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It all started one fateful day...Heh. You know, I really hate that sort of phrasing or any phrasings of that nature for stories. It always sounds like those events just happened to have just appeared that one day. It sounds a little...I don't know, irresponsible? As if all of it was just purely fantastical, not grounded. Life doesn't work that way though. There are elements and factors from before that bring a person to this realization. Maybe it was something that had always been there before...Much like myself. I didn't really care to admit it at first, but once it started to happen, something had awoken in me, and I craved more. So much more!

It all started when I met this young wolf named Ginga. Ginga is a rather reserved wolf. He can be out and about, laughing, having a good time, but he prefers to be silent when he can. He's one that likes to observe. He'll set up the circumstances and watch the events play out, much to his own amusement.

I, myself, was rather similar, though probably a bit more shy, and for good reason. It's kind of hard to explain to people that you're a horse that has been blessed/cursed with turning into a wolf when extremely angered, aroused, or even looking at the moon. For simplicity's sake, you can refer to it as a lycanthropy. (Although that isn't QUITE what it is.) When I'm my horse self, I'm quite a nice and funny guy to hang with. I like being around other critters, but I'd remove myself if I ever got the inclination that I was in someone's way. However, I was usually wrong on that part. When I'm in my wolf form, I can't help but be more outgoing, adventurous, and especially raunchy. Now as a horse, I can be quite a looker, if I were to be honest with myself, but as a wolf, no one can deny it, not even myself. It's as if the sexuality and confidence of a horse and a wolf are mixed together at one time and it just pours out of me: a tall body, a strong walk, naturally handsome facial features, well-kept fur, and a physique that could make bodybuilders jealous.

However, since I was still me, I could not help but try and keep myself reserved, not giving into my desires and horny nature. Past experiences taught me that giving in would get me into too much trouble. Also, I feared what would happen should I go too far. There always seemed to be something underneath that I feared was trying to break out. Something that once let loose, would be impossible to control. So I had to keep a lid on it. This meant that as a wolf, I still had to keep my distance, despite the insistence of others. Ginga was different though.

I met him one night while in town. Instead of roaming about the woods like I usually do as wolf, in order to keep myself and others from harm, I risked going into a bar. I was craving for interaction and was lonely. I figured a drink or two wouldn't hurt, just enough to take the edge off the dullness. Once that was done, I'd be on my way. But rarely anything goes my way when in my wolf form. My baggier wolf clothes were being laundered, so I only had some of the smaller stuff, stuff I usually wear when I'm trying to impress. Impress they did.

My chest and bulging arms strained against their seams as I strolled into the cool environment. The smell of booze was heavy in the air, and there was a sizable crowd that night, adding the element of lust. The heat of desires and the chilled A/C of the building formed a haze that was almost visible to the naked eye. I moved towards a seat at the bar, the tight jeans doing nothing to hide the power in my legs, not to mention that the groin was really cutting into me. That was another reason why I didn't wear them too often. Critters of all shapes, sizes, and species could be seen that night and about half of the eyes must have made some sort of glance at me as I sat down. Most of them were still looking me over as I was served a scotch and soda, my broad back exposed to all of them.

After a certain time of being able to attract attention, you know very well what it feels like to be watched. Sometimes it's admirable and amusing when wanted, but when undesired, it feels likes the constant prick of needles in your head. It's as if there is some itch that you can't scratch or a fly that you just can't shake. As soon as that scotch got to me, I raised it to my jaw, the fabric across my arms and shoulders protesting against the swelling of the muscles there, and gulped down about half the glass. It was bad of me to do so with the scotch, but I didn't care. The needles were annoying me. The usually smooth liquid punished me with some singeing of my throat. At least it distracted me from the needles for a moment.

I knew it wouldn't be long until someone decided to make a move on me. About 10 seconds later, someone already did. I heard the movement of the bar stool and saw the grey wolf sitting beside me. He didn't speak, but I knew that he had purposely placed himself there. 'The shy type,' I mused to myself. 'I'm a little surprised, but he's not doing any harm.' Now I don't really care too much about the gender. I have a preference for the females, but some males have crossed my mind and my lap, if you catch my drift. The grey wolf was of average height, and he was skinny. There was something admirable though about him coming over despite his shyness. There was something very cute about his mannerisms, the way he curled his paw around his beer bottle and the half-second glances that he'd sneak towards me from time-to-time, that I found a bit alluring. There seemed to be a spark of mystery to him, like there was something else he had that he wasn't letting others on to, and I like a good mystery.

Several other broads and forward males tried to caress me, buy me another drink, or ask for a small show for them to admire. The latter I usually didn't mind too much. I admit that I like being fawned over like that. I put out and flex my arm hard for others to admire. My muscles feel good and hard, like I just got through a good exercise, when someone is delicately rubbing their paws along the solid and furred surface of my biceps. I love it when they squeeze it and find that there is little give to the muscle. My spine tingles a little when someone traces the horseshoe pattern of my tris or the vein that forms at the peak of my bicep. But that was only as far as I dared to go that night. The wolf to my right would be watching these displays intently, but as soon as they were over, his head would snap back to where it was before. I pretended to not notice, but I could feel his eyes running along every inch of my flexed arm. I even saw him give his chops a slight lick. Even that he tried to cover up by looking like he was trying to get a stray drop of his drink. It was cute, and I couldn't help my smirk.

By the third scotch, I was starting to feel liberated, and I was getting very curious about the wolf. After the third demonstration within the hour that I was there, I leaned over to him and said, "You wanna grab my bulge?"

The wolf did a spit-take into his glass and turned beat red before practically yelling, "What?!"

"My bulge. You wanna feel it, don't you?" I held out my flexed arm to him to indicate, grinning madly at my euphemism. "I've seen you staring. Go ahead and grab it. I don't mind."

The grey wolf sheepishly stretched out his arm and brushed his paw along my big bicep.

"Go ahead. Give it a squeeze."

He took hold of the large mound of muscle in his paw and squeezed it. He moaned ever so slightly at the feel of it, and I loved how his paw pads felt on my arm.

"Nice and hard, right?" I grinned again.

"Mmm...big..." He began to grope my arm with both paws. He couldn't get all the way around it. I flexed all the harder for him, making him coo again at the pulse of my beef and becoming even more defined. I looked at him and the expression on his muzzle was a bit more than just simple admiration. His eyes were darting back and forward along not just my arm, but my shoulders, chest, legs, and crotch. I concluded definite lust, but there was more behind that look than I first thought.

The wolf licked his chops, not caring that I was watching this time. I gave a slight chuckle of amusement, and that seemed to stop him from humping my body with his eyes. He turned back to his seat, looking as shy as ever. I chuckled again. "You...you are just too cute." The grey wolf flushed again. I put my paw out to him. "Name's Therion," I said. It was the alias I used when I was a wolf. It made things a little easier to handle for me.

"...Ginga," he said taking my paw and shaking it.

"Pleased to meet you."

"Heh-heh...Likewise...So...how did you get so big?"

A question I got asked a lot. I usually didn't mind. When I first got this form, it was a very sexy body, but I started to work out as a horse, improving my own physicality and the wolf's form with it. So I was being rather honest when I said, "Exercise, eating right. A lot of hard work."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I mean, I may look like I shoot up..."

"Shoot up?"

"You know, juice up, use steroids."

"Oh...Do you?"

"Nope. That stuff will mess you up. Also messes up your balls." At that mention I cupped my groin as if to adjust myself. The alcohol was starting to get me horny, and I wanted to keep this guy interested. Without a doubt, his eyes followed my paw to my bulge, and he looked very interested, something I could tell by looking at his own crotch. It was my turn to lick my chops. My plans had changed.

Now, I'm usually not one to be so forward. Even in my wolf form, I tend to be more reserved than you'd expect someone like me to be. I've seen males that look similar to me, and they don't even have to lift a paw to get a female or male. THEY are the ones that make the maneuvers. THEY beg the males to plow them into the ground. Ginga wouldn't do that though. He was doing his best to be polite, reserved, like I usually like to be. Someone had to make the first move, and I decided it had to be me.

I scooted closer to the shy wolf, hoping he'd catch on. He didn't move away, but he started to tap his fingers on the bar. I reached out my arm behind him and lightly ran a claw down his back, along his spine. He shivered and giggled, a very interesting--if not endearing--combination. I got up from my seat and moved behind him. I put an arm around his chest, feeling his lean body underneath his shirt, and ran the other paw down his thin stomach and slipped it into his pants. "Mmm..." my muzzle was right next to his ear, directly over his left shoulder.

Ginga shuddered. I could feel his sheath plump and pulse along with his tail wagging quickly.

"Hmm..." I mused in his ear. I licked and lightly nipped his neck. He cooed and whimpered happily. "Outside," I whispered huskily.

Ginga turned toward me, his muzzle alit with excitement and arousal. I held up a finger to indicate for him to wait one moment. I stood up tall, letting my tight clothes show off my large, taut body and strode casually toward the backdoor, exiting the building.

The outside of the bar was located near some covered woods. It was a great place to have some "quality" time. I had used it once before, and being in my element, the place I was most comfortable in my wolf form, made things all the better. I lounged along the wall, letting my mind fill with ideas of what was about to take place. I could just imagine him groping and caressing me; feeling his fur brush against mine; our manhoods hot and hard, touching as I captured his tongue with mine. It had been a while since my last guy, and this was going to be special. My pants were getting especially tight.

I prepped myself by slipping my shirt off and placing it on one of the branches of a bush leading into the covered area. There's always something very refreshing about feeling the wind running through my fur and having the ruffage of the woods brush against me. It's very relaxing to me. So relaxing that it gets to the point that any clothing feels constraining, and that's exactly what I did. I stripped down, dropping my clothes among the trees and bushes and allowed myself to be completely exposed. I could tell that Ginga had a good head on his shoulders. I'm sure he'd find me quickly.

I thought I'd give him another kind of surprise though. I slinked up into a tree and perched myself above the ground. In about a minute, I heard rustling back towards the bar. The grey wolf's bespectacled head came into view. 'This is gonna be fun,' I thought to myself. He wandered below my perch, searching for where I had gone, then I fell to land right behind him.

"Rawr," I said jokily. Ginga snapped his head back to find me displaying all of my sexuality in front of him, me grinning madly. Ginga's eyes raced all around me. I could feel them groping my pecs, tracing the lines of my abs, lusting after the meat hanging between my legs. Then that meat started to rise, and Ginga audibly gasped. "Hmm...Looks like the big, bad wolf has cornered a scrumptious looking meal," I said. I gave my chops a long lick.

"Oh my goodness..." he half whimpered.

"Yes. You look quite tasty."

"You're perfect!" He exclaimed.

"Huh?"

"This...This is even better than I had first estimated!"

"I'm...not following. What's the role? What's the situation?"

"Role?"

"Yeah. You know, I'm the big, bad wolf who has cornered the hapless prey in the forest. I'm gonna have my way with you."

Ginga just gave me a blank stare. He pulled an ebony wand from his shirt pocket.

"Oh, is this gonna be a fantasy one? Um, okay. I'm not too experienced with that area, but I'm very good at improv."

"Just be quiet," he mused.

"Oh, a power bottom, eh? This'll be VERY interesting."

He pointed the wand right at me, and I felt a sudden surge of electricity running along my nerves. It spread throughout and then came to gather at the area of my spine right between my shoulder blades. The tingling then started to spread out from there across my back and moved to right under my pecs. The tingle started to push and push inside me, as if it was trying to escape. But it didn't break away, I felt an area from my back extend outward and outward. I also felt something else building up right under my chest. The weight of the extensions and the building up underneath felt so familiar. Throughout this process, I didn't feel any real pain.

"There," Ginga simply said. "Now you have 4 arms."

"What? What do you mean?" I shrugged and felt something else shrug under my arms. "Wh-what the hell?!!" Ginga was telling the truth. I had another pair of beefy arms set right underneath my two original ones. They worked and acted like normal arms. I looked down and could make out two additional large lumps under my chest. "A 2nd chest?"

"Well, duh. You have 4 arms," he said dismissively. "4 hunky, beefy arms!" he then muttered with joy. His tail wagged excitedly.

"Yeah, they do look great don't they?" I thought the whole situation was very weird. By some form of magic from Ginga, I now had four arms instead of two, but I had said that I was good with improv. I decided to go with it, and what better way to do so then flexing those hunky, beefy arms for him. Instead of the two flexing though, I felt four, and it felt the same but....more intense. I felt the sensation of my biceps bunching up and enlarging twice as many times as before. It felt great. I also felt like I had quite a bit more strength in me.

"What does it feel like?" Ginga suddenly asked though, looking and listening expectantly, tail wagging again. I described to him what I had thought about. "Hmm...you're on the right track."

"Huh? Right track? What's this about, Ginga?" I came towards him, my four strong arms and body casting a shadow over him. "Come now, take your shirt off. Let's get this going. You can tell that I want you," which was evidenced by the growing hard on between my legs. "And I know you want me," I continued. The tent in his pants was getting obvious.

"Mmm...No."

"No?!"

"No." He pointed the wand at me again and my body flooded with the tingling sensation from before. The feeling was stronger this time. I felt more tingling along my back, similar to the arms pushing out from my shoulder blades. 2 more sets of arms appeared. Then my spine start to lengthen farther beyond. I felt my head rising up higher, and then felt two other appendages touch the ground as my spine lengthened behind me.

"There. Now you're an 8-armed, wolftaur!"

"Huh? I'm a taur?!?!" I realized I was taking up much more space. I had grown about another foot and had about 5 feet added behind me. "Ginga? This is mad! Change me back." My legs pounded into the ground with each step because of the extra weight added on by my other arms, the extra set of legs, and all that they were supporting. There was a slight spark of...pleasure in my head.

Apparently my spark of pleasure was visible to my audience below me. Ginga was staring up at me with a know-it-all smirk on his face. "Tell me how it feels."

"What?"

"Tell me how it feels, and I'll turn you back."

"Really?"

"Of course."

"Well, it feels much like it was before."

"And~?" His smirk got wider.

"Wh-what do you mean, 'And~'? There's nothing else."

Ginga looked me over again. His eyes said that he knew. He wanted me to say it out loud. "And~?" he said again, extending it out further.

"S-s-stop that." I was beginning to blush. What was this little wolf doing to me?! "There's nothing else. Now turn me back to normal."

Ginga gave me that plain look from when he first used his magic on me, and sure enough, his wand pointed at me once more.

The tingling sensation was overwhelming this time. I felt an intense pressure pushing my body wider, and there were two jutting lumps put right next to my head at about the level of my shoulders. Two other muzzles started to jut out from the lumps, forming identical copies of my own head! I now had 3 heads!

Ginga cooed, "A big, muscular, 3-headed, 8-armed wolftaur. Or an 8-armed Cerberus." I was flabbergasted, stunned into silence. "Hmm, maybe a bit more." He emphasized that last word and pointed his wand again. This time, the tingling filled me up. Filled me up so much that I felt my body...no my muscles themselves inflating in order to contain it. I felt the skin tightening around my shoulders, my arms, my chest, my quads and calves. Everything felt so tight...and so damn good! When it had ended, my arms were close to 3 inches bigger than they were before. My chest--chests, jutting out further than before, making it a little difficult for me to see below them. My back felt wide enough to look like a thick set of sinews for a pair of wings.

When it ended, it was my own eyes, along with Ginga that was admiring all of me. "How do you feel now?"

"How do I feel?!"

Ginga nodded.

"I feel...powerful! More so than before. It's terrific!" I started feeling myself all over with all of my eight arms. One of my heads started to pant in anticipation of me feeling myself up. Another head was uttering my appreciative moans.

"Tell me how you're feeling. Right now. How does it feel?"

I felt a slight tingle come across me again. "Mmm," I moaned. One of my hands was groping my pecs while another was teasing my nipples. A hand was busy squeezing the biceps of another arm that was flexing hard. Another set was running along the deep lines in between my abs. Top it all off with the massage and rub I was giving my legs. "I'm in pure bliss. I can feel...everything...because it's my own hands...Mmm, and yet it's not. I know they're mine though...Ohh~ because I feel it all in my head. 8...Ahh!...times as much. It's so amazing...So intoxicating~" Before I realized it, the arms on my legs were brushing against my erect and unsheathed cock, starting to stroke it and caress my ballsac. The other hands were easily occupied with their previous tasks. "Murrrr...Wait. I didn't mean to do that. Nnn...Mmnnn...Uh...Why can't I stop?"

"Because they don't want to?" Ginga simply stated, looking very pleased.

"They?!"

"Yes. I gave your arms their own wills. They really love you, Therion. They think you're so sexy and just want to feel you up and make you cum."

"H-h-ho-ooooo~?" I murred loudly as I felt a large rush of dopamine entering my system.

"Admit it, Therion."

"Wh-what?"

Ginga looked very smug. His grin bordered on looking evil, but there was no malice in his face.

Another tingle in my body, but this one was centered at my groin. I felt my cock reel up and up. I felt it stretching, swelling to twice the thickness it ever had. I felt like I could cum right then and there! But I didn't. It stopped it's ascent at above the mid-point of my abs. The hand hefting my cock, which couldn't get all the way around it now, rubbed a finger along the tip of it. I almost screamed, "OH GAHH~!!"

"You know what you want, Therion. Admit it," Ginga said, tempting me.

I wasn't sure at what he meant. I was starting to get too absorbed in the pleasurable stimuli flooding my brain. I managed to mutter out, "I-I...want...to impale you with this column I have."

Ginga just shook his head and pointed his wand at me. Tingles of magic worked its way down my body, flooding my lower half. My body stretched and stretched out behind me. I felt my legs getting shorter...No, not shorter. They were being absorbed, absorbed into the growing lower half of my body. I soon felt it touching the ground, and it continued to slink and slither behind me.

"Mmm...Tasty, sexy naga..."

"A naga now? Ohhh...I'm feeling...Whoa..." I looked behind to find my lower body slithering behind me for close to 30 feet. Before I could fully experience it though, I felt myself expanding again. I murred deeply as I saw the ground getting further away from me. Ginga and the world seemed to shrink before me. My muscles flexed and pulsed up large, but didn't go back down. I was gaining more mass too! "MMM! Yes! Yeees~!! Oh gawd, this feeling!!" As I reached 15 feet in height, my weight tripled from it was before last transformation, I roared in might. The power in my very voice shaking the trees.

"Mmm, you seem to be getting close to it. Just a bit more." I suddenly had the sensation that my mind had just split. My other two heads started to move around on their own. "There. I've given your heads their own personalities."

The head on my left looked quite proud. His muzzle was pointed up a little bit, and he looked confident. The head on my right had a very sly grin plastered across his face. His ear flicked, and he licked his chops. I suddenly felt quite shy around them. I couldn't understand why I suddenly felt this way when just moments ago, I felt so horny enough that I could hump a building and grind it to dust.

Ginga relaxed himself against a nearby tree, gazing up at me and taking in the sight of the 15 foot tall, 3-headed, 8-armed, muscle mountain of a naga. He looked very pleased. "So then," he began, "why don't you three just start making out with each other."

The three of us looked at each other and gazed over our body. The right was the first to respond with a delighted snicker, "Sure thing."

The left echoed, "I'm down for that."

"Uh wait, I'm not so sure about this," I muttered.

Both heads turned to me. "Why not?" they asked.

"Um...well..."

"What? Are you scared?!" joked the Right.

"Hold on. He's just nervous, aren't you?" asked the Left.

I blushed. I was nervous, but why was I like that all of a sudden?

"Don't worry, sexy," comforted Left, caressing my face. "We'll take things slow."

"But...but...!" Left suddenly kissed me. It was just a little peck at first, but, it was my mouth, touching my own mouth. It was a curious and very relaxing feeling. It felt nice. Left kissed me continuously, putting a little more into the gesture. "N-no...Th-this is...so odd...so...nnn...mmm~" I was kissing him back. I was kissing myself...and liking it.

As I continued to slowly make out with Left, I felt a pair of hands stroking and massaging my balls. I moaned, and as if coordinated, Left put more force into his gesture. His tongue began to caress my tongue. It felt slick. It was igniting my nerves in all the right ways, and why wouldn't it? It was my own tongue. "Mmhmm, yes. I'm gonna like this part," I heard below me. It was Right. He ran a finger up along my re-hardening length. I couldn't help but shiver as I was caressed below and then caressed in my mouth.

My dick throbbed and pulsed. Right was now stroking the thick rod. I murred, and Left stuck his tongue further down my throat. Left was definitely leading in the kissing game. I felt my balls churning below me. I was in ecstasy as Right licked at the tip of my cock. It was suddenly surrounded by warmth as he took in half of the 18" monster. Gawd, I wanted to cum right there. My body wouldn't let me though. I felt my sac stretching out in my own hands, churning and gurgling inside as it was over producing my own liquids.

"Yes, that's it my hunky hydra," I heard far below me. I glanced to see the grey wolf unzipping his pants, fondling his own equipment. "Tell me what you want. I'll give it to you. All you need to do is say it."

"Mmm~....Mmm!....MMM!" was all I could manage. Right was starting to bop his head up and down on my length and stretched his long, slick tongue out to lick further down. Left was rubbing my neck and caressing my spine as he kept my own tongue busy. I felt everything in tandem: the cock sucking, the tongue wrestling, the rubbing, the squeezing. It was all there, 3 times as powerful, and it was orgasmic. The pressure in my balls was building again. It was killing me! I needed to let loose!

"Yes, mmm. You're so close my hydra." Ginga had a firm hold on his own cock, stroking it eagerly while his eyes were slitted in bliss.

Right removed his mouth from my cock and turned to Ginga, "You're close? This big guy's literally about to explode." He grinned madly.

I felt the cold on my cock and I suddenly demanded, "Who told you that you could get off my cock!?!" Using one of my big hands, I shoved him back on to it. Right murred at the display of power and aggression.

I was completely focused on getting myself off now. I grabbed the back of Left's head and pushed it into mine, me pushing my tongue down his throat. Left's passion exploded as I finally took control of the situation. He moaned as our tongues slinked together, and Right was loving my forwardness, helping him skullfuck himself on my thick manhood. The remaining arms ached to join. They groped my pecs, tweaked my nipples, and even fingered my ass. It was great. Even now...it's so hard to describe. Every little twinge and brush made my head spin in ecstasy. "Oh~ Oh, yes!....More..."

Ginga perked up from below, "Yes? What was that?"

"More...more...MORE!!" I roared.

As if on command, the magic from Ginga's wand rushed through me. My upper body split into many different ones, each built as massive I was. Each body had three heads and eight arms that immediately broke out into stroking, squeezing, caressing, scratching, tonguing, licking, suckling anything they could find on each other. It started off with 3 bodies, then 4, 5, 7, 11, 12 different bodies! All the while, the pressure in my balls keeps building and churning. I groaned from the strain on my body and my mind, yet I still wanted more! More power, more muscles, more pleasure, more of everything!

My dick throbbed and pulsed in Right's muzzle. This was it! It was finally happening! My sac hiked up and with a hard squeeze from one my arms, my release came. It flooded Right's muzzle, pouring down his throat, and he took it like a pro. I could even taste my own slightly salty cream. My entire body shuddered, and I continued to cum. The afterglow came over me while my semen continued to flow with each pulse of my dick. Right stayed on for about a minute before he finally had to come up to breathe. My cream blasted and spurted all over the forest floor, pooling and drowning the grass.

After another two minutes of cumming, my eyes slowly rolled back into position. I saw my little, grey wizard slumped against the same tree, panting as heavily as I was. His dick was softening and his own cream covered his shirt. "Someone...enjoyed the show...didn't he?" I asked.

He panted, "Y...yeah..." His muzzle flushed, and it put a smile across my own.

"You look a little dirty."

"Heh...so do you."

"Heh-heh...guess I do." My dick throbbed and my sac audibly churned. I was getting hard again very quickly. That's what a cute face can do to me. "Why don't you come over annnd....help me clean up~?"

Ginga watched as blood started to flow back into my rod. He blushed deeper. He made a very appreciative sound. His ascension was a bit wobbly, as was his gait, but when he arrived, he clutched on to my dick and gave it some long, luxurious licks. I murred and growled playfully in response, and he continued to clean me. "You taste very sweet...like vanilla."

My desire for him was more earnest than it was before. I scooped him up from the ground and stuck my tongue into his eager muzzle. This was way past due.

"Oh, Therion..." he cooed, "...You're so hot."

"Mmm, and you are too." I used one of my extra hands to grope his crotch.

"Nnnmm." I slathered his spunk on to my hand and moved over to his tail. He groaned in between the tonguing, "Yes...do it." I pushed my finger into his hole, making him squeak. The tip of another finger soon followed. He shuddered in my arms, "Therion...You're so big...I-I can feel the heat below me."

I licked his muzzle. "We'll take it slow at first, but you're going to pay for what you did to me." I grinned evilly.

"Oh~?" His eyes were filled with desire, the same desire that he was trying to demonstrate to me, the desire for more. Some may call it lust, in this situation especially; others may call it greed, or a drive. But at it's root, it is all simply the one word he screamed as I began to impale him. "More. More!" It was what I wanted too as I felt his tight ass forming around and squeezing my cock. That craving was what drove us through the rest of the night, out among the trees.

Somewhere along the line, my body turned back into the wolf that I was before. We were so spent that we passed out, holding each other. I thought things were over when morning light came and he saw what I really was, a horse. After explaining things to him, he gave me such a smug and horny grin. It told me that things were really just beginning.