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The quiet suburban streets echoed with laughter as Peter and Valerie chased each other, leaping and evading as if in friendly competition while putting the restaurant a good distance behind them. They were like young pups playing, even taking on animal movements as they found it much more at ease to run on all fours. Their shoes and socks were discarded during their game to relieve the pressure forming, comfortable with the fact their feet had elongated; their toes swollen and round, claws jutting and callus pads protecting the skin. This change was unnoticed but welcomed as the animalistic lovers continued to frolic about, barking joyfully in the thrill of the chase.

This is great Peter mentally exclaimed while playing with his rambunctious female companion, strangely mastering the art of evasion; increasing his desires to catch her. It feels so right acting like this, being...what I am. I know something about this feels absurd, like we've gone insane but I don't mind. All I care about is how wonderful our running feels, how determined I am to tackle my mate and pin her down...to hold her again and feel our bodies mingle...be connected.

_ My mate...I want to be her mate._

Mates. Alphas and Betas. Packs. Peter recognized that these were terms that would be related to the animal kingdom; mainly to dogs or wolves. Appling these terms to humans would normally sound ridiculous and weird. Valerie's use of it a moment ago; part of Peter knew something felt out of place. But now; those terms felt natural to him and his mate as much as their behavior and urges.

Stud Peter thought, another term Valerie used. Stud meant the same for both humans and animals. Peter's feral eyes shined intensely thinking of the word and how Valerie applied it to him, pushing his hands and hindpaws to speed up and catch her quickly. Inches apart, Peter lunged fiercely believing victory was his only to grasp nothing but air falling forward on the hard concrete road. He snarled, displeased at his effort considering leaving the bags of food from the restaurant he switched to holding with his jaw behind; other needs more desirable than hunger.

Valerie slowed to a halt snickering as she looked back to her fallen friend. She walked up to Peter strutting, a smug expression beaming from her devious grin. Peter had noted that their postures were not yet dependable to the way they ran; though their feet now had the appropriate shape to traverse man-made and naturally formed lands without the need for shoe-like protection, their arms and bodily frames did not yet support their attempts to be quadrupeds. And yet; they managed to run on all fours just fine in their state.

"Not too tired out already, are you?" Valerie gloated, leaning in nuzzling Peter's perspiring neck drying by the light coating of brown fuzz forming.

Peter glanced up to his smug and beautiful mate, smiling as he shot up to his hands and paws striking without warning. Valerie yelped excitedly managing to escape Peter's pounce not without harm, her left thigh marked by his claws; thin red lines seeping from the cut. Peter froze fearful that he had damaged his mate too severely. Valerie shuddered whimpering, but her cry was more in pleasure than pain revealing no hatred as she turned her eyes back to him, grinning widely.

"So close," she crooned. "Don't give up now, stud." Valerie giggled softly as she stuck her rear high in display. The tiny nub that had begun to grow from the tear at the back of her skirt, longer now and gathering white fuzz, curled back wagging.

Peter stared her down, returning to his panting as his body grew warm and the bulge in his jeans ever tight, aroused by the familiar intoxicating smell coming off her hidden molten need.

Stud he thought smugly himself, growling happily as he dashed forward startling Valerie back on her run, continuing the chase.

* * *

The couple finally took a reprieve as they rounded a street corner, panting heavily in exhaustion as they approached a two-story house quiet and dark with a front yard that extended to the driveway on its left side around the bend to the street they had come from. It was not fenced up; Peter and Valerie scampered onto the lawn to relax.

Damn, my bitch has so much energy Peter commented, staring straight at the soft cool welcoming grass until fell forward and lied still. I could still run, but my limbs and paws are so sore. I need to rest for a moment.

Rolling to his opposite side he watched amusingly as Valerie continued to boost her undying vigor, jubilantly rolling about on the grass laughing sweetly. It was as if this was the first time she had ever had any real fun. Her playful antics Peter smile, happy to see his mate enjoying herself. Gathering strength; he stood back onto his hands and knees crawling up Valerie, sitting beside her until she ceased her antics. Her eyes gaze upon intimate eyes.

"You're very exuberant," Peter grinned.

Valerie rolled onto her belly, stretching her arms and raking the grass with her claws as she moaned a pleasant whine, panting happily as she looked up to her doting stud. "That was a good run," she giggled, sniffing the cool grass and dirt zealously. "Whatever the family of this house is using on this yard...it almost smells like the woods."

Peter nodded carefully sniffing around the yard himself, flashes of the forest his hunting illusion took place popping into his mind. "And a couple of cats," he stated detecting the scents of felines using the opposite end of the yard as their litter box. "Let's stay away from that end."

They both laughed as Valerie climbed to her knees, sitting face to face with Peter as she leaned in; her hands cupping his cheeks, offering a tender kiss that Peter amiably accepted.

Her kiss...it tastes different than the others. His memories of past suitors festered in his mind briefly, recalling the different experiences and sensations from each woman he had managed to bed. He never thought about it before until now, remembering the faint flavors of each individual kiss and flesh. Honey, sugar, alcohol, flavors that were indescribable; they flooded back to his senses as he attempted to identify the flavor he tasted now. It seemed mixed, a combination of some and none from others. It was unique; exquisite, an undiscovered sensation Peter had never come across. It tasted...like Valerie.

I love this flavor, better than the others. And certainly much better than that stale brittle paper bag...

"Crap," Peter muttered as he suddenly broke from the kiss, looking behind him as he jumped to his hands and hindpaws hurrying towards the street. Valerie whined distressingly as she watched her frantic preoccupied friend searching the area sniffing wildly.

"What's wrong, Peter?" Valerie called out.

Peter growled, irritated as she bared his fangs staring down the intersection of the suburban streets. "I dropped the bags somewhere during our run. I can barely smell it now. Don and others are going to be pissed."

"Then we'll make it up to them we go hunting later," Valerie suggested, sitting eagerly for Peter to rejoin her clawing at the small mounds of her mid-riff jacket. "There wasn't much to share anyways; we'd all still be hungry afterwards."

Peter was frustrated, but Valerie seemed to make sense thinking about it now. Two bags of burritos and tacos couldn't feed a pack of beasts like them. It would take two or three deer to slate their appetites. He could offer a kill to his friends, appease any anger they may have losing their original meals and taking so long to return.

Valerie barked anxiously, Peter seeing that his bitch wanted him to return to her desire attention. Still bitter about his blunder; Peter grinned for his mate as he walked back to her, a different bulge forming behind the back of his jeans wiggling hastily in exhilaration.

"Sorry about that," Peter apologized, staying on his hands and knees as he stood by Valerie once more quickly leaning forward nuzzling her neck and shoulders. "I just feel stupid for leaving all that food behind."

Valerie whined pleasantly. "honestly; I was hungrier for a fresh deer we could hunt ourselves. It's not as gratifying if we don't take the time and effort to kill our own meals. I can't wait to hunt again, and as my real self; in my true form."

Peter stared inquisitively at his zealous mate, turned on by her fervor to hunt like he was yet something was puzzling him; a lingering rational question from what of his humanity remained intact through his transformation. "Valerie," he muttered, uncertain if the subject would be sore. "You really want to become a monster?"

"Wolf; Peter," Valerie corrected him, running a hand over the side of his head combing back his light brown hair and growing mane massaging the contours of his extending pointed ears. "We're becoming wolves. And yes; I want this to happen...at least, I know I do. Don't you want to be a wolf?"

Peter kept his mouth shut, thinking hard about his response as his conflicting mind battled for a reasonable answer. Being a carnivorous wild animal had never personally crossed his mind, yet understanding the urges and sensations now has helped him grow fonder and tolerant of his metamorphosis. But what of Valerie? Why had her mind already been made up so quickly; submitting to her role as a wolf?

"I didn't want to at first," Peter finally spoke, lowering his head shamefully. "I thought were turning into monsters preparing to go on a murderous rampage; afraid that I might hurt someone that came across our path. I thought being a mindless animal would be frightening. But...I'm not as afraid anymore. I don't feel like anything bad is going to happen. And I feel...like myself than I ever did human. It's confusing but it's true."

Valerie smiled warmly leaning in and gently nuzzling Peter's cheeks. "That's because you've had a wolf hiding inside you all this time. Maybe everyone does, or we're simply special."

"Or it could be the weed we smoked," Peter interjected, tapping Valerie's head softly to cease her affection, wanting her to listen with distractions (as much as he enjoyed the nuzzling). "I never felt like a wolf until after we smoked the Wolvesbane. We could simply be under the effects; the spell of it. I don't know how something like that could make us change; I can believe it tonight but I might doubt it after."

Valerie smirked, appearing amused. "Perhaps. But I think you were born a wolf whether you knew it or not. Maybe you felt urges or desires you couldn't explain that you suppressed; because how you were raised taught you they weren't appropriate. My parents did this to me too; telling me over and over a sane person; a real lady shouldn't feel or act this way. But secretly; you still act on it, only you objectify it as a common human trait."

Peter seemed dismissive about her theory, as strangely plausible as it sounded. "I think I would know the difference between buying a bite to eat and stalking prey to kill and eat raw."

"How do like your steak?" Valerie asked, humming amusingly.

"Ra...rare," Peter answered, somewhat mystified. "Wait; there are plenty of people that eat rare steaks. That doesn't mean they are secret wolves too."

Valerie smiled seductively; Peter realized she was pushing him back clamoring to remain seated propping his elbows behind him. "Maybe," she cooed, forcing him further on his back on the cool grass, "but what about all your meals? Does your diet consist of meat the most? Do you prefer those rare and juicy like your steak? Maybe our sedative lifestyles keeps us content from hunting, but have you ever felt the urge to do so anyways? Dreamed about?

"What about the other women," Valerie changed subjects, now lying on top Peter with her hands holding him down firmly, taking a dominant role that felt slightly uncommon for a female to Peter yet sexy at the same time. "Are you certain you were passive when looking for a mate? Or were you stalking them willingly to slate your needs."

"The women?" Peter whined, finding it hard to concentrate on responding when Valerie brushes her hips against his lap, feeling the heat of her sex through her undergarments and skirt even over his jeans.

Valerie looked over her horny mate passionately, raking her claws over his clothed chest fondly. "You don't seem to pride yourself about your sexual prowess. I don't think you realize just how desirable you are. And if your friend's stories are true; I don't think you give yourself much credit when you mate. You probably mated with a few shewolves before and they didn't realize it either. But I can; your smell is a dead giveaway."

"My...smell?" Peter grunted, finding it difficult to argue with her fact once again as her words simply cascaded bizarre but wondrous truths.

Valerie nodded. "Not just your body's scent either," she said, crawling backwards as she lifted her hold on Peter's shoulders. He only rose up to his elbows watching hypnotically his mate moving to his legs, her hands undoing the buckle and zipper of his jeans as she carefully pulled down at the waistline and helped remove his pants. The light breeze from the night air and the feel of the cool grass was pleasant against his hot legs, even more so was the relief of his erected loins given freedom from confinement, Valerie tearing apart his boxer's wildly with her fangs holding up the tattered remains to her excited mate before tossing them aside.

They both examined his newly freed throbbing loins, Valerie murmuring something delightful while Peter gave an astounded gaze. Its shape was no longer anywhere close to being human, his primal mind recognizing his engorged phallus as a wolf's. The pulsating erection rested against his stomach; a furry sheath attached below his abdomen sensing it would retreat inside once his arousal was finished. In a bizarre way; Peter liked the changed for its accommodations, believing people would be less offended if his manhood wasn't always visible if out in public. Even more so; he felt proud by its animal girth, relishing in the fact his loins should satisfy his mate efficiently enough once they consummated their union.

And the smell; even Peter was aroused by his own potency. Was this what had Valerie so hot and bothered anxiously awaiting to be taken? Had the other women been attracted to his smell, his potency?

Valerie sniffed Peter's throbbing rod lavishly, whimpering blissfully as her feral eyes glowed back to him. "So good," she moaned. "I'm sure you had made many bitches howl with ecstasy." Her tongue lolled into a pant, heaving breaths bathing Peter's loins until her tongue could no longer be restrained, cautiously exploring the girth of his canine shaft to her heart's content.

Peter lifted his head back to the starry night sky letting out a short soft howl of pleasure as his mate tasted his sensitive being. Lost in his own excited panting; memories sprung up from the well of his past once more, recalling the lustful nights of his temporary mates. He had always viewed his exploits as simply pure luck, though the more Valerie suggested his inner wolf existing in secret the clearer his memories of him personally hunting for a suitable bitch to reveal his needs upon were becoming. The Peter in those memories was less timid and chivalrous than he pictured, displaying a bolder daring Casanova that swooned his carnal prey. Two of the bitches he had taken stuck out the most as his fondest conquests.

He didn't remember their names; Peter could only remember one have shimmering red hair, the other crystal blue eyes. Both were the wild beauties he had ever bed, each expressing their own attracting to his scent as Valerie did. Peter didn't have to talk or coax his way into stripping them; the human bitches practically were ready to have their virginity relinquished all over again in an instant of his presence. The moments they escaped to private rooms to act on their instincts were the most enlightening of memories; recalling the wild passion they shared with him as they gave in to every urge and every longing possessing them. Perhaps the drug's effects was distorting his recollection, but Peter could witness clearly in his mind's eye the moment each bitch succumbing to the same animal behavior Peter and Valerie did now, panting like horny dogs as they offered their rears and sacred femininities; yelping and howling along with him in pleasure until the deed was complete. No physical changes took place, but their souls cried out embracing the bliss of brief release from their cages.

Wolf...wolf...wolf! Peter's mind repeated, like a rhythmic chant that grew louder and louder.

The rapturous pleasure from Valerie's oral stimulation suddenly had stopped bringing Peter back to reality, confused to why it had ceased. Sitting back higher on his elbows he found his mate panting erratically, clutching her jacket as she pried the buttons apart, and clawing at her shirt. She looked uncomfortable.

"Valerie?" Peter growled, vexed.

"It's so hot, so itchy," she groaned, snarling fiercely as she tugged tightly at her shirt, her claws ripping the fabric until she pulled with enough force to tear it off completely. Her velvet bra followed immediately, tossed as if undesirable. Peter gawked delightfully at his shewolf's bare chest, her small yet supple breasts waiting to be fondled. Her partial nudity uncovered spreading growth of her white fur traveling down from her neck to her shoulders hidden underneath her mid-riff jacket. A small tuff formed between her soft pillows thinning down to her naval, thickening once more disappearing into her private region contained by her skirt.

"Better," Valerie whined, panting happily as she brushed back her gleaming platinum hair bending back her nearly natural lupine ears. Peter had been oblivious to further changes during his trip down memory lane, noticing now the darker outline of her eyes and tint of her nose. Her mouth appeared swollen, her muzzle readying to protrude. Her hands, massaging her aroused peaks, were fully covered in her fur changed further to be closer to the animal digits of forepaws; her thumbs receding but still usable. And as for the fuzzy small nub extending from the base of her spine, it had grown into a fuller fluffy wolf tail wagging wildly for Peter to see.

"Sexy bitch," Peter growled, enjoying the sensual show Valerie inadvertently displayed as she caressed her bare skin; brushed her flourishing fur. She flashed a seductive grin her mate's way, building up soft thrilling growls as she swayed and gyrated, her forepaws fiddling with the waistline of her denim skirt before dropping back onto all fours strutting onto Peter's lap once more. Darken noses rubbed before the two exchanged affectionate nuzzles and a loving lick to their blackened lips.

"I am a sexy bitch, aren't I?" Valerie murmured growling elatedly.

Peter nodded; the blood rushing to his bothered manhood decreasing his concentration for coherent speaking. Lusting hard to ravage his mate, all he could say was, "Sexy bitch...beautiful shewolf."

Valerie gasped silently to herself, her cheeks red; blushing as appeared moved by his simple primal comment. "Shewolf beautiful?" she replied, uncertain if she was innocently making fun of Peter's lapse for intelligent words or if her mind had gone too primal as well.

Peter answered back with a wide smile, his pant harder and faster as he reached around Valerie's head with a free hand stroking her silky soft platinum hair and short mane over her neck. "Beautiful," he uttered, whining delightfully as he leaned in nuzzled.

"Peter," Valerie moaned, returning his animal affection as she secretly helped unzip his jacket slipping it off his shoulders as she switched to kissing. Peter pulled out from the fallen sleeves as he sat up straight, embracing his shewolf in his arms their lips remained sealed tongues dancing enjoying the taste of Valerie once again. His mate pulled back briefly snarling as her forepaws split his plain t-shirt into shreds; Peter was now completely nude in the eyes of the public. Modesty was a fleeting meaning to the both of them at this point, having both concluded they felt comfortable in their skin and fur than constrained to itchy and tight clothing. It was proper for wolves like them.

"Sexy stud," further primal language growled from Valerie, her forepaws admiring the abundant growth of Peter's brown fur combing the hairy patches over his shoulders and chest with her claws. Studying his form; Peter appeared to be nearly blanketed, much faster that Valerie. She gave a jealous stare before they shifted astonishment, as if a lightbulb had gone off above her head. "Peter, help your shewolf."

Peter stared at his mate curiously as she began to twirl around, her back turned as she gingerly pulled down her loose torn skirt below her thighs. She let out a quick soft howl sounding her delight feeling the same cool breeze soothing her bare rear, falling onto her forepaws as she waved her ass in front of Peter.

He immediately understood what his shewolf required of him, growling jubilantly as he finished the job from his earlier attempt in removing her skirt extending the present rip at the center until it torn in half. Only her dainty panties remained, wet from the moistness of her yearning. The smell of her blissful pheromones sent electricity throughout his body, impatiently snapping his fangs at the frilly undergarment prying them off. Valerie yelped surprised at the arousal surging her being from her mate's ferocity, but it was what she wanted.

"Make me ready," she moaned, panting heavily as she looked back with luscious amber eyes; her wagging tail curling back, anxious for Peter to perform his duty.

So good Peter's primal thoughts bellowed, captivated by the powerful smell of her pheromones, the arousing heat radiating from her sex. Out of instinct, he cautiously ran his salivating tongue up over the swollen folds of Valerie's flower, overjoyed to feel her body quiver ecstatically in his fondling forepaws bracing the top of her behind; to hear her yelp and whine pleasurably with each stroke he gave her.

This taste...good as her kiss...better. Need more.

Obsessed with the flavor of her sweet nectar; Peter's tongue bathing grew faster and rougher eventually exploring the entrance of his shewolf's temple. He loved every moment Valerie shuddered and cried, proud to know he was satisfying his beloved mate. He was taken by surprised soon after, yelping rapturously gripping his mate's ass in response to the intense waves of euphoria blossoming throughout his body; Valerie returning his generous help by performing her original deed she started minutes ago.

Yes! Peter howled mentally, trying to focus on the momentum of his lapping as Valerie stimulated his loins, sensing his own nectar would soon need to escape. _Make me howl; I'll make you howl. Let's howl together. _ His tongue pressed on stimulating as much as he could of his mate's precious flesh, fondling her rump and thighs with his paws for additional sensual effect. He could feel Valerie's fur beginning to grow thicker against his forepaws; her muscle toning as her legs rippled and spasm becoming more lupine like to the touch.

Be wolf...

_ _ Howling echoed across the suburbs, but they hadn't come from either Valerie or Peter. The two broke from their oral fixation heads raised and ears erected. The howling was close by and calling to lost friends. The two immediately realized it was coming from their pack waiting for them back at Don's place. They howled together in unison, calling back that they would be joining their friends soon.

"What the hell is going on outside?"

The feral couple froze in place, stunned to the suddenly loud grumbling of a middle-aged man. A dim light clicked on shining through one of the second story windows, a restless shadow appearing over the ceiling of the room.

"George; what are you doing?" a second feminine voice uttered.

"You're not hearing that?" the disgruntled middle-aged man exclaimed, his shadow still. "It sounds like some stray mutts making an awful racket. Probably that irresponsible neighbors dogs gotten loose again."

The window to the dimly lit room slide open, a balding man sticking out of the opening searching the premises. It was a momentary blur, but he knew he had seen two sets of canine tails and hindpaws fleeing the scene, one brown and one white.

"Stay away from lawn, you flee-ridden mutts!" The balding middle-aged man cried out shaking his fist. "If I catch the likes of you mangy dogs again I'll...huh? What the Sam Blazes?" The blading man peeked out further to get a better view of the objects scattered over the yard.

"George," the sleepy feminine voice called out again, "don't you lean out that far. You're fall out and break your neck like you broke your busted you back before."

"What the heck were those mutts doing out there?" the balding man questioned. "Looks like those dogs were chewing up someone's pants and delicates. Guess some poor sap still air drying their laundry is going to be mighty sore in the morning."