Meeting a Werewolf
Swirls of light. Bright blues, greens, purples, and oranges fluttering around in the night sky. Moon slowly moving amongst the stars. My hands in my lap, they are cold, they feel each other but no one else. Grass stains on my jeans on the knees, a rip on the white shirt that dangles from my limbs and from my body.
I'm lonely.
I feel warmth but only from myself, I know I'm safe, but that's it--- there's no danger if he doesn't press outside of the night that I create for myself. Things are hidden within shades, they dance around but not with me. Things are too fast. They whirl and laugh and play but I can't interact, my fingers slip around the shadows and can't hold on.
My vision gets blurry. Moving too fast. Heart speeds up. Unnatural. I can't catch up with my eyes. Too tired.
I fall, face forward, hitting the ground with flourish of dust.
...
Someone picks me up. It is warm. It smells good. I open my eyes, vision still blurry. I see something fuzzy. No, furry. A wolf? It tilts its head; it seems confused. It presses its nose against my throat, sniffling. It doesn't seem hungry. Maybe it thought I was hurt. Why is he here? The wolf smiles at me, revealing a little bit of pearly white pointed canine. I gasp and wince. It blinks, then slides its tongue over my lips.
I blush.
It sees that, picks me up in its bulging, muscular arms... rippling with strength, it seems, as it starts to run quickly. Trees and flowers and the stars above move so fast. So different than the darkness. The wolf looks down at me. I tilt my head now. It smiles, and raises its head to pay attention to where it wants to go. I'm a slave to it, the moving, the wind blowing through my hair and over me and making me shiver. It's cold. But the wolf curls its arms, pressing me against its chest, pectorals like steel as I embed my face into it. It smells nice. I have to note that again. A strange scent that makes me unconsciously warm and stir strange feelings inside. I can't shake that sensation off.
It stops. I look around.
We're in a house. The hill I found myself on is far away, almost beyond the horizon, and the moon shines with a strange fullness I've never noticed before. It's brighter, like someone turned the contrast all the way up on it. The house is small, just one room... like a cottage. A candle is burning dimly in the corner, next to a large bed... it looks comfortable. There's nothing else. I suppose the wolf would go out and hunt for his meals...
The wolf sets me down on its bed. It holds its paw up, flat.
"You want me to stay here."
It nods. Strangely enough, I feel compelled to agree... but it is a huge wolf. Not monstrous, but it could have been close. I look it over from the front, now that I can see it. Muzzle, pointed ears, bright golden eyes, black moist nose... charcoal gray fur, with lighter highlights towards the center. Strong body, built almost like two trucks and...
... the wolf is not an it, but a he.
I blush again. I look away in embarrassment, I must have been ogling him... the sight of a... sheath? Is that what it's called? I remember watching some animal show, dog breeding... I suppose all canids could be the same. And below that, a scrotum--- full, with actual testes the size of the average grapefruit. I couldn't believe my eyes, I could feel the burning in my cheeks. When I turn around, mouth open to apologize... he's gone.
I blink. I suppose he might have gone out to get food? Maybe drink? I don't know, I feel weak still anyway. I can't help but climb to the head of the bed, laying my head on a pillow (how soft it is, must be real down in it) and closing my eyes for just a second.
I feel something wet on my forehead. Something cold and moist. I shake off the sleepiness, and the big wolf is licking my face. I blink, eyes open wide in a little bit of shock. Was he tasting me? Do I taste delicious (oh god, that sounds awful, doesn't it)? He whimpers, and I tilt my head again in confusion. He holds out a cup. I take it and look into it... but whatever is in it, it's too dark to see inside of it. It sloshes around, so, at least it's a liquid, sounds thick though. The wolf nods happily. I shrug and put it to my lips. It smells familiar, like the wolf, something that makes me feel warm but... I feel something else. But it makes me blush.
All of a sudden, the wolf barks. I gasp in surprise and fall backward against the bed, the cup flying out of my hand and I watch it tumble backwards and the contents falling onto my face, and into my mouth--- agape the entire time. The taste confuses me, creamy and viscus, but slowly I realize its familiarity. I look down at his crotch as he presents himself with a wink, giving a flex, showing off his masculine physique. I see his cock. It drips with something. Something that matches the same kind of texture as what I accidently drank---
It's his cum. Fresh. Gooey. Wow.
The wolf grins toothily. I blink. Everything becomes fuzzy again, and I moan... my skin feels warm, my face starts to ache. Hell, not just my face now... but everything. But pleasure builds up in me... the pain fading away as I gasp, dropping the cup. The wolf is watching me with its piercing golden eyes as I cough, strange itchiness covering my body as I stare at my hands. Fur. White fur. It quickly grows all over. I cry out as my ears rearrange themselves at the top of my head, where my hair is... I feel for them. I could hear the cartilage shifting, more bones crackling as my body gains mass and definition. My abs ripple for a moment, as what was a slight bit of fat redefines it self into a nice slab of muscle. I clench my teeth as now an unnatural warmth covers my face. It starts to change--- nose and mouth pushing outward to form a muzzle. I groan as I feel something press out from my hip in the back... a tail? It slips out from my skin, unfurling into a fluffy white thing that I wag.
My groin starts to feel... different. I look down, watching as my human anatomy shift. Fur grows over my scrotum, the white hairs spreading and growing. My testicles throb once, pleasure shooting up my spine as I quiver, panting, sac bulging outwards and dangling farther as each ball grows to golf ball size. My penis retreats into me, being enveloped in a fuzzy tube of sorts, pressing against my stomach.
The other wolf smiles brighter. He moves close to me, and I back up against the wall. Why? Why me? His nose wiggles. I blink a few times, swallowing nervously. He gets onto the bed, cornering me, and I whimper. I'm not human anymore, and this wolf changed me. Does he want me? His tongue presses against my lips and I sigh softly, giving into what he wants, opening my muzzle and letting him slide it in... with it, a kiss as I suckle gently yet playfully on his tongue, his paws on my sides as our tongues fight a battle that neither of us would mind losing, at this moment. And during the kiss, one paw slides down my lap and against my new private area and squeezes, his other paw curling around my new sac and giving that a nice firm squeeze as well.
And I nearly fell off the bed, pleasure now redefined... never having felt stimulated in that way before. I buck my hips up into his grip and I gasp. His finger sliding into my sheath, running along the inner walls that weren't there even minutes ago, and I lean back... thrusting upwards into the intruder. I feel my shaft inflate a little... it bulges, pressing against the finger and I whimper. He knows I'm becoming aroused, and gives a devious little smile as he presses me down against the mattress now, spreading my legs and asscheeks, then pressing my legs up and nearly to my head. I groan as he leaves my sheath unattended, wondering where he is going and...
Oh Gods.
I feel something wet and warm against my rear entrance. It must be his tongue and he licks over my hole a few times. My tail wags as my cock's head throbs, pressing out into the cold air, already dotted with what I can see as pre fluid. And then he slides that slick tongue into my bowels and I cringe, squeezing my muscles around it, his tongue long enough to touch something that makes my body tingle. He pulls it out and presses his nose against my tailbase, as he starts to make out with my tailhole. I whimper and arch my back as pre sprays out onto my chest. The scent of my want, my heat filling the room and my canine nose twitches as I'm sure the gray wolf notices...
And then he pulls his tongue out, and I feel something else replacing the tongue. Something warmer, something thicker... and it slowly presses into me, as he presses his lips against mine again and we kiss. I could taste... myself. I realize it when his tongue wrestles with mine, and his maleness goes in deeper, going at a safe pace to not injure me. Jolts of pain strikes at my nerves. It hurts, but I could feel a small bit of pleasure just leaking through. He intensifies his kissing, suckling my tongue as I reach around and grab onto him, holding his back tightly. And as we break our kiss, his eyes don't stray from mine, making sure I'm safe. I feel warm, his paws holding my sides softly, giving me a light squeeze as I feel his throbbing shaft rub my insides, finally ending with it pressing against my prostate and I feel another tingle. Another jet of pre splashes up and hits our faces. I whimper. It feels so good. His tongue tickles my gums, then moistens my lips as he murrs in my muzzle. He starts to withdraw his wolven cock out. And then he thrusts back into me. I blush and squeeze my muscles as best as possible. I'm rewarded with a moan, and then a grunt as he repeats the cycle of gracing me with his maleness and then pulling out... again and again. I rock with him, the bed squeaking with every movement. We set up a slow but enticing rhythm together. His thickness rubbing up and down my insides, my cock throbbing with every moan-inducing thrust.
He starts to speed up and I have no option but to go with him, his thick shaft spreading and opening me wider with every push. The wolf seems to get harder... his cock growing inside my bowels, starting to slam into my now being abused tailhole. I close my eyes and whimper, quivering in his grasp, pleasure tingling all over when I feel his thick meat touch me just right. And then I feel something even larger, something almost twice the girth start to be forced into me. His knot. But it feels so good, and I know my cock is throbbing and dripping my own fluids and messily forced into my fur as he thrusts repeatedly. I hear a pop and whatever it was pressing against me was now in me. He ruts rapidly and it just tickles my prostate and everything seems to brighten as I cry out and he howls, and I feel cum gushing into me. It's warm, gooey... so much being forced into my body that it actually starts to leak out onto my bottom, slowly trickling down to the fabrics of the bed. And his climax forces mine to appear in fountains of pearly white ooze that sprays over the both of us, making things messy and sticky. But so much pleasure... warm inside and outside, tingling with the afterglow of our sex.
He kisses my cheek and I blush, although I'm sure my face was a permanent state of pink the entire time. I feel tired, and he must too, as he turns the both of us around and he spoons around me. He wraps his arms around my waist and we sleep, stickiness cooling on our fur, the scent of sex fading and harsh breathing from love-making becoming soft and deep breaths.
- FIN 5/22/07