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Spread the Love By Lykanos Wulfheart

Amy woke with a start, a warm dampness sweeping between her legs. It took another lick to alert the strawberry redhead to the source of her pleasure. Her green eyes locked onto the man-sized bump in the bedsheets as her groggily sweet voice whispered through the silence, "And good morning to you, too, Dan. You're awfully frisky today."

Giggling as she pulled back the covers to reveal his face, the muscular jawline and light brown goatee were exposed. Dan's words were smooth with a hint of his European accent. "Morning, babe. Didn't mean to wake you with a start like that, but I feel like a new man today."

With a grin, Amy swept a thin hand under the burly man's facial hair. Pulling his fiery eyes to meet her own, she stated, "That dog bite seems to have turned you into a real animal. Get up here and give me a kiss before you get too much further."

Dan followed her pull, his muscles brushing past her healthy, supple smoothness. With his hips planted between hers, he heaved his chest forward as their lips locked, his mass pinning her back into her pillow. Amy's dainty arms wrapped under his, holding him into their embrace as kiss after kiss lengthened into passion. As their bodies rubbed against one another, Dan's actions turned subtly savage, his teeth pulling at her delicate, full lips. A couple sensual brushes and his sharpening fangs broke the skin.

Pushing back, Amy stopped his advance as she wiped at the tiny wound. "Ouw. Careful, honey. You bit me."

The brute sniffed up the side of her neck as he caressed their nethers together in a long, sensual stroke. "Sorry, babe. Let me make it up to you." Pushing up from the bed, he let his firm shaft pierce her folds, a thickness that seemed a little foreign to her. Still, she welcomed it, her fingers working down to his thighs. Another thrust and things felt weird, almost unnatural.

"Hey, Dan? Your shape's off. Are you wearing something down there?"

His horny huff sent his length within her, a full sweep to satisfy his own needs. His words were almost a growl as he answered, his face looking scragglier than usual. "No, babe. It's all me." As he continued his advance, plunge after increasingly bizarre plunge, Amy started noticing the changes.

"Oh, god! Dan... your ears are pointing. What's going on?" As she tried to push at his chest, two powerful hands grappled her wrists to the side, holding her to his whim. The fingers distorted as they fuzzed, tiny pricks pushing at her skin as his palms roughened. Despite the uncomfortable position, she was becoming aware of something else. There was a growing warmth inside her plowed cavity, a spreading itch that grew out of her crotch and injured lip. Suddenly worried, she pleaded with the beast. "Da-Dan! Please, stop! Something's not right."

Her hesitation fell on deaf wolven ears, the points rising higher as fur carpeted over his abdomen. His face had begun its push, a blackening nose crinkling as his body rocked to fill his primal lust. His cheeks filled with a similar brown to his hair, though it was more a thickening fur. She could feel it, too. It was an invasion of her flesh as tiny pricks of grey seeded her waist and face, washing over her body as the infection spread. The burning taint seeped deep inside her, spurred further as their fluids continued to mingle, her passage slick with desire.

The pop of her boyfriend's feet was loud, but it paled in comparison to the deafening crunch her nose made as it elongated, her terror spiking with the pain. She wanted to cry out, but her changing mouth prevented such an act, a pained whine parting as her teeth sharpened and tongue grew alien, a flexible flatness that worked its way out as her bosom heaved with her panting.

Fighting back, she could feel the next change as it burned through her body. Her muscles swelled, power she never had before. While her arms and legs bulked with rippling strength, her chest became more defined, abs taking shape over her slender smoothness. As the tissue swelled, it was carpeted with the grey of her fur. Likewise, Dan was nearly fully furred with shades of brown. His tail was stretching out as he held firm, his body not losing its pace as he dug deep. His muzzle had finished, predatory teeth exposed as his lips curled with the bliss of his savagery.

While Dan seemed to enjoy his changes, his form now fully bestial, Amy was less pleased with her lycanthropy. Claws poked out in an aching slide as her digits reshaped into werewolf paws. Her long hair remained, a pinkish red against the grey ears that finished their shift. Her breasts heaved with the labor of the agonizing transformation, her body bulked and fluffy. As her own tail poked out, a horrible pinching of her spine, she tried to rotate to let if free. Her misery continued as Dan held tight, his greedy thrusts growing shorter as something swelled at her opening, his knot a tightness that bordered on uncomfortable. Unable to speak, her wolf-like mouth incapable of the words, she yipped in discomfort while her padded feet dug into the fabric, shredding the sheets.

As much as she hated herself for it, her body seemed to love the filling pressure, her hips swaying with his. A whiney moan escaped as her thuggish partner hit his climax, a penetrating wave of warmth filling her up. The arousal spiked in her as the new muscles flexed, her torso squeezing to milk his member for every last drop. She couldn't lie to her body. She wanted it, as much as she told herself otherwise.

With her partner satisfied, his grip loosened. Her frame was still reeling with orgasm, her clawed hands grappling at his arms to keep him inside her for as long as possible. It seemed to satisfy Dan's beast, his panting tongue lulling out as his tail swayed back and forth. Her own tail twitched, a mix of longing and hatred, the nag of her curvy bottom pinning it still a concern. To finally fix the issue, Amy rotated her hips as she pushed at her boyfriend, laying him on his side as the knot held firm, both canines resting on their thighs. Dan's orangey gaze gave a sense of longing while Amy's greens seethed with pent up fury.

It took almost ten minutes before Dan's bulge retreated, his body shifting back to what it was before. As his fur shed and muscles reemerged, the man spoke to his wolfy woman. "I should have told you sooner, but I didn't realize I was so contagious. That dog bite I got a few days back... It was from a werewolf friend of mine. So sorry, babe."

While he hopped out of bed to get dressed for work, she was left behind, his fluids seeping out of her as she whined pathetically, motioning to her enhanced frame.

"Don't worry," advised her afflicter. "The change comes and goes with strong emotion. Just don't get too worked up and you'll be back to normal in no time." Her mournful whine finished as he pulled down his shirt. With a sympathetic nod, he added, "Tell you what. I'll call you in as sick for work. Take the day to take it all in." Buckling up his pants, he gave her a sad look of his own. "Amy... I didn't want this for you. Honest. But at least you're not in it alone."

A forceful pillow smacked him in the face, lobbed by the irritated lycanthrope who was clinging to the covers as if she had just been raped. Her snarl told him just how she felt. Holding up his hands, he backed to the door. "I'll give you some space, babe. Just try to stay calm." He quickly closed the door as the second pillow sailed through the air.

Left alone, the werewolf sulked until her body changed back, the fur parting, but the bulk of the new muscle remaining. Her petite frame was now that of a professional gymnast, lithe and powerful. It was a huge change from the skinny, smooth shape she had only hours before. Still, she couldn't change what had been done to her, so she left the mess of the seed-stained and shredded bed for the comfort of the shower.

***

Amy had spent the better part of the day wallowing in self-pity. She had moved to the center of the couch, legs tucked in close with a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. There she remained in silence, taking in what had happened. Her retreat was shattered when her cellphone rang. Hesitantly, she checked the caller. Had it been Dan, she'd likely have thrown it across the room. Thankfully, it was her old friend, Jake. Pondering if she should answer, the need for a friend outweighed her moping. Swiping, she remained silent, waiting to hear his voice.

With a youthful cheeriness, his words broke through the silence. "Hey! Where you at? I thought we were going to hang out after work today?"

Wiping the remaining moisture from her eyes, her speech was shaky with regret. "Hey Jake. Sorry. I had to skip work. Something... something awful came up. Still not sure how to deal with it."

Taking on an empathetic tone, he asked, "It wasn't Dan was it? Come on, Amy. Talk to me here."

Nodding to nobody but herself, she sluggishly replied, "Yea, it was Dan. Jake, I don't know what to do. I don't even know what to say." Her tears welled once again as she wept bitterly.

"It's settled, then," said the vibrant voice. "You're coming over for pizza and a movie. You can tell me all about it, just like old times."

The thought of wolfing out and hurting her friend invaded her mind as she whispered, "I don't think that's such a good idea..."

With confidence, he asked, "How long have I known you?"

Sniffling, she mumbled, "Since middle school."

"Exactly. Trust me, you need a friend right now. I can hear it in your voice. Pizza and a movie. My place. Will half an hour be enough?"

Nodding, she remained quiet.

"You're nodding, aren't you?"

With a start, she shot back, "Oh, yes! Sorry! I'll be right over. Just let me change." Hanging up, she suddenly regretted her choice of words as she unwrapped and hunted for clothes that would fit her new and improved physique. The only things with enough stretch to cover her muscular frame was her workout gear, a matching sports bra and shorts combo. Both were a purple trimmed dark grey that hugged her new mass. She had debated one of Dan's shirts, but the thought of him only made her angry.

***

Jake's doorbell chimed for the second time that evening, the pepperoni pizza already sitting on the counter. The brown haired, brown eyed man moved with a peppy haste knowing exactly who was waiting on the other side. Throwing the door open, he started with, "Hey, Amy come on..." but was awestruck at the woman outside. It took a moment for him to regain his thoughts. "W-wow. You've really been working out!"

Arms crossed, Amy shyly hid her larger bust as she stood there dressed more for the gym than a friendly gathering. Slowly, she crept past, eyes lowered as she headed for the couch.

Jake ran for the food, and then plopped down next to her, his own outfit a complete clash to her own. He favored a yellow hoodie over a black long-sleeve, his pants a thin, robin's egg blue runner's wear, zip off legs and all. The strangest part of his attire was a stiff black collar that was several sizes too big. In the middle was a tiny band of metal with a stylized "X", just like the one Hige wore in Wolf's Rain.

Flopping the food on his wooden in table, he grabbed a slice and munched before asking, "So, what did your boyfriend do this time?"

Her hands migrated to her knees, holding tight as she took everything in. The scent of the meat, cheese, sauce, and bread all seemed to be separate entities making up the pizza, no longer just one simple thing. Furthermore, she could smell her friend, his fragrance a comforting masculinity, young and vibrant with a hint of arousal. Picking up on it, her own body started to desire a bit of attention, though she was not about to listen. Slowly, she answered, "He did something unforgivable."

"That bad, huh," he chimed as he laid back, another chomp of his dinner before he continued. "He didn't cheat on you, did he? If he did, I could beat him up for you."

The last bit forced Amy to smile, her own plight nothing compared to the comedy of her scrawny friend taking on her macho boyfriend. "You? Beat him up? Come on, I've known you forever. You're as skinny as I..." suddenly solemn, she finished with, "was."

Pointing with the pizza, he smirked, "At least I got you to laugh. Progress." Focusing on her rippling mass, he patted at her bicep as he continued. "Speaking of, how did you get so ripped? I mean, it looks good on you. Wouldn't mind some of that for myself." Instantly shy, he waved frantically. "I mean the muscle! I didn't mean to imply, not that I wouldn't, but... I mean!"

Though he was trying to hide it, the sight of her muscles turned him on, the scent of his desire growing after he actually touched them. The odors of his affection nagged her in a way that she couldn't resist, a primal urge welling up within. Lust overtook her as she slipped a finger behind his dog collar and pulled him closer. "Tell you what. You like the new me? How about you try it out."

Swallowing hesitantly, he started off nervous, a bit of resistance pulling him back. "Amy, are you sure? What about Dan?"

Her eyes remained passionately locked on him as she spoke in a needful tone. "Dan had his chance. I need someone I can trust. A friend like you." Her free hand worked its way down, playing with his package as she tugged him closer, the need to satisfy her itch almost blinding. It would have been easier to resist by focusing on his safety, but she was positive that no biting meant zero chance of infection and she had no intentions of hurting her best friend.

"You know I can't say no to you." Tossing his last few bites back into the box, he wiped his fingers on his shirt and took it off on her command. While he removed his pants, Amy started stripping, herself. As soon as both were naked, Amy fished for his collar, her own kinkiness shining through as she placed it back around his neck. Looping her fingers under it, she twisted her hand over her shoulder as she knelt on the couch, his smooth chest pulled against her rugged back.

Already perky from her earlier groping, the commanding tug of his collar pleased him to no end. He was more than willing to slide his length along her moist line, probing for the opening as he felt at her powerful hips. As he worked to piece her folds, he beamed, "Not going to lie. I'm totally enjoying this."

With a dominating jerk she produced a horny growl, her teeth and claws already forming into sharp points. "Be a good boy and get in there." He did as told, the tip of his shaft forcing its way in, slick fluids mingling as he ran halfway before starting his thrusts, a steady pace of pleasuring probes. Amy's moans only spurred her shift, fur forming along her digits and twisting up her darkening nose, the greys still out of Jakes view. He wouldn't have noticed anyways, his own eagerness growing with the warmth in his penis. He couldn't tell, the feel of her folds a complete distraction, but his own genitals had started their change. His member grew red with sensitivity as his testicles fuzzed over with brown fur, the sheath forming as his nethers finished.

It didn't hit him that something was wrong until the fur started growing over her shoulders, the ripples of her strength carpeting as he continued his plunge, each stroke furthering their transformation. As her hands changed to paws, his own muscles started to twitch, a slow power growing beneath the skin. It wasn't until the browns worked up his burly belly that he stammered out, "A-Amy? S-something is wrong. We're getting... furry?"

Worried that she may have infected her friend, she twisted to look, her hand pulling at his neck and sending a shiver of arousal through his swollen frame. Her own face had changed, the nose now wolven as her ears perked. She tried to apologize, but all that came out was a guttural "Rawree".

Seeing her bestial appearance, Jake pulled out, his member fully canine as his nose started to curl up, fur spreading over his lip. "Are you? Are we? Did you make me a werewolf?" Amy's tail started to stretch out as her half-formed ears drooped with guilt. Her hand slacked as he stepped back, free to do as he pleased. To her surprise, he pumped a powerful fist with boyish glee. "HELL YEA! You know how long I've dreamt of being a werewolf? This is the best STD ever!" Lining back up, he plowed deep, his forming claws digging into her burly ribs. "As a thanks, I'm going to grrrrive roooo..." His muzzle had grown far too canine to keep talking, so his body picked up where his mouth left off, his shaft sweeping in deep to thrill her, a gift for a gift.

While working his magic, his pecs brimmed with energy as his hips grew savage. Her tail was wagging like mad as his own pushed out, a painful pinch between his butt cheeks. While her body had already finished, grey fur over her savagely seductive frame, his hands and feet popped with a horrific ache. His face had finished swelling, much to his relief, but the soreness of the changes only riled his passion, his shaft throbbing as it heaved, his knot bulging before his tail and toes had even finished. Thick pads held firm as he tugged at her body, her hips forced to match his own. In the bliss of his final alterations finishing their crunch to wolfhood, his body spasmed with euphoria, his beastly seed filling up his friend and forcing an animalistic howl of emotion out of her as the heat of his flow invaded.

As her own muscles twitched with elation, her ears sagged with guilt, the knowledge that she had ruined his life all too real. As her frame milked his member, she whined apologetically, pinned to the back of the couch by his mighty mass. She was shocked when she felt his hug, powerful arms tenderly working around her torso. He even followed up with a romantic lick to her shoulder. His calm and kind-hearted gesture helped ease her worry. As they stood there in their moment of tenderness, she let his warmth sooth her. To herself, she thought, "If he could learn to love this so quickly... maybe I can, too." While she still hated Dan for forcing this curse on her, she was starting to think a life of lycanthropy with her best friend might not be such a bad option.