A beneficient bite
---A Beneficient Bite---
(yiff, m/f, human/anthro-balloonie, tf, pop)
-The bite of the beauty-
The drinking capacity of Jerry Fannigan was legendary in the village where he lives. 7 litres of beer disappeared into him until he was completely drunken. He wished his friends in the tavern "The Boozing Boar" a good night and wanted to leave, when his friend and neighbour Patrick Sorgensen stopped him and shouted:
"Jerry, me lad! *hic* D'you wanna sway boozed up through the dark wood? You've to be nuts!"
"S-shure! Ya know me wife. She'll kill me if I don't come back tonight." ,answered Jerry and stumbled through the door.
Like in all hamlets there were rumours about certain places. The people said, that a woman lost her way in the McGregor Forest, because a man from Jerry's hometown Stanswood had sent her in the wrong direction. According to the rumors a female wolf had rescued her and had brought the lost woman to her cave. As the lost woman lived together with the wolf, she converted into some kind of wolf-like creature that roams the Mc Gregor Forest to take bloody revenge on all men who dare entering her new home. Jerry remembered the story as he walked into the threatening darkness of the forest.
"Tch, that's crap! She's already a dish for maggots ." ,he shouted in bad mood and tried to fight the whirling images of his surrounding.
He was walking home one the North-South Road, which leads directly to his farm, but he did not mention that he leaved the path. The hunter moon illuminated the forest with its pale, white light. There weren't any sounds except the noises of the wind blowing in the crowns of the trees and the howling of a wolf pack.
"Fuckin' dogs! Come close and I slam me knife in ya 'eads!" screamed drunken Jerry into the night, drawing his knife from its sheath on his belt.
This knife is a heritage of Jerry's grandfather, who had claimed to be a werewolf hunter, who died trying to kill the female werewolf in the McGregor Forest. The neighbours had a different opinion. The thought he had fallen down a gorge in the night. The villagers found only his knife. The corpse is still missing.
"I bet these dogs devour'd me grandfather. When we meet I'll ..." he said and made clumsy stabbing movements while he was close to fell over his own feet.
Luckily, he put the knife back into the sheath before he hurted himself. After making a few steps further, he got caught within thorn branches, which ripped his trousers and legs. Shouting loudly he escaped the hurtful, thorny bushes. Warm blood ran down his trousers, painting it red. He did not notice that the smell of his blood lured something with big appetite. He continued walking through the darkness for three minutes until he heard something suspicious. The breaking of branches! "Jerry turns around staggering.
"Huh? Who's there?! Pattrick? Stop that shit or get beat'n up!"
His shouting was answered with a loud growl. It was too deep to match with Pattricks high-pitched voice. Jerry turned around rapidly and tried to flee, what could be considered as suicide in his dizzy state, but did he have a choice? After 200 metres, a big grey-coloured figure broke through the shrubs.
"Aww, damned! This thing's a giant!" ,screamed the drunken dairy farmer in mere panic.
He did not think of fighting in spite of his knife. He's a farmer, not a superhero! Then his flight came to a sudden end. Two powerful hands pushed him brutally against a tree. Hands? He glanced at them and saw except from the black claws human-like hands. Their skin reflected the moonlight like a lake of mercury, but Jerry wasn't interested in such details. His life was in danger! Panic took control of his body.
He trembled and whimpered: "P-please! Don't kill me!"
The figure turned him around by force and pressed him against the tree again, fixing his armwrists with its mighty claw-hands. He stared in the sapphire-yellow coloured eyes of a wolf's head. He breathed rapidly. His trembling became stronger.
"O please, no! I've never lead somebody the wrong way, I swear! Please spare my life." ,he whimpered.
The creature showed its teeth, but something was strange to Jerry. It looked like the seducing, devilish smile of a human. The face of the beast came closer. He felt two round objects pressing against his chest.
"Ah, right. The werewolf was female." thought Jerry.
He made a surprised face, because he could see the trees through her light grey fur. Was she a ghost or something like that? But a ghost is not able to fix somebody to a tree. An intensive, chemical smell rested on her silver shining skin. It was definitely not the smell of an animal or a human. His fear washed away the fog created by the alcohol, so that he noticed another thing that was special to her: there were no hairs on her whole body but it was as smooth as glass. She released his armwrists and pulled down his trousers, then his shirt flew onto the ground.
"What are you doin' ...?" ,he wanted to ask, but then he knew what the beast supposed him to do. She was still a lonely woman in spite of her feral appearance ...
As he stood in the dark forest undressed (what strenghened his trembling) the monster pressed itself stronger against him. Her skin was strange, but fascinating: smooth and heavenly soft. It was cold until it was warmed by Jerries body heat. He had never seen another animal with such a skin. Her muzzle was pushed on his mouth, then he felt her tongue creeping into him: a soft and swift thing which released a slight chemical taste. He tried to think of his wife.
"Dare not even think of erecting, damned! My wife's a hag but marriage is marriage. And my 'lover' is a bloody werewolf! The neighbours would give a shit about me!" he thought obstinatedly, but it didn't help.
Her soft, affectionate body and the inhibition killing alcohol made his blood boiling. He saw no opportunity to flee, so he joined her interesting game. His member reacted promptly what enlarged the smiling of the beast.
"She's really smiling" ,thought Jerry, "So she has a human-like mind. Animals don't smile."
Her tongue slipped out of his mouth and her lovely hips pressed against his. Instinctively he grabs her buttocks and pulls her against him.
"Who are you? What's ypur name?" ,he asked with shortened breath, while the most valuable part of his body disappeared into her.
It did not feel like flesh. As a dairy farmer he knew it exactly . He has to do a lot of examinations by himself, when the vet has not been in town. Her inner skin was even softer and smoother than her normal skin, but it was still able to produce stimulating pressure on Jerrys little friend. She tried to speak, but only a coughing bark came out of her muzzle. It sound like "Miranda" or "Amanda". She felt embarrased by him and pushed him even stronger against the tree until Jerrys solid spine groaned. She bared her ivory teeth.
He wiggled and hissed: "Hey! If you break my back, you kill my little friend, too!"
She calmed down as she saw the pain in Jerrys face (and believed his threatening words) and lowered the pressure on his spine. She continued moving her hips rhytmically. Jerry moaned relieved as the hurtful pressure on his spine was lowered, but the delightful pressure on his member was increased. He put his hands on her hips and kissed her neck. First, he growled distrustful, but then she gave in to his caresses. He could threat her live, but he did not know. If he would know which material her skin is made of and how vulnerable she is he would not have been afraid at all. Jerrys mind was drowned with luck, he kissed her with passion, banished his wife from his memories. His fear disappeared completely.
"Damn, what am I doing here? I'm making love with a werewolf." ,he thought embarrassed and was close to laugh out loud, but he could swallow his laughter down in time.
Jerry was afraid of being punished again. Suddenly, 10 sharp, aching impulses ran through his hips. She scratched him by accident, when her hands grabbed his buttocks.
"Aw! Be careful!" ,screamed Jerry at her.
And again, he was pressed hurtfully against the the tree.
"Calm down. I didn't want to shout at you, honey."
Shortly after his excuse, scratching sounds could be heared at the trunk of the tree. Her growling changed from threatening to and expression of highest pleasure. Jerry reached the peak of lust and unleashed the product of his manhood into her, much to the joy of his mistress. He leaned relaxed against the tree and moaned "Oooooh yes!" His lover hugs him intensively and released a long and pleased whimper. Jerry felt some kind of liquid at the part of his body, which was hidden in her. She murred something that sounds like "a gift for you", then the fierce pain of a bite ran through his neck.
"Aw, dammend. You've bitten me!" ,screamed Jerry with surprise.
She tried to escape when she was hit by a vengeful stab of Jerry's knife. A thundering roar of pain echoed in the forest, followed by a constant hissing sound. She swayed deeper into the forest and disappeared. Jerry stood there paralysed by her roar and put the knife back into its sheath.
"Ouch! What kinda present is THIS?!" ,murmured the naked farmer and wiped off the outcoming blood from his neck.
The wound burned like fire. Confused, the tried to find the way home, but did not notice a strong root in front of him and tripped over it. His head slammed against a rock and he fainted.
-The beast inside a man-
While the injured, adulterous Mr. Fannigan woke up, there was an even more threatening view as last night: his wife with a strong iron pan in her hand. She had made the plan to hammer it on his booze-fueled head.
"You lazy, binge-drinkin dirtbag!" ,she shouted at him, "I nearly collapsed in panic while you lied around naked in the forest and slept peacefully."
Then, she noticed his injuries: the deep scratches at his hips, the incinerated bite at his throat, the cut at his head and his torn leg skin.
"Oh my god! You poor one! What happened to you?"
Jerry was too confused to answer to her. He blabbered like a child. Mrs. Fannigan collected his clothes and threw her husband over her shoulder with her strong arms and carried him home. He lied close to his farm, about 200 metres away. The stableboys chuckled as Mrs. Fannigan walked to the farm house with her naked husband over her shoulder.
"Stop grinning, you bigheads and feed the cattle or i'll kick your lazy butts." she shouted loudly and the stableboys obeyed at once.
Susannah Fannigan had except to her musculous arms normal proportions, tending to slight chubbyness. Her long, black hair covered with a red headscarf rested on her shoulder. She had green, severe looking eyes which had seen too much of Jerry's nonsense to produce a smile. She sighed.
"Boozehead! You'll kill yourself one day! Nothing but trouble with you."
The whole day she asked him questions about what happened in the forest last night, but her husband gave her the unsatisfactory answer: "If I tell you what happened, you'll send me to the psychatrist ... or kill me instead."
As he asked him fifth time, he added: "You know ... I've got a strange feeling ... I need you tonight, hon." and showed his teeth in a frightening way.
Jerry didn't know that the bite was responsible for his fiery lust. He stared at her seducingly. His wife rised her eyebrows in surprise. Sexual contact was the same to her as Christmas: it comes once per year and she never gets what she wants. She even thought about starting something with the good-looking stableboy Daniel. Luckily, the poor boy did not know anything about the desires of his employer. To live with the knowledge that your lustful boss stands behind you and watches you can be quite unpleasing. Her interest in Jerry have been gone for a long time, but something has changed: his voice and his smell had become really attractive to her. It seemed that his voice was deeper. As the moon rised and the stableboys returned to their barracks, they finally stood inside their sleeping room. Mrs. Fannigan watched her alcohol-affine husband bored while she crossed her arms in front of her chest. "And what are you going to do now?" she nagged in a special, female way.
"I'm going to ... " ,mutters Jerry and stared at her with the eyes of a beast. His wife bend forwards.
"You're going to do what?" she asked, when something frightening happened to her husband.
The base of Jerry's spine became longer and revealed a tail. He screamed with surprise. His face also became longer, nose and mouth molt together into a muzzle, an impressive set of predator teeth was formed. She jumped back in fear.
"What the ..." was everything what she was able to say.
She was shocked and fascinated by what she saw. Jerry turned into a werewolf. He grew taller. His muscles became stronger.
"Hrrhrr! D'you like what you see, hon?" he growled with the charming voice of a professional bass singer.
He looked seducively at his wife with his yellow glowing eyes. His black furs bristled with his growing lust, but suddenly he felt really sick. His mutation wasn't over yet!
"And what happens now?!" ,he grumbled in cramps.
His pitch-black fur melted away like candle wax, turned into a smooth substance similar to the skin of his forest lover and covered his skin everywhere. A feeling follows, as if his bowels turned into liquids, too. His heart stopped beating. He was able to breathe, but he did not do it automatically. But he did not feel dead like somebody whose heart stopped beating. His former organs became part of his skin. The liquids dissapeared and all that remained was a gas filled emptyness.
"What ... is all this about?" , he asked confused, then he stood there in all his beauty: a 1,85m tall inflatable werewolf.
Black, the moonlight reflecting rubber kept his air in place. Sapphire-yellow eyes radiating with strengh and passion stared out of his wolf skull. He touched his body. His skin moved backwards easily and squeaked quietly. His wife laughed with joy and clapped her hands.
"Ooooh yes! I always wanted 'a beast in my bed', but I did not even dream of a werewolf." she shouted enthusiastically and grabbed his squeaking back with both hands.
He stopped surprised. "Wait a minute. I know this stuff!" she said and scratched her head, thinking.
The guys from the city use this thing, if they don't want to have children, but she could not remember the name. The skin of her husband felt the same way, but it was much thicker. She hugged him tightly and was surprised that there REALLY was nothing more but air in him.
"You're completely empty inside ... and wonderful soft."
"Be careful, you tormentor! Stop squishing me!"
"Shut up you mean thing or I'll pop you with my sewing needles."
After this moment of anger, she gave him a look full of delight. "Come on, darling. Forget about the arguments of the past ... years. I want to find out if you not only look like an animal but if you have the same endurance ..."
"Ooookay." he said smirking.
She pulled her light-build husband into their bed and undressed herself. Jerry was already undressed ... and had private parts matching to his bigger body. She snuggled up his warm, smooth back and discovered a nuzzle at the back of her transformed husband.
"And she huffed and puffed and her darling received mythical proportions!" she giggled, opened the transparent nuzzle and blew lots of air into him.
"Do not overinflate me. I don't want to wake up in pieces."
"You want to be a werewolf? You sound like a pup. I'll take care."
She went on inflating him until he was big enough for her. He filled the whole space of the king-size bed alone! She laid on him, kissed his body with pleasure. For years she felt nothing more than disgust for her husband, but the love seemed to return. He was so ... smooth, cuddly, soft, vulnerable. He did not stink like a brewery any more, but smells like rubber and musk. She pressed strongly against him and felt like spellbound, but something terrible happened: Jerry could not tame his big mouth.
"O jeez! The woman who made a werewolf out of me was a real lady. She was a dominant, powerful female werewolf. She took me as I stand there leaning against a tree. You're bloody boring!" ,he said and laughed out loud.
Tha was enough! All the years he mistreated her, laughed about her, tortured her with his mean comments. Now he'd got to pay for it!
"You'd embarrased me and played tricks on me for years and now you cheated me! Now YOU will feel what pain is." she whined, stand up and jumped with full force onto him.
He deformed for a second, the a loud thunder rolled through the darkness of the night. Her husband bursted into thousand pieces! As she realised what she had done, she weeped bitterly. She collected the scraps of her husband in mere despair.
"Oh my god! It can't be! I've killed him."
She hugged what remained from her husband, when she felt something wet at her belly and her arms, but it was not her tears. She stood up and examined the rubber pieces. He melted to a puddle. "What is this?", she whispered when a wolf's head reassembled from the molten mass.
Her eyes became bigger when the black, rubber-skinned werewolf male appeared again and jumped back in surprise.
"Jerry!" ,she screamed, but he didn't react.
Slowly, a torso grew out of the puddle, after it arms, legs. He was not dead! As the werewolf was whole again, he smiled friendly at the farmer. She stared back confused.
"He smiles? I'v just treid to kill him!" ,whispers a voice in her head.
"Hello, my lady. Would you be so kind and tell me your name?" ,he asked politely while scratching his head thoughtful, what produced loud squeaking sounds. "And who am I? I can't remember anything."
The farmer had a great idea. An unused, untainted man who she could form to a romantic lover? And his open, animal charm appealed to her. She HAD to use this oppoturnity!
"Your name's Joseph ... Joseph Fannigan. You're my husband. A polite, caring and (she glanced in a frightening, love-hungry way at his loins) 'active' man ... werewolf man. You just wanted to prove your love to me." she said faltering.
She was not a talented story-teller and hoped and that he did not hear the nervousness in her voice, but he crossed his arms before his chest and shook his head.
"I know what you try to do, lady." he said and gave her a serious look.
She tilted her head in shame and was close to crying when the werewolf put his arms around her.
"But why not?"
She looked up amazed. He blinked with his right eye.
"It's a pleasure to play this role for such a beautyful woman. But there's a small problem: I can't change my form anymore. It's the result of popping. The human memories and form disappeared."
Mrs Fannigan gulped with shame.
"Erh, you did it on purpose?"
"He was a nasty bastard. He embarassed me for years and at last he cheated on me. He told it when we sleep together and laughed at me!"
Joseph stroked her cheek.
"What a mean guy! It must have been a torture for you." he said and looked at her with sympathy. Then he came back to the former topic. "Well, I will stay in the form of a werewolf FOR EVER. This will cause trouble with your neighbours, because they won't be tolerant enough for our relationship .. and the church thinks the same way (laughed rough)..."
She pressed against him strongly and with much passion.
"Tch! I give a shit on my neighbours! They can blabber what they want! If they want to hurt you, they first have to pass me and my shotgun." ,whispered Susannah fanatically.
Her big breasts squished his black, shiny body what he commented with a pleased, quiet laughter. Then, something happened what she hadn't done with the 'boozehead' for a long time. Her 'first time' after years of abstinece, with a strong-bodied werewolf as lover! She shook with anxiety and aroused feelings. Joseph pushed his rubber muzzle on her mouth and kissed her.
"Relax a bit, my love. I won't bite ... unless you want it." He blinked again.
Sussanah breathed heavily and loudly, pushed his loins against her with her strong and broad hands that grabbed his shiny butt. Her body longed for the smooth, delightly smelling warmth of his airblown body. And for his hardened manhood, too that crowned his perfect appearance. He gave a pleased moan, as he entered into the depths of her lower body.
"Oooh ... I thought I am the hungry predator." ,whispered Joseph and grinned dumbly while he felt the moist warmth and the pressure of her inner body.
His tail wagged excitedly. The finger of his paw wandered over the strong spine of his lover, while his spine pushed forward again and again. She kissed her werewolf lover as she pushed herself with such a power against him, that his hips were compressed.
"Erh! You're incredibly strong." he groaned and panted for air.
She loosened her grip on him. "Sorry, my dear. It has been a long time, since I ..."
"Ah, I see. Don' t worry! It will not be the last time we've fun together." ,Joseph whispered in her ear and gave a mild smile.
He stepped back so that his litte friend slipped out of her, laid his hands on her shoulder and turned her. Then, he pressed his chest on her back. His hard, rubbery friend found his way back into her with extasy trembling body with ease. His paws rested on her hips. The upper body of Susannah rested on her blanket while she kneeled beside the bed. He nipped her neck with his teeth and pushed himself hardly against her. His rubbery loins arched around her broad backside, the it was pulled back rapidly to push again. Mrs. Fannigan pressed her hands into her bed, breathing roughly and deeply, making throaty sounds of sexual pleasure. More teeth rowed around her neck. She felt how she was fixed by his fangs, felt the impulses of his breath that blew around her neck. Her pelvis advanced his delight bringing meber that had been hidden in her. An explosion of wild, extatic feelings ignited in her enchanted mind. His dominant, but careful treatmend put a spell on the delighted farmer. He stroked her hair and growled quietly. Much to his surprise, his lover answered with a growl.
"Hrrrrrr! Joseph!" A clouded grin flitted over her face.
Instinctively, he pushed harder aginst her, his breath stagnated. Her growling drove him mad with lust. It was not a long way until he reached the peak of pleasure.
"How's your name, anyway, my beauty?" he whispered, interrupted by his body that gasped for breath.
"Susannah! My name's Susannah!"
Shortly after she told him her name, his inner volcano erupted. His bite became stronger, but not yet painful. A loud an long moaning came out of him. He pressed himself against her with enourmous power. The rubbery thing in her cleft teased her strong enough to erupt, too. After a long time of resting, her inner fire bursted out with such a power she had never administered before. She tore open her mouth, her heels of hand made the slatted frame creak loudly. Small drops and sweat and her liquid love united an fell to the ground. Snow was fallen into the thirsty body of the farmer Susannah Fannigan. Snow that she was longing for reams of harvests. She did not know how an inflatable creature like him could produce spooge, but she did not care in this moment.
"Bite me!" , she begged him, "Bite me and let me be the one for you."
He kissed her neck, the his muzzle came closer to her ears. "Are you serious with your proposal? You'll be like me every night, fearing silver and sharp objects, hungry, wild."
"Wild and hungry ... you're making my decision easier. Bite me! Bite me to make me your wife."
Joseph fulfilled her proposal with pleasure. Stinging pain ran through her neck. Dozens of sharp objects penetrated her flesh. After it, Joseph released her. Susannah wiped the blood of her neck and turned to Joseph.
"I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may now kiss the bride..." ,whispered Susannah and chuckled.
Joseph recognized, that she has been a predator long before they first met. He just issued the blessing to look like one. He kissed her with passion, jis smooth, velvety rubber tongue danced in her mouth. She nipped his butt with her hands and pulled him against her.
Then the werewolf loosened the grip of his tongue, looked into her emerald eyes and preached a loud "Amen!"
(c) Snowpaw