Shifting Desires
When you find the person of your dreams, is it too good to be true?
Shifting Desires
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
27th September, 2024
All Rights Reserved.
When you find the person of your dreams, is it too good to be true?
Jacob had never been particularly good with women, or men, for that matter. His shy, quiet nature always seemed to get the better of him, especially in social situations where expectations were unclear. But tonight, as he sat across from her in the candlelit booth of a cosy downtown restaurant, he couldn't shake the feeling that maybe, just maybe, things were going right for once.
Mara was everything he wasn't—confidant, witty, with a smile that made him feel like he'd just walked into sunlight after years of shade. From the moment they'd met, something had clicked between them. On their first date, they'd talked for hours, laughing about mundane things and sharing stories from their past. Here they were now, on this third date, with a natural, almost effortless rhythm.
"So, where did you grow up?" she asked, sipping her wine. Her eyes sparkled, genuinely curious.
Jacob cleared his throat, trying to mask the nervous flutter in his chest. "A small town in Scotland. There is not much to talk about really...lots of trees, quiet roads. I spent most of my time outside, hiking through the woods and moors."
Her eyes widened in interest. "Really? Scotland? You've got no trace of a Scottish accent, how do you do it? But I digress, that sounds beautiful, I've always wanted to be closer to nature. City life gets exhausting sometimes."
More than you know... Jacob thought to himself, then kept his expression from revealing his thoughts.
Jacob involuntarily twitched, before he took a drink and set his glass down, it rattling on the table. "Yeah, it was... peaceful.," Jacob smiled, even though the word felt like an understatement. There had always been something more to it than peace. A deeper connection to the land, to the trees, the wind... things he couldn't quite explain, especially to someone like Mara. He'd always been drawn to the forest, the moors, and the general highlands. The primal ruggedness of the landscape, the sense of wildness and belonging that surged in his veins when he had been there.
He shifted in his seat, trying to shake off the odd feeling creeping up on him. He didn't want to get too introspective tonight. Tonight was going well, and he didn't want to ruin it.
Calm yourself, breathe... Jacob thought, trying to suppress the cough that rose in his throat.
"What..." Jacob began, then took a deeper drink, gently dabbing at his lips with a napkin. "about you?" he asked quickly, steering the conversation away from himself. "City girl all your life? Really? I'd imagine you as a rough and tumble cowgirl, riding some majestic stallion, chasing cows and leaping fences..."
Mara's blush was adorable, as she glanced shyly away. "Pretty much. Grew up just outside the city. My family used to take road trips, and I remember being fascinated by the forests we'd pass through. I always thought it'd be amazing to live out in the wild, but I guess I never had the guts to leap." She smiled warmly at him. "I admire that about you."
Jacob felt his face flush. Compliments still caught him off guard, especially coming from someone as beautiful as Mara. "I'm not really anything special," he muttered, looking down at his plate.
"You are to me." Her voice was soft and sincere, and when he glanced up, her eyes were fixed on him which made his heart race even faster than it already was. He could feel the weight of the moment, the unspoken chemistry that had been growing between them since they'd first met.
For a second, Jacob considered reaching out across the table, taking her hand in his. He almost did—but then he stopped, the familiar wave of insecurity washing over him. He'd been down this road before, trying to make a connection, only to mess it up when his nerves got the better of him.
But Mara wasn't like the others. She was patient, and gentle, giving him time and space to come out of his shell.
"You'll think this so presumptuous of me, but would you like to come back to my place after this lovely dinner? A few drinks, just... the two of us?" Her voice was light and casual, but her invitation hit him like a lightning bolt. Jacob's stomach did a nervous flip.
He nodded before his mind could catch up with his body. "Yeah, that sounds...nice."
*
Mara's apartment was a perfect reflection of her—warm, inviting, full of life. The soft glow of fairy lights lit up the living room, and plants lined the windowsill, their leaves glistening under the gentle lamplight. It felt cosy, like a little sanctuary removed from the bustle of the city.
Jacob sat on the edge of the couch, his hands resting awkwardly in his lap as Mara disappeared into the kitchen. He could hear the clink of glasses and the faint pop of a wine bottle being opened. His heart was pounding, each beat louder than the last.
Get yourself together, he told himself. She's into you. This is what you wanted, wasn't it?
Yet, there was something deep inside of him, a gnawing anxiety he couldn't quite explain. It wasn't just the normal nerves of being with someone new—it was something primal, something he had been keeping buried inside for so long, that he almost didn't recognise it anymore.
Mara returned, holding two glasses of wine. She handed him one, her fingers brushing lightly against his. Her touch sent a shiver down his spine.
"Are you okay?" she asked, sitting down beside him. Her voice was soft, and concerned, as was her expression.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine," he lied, taking a long sip of the wine to steady his fraying nerves. "Just... I guess I'm a little nervous."
She smiled, scooting closer. "Don't be. There's no pressure. I like being with you, Jacob. You don't have that..." Mara sighed, then playfully smiled. "That predatory instinct, that lustful look, that urge to want too... Never mind, you don't have to try so hard."
She doesn't have a clue...
Her reassurance should have calmed him, but instead, it made him feel even more exposed. There was something she didn't know about him, something that would change everything if she found out. He'd kept it hidden for so long, that he'd almost convinced himself it wasn't real—but lately, it'd become harder to control. It always did, in the fall.
Especially around her.
Mara set her wine down on the coffee table and leaned in, her lips brushing against his ear lobe in a slow, gentle kiss. Jacob froze for a second, his body tense with a mix of anticipation and fear. But as her hands found their way to his shoulders, tugging him closer, his tension began to melt away.
She was so warm, so soft, her lips moved in a kind of tenderness that made him forget, for just a moment, all the doubts that had been plaguing him. He kissed her back, more confidently this time, his hands sliding up her back as she pressed closer.
As his smartwatch began to trill, her lips, pressed against his, quivered and she pulled back.
"Jacob?" She murmured, her breath short, eyes filled with longing and desire, before slowly changing to confusion. "Jacob... what's wrong?"
No. Not now. Not here.
It started as a dull ache in his chest, a sensation that spread through his limbs like wildfire. His heart pounded harder, and suddenly, his skin felt too tight, too small for the body he was in.
Not now, oh please, not...
His hands, trembling, patted down his pockets, trying to find his tablets. He pulled away abruptly, his breathing ragged. Mara blinked in confusion, her lips slightly parted.
"Jacob? You're scaring me, honey...Jacob? What's wrong? Do I need to call 911?" Mara's voice rose into a terrified crescendo.
"May..." He gurgled, his hands trembling. "I—I need to go. I'm sorry, I just—"
Before he could finish, the sensation overwhelmed him. A sharp pain shot down his spine, forcing him to hunch over. His hands flew to his chest as the bones began to crack and shift, his muscles contorting in ways that no human body should. His skin rippled and stretched like taffy, his fingers fusing, his fingernails turning black.
"Nnngh...no...please, not now..." Jacob whispered, his voice strangled.
Mara's eyes widened in shock, but she didn't scream. She didn't run. She simply stared, frozen in place, as the man beside her, her boyfriend, began to writhe, to _change—_his body elongating, his clothes tearing as fur sprouted from his skin, antlers pushing their way through his scalp.
Jacob's mind was racing, half-crazed with pain. He was changing—becoming what he'd long suppressed, something beyond his control.
Mara remained motionless, her eyes wide as she watched Jacob's transformation unfold. The sudden shift was unlike anything she could have ever prepared for, but there was an undeniable beauty in it, even amidst the chaos. As his body morphed, she could see the deep, rich browns and tawny reds of his fur shimmering in the dim light, his antlers branching majestically from his head like a crown.
"Jacob..." she whispered, the name slipping from her lips like a fervent prayer. "What's happening to you?"
The pain was unlike anything Jacob had ever experienced. It felt as though his body was being torn apart and remade at the same time. He gasped, his breath hitching as he struggled to comprehend the transformation. The world around him grew larger, more vibrant. Sounds sharpened, scents exploded into a kaleidoscope of sensations.
“Please,” he stammered, his voice a mix of anguish and disbelief. “I didn't want you to see this...”
His body convulsed as his transformation completed. Jacob—a name that was now foreign—had become a magnificent buck, a creature of strength and grace. He awkwardly sat on the couch, his back hard against the padding, his waist and hindquarters hidden awkwardly and painfully, beneath the coffee table. Yet, beneath the majestic red deer exterior, there lay a vulnerability that clawed at his chest. He was raw, exposed, and unprepared for the gaze of the woman he'd been so drawn to.
Mara's shock morphed into something deeper, a mix of awe and curiosity. She studied him, her gaze sweeping over his powerful form, watching as he gasped, his muzzle open and forelegs danging, bent at the knee, almost useless in this unnatural pose for a now feral red deer. Despite his fear and confusion, there was an undeniable allure to his new body—the elegant curve of his neck, the strength in his powerful legs, the way his antlers arched overhead like branches...
“Jacob?” she asked softly, reaching out to touch him, her hand brushing against his fur. The connection sent a surge of warmth through him, calming the turmoil inside. “You're...beautiful.”
Jacob's heart raced at her words, the warmth of her touch grounding him in the moment. He looked down at her, his large, expressive eyes meeting hers. “I didn't...choose this. I don't know why it's happening...my...my watch, oh my gods, where's my...my watch?”
He cast his eyes left and right, mindful of his sharp, powerful antlers, panic gripping him.
“Mara? Please, please! What date is it? The day!” Jacob's voice grew hoarse.
“23rd...” Mara stammered, startled. “Why?”
“No, no, no...” Jacob's breath grew rapid, his eyes widening. “I lost track of the days, it's the...the...”
He twitched, his hind hips burning with pain, trapped as they were beneath the coffee table.
“Jacob...what's wrong? What do you mean?” Mara gasped, timidly reaching up to cup his furred muzzle, turning his head to look into her eyes.
“The...” Jacob swallowed a lump in his throat. “the rut... it always happens... 23rd September. I thought... I thought, Mara... I... I lost track of the date!”
Mara, far from shocked, surprised? Yes, shocked? No, gently straddled him, her knees pressing on the couch cushions, as she placed her hands on his sweat-slick muzzle, holding his head still as she gazed into his eyes.
“Jacob?” she said softly, reaching out to lightly caress his furred cheeks with her thumbs, the sensation sending a surge of warmth, and something else, rushing through him. “You're...beautiful.”
Jacob swallowed instinctively, his nostrils slightly flaring, his heart thundering in his chest, his large, expressive eyes meeting hers. “I'm a...a...”
Her fingers pressed against his lips, silencing him. “No, you're not. It's okay,” she reassured him, her voice steady and soothing. “You're a red deer, its no...no. You're still you, no matter what you look like. I promise.”
As her fingers traced the contours of his body, his chest, shoulders and neck, he felt a strange sense of relief wash over him. She was accepting him—this new, vulnerable form—and it fed the tiny flicker of hope deep within. Yet, even as her warm hands caressed and stroked, spreading a warmth he tried to suppress, the remnants of his insecurities clung tightly to his heart and mind.
His tubular ear flicked, as he grit his teeth, feeling himself doing something he swore he would not. It was inevitable: he was helpless to stop it. Slowly, the coffee table began to rise, almost imperceptibly, along with his fear and that awful burning sensation in his hind hips and thighs.
My legs and hips aren't meant for this position; it's unnatural. What if I lose control? Jacob thought, panic threading through his mind as instinct wrestled with reason.
As the tension in the room reached its peak, Jacob's heart raced, every instinct in his newly transformed body urging him toward Mara. The air between them crackled with a mix of desire and uncertainty, his cervid senses heightened to an almost overwhelming degree. He could feel the warmth of her, the soft scent of her shampoo wafting through the air, and every minute sound in the apartment amplified into a symphony of distractions to his large ears.
Mara's eyes were wide, her expression a mix of curiosity and excitement, and as Jacob leaned closer, his heart pounding unbearably, buckling under the almost primal urge, he felt the world around him start to fade away. The coffee table, laden with remnants of their snack and a couple of half-empty wine glasses, trembled.
With one swift movement, Jacob shifted his weight, struggling to control himself and ease that unbearable ache, his body trembling with the intensity of his arousal. Just as he leaned in towards Mara, the table tipped precariously under the weight of his transformation—and the thick, pre-ejaculate dripping firmness of the cervid length. It teetered for a moment, before crashing to the floor with a loud THUD. The sound of it echoed through the apartment, a cacophony that jolted both of them back to reality.
“Mara...” Jacob moaned, a mix of frustration and arousal escaping him as he instinctively reached for her, then froze, his forelegs nearly accidentally knocking her off him.
Mara caught completely off guard, twisted herself around to face the noise, her eyes going wide as she processed what almost reached halfway up her back. “What the...”
Her shocked senses took in the coffee table, now sprawled on its side, the wine glasses spilling their contents, her eyes once more looking down and her face draining of colour. “Is that... did you just tip over the table?!”
Jacob shuddered, his deer-like ears flicking in embarrassment. “I—I didn't mean to! I just--”
The tension burst, and despite the awkwardness of the situation, a startled exclamation escaped Mara's lips,
“It's like you're a clumsy puppy in a china shop...” Mara laughed nervously.
Jacob groaned, his cheeks—well the parts of his face that still felt like cheeks—flushing a deep crimson. “More like a deer caught in headlights!”
Mara couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of it all, shaking her head as she looked down, then nervously swallowed, then twisted herself back up, gazing into his eyes. “Just wait until I tell the others about my new boyfriend. 'Yeah, he's a deer now, and he has a knack for redecoration... and he's got it where it counts!”
“Uh...” Jacob's muzzle fell open, his widely-spaced eyes widening in terror.
Mara's smile faltered as she noticed his discomfort, the laughter fading completely. Her gaze softened, a mix of empathy and curiosity shining in her eyes as she slightly adjusted her position, mindful of what lay beneath her—and—behind her. “Jacob, its okay,” she whispered, her hand reaching out, but hesitating before she placed it lovingly on his shoulder. The air between them was thick with unspoken tension, a push-pull of emotions neither of them truly understood.
Jacob's heart raced, his pulse pounding in his ears, the primal side of him wrestling with his human instincts, unsure how to handle the growing closeness. His body, still adjusting to the transformation, felt both alien and all too familiar as his desire surged unexpectedly. He wanted to pull away, to retreat from the confusion swirling inside of him, but he was rooted to the spot, caught between fear and something much deeper—an undeniable longing.
Mara noticed the subtle shift in his posture, the way his muscles tensed beneath his fur. Her expression grew more serious, her voice soft as she asked, “Are you scared?”
He nodded without thinking, his wide eyes revealing the storm of emotions roiling inside him. “I don't... I don't want to hurt you,” he muttered, his voice hoarse with the weight of his crippling emotions.
Mara tenderly stroked his jawline, her fingertips tracing the quivering muscles, the warmth of her touch grounding him. “You won't,” she whispered gently. “Not if we do this together.”
“I'm a deer...a buck...” Jacob's fearful words tumbled from his lips.
Her touch sent shivers down his spine, both comforting and terrifying. His instincts screamed at him to act, to release the tension coursing through his body, but the human part of him held back, desperate for her approval and understanding—yet afraid of what he had become.
“I don't know if I can control it,” he admitted, his voice breaking with the raw honesty of his fear.
Mara's hand moved up to his chest, resting there as she leaned forward, gently positioning his forelegs over her shoulders and kissing his furred throat. “You don't have to control everything, Jacob,” she whispered, her breath warm against his fur as she caressed him. “Just trust me.”
Her words were like a cool breeze on a hot day, easing the tight knot of fear in his chest. Jacob exhaled shakily, his body relaxing slightly under her touch. Mara's gaze was stead, filled with something deeper than just physical attraction—there was acceptance there, a willingness to embrace him as he was, transformation and all.
Without thinking, he leaned into her touch, his large, awkward body pressing against hers. Mara closed her eyes, her breath hitching as she felt the heat of his transformed body against her. For a moment, the world outside her apartment ceased to exist for either of them—there were only the two of them, caught in the delicate balance between fear and desire.
Slowly, cautiously, Jacob tilted his head down, his lips brushing against hers in a tentative kiss. It was soft at first, a whisper of contact, but the moment their lips me, the dam broke. The flood of emotions he'd been holding back rushed to the surface—fear, relief, desire, all blending together in an overwhelming surge.
Mara responded instantly, her hands sliding up to cradle his face, pulling his head closer. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent as their bodies pressed together, heat building between them. Jacob's forelegs, trembling with both hesitation and need, pulled her closer, holding her gently as if afraid to hurt her, yet unable to resist the pull of his instincts any longer.
His heart raced, the primal side of him roaring to life as Mara's touch ignited every nerve in his body. He was lost against the sensation of her skin against his fur, even her clothing, the warmth of her physical closeness seeping into him, calming the storm inside. The tension between them, so long held in check, snapped, and he felt a surge of desire he could never have dreamed of.
“Urgh, easy big boy...” Mara grunted, feeling his crushing grasp with his forelegs. “Let me go if we're to take this further...”
“Sorry...” Jacob gasped, awkwardly moving his forelegs and letting her slip off from where she knelt on the couch.
Quickly, sensuously, her eyes never leaving his, Mara disrobed, revealing her pale skin in all its full, beautiful beauty to him. Jacob was entranced, speechless, as Mara looked down, her eyes widening as a nervous quiver rippled up her body as she looked at the not-insignificant cervid penis that stood like a flagpole from Jacob's groin. With care, she re-positioned himself, reaching between her legs and ever so carefully wrapping her fingers around it, guiding him with care and caution.
Every touch, made him shudder and fight desperately to resist the urges within him, his trust and love in her absolute, as Mara panted in quick, short breaths and looked deep into his wide, brown eyes.
“It's okay Jacob...I'm here.” Mara whispered as she lowered herself down, gasping as she slid slowly downwards.
She lifted his forelegs, placing them back over her shoulder, as she pressed herself forward, her warm breasts and erect nipples pressing against his chest, her breath hot and desperate.
His world narrowed to just the feel of her above him, the heat of their bodies entwined. Jacob hesitated for the briefest of moments, his wide eyes searching hers for any sign of hesitation or discomfort. All he saw in her gaze was trust, warmth and a desire that matched his own. The last of his fear melted away as she smiled and kissed him, her breath puffing his cheeks and making his eyes widen.
With a low, guttural grunt that sounded both human and animal, Jacob surrendered to the moment, his instincts taking over as he pressed into her. The feeling was unlike anything he had ever experienced—raw, intense, and all-consuming.
Mara arched beneath him, her body responding to his in ways that left her breathless, her hands clutching at his foreleg thighs, their movements graceful. He was quite a buck, but in length and girth, it wasn't painful. Unusual, intensely sensual, and surprisingly more pleasurable than any man she'd ever had before. Mara lifted her hips, pressing back down, taking half of him inside her, the waves of arousal and pleasure crashing over her like a storm surge.
As Jacob twitched beneath her, the heat building between them grew to an intense inferno of desire and wanton lust. His instincts flared, his nostrils sniffing the air, her pheromones, and his own increasing musky scent.
He instinctively thrust forward, feeling the heat and tightness envelop him as he fully sheathed himself within her. The moment was electrifying, a primal drive that sent a shuddering wave through his body. A convulsive thrust surged through him, marking the peak of his instincts, and with a sudden, overwhelming grunt, he climaxed inside her almost instantly.
Mara squealed, the intensity of the moment catching her off guard. Pleasure turned to shock and pain, and she felt the mix of exhilaration and confusion at the abruptness of their union. As Jacob's body trembled in the wake of his powerful and sudden orgasm, Mara's feelings turned from surprise to frustration.
“Wait, what the hell just...happened?” she gasped, her voice a mixture of disbelief and concern. She tried to process the whirlwind of sensations, her excitement quickly shifting to worry as she felt his seed within her, her eyes wide with a blend of emotions. “Did you just...”
Jacob's ears flattened against his skull, shame flooding him. He opened his mouth to apologise, but no words came. How could he explain something so deeply ingrained, so beyond his control?
Jacob lost in the aftershocks of his instincts and his first climax with a woman, let his antlered head slump back against the top of the couch, his breathing ragged and body trembling helplessly. His mind was swept away, his heart galloping in his chest, his deer instincts leaving him helpless. “I—I didn't mean to... it just happened!” He stammered, still overwhelmed by the experience.
Mara's heart raced, but it wasn't just from the physicality of their encounter. “You can't just—“ she began, a wave of frustration washing over her. “You need to be more careful! This isn't some instinctual thing for me!”
The tension hung in the air, the moment that had promised intimacy was now fraught with misunderstandings and unspoken feelings. Jacob's length, still buried inside her, began to twitch and quiver along with the rest of him, his chest rising and falling as his panting breaths tore through him. His eyes, looking down behind the couch widened, realising what felt like a natural response to him had left her feeling vulnerable and upset.
“Mara...” Jacob began, before he shuddered, his breath ragged and his senses overwhelmed from the pleasure that had just consumed him. He lay beneath her, in that awkward and painful semi-reclining position, eyes half-closed, completely oblivious to what transpired in front of him. Mara was straddling his hips, her body pressed tightly against his, her dominance palpable, even in his dazed state.
He felt her grip tighten, her nails elongating as her skin rippled. Jacob's breath hitched as he looked up, the hair on her arms thickening into coarse fur, her face elongating in front of his very eyes. He blinked, unable to process what was happening until the weight of her new form settled over him—dominant, primal, dangerous. The weight of her new body against him went unnoticed until something warm and wet dragged across his throat.
Jacob's eyes shot open in alarm, his head jerking back as he tried to process the sensation. Mara's depths grew even more intense, more slick and hot, squeezing down upon his cervid length with muscles he'd never imagined. Mara's broad, lupine tongue slid up the side of his neck, her breath hot against his fur. His heart leapt into his throat, and his body instinctively tensed beneath her.
His eyes finally registered the truth—Mara wasn't human anymore. Her body had fully shifted, her sleek werewolf form now towering over him, amber eyes locked onto his with an intensity that made his breath catch in his throat.
Jacob's heart pounded, the instinct to run screaming at him, but every muscle felt like it was frozen under her weight. His breath came in short, panicked bursts, eyes wide with terror as the werewolf's growl rumbled deep in her chest.
Before he could utter a single word, her voice—no longer the familiar, comforting tone he knew—came out in a deep, rumbling growl. “You know,” she murmured, her sharp teeth gleaming in the dim light as she grinned wickedly. “I've never had a deer before, you, my love, will be my first...”
Mara's powerful hands pressed down on his shoulders, the force visibly pushing him deeper into the couch cushions, holding him in place as she ground her hips into him, sending waves of heat coursing through his already overstimulated body.
His mind went blank, overtaken by the raw, primal sensation as his body responded instinctively, driven by needs he didn't fully understand. Pleasure hit him all at once, overwhelming and uncontrollable, and a loud piercing bleat of ecstasy ripped from his throat, echoing through the room.
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