of looking deeper. And the wolf had no trouble recognizing her, of course.

Emma was a mentalist, and even when she wasn't focusing she had a passive ability to detect surface emotions of people around her. And once those golden eyes focused on her there was no mistaking the outpouring of love she felt from what looked like a wild beast but what she immediately recognized as the man she married. But even to someone without her abilities and training it was obvious the wolf was glad to see her, a fact signaled by the perked-up ears and wagging tail.

On some level Emma remained horrified to find her husband trapped in this body, but it was relief to see him alive and healthy that made her sink to one knee and embrace him as best as she could. Dr. Gunderson asked the others to give them a minute and when Emma finally managed to release the lupine neck she began explaining.

"Chris was working on the new collection we got a while back. It was proto-Celtic, transcribed in ogham centuries later and fragmented... but we've built up a decent lexicon of that period from better preserved material, and we figured we've reconstructed them well enough."

"Obviously not quite well enough..." Emma said, failing to stop the bitterness from coloring her tone of voice.

"Obviously. We've got out curse and hex people working on it, but we're still not sure this wasn't an intended effect. Animist cults were big back then, and there might have been spiritual significance to turning into totemic animals..." the doctor explained, sighing in resignation at the look Emma gave her. "Look... the tech boys can make a breakthrough just by scratching their heads. There's nothing new we can come up with, at least not until the next galactic year. All we can do is dig up the fragments from the past and polish and cut them until they become something we can use. And I don't need to tell you how important the work is..." the doctor finished, and Emma nodded, unable to disagree.

Her field was mental health, and she couldn’t imagine how she'd do her work without the ability to tell what a person was feeling even when they themselves couldn't, not to mention her skill at probing deeper into the psyche. She helped with anything from anxiety, phobias, addiction... but also at resolving life-crippling trauma. None of it possible without the risky business of magical research.

"Look, nothing is permanent. If magic can change a man into a wolf, we know for a fact it could do the opposite, and we're working out how to do it."

"How long do you think it will take?"

"That's... what I need to talk to you about. You see, it would go much faster if we had Chris helping us out with it."

"Help out... but how can he?" she asked, looking down at the wolf that was her husband. Chris opened his muzzle and made a series of noises that sounded like a dog trying to bark, whimper and yawn at the same time until he folded his ears back and huffed in frustration.

"We can't change him back to normal yet, but we can tie the changes to the day-night cycle... provided we can find someone willing to... take the effect during the day so that Chris could work."

"Effect... you mean someone else would turn into..."

"Yes. I know it's asking a lot but the change itself is painless. You'd just have to spend the daytime on four legs until we can figure this out. You can take some time if you need to..."

"No. I mean I don't need time. I'll do it. At least I can talk to people no matter what my voice box turns into..." Emma said, sinking to one knee and giving her lupine husband an awkward but honest hug.

"Good, because if I'm being honest I have no idea how long it would have taken us without Chris helping out."

"How soon can you..."

"We'll get started right away. The reading room's set up for the thing already, now we just need to get you a towel or a sheet to wrap around yourself." the Rhonda replied, obviously relieved to know one of their top researchers would not be forced to contribute by barking once for yes and twice for no.

"A sheet... why do I need..."

"Because we had a hell of a time getting human clothes off a wolf." She replied, looking a bit bashful as she realized that she'd just told Emma that she'd stripped her husband naked.

It will be the same for me I guess. I'm about to be a nudist all day long…

*******

"Honey, I'll be fine! You've got enough to worry about without adding me to the mix..." Emma said, or rather sent the words into Chris' mind. Again, but her husband was still fretting and fussing.

"I know but I just want to make sure I haven't forgotten anything. I've ordered the meals delivered, it's all been paid for and I've told them...uhh..."

"To beware of the dog?" she asked, hoping to lift her hubby's spirits.

"...what to expect. But at least you can 'talk' to people so it should make things less awkward. Speaking of that, have you tried the new... facilities?"

"Yes..." Emma replied, feeling a little bashful. She hadn't expected to have to potty-train all over again at her age, but the squat toilet the plumbers had installed yesterday was different than anything she'd ever used. Apparently they were common in some parts of the world but it had been awkward to work out how the porcelain trench worked. Still she had to admit it was a surprisingly functional solution to their rather bizarre predicament, and a little paw-operable lever provided a jet of water that, while startling at first had proven to be quite hygienic. "It works great! I don't know why more dogs don't use it..."

"You're not a dog, honey."

"I know. I'm a wuff."

"Come again?"

"That's what I used to call a wolf while I was still in diapers. As in 'the big bad wuff'."

“God, I still feel terrible about leaving you here…”

“Look honey we’ve been over this – there’s nothing helpful I could do at the Institute and you’ll work better if you’re not fussing over me. Besides, that place isn’t pet friendly.” Emma said.

It took a while but she did manage to get her hubby out the door, after convincing him she’d worked out how to open it. She couldn’t look it, of course but she didn’t really need to now. Her tail wagged at the notion of a burglar choosing now of all times to hit their house, only to come face to face with a huge, fierce-looking wolf! Her sides shook in silent laughter as she imagined herself welcoming her hubby back, with the seat of some would-be home-invader’s pants clutched proudly in her jaws.

Sooo… wolfy-vacation, day one. I guess I’ll just sit down and watch some… blank screen. Emma thought to herself hopping on to the couch and realizing that the TV was off and she had no way of turning it on. Okay so I can pass the time surfing the… damn! She frowned as it occurred to her that the computer and her phone were also out.

She was still trying to puzzle out what to do when her breakfast arrived delivered by a young woman who was doing her best to not address the elephant (or rather wolf) in the room as she served the exceedingly polite lupine before leaving. The meal was one she generally enjoyed – a selection of mini tarts and quiches for the local bakery, a choice she and Chris had hoped would be easy to eat with a muzzle.

Emma had been determined to have a proper, leisurely meal, but as she planted her forepaws on the tabletop and got a whiff of the little savory treats wither new nose the pastries were gone in a matter of moments. That awakened her interest in this new super-sense so she spent some time around the house and yard just… sniffing around. The triumphant result of her efforts was that she found an old shirt Chris liked that had gotten kicked behind the couch at some point, but after that she was once again left with nothing to do.

This sucks! Even cats get a scratching post! So this is what dogs get for being loyal to humans? She mused. With no other options, she settled down for a little nap. And since she like the smell of it, she settled down with her head resting on her hubby’s shirt.

*******

“You know, this whole thing’s made you a really good listener…” Emma said with a smile that only got wider when the lupine lounging in their bed made a murring noise she guessed was a wolf’s equivalent of a groan.

Taking off her clothes she made sure to put them away neatly. They’d hardly been worn, after all – just from sundown until bedtime. They even smelled freshly laundered, although Emma found herself surprised that she had to bring them to her nose and sniff to be able to tell. The difference between a human’s sense of smell and that of a wolf was still difficult to grasp. Her human nose looked pretty enough on her face but was useless compared to the black pad she’d had on the tip of her muzzle mere hours ago. A human trying to smell something was like a person with terrible eye-sight trying to do without glasses – you had to get near something and squint fiercely just to get an idea what it was.

On instinct Emma reached for her nightgown, but thought better of it. It would be comfy during the night, but the sun would be up before she woke and she’d look silly trying to wriggle her lupine body out of it without damaging the garment. Well, it’s not like I don’t have anyone to keep me warm…

“Looks like we’ll be sleeping in the buff until this thing gets fixed…” she said, turning to face her lupine hubby.

She couldn’t miss the way his ears perked at the sight of her standing in front of him without anything on, not even fur. Emma was quite happy with the way her body looked, and knew Chris was even happier. She worked out and did her best to stay in shape, even though the willowy form didn’t show it. Her curves were a little too generous for her to even look lean and athletic, but her efforts did wonders to keep the bounty of feminine charms firm and toned. The vision of the eyes roaming over her as she approached the bed weren’t as keen as a humans, and as she noticed Chris’ nose twitching she wondered if he was instinctively trying to compensate for it.

Emma laid down and pulled the blanket over both of them, figuring it would be easier for Chris to wriggle out from under it if he was too warm than it would be for a wolf to pull the covers up himself. About a foot of empty space separated them, as well as an awkward silence. The first night like this had been different – they’d been too exhausted to do anything but collapse into slumber, hoping the new day would bring new insights.

But this was going to be their life for a while, so each was wondering how to best go about it. She supposed it was easier for Chris since he was seeing a familiar sight, albeit with unfamiliar eyes. For her it was different. Being an empath meant her eyes – which insisted that this was not only a stranger but an animal – couldn’t deceive her. Even without effort she felt her husband’s psyche, the soul of the man she’d given her heart to. But the reality was that there were differences.

Not all of them bad. As she scooted closer Chris did the same, and once his muzzle was close enough he pressed it to her lips and flicked his tongue out a little, a very novel kiss that made Emma smile as she returned it. She’d had a dog growing up but her mother would throw a fit whenever she saw Rollo lick her face, asking her if she had any idea what else dogs licked but never actually telling her what it was.

So canine kisses were a novelty, and one she found comforting after what she and Chris had been through. But it wasn’t all puppy-dog kisses. When habit moved them closer and the human and canine bodies sought to get comfy, she got a few pokes from the claws her hubby now sported. That set them back a pace until Emma got an idea.

“Can you… turn around?” she asked, stopping herself short from asking her husband to roll over.

She lifted the blanket and lowered it once Chris had his back to her. With the claws now safely out of the way Emma spooned up to the lanky lupine body, a sigh slipping from her throat as she pressed herself against the furry back, a part of her feeling restored by the sensation of the warm body pressed against hers. She felt a similar response from her hubby, but even without her senses she would have been able to tell by the rumble of canine contentment coming from the wolf’s chest. The feel of fur was new and surprisingly intense and Emma found her left hand making furrows in the dense coat as she moved it along the side of Chris’s chest, wrapping it around her lupine bedmate and using the hold to press herself even tighter against the fluffy form.

It took her a moment to realize why she was suddenly so clingy, and with the realization came another smile. When she was little she’d always wanted to cuddle up on the couch with Rollo and even to let the lovable retriever sleep in her bed, but at her mother’s insistence Rollo was an outside dog, with garage privileges during the cold winter months. So this was two birds with one stone – she wanted to feel close to her hubby again, and she wanted to cuddle with a doggy. But not even in her wildest dreams had she ever considered spooning up with Rollo in the buff. She’d always figured fur against all that bare skin would be sure to tickle, but hugging the big wolf sharing her bed felt amazing.

As she got comfortable she let her hand roam a little, feeling hard muscles under that warm, soft fur. That too was familiar, since even though Chris wasn’t particularly buff, his own work-out regiment had given his body the tone that eluded Emma. Fingers slid along the puffy fur of his chest, and when she’d reached the end of his sternum she suppressed a giggle as one of his legs kicked on reflex. Aww, you’re just my big puppy, aren’t you? She thought to herself as her fingers continued to glide along the fur. Soft, warm, fluffy, enough to distract her until her tips brushed against something moist, hot and hard.

Her eyes shot open and she pulled her hand back as if she’d burned her fingers, her heart beating so wild she wondered if Chris could feel it against his back. She knew what she’d touched, of course. Every once and a while when Rollo was sitting down she’d notice an inch or two of glistening red poking from his sheath, and a wolf’s wouldn’t be any different than a dogs. The sight of it had never really flustered her, but then again she’d never touched the family dog the way she’d just touched…

My husband… she reminded herself. The man who she’d touched all over more times than she could count. Guilt rose up in Emma’s mind and as she opened it up she’d felt the unease Chris felt, the mirror image of the awkwardness that had her heart racing and her cheeks burning. “Let’s… let’s just get some sleep…” she said, putting her hand back around the lupine chest and putting the uncofrotable little incident out of her mind as she and Chris drifted off.

*******

Is there really nothing useful I could do? Emma wondered as she surveyed her house from a wolf’s-eye perspective. It was her second day in fur and she heated the idea of just lounging around while her husband worked. And it wasn’t like she was sick and could barely get out of bed. She felt fine in a strong, healthy body, but one lacking the dexterous hands she realized she’d been taking for granted.

Well some dogs work. What sort of jobs do they do? she wondered and all she could think of was herding sheep. That idea almost made her laugh since she was pretty sure sheep could tell the difference between a dog and a wolf. The idea had apparently been amusing enough to make her tail wag, and Emma was surprised once again how the new appendage she sported seemed to have a life of its own.

It’s pretty bushy too. Maybe I could use it to do some dusting? she thought. Strange noises left her muzzle – the closest a dog could get to a giggle- as she imagined herself bouncing around the place, sticking her tush out and shaking her tail at anything that looked dusty. Don’t mind me, just tidying up! she thought to herself as she hoped and pirouetted around on a silly impulse, stopping only when she saw a reflection of herself in the screen of the switched-off TV. Or more to the point the little gray spot in the midst of cream-colored fur.

She suddenly felt like she was back in puberty, examining her changing body with a mirror and losing a little bit of her childish innocence with every touch. Well, I’m not innocent and I’m not a child. So I don’t really have anything to lose, do I? And I don’t think wuffs need a mirror for this…

Emma wasn’t really sure when she’d decided to take a peek at herself, but a second later she was sitting on the floor and trying to bend just the right way. And a few seconds later she was on the couch, doing the same thing with more success since the upholstery wasn’t as slippery as lacquered hardwood. Her legs were sticking out comically as she braced her back against the back of the couch and managed to bring her lupine face close enough for a good look.

It’s… a fortune cookie? she mused as she came face to muzzle with her new lupine femininity. Unlike the snug slit she had when her legs weren’t covered in fur, the canine sex seemed to stick out a little, with a Y shaped opening rather than the single neat line formed by her labia. She also noticed it wasn’t a monochrome gray, since even with her lupine eyes she could see it was a warmer shade, at least when viewed from up close.

But what struck Emma was the scent coming from it. Earthy, vaguely spicy and with the sort of subtle musk you got in really expensive perfume, she couldn’t really describe what it smelled like even after seconds spent sniffing. I guess it smells like… me. The thought came, followed immediately by another one. With one curiosity satisfied, and her muzzle so close to… herself…. Well, it wasn’t like she had anything better to do.

Emma wasn’t even aware that her ears had perked up, swiveling to check if the coast was indeed clear. Her first lick was just a flick of the tongue against the puffy spade, and her mind was immediately assaulted by new sensations. She’d felt a tongue on her privates before, of course. Chris did the honors often enough, without her even having to ask. But she’d never had her ‘fortune cookie’ licked before, mainly before she never had one until very recently. And she’d never licked another woman down there, nor had she ever been licked by one. And she supposed she wasn’t being licked by another woman now. Or really a woman…

The first lick did satisfy her curiosity, but didn’t leave the wolfess satisfied. And she really didn’t have anything better to do, and it was a lot of effort getting into this position. Shame to waste it, when she thought about it. So with that flimsy reasoning the wolfess flicked her tongue out again, this time pushing the tip in and getting both a better taste of her new lupine body, and a thrill of feeling something slip just a little bit past her new Y shaped folds.

Her keen ears were soon filled with the sound of a long canine tongue getting to work, and someone hearing it would have no doubt assumed it was a dog licking their bowl clean after a satisfying meal, rather than a kinky wolfess eating herself as she sought a bit of satisfaction. To Emma’s surprise she found the taste of a lupine love-tunnel as appealing as the scent, but the flavor of her sex took a back-seat to the thrill of having that smooth tongue spreading her spade as she sought to push it a little deeper. The kinky thrill of something she’d never done before settled into a familiar sensation of something wonderful building inside her, a burst of bliss that a little more diligent self0love would coax out.

Emma had always had to zone out to really reach an orgasm by herself, and even though a wuff-tongue beat any number of human fingers she still had to completely immerse herself into what she was doing and feeling, letting the whole world slip from her senses and her thoughts. But the world intruded in the form of the doorbell, which in her state and with her ears felt as jarring as an air-raid siren. She’d wonder later on what she must have looked like scrabbling to all fours and keeping her tail down as she dashed to open the door for the young man who delivered her meal.

“Oh! You’re… Mrs. Lawson, right?” the delivery guy said, hopefully.

“Yes. I uhh… take it you’ve been told about my condition?” Emma replied.

“Yeah, it’s just that… well it had the feel of a practical joke. Anyway here’s your order, all paid for.”

“Oh good! Would you mind coming in and setting it on the kitchen table? I’m kind of short on hands at the moment…” she said, hoping the words she sent into the young man’s mind didn’t convey how nervous she felt.

“Sure thing…” he said.

He followed Emma to the kitchen, set the package on the table and opened the styrofoam package for her, leaving without noticing that the wolfess who’d so politely thanked him had her tail clamped between her legs and her ears folded back against her head. When he closed the door behind him Emma breathed out a sigh of lupine relief, her keen new nose immediately filling with the scent of a horny bitch which apparently was too subtle for a human to pick up on. The smell of her own need almost drove her to get back on the couch and pick up where she’d been interrupted, but the fragrance wafting from the food-laden tray stirred a different craving, so she padded to the kitchen, reared up to place her forepaws on the dining table and proceeded to wolf her food down.

*******

"You know, I remember we used to watch the sunset to enjoy a relaxing moment..." Chris said as they stared out of their bedroom window, with Emma resting her forepaws on the sill.

"I know what you mean..." she said, her muzzle closed as she sent her words into the mind of the young man standing beside her. "You sure you aren't cold?" she asked, since they had the window open and the evenings were still a bit chilly.

"Even if I was, I'm going to be wrapped up in a fur coat soon enough..."

"Hmm, I guess you're right. It's kind of... ooh, here we go!" Emma said, feeling the spell grip her as the last glowing sliver disappeared from the horizon.

It was painless, thank God, but it was still a lot to get used to. Their bones stretched and flexed as if they were muscles and muscles and flesh flowed over them as they assumed a new shape, or an old shape in her case. But the senses were hit hardest, the mind trying in vain to maintain focus as everything altered - sight, hearing, tactile sensations a mess as bare skin gave way to dense fur and vice-versa. Not to mention the drastic change in smell. It was strange how quickly one came to depend on a keen sense, and as she stood up on human legs she found herself sniffing, frustrated by the fact she could no longer tell what room she was in just by smelling the air around her. But there was something to be said for being yourself again, and as the wild dizziness of the change faded she found herself stretching her once again human body.

"Mmmhhh, I'm not sure it feels better, but it feels different to stretch as a human than it does when you're a wolf..." Emma said, letting out another groan as she put her palms on the back of her head and got on the tips of her toes as she stretched again. "And I guess you're back to being a really good listener..." she said, leaning down to pet her lupine hubby.

She was, of course listening in her own way, especially since Chris was still trying to get to grips with the kind of magic that was second nature to her. And it was why she'd caught a surface thought, a sudden urge to shy away from her that the wolf in front of her was quick to put out of his mind. Emma wasn't sure why he'd felt uncomfortable, even for an instant, since she'd had a habit of stroking and mussing his hair even before the changes had started. Normally he didn't mind spending time with his head resting on her lap, looking up at her as he indulged her. She supposed it was an instinct that made her eyes flick along the sleek lupine body, and a brief flash of rosy red made it clear why her husband was acting awkward. And it was when she felt the urge to flinch instinctively away that she caught herself.

It wasn't like he could help it, especially with a naked woman leaning over him, giving him an eyeful as she scratched behind his ears. Not to mention that his keen nose was only a foot or so away from her crotch, and Emma knew for a fact he smelled a lot more interesting when she was on four legs. And it isn't like he has the time to take care of it himself... She knew Chris was working himself ragged, and what remained of the day was spent doing human things - all the little chores that required two hands to accomplish. And at night he didn't have hands.

"Sweetie, this... Look, it's silly that we fell awkward about what we see or what we touch after all this time together. I'm still your wife, you're still my husband and more to the point you're still a male. I... why don't you lie down and let me help you out with that? If nothing else just so you can get a good night's rest?" she asked, trying to sound more confident than she felt. Chris still couldn't form his thoughts into words, but she could sense what was going through his mind and had no trouble recognizing someone grappling with an inhibition.

"I know, but what shape you're in doesn't really matter. You're not an animal and I wasn't one a few minutes ago. And I wouldn't be offering if I was really uncomfortable with the idea, would I? Look, we won't do anything wild - you just lay back and I'll stroke you off. It'll be over in a second and after it's done you'll sleep like a baby... well, a puppy." she said. Chris murred out which she guessed was as close to a groan as a canine could get, but her suggestion was better received than her little joke.

Well, no chickening out now... Emma mused, feeling an anxiety she'd thought she'd left behind back when she was first discovering sex. But as familiar as sex with Chris was, her hubby was in a new body, one that she was completely unfamiliar with. And when the wolf got on the bed and did his best to stretch out on his back she couldn't stifle a gasp as she got a very good look at what she'd tactfully avoided looking at. Now that's a BIG bad wolf...

Emma's eyes remained fixed on the three inches of glistening canine flesh sticking out against the soft cream-white fur. The sheath housing her husband's new member looked plump, making Emma wonder just how much of him was still hidden away in there. And if that hadn't been enough to take her breath away, the sight of what was just under the sheath was. Wow! He must really be pent up... she thought to herself at the sight of the two lupine testes clearly outlined as they bulged in their fuzzy pouch.

The exposed canine shaft looked sensitive - a veiny red length glistening as it leaked against the fur of Chris' belly. She wasn't sure how sensitive it was, so to begin with she placed her fingertips against the sheath which looked sturdier. She gripped it gently at first, but was encouraged to tighten her fingers a little when she felt something rock hard under it. She began to squeeze, fondle and rub as best as she could. The part of her husband that was quite familiar seemed to work differently now. His shaft already felt as hard as anything living could possibly be, but her gentle touches were causing it to thicken and slip out. Emma's eyes were the first to go wide, but her mouth soon followed as she ran out of sheath after a slim red bulge slipped out from it. All that she was left to work it was the heavy looking pouch with it pair of lupine testes and almost a foot of big bad wolf!

Emma found her fingers trembling as they slid from fur and onto the glistening red of the lupine cock. She'd worried that the slick, almost glassy surface would feel slimy, but to her surprise she found something exciting about the feel of the smooth, hard and hot flesh throbbing from nothing more than the brush of her fingertips. It encouraged her to try and wrap her hand around it, and when she did her mouth fell open again. She'd always thought Chris was well-endowed, and he was certainly man enough for her, but she'd never had a problem closing her hand firmly around him before. But the red rod proved to be more than a handful, and that wasn't even counting that...

Goodness, is it supposed to get bigger?

Emma had no idea what the red thing at the base of Chris' member was. After all, Rollo had been fixed, and even if he hadn't she'd never really been curious to find out what a canine had in his sheath until she found herself married to one. Her tentative touches led her to believe that the swelling lump was quite sensitive, and caressing it had caused Chris to make an even bigger mess of the soft fur covering his chest. His new anatomy seemed a lot more... productive, and those swollen testes that Emma's eyes flicked to every now and again promised an even messier finale. And she had no real idea when to expect it. She was stroking her lupine lover now, her hand sliding easily as she polished the rosy rod with the mess leaking from the tapered tip. Her eyes remained glued to it, captured by a strange fascination with the bestial member throbbing in her grip.

But as strange as the shape of the male enjoying her touch was, the situation could not help but fit itself into a familiar niche in Emma's mind. She was an empath, and even though Chris still had no way of communicating with her, she could feel what he was feeling, or more to the point - what she was making him feel. It was a definite perk of her chosen field of study, especially when one was intimate with someone they truly loved. She could share her hubby's bliss, every reaction of his mind to what she was doing to his body. It wasn't the same as getting some lovin' herself, but it was something that she almost basked in. Of course, when she and Chris were making love, the whole thing became much, much more intense. Her husband had asked her to describe it to him once, and the best Emma could come up with was 'sex in stereo'.

So with her basking in the happiness she was inflicting on the panting canine it was no surprise her own body was reacting. And even with the distraction of her palm caressing his length, it would have been hard for a wolf's nose to miss such a reaction. The flow of bliss and ecstasy coming from the prone lupine was interrupted and she could feel Chris trying to form a thought as he craned his neck to meet her gaze. For a moment Emma thought she might have done something wrong, but the matted fur of her husband's heaving chest seemed to confirm she'd been doing just fine.

"I... I can tell you're trying but I can't make anything out..." she said, sensing that Chris was trying to 'speak' to her mind, but he still had a long way to go. After a few more desperate seconds he gave up and left Emma looking dumbfounded as he began to just stick his tongue out and lick empty air over and over. It was only when he used his muzzle to point between her legs and repeated the air-licking that she got what he was saying.

"Oh!" Emma said, feeling color rise to her cheeks. "You... you don't have to. I mean, I've still got these until dawn..." she said, wriggling her fingers and getting a plaintive whimper in response.

She couldn't help but smile at the noise. And she knew just what Chris meant. They'd gone this far and they could just sate their respective bodies’ urges and get a good night's rest. But they missed something more than just release. Emma knew they weren't a very adventurous couple but they did have a very healthy sex-life. And just because they enjoyed vanilla didn't mean they didn't love ice-cream...

Emma had really just wanted to help ease Chris’ tension, but now that he'd made his offer, she found it hard to turn him down and just finish him off. After all, they had no real idea how long they'd be like this. How long could they justify going without real physical intimacy just because they were taking their turns in a wolf's body? Chris had always been good at making her toes curl just by putting his mouth to her sex, and something told her that the long lupine tongue housed in that narrow muzzle would be more than compatible with what a human woman had between her legs.

She was careful as she lay herself on top of her lupine hubby, even though she was starting to suspect that in spite of the difference in size, a wolf’s body was a good deal sturdier than a human’s. The muscles she could feel even through the soft fur definitely supported the theory. Even before the two of them got busy with each other, Emma found herself savoring the sensation of having her body pressed against that of the amorous lupine under her. She could feel the power contained in the sleek body of a predator, and a part of her definitely responded to the sensation of being pressed against a muscular male. But there was also the dense fur, so soft and fluffy that it didn’t seem like it belonged on such a fierce animal. It was irresistiblly cuddly, and as she slid her body along her husband’s coat she found herself resting more of her weight on him, encouraged by the wagging tail of the murring male.

As she stared down the red rod twitching against the expanse of creamy fur the lupine maleness sent a squirt shooting from the pointy tip, scoring a perfect hit on her cleavage. As the hot trickle ran down between her mounds an idea entered Emma’s mind, quickly taking root. She took hold of the canine cock and pointed it up before scooting a little further down, letting the warm length drop back down and catching it between her pillowy beasts.

Chris’ tail was now thrashing against the sheets and Emma wondered if her hubby was aware of the signals he was giving her. This wasn’t the first time they’d tried this, but while they’d both agreed it looked hot she’d never managed to get Chris off with nothing but her breasts so they hadn’t really bothered with boob-jobs after the first few times. But something told her that it might be different now that she had this strange red beast trapped between her tits.

For one thing she was shocked at the sheer heat of the glistening red shaft that even her generous bosom couldn’t entirely swallow. About two inches stuck out from the soft pink mounds pressed together around the steely shaft, including the tip which was spurting and leaking clear liquid all over the top of Emma’s chest. She watched the lupine pre trickle down her skin and run into her cleavage, making a mess that exited her more than she could explain.

With her hands on either side of her bosom, she began to move her bust up and down her husband’s length, realizing that this boob-job might be different. The few times she and Chris had tried it had been without lube, since they didn’t have any in the house. But her breasts were already glistening and making squelching noises as they polished the rosy rod, and her actions seemed to be coaxing even more of the stuff from the lupine length.

She could tell Chris was loving this, but she was surprised how exciting it was to her. The heat of the trapped member was thrilling, but so was the sensation of that perfectly smooth and by now obscenely slick cock sliding in and out of her cleavage. She pressed her generous mounds even tighter around her lupine lover, picking up speed as she felt the throb of the bestial shaft making such a thrilling mess of her chest.

Her first clue that Chris was ready to start returning the favor came in the form of hot canine breath against her wet slit. One huff had raised both goose pimples and expectations, but Emma was surprised to feel a second one, and then a third… Her husband was sniffing her! The fact would have made her blush if her face wasn’t already a close match to the shaft she was polishing between her breasts.

Chris had never given her any indication that he minded the way she smelled or tasted back there, but there was no denying the fact that he was shamelessly sniffing around her sex, raising goose pimples with every exhale against the sensitive skin. And not only shamelessly, but enthusiastically! She could pick up the thoughts running around that fluffy head and there was no doubt that her hubby was savoring her scent with that sharp black nose he had. And while she was taken aback by this new interest in her body, the feel of hot huffs against the moist pink flesh of her sex were causing her to react.

“Haaahhhaaaaahhh!” she cried, a long, shaky gasp as her hubby decided he wanted a taste.

The last of the lupine tongue had come as a surprise, the feel of the silken surface setting her nerves to tingling and leaving her quim twitching in the aftermath. And when the second one came Emma found her fingers digging into the pillowy mounds she was pressing together around the amorous wolf’s shaft. She knew it would be bigger than what Chris normally had. She’d seen dogs panting plenty of times, with a big pink tongue lolling from their open muzzles. But knowledge was one thing, and the feel of the velvety surface pressed against her slit before it slid across the wet cunny in one smooth stroke was another.

Emma tried to do her best to keep bouncing her boobies on the lupine spear wedged between them, but focusing became harder as the amorous wolf under her continued his assault. His tongue felt huge back there, easily cupping her sex every time it was laid flat against it, cleaning her up in just a few licks. The surface felt different, and even through the haze her mind managed to conjure up the image of a dog’s tongue – pale pink and completely smooth. It felt as soft as silk against her labia, but it had the forcefulness that made it clear it was a muscle.

At first Chris was just lapping away at her, cleaning up every trace of her juices even though she was sure her twitching cunny was doing its best to make a mess back there. The licks became harder then, each swipe of the tongue pressing hard enough against her sex that her labia were pushed apart, exposing the glistening pink petals to that toe-curling appendage. With her hands on her breasts she could feel her nipples hardening until they felt like warm pebbles, the steady leak of the canine shaft she was cradling in her bosom letting her know that Chris was either loving the boob-job, or savoring the taste of her.

Emma found herself arching her back out as far as she could, feeling her huff press against the lupine muzzle as she thrust her rear out at her lupine lover. She could hardly believe how needy she was being, considering she already had more tongue in her than she ever had. More than a human lover could have given her. But her wanton gesture seemed to spur Chris on, and soon she felt the fur of his muzzle tickling her labia as the lupine mouth wedged itself between her plump folds. The tongue was now plunging into her, going deeper than anything so soft, warm and nimble had ever reached inside her. And the noises Chris was now making were… obscene! Loud, lusty slurps as he dipped that enormous tongue in and out of her, sounds only occasionally masked by her gasps and his murring.

Her heart was beating so hard she wondered if the cock she was cradling in her bosom could feel the thumps of it, her breathing becoming labored as her behind quivered and her toes curled. And every ragged breath carried the scent of the lupine pre now glazing her chest, a sharp masculine fragrance that had Emma’s button nose twitching before she even realized what she was doing. Well, so what? He’s my man… or mate or whatever. I can sniff all I like!

Not that she really needed to. Even to a human nose the air in the room was heavy with the scents of arousal, and filled with wet and happy noises. Her cleavage was now a mess and every time she pushed her breasts up and down she was polishing the already glistening rod, the almost angry red length that felt thrillingly hard and hot in the soft embrace of her pert mounds. She felt rhythmic clenches start in her belly, her teeth digging into her lower lip as the walls of her sex clamped and flexed, trying in vain to catch the tongue dipping in and out of her so fast she couldn’t tell when it was pushing in and when it was sliding out.

And even though the lupine licking had been more intense than any tonguing she’d ever been subject to, the climax didn’t leave her as blissfully drained as she felt whenever Chris finished inside her. Possibly because cunnilingus was always foreplay for them, and her body had learned to hold something back for the main act. But her mind was still not the same after the fireworks stopped going off inside it and she found herself looking at the red rod slipping through her cleavage with more curiosity and less inhibitions.

“You… think you ca-ahh!-n sort of… hump?” she asked, and a moment later the wolf under her started moving his hips, just enough to make the red length saw in and out of the sloppy mess Chris had made of her bosom. As slippery as they were, Emma managed to wrap one arm around her full breasts, keeping them wrapped tight around the big bad wolf while leaving her with a free hand.

Her first destination was the pouch which still looked obscenely big and now felt thrillingly hard as the wolf under her worked himself towards climax. She ran her fingertips along it before cupping the canine sack, or rather trying to. After that her hand wondered under her bust as she remembered that little red lump at the…

Emma’s eye went wide as her fingers found the base of her hubby’s shaft but failed to find a small red lump. She had no idea what she was touching, but it was huge, hard and throbbing under her touch. But it seemed to be something that wuffs like to have touched, since the already messy lupine cock squirted hard enough to hit her under the shin after she’d laid her pal across it. Even Chris’ licks were getting sloppy, acting on instinct and curiosity Emma stroked the hard, swollen mass, her fingers guided by the mental echo of the sensations her lupine lover was experiencing.

She felt a low rumble start in the chest her belly was resting on and felt it end as a low growl against the sloppy folds Chris’ muzzle was pressed against. Her eyes were drawn first to the sight of those swollen testes twitching every second like living clockwork before a streak of canine cum arced from the tip poking out from her cleavage. God damn, it’s going to hit the ceiling! She thought to herself, startled by the sheer force of her lupine lover’s ejaculation. But as a second powerful shot followed the first and a third one followed that one, she was shocked again by the volume. Several of the spurts had already landed on the sheets, and one het streak shot behind her to splatter as a hot little mess across her back.

Without a chance to go get towels, or maybe a bucket, Emma could think of only one way to avoid sleeping in a bed soaked by puppy-batter. She opened her mouth and placed it on top of the tapered tip in time to catch the next squirt in the back of her throat, coughing around the red rod and feeling her mouth fill up with lupine spunk until she get a grip on herself and started swallowing the big bad wolf’s load.

She’d never swallowed or even tasted her husband’s sperm, because she hadn’t really been curious and he’d never asked her to. She knew that was part of why her cheeks were burning now as she worked to keep up with… Good God, how long can he keep this up? The question was rhetorical but those fluffy balls were still huge and still twitching, so Emma had little choice but try and keep up. She had to admit that it didn’t taste as bad as she thought it would. It also seemed thinner, more watery than what usually shot out of her husband’s cock.

Since their work was clearly done she released her thoroughly soaked breasts, the two ripe mounds parting enough to give her a good look of the throbbing length she was nursing from, and the ginormous red bulge at the base. The thing was pulsing with every spurt of lupine cum that traveled up the rosy rod, and Emma found herself reaching out with both hands to brush her fingers across the hard, rounded surface.

The thing looked like it should hurt to the touch, but she could feel what her lupine lover was feeling, and what he felt like when she touched the swollen mass was the need to feel more. A moment later Emma found herself grasping the throbbing bulge with both hands, and when Chris’ panting was interrupted by a mewl she acted on his desire s and tightened her grip. Her reward for that was a spurt so strong that it almost made her choke and lose her desperate struggle to keep up with the flow of lupine seed. She still had no idea what she was holding, but it was apparently something wuffs really liked to have squeezed.

So she kept squeezing and her hubby kept spurting. By the time his flow had ebbed enough that she dared take her mouth off the tapered tip she felt bloated. Her lips clung to the red length as she slid her mouth off, catching one last squirt before the panting woman released the canine shaft. She was trying to catch her breath when a little burp slipped out of her opened mouth, prompting her to immediately slap a hand to cover it in sheer embarrassment. Talk about warm milk before bedtime… she thought to herself. She managed to drag herself to the bathroom to quickly wipe her chest down, not in the least bit surprised to see that Chris’ tongue had left her crotch spotlessly clean. When she slipped under the covers she could tell by the lingering mental contact hat her hubby was happily exhausted and half-way to the land of dreams, and once she spooned up next to him she quickly joined him.

*******

Emma had woken in the middle of the night to answer the call of nature, and before she got to bed she was struck by an errant thought. It was the sort of curiously sapient notion that a person’s subconscious might churn out during the day only to let it surface when the owner of the brain in question was too bleary to actually think. And it was that thought that made her change course, ignoring the siren call of the bed she shared with her temporarily quadruped husband and opting instead to curl up on the couch a tablet clutched in one hand as her fingers slid across the screen.

After all, she wouldn’t be able to use this little technological marvel once her hands changed to paws, whereas she could spend as much of the daytime taking naps and making up for lost sleep. She’d always been serious about her studies, and it was studying she was doing now. She felt kind of strange looking up the details of a canine reproductive system, but if she and Chris were going to remain intimate (and after tonight there was no doubt in her mind they would!) than it would be irresponsible for her not to get informed. Sex and ignorance were a bad combination, and since there were parts sex-ed obviously didn’t cover, she was making due with veterinary websites.

“Okay… so it’s called a bulbis glandis, or a …knot? What a silly name! What am I supposed to do, untie it? Okay then, let’s just skim to the part where they explain what it’s for... ah, here it is! ‘It serves to swell up and lock the male’s penis inside the fem…’” Emma mumbled, her words catching in her throat as further scrolling revealed a diagram. She’d been squinting at the bright screen moments ago, but her eyes were wide as she realized what the enormous, angry red bulge was meant to do. And unlike her bulging eyes, her thighs were pressed firmly together at the idea that… that thing going inside and swelling up until. Tied together? Ahh, so I guess that’s why they call it a knot.

With her curiosity satisfied and her cheeks burning she made her way back to bed, falling asleep only to have her recent research plague her dreams. She hadn’t really been considering going that far with Chris, or at least with him being a wolf while they did it. After all, even as a human he’d always been big enough to make her feel pleasantly full. But his canine anatomy was longer and girthier even without factoring in the hard, throbbing mass of lupine flesh.

But her doubts didn’t penetrate into her subconscious, and the dreams it wove. In them she was taking her lupine lover over and over, in different poses and places and more to the point – with no reservation or difficulty. Wild visions of her tender folds being parted by the tapered red length, the glossy-slickness of a canine shaft easily sliding deeper into her. From there the visions devolved into rapid thrusting, into fingers digging into fur and claws leaving little red lines on supple skin. The bulge growing, slamming into her until her body was forced to accept, to yield…

All in all it was not a restful night for her, and when she woke up her lupine nose told her exactly why…

*******

"Wow... Don't take this the wrong way, but you're much hotter when you're a... wolf." Chris said, watching the canine spade twitch around the tip of his finger, seeming to urge him to push more in.

"You sounded like you were about to say something else back there..." replied the wolfess, projecting a smug and amused tone into his mind even as she hiked her tail up just a little higher. "But yeah, wuffs run hot. Apparently their normal is a mild fever for us. I mean humans." she clarified.

"And you know this how?"

"I read up on it! Feels irresponsible to be clueless about these bodies now that we're wearing them half the t-Ahhh!-ime..."

"Did that hurt?"

"C'mon sweetie, this body was meant to take that monster you've got dangling between your legs every night. A finger can't hurt it. Just caught me by surprise. None of my sweet-spots are where I remember them being..." the wolfess said, further demonstrating the point by shuffling so that her hind legs were a little further apart.

Chris blushed a little at the reference to his 'monster', even though he knew Emma was right. His wife's squeamishness about his lupine endowments had hit a vulnerable spot in his ego. There was something to be said about being so big it made women nervous. So it was hard to remember that even though Emma was smaller now that she was wearing the sleek fluffy body of a she-wolf, her anatomy would be a perfect match for the red rod he'd be endowed with once the Sun went down. But then his wife would once again be her human self, and neither of them were sure she could safely take him. But they missed this too much to just stick to oral, even though the memory if their first time was enough to make his cock twitch. The sensitive surface of a canine erection was a perfect match for a big, bouncy pair of breasts, and even if Emma had bothered to deny it, the memory of her rump quivering under his paws as he pushed his muzzle against her muff told him that she'd enjoyed having a lupine tongue probing around inside her.

"Oohh, there!" came a mentally projected coo, accompanied by a whine so eager and plaintive that it hadn't really needed words to convey its meaning.

But Chris had to admit he was glad for it. Emma was always vocal, at least when she got in the mood enough not to feel self-conscious. Hearing her voice and her happy encouragements made this seem... well not normal, but a lot less weird. His eyes told him that he was fingering a surprisingly accommodating wolfess, but hearing Emma's encouragements served to remind him that he was about to make love to his wife, not some animal. After a bit of careful wriggling he began pumping his finger in and out of the sweltering canine sex, his eyes caught by the sight of the lupine vulva clinging to him every time he pulled his digit out. It looked strange, so completely unlike what a woman had back there but as the canine cunny moistened and its owner continued to coo and praise his efforts, he found himself increasingly curious to find out what it would feel like.

"Ohh, okay... I think I'm ready and if I'm not I don't care!" Emma said, stretching her front paws out and thrusting her rear out to emphasize the point.

"No complaints here. So you want to do this... wuff style?" he asked, pulling a glistening finger and smiling at the way the lupine vulva twitched in frustration.

"Yeah, I mean we've never done this before, or at least not quite like this... I figure at least one of us should be able to see what they're doing..."

"Okay, here it goes..." he said, his hand shaking a little as he placed it on Emma's furry rump. With her standing on their bed the lupine sex was just the right height and he didn't even have to hunch over as he guided the head of his cock to the puffy spade drooling in anticipation.

"Cmoooon! Quit teasin'!" Emma whined, both figuratively and literally, shifting a little on her hind legs and keeping her tail hiked up as high as it would go.

"I'm not trying to tease you! I... I'm having trouble getting it in..." Chris said, blushing as his own words reached his ears. But the head of his cock was thicker than his finger and he was having some difficulty getting it to sink into the spade shaped sex of the wolfess who wasn't making things easier by squirming and trying to push back. God, the heat of it! he thought to himself as the velvety vulva mashed against his sensitive tip, smearing lupine love-nectar all over the already slippery tip.

"Well how do wolves get it in? They don't even have hands, just those... oh..." Emma said, her mental message trailing off as she worked the mystery out.

"Yeah, I guess why they have pointy ones... I think I've got it just try and stand still for a second..." he said, and once the wolfess obliged him he used his left hand to pry the deliciously warm spade open, not an easy task considering the mess they'd both made of it. But he did manage to open Emma enough to give him a glimpse of pink, and gripping his shaft just below the tip he managed to get the blunt head of his cock dead center. Careful not to slip out, he pushed forward until the soft canine muff began to spread around him, swallowing his manhood with the voraciousness one would expect from a wolf.

"Holy... that's different..." Chris husked, feeling short of breath as he stared at the sight of his cock buried half-way in his wolfy wife.

His shaft was much thicker than his finger and the sight of the lupine sex stretched around him took his breath away - a perfect ring of smooth rosy-grey flesh twitching and dimpling a little as he slowly fed more of himself into the warm depths of the strangely silent lupine. It was tight enough that he found himself gritting his teeth, but it was a new kind of tightness. The thrillingly hot sex of the she-wolf welcomed him with nothing but twitches and tender caresses as he pushed deeper in, but it was the now splayed spade that had such a firm grip on him. Emma could always clamp down on him pretty hard, especially when she came, but the tightness that nearly had him grinding his teeth came from the clenched ring of lupine flesh that held him in a way a human woman never could. He moved his hands to the grey-furred hips of his wolfy wife as he pushed himself the rest of the way in, the fur of Emma's rump tickling his bare skin just before he pressed himself against it.

He held himself there for a little while, or more to the point waited for Emma to release him. The thoughts she was sending into his head were inarticulate but encouraging, and her canine muff was twitching so hard he thought she might be trying to get him off just by flexing her stuffed spade. But when the lupine love-muscle relaxed Chris took it as a signal that she was ready for him to start moving. And if it wasn't a signal, it was an opportunity. Things inside the sweltering canine cunny felt moist but as he withdrew his shaft from the cooing wolfess it barely looked damp. The still pulsing spade clung to him in a display far more obscene than the way it had clung to his finger earlier. And when Chris pushed himself back in the lupine sex dimpled until it looked like a doughnut-shaped ring twitching around him.

"Ooompffh! It's... it's inside!" came a mental squeak within his head.

"Uhhh, yeah?" Chris said, sliding himself in and out of the wolfess and wondering how it was only now that she felt him after the way she'd gripped his shaft when he first drove it in.

"No, not that... well tha-ngh!-that too..."

"What then?"

"M-mwaah... my nub..." Emma said, or tried to. She'd always told him that 'speaking' this way was as easy to her as using her mouth, but as he pistoned in and out of the lupine love-tunnel at a steady pace, even that effort seemed just a tad too much for his wife. "Was wondering -mpfh!- where it got to..."

It took Chris a few seconds to decode Emma's words, but once he did it explained why she was struggling to form a thought. His wife always had a very sensitive clit which was impressive since the 'nub' was so small it barely ever peeked out from its hood. He'd always know when he'd grazed it though, since it would make Emma's moans rise a few octaves and her muscles spasm around him. Just having his shaft rub over it every once in a while was usually enough to get her hot and bothered, but if it was somewhere inside that ring that was still clutching him like a velvet vise.

"So it's... intense?"

"Ahhhh! Ahhhmm... I'm...mngHhhhhh!"

The mental whine seemed to flow seamlessly into an actual plaintive noise coming from the lupine muzzle his wife raised just a little. Chris found his focus snared by the sight of the wolfess throwing her head back, her eyes closed and her ears folded against her head as the noise she was making drifted off into something human ears couldn't catch. The sight was at once bestial and human - it resembled a wolf raising his muzzle and his voice to a swollen moon, but it was softened by the vulnerable look Emma always got when she...

"Wait... are you...already?" he asked, and the fact the wolfess twitching around him couldn't muster a sapient response was his answer.

Chris had learned the ins-and-outs of his wife's body, or rather her human body, and never left his loving wife unsatisfied. But he'd have been lying if he said making her cum was a piece of cake. Usually he had to carefully read her reactions, time his thrusts and make sure the angle was just right to hit all the spots that would culminate with her legs wrapping around him as her panting changed into breathy moans of unabashed delight. He was sure he'd have to re-learn a lot of things now that she was no longer in her usual body, and was stunned to find the wolfess cumming after they'd barely started.

Normally, by the time he'd gotten her off he'd be pretty close, so all he had to do was abandon restraint and surrender to the frenzy that his instinct insisted on. He felt a little awkward since despite the fact that the lupine sex he was buried in felt like heaven he was still not close to finishing, and wondered if women also got embarrassed about coming too fast. So once the frantic clenching of the canine cunny relaxed enough to release him he gave a few more tentative thrusts against his wife's fluffy rump. No complaint came either from Emma's mind or from her lupine throat so he figured she was up for more.

There was a mess inside that peculiar lupine femininity, and he could feel his shaft stirring it and making things messier with every thrust into the sweltering depths of his wolfy wife. But her the spade he'd barely managed to sink into was still snug around him, as if it was worried he might slip out and they'd have to go through it all again. Such was the seal that not a drop escaped the she-wolf's body, the peculiar canine vulva clinging to him so securely that his cock was wiped clean every time he pulled out.

Emma's hips and waist were much slimmer now and he found himself taking advantage of the grip they provided. A minute later his wife let out another whimpery howl and his thrusting was stopped dead as the lupine love-tunnel clenched down. The sheer strength of the ring was startling and Chris couldn't tear his eyes off the sight of the dark ring of flesh flexing around him like an angry snake. The sensuous strangulation felt incredible, certainly enough to keep him hard as oak while his darling wife panted and whined through her climaxes, but it kept him still long enough for him to lose some steam. When the twitching ring calmed down he was forced to start over, and as he humped his wife from one climax into another he began to wonder if he'd be able to finish before exhaustion took its toll.

What had started as a tentative attempt to have a little intimate fun again had spiraled out of control. Chris could feel sweat rolling down his skin and he could even spot a few wispy lupine hairs drifting through the air, a testament to the fierce coupling taking place. He felt suddenly lightheaded and wondered if he really had reached the limits of his physical endurance before reaching climax, but when the feeling went from lightheadedness into a by now familiar dizziness he realized that they'd taken too long. His legs became shorter and his center of gravity shifted until he felt himself collapse on top of a back that was growing broader and smoother by the second.

"Ow, ow, ooowwww!" came Emma's cries, the wincing of a human woman who suddenly found herself with something inhuman inside her.

*******

The pain was sobering, and as most sobering things it was unwelcome even when necessary. Emma had never really tried drugs and wasn't much of a drinker, so nothing in her life had ever stupefied her as a chain of orgasms she'd felt while Chris had been humping away at her fluffy rump. The first climax had taken her by surprise, and with a hot hard shaft sawing in and out of her she hadn’t been able to recover. With her little nub in that strange spade-shaped vulva she sported whenever she changed the sensitive bundle of nerves had been pressed hard against Chris as he bred her like she was a... well, a bitch in heat. There was no gentle segue into bliss and exhausted calm that followed an orgasm when she was human, just a wild ride through the peaks and plummets as her hubby dove her over the edge over and over.

She could feel herself clenching down really hard at times, so hard that Chris could apparently barely move in and out of her. When the engorged length failed to slide out she'd been sure her canine cunny was to blame, but then she heard the noises coming from her throat change even though her hearing was getting less dull. Her mind accepted the fact that the Sun must have set and that she was changing, but it took her a while to remember that her lover would be going through a change of his own.

And he was still inside her.

She felt tightness just behind her folds, but this wasn't her sex squeezing down on a human male. Instead Emma's eyes went wide as she realized that a fully grown wolf was buried up to his sheath inside her, and that she was feeling her sex strain as the knot at the base swelled up. A vision of it flashed in her mind - the two hemispheres at the base of the red missile that would form one massive, hard, throbbing bulge meant to seal a male inside his bitch.

Almost in a panic she tried to crawl along the bed and slide herself off at least that part of Chris, but regretted it immediately. The stretching she'd felt had been increasingly uncomfortable, but the stab of pain from between her legs stopped her dead. She started to panic, worried that they'd gotten carried away, forgotten the limitations imposed by their situation and she might be in for a painful and awkward visit to the emergency room. She felt a rush of concern from Chris, and the question that he'd tried to form.

"I'm-mffffh!- I'll be fine. Just... just stand perfectly still."

Emma could feel her heart beating, and knew that she was spiraling into fear-induced panic. She knew how to ease others through this with her skill in the Art but it required for her to project her composure and calm on her patient, calm and composure she lacked at the moment. All she felt was heat and pain between her legs as her body struggled to contain that angry red bulge. She'd played with her hubby's lupine anatomy a few times now and remembered the way the knot started as just a little bump at the base but ended up as a throbbing mass the size of her fist.

Through the panic she felt a muzzle push aside her hair before she felt the flicks of a silky lupine tongue on the back of her neck. It was a small gesture but a loving one, and as the fluffy male on her back continued to kiss her neck Emma found herself grinning and knew she'd be giggling if she wasn't so out of breath. She'd emerged from the vertigo of her change into discomfort and pain, and knew that her brain was swimming in adrenaline, suppressing her capacity for calm, rational thought. But love wasn't rational, and it was love that her lupine lover's kisses had awakened.

Free from the grip of panic, Emma forced herself to take deep breaths which served to calm her troubled mind and to relax some muscles in and around her abdomen. Fear had caused her to tense up, which meant she'd clamped down on the wolf-cock buried in her to the hilt. As she did her best to relax she felt some of the pain fade, although her sex was still straining to conform to the canine invader stuck inside it for... well, for a while.

When she felt brave enough she reached back there, her eyes going wide as he felt her distended slit, and just under the taut folds the hard flesh of her hubby's knot. Her hand came away wet but luckily there wasn't a hint of red on it. She sighed in relief and then surprised herself by sniffing the slick digits, blushing as she did a very wolfy thing while very definitely not a wolf.

"It's okay... c'mere..." she husked, wrapping an arm around Chris' fluffy neck and craning her head back so that she could bring her lips within reach of his muzzle. Their efforts caused the canine cock embedded in her to tug a little but the twinges of pain were worth it for the warmth and comfort she got from sharing a kiss with the man she loved.

"I think... I think it's done growing..." she said as sharp pain gave way to dull discomfort and under it an undeniable thrill of having a warm, hard male filling her, even if it was too much. And as her own heartbeat settled down, Emma was shocked to feel a second one much further down from where her heart should be.

While she'd been in her lupine body, her grip on Chris had been snug enough that she could feel his pulse through the spade wrapped around his length. But with a wolf's pride and joy sheathed in her, she felt more than just a pulse. The beat of her lover's hears came through as a rhythmic thumping, the sentinel walls of her sex wrapped so tightly around the massive invader that she could feel it with a startling intimacy. And with that steady beating came other realizations, such as the fact that the swollen bulge was resting against her g-spot, and that every lupine heartbeat was like a flick against the little bundle of nerves that could always make her toes curl.

"Honey it's... it's not gonna go down until you... y'know." she said, surprised at how tongue-tied and anxious she was about her husband finishing inside her. He'd done it plenty of times, and they were even considering trying for a baby sometime soon, but the idea of having a wolf do the honors still felt alien and kinky. but not exactly a turn-off as evidenced by the rosy glow coming off her cheeks. "I'm just gonna... see if I can help you out..."

She got no response from her lupine lover, but he was staying still which Emma was immensely grateful for. She slid her hand along her belly, unsure if she was imagining the subtle bulge she felt just above her mound. But even if Chris wasn't big enough to make her tummy bulge the knot was certainly enough to make her straining sex distend as it struggled to contain the lupine length throbbing within her. During their change some of their mess had leaked from her, leaving her bruised folds damp to the touch, but she could tell nothing was leaking now.

Not a surprise, since the knot was meant to seal her off and make sure she took the puppy-juice waiting in those... The thought moved her fingers a little further back and the tips of her digits seemed to tingle as she brushed them over the swollen orbs resting in a pouch that seemed almost painfully snug to her tentative touch. We've been at it for a while. Oh God, how much of it had built up in these things?

It was a question Emma was sure would be answered soon enough. As her body adjusted to the sensation of desperate stretching around the lupine lump stuck in her, she felt a different sensation deeper within. Emma had only ever really felt a touch on her cervix when she was getting a pap-smear, and that was just the brush of a q-tip against the barrier to her womb. Now she knew there was another reason why a wolf's cock was pointy. She could feel that tapered tip nestled perfectly against her cervix, ideally positioned to deliver a flood of lupine spunk into her womb. Even now she could feel the weak spurts of pre squirting into her, and knew that they were nothing compared to the wild streams of watery seed that enormous shaft would deliver once her hubby went over the top.

For a while she just kept her hand pressed gently against her distended sex, fascinated by how unfamiliar her privates felt to her touch. As her fingers slid over it her mound tried to build a picture - her normally soft, plump labia now stretched taut around that scary knot, hard to the touch as they revealed the outline of the throbbing lump holding her tied to her hubby. She began to rub them, gently stroking her fingers over the wet, silk-soft folds, hearing a low murr just behind her ear as her lupine lover savored the touch. I'm stretched out so tight he can feel me rubbing...

But the tender touch served to relax her sore sex, banishing the last of her pain and fear. And now that she was sure she wasn't hurt, Emma allowed herself to focus on the sensation of something so big and so hot twitching inside her. Every inch of her velvety tunnel was filled with hard, slick wuff-cock, from the pointy tip eager poking against her cervix to the swollen mass keeping her tied to her hubby. Now that she'd calmed down, she had to admit she was enjoying the intimacy of this situation. She liked to cuddle and this felt like cuddling, but intense and kinky. She loved the feeling of Chris' furry body resting on top of her back, and there was a definite thrill to having his fluffy hips flush with the curve of her rump. The outside of her body was luxuriating in something soft and warm, while her insides were still struggling with something hard and hot.

The happy noises coming from Chris' muzzle and the happy thoughts coming from inside that fuzzy head told her that he could definitely feel the way she was rubbing herself. Figuring he'd need her help to come and thus release her, Emma pressed a little harder, gasping as the pressure made the swollen knot move just a little against her g-spot. She was so full that even the slightest movement of the red rod buried in her made sparks dance in front of her eyes and her toes curl.

Her breathing deepened as her fingers went to work, rubbing, caressing and every now and again pressing as hard as she dared on the swollen knot throbbing just behind the taut lips of her straining sex. When she heard Chris panting she knew she was doing a good job, and the sensation of her nipples stiffening against the bed sheets told her the job was good for both of them. The throbbing of the shaft held tight by her quivering sex grew more pronounced and she felt like the heartbeat in her loins was stronger than the one in her chest. She realized that that monster was about to let loose, forcing her to take every drop of what she knew by now was a bigger load than a human male could ever hope to produce. And what surprised her was that this idea made her singers speed up and her teeth sink into her lower lip as she experienced the thrilling anxiety she hadn't felt since she'd lost her virginity.

She gasped when the red rod flexed inside her, the knot throbbing so hard that even the fingers mashing her labia against it felt it. Breathing hard and acting on some strange impulse she moved her hand lower until she was palming her husband's swollen pouch. She felt the two heavy orbs twitch and knew what was coming even before the first stream of lupine seed traveled up that long, steely shaft, spraying from the tapered tip against her cervix with such force that she could feel the hot liquid being forced into her womb.

"G-good boy..." Emma gasped, and immediately buried her face in the bedspread. She knew the cause of it - the panting coming from above her brought to mind Rollo, proudly dropping a stick, tennis ball or frisbee at her feet and sitting with his tongue out until he got the two words of praise that meant so much to him. And with a wolf's ears, there's no chance Chris had missed the slip of the tongue. Oh God, he's never gonna let me live this down!

She kept petting the lupine pouch, lost in the sensation of being... Oh God, he's breeding me like a bitch! The thought was enough to make her bite her lip again, her toes curling at the kinky idea. Not that he could since she was still on the pill, but if she wasn't she knew that this would be the night she became a mommy, or at least an expecting one. After a few more spurts she felt the warm cum surge around the shaft pumping it into her. Her womb was full and the powerful squirts of lupine cum were no longer gurgling past her cervix. But with the knot plugging her there was nowhere for the excess to go and Emma could feel pressure building within her as her body was forced to take everything those twitching lupine testes had to give.

Heat blossomed inside her again, but a gentler kind than the sharp burning of a human manhood suddenly turning into a wolf's red shaft within her. There was a strange thrill to this, a submission not to the male on top of her but to the mating instinct itself - to the force of nature that had brought them together and was now keeping them joined until Chris was spent. Her fingers slid back to her sex even thought there was no longer a need to help Chris cum, something she was reminded of every time his lupine length shot a fresh stream of thin canine cum into her already flooded womb. She felt a sudden urge to join him in this, to share this powerful new experience. She knew it wouldn't take much, but as she put her fingers to the top of her sex she was startled to realize just how little it would take.

The lightest touch was enough to push her little nub against the bulge inside her, the mass of stone-hard flesh that was now swelling with every surge of cum that traveled along the rosy rod. Little whimpers left her parted lips, noises that a bitch might have made in her position. But as pleasure mounted restraint receded and she could hear herself moaning, her voice shaky and her hand trembling on her sex as she felt her walls flutter against the hard length stretching them.

When the tension broke Emma had the good sense to shove her face into the mattress, muffling a cry that the neighbors were sure to hear, if not comment on. Her tunnel couldn't clamp down on the male it was holding - she was already wrapped to tight around the bestial length. But her walls still pulsed and quivered, and moved in a way designed to coax the male into giving her all, even though Chris had already given her more than she could hold.

It was the frantic flexing of her sex that kept her riding the crest of her climax, blurring the line between consciousness and wisps of dreams. She'd been sure she'd drifted off at some point with Chris still on top of her, still seeding the smooth-skinned bitch gasping and moaning under him. In that blur Emma had visions of her belly swollen from the deluge of lupine spunk, of herself nursing a baby on one breast and a grey-furred puppy on the other. When she came out of it her brain started sorting fantasy from reality as the flow of lupine seed ebbed and finally stopped.

When the wild throbbing of the lupine shaft calmed, Emma tried parting her folds around the swollen knot they were holding. She was sore as well as thoroughly exhausted, but when she heard a squelch form back there and felt warm lupine seed trickle against her fingers she knew Chris was almost ready to slip out. Slowly and with an occasional wince she spread her bruised folds, her fingertips brushing against the hard, glassy slickens of a canine knot once she opened herself wide enough. She took deep breaths and pushed with her inner muscles even as she spread her folds until after a flash of pain she felt (and heard!) the still huge bulge slip from her sex.

Despite its girth the actual shaft of Chris' shaft felt slender now that her delicate sex was no longer straining around a lupine knot. She felt comfortable enough to relax, which sent a trickle of warm, thin wolf-cum running from around the rosy rod and down her inner thighs. She got a few more licks on the back of her neck before she felt her lupine hubby carefully dismount. Unlike his human cock, the lupine length seemed to stay hard even after being so thoroughly spent and she felt the hard red missile stir the mess inside her until the tapered tip slipped out.

Another trickle ran from her lips and Emma felt her face burning at the sensation of cool air both on her sex and even a little bit in her. Reaching back with a shaky hand she could tell she was opened a little wider than after making love to a man, not to mention the heat coming off her bruised sex after it had been forced to take and hold a fully grown wolf, in every sense of the word.

“Hey… so we kind got a little -npf!- carried away, huh?” she husked as a big fuzzy face came into view, a muzzle lowering to meet her lips as she kissed her husband. It was a familiar gesture of affection, and a common one between husband and wife. The ear scratches she gave him were less traditional, but she could tell they were well received nonetheless. Her hubby was wagging his tail, and Emma could feel the cool air begging fanned against her sloppy sex.

When Chris broke the kiss she thought he was just letting her get some breath back, but then the loving wolf hopped off the bed, leaving her confused. At least for a second. Emma’s whole body went stiff as the first huff of air struck her steamy slit, and her muscles seemed to break down entirely, leaving her whole body twitching and convulsing as a familiar lupine tongue slid across her oversensitive sex.

The licks kept coming, slow and gentle and not really dipping into her honeypot, even though Emma could tell she was still quite loose back there. She wondered if Chris actually thought she still needed attention after one of the most intense orgasms she’d ever had, but when the roving tongue moved to the insides of her thighs she realized her lupine hubby was cleaning her up. She was surprised at his willingness to taste his own mess, but blushed as she remembered how she’d pushed her muzzle against her lupine femininity and how only the doorbell had stopped her from squirting all over her furry face. And since she didn’t trust her legs to take her to the shower and back, she rested her head on her folded arms and sighed as she enjoyed the tongue-bath.

*******

“Sure?... don’t have to…” Chris said, or at least tried to. He was making progress but the attempt to learn the sort of magic Emma used gave him a whole new respect for his wife. When he ‘heard’ her he could detect every nuance a person could put in their speaking voice, but he was still struggling just to form something that could pass for a sentence.

“Yes I’m sure, and I… well I wanna.” She responded. They were seated on their bed, naked as had become their custom since this peculiar arrangement. Although Chris supposed Emma was more naked then he was, and he guessed that the sight of a gorgeous woman getting into bed with him wearing nothing at all was why he tended to get a little too riled to sleep. And in nothing but his fur, it was hard to hide such a reaction from his perceptive wife.

To her credit, she no longer bothered pretending she was just helping him get relief so that he could rest. While striving to retain intimacy in spite of what life had thrown their way he had to admit they’d gotten a bit creative and curious about what their sex-life had become. They’d come to appreciate the perks of bodies other than their human ones, and the different perspective that came with lupine senses. Emma’s heaving chest still looked wet after he’d spent a few minutes lovingly bathing it with his tongue, his new keen ears catching the sheer melody of her whimper moans whenever he’d flick the tip of it over a stiff nipple. He was sure the fun wouldn’t end there, but was surprised that his wife wanted to try something they’d only done once, by accident.

“Don’t want… if it hurts…” he said, knowing that even if his sentences were still shoddy Emma would pick up on his concern.

“That’s why we’re gonna do it nice and slow. You’ll just lie back and let me do things nice and slow. I mean, I can’t promise I’ll take the… you know – your knot. But I’m pretty sure I can take the rest of you and have fun doing it.”

Chris wondered if Emma had spotted his ears swiveling as she spoke, or realized just how her tone had betrayed her, to speak nothing of the heady scent filling the room, or at least the sharp black nose on the tip of Chris’ muzzle. Instead of struggling with another fragmented mental message he leaned forward and pushed his tongue past Emma’s lips, giving her as good of a kiss as he could without actually having lips.

“I take it that’s a yes…” she said, breathing a little harder after lips parted from chops. “Okay so… roll over?” she said, looking more self-satisfied than anyone making a pun had any right to be. “There we go. Now let me just grab a few of these pillows… get you nice and comfy…” she said, rearranging the pillows so he had one on other side of his chest to keep him on his back, and even one behind his fluffy head, to help him better enjoy the view. And the sight of Emma leaning over him with her ripe breasts dangling was enough to push a few more red inches out of his sheath, a fact that his wife hadn’t missed.

“Ohh, there we go. So I guess this is little red versus big red…” she said, gripping his rosy length without any shred of reservation. But if she jokes like that didn’t fill her with shame, the act of grabbing a canine erection certainly wouldn’t.

She was reclining against him with her body just barely resting against his fluffy side as she stroked the red rod a touch that betrayed the familiarity she had by now when it came to his lupine assets. She’d pull her hand up until she had a fist almost closed around his tip, or at least closed enough to catch the spurt of canine pre this never failed to coax out, then she’d let her hand glide down, slicking the rest of his shaft with the mess his wolfy anatomy was so obligingly providing. And every time she slid her hand down she’d use it to push his sheath back a little further, giving her more wuff to work with.

When he felt the bed shift and his wife get up Chris figured his wife was about to move on to… well, onto him. But instead Emma scrawled over to just behind his hind legs as she pushed his sheath down all the way and freed the still slim knot from its hiding place. They’d learned that even though the actual shaft of the lupine cock had a bone that kept it erect at all times, the slender bit just behind the knot was quite bendy. So much so that Chris didn’t experience even a hint of discomfort when his red rod was tilted back, and could fully savor both his wife’s caress and the mischief dancing in her green eyes.

She brought her mouth down to the bulge at the base of his shaft, making one of his hind legs kick out when she kissed the deceptively delicate bulb. She followed that up by sticking her tongue out and running it from the bottom of his rosy shaft to the leaky tip, going so far as to give a soft moan as she cleaned up the mess he was continuously making.

Even before the changes Emma had never been squeamish by going down on him, but she’d never put on a display like this when it was a human cock she was holding. She made sure to catch his gaze every now and again but otherwise remained concentrated on what she was doing, namely worshiping his red length like a porn star. She would lick along the glassy surface, sometimes kissing her way either up and down, or rubbing the throbbing shaft against her cheek with her lips parted and her eyes lidded. Every now and again she would close her mouth around the tip and Chris couldn’t fail to hear her swallow as his lupine cock reacted to her suckling.

Thorough it all she was careful not to pay too much attention to his knot. They’d learned by know that the red bulge was sensitive, and too much pressure would cause it to do what nature intended – swell up and hopefully tie him to a fertile bitch. The plus side was that it was a reliable way to get a male canine to cum quickly, so the fact that Emma gave it no more than an occasional brush of her lips or tongue told him she really was intent on taking things slow.

After minutes rolled by Chris began to wonder if Emma had changed her mind and was trying to get him to blow. But the next time she took her lips off the tapered tip she’d been twisting her tongue around she didn’t kiss her way back down his shaft. Her eyes remained fixed on the twitching red length and for a brief moment an anxious look came over her face, momentarily ruining the image of wanton lust that she seemed to be enjoying so much.

“Okay, here we go…” she said, throwing one leg over him and settling down with one knee on either side of her lupine lover.

The scent coming from between her legs struck Chris like the slap of a velvet glove, and he found both his eyes and his nostrils going wide at the sight of his wife’s sex hovering over a tower of steely canine flesh he still had trouble believing was his. He saw dew-drops dotting her folds even before his cock squirted up and struck the human sex dead-on. The two sets of genitals looked hopelessly mismatched – an almost violent looking red missile pointed up at a slit that looked far to petite and delicate to take such a bestial member.

But then they both knew that he could fit, even though this would be Emma’s first time actually letting a wolf’s cock slide into her. He caught her biting her lip even as one hand parted her moist folds, revealing a glimpse of glistening pink slowly descending towards him. The slender tip of his lupine manhood easily found its mark, settling in between Emma’s warm folds, his wife gasping at the sensation of heat before slowly pushing down.

His ears swiveled at the sound she’d made as her body gave in to pressure, her walls stretching slowly, pried open by the tip as they struggled to adjust to the full girth of the cock making its way into her. He could feel her straining, but to him there was nothing but mind-tingling bliss at the sensation of something warm and moist squeezing down on him, his tip slipping in at a maddeningly slow pace until Emma dropped her hips a little and took the first couple of inches of him inside her.

“Nghhhh God! I’m… I’m fine…” his wife panted, obviously sensing his concern. He saw her wince briefly, her sex clamping down on reflex for a moment before a few deep breaths calmed both her and her cunny.

He could feel himself leaking inside her, even though there wasn’t much of a need. Emma had gotten quite wet putting on that show for him and he could both hear and smell the mess of feminine nectar he was pushing out of her with every inch of his cock that slid up into that snug human honeypot. She’d been using one hand to keep his shaft pointed up, but with the tip firmly embedded inside her snug sex Emma placed both hands on her thighs and gave Chris a clear view.

The lupine cock twitched as he saw his wife’s labia parted obscenely around the rosy rod his muzzle falling open when Emma took a few more steadying breaths and resumed her descent. He could see the muscles along her belly quiver, and more to the point feel her velvety tunnel doing the same as she carefully slid lower and lower, taking inch after inch of a fully grown wolf into her. Even though he remembered full well being sheathed in her, Chris still expected her to stop at any moment, or to feel himself bottom out. But even though it was slow going, Emma only stopped once her splayed labia were pressed gently against his knot.

“Okay…Hooohhhhhhkay… just let me… give me a few moments…” she gasped, gazing down in disbelief and actually going so far as to run a palm over her lower belly and looking almost surprised that she couldn’t feel the hard red shaft her body had managed to accommodate.

Chris could feel the way her body was flexing around him, the little flutters of her velvety tunnel and an occasional clench that would leave him whining and Emma gasping. After a while his wife started moving her hips, just little swivels from side to side that were barely noticeable to the eyes, but that made Chris’ eyes roll back as his cock shifted within its velvety prison.

The little side-to side movements turned slowly but surely into back and forth and soon enough Emma was comfortable enough to let an inch or so of big bad wolf slide from her before lowering herself down again and taking every bit of Chris apart from the knot. This was something they’d inadvertently skipped the last time Emma had ended up with a wuff in her muff and judging by the look on her face and the rock-hard nipples sticking out from her heaving chest she was enjoying what she’d missed out on. Her soft, near-pained gasps were tuning into languid moans as every time she rose she left less and less lupine meat inside her, the snug human sex squelching every now and again when she slid her hips back down and the invading canine flesh pushed out the mess they were both making inside her.

Ash she rode her fluffy lover, Emma couldn’t help but focus on how different he felt inside her. The girth was a part of it because even after letting her body relax she could feel the way she was clinging to the red rod, even though it’s flawlessly smooth surface was already slick and slippery. Even the tip was different as it moved through her, and whereas the head of a human cock would just gently nudge the sensitive spots inside her, the tapered canine shaft seemed to poke them with… interesting results.

When she’d decided to give the wuff-cock another chance part of her had been hesitant, remembering the pain of their first encounter. But then again it had ended up inside her in a rather sudden and unexpected way. She had to admit that as she rode her wolf’s lap she was warming up to the lupine love-muscle, and not just because of how hot it felt inside her.

She could feel the knot press against her dripping lips every time she slid down, and that part definitely gave her mixed feelings. After all, a shaft was a shaft, even allowing for differences in size, shape and texture. But that lump worried her, because her body was never meant to have something get stuck in it like that.

But it hadn’t exactly been all bad. She did remember the pain, but she also remembered cumming around Chris the wuff and the incredible intensity of her lover’s climax. She also remembered sitting up and looking in disbelief at a tummy that barely showed a bulge even though she felt like she had a pint of puppy-juice swirling around inside her. Well, it must have been close enough to a pint she thought to herself, remembering the mess she’d woken up in as the excess slowly seeped from her overflowing womb and past her well-rutted folds. It had continued to leak form her during the day but fortunately she was in a position to clean herself whenever it did, saving the furniture from difficult to remove (or explain) stains and herself from boredom.

And there was going to be a hell of a mess now, come to think of it. Her hubby’s fluffy crotch would soak some of it up, but without a knot in the bed was going to get it again. It was definitely showing the fact it had two horny wolves sleeping or just… mating on it every day. The bedspread was covered in both her fur and her hubby’s, there were stains that she was sure even a human nose could notice, and the little tears caused by claws and teeth when things got intense.

There would be one way to spare it a fresh soaking in lupine love-juices. And looking down Emma couldn’t help but notice that her labia were now parting a little every time she pushed down, almost hugging the bulge that currently looked like Chris’s shaft had swallowed a couple of whole walnuts and they got stuck just outside of his sheath. I could probably take it, if I do it soon…

The more she bounced on her hubby the more Emma felt the siren song of the tie. It would hurt again, she was sure of it. Well, at least a little. But she wouldn’t be scared shitless this time. It would be her choice, she knew her body could take it… The mere thought of taking it made the once timid young lady bite her lower lip. She wasn’t sure if she was trying to talk herself out of it or into it. It had been so intense, almost like the first time she’d let a male inside her. A profound connection of two bodies that felt emotionally satisfying, as well as a sensual thrill.

She wondered if Chris was getting good enough to read the dilemma burning in her mind, or if he was just reading her body, but her lupine lover had surprised her by raising his forelegs and gently resting his paws on her chest. A canine couldn’t really grope the pillowy mounds, but a wolf had some pretty big paws, and as they pressed against her sensitive mounds Emma laid her palms over them and clutched them to her chest.

She leaned forward into his touch, making her mind up even as she cooed to the wolf under her. Her back was flexing and arching, her hips picking up speed and force as she brought her cunny down a little harder every time. She could tell Chris knew what she was up to, and just as she’d said he was letting her do what felt comfortable at a pace she felt comfortable with.

Emma could feel her lips stretch a little bit further with every slap of a human slit against a lupine knot, but still not enough to force the thing in. She was growing frustrated but her frustration only lent her strength until she was grunting with every slam of her hips. She was starting to think she’d missed her chance and started trying to late when one particularly forceful thrust spread her wide enough for her to see her folds wrapped around the widest portion of the lupine bulge for a split second before the blushing sex seemed to swallow the angry red knot.

“Haah! Haaah! Hah!” she panted, her eyes losing focus and her hands pressing Chris paws so hard against her bosom that she felt his claws poking into the soft flesh.

Her sex had clamped down on instinct, possibly in response to the sharp sting she’d felt when she took the knot. And her hubby’s cock responded to the clenching in the only way a canine shaft knew how. Now her eyes had rolled back in her head as she felt the knot grow within her. With every beat of Chris’ heart the bulge seemed to inflate and as she grew fuller and fuller Emma’s mind conjured the image of a big red balloon getting bigger and bigger with every puff of air someone blew into it.

She was starting to wonder if she’d made a mistake but to her surprise and relief the bulge had stopped growing just before the discomfort of having such a massive invader inside her would have gone from being uncomfortable to being painful. She could feel her body straining again but it wasn’t nearly as bad as it was last time. She wasn’t sure if it was because she wasn’t afraid she’d get seriously hurt, or because her sex had loosened up during her struggle to get the damn thing inside.

As the inflation settled into the now familiar beat of her lupine lover’s heard she reached down with one hand, pressing her fingers to the little tuft of soft hair on her mound and feeling the hardness now trapped within her. And a little more pressure was enough to grind her g-spot against the throbbing knot, forcing a shuddering whimper from Emma’s throat. Looking down she could now see her sex, distended as if she were trying to smuggle a tennis ball just past those wet folds. She let her fingers wander lower and was struck once again by how hard her normally soft lips felt now that they were holding a wolf in.

After the discomfort faded into warmth and fullness that went beyond what words could describe, Emma tried to move around a little. Tugs she knew would be quite painful so she settled for swaying her hips a little. The little bit of motion made a lot of difference, and soon she found herself giving her lupine hubby a lap-dance as her whole lower body tingled from the sensation of the knot shifting within her, rubbing all the right spots inside her hard as she swayed and swiveled her hips.

She felt a climax coming on, rush of pleasure beckoning to her to surrender and ride it out. On some strange whim Emma resisted, continuing to grind her hips against the panting wolf’s crotch. She bit her lip, her hands pressed against Chris’ fluffy chest to steady herself as she pushed herself to dizzying heights, her sex pulsing and quivering widely as the canine cock trapped within it shifted and throbbed, adding fuel to the fire Emma was stoking within herself.

She cried out when the strain became too much, throwing herself on top of her bog bad wolf as she lost control over her body. The beast she was holding seemed to grow twice as big as her muscles clamped down hard, clenching over and over around the pulsing length, coaxing a growl from Chris’ muzzle before coaxing a torrent from his shaft.

The blasts of wolf-milk were strong enough for her to feel, and she found herself pressing her lips to Chris muzzle in a desperate, sloppy kiss as she took his seed. Her breasts were pressed flat against his curved chest, the beat of that mighty lupine heart thrilling her even though she could feel it more keenly between her legs.

She writhed on top of him, feeling goose-pimples rise across her naked back as her whole front luxuriated in the feel of warm fur on bare skin. She felt desperate to be close to her husband even though they would be literally inseparable for the next ten minutes or so. Chris seemed to feel the same since she could feel the rumbling coming from his chest and soon enough felt a pair of paws on her lower back as he wrapped her forelegs around her. She continued to kiss and writhe against him, ignoring the way this made his dewclaws scratch against the bare skin of her back and the little jolts of pain from her nethers whenever her wriggling tugged on their tie.

“Oh God Chris I love you… I love this!” she moaned, surprising herself with words tumbling from her lips without asking the brain’s approval.

But she did love it, now that there was no fear involved. She loved being joined like this, she loved the way she felt like he was claiming her with every streak of warm seed he shot into her womb. She loved that her lover was so warm and fluffy, she loved feeling his tail wagging behind them and loved these puppy-dog kisses. I love the way he feel under me. So damn cuddly… were her thoughts when exhaustion presented its bill and her lights went out.

*******

“Oh my God! Finally, we’re a match!” Emma gushed, jumping for joy after keeping calm and collected during the ride home.

“Although I bet you didn’t think we’d match like this a few weeks ago, huh?” Chris replied, wondering if it was possible for a wolf to wag their tail so hard they dislocate it. Emma, it seemed, was determined to find out.

“Well… we’d pent years together as two humans. And then the back and forth thing… We’re due some quality wuff time, aren’t we?” the panting bitch in front of him asked, her ears perked and her golden eyes twinkling.

What had started out as an accident not so long ago turned into a break-through. It took a lot of grueling work but they’d turned what had looked like a curse into a stable spell. There had been a few that could make slight alterations to the human body matrix, but they were the first to bear an enchantment that allowed humans to turn into something other than humans – at will. Dr. Gunderson had done him a favor by displaying a complete lack of curiosity when the two of them requested not to have the magic simply purged from them. And Emma had to wonder just how much Rhonda had guessed. The doctor had taken her aside to tell her -purely as a point of interest, of course- that she was human deep down and that the shape she’s in when she conceives won’t get in the way of her delivering a healthy human baby. Although the doctor did suggest staying human for the second half of such a pregnancy, since a baby would be a bit heavy for a she-wolf to carry.

“C’mere…” she said, folding her ears back as she thrust her muzzle out at her lupine hubby. It was a bit awkward at first but after they tilted their heads they managed to pull of a satisfying kiss, one that made them eager to satisfy other urges.

“Ooh, I’m almost nervous! I’ve been a human mounted by a wolf, a wolf mounted by a human, but this is kind new, isn’t it?”

“Mounted? So were not even considering other positions?” Chris asked, using his new proficiency in telepathic speech to imbue his mental message with a healthy serving of sarcasm.

“Well at least for the first time. I mean, we know that works, right? Except… maybe we don’t do the butt-to-butt thing? It looks kinda… silly.”

“So you’re going to carry my weight the whole time we’re tied?”

“Well… yeah? Wuff strong!” Emma insisted, stretching out the lean if fluffy lupine body to prove her point. “Here, let me get you started…” she said, surprising her husband by ducking under him and sticking her muzzle in his crotch. A few sniffs were enough to coax the rosy tip out, and once she had the nimble lupine tongue soon had inches slipping out to enjoy the tongue-lashing. She was surprised when she felt a cold hard nose-pad nudge her own sex, realizing that with her head down and her tail out she’d given her hubby great access to her own privates.

Emma felt her tail wag and smiled a literally wolfish grin as she pictured Chris dodging the bushy appendage as he got busy under it. It was tempting to see how far they could get with this peculiar sixty-nine, but she had a craving for something more substantial. She stopped her licking once she saw the bulge of her husband’s knot swelling his sheath. They’d learned a while ago that a wolf had pretty good aim while his shaft was only sticking part way out, but once the knot slipped out the whole thing just dangled wildly, which would be a setback now that neither of them had human hands to get it where it was supposed to go.

“Okay now, playtime’s over! Time to be an alpha and breed your bitch!” Emma insisted, pulling her muzzle away from her hubby’s red shaft and hiking her tail up.

“You know you’re not in heat yet, don’t you?” Chris said, since the first thing they’d done (before stripping off their clothes and donning their fur) was to flush Emma’s remaining birth control pills.

“You’re lucky I’m not! The smell alone is probably gonna drive you wild once I am…”

“Well they did tell me I could take a little break from work after all we’ve been through. So when you do go into heat I’ll just stay home and keep you company…” he said, rearing up and fastening his forepaws around the she-wolf’s slender waist.

“Ooh, that sounds like fun! We can spend days just – hey! Ba careful back there! I know I’m not in heat but this is mating practice. You aren’t going to make any puppies by breeding that…” she said after a powerful poke just under her tail.

“Sorry, can’t really see what I’m doing and you can’t lend a helping hand this time…” he replied.

Emma wasn’t sure if she believed him, but she couldn’t blame him either. They’d gotten a lot more comfortable with each other since their life was turned up-side down, and abut for days ago they’d even done that… Not that they’d planned to. Emma had just been bent over for her wolf and very much in the mood when his tongue went a little higher and stroked against her pink pucker. She hadn’t been sure if that was wolf-Chris’ way of asking, but she was so far along that she had her hands on her cheeks before she even thought it through. Chris took that to mean that she wanted him there and the whole thing had ended with her taking a wolf up the butt, mercifully not including the knot.

It had been a very… memorable night but it wasn’t what she was in the mood for now. She fought the urge to pant as Chris began to stab lower and lower until one lucky thrust caught her spade. A yelp was torn from her long lupine throat, her ears flat against her head as she held a lupine shaft in a lupine sex for the first time. And while her human femininity hadn’t minded taking such a bestial erection, her ‘fortune-cookie’ was quite obviously made for what Chris was pushing into her.

And it wasn’t like they couldn’t mix it up. But right now with a male on her back, strong forepaws wrapped around her waist and a hard, twitching lupine rod pushing into her she was blissfully happy with the way they matched. And as her mate humped away at her she wondered what they’d look like to anyone who happened to see them like this. Wild animals lost in the throes of rutting, or a couple making love?

A wild couple lost in the throes of rutting lovemaking? Yeah, sounds about right…

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