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Disclaimer - This story contains equations that may upset the budding logician in all of you. If proving [Woman + Man = Wolf + Wolf] doesn't seem like a worthwhile exploration, then I must recommend that you stick to other simpler fare, such as figuring out the coefficient used to turn lead into gold. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be unlawful for you to do so.)

Dinner and a Wolf

It's odd how certain things can just one day slide out of your life unnoticed. Something that you do every day slowly becomes a once a week activity that gradually vacates your schedule all together. This was how Ash currently felt about dating. She'd been fairly gung-ho about it from high school onwards, looking for a Mr. Right to sweep her off of her feet, but the results she got were always lackluster. She was sure that some of the fault was her own, but really every relationship she'd been a part of seemed phony or just terribly lackluster.

All the guys who had swept in with bravado had turned out to be assholes, and all of the quiet ones were nice people, but they never really _did_anything. And this left Ash in a strange spot, working a steady job, going to the movies on Fridays, and learning to crochet . . . but she hadn't had a date in about two years at this point. And honestly, she was starting to miss it, even the bad parts. At least a screaming match was some form of human interaction, and even boring conversations were better than none at all. So, almost on a whim, she had singed up for one of those new-fangled internet dating sites: the ones where people put up fake pictures, lied about themselves, and then met up with other people who did the same thing.

Since she wasn't feeling particularly into it at the time, she had simply used her old photo from her graduation, back when her hair went all the way down to her waist. She kept it slightly less than shoulder length now, it was just easier to manage, but she really liked this particular picture, and so she just decided to roll with it, almost forgetting that she had made such a profile until two days later, when she was greeted with a surprise in her in-box.

A match. Someone that this particular computer algorithm decided would be mathematically inclined to suit her. Well . . . it was tempting just to trash the message, but she really wasn't doing anything this Friday, and this "Grant" guy didn't seem too bad at first glance . . .

* * *

And so Ash found herself idly twirling spaghetti carbonara on her fork, feet aching from the high heels that she thought were a good idea as she wondered why she had even bothered to come at all.

"And so that's how I met Robert Downy Jr. I know, it's wild right?"

She looked up towards her date and tried to feign interest. The guy was good looking enough, like his photo, a little thin, with a shaggy mop of light brownish hair that kind of clashed with his wine colored shirt and silk striped tie. The kind of partially shaven look was a little strange, as it didn't seem to quite fit with what he was going for, but at least it was something at least a little bit different. He was even wearing actual cuff links, which was a little extreme for the first date in her opinion, but regardless it wasn't his looks that bothered her. There is a certain point past which self-confidence becomes a kind of disease, and this guy had reached the terminal level.

"That's so interesting." She lied poorly, not that Grant caught even the hint of her boredom. "So . . . what is it that you do exactly. You know, like your job? On the site it said something about vice executive inven . . ."

"Right, right. I'm a vice executive branch based inventory specialist. It's a hard job, but someone's got to do it, am I right?" He laughed out loud in that particularly obnoxious way, like a siren fading off into the distance.

"Ahh,I see . . ." Ash rolled over the words in her head. It sounded like a bunch of nonsense really. "So, do you come to these kind of places often?" She was really just looking for anything to say at this point.

"These kind of places?" he raised an eyebrow as he dabbed his lips with his napkin.

"You know, like fancy restaurants? White table cloths and all that?" She gestured around herself awkwardly, feeling her all too fancy blouse pull out of her long skirt a little as she did so.

"Ahh, hm. Why yes. Certainly, I am a fan of gourmet cuisine." His tone made Ash's bullshit detector fly off the charts. "And the atmosphere is really quite pleasant."

There was a pause in which Ash almost agreed with him. But after a moment, she realized she didn't really feel that way at all.

"Oh. I generally just stay at home, you know . . . or eat at the taco cart next to the office." She couldn't help but smile as her date squirmed in his seat a bit. It was nice to see what a little honesty could do for her self esteem.

Their stunted conversation was interrupted as the waiter brought up a bottle of the house red to the table. Grant accepted the bottle with aplomb, sniffing and then nibbling on the end of the cork. It was probably supposed to make him seem sophisticated, but it ended up making him look like some kind of snobbish chipmunk.

Ash looked at the wine and then up at her date for the evening and immediately poured herself a glass slightly too full of the dark reddish liquid, taking a hefty slug of it before excusing herself to go use the restroom.

Rubbing a hand across her face as her heels clacked against the wooden floors she opened the door to the well lit black marble lined bathroom, putting her hands down on the counter and staring into her reflection. She wasn't sure exactly why she was still here, as the guy seemed like a huge putz, but as she thought about it, maybe this was just a kind of practice for meeting real people, because god knows, they can't all be like this Grant guy. And anyways, if guys are allowed to have one night stands, then certainly she should be able to as well. It's not like there's anyone still around to gossip about it. Maybe this was just some kind of penance for being out of practice for so long . . .

As Ash was off pumping up her determination in the bathroom, Grant looked around with an overly conspicuous glance. This date wasn't going well at all, and it was costing him an arm and a leg to come here even though they were going Dutch (He really shouldn't have offered to buy the wine.) Conspiratorially, he removed a small paper sachet from his pocket and flicked it, shaking it slowly. Being the one in charge of the shelfers at the supermarket was really not as lucrative as he would like it to be, but at least he could make his title sound impressive.

He was a really nice guy . . . He was positive of this fact as he had crafted a persona that was irresistible to women. But he just wanted to be sure tonight. He wasn't a creep or anything, and this stuff was a perfectly legal herbal aphrodisiac "guaranteed to spice up your night" according to the site he had bought it from. The first ingredient on the label was "caffeine," but it came fairly highly recommended, and so it seemed worth a try. Ripping the edge of the sachet, he poured the whitish powder into her glass and swirled it around gently. Hopefully it really would spice up their evening, because he wasn't coming to a fancy place like this for nothing.

Ash returned to the table with a look of grim determination on her face. She was going to do this. Afterward she could decide whether to swear off the whole seeking out a relationship thing all together, but for now, she was in it for the long haul. After sitting down and looking across the table at his shit eating grin, she decided that it might be more difficult than she expected, and enlisted the help of her old friend, alcohol. The wine was really exceptional, with a smoky musk that she didn't quite notice before and she polished off the glass quickly in between bites of the slightly overdone pasta. The eating and drinking also gave her a good excuse to say as little as possible while she formulated her game plan.

Unfortunately, Grant took the opportunity to fill the silence with tales of his exploits: how he donated to charities, his large and apparently impressive boat, and his "great" taste in classical music. Ash nodded along for awhile, but then eventually interrupted him while filling up her third glass of wine.

"Nope." She said shortly, smiling up at him.

"Beg your pardon. I . . ." Grant seemed genuinely confused.

"I haven't believed half of the things you've said all evening." She took another slug of wine, raising a finger as he began to protest.

"But I've been out of the game for long enough that I'm obviously in sorry need of practice." It felt strange actually saying this out loud, but it was oddly empowering. The wine sat in her belly like a calming pool of liquid courage. "So you can stop talking about your phony little life. After this we will go back to my apartment, and then we will fuck each other. After that I hope to never see you again."

"I . . . Uhh . . ." Grant was confused. There was the promise of sex in there, and so he had succeeded in a way. It's not like he was planning on a long term relationship from this anyways, but he'd never met someone quite so frank about it. "Alright then." He finished lamely as he began to eat his almost untouched cantolini in silence.

* * *

Two glasses of wine and one cab ride later, Ash was finding that she was really quite enjoying herself. Instead of talking about grandiose life achievements, she began to tell Grant about her plain everyday life. She wasn't quite sure why really, as most of it wasn't particularly interesting, but it must have been the wine. It felt like she didn't have anything to lose, and so during the ride in the cab she talked about the macaroni picture she had made in kindergarten, the fact that her neighbors in Vermont used to have peacocks that drove her crazy with their cries, and that her favorite color was actually red, even though she told everyone it was aqua because it sounded more mysterious.

Grant initially treated this sudden opening of the floodgates with trepidation, but it was hard to stay angry about being . . . brushed off? That wasn't quite the word for it, but it was odd to find someone else that was just looking for a single date with no strings attached. Anyways, it was hard to stay miffed about it when she began to spout off her life story to him with a genuineness that he had never encountered on a first date before. He tried to interject a few times, but whenever he got even close to stretching the truth, she gave a him a scouring glare that stopped him directly in his tracks.

Ash was just feeling better and better, becoming positively excited to have someone enter her lair after so long as they got out of the cab and took the concrete and re-bar stairs up to her modest third story apartment. She hadn't been expecting to bring anyone home, but she found that the idea of someone else seeing her cluttered apartment didn't bother her in the slightest. It didn't even matter to her that the guy she was going to sleep with sounded like some kind of sleazeball, in fact, she almost liked it more this way. She was going to use him, and just make him hers for the entire night.

"So, this is it: Chateau du Ash." She grinned as she unlocked her door with jingling keys and waved him into her fairly unkempt kitchen with neglected dishes still piled in the sink.

"It's a . . . nice place." Grant looked around at the counters littered with magazines and old mail as he scratched at the back of his head.

"Really? I'm sure it doesn't compare to your palatial mansion where you keep your yacht." The sarcasm dripped off of her words as she wrapped herself around behind him and spoke directly into his ear, closing the door with her heel clad foot behind her.

Grant's pulse raced as he felt her body against his. "Look, uhh, about what I said earlier . . . Some of it might have been a little bit of an exaggeration . . ."

"You think?" Ashe breathily whispered before nibbling at the tip of his ear. There was something so very attractive about being close to him in this very dominant position.

"Ahh!" Grant exclaimed, almost flinching at the contact. Her tongue running over his skin sent shivers through his spine as her arms tightened around him with surprising strength. "Well, I did actually meet Robert Downy Jr. once though . . ."

"Well, maybe I'll just pretend that you're him then." With a wicked smile, Ash unwrapped herself from around him and led him by the arm past her framed macaroni picture back towards her bedroom. Opening the door with a smile and flicking on the light, she tossed herself onto her queen sized bed with a noisy squeak prying off her high heels with something approaching a snarl. They seemed even tighter than she remembered; in fact, all of her clothes seemed a little uncomfortable right now.

Grant swallowed slowly as he began to unbutton his glossy maroon shirt as well. He remembered her being a fairly small person when they met at the restaurant, but now she was making the edge of the mattress sink down alarmingly. Maybe it was just a pillow-top or something . . . "So, uhh, I guess now we . . ." He took his wallet out and removed the string of three condoms that he always kept wrapped there.

"Less talk Casanova." Ash growled out, grabbing his tie and pulling him forwards, yanking him to his knees before her. "Let's give that mouth of yours something better to do shall we?"

In the back of her head, Ash considered her own actions with amazement. Her blood just seemed to boil as she took charge of the situation in a way that she never had before. Never in her life had she felt so alive and brimming with confidence, spreading her legs and hiking her dress up with a grin as she licked her lips with her oddly sensitive tongue.

Grant was more used to being the one on the receiving end of the pre-show activities in the bedroom, but so long as it all led to sex he was okay with it. And it's not like he could really do much to resist at this point anyways as her surprisingly strong hands pulled his head in between her thighs, rubbing his panting face against her lacy black panties before he could even protest.

She hooked a finger under the delicate garment as her other hand pressed in at the back of his head, giving him full access to her moistened snatch. Grant smirked, that little herbal "supplement" must really be working. He tentatively lapped out with his tongue before he felt and heard a strangely deep growl resonate through her body.

"Harder." She kneaded his ears roughly as she clenched in around the sides of his head with her powerful thighs even as small rents formed in her stockings. An unexpectedly low lusty rumble of bliss escaped her lips as Grant really began to use his tongue as she pulled him in tighter. He ground against her labia and slipped all the way up to her madly sensitive pulsing clit. The experience made her shudder in a way she never had before as she could practically feel the blood rushing to her groin.

With a sudden surge of power, Ash wrapped her legs around him and leaned back, breasts heaving as her chest began to stretch and press out at her blouse, but she didn't even care at this point, The tentative licks felt so amazingly good in a way that oral stimulation never had before. Her clit pulsed and Grant's lapping slowed a bit as she snarled and pulled him in tighter, not even needing words at this point as the seams of her clothes creaked around her bulging muscles.

Grant barely had enough space to breathe, and he couldn't see a thing as his face was smothered against her hot skin under her black satin skirt, but something seemed wrong. She was getting tighter and tighter as he lapped against her folds. It was difficult to even brush past her femininity at this point even though the flesh was becoming softer with every lap, jostling and oddly covered by a soft fuzz that contrasted with the dark wiry hair that he expected.

Ash's lengthening pink tongue flopped out past her blackening lips as she panted, body creaking in an indescribably pleasurable way as her shirt finally tore open with a long rending sound, bursting off of her as she continued to grow. Her legs ground together behind Grant, lengthening and thickening as her toes bulged out into large heavy dog-like pads, pulsing and swelling as thick dark gray fur blossomed between her toes, creeping up her legs as they stretched out longer, her stockings left in tatters as thick fur burst through them in soft scattered tufts. She leaned her head back and moaned, not quite aware of what was happening to her, but whatever it was, it felt absolutely amazing.

Something was wrong. Grant shook his head, and pulled back with all of his strength, falling against the hard wood of her floor, knocking a few books off of her dresser, gasping for breath as he looked up and froze.

This was impossible. Ash's body was twisting before his very eyes. She reclined against the bed, one hand tweaking the nipple of her breast as her chest barreled out, rippling with corded muscle. Her massive clawed feet weren't even remotely human at this point as they scraped white gouges against her polished floor, tensing with ecstasy as her entire form swelled larger, easily a good two feet taller than him at this point and still growing. It was all made oddly surreal at this point as the hulking lupine monstrosity that was Ash still had a stretched and now tattered dress hanging from her waist, not even reaching the tops of her knees.

He pushed himself back from the impossible monstrosity, slamming his back against her door as he found himself unable to take his eyes off of her while her breasts strained back into solid flat muscle and a fluffy wave of light fur raced up her chest, covering her body completely. Her hands thickened and bulged, becoming plate sized grasping paws while her arms swelled out with bulging muscles.

Ash hardly even remembered that her one time date was in the room as the glorious changes washed over her. Her mouth hung open as her jaws pulled forwards and her teeth sharpened into wicked fangs, long slippery lupine tongue running over them experimentally as her ears twitched and pulled up towards the top of her head while the frame of her bed creaked under her steadily increasing weight. Her eyes closed, almost as if in concentration, and then opened to reveal blazing yellow irises with jet black pupils as her muzzle broke into a particularly sinister grin, nose turning black and leathery, huffing in the tantalizing scent of fear mixed with arousal.

She felt good. Better than she ever had before. She looked down at her form, turning a massive paw-hand over before her face. This was odd, and something told her that she should be panicking, but for the first time in as far back as she could remember, she felt perfectly happy with her body even as it swelled and twisted before her eyes, filling her mind with animalistic desire.

Grant's rational mind was overcome by panic as he scrabbled behind him for the handle of the door, but just as he found it and began to turn it, there was a savage snarl and the beast was on him in an instant. The monster was immense, and its massive weight knocked him to the side as he screamed and felt its heavy padded paw-like hands pin him to the floor.

Ash's large panting black nose huffed in the deliciously mixed scents of fear and arousal as the man began screaming underneath her massive lupine form. Her newly formed instincts encouraged her to snarl, revealing her finger sized dripping white fangs inches from Grant's recoiling face. But it was odd, she still also thought it almost hilarious that such a macho guy was now curled up on the floor underneath her. Couldn't he handle a little bit of foreplay?

Grant stopped screaming the instant that terrifying growl rattled his bones. Although there were no words being spoken that he could discern, the message was crystal clear as his yell halted in his throat. The humanoid animal's massive muzzle was huge, almost the size of a horse's head as it buried itself in the nape of his neck. He let out a strangled peep of terror, certain his life was going to end before the beast that was Ash began to lick out across his neck with her massive pink canine tongue in long hot sloppy strokes. He couldn't prevent an odd strangled giggle from escaping his lips as the balmy licking slathered across his face.

"Uhh . . . Ash . . . !" His voice was met with another savage sounding growl, this one right next to his ear. As clear as daylight, another rule had been laid out by the huge werwolf towering over him: No talking.

Ash turned her massive neck backwards as a sharp discomfort made her bare her fangs and turn around suddenly. There was a bulge pressing out and tugging at the straining waist of her dress, and she reached back with one of her colossal hands ripping the last scrap of fabric from her body, revealing a thick furry wolfish tail, dark gray on the top with almost white fluff on the bottom wagging frenetically as she freed it and turned around to Grant with a lupine grin.

He was scrabbling for the door again. That wasn't right at all. This guy needed to be taught a lesson; shown where his proper place was.

The heat pulsing through Ash's body felt amazing, and she huffed out in animal pleasure, claws scraping gouges in the floor as she padded towards the panicking man before her, tail swaying lazily behind her. Grant's mouth hung half open, staring up at her as she stood at her full height, the floor groaning under her as the tips of her flickering ears brushed against the ceiling. But her lupine head was not what seemed to hold the man's terrified gaze. His silent wide eyes were fixed lower, down past her massive muscled chest and her strong abdominals, to the red animal prick that poked out of a fuzzy sheath nestled between her strong thighs with taut testes that jostled underneath it.

Ash licked her thin black lips with her long dexterous tongue as she stared down at her animal package. It was only a second before her predatory gaze locked back onto the cowering man with a very purposeful grin. A part of her still had almost no clue what was going on, but it was so very easy to follow her forming instincts that promised her very convincingly that she was going to enjoy this.

Grant didn't have time to even swear as the massive wolf grabbed him, pulling miniscule form up and pinning him with his back up against the wall. He tried to pull away, raising his chin up, but her huge padded palms grasped in firmly on either side of his head, pulling his face down as she ground her massive jostling lupine testes and furry sheath against his flushed face. The taut fuzzy flesh pressing against him was accompanied by an impossibly potent scent, an earthen spicy musk that burned into his senses as his nose began to darken slightly while he couldn't help but huff in harder even as he tried to pull away.

Growling in pleasure, Ash's tongue hung out of the corner of her mouth as the man's struggles stimulated her sensitive flesh, gradually dying down as her powerful scent overwhelmed his senses. She knew at this point that this would be the outcome, no one could resist her presence for long. Even she could smell her palpable wolfish reek and the power barely constrained within it as her crimson prick began to pulse.

She grabbed her crotch, stroking the glistening pointed tip of her maleness and rumbling in pleasure as her finger became soaked in a jolt of clear pre. Ash's tail wagged eagerly as she ran her het heavy clawed finger down the side of his face, leaving a slick trail before pushing it past his lips gently, spreading his enraptured jaws slightly as his tongue slowly licked across her slick padded digit. His mouth moved of its own accord at the sudden intense flavor, tongue feeling like it was on fire in the best of ways as her clawed finger clicked against his teeth and that musky taste just seeped into his mind. He lapped out as she slowly pulled the sopping digit back. He wanted more.

Shaking his head, Grant couldn't quite remember what had distressed him a moment ago as the beautiful giant pushed down on his shoulders slightly. The realization hit him as Ash ground her leaking canine prick against the side of his face, smearing him with a hot then cold trail of clear wolfish essence. There was no way that he could do anything like this . . . but tingling sensation, the taste, and that heavenly scent. All he wanted to do was get closer to it, to please his . . . his . . .

Reaching down, Ash pressed the massive tip of her cock against his indecisive lips, thrusting forwards with her hips, tail raised behind her as the tapered head of her girthy carmine member spread his jaws wide. Grant's eyes strained shut as the electric flesh pushed past his lips, but that just made it easier to focus on the burning flavor that seemed to seep into his very blood with molten pulses of lust. Ash smiled as she felt his tongue tentatively lick the side of her shaft before he began to lap and suckle, enraptured by her wolfish taste just as she knew he would be.

As her lupine cock began to pulse out longer, the man couldn't fit the growing length in his mouth. Ash's heavy testes pressed against his chin while she began to rub in at the sides of his head, feeling his jaws creak and begin to stretch as his nose pulled up turning black and moist, huffing in her powerful musk. His tongue started moving almost of its own accord, becoming longer and infinitely more finessed as it wrapped around the hot wolfish meat in his expanding muzzle. Her great paws rubbed at his ears as they twisted and pulled into flickering points atop his head as his brownish hair faded to a darker black with hints of mahogany, softening into densely packed wolf fur that her claws ran through as the tip of her cock scraped tortuously against his now ridged palate, jolting out a sloppy spurt of hot thick clear pre that he lapped up with canine eagerness.

Grant's body began to swell, muscles bulging as the wolfish heat coursed through his veins. Ash growled a warning snarl above him as his sharpening teeth brushed against her cock, and he opened his now almost entirely lupine jaws as far as they would go, taking her hot shaft of pulsing flesh into the soft clenching back of his throat.

In a rush of sensation, Ash felt something strain at her furry sheath as a straining bulb of flesh bulged out and swelled into a massive knot of flesh at the base of her cock. The sensation of the now eager male lapping at the edge of her canine bulge made her whine in bliss as she rocked against him. Her cock arced up in his mouth, twitching as her heavy lupine balls churned and clenched.

She howled as Grant's eyes went wide, blazing into a bright golden yellow as she let loose fountains of thick hot wolf seed in to his slavering gullet. His cheeks bulged as his head flew back, cum running out the edges of his muzzle as she loosed jet after sopping jet of her potent seed over his face, sopping thick strings of the pearlecent benediction spattering all over his body, making him feel smoldering hot as the seed almost seemed to seep inside of his molten skin.

Eventually, her massive orgasm tapered to an end, tail raising one last time, anus clenching as she squeezed out one last impossibly pleasurable splurt, leaving the sopping man before her, his form growing taller and bulkier as fur began to burst into existence all over his body, radiating out from where her liquid hot seed had marked him as her own. What scraps were left of his shirt strained and tore as he panted, long tongue lapping up the seed around his long wolfish muzzle as he awkwardly tore off his pants with one of his swelling arms.

Heavy black claws poked through the ends of his socks as his legs bulged, forcing him onto the balls of his feet as they swelled out into thick lupine pads with brown and gray fur wrapped around each growing digit. Just watching him change made a strange kind of unknown pleasure bubble up in Ash's insides, and she rubbed her hulking nearly nine foot tall body against him as he whined out in lost bliss while he continued to grow and change for the better. Their footsteps resounded against her floor as his size began to approach her own, and she ground her sopping member against his straining human organ as it too began to swell and twist.

Leaning in, she licked across the end of the perplexed male's muzzle with a smug smile, reaching down between them and squeezing her own mammoth pole against his smaller still mostly human cock. There was a slow squelching noise as she firmly began to run her leathery paw up and down, crushing their shafts together, each motion making his dick swell larger, skin thinning down and becoming a throbbing carmine that matched her own as the tip pulled into a needy point, leaking out a slick stream of his own musky pre as his testes bulged and swelled, jostling against her own furry sack, pulling the heavy taut orbs against his body as a soft fuzzy sheath developed at the base of his member, connected loosely to his furred belly.

His mind could barely take the pleasure, and even the more dominant Ash leaned her head back and folded her ears as the pleasure mounted and the base of his cock began to swell while she rubbed her bulging knot against his own massive forming canine base. She pressed forwards, drawing him into a savage kiss as her huge paw squeezed harder, making him whine as she tasted her own alluring flavor inside of his balmy muzzle, their tongues entwining as he tilted his head and they lapped at each other, crimson canine cocks sandwiched between them, rubbing against their supple belly fur. Grant's own hands scraped against the wall, cutting crumbling gouges into the drywall as his nails thickened into heavy claws and the tips of his fingers bulged out into thick dark paw pads.

The forming wolf was so close, his entire world enveloped by animal need as his throbbing length was roughly ground against her own slightly thicker member. But the building molten desire growing inside of him was interrupted suddenly as the hulking gray wolf that had been his date pulled back from the kiss, grabbing his still growing form with her strong paws and tossing him towards the bed with a lusty growl. The heavy thud was matched by the sharp rapping against one of the walls from an angry neighbor trying to get some sleep, but neither of the wolves even noticed at this point.

Grant fell forwards, huge paws spread out in front of him, ripping holes in the now disheveled sheets as he turned to look behind him with his thick flexible lupine neck, whites showing in the corners of his eyes in that particular canine way. Behind him, the huge horny wolf approached slowly, ears upright and eager as she combed her massive paws through the soft fur growing in on his broadening back. He was easily over seven feet tall at this point, and his weight was making the bed creak alarmingly under his weight.

Ash huffed in the balmy air through her panting black nose, drinking in the masculine reek of their wolfish musks combining. She leaned in and sniffed down his spine, nibbling at the thickening black and brown fur, reaching lower and lower until her cold nose pressed up against the sensitive tight pink ring of his anus, making the changing man yip in surprise.

The forming wolf's claws clenched, rending into the mattress as Ash's wide warm tongue brushed out in a long sloppy upwards stroke across his anus. He let out a strangled ululation at the new sensation. In the back of his mind, something was telling him that he shouldn't be enjoying this, but as the sloppy strokes continued with lupine relish, his ears pulled back in bliss while his flesh bulged and tightened, clenching as it stretched into a proper tight animal orifice, quivering with every heavy lick.

Haunches tensing, Grant's claws scraped against the floor as his entire body strained while, just above his tortured ass, a fuzzy nub of flesh tugged out, stretching his skin around it. Her massive hand-paw grabbed the small protrusion and pulled, making his spine strain and crack out longer, stretching his anus out at its base as she pressed in with her canine tongue, slowly slipping inside of his ass with a hot rush as he clenched needfully around her flickering pink flesh. As his tail grew longer, stretched by her strong paws, he could smell his own lupine scent begin to permeate the room, almost as strong as his lover's . . . almost . . .

They were both faintly aware of someone pounding at the floor and yelling about all of the noise, but neither one cared in the least as their massive forms strained and slammed around the now tiny seeming room with wild passionate abandon.

Stretching her jaws wide, Ash shoved in, making him whine out in bliss as she pressed against something inside of him that made his cock jerk and leak out a thick hot dribble of pre against the sodden bedding under him. With a final cracking pop, his tail was pulled out to its full bushy length, and he couldn't help but wag the thick appendage in ecstasy, batting against Ash's ears ans making his ass clench as her deft powerful tongue slipped out of him, circling around the edge of his glistening orifice one last time, black nose huffing in eagerly at the base of his tail before she pulled back, making the bed creak and shake alarmingly underneath him.

Grant wanted to rise up as well, but her heavy paw pressed against his back. He looked back to see her confident toothy grin as she lifted up at his tail with her other arm, pulling herself towards him with obvious intent. His mind barely had time for resignations: that glistening tapered red shaft was huge, and the colossal knot at the base was impossibly large even though his mind was screaming that he needed it inside of him. His internal trepidation was completely forgotten as soon as she stepped forwards and ground the side of her shaft against his backside, scraping past his jostling furry balls and rubbing against his slickened pink quivering ring of muscle.

The teasing was driving him wild, and from that point forwards all that he wanted was to feel her inside of him, to feel that heat pulsing through him as she claimed him as her own.

Ash grinned at his subtle change in posture, receiving the message loud and clear as she lined herself up with his taut anus, taking her time as the wolf under her whined in need. In one firm smooth motion, she thrust forwards, hands clenched against his heavy hips, slowly spreading his strained clenching passage wide as the pointed tip of her pulsing hot shaft sank inside of him.

His tail whapped around wildly against her stomach as she began to thrust, sinking slightly deeper with every rocking motion, stretching his tight ass wider and wider as she quickly sank in past the slick bulge in the middle of her shaft. They were both growling and whining out in animal pleasure as he began to push back against her, tongue lolling out to the side as he leaned down and raised his ass up to give her better access.

The bed creaked and groaned with every slamming thrust as their massive forms strained together. Grant ground the side of his lupine head against the torn up bedding as the edge of her knot slammed against his taut entrance, rocking both of them as Ash growled and pressed in harder. His jostling balls tightened and pressured spurts of pre leaked out of the chiseled head of his member while the sensitive tip rubbed against the tattered blankets. The huge throbbing mass of flesh pressed in at his straining ass, bumping against him and stretching him wider and wider with each thrust, but there just seemed like no possible way that it would ever fit, even as he whined and slammed back against her needily.

Leaning in closer, Ash opened her balmy lupine muzzle and bit down on the thick ruff of his neck, tugging at the tough skin as she clenched it between her teeth, making him yipe out in pleasure and pain. As she leaned in, there was an alarming squeal from the bed frame that neither wolf paid any attention to as Ash's thrusts became short and powerful, ramming her knot against his straining entrance again and again with body-rocking strength, stretching it wider and wider, but being stymied every time until, with a lurching crash, the frame of the bed buckled, sending the rutting wolves to the floor as gravity added that final impetus that forced her colossal knot into his ass with a yowling shout from both of them as Grant strained and then clamped down on it with a body-wide muscular contraction.

The pounding at the floor got louder as the person in the apartment below threatened to call the cops, but neither wolf cared about such trivialities. Ash wrapped her arms around her newly changed lover's huge chest and rolled the both of them over onto their backs as his clenching ass squeezed and worried around the base of her knot with inhuman strength as he rest atop her with her know squeezing against something inside of him that set his nerves alight. His toe-claws clenched at the air as her massive testes ground against his own, churning and seething in their fuzzy homes, straining as they both neared that impossible precipice of desire.

They writhed together, great furry bodies ponderously gyrating as her hand ran down his taut muscular stomach towards his solid throbbing red member, wrapping around it and sliding down its slickened length to clamp suddenly around the base, squeezing it with her huge leathery padded fingers. His body went rigid as he felt her cock jerk and arc up inside of him, their balls squeezing together as they both yowled out in bliss, pressure rising up to a fever pitch before her entire body shook, tail twisting wildly as she began to pump out molten hot waves of lupine spunk into his squeezing twisting insides with enough force to leak out around the edges of her massive tight knot.

Simultaneously, she kneaded around the bulging knot of his own cock with her slickened palm as he clamped his jaws together, straining with every fiber of his huge frame as the seething pleasure rose up within him and his shaft began to jerk and gush out hot thick ropes of wolfish essence that spattered down over his heaving chest in hot heavy splashes. Grant's orgasm made his muscular ass clamp down in powerful irregular bursts, causing Ash to howl with renewed pleasure, her lupine member continuing to pump him full of her thick hot seed.

Twisting his head around, Grant lapped at her soft furry chin before she leaned in and they shared a long sloppy kiss as their orgasms reached critical mass and then slowly faded into the blazing embers of passion that still caused them to groan and squeeze out a seemingly endless stream of penultimate pressured bursts of male essence. Her knot still stuck perfectly fast in his slowly squeezing ass, she broke the kiss, their sprawled forms spooning on the tattered remains of the bed amidst the debris of a room that looked like it was hit by a hurricane.

She licked a stray drop of musky wolf cum from his flickering ear, hugging his furry form close against her as the knocking from the floor below continued shouting threats of violence unless they quieted down. She grinned as they snuggled up and she let her lover drift off into exhausted sleep while she hugged him close, ears flickering in annoyance at the human noise from the walls.

This was a problem that could wait until tomorrow. Her pack could use a few more members anyways . . .