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Blacksnip the Thoroughbred. For a friend.

Geff looked again at the few notes he had made in his revision notebook and sighed. Deeply. His anthrocomparative anatomy exam was less than a week away, and like all the exams in his anthroveterinary degree, he had to pass it to progress. The problem was, he just had too little experience of werewolves. In anthrohorse anatomy he was near the top of his class, he was sure, as he was in anthrodeer and anthroruminant anatomy. Cats, he could cope with. Anthrocanines in general, he was pretty good with. After all, those species were everywhere, including in his classes. In fact, he was one of the few humans studying Anthroveterinary Medicine. It was quite easy, when one wanted to study physical anatomy, to ask an anthro classmate round (of whatever species), and do a visual exam. Most of them had no objection to taking off their clothes; in fact, many he had gained a very good idea of their reproductive anatomy and function. Momentarily, his concern over his exam faded as he thought of the black anthro stallion he had 'examined' just last week. Of course, he had to study reproductive function, and the number of gushes and sheer quantity of equine semen he had seen explode from the stallion's flare after some purely research focussed stimulation (of course) had hugely impressed him. But werewolves. Geff sighed. The problem was, they were quite aloof, generally keeping the company of their own kind.

As he walked back to his digs after class the following day (anthrogenetics, 3 hours) he had a sudden flash of inspiration. As a very curvaceous anthrolynx female wearing very little jogged past him, breathing hard, he dug his mobile out of the pocket next to the bulge developing in his denims, and dialled Ed. Ed, he recalled, was fascinated with werewolves, and had actually dated a werewolf bitch for a few weeks until, as Ed described it, the relationship turned a bit 'bitey'.

'Yeah' said Ed. 'They don't hang out anywhere much but the Moon and Lunatic. You know that place, don't ya'? Geff shivered. It was down Bourbon Boulevard, a street no-one paid much attention to (if they were sensible) since that unexplained explosion blew up half the pavement a few years back. The power company claimed it was an underground cable, but most had their doubts. 'It's a dive, isn't it?' asked Geff. 'Sure is mate. But where else would you expect to find werewolves? And they're unlikely to hurt you this time of the lunar month. Just, y'know. Be careful. No silver jewellery, no wolfsbane or mistletoe. But you know that'. With a click, Ed rang off.

So it was that later that evening, Geff pushed open the heavy and scarred door (covered with what looked like decades of claw marks) of the derelict-looking Moon and Lunatic. As he entered the dim and dingy interior, lit with peculiar candles which seemed to give off a blueish moon-like glow, the quiet conversation (if the collection of snarling and growling sounds qualified as conversation) instantly ceased, and the earthy, musky scent of werewolves filled his nostrils. Several pairs of amber eyes followed his slow progress to the bar. The huge and shaggy barman, barely human yet not lupine, turned to face him.

A tutting, disdainful exhalation escaped his lips, and his shaggy eyebrows raised an inch. 'Really?', he said. 'You sure?'. 'Yes' Geff replied. I'll have a....'. He recognised only one of the bottles behind the bar, a very, very old and faded Black Bottle whisky. 'A shot of Black Bottle'. 'Well', said the barman, sniggering slightly at his own double meaning, 'It's your neck'. The tumbler slammed down on the countertop, and Geff handed over his money. As he raised the glass to his mouth, he noticed that there were patches of discolouration on the counter which strongly resembled dried blood. He shivered involuntarily, and as he did so, a soft, sibilant female voice filled his left ear.

'Don't mind Hugo' it said. 'Your very fine neck will probably be okay'. Geff dared to turn his head, and found himself meeting the eyes of a brown werewolf bitch who had silently padded up next to him. She let out a growly giggle as she saw the sudden fear in his eyes, then her lupine face grew serious. 'We are not all as you humans think'. As the terrified Geff continued to remain mute, her black lips drew back in a slight snarl, exposing bright white fangs, as she started to anger. 'Hey, what the heck did you expect to meet in... Oh!' The hairs on the back of Geff's neck prickled as he saw her amber eyes focus on his lower neck. Was this how he was to meet his end, in an ill-advised trip to check out werewolf anatomy? Would they shortly be exploring his anatomy- from the inside?

'You're an anthroveterinarian'? whispered the werewolf bitch. Suddenly Geff realised that the werewolf was staring at the modified rod of Asclepius pendant his mother had given him as a present for winning a place at anthrovet college.

'Y..yes', stammered Geff. 'Or I will be. I'm studying. But I'm having trouble with... with... werewolf anatomy'.

The bitch didn't say anything, but continued to gaze at the silver (actually nickel) pendant. As she did so, tilting her head back and forth, Geff got a chance to study her. She was over six foot tall, slender for a werewolf, her fur a warm rich chestnut brown colour. Her anthroform breasts were full and naked, dark nipples just protruding; Geff felt a stirring he had not expected in his groin. As his eyes travelled down over the furry belly they met an incongruous and bizarre sight; the werewolfess was wearing yellow black polkadotted bikini bottoms. As she spoke, he brought his gaze up to meet hers again, hoping his staring at her strange outfit hadn't shown.

'I like anthrovets. An anthrovet saved my mother. Not all will help werewolves, but this one did. I was very grateful'. She moved closer, and placed a huge beclawed paw on his breast. Her touch was like fire, and she leaned in and gently... licked his face. Despite his surprise, his groin felt like it was on fire, his cock springing to attention. He hoped it didn't show.

'Well... will... will you help... me? I need to... study a werewolf'.

'Oh. You want to study... me?' she replied, her yellow eyes burning. 'Stud', she added. Geff felt a dampness in his underwear.

'Erm... well... if you didn't... mind' he managed to say. He had learned how dangerously sexually intoxicating the female werewolf could be in his anthrobehaviour class (ABE0032, section anthrosexual behaviour) and now he sure as hell was experiencing it. A sudden warm sensation on the back of his neck brought him back to the here and now, and he turned around, to stare into a huge black furry chest. He drew back involuntary to see a huge 8ft male werewolf who had silently appeared directly behind him. The eyes fixed on him were deep amber, tinged with red it seemed to Geff, the wolfen head massive, white teeth set in massively powerful bone-crushing jaws glinting behind parted lips, the werewolf's broad muscular chest and indeed the rest of his body covered in jet black fur the colour of a moonless and starless night. 'He...he... hello?' said Geff. The werewolf nodded and let out a snarly growl. 'This is my mate, Prend' said the sibilant silky voice of the bitch. 'He doesn't really speak much'. 'Oh... Okay' responded Geff. 'I'm Jerl, by the way'. 'Oh. Pleased to... meet you?' The upward inflection in Geff's voice wasn't so much a question as an involuntary expression of bewilderment. He had just noticed the male werewolf was wearing (or more, bulging out of) a pair of Y-front underwear which he was bizarrely wearing the wrong way round, presumably so his long bushy tail could protrude through the Y- shaped opening normally intended for ease of urination. The bitch's next words brought a sudden need to urinate to Geff.

'Prend, honey. This nice young anthrovet wants to examine me. What do you think, sweet cheeks?'

Geff couldn't avoid meeting the male's gaze, and although the logical part of his brain was telling him to run like hell, his legs weren't responding to anything his brain told them. He stayed frozen to his chair, trembling and anticipating a crushing blow from the dog werewolf's huge paws or indeed a pair of enormous jaws locking around his neck.

The male just grunted.

'Great, that's settled then. Anything to help an Anthrovet that likes werewolves!' Jerl gestured to the barman to garner his attention. 'Hugo, you got a room free upstairs? We need some privacy'.

Hugo looked at Geff and smiled- nastily. He sniggered. 'Yeah. Four's free. Just don't make any mess, yeah?' He looked at Geff again and chuckled. Equally nastily.

So it was that Geff found himself sitting on a bed (no more than an uncovered mattress on an old iron bedstead) gazing at a female werewolf smiling wolfishly as she stood in front of him. Much more frightening was the fact that the huge dog werewolf had sat himself down on the bed next (in fact, uncomfortably close) to him. Geff could feel the werewolf's breathing vibrating the mattress underneath him.

'Okay honey' said the werewolf bitch. 'I suppose you need me naked'. Geff's penis immediately stirred in his underwear, despite the dangerous situation he appeared to be in.

'Errr... yes, if that's okay with you'. Geff didn't dare to look at the dog werewolf sitting too close beside him.

'Of course my dear'. In an instant, the polkadot bikini briefs were shed, and the female werewolf was naked in front of him. Geff gazed at her. Her powerful facial features, the shiny teeth visible behind the open grin, her face unquestionably more feminine than the male beside him, the shaggy neck mane which ended atop her human shaped (yet glossy brown fur covered) breasts, the dark nipples protruding, along with the several wolf-form nipples which made a double track over her belly. The arms long, forepaws powerful with clean pawpads and protruding nailsclaws. Geoff couldn't help but look down her torso into her groin; the dark almost triangular vulva protruding from her glossy fur, an unmistakable glistening in its folds and a darkening in the fur below indicating sexual arousal. Quickly, surprised and embarrassed, Geff looked up and met her gaze.

'I think if you are able to see me naked, it's only fair I get to see a human naked... again. It's been a long time'. The male werewolf growled quietly, and stood up, the mattress recoiling upward at the lifting of his weight. Geff swallowed, dry-mouthed. Was this the end coming?

To his surprise, the dog werewolf merely bent down, and removed his Y-fronts. His glossy black frame was more muscular than the bitch's, the chest broader and the arms more defined with muscle. His digigrade legs were even more muscular, the footpaws huge. His tail swished lazily behind his rump. Geff's gaze could not help dwell on his groin; the large glossy black sheath and the short-haired (and substantial) testicles hanging below. As he watched, the pink penis tip began to protrude from the opening of the fat sheath, and Geff could swear the outline of a knot began to form at its base.

'Well', went the bitch's sibilant tones, with an edge of firmness. 'Are you going to get naked too?' The male growled again, and Geff knew that it would be wise to comply. Standing up, he quickly shed his clothes; his fully erect penis springing up and slapping his belly as he shed his boxers.

'Mmmmm' said the bitch silkily. 'That's better. Now come here and conduct your examination. I won't bite. That's a promise'.

Despite the circumstances, or perhaps because of them, Geff tried to concentrate on the aspects of werewolf anatomy that had been confounding him. The pattern of lengthening of the long bones in the therianisation of human to werewolf had been one, so he approached the bitch, and lifted her right arm in his hands, palpating the length and orientation of the radius and ulna, and their merging with the elbow joint and the processes of the humerus above. He then raised her arm, trying to ignore how this moved her large right breast towards him, and tracked her humerus up to the shoulder joint.

'Do you mind' she said silkily, 'if I feel your penis?' Geff stopped breathing momentarily. 'It's been so long'. Geff doubted that saying no was an option, and made no noise; suddenly a warm, furry paw was wrapping itself around his quite substantial shaft. 'Mmm. Feels nice'. Geff followed the werewolf's gaze down to his penis. Gently, she pulled down on his foreskin, which rolled back fully exposing his large glans, a drop of pre-ejaculatory fluid on the slit betraying his excitement. 'So long since I felt a nice, broad cockhead enter me' she breathed. The next thing she did surprised him; she dropped elegantly to her knees, so her muzzle was right in front of his cock, and looked up at him. 'You know werewolves love bodily juices' she whispered. She extended her tongue, and deftly licked the bead of precum from his cockhead. 'Mmmm, human. Nice' she said, licking her lips.

Now the lupine tongue moved slowly over the bottom of his glans, lingering as it crossed its ridge and flicking side to side, before continuing on down the frenulum and gliding down the prominent urethral bulge. Geff could only groan in pleasure, not knowing how to react, and glancing at the huge powerful dog werewolf watching his mate toy with a puny human. How would this end- with his head torn off in the male's jealous rage? Did the female intend to pleasure or maul? He shuddered as the warm wet tongue glided over his large (for a human) balls and tickled the base of his scrotum. The male simply stood watching, intent, and Geff could swear more of his penis, seemingly redder than before, was protruding from the furry black sheath.

Jerl suddenly broke off her teasing, and gracefully, elegantly, retreated to lay back on the mattress. Right paw flung back and supporting her head, she spread her muscular legs, exposing the dark and wet vulva; the fur around dark and matted with fluids.

'Let's breed, darling' she said. 'Push that thick blunt glans in me. I want to feel human cock in me again; the first time in this body'. Her gaze studied Geff's stunned face. 'Call it an anatomical experiment'. Geff was still speechless. As a too casual aside, the bitch added 'And it's not a great idea to disappoint a horny bitch, is it? Or her mate...'

Geff glanced over at the dog werewolf again, and saw that the creature's huge red penis shaft was fully exposed, the network of capillaries characteristic of the canine penis scarlet, the still sheathed knot huge. A drip of pre-ejaculatory fluid spilled from the urethral opening at the pointed tip of the werewolf's cock. The werewolf growled, and to Geff the rough animal vocalisation sounded for all the world like 'F**k her'. As he stood, uncertain, the dog growled again, louder, more insistent. 'F**k her'.

One might think that the danger of the situation would have diminished Geff's erection; it was a surprise even to him that his penis remained engorged. Yet the body lying on the mattress in from of him was inviting, not threatening; the ample anthroform breasts heaving, the lips of the vulva slightly parted, pink warmth within visible. A droplet of pre-ejaculatory fluid rolled down Geff's glans.

The bitches' amber eyes flicked to his cock and lingered; a tooth-filled smile flickered over her muzzle, her fangs glinting in the strange silver candle light. She looked up at him again. 'Please...'

So it was that Geff found himself braced on the mattress above her; about to mount a werewolf, his rigid penis, quivering with each heart-pound, poised above her vulva. And then the she-wolf flexed her back muscles, raising her hips, and she brought her wet and warm vulva in contact with his penis head. His resistance, his restraint, his fear vanished as instinct took over. He drove his groin forward, and his glans pushed against the wet lips, the heat within welcoming him, encouraging him on. He pushed further, and the lips parted as the vulva was penetrated by human cockhead, which proceeded to slide into the wet vagina. Jerl let out a gentle whimper as his engorged glans stretched the walls of her vaginal canal; Geff groaned in pleasure as the heat within caressed his penis, warmer than any human he had entered before, canine body temperature being higher than human. She felt so hot as his glans and shaft slid deeper and deeper within her, until his bulging balls contacted warm wet fur. He gasped, savouring the moment, the heat and wetness seeming to run out around the base of his penis and his balls.

It was the werewolf bitch who initiated the thrusting; pushing her immensely powerful hips up into him. Then before he knew what he was doing, Geff was thrusting hard against her upward thrusts, caught up in her, and his, animal rutting. Grunts escaped him at the inward extent of each thrust; the werewolfess was panting and groaning, the cock-skewered vagina seeming to get hotter and wetter with each thrust.

'F*ck me; f*ck me hard' cried the werewolfess, without seeming to move her lips. 'Make me cum!' Her maw was open, tongue and huge teeth exposed; how could she be talking? Yet Geff obeyed her orders, needed no encouragement, thrusting harder and harder.

Suddenly Geff froze as he felt a pressure on his exposed anus, and sensed a huge hulking presence behind himself. The pressure increased; wetness spreading around the ring of muscle, and an intense heat. Was the male...

He grunted as the male werewolf's tapered penis head forced its way through his anal ring, and the pressure grew, constantly, as more and more of the huge lupine cock was pushed into his rectum. 'Oh, so tight young stud' said the male werewolf; but he didn't, only panting filled Geff's ears as the male penetrated him. 'As you seed my bitch, I will seed you, human' said the voice.

A violent thrust, and Geff's rectum was filled with red-hot werewolf penis; and the thrust made him thrust into the bitch, pleasure flooding his brain as his penis was stimulated by the motion. Immediately, the male started thrusting hard, driving his penis into Geff's rump, and thrusting Geff's hips into the female's skewered groin.

'Oh, F*ck him and f*ck me' said the werewolfess, her muzzle gaping, saliva dribbling from her lips, and her open maw surely unable to give voice to the words Geoff had just heard. But he didn't care, because with each thrust, his cock was driven into her vagina with incredible force, and his prostate was pounded hard by huge werewolf cock. The constant prostate hammering made him feel like he wanted to urinate; but at the same time his cock was thrust into the female's body, and he felt himself being driven closer and closer to orgasm. As was the werewolf bitch by the chorus of animal grunts barking from her muzzle, and the constant string of expletives she also seemed to be emitting.

And then Geff felt the fluids shifting in his swelling balls, and more fluids gathering in the root of his penis, and he knew he was reaching the point of no return. Thrust after thrust continued to drive him into the female's vagina and then her body seized, and her hips slammed up against his, and she screamed...

'Aghhhh... I'm cumming' and her red hot, burning vagina clamped down hard on his penis, which bucked in her spasming muscles with the male's thrusts. Geff cried out as muscles in his penis root contracted hard, and he started ejaculating, jet after jet of semen gushing out into lupine vagina. 'Oh, pump me full of human sperm' she groaned open-mouthed, humping her hips up into Geff's spurting penis.

As Geff's anus repeatedly clenched then relaxed with the spasms of ejaculation, his brain was full of nothing but orgasmic pleasure, until suddenly, his anus was wrenched open even wider and his rectum suddenly dilated, as the dog werewolf's penis knot penetrated him.

It should have been pain, but it was not, it was another wave of intense pleasure, and Geff's ejaculatory jets seemed to intensify and prolong; surely not possible but yet it was happening, as the male atop him grunted and Geff felt jet after jet of red-hot werewolf semen spew like fire into his rump.

'Take my semen now, wolf-brother' said the male werewolf's voice, although he did not talk; his jaws fixed in the snarl of lupine orgasm. 'I will take it' said Geff, without speaking, as he humbly yet proudly received the gushing werewolf seed. 'Good boy' said the female, without speaking.

Moments later, his orgasm finally over, Geff flopped down onto the spent female werewolf's chest, his head nuzzling her ample anthrobreasts, his relaxed rump still receiving squirt after squirt of werewolf semen, the relaxed male atop of him enjoying the prolonged orgasm of the canine male. Geff, tied as he was by the engorged knot expanded just inside his anus, could not move away even if he wanted to, which he did not. His skin prickled all over, and his bones had just started to ache a little, and Geff thought he knew what was to come. And although he didn't say it out loud, Jerl told him in his head. 'You have received the seed of the werewolf. You have given your seed to the werewolf. You know that change will come'.

'Yes' replied Geff. 'I know what is to come. Change'.

Change was good.

Copyright, Blacksnip the Thoroughbred, December 2015. Not to be disseminated or reproduced without the author's express consent.