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The fever is boiling over me, wild passion and baser urges burning deeply into my mind and soul as I try to sleep off what the animal inside me hungered. Its lust is what ruined my life to this point, its yearnings to mate with any willing bitch crossing a line I never intended to step beyond. I hated what I had become, hated what the beast inside me tempted me into acting is if it was a natural urge; a common practice. The hunting and feeding off wildlife was one thing I came to accept; the submission to the will of the wolf during the night of a full moon another. Finding bliss in living in the body of an animal no longer felt appalling either.

It was the horrible act I committed in front of my best friend that reminded me that being a werewolf was not a blessing, but a curse.

The memory is fresh in my mind, even now is the reason I cannot not easily slumber; the memory of what I've done feeding into my inner wolf desiring to burst free tonight. It was like any other day as it always had been between me and my best friend, a name I will hold nameless for the rest of life to avoid the pain of what I caused him. We had been companions since grade school and practically had nearly everything in common. We seemed destined to be friends for life to the day we grow old and die. The one point our friendship had been tested was the night I discovered what slept within me without warning.

There was no answer to how this curse came to be. My parents were not werewolves and remain blissfully unaware of my affliction, thank heaven. I had never crossed paths with another werewolf or even a pureblood cousin, never bit or scratched. I never dawned any magical wears or ointments or practice any incantations or rituals. If I had wronged someone who apparently had been a witch or warlock wreaking their vengeance upon me with this curse I will never know it. The only fact that stood out is, somehow, I was a wolf. Whether by specific timing or something I had done to finally unleash the beast upon the world the wolf had enough slumbering waking within and forcing an unsettling change upon me one full moon night.

For several months I struggled with this curse alone, the first few times I barely held any memory of my accounts as the beast. Thankfully; I discovered that I never harmed an innocent person nor had the wolf gone out of its way to make its presence known to the world other than my town. I would wake up dirty and cover in leaves, sometimes back in my room and others in the woods, blood stained and sore. But I have become more intimate with the taste of blood and flesh, understanding the difference between a deer and a rabbit, and never have I tasted human flesh. Once I realized the wolf was not an absolute threat was when I began to accept what I was and, in turn, began to merge in mind.

I was no longer fully shut out when the transformations progressed, conscious through every bone crunching, body stretching moment from human to wolf, and further still after. I now was given the right to be in control of myself in my new form whether because I possessed a stronger will or the wolf allowed it. I could stay inside and wait out the night, fall straight to sleep till the new day, or continue my daily routine that my new form could allow. I tried it a few times...but my patience waned realizing I was beginning to enjoy the wolf's routine much more intimately. So I willingly found time to escape into the woods, let the wolf be free, and joined in on satisfying our needs as a wild animal of nature. And for a time; I was at peace with what I had become.

But I could not hide my curse for too long; my best friend began to question the change in my habits and with the absences of our time spent hanging out. I was afraid to show him what I had become in fear of ruining our friendship or worse. But I too was beginning to grow weary of keeping this a secret to myself, wanting someone to know what I am and hope of being accepted. I prayed my best friend would be that person, after all the years we had grown up together through many trails and hardships. I revealed my inner wolf one day, willingly forcing the changes, in front of my friend. At first he was struck with terror as I feared, flinching with every chance I tried to approach him in goodwill. Perhaps good fortune smiled down upon me shortly after as my friend found his courage and timidly ran his trembling hand over the brown coat of my neck. His shock was still consistent, but as he realized I was still present in mind and showed no intention of harming him he grinned and marveled, his terror fleeting.

That day was the happiest of my life. Knowing my best friend remained as such now with the knowledge of my curse pushed aside the dark clouds that tormented my mind. Nothing had changed with the exception that I could change freely around my friend if I so desired without recourse. I didn't have to hide the primal habits I had become accustomed to and worry that my friend would think ill of me. My friendship had remained intact and nothing would seem to ever dissolve it.

That was until the weeks that followed, the weeks that bombarded my weary head as I toss back my sheets and ready myself for the inevitable transformation the wolf craved.

My friend's parents had surprised him with an out-of-the-blue gift, a new furry companion in the form of a light grey and white Husky. I was unaware of this until a leap of absence from hanging with my best friend, having been invited to visit and later introduced to his new pet. Tensions rose the moment I met the Husky's gaze, the two of us staring as we stood in place with an unsettling awkwardness. There was one thing I came to realize when I became a werewolf; most animals became frightened or threatened by me. They could smell the lupine scent that was now forever mixed with my human musk; sense the beast inside and immediately believe I was a danger to them and those they feel inclines to protect. My legs were itching to rush to the front door and leave before my friend's pet could do any harm to me...or before I could do harm to it if the wolf found reason to do so.

But the events spiraled out into a different scene, one where the unshaken dog timidly approached me with her head and tail lowered in a sign of submission. Chancing to ease the canine's worry I kneeled and extended a hand for the animal to touch and sniff. The Husky accepted cautiously, and then its spirits were renewed as I proven I would do it or its master any harm. My eyes glowed relieving as the dog sparked alive with glee, its ears high and tail wagging as it let me take it in pet its soft thick coat adoringly. One possible tragedy had been adverted, and things continued on as it always had been between me and my friend.

But another was soon upon. My friend had named his pet Beatrix, a name suited for a female.

At first there was no sign of warning, no acts made visible between me and Beatrix while my friend was present. The elated Husky had grown fond of me and showed her excitement whenever I visited sticking to me like glue though never loosing favor for her master. She acted like any normal dog would around humans, simply friendly and affectionate whenever given attention or seeking it. But as time moved on I began to catch myself making strange advances around Beatrix. In turn; this whole mess was my fault as much as the wolf.

When my friend would leave the room for some time it left me and Beatrix with a moment to play or get to know each other better. It started out as nothing more than letting my animal side takeover to be better suited to play like an animal, exposing my fur and claws and fangs to the Husky little by little. We simply chased each other and tackled, doing stand-offs and wrestling that even most enthusiastic humans would do with their pet. Perhaps I had pushed myself too far.

In the thralls of our play my instincts would get the better of me and my focus on Beatrix became less of a playmate and more of something amorous. The feel of her fur and her animal form wrestling against mine was welcoming, consumed with wanting to run my hands and rub my body over as much of the Husky as I could. Beatrix showed little resistance as she expressed the same need with her affection, plentifully nuzzling my form and licking at hairy skin. I ignored the strangeness of our increased affection as nothing more than common traits between friendly animals playing.

It was the smell that should've warned me early on, the change in her scent that distorted my current perception. I had become accustomed to Beatrix Husky musk but what blended into it now drove me mad with a forbidden longing I should have never ignorantly dealt. Before I could come to my senses our eyes were drawn into each other, our tongues panted and licking against open lips and fangs, and my hands busy with caressing the animal curves of her haunches and rear. My mind was going blank as I started to feel an uneasy bulge brushing against my jeans, eager to unrestrained and seek a warm and moist valley to plow and sow. And the frightening part of that moment; Beatrix showed little bother of letting me do it; knowing now that it was her heat I smelled inflicting my emotions and desires.

I was lucky that my friend caught us that day before anything progressed; he simply chuckled at that it looked as if Beatrix had claimed her dominance over me from our play. I couldn't bear to tell him the truth, nor would I allow myself to even take advantage of his pet and soil our friendship. So I did my best to make some distance between me and Beatrix, making excuses to have her put outside when I was around though it only made the Husky anxious and depressed, whining as she tapped on the backyard door. When my friend could no longer keep her outside Beatrix would rush to me and shower me affection as if she never understood my preventive attempts. As long as I remained in the presence of my friend I could resist any instinctual temptations the Husky's actions and scent persuaded, doing my best to calm and satisfy her longing to be touched with the brush of her fur and nuzzle of our faces.

But there was so much I couldn't withhold the more the wolf within begged and howled to make me give in to the urges we felt. The day I cracked was only a week ago, the memory the wolf fed off tonight as my body quivered with anticipation, feeling the fur spread and my fangs and claws sprout as it played on.

My friend and his family had gone away for two days on a family trip, and they couldn't take Beatrix with them. A friend of the family was available to take care of her the first day, but they had no one to care for the Husky the second. My friend persuaded me to housesit that one night just to keep an eye on Beatrix knowing he trusted me the most and that Beatrix and I got along just fine. I tried to convince him to seek someone else, ashamed to reveal the dark feelings that had grown between me and his pet. It only made my friend question my reluctance further annoyed and displeased. I cave in to set my friend's mind at ease and not crack the foundation of our friendship. In hindsight; perhaps it would have been better to left him annoyed than furious.

As my hands and feet start to elongate and reshape into my inhuman paws my thoughts think back to the night it all went wrong. For most of the day Beatrix and I managed to get along find without rousing our intimate feelings, as if my friend and her master were in the same room. I began to believe that I had been imagining the whole issue and allowed myself to sink into my animal instincts to properly play with the Husky. I went farther than I ever did that day, casting off my clothes and allowing myself to transform in front of Beatrix, in a state where my body was thick with fur over my top and back of my skin, my paws shaped to its fullest, and my face protruding to a proto-muzzle to appear more animal than human. I could still speak in this state though I did little, vocalizing as an animal more to communicate. Beatrix was infatuated with my current form, rubbing her body against me so intimately that the wolf grew restless surfacing further with the extension of my tail wagging excitedly and my muzzle lengthening to its fullest. What changes finished; we played and chased each other around the house nearly knocking fixtures over and tearing up the living room. We were simply playing.

Our playing turned to fondling, my paws caressing her body like a lover and her body rubbing and nuzzling to that of her mate. Her heat whisked into my nose and immediately sent me into frenzy in my primal state. Our tongues entwined like before and I felt little resistance to stop this time. Being alone with no interference, the wolf felt it time to release my inhibitions and accept what our instincts urged us since I first met Beatrix.

It was a wonder that the Husky seemed to be aware of my future intent. Standing on all fours in bed as my loins throbbed and escaped its sheath the scene in my head mimicked feeling my erection rubbing against the Husky's haunches. Beatrix sensed it, turning her head to witness my burning lupine rod, and spinning around to where her rear positioned right at my snout and her snout lingering over my erection. I was mildly confused until the air of her heat washed over my snout, my angst doubled with pleasure as I barked and panted to the brush of her tongue lapping my pulsating extension. My nose twitched and sniffed nearer to the folds of her sex pressing gently at the engorged flesh formed. My mouth could no longer stand the waiting as my tongue washed over her sex, plunging deep inside the folds to taste her carnal nectar. Beatrix's body stood erect, her head high panting as she whined in primal pleasure enjoying every lap I gave to her, making the Husky tremble for more.

It was when I tasted her sweet lubrication showing she was eager to be mounted that I howled in joy before coming to my senses. I crawled out from under Beatrix, growling fiercely in irritation as I tried to scare off; to make her regret tempting me into this madness. It didn't seem to sway her emotions approaching me without fear as she tried to tempt me once more with her sensual caresses and nuzzling. I fell back into accepting her comfort and lust for a moment before snarling and shaking my head regaining control. I rushed to the other room where the backyard door was coaxing her to follow. My intention was to trick her to go outside so I could lock the door behind me and keep myself apart behind glass until the next day, when my friend and his family would arrive home.

But the wolf had other plans. My body continues to change, feeling my tail wiggle and wag as I let out a stifled howl of lust remembering what came next. I tricked Beatrix outside closing the door. But I had stayed outside, and I found no reason to return inside the house. We were alone in the backyard, the cool night air blowing gently around us as I joined Beatrix on the freshly mowed grass. Feeling relaxed and comfortable in my form outdoors I no longer held back the wolf's demand to surface completely, letting my fur spread entirely and my shape to reform to that of a wolf's until the transformation made me whole. Beatrix admired my fully changed appearance, circling me as she sniffed and rubbed her body to show her undying affection for me. I followed foot as I circled behind her, our snouts sniffing our behinds as a normal greeting between wolves and dogs.

We kissed with our tongues lashing between muzzles for a moment before Beatrix retreated and gazed upon the wolf that was once human. Her eyes gave a strange twinkle, something that felt reserved between human lovers, before her body language shifted back to its lustful posture circling me once displaying every notion that she wanted me to have her. Stepping back out in front of me Beatrix looked back with that same twinkle, her upper body lowered to the grass as her ream remained high; her tail curled and aside to make her sex visible and inviting.

My thoughts grow erratic at the next scene as my transformation nears its end, struggling to fondle my lupine erection with a free forepaw as the wolf and I relish to the memory of what we committed. Images jump around from gingerly smelling her pheromones and heat to the moment I submitted to my urges and mounted the horny Husky. It flashes forward mid-coitus as I remember feeling no more shame or regret, lost in the sea of sexual euphoria as I hump Beatrix wildly; the pleasure heightened sensing the Husky similar elation. The moment comes when my phallus becomes engorged and forms our knot within her walls; Beatrix's temple grows smaller and encloses upon my loins making our union inescapable. There was nothing more I cared for then to hurry my orgasm and fill my seed within my bitch, my mate, and revel in the bliss of our passionate union.

My beating paw slows to halt along with the intense sensation of pleasure as reality reminds me of my consequences. The memory continues on with shadows moving about behind closed curtains inside the house. The backyard door slides open as it is my best friend that wanders into the yard looking for me and his pet only to find me violating her. His eyes beamed sick astonishment, and his shock turns to terror as I find myself distracted and frustrated at my friend's interruption snarling fiercely for him to turn tail and leave us in peace. He does soon tripping up the brick steps back into the house shutting the door quickly. I can hear him speaking to his family trying to keep them away from the backyard as long as he could until my deed was done.

Sure enough I manage to slate my lust, pouring my potency into Beatrix, howling proudly at my accomplishment and in the quivering pleasure of gratification. Whatever my friend said or did to keep anyone from entering the backyard proved effective even if my howl stirred some curious onlookers to peek outside the windows. We were away from sight, collapsed and exhausted as my knotted loins continued its business in filling Beatrix with all my seed, tied until I could give no more and our sexes withered asleep. Both fueled by fright and instinct I immediately dashed out of the backyard and into the streets, running for the woods near this neighborhood howling my conquest to the world as I gave in to further urges, hunting and feeding to the wolf's content.

Panting in anxious need of my quivering rod I was too dishearten to please my urges as the memories of what came after that night flooded my mind. I had betrayed my best friend's trust, violated his beloved pet dog, and threatened him with violence when he interrupted my mating with Beatrix. He has all the right to be angry at me, though as prepared as I was for him to declare our friendship over the pain was still too great. I was speechless and crushed, scurrying away from his sight; feeling the phantom sensation of my tail between my legs. The past week a mourned and sobbed, hiding from the world so no one else could see the ugliness of my true nature; to deter myself from allow the wolf to seek out freedom. I'm so ashamed of myself that I vowed to never let the wolf get the better of me again, that the full moon was the only night it would ever be allowed to wander the earth as long as I lived.

Taking a seat along the edge of my bed transformed into my lupine self, retaining most of my humanoid physique, I realize now it will never be that easy to suppress my inner wolf. It has become more of me than I ever was human. I could claim further that the wolf was never a separate entity and that it was always me, the part that longed to return shedding the shackles of laws and modesty; my physical and spiritual representation of my id. How could I fight something that is me? Again defeated, I soak my tears into my forepaws, whining in sadness.

My desk rumbles alive as I find my cellphone vibrating, an incoming call. I wipe what is left of my tears as I stand on my hindpaws and grab the device; my forepaws still handle as human hands. I'm surprised to see the picture of my best friend along with his name and number. I'm nervous to answer the call, not ready to hear my friend continue to hurt me with his words as much as I hurt him with my actions. How would I even speak with my muzzle formed, sensing a difficulty to shift back now.

I drag my other paw over the screen accepting the call.

A few days have passed since that call; my friend asking me to go out to the woods with him tonight. I was shocked to find he was not as angry with me anymore, summarizing that he misunderstood my reasons for keeping my distance from his pet and my behavior when trying to turn down his request to housesit that night. He wanted to speak to me tonight about what we can do to mend our friendship. I've been overjoyed the last few days, ready to apologize and beg to fix our friendship. The last few hours though dread began to take place, believing all the different horrible things that could go wrong with this meeting, which my friend may really be planning something bad to get even with me. Heading into the woods to place he wanted to me I gradually began to accept that outcome. If hurting me or even killing me would ease any vengeance or hate he may still have upon me then so be it.

But why on the full moon? Why did he want to talk to me moments before the wolf awakens and I can do nothing to stop the changes? If this was a trap to hurt me, did my friend feel it necessary to seek his vengeance while in my animal state? I grew nervous as I discovered my friend where he said he be. To my surprise; Beatrix was with him. I began to sense this meeting was indeed going to turn bad.

We greeted and spoke about the past few days, my friend cutting short the idle chit-chat knowing the moon was rising and soon I would be unable to vocally talk. He explained how he was still bitter about what I had done to his Husky, that he feared he would never get the scene he witnessed out his mind for a long time. He then made a statement that dropped my beating heart; my friend was giving Beatrix to me. I tried to question why, if it was hard for him to look at his dog remembering what I had done or out of spite. I could not answer more as the wolf no longer could wait, clawing within knocking me to my knees; the heat of its presence burning over my body.

My friend admitted it was partially those reasons, but claimed that he will always still love Beatrix. As he walked up to me leaving the Husky by itself, oddly wincing where it stood, my friend told me he would see me again tomorrow if I wanted and continue to sort out the mess I had caused. I didn't understand why he was leaving so soon if this meeting had been about doing such that. He told me I would understand shortly, yet I was comforted by the authentic grin he gave me as he began to walk away. He said he would come back in the morning to pick both me and Beatrix up and that we would talk again then, shouting a strange remark for the two of us to have fun.

Was this some sick punishment or did my friend accepted me letting the wolf have its pleasure violating his pet again. I tried to call him back to understand his intent but soon became overwhelmed with my body shifting and rippling, a perverse sensation of euphoria mixed with the pain I had grown accustomed but never fully prepared. Nudging my limbs to move from its stiffen tensed position I hastily removed my clothes saving them from being torn and useless for the morning leaving to wither and growl as my body changed.

As I rolled onto my hands and knees, my paws immediately taking its shape and my upper body shifting to better suit my future quadruped posture, my feral eyes gazed back upon Beatrix, my concubine, as I eyes widened to what I was watching. Beatrix quivered and fell to the ground resting on her side as her size began to double, yelping with every painful pop and snap of her bones that stretched and realigned. There were little changes to her animal appearance other than her size, and yet when she looked to me I could see her eyes glow yellow like mine and her face shaping to match more closely to a wolf. As the activity over her body seem to dissipate mine continued stealing attention and drowning in the sensation of the wolf bursting forward. In little time my skin regain its thick pelt of brown fur, my face formed its lupine features, and my tail sprouted back where it always belonged. I was reborn again a creature both man and wolf, the wolf more dominating my appearance and mind.

As I gathered onto my knees, my eyes shut and panting heavily from the intense transformation as I startled by the familiar comfort of Beatrix's affectionate nuzzle, forgetting the sins of our past for a moment as I wrapped my forepaws around her body. Only when I realized there was more to her figure, and that I felt her paws run against my chest and shoulders like a human lover, that I opened my eyes and stared at wonder at what had become of the Husky.

Beatrix had changed; she was like me, a werewolf. I never thought it could be possible that I could infect an another animal with my curse, but Beatrix was living proof as she was kneeled before me, smiling with a blush underneath her furry cheeks as she covered her maw with one forepaw and rested the other upon her thighs. Her scent was there, but it smelled much more like a wolf than a dog now, and this scent attracted me more than it ever did.

I continued to forget what had led up this moment, any question to how I had cursed her fleeting to the feelings of lust I had for her again. This time it felt right, like this was how it was meant to be. Remembering my best friend shouting back for the two of us to have fun, I felt guilty taking up this offer after the hurt I had caused him, but the wolf...I wasn't about to turn down two gifts. The second was Beatrix herself, showing her love for me hadn't changed despite her new predicament, tackling me to the ground as she climbed on top of me and settled on my lap with amorous glowing eyes.

I brushed the fur of her shoulders contently, panting happily as Beatrix leaned down and we kissed, a human kiss before our wild nature took over exchange the lapping of tongues. It was strange yet delightful feeling the vestige of tiny breasts rubbing against my chest, enjoying every caress and trace of her humanoid outline and curves. There was no shame in hiding our true passion anymore, or in regaining my dominance as I toppled my bitch onto her back and stood above her, growling softly in desire as I saw the beaming of her excited face, her panting tongue expressing her thrill.

The air around us became thick with our pheromones, her heat stifling as I gave in to my beastly instincts and complied with our desires. As bizarre the situation was, it felt wonderful to penetrate my mate's valley once more, taking the time I had with a clear mind to rock slowly and allow the both of us to enjoy the tender carnal moment we shared. While it didn't last long, we both yelped and howled softly to push further, vigorously humping myself into her temple. The moment came as our sexes tightened and knotted, our voices growing in pitch as the pleasure reached its peak. The woods awoke to our howling song as bliss washed over us, filling my mate with my essence once more.

I collapsed upon Beatrix; our bodies rolling onto our sides as we remained locked and tied until the constant euphoria of my knot subsided. Even then we remained like this, holding each other lovingly as we nuzzled. Her head rested against my chest, murmuring a pleasant whine as she drifted to sleep. I joined her shortly after, never having been more relieved and cheerful in my life.

The next morning my friend came back for us as he promised, finding Beatrix and I bloodied with the remnants of our hunt after our nap. Embarrassment crept over me as he once again found us cuddling in a lover's embrace, but my friend seemed little shocked this time. Clothed and cleaned, Beatrix and I helping lick off the blood and gore from our faces, my friend explained to me that this was the reason he couldn't keep his Husky anymore. More for the werewolf-ish antics we go through to satisfy our urges than mating with Beatrix herself. But our mating was still part of it as my friend told me how much she missed my company, enough so that her emotions triggered partial changes that made my friend away she had become a werewolf. And from his words, he wasn't prepared to care for both a dog and a werewolf; he had enough of looking after one than two.

I didn't know what exactly would come from this twist in life, if I could take care of Beatrix as a pet and a lover without it mucking up our lives. But it was of little concern at this moment. My friend had given me a second chance, and I found a bizarre yet fulfilling love between Beatrix and me. As we drove back towards town my mate and I watched the woods shrink behind us, the two of exchanging glances of glee as we both couldn't wait to return later this night.