My Girlfriend Is A Werewolf
Have you ever walked in on your girlfriend and seen her turn into a werewolf? Ever want to? You should probably read this then.
My Girlfriend Is A Werewolf
Alan's bare feet thunder down the hallway, the hard wood barely allowing him to keep traction as he hurled himself forward. He had to get to the guest bedroom. Had to get away from Grace. His shoulder hits the frame of the bathroom door as he overshoots the turn, adding more injury to the scratches Grace had given him. Things had happened so quickly, she'd changed so fast…
He had come into the bedroom at Grace's request. The timbre of her voice told him exactly what he was in for, both he and his little soldier rose to go meet her. Articles of clothing fell to the floor one by one until he stood in the doorway, where he leaned in what he hoped was a seductive manner. He had nothing on Grace, however, who lay upon the bed, every contour of her body, every placement of every limb framed in such a way to accentuate every other part of her. The moonlight lit her better than any professional studio could manage, every beam landed upon her flawlessly. It was pure perfection, and Alan briefly wondered what he had done in a past life to deserve someone so unbelievably gorgeous as Grace.
"I've got something special to show you, little pup." Grace cooed over to him. The nickname shot straight through his heart. He knew by the trembling in his fingertips that tonight was going to be something truly special. Her hand traced down her side, glided between her thighs and spread herself to one side. She moaned softly as her middle finger began to spiral around her clit, her chest rose and fell in perfect rhythm. Alan couldn't help but swallow, his body was already beginning to burn and things hadn't even truly started yet. He knew from experience not to approach when she was in the middle of one of her little shows, his feet rooted in place, they screamed at him to move forward, to be a part of that, but he knew better.
"Keep your eyes on the prize, sweet thing~" She didn't have to tell him, it would take an act of god for him to pry his eyes off of her. She began to moan louder, rolling her back as her pleasure started building. Even from a distance he could see her outer lips twitching with a fervor that was unlike her. Her clit was visibly inflamed, seeming darker, more red than usual. Alan couldn't keep still anymore, he shuffled in place as he watched his paramour slowly writhing about against the sheets. Her moans began to sound strange, growing deeper, an odd vibration rumbling in her chest.
Just as he was about to ask if she was alright, his eyes caught even more things unfamiliar to her body. Her peachy smooth body hair looked like it was growing thick, coming in in full patches of dark greys and blacks. Her feet flexed outwards, soles extended outwards as the balls of her feet bulged into rough pads. This had all gone so fast Alan didn't have time to process any one part of it, much less the whole. Every human instinct within him was telling him to run, every instinct as her lover yelling at him to go help her. It was thrill and fear in equal measure that stymied any movement forwards or backwards.
Her face pushed outwards, nose turning black as her teeth bared, now sharp and dangerous. Her tongue lolled out, far past what it should be able to, Alan swallowing a pool of saliva as he watched it flatten, widen, pressing into the pillow he wished was his own cheek. Her skin wasn't visible any more, hidden beneath thick layers of bushy coal-like fur. The room began to sway, the transformation had captivated Alan’s mind like nothing else. His face was flush, his lungs fought for air as his heart thrummed at dangerous speeds. He shuddered in place as Grace hiked her legs up, upper thighs pressed against her breasts as she stared over at him between her knees. Even now, in this scenario that would have most anyone running for the hills, she managed to look as ethereally beautiful as ever.
"This-hhh... this is the part you-... you'll enjoy the most... soon..." Clawed fingers run down to her rear, combing through her silky black fur. Her wrists turn, fingertips gingerly prodding her swollen mons, and slowly, through lust-filled trembles, she spreads herself open. Alan nearly cums at the sight of the frantic squeezing of her inner walls, the smallest of whimpers buzzing his lips. Her head was thrown back as her climax hit, a moan turning into a howl turning into a deep, chest rumbling growl. The sheets were pattered with rivulets of femcum, over and over as her whines of pleasure filled the room. Her clit, now the deepest of reds, began to engorge far past what was normal, not that any of this was normal to begin with... It kept pushing outwards more and more, soon rivaling Alan's own length, then surpassing it. It stood, towering above her spasming slit, pulsing in the air as it thickened into a more proper shape. Its tip pointed, base flaring outwards in a distinctly inhuman shape. Just below, her vulva had stopped its violent twitching, the sudden cease in its hypnotic clenching drawing Alan’s gaze away from his beloved’s new glistening pole. The folds Alan loved so much knit shut, her entrance going from a deep, glimmering hole, to nothing but a slick pink patch, then disappearing entirely beneath more bushy fur. He watched in awe as it began to press outwards, its shape intimately familiar to him. A thick, meaty orb pressed out from deep within her, popping out and settling into her new sac, followed by another meeting its brother side by side. Her extremely masculine nethers put Alan's to shame.
Grace heaved for air, but even so she managed to right herself. Irises like amber glowed across the room at her boyfriend, who at this point was nothing more than a quivering mass stuck in the doorway. She lifted off the bed, her strength and power evident in every minute movement. Her now hulking, but still distinctly feminine frame soon loomed over Alan, a full head and shoulders taller than him. Her viscous teeth flashed at him in the moonlight, less than an inch from his face as she stooped just a little on her new haunches.
"Oh, one last thing~." She smiled innocently down at him, as if she had forgotten her phone on a night out and had to go back for it. She turned on the spot, showing Alan her pert backside. Her hips swayed back and forth, Alan’s gaze fixed upon her tailbone like a hypnotist’s watch as it pressed outwards. Inch by inch her tail made itself known, each new vertebrae causing a small shudder in its ever increasing length when it emerged, until its size was such that it had begun to buffet Alan from either side as she shook back and forth. Finally, she stopped, raising her tail in such a way that drew Alan's eyes directly to her one remaining entrance. Before he could even swallow from all the saliva pooling in his mouth, she had righted herself and turned around to meet his gaze once more.
The firm weight of her heavy hands upon his shoulders told Alan he wasn’t going to get away, not without her permission. Claws dug not-so-gently into his shoulders. The prickling pressure brought goosebumps all over him. She was still in there, beneath the fur, still toying with him even after all of this. He could feel her breath swirling all about him as she brought her face closer, and closer, until he could feel the cold of her nose mixing with the heat of her words.
"If you don't want it to be your turn... you better run~." Alan barely had a moment to register what she had meant when her maw closed around his entire collarbone. Lightning bolts of terrified pleasure rocketed all along his skin, the very human instinct of being hunted down by a superior creature taking ahold of his senses. By pure instinct Alan ducked, turned, and began to bolt down the hallway.
He hears her behind him, inhuman footfalls echoing off the walls as he hurdles through their living room. A quick glimpse behind reveals her much closer than he hoped she would be. She nearly manages to grab his ankle as he vaults over the ottoman. The guest bedroom was right there, its open door calling out to him. Only two more strides. One. He holds out his arm to catch himself on the doorframe, nearly wrenching his shoulder as he jerks to a halt. There's barely enough time to slam the door behind him, the click of the lock barely audible through her scrabbling at the door. He turns to brace the door with his back, wondering if she was strong enough to break the door down regardless…
"Alan~." Everything goes quiet, save for her smooth, sultry voice. It feels like it’s sinking into him, calming him, giving him the false sense of security he knew she was trying to goad him into. "Alan, why'd you run~? Did you just want to make this fun for me~? You know you want this too. Why else would you have let me get so close with my teeth?" Alan shudders, white hot thrill coursing through him. His feet skitter on the floor, lowering him down the door several inches. Despite the full sprint, his cock is still rock hard. He can only watch as it pulses so hard it could be mistaken for a small orgasm.
There's a low chuckle from behind the door, sending a delightful shiver up Alan's spine. "You've seen what the transformation means, Alan. You saw it, and you wanted it to happen, didn't you?"
Alan's eyes dart down to his cock. He swears it started buzzing at her words, beads of pre forming at the tip. He stifles a groan, but can't hold back the heavy breathing. His heart hammers all the harder, his arousal taking control of him. A hand grips his length unbidden, beginning to stroke himself in what feels like a constant low-grade orgasm.
"Just say you want to be my bitch, Alan. Or should I say Allie~?" Grace accentuates her torment with a bass growl. The sound makes Alan's eyes cross, his chest going flush with pleasure. "The sooner you tell me, the more gentle I'll be."
"Grace I... I can't..." Alan groans. His body grows even hotter, his limbs shivering from some source outside his own emotions. He strokes harder, his cock trying desperately to reach release, but something is holding it back… The pleasure kept building and building, waiting, biding for the perfect moment…
"Can't what, Allie~? Can't kneel in front of me, getting drunk off my scent? More masculine than you could ever possibly be~" Grace presses her muzzle to the edge of the door, the vibrations of her voice buzzing Alan's back. "Don't want to feel yourself beneath me? Because you know I'm going to claim you. And you know you're going to want it..." Her voice lowers to a whisper. "And you know you're going to love it~."
The climax that hit Alan sends his head banging back against the door, feet slide out from beneath him, his rear slamming to the floor with a sharp smack. He hardly cares, hardly feels anything besides his cock rocketing out what had to be every last drop of cum inside him. He gasps for air, his whole form feels hot. Small trembles wrack his limbs, and he's hardly able to move because of them.
"Allie dear, Allie dear, let me in~." Grace sang into the doorway. Alan has to fight to right himself, his entire body begins to shake, the doorknob seeming a mile away. Even reaching towards the handle was pleasure in and of itself, but each moment the bliss built within himself made it more difficult to control his body. The venture nearly fails, but just before his arm falls to his side he feels the light click of the lock turning. The next thing he feels is slowly being scooted along the floor as Grace enters the room. Her tail thrashes behind her, a fierce grin on her face as she bends down towards him.
"Say 'I'm your bitch', or else you stay down there." She says, as matter-of-factly as she could muster. Grace growls approvingly at Alan's soft gasp in response. Her cock throbs in approval as she watches him try to sit up, only to moan and shiver more, collapsing back in place. The cool lighting in the room catches the hair on his legs... They were growing thicker, silkier. It was coming in a beautiful silver, nearly blue on the back.
"Ihh-I'm your bitch. Please-" Allie gasps, her cock trying to twitch out another orgasm, only managing to pulse about in the air. "Please take me oh my god please..."
It was Grace's cock's turn to twitch, a thin string of crystal pre landing atop Allie's chest. With ease that told Allie Grace could have broken down the door regardless of what Allie had done, Grace scoops her up, nearly tossing her upon the bed. Allie's legs shoot back and up to keep her from rolling off the side, an inhuman yelp of surprise coming out from her still human lips. Her legs swing back down, only to be caught in Grace's large hands. In a heartbeat, Grace takes her thick rod and places it over Allie's, the heat between them only serving to make Allie tremble even harder. It had already shrunk at least two inches, looking more than a little pathetic in comparison. Allie shudders out a moan from the very depths of her soul.
"Feel yourself giving it to me~" Grace growled, her fingers sneaking beneath Allie's rod to press it against her own. Allie could literally feel it pulling down, against Grace's fingers, against her cock. The added thought that she might possibly be able to give her own masculinity to Grace pushes Allie over the edge to another pseudo orgasm, her dicklet not even two inches anymore when she begins to feel a peculiar shifting in her sac.
Grace notices as well, her tail starting to wag even harder. "Can't even wait a single goddamn minute, hmm?" She smirks down at her burgeoning bitch, a wild sense of pride filling her at what she’s done to her partner. Taking her free hand, Grace runs a finger between their sacs, tracing Allie's up and down as it twitches oddly, even more so as Grace caresses it. "You want your balls gone. Your cock turned into a little suckable clit. Because you know, little pup, that you're a bitch deep down in your heart." Grace looses a low growl as she feels Allie's first nut pop back inside her. Allie grips the sheets, crying out so loudly that for a moment Grace is worried she might strain her throat. "That's it. One more. Just one more Allie and they can draw up, settle deep within you... Make me some eggs to fertilize..." Grace couldn't even finish her teasing before the second slid inside.
Allie could feel them pulling up, burrowing a tunnel that Grace was sure to follow with whatever she wanted to put inside. Their usual heady tingle began to fade, dissolve within her, dispersing into a warm, wet ache that was begging to be touched. It wasn’t happening fast enough, she needed Grace -now-. She throws her legs back in a facsimile of how Grace had done earlier in a desperation to make the changes happen more quickly.
Grace couldn't help but slide back to watch the main event, Allie's legs shuddering as Grace's hot breath glides across the ever increasingly sensitive area. Her eyes fix upon the last inch of Allie's manhood, tongue twitching at the -need- to dive in between her folds the instant they form. Thumbs caress the blank patch that had formed between Allie's legs, Grace's ears twitching at every moan from the bitch in front of her. Slowly, knead by knead, two distinct mounds begin to form. The delicate fur between them fades, a pink line forming, growing larger, wider, until at last Grace sees her prize; a beautiful silky smooth pussy. Her mind blanks for the briefest of moments as she sees Allie’s first bead of female arousal form at her new entrance.
Without any more words, Grace presses the end of her maw against Allie's sopping wet cunt. She yelps, muzzle slowly pushing out, almost seeming to grow faster the harder she moans. Grace's tongue spares no time pressing as far as she can manage into Allie's entrance. She lolls it about, up and down, left and right, Allie grinding her clit against Grace's cold wet nose. The contrast in sensations, in temperature, drive Allie over the edge in mere seconds. Her inner walls clamp down on the tongue, nearly tugging Grace deeper inside. The end of Grace's muzzle is quickly dampened by the onslaught of Allie's femcum, Grace chuckles, licking her chops as she stands to look at her lover's change.
She still needs a lot of work... the silly thing hadn't even changed her legs yet. Even so, she’s a sight to behold. Gone was the man from moments ago, what remains couldn't possibly be mistaken for anything approaching masculine. The gentle curve along her sides is enough to drive Grace mad with lust on its own, but there was so much more. Her muzzle was delicate, the sight of it made both Grace’s lips and cock yearn for its touch. Four sets of nipples run down her chest and belly like runway lights, Grace’s fingertips dancing at how much fun they could have playing with them. Allie’s breasts were hardly anything to write home about, but they fit her svelte figure so perfectly that women with a larger set would more than likely be jealous. All of this was framed by the silkiest silver fur one could ever lay eyes on. In a word, Allie was perfection to Grace’s eyes.
Grace lost track of how long she was staring down at her bitch, but it was enough for Allie to open her eyes as blue as the moon and lock gazes. "Finish the job, Allie. Or else you won't get this." Grace pats the bottom of her cock several times, sending it bobbing up and down, delighting in watching Allie's eyes follow. "Flip over, and show me how a real bitch flags her tail."
Allie didn't need to use words to show how much she needed this, the nearly frenzied way she turns onto her belly is more than enough. She stretches her legs, feet shivering as she pushes them out into paws. It's unglamorous, rushed, but her need for cock is so intense she couldn't spare any time to savor the feeling. Before she can focus on pressing out her tail, she feels two sharp pricks right on the tip of her tailbone. Grace teases Allie's backside with claw and pad, kneading and pressing, coaxing out Allie's new limb rather than having Allie push it out. Allie bites at the sheets and looses the highest, most shrill whines as she quickly finds herself unable to contain the pleasure. Soon enough it's long enough for Grace to grab, which she does with aplomb. She pulls, more firmly than is strictly comfortable... but she knows Allie loves it. She knows even without the second orgasm dampening her thighs.
The feeling of Allie trying to flag her tail in Grace's hand, over and over, made the hulking wolf growl with pride. Her grip tightens around Allie’s bushy tail before yanking upwards, delicate paws lifting off the floor. "Beg." It was a command. One Allie was all too eager to obey.
"Please! Please Grace please! Fill me full! Make me never want to go back to being a man! I can't take it anymore! I'm so empty-PLEASE!"
Grace loses control for a moment, gripping Allie's hips hard enough to make her yelp. She presses her mate down onto the bed, grinding her hips into the edge of the mattress. Grace crouches down on her haunches, finding just the right angle for Allie's needy cunt. Both of them can feel the wolf inside, instincts taking over, their passions -wanting- them to take over. Allie surrenders, letting her mind go blank in this torrent of lusts. Grace, however, holds it at bay, not wanting to go so far so soon. Her tip finds the entrance, both of them going stock still for the briefest of moments... and then Grace presses in.
Allie writhes beneath Grace, wild to the point that if Grace did not have such a firm hold on her hips she might very well fall off the side. Not even halfway in and Grace feels her cum around her cock, every squeeze and tug at her length another drop of fuel for her pride. She very nearly bursts herself, but a quick nip of her own tongue cuts off the building climax. Pressing onward, Grace has to hold herself back from rutting Allie like a true wolf, teeth bared at the mental effort required to keep her instincts at bay. At the very least, she had to be sure Allie was stretched enough to handle that. After an agonizing number of seconds, Allie's mons touches Grace's knot. The two sigh out in bliss, savoring each other’s warmth, the tightness, the scents wafting up from below.
Allie looks back at her alpha, a dazed smile and nod all the communication Grace needs to know it's time. They don't need a slow buildup, Grace goes from zero to one hundred in seconds. Her hips meet her bitch's rear hard enough to fill the room with smacking sounds, despite the plush fur between them. The feral rutting sends the pair into a realm of lust so pure they can't even speak, only inhuman growls, barks, and yelps echo through the room.
They had done too good of a job riling each other up, Grace already about to burst after only a few minutes. It mattered little, they had all night to do this, as many times as she wanted. Allie whines high and sweet as she feels Grace's knot pressing into her. Feeling herself stretch to levels she once thought impossible, followed by the quick pop in. The abject elation at feeling it inflate, the heat of her alpha's cum pouring inside, filling her womb to the brim. She was full, fuller than any human woman could possibly imagine. This experience was hers and hers alone. How she pitied them, never to experience anything close to this level of ecstasy.
She feels Grace's heavy hand on her thigh, feeling it being brought out, then up. Taking the cue, she rolls onto her back, following the motion of her leg. She savors every involuntary twitch of her inner walls, the intense heat as Grace keeps pumping a steady stream of cum deep inside. Allie gazes up with lust blown eyes at her mate, eyes dancing about her bestial form. The best of both worlds; an undeniable air and figure of femininity, with the hulking brutality of an alpha wolf ready to claim and protect Allie in equal measure. She couldn't have been more perfect.
"So, how was it? Think we got the timing right?" Grace asks through heavy pants.
"Oooooooooooh fffffuck yesssssss..." Allie sighs, a hand resting below her navel, adding an external pressure to Grace's cock. Grace can't help but huff at the sensation, Allie giggling at the big brute's shockingly sweet noises. "Only thing I wish we could have done different was having me have a bit more time before the change. You spoke such sweet words through the door, was hoping for like... another minute of that, at least."
Grace prods a finger into Allie's lower belly, her other hand on her hip. "You were the one who wanted to come in on me in the bedroom! I told you, if I caught the moonlight, then went to the living room, I could have changed there, then you could have gotten moonlight in our bedroom after you ran!"
"Yea, I know. But fuck me I still think I made the right choice. Seeing you on the bed like that. I don't think I'm -ever- going to forget the way you changed tonight." Allie stretches until her limbs shiver, taking this moment to savor how different her body felt. Every changed proportion, new bones and muscles, the warmth of her fur settled upon her. "So, my alpha~" She smiles up at her mate, Grace tries to hide a full body shiver but can't hide the rustling fur from Allie's notice. "Did you have any fantasies for the next full moon~? You know I'm always up for hearing your ideas."
Grace shakes her head and gives a small shrug. "I'm still in a bit of a dry spell at the moment. Every time I take those new herbs to keep from getting you pregnant my head gets a bit hazy. It's nothing bad, it just keeps me from being as creative as I want to be when it comes to this."
"'S your fault for only wanting to come up with fantasies while you've got a dick." Allie teases, only to have said tease thrown right back at her as Grace tugs firmly at their tie. It takes Allie several moments to recover, stars in her eyes at the sudden spike in pleasure.
"I have a lot harder of a time getting into the male mindset when I'm human than you do getting into the female, you massive slut." Grace pulls several more times, each one getting a slightly unique groan from her beta.
"H-hyeeeesss..." Allie was quickly becoming lost to her lusts again.
"Maybe next moon I won't have to take the herbs. Maybe next moon you want to be my bitch for five months straight." Grace trailed her palms up, fingers down Allie's rows of nipples. "Watching your belly starting to grow. My hands able to cradle all of it at once. Knowing you chose this. You wanted to be my bitch, carry my cubs. I bet you cum to that every single night. I bet you wish every night was a full moon, just so you could watch your cock dwindle. Shrink away. Over. And over. And over again. Because you know I'm the one that deserves it. And you wouldn't stop fucking me until you made damn sure it would never grow back.”
Allie cums so hard it nearly strains several muscles and cuts off blood flow to Grace's cock. Grace takes hold of her hips as she thrashes about so hard it nearly injures the base of the tie. As Allie settles down, Grace worries for a moment she's going to black out, ruining the next several hours as she waits for her to recover. Her eyelids droop, her panting slows, muscles gradually going slack. But thankfully she rallies, stirring at the last moment, blinking hard to re-focus her eyes.
"Oh jeez, it looks like I did come up with something after all." Grace's tail wags cockily behind her, Allie's is left swishing between Grace's legs, patting her knees back and forth. Grace licks her chops for emphasis, not even sure Allie’s even capable of paying attention to such details at the moment.
'Some day.... some day soon...' Allie thinks to herself. She was so close to being ready. Just another three moons and everything would be set up. The finances, the excuses to family for being gone for so long, the shift to work at home. It was all aligning perfectly. Allie reaches up, making grabby hands at her behemoth of a girlfriend. Grace folds her arms, her right ear twitching.
"Were you thinking I was a 'hulking brute' or 'giant'." She grins down at her.
"Behemoth." Allie replies, proud as can be, still grabbing for her gal.
"At least it's new." Grace sighs back. Obliging the little pup, she scoops her up in her arms, pressing them together tight as she adjusts them onto the bed. They settle with Grace leaning back against the wall, Allie nuzzling into her mate's chest. Grace's breasts get more attention than they have all night via the small beta's incessant muzzle rubs.
Allie nearly tells Grace her plans, the love within her so great it almost bursts out in one great flood of emotion. But no. She had to be absolutely certain they could pull this off. Raising a small pack of werewolf cubs needed a lot to go right, no need to get Grace's hopes up until things were set in stone. Instead, she settles on laying her snoot flat along Grace's chest, her cheeks pressed on either side by a breast nearly the size of her head.
"I love you, Grace." Allie coos, licking the bottom of Grace's chin.
"And I love you, Allie." Grace coos back, licking the top of Allie's muzzle.
The pair hold each other close, settling in for the half hour it'll take until they separate. There’s no rush. They've got the whole night ahead of them.
My Girlfriend Is A Werewolf
Alan's bare feet thunder down the hallway, the hard wood barely allowing him to keep traction as he hurled himself forward. He had to get to the guest bedroom. Had to get away from Grace. His shoulder hits the frame of the bathroom door as he overshoots the turn, adding more injury to the scratches Grace had given him. Things had happened so quickly, she'd changed so fast…
He had come into the bedroom at Grace's request. The timbre of her voice told him exactly what he was in for, both he and his little soldier rose to go meet her. Articles of clothing fell to the floor one by one until he stood in the doorway, where he leaned in what he hoped was a seductive manner. He had nothing on Grace, however, who lay upon the bed, every contour of her body, every placement of every limb framed in such a way to accentuate every other part of her. The moonlight lit her better than any professional studio could manage, every beam landed upon her flawlessly. It was pure perfection, and Alan briefly wondered what he had done in a past life to deserve someone so unbelievably gorgeous as Grace.
"I've got something special to show you, little pup." Grace cooed over to him. The nickname shot straight through his heart. He knew by the trembling in his fingertips that tonight was going to be something truly special. Her hand traced down her side, glided between her thighs and spread herself to one side. She moaned softly as her middle finger began to spiral around her clit, her chest rose and fell in perfect rhythm. Alan couldn't help but swallow, his body was already beginning to burn and things hadn't even truly started yet. He knew from experience not to approach when she was in the middle of one of her little shows, his feet rooted in place, they screamed at him to move forward, to be a part of that, but he knew better.
"Keep your eyes on the prize, sweet thing~" She didn't have to tell him, it would take an act of god for him to pry his eyes off of her. She began to moan louder, rolling her back as her pleasure started building. Even from a distance he could see her outer lips twitching with a fervor that was unlike her. Her clit was visibly inflamed, seeming darker, more red than usual. Alan couldn't keep still anymore, he shuffled in place as he watched his paramour slowly writhing about against the sheets. Her moans began to sound strange, growing deeper, an odd vibration rumbling in her chest.
Just as he was about to ask if she was alright, his eyes caught even more things unfamiliar to her body. Her peachy smooth body hair looked like it was growing thick, coming in in full patches of dark greys and blacks. Her feet flexed outwards, soles extended outwards as the balls of her feet bulged into rough pads. This had all gone so fast Alan didn't have time to process any one part of it, much less the whole. Every human instinct within him was telling him to run, every instinct as her lover yelling at him to go help her. It was thrill and fear in equal measure that stymied any movement forwards or backwards.
Her face pushed outwards, nose turning black as her teeth bared, now sharp and dangerous. Her tongue lolled out, far past what it should be able to, Alan swallowing a pool of saliva as he watched it flatten, widen, pressing into the pillow he wished was his own cheek. Her skin wasn't visible any more, hidden beneath thick layers of bushy coal-like fur. The room began to sway, the transformation had captivated Alan’s mind like nothing else. His face was flush, his lungs fought for air as his heart thrummed at dangerous speeds. He shuddered in place as Grace hiked her legs up, upper thighs pressed against her breasts as she stared over at him between her knees. Even now, in this scenario that would have most anyone running for the hills, she managed to look as ethereally beautiful as ever.
"This-hhh... this is the part you-... you'll enjoy the most... soon..." Clawed fingers run down to her rear, combing through her silky black fur. Her wrists turn, fingertips gingerly prodding her swollen mons, and slowly, through lust-filled trembles, she spreads herself open. Alan nearly cums at the sight of the frantic squeezing of her inner walls, the smallest of whimpers buzzing his lips. Her head was thrown back as her climax hit, a moan turning into a howl turning into a deep, chest rumbling growl. The sheets were pattered with rivulets of femcum, over and over as her whines of pleasure filled the room. Her clit, now the deepest of reds, began to engorge far past what was normal, not that any of this was normal to begin with... It kept pushing outwards more and more, soon rivaling Alan's own length, then surpassing it. It stood, towering above her spasming slit, pulsing in the air as it thickened into a more proper shape. Its tip pointed, base flaring outwards in a distinctly inhuman shape. Just below, her vulva had stopped its violent twitching, the sudden cease in its hypnotic clenching drawing Alan’s gaze away from his beloved’s new glistening pole. The folds Alan loved so much knit shut, her entrance going from a deep, glimmering hole, to nothing but a slick pink patch, then disappearing entirely beneath more bushy fur. He watched in awe as it began to press outwards, its shape intimately familiar to him. A thick, meaty orb pressed out from deep within her, popping out and settling into her new sac, followed by another meeting its brother side by side. Her extremely masculine nethers put Alan's to shame.
Grace heaved for air, but even so she managed to right herself. Irises like amber glowed across the room at her boyfriend, who at this point was nothing more than a quivering mass stuck in the doorway. She lifted off the bed, her strength and power evident in every minute movement. Her now hulking, but still distinctly feminine frame soon loomed over Alan, a full head and shoulders taller than him. Her viscous teeth flashed at him in the moonlight, less than an inch from his face as she stooped just a little on her new haunches.
"Oh, one last thing~." She smiled innocently down at him, as if she had forgotten her phone on a night out and had to go back for it. She turned on the spot, showing Alan her pert backside. Her hips swayed back and forth, Alan’s gaze fixed upon her tailbone like a hypnotist’s watch as it pressed outwards. Inch by inch her tail made itself known, each new vertebrae causing a small shudder in its ever increasing length when it emerged, until its size was such that it had begun to buffet Alan from either side as she shook back and forth. Finally, she stopped, raising her tail in such a way that drew Alan's eyes directly to her one remaining entrance. Before he could even swallow from all the saliva pooling in his mouth, she had righted herself and turned around to meet his gaze once more.
The firm weight of her heavy hands upon his shoulders told Alan he wasn’t going to get away, not without her permission. Claws dug not-so-gently into his shoulders. The prickling pressure brought goosebumps all over him. She was still in there, beneath the fur, still toying with him even after all of this. He could feel her breath swirling all about him as she brought her face closer, and closer, until he could feel the cold of her nose mixing with the heat of her words.
"If you don't want it to be your turn... you better run~." Alan barely had a moment to register what she had meant when her maw closed around his entire collarbone. Lightning bolts of terrified pleasure rocketed all along his skin, the very human instinct of being hunted down by a superior creature taking ahold of his senses. By pure instinct Alan ducked, turned, and began to bolt down the hallway.
He hears her behind him, inhuman footfalls echoing off the walls as he hurdles through their living room. A quick glimpse behind reveals her much closer than he hoped she would be. She nearly manages to grab his ankle as he vaults over the ottoman. The guest bedroom was right there, its open door calling out to him. Only two more strides. One. He holds out his arm to catch himself on the doorframe, nearly wrenching his shoulder as he jerks to a halt. There's barely enough time to slam the door behind him, the click of the lock barely audible through her scrabbling at the door. He turns to brace the door with his back, wondering if she was strong enough to break the door down regardless…
"Alan~." Everything goes quiet, save for her smooth, sultry voice. It feels like it’s sinking into him, calming him, giving him the false sense of security he knew she was trying to goad him into. "Alan, why'd you run~? Did you just want to make this fun for me~? You know you want this too. Why else would you have let me get so close with my teeth?" Alan shudders, white hot thrill coursing through him. His feet skitter on the floor, lowering him down the door several inches. Despite the full sprint, his cock is still rock hard. He can only watch as it pulses so hard it could be mistaken for a small orgasm.
There's a low chuckle from behind the door, sending a delightful shiver up Alan's spine. "You've seen what the transformation means, Alan. You saw it, and you wanted it to happen, didn't you?"
Alan's eyes dart down to his cock. He swears it started buzzing at her words, beads of pre forming at the tip. He stifles a groan, but can't hold back the heavy breathing. His heart hammers all the harder, his arousal taking control of him. A hand grips his length unbidden, beginning to stroke himself in what feels like a constant low-grade orgasm.
"Just say you want to be my bitch, Alan. Or should I say Allie~?" Grace accentuates her torment with a bass growl. The sound makes Alan's eyes cross, his chest going flush with pleasure. "The sooner you tell me, the more gentle I'll be."
"Grace I... I can't..." Alan groans. His body grows even hotter, his limbs shivering from some source outside his own emotions. He strokes harder, his cock trying desperately to reach release, but something is holding it back… The pleasure kept building and building, waiting, biding for the perfect moment…
"Can't what, Allie~? Can't kneel in front of me, getting drunk off my scent? More masculine than you could ever possibly be~" Grace presses her muzzle to the edge of the door, the vibrations of her voice buzzing Alan's back. "Don't want to feel yourself beneath me? Because you know I'm going to claim you. And you know you're going to want it..." Her voice lowers to a whisper. "And you know you're going to love it~."
The climax that hit Alan sends his head banging back against the door, feet slide out from beneath him, his rear slamming to the floor with a sharp smack. He hardly cares, hardly feels anything besides his cock rocketing out what had to be every last drop of cum inside him. He gasps for air, his whole form feels hot. Small trembles wrack his limbs, and he's hardly able to move because of them.
"Allie dear, Allie dear, let me in~." Grace sang into the doorway. Alan has to fight to right himself, his entire body begins to shake, the doorknob seeming a mile away. Even reaching towards the handle was pleasure in and of itself, but each moment the bliss built within himself made it more difficult to control his body. The venture nearly fails, but just before his arm falls to his side he feels the light click of the lock turning. The next thing he feels is slowly being scooted along the floor as Grace enters the room. Her tail thrashes behind her, a fierce grin on her face as she bends down towards him.
"Say 'I'm your bitch', or else you stay down there." She says, as matter-of-factly as she could muster. Grace growls approvingly at Alan's soft gasp in response. Her cock throbs in approval as she watches him try to sit up, only to moan and shiver more, collapsing back in place. The cool lighting in the room catches the hair on his legs... They were growing thicker, silkier. It was coming in a beautiful silver, nearly blue on the back.
"Ihh-I'm your bitch. Please-" Allie gasps, her cock trying to twitch out another orgasm, only managing to pulse about in the air. "Please take me oh my god please..."
It was Grace's cock's turn to twitch, a thin string of crystal pre landing atop Allie's chest. With ease that told Allie Grace could have broken down the door regardless of what Allie had done, Grace scoops her up, nearly tossing her upon the bed. Allie's legs shoot back and up to keep her from rolling off the side, an inhuman yelp of surprise coming out from her still human lips. Her legs swing back down, only to be caught in Grace's large hands. In a heartbeat, Grace takes her thick rod and places it over Allie's, the heat between them only serving to make Allie tremble even harder. It had already shrunk at least two inches, looking more than a little pathetic in comparison. Allie shudders out a moan from the very depths of her soul.
"Feel yourself giving it to me~" Grace growled, her fingers sneaking beneath Allie's rod to press it against her own. Allie could literally feel it pulling down, against Grace's fingers, against her cock. The added thought that she might possibly be able to give her own masculinity to Grace pushes Allie over the edge to another pseudo orgasm, her dicklet not even two inches anymore when she begins to feel a peculiar shifting in her sac.
Grace notices as well, her tail starting to wag even harder. "Can't even wait a single goddamn minute, hmm?" She smirks down at her burgeoning bitch, a wild sense of pride filling her at what she’s done to her partner. Taking her free hand, Grace runs a finger between their sacs, tracing Allie's up and down as it twitches oddly, even more so as Grace caresses it. "You want your balls gone. Your cock turned into a little suckable clit. Because you know, little pup, that you're a bitch deep down in your heart." Grace looses a low growl as she feels Allie's first nut pop back inside her. Allie grips the sheets, crying out so loudly that for a moment Grace is worried she might strain her throat. "That's it. One more. Just one more Allie and they can draw up, settle deep within you... Make me some eggs to fertilize..." Grace couldn't even finish her teasing before the second slid inside.
Allie could feel them pulling up, burrowing a tunnel that Grace was sure to follow with whatever she wanted to put inside. Their usual heady tingle began to fade, dissolve within her, dispersing into a warm, wet ache that was begging to be touched. It wasn’t happening fast enough, she needed Grace -now-. She throws her legs back in a facsimile of how Grace had done earlier in a desperation to make the changes happen more quickly.
Grace couldn't help but slide back to watch the main event, Allie's legs shuddering as Grace's hot breath glides across the ever increasingly sensitive area. Her eyes fix upon the last inch of Allie's manhood, tongue twitching at the -need- to dive in between her folds the instant they form. Thumbs caress the blank patch that had formed between Allie's legs, Grace's ears twitching at every moan from the bitch in front of her. Slowly, knead by knead, two distinct mounds begin to form. The delicate fur between them fades, a pink line forming, growing larger, wider, until at last Grace sees her prize; a beautiful silky smooth pussy. Her mind blanks for the briefest of moments as she sees Allie’s first bead of female arousal form at her new entrance.
Without any more words, Grace presses the end of her maw against Allie's sopping wet cunt. She yelps, muzzle slowly pushing out, almost seeming to grow faster the harder she moans. Grace's tongue spares no time pressing as far as she can manage into Allie's entrance. She lolls it about, up and down, left and right, Allie grinding her clit against Grace's cold wet nose. The contrast in sensations, in temperature, drive Allie over the edge in mere seconds. Her inner walls clamp down on the tongue, nearly tugging Grace deeper inside. The end of Grace's muzzle is quickly dampened by the onslaught of Allie's femcum, Grace chuckles, licking her chops as she stands to look at her lover's change.
She still needs a lot of work... the silly thing hadn't even changed her legs yet. Even so, she’s a sight to behold. Gone was the man from moments ago, what remains couldn't possibly be mistaken for anything approaching masculine. The gentle curve along her sides is enough to drive Grace mad with lust on its own, but there was so much more. Her muzzle was delicate, the sight of it made both Grace’s lips and cock yearn for its touch. Four sets of nipples run down her chest and belly like runway lights, Grace’s fingertips dancing at how much fun they could have playing with them. Allie’s breasts were hardly anything to write home about, but they fit her svelte figure so perfectly that women with a larger set would more than likely be jealous. All of this was framed by the silkiest silver fur one could ever lay eyes on. In a word, Allie was perfection to Grace’s eyes.
Grace lost track of how long she was staring down at her bitch, but it was enough for Allie to open her eyes as blue as the moon and lock gazes. "Finish the job, Allie. Or else you won't get this." Grace pats the bottom of her cock several times, sending it bobbing up and down, delighting in watching Allie's eyes follow. "Flip over, and show me how a real bitch flags her tail."
Allie didn't need to use words to show how much she needed this, the nearly frenzied way she turns onto her belly is more than enough. She stretches her legs, feet shivering as she pushes them out into paws. It's unglamorous, rushed, but her need for cock is so intense she couldn't spare any time to savor the feeling. Before she can focus on pressing out her tail, she feels two sharp pricks right on the tip of her tailbone. Grace teases Allie's backside with claw and pad, kneading and pressing, coaxing out Allie's new limb rather than having Allie push it out. Allie bites at the sheets and looses the highest, most shrill whines as she quickly finds herself unable to contain the pleasure. Soon enough it's long enough for Grace to grab, which she does with aplomb. She pulls, more firmly than is strictly comfortable... but she knows Allie loves it. She knows even without the second orgasm dampening her thighs.
The feeling of Allie trying to flag her tail in Grace's hand, over and over, made the hulking wolf growl with pride. Her grip tightens around Allie’s bushy tail before yanking upwards, delicate paws lifting off the floor. "Beg." It was a command. One Allie was all too eager to obey.
"Please! Please Grace please! Fill me full! Make me never want to go back to being a man! I can't take it anymore! I'm so empty-PLEASE!"
Grace loses control for a moment, gripping Allie's hips hard enough to make her yelp. She presses her mate down onto the bed, grinding her hips into the edge of the mattress. Grace crouches down on her haunches, finding just the right angle for Allie's needy cunt. Both of them can feel the wolf inside, instincts taking over, their passions -wanting- them to take over. Allie surrenders, letting her mind go blank in this torrent of lusts. Grace, however, holds it at bay, not wanting to go so far so soon. Her tip finds the entrance, both of them going stock still for the briefest of moments... and then Grace presses in.
Allie writhes beneath Grace, wild to the point that if Grace did not have such a firm hold on her hips she might very well fall off the side. Not even halfway in and Grace feels her cum around her cock, every squeeze and tug at her length another drop of fuel for her pride. She very nearly bursts herself, but a quick nip of her own tongue cuts off the building climax. Pressing onward, Grace has to hold herself back from rutting Allie like a true wolf, teeth bared at the mental effort required to keep her instincts at bay. At the very least, she had to be sure Allie was stretched enough to handle that. After an agonizing number of seconds, Allie's mons touches Grace's knot. The two sigh out in bliss, savoring each other’s warmth, the tightness, the scents wafting up from below.
Allie looks back at her alpha, a dazed smile and nod all the communication Grace needs to know it's time. They don't need a slow buildup, Grace goes from zero to one hundred in seconds. Her hips meet her bitch's rear hard enough to fill the room with smacking sounds, despite the plush fur between them. The feral rutting sends the pair into a realm of lust so pure they can't even speak, only inhuman growls, barks, and yelps echo through the room.
They had done too good of a job riling each other up, Grace already about to burst after only a few minutes. It mattered little, they had all night to do this, as many times as she wanted. Allie whines high and sweet as she feels Grace's knot pressing into her. Feeling herself stretch to levels she once thought impossible, followed by the quick pop in. The abject elation at feeling it inflate, the heat of her alpha's cum pouring inside, filling her womb to the brim. She was full, fuller than any human woman could possibly imagine. This experience was hers and hers alone. How she pitied them, never to experience anything close to this level of ecstasy.
She feels Grace's heavy hand on her thigh, feeling it being brought out, then up. Taking the cue, she rolls onto her back, following the motion of her leg. She savors every involuntary twitch of her inner walls, the intense heat as Grace keeps pumping a steady stream of cum deep inside. Allie gazes up with lust blown eyes at her mate, eyes dancing about her bestial form. The best of both worlds; an undeniable air and figure of femininity, with the hulking brutality of an alpha wolf ready to claim and protect Allie in equal measure. She couldn't have been more perfect.
"So, how was it? Think we got the timing right?" Grace asks through heavy pants.
"Oooooooooooh fffffuck yesssssss..." Allie sighs, a hand resting below her navel, adding an external pressure to Grace's cock. Grace can't help but huff at the sensation, Allie giggling at the big brute's shockingly sweet noises. "Only thing I wish we could have done different was having me have a bit more time before the change. You spoke such sweet words through the door, was hoping for like... another minute of that, at least."
Grace prods a finger into Allie's lower belly, her other hand on her hip. "You were the one who wanted to come in on me in the bedroom! I told you, if I caught the moonlight, then went to the living room, I could have changed there, then you could have gotten moonlight in our bedroom after you ran!"
"Yea, I know. But fuck me I still think I made the right choice. Seeing you on the bed like that. I don't think I'm -ever- going to forget the way you changed tonight." Allie stretches until her limbs shiver, taking this moment to savor how different her body felt. Every changed proportion, new bones and muscles, the warmth of her fur settled upon her. "So, my alpha~" She smiles up at her mate, Grace tries to hide a full body shiver but can't hide the rustling fur from Allie's notice. "Did you have any fantasies for the next full moon~? You know I'm always up for hearing your ideas."
Grace shakes her head and gives a small shrug. "I'm still in a bit of a dry spell at the moment. Every time I take those new herbs to keep from getting you pregnant my head gets a bit hazy. It's nothing bad, it just keeps me from being as creative as I want to be when it comes to this."
"'S your fault for only wanting to come up with fantasies while you've got a dick." Allie teases, only to have said tease thrown right back at her as Grace tugs firmly at their tie. It takes Allie several moments to recover, stars in her eyes at the sudden spike in pleasure.
"I have a lot harder of a time getting into the male mindset when I'm human than you do getting into the female, you massive slut." Grace pulls several more times, each one getting a slightly unique groan from her beta.
"H-hyeeeesss..." Allie was quickly becoming lost to her lusts again.
"Maybe next moon I won't have to take the herbs. Maybe next moon you want to be my bitch for five months straight." Grace trailed her palms up, fingers down Allie's rows of nipples. "Watching your belly starting to grow. My hands able to cradle all of it at once. Knowing you chose this. You wanted to be my bitch, carry my cubs. I bet you cum to that every single night. I bet you wish every night was a full moon, just so you could watch your cock dwindle. Shrink away. Over. And over. And over again. Because you know I'm the one that deserves it. And you wouldn't stop fucking me until you made damn sure it would never grow back.”
Allie cums so hard it nearly strains several muscles and cuts off blood flow to Grace's cock. Grace takes hold of her hips as she thrashes about so hard it nearly injures the base of the tie. As Allie settles down, Grace worries for a moment she's going to black out, ruining the next several hours as she waits for her to recover. Her eyelids droop, her panting slows, muscles gradually going slack. But thankfully she rallies, stirring at the last moment, blinking hard to re-focus her eyes.
"Oh jeez, it looks like I did come up with something after all." Grace's tail wags cockily behind her, Allie's is left swishing between Grace's legs, patting her knees back and forth. Grace licks her chops for emphasis, not even sure Allie’s even capable of paying attention to such details at the moment.
'Some day.... some day soon...' Allie thinks to herself. She was so close to being ready. Just another three moons and everything would be set up. The finances, the excuses to family for being gone for so long, the shift to work at home. It was all aligning perfectly. Allie reaches up, making grabby hands at her behemoth of a girlfriend. Grace folds her arms, her right ear twitching.
"Were you thinking I was a 'hulking brute' or 'giant'." She grins down at her.
"Behemoth." Allie replies, proud as can be, still grabbing for her gal.
"At least it's new." Grace sighs back. Obliging the little pup, she scoops her up in her arms, pressing them together tight as she adjusts them onto the bed. They settle with Grace leaning back against the wall, Allie nuzzling into her mate's chest. Grace's breasts get more attention than they have all night via the small beta's incessant muzzle rubs.
Allie nearly tells Grace her plans, the love within her so great it almost bursts out in one great flood of emotion. But no. She had to be absolutely certain they could pull this off. Raising a small pack of werewolf cubs needed a lot to go right, no need to get Grace's hopes up until things were set in stone. Instead, she settles on laying her snoot flat along Grace's chest, her cheeks pressed on either side by a breast nearly the size of her head.
"I love you, Grace." Allie coos, licking the bottom of Grace's chin.
"And I love you, Allie." Grace coos back, licking the top of Allie's muzzle.
The pair hold each other close, settling in for the half hour it'll take until they separate. There’s no rush. They've got the whole night ahead of them.