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Howly Birthday By Lykanos Wulfheart

The ceiling was unchanging, a bumpy beige that didn't really seem that interesting. Still, Dave's stare was locked, his back flat against the mattress. There were prettier things he could be staring at, namely his girlfriend who was still asleep at his side, her breaths shallow and peaceful. Nicole was a beautiful redhead, curves in all the right places, and a tender personality to bring it all together. She was perfect... and that was the problem. She was too good for an average guy like him.

Dave's heart sank with his gaze, his own insecurities nagging at his mind. They'd been dating for over a year and a half, but he was still certain she'd have done better had he not offered his umbrella that rainy day. He'd never have realized they lived in the same apartment complex, she'd never have fallen for him, and she'd be living a happier life altogether.

His heavy sigh stirred her, ever so subtly, so he decided it was time to get up. After all, he had to work this Saturday, the weekend before his birthday. It was the only way to guarantee he had the event off, and Nicole wanted to try to lift his spirits. He was sure it would only deepen his depression, but he couldn't refuse her request. As much as he hated to admit it, he really did love her, deserving or not.

While he slipped into his work clothes, a nice dress shirt tucked into khakis, Nicole was lost in her own bout of contemplation. Though he wouldn't admit it, she had noticed the change in him over the last few weeks. It had all started when he was passed over for his promotion... again. Though he worked hard and had the best track record at his little sales department, he was always told that he was too honest. Most would find that a compliment, though his employer seemed to take it as grounds to keep him in place, a glass ceiling on his promotion potential. Though that realization had knocked Dave low, the thing that happened a couple days later was what really started this slump of self-depreciation.

Focusing on the night stand, Nicole played the event again in her mind. They had been on the subway, chatting and joking after some ice cream to lift her boyfriend's spirits. As they rode, minding their own business, a trashy bimbo had insulted her man. The whore, Nicole told herself. That wasn't fair and she knew it. Still, it made her feel better as Dave tied his tie and walked out, half turning back before defeating himself and walking away. Though Nicole blamed the woman, her part was really something minor. All that had happened was a skimpily dressed teen had been talking with her friends. When the girl had noticed them, she'd said, "Wow, she's way too good for him," in an overly loud tone, just being a brat. Still, with his recent low, it only plummeted him further, the days following being a sorry spiral of pity and self-doubt.

As soon as she heard the car start, she slipped out of bed and into some loose clothes. Though she didn't have to work, it being the start of the weekend, she still had a mission. She was determined to make this the best birthday he'd ever had. She even made him take the upcoming Friday off, giving them not only his birthday, but the whole weekend to do whatever they wanted.

Tiptoeing through the living room in one of his baggy, grey college shirts and a pair of her pink, lazy-day shorts, Nicole snuck over to the entry and made sure Dave was gone. Seeing no car, no black shoes, and no him, she was safe to snoop. Normally, she'd respect his privacy, but desperate times called for desperate measures and she was about to do something she was not proud of. Switching on his computer, she opened the internet and pulled up his browsing history, taking a moment to ready herself before she dug around.

Shaking any guilt from her mind, she stated with confidence, "This is for his own good. I have to do something, anything to kick him out of this funk."

As she scrolled, she noticed a recurring site, one he'd visited at least a few times a week. "FurAffinity, huh? Sounds kinky," she teased as she clicked one of the pages from a few days ago. She'd expected fuzzy cuffs and arm bands; possibly some sort of fluffy fetish gear. She was not prepared for the image that popped up.

With a squeal of embarrassment, her palm covered the screen as her face turned red. Below the dainty hand were the genitals of an anatomically canine werewolf plowing deep into an eager, feral bitch, her expression overly lusty as she took his length. Nicole's voice trembled with giddy bashfulness as she clicked the back button. "Oh my god. That... was NOT what I expected." Scrolling a bit more carefully, she found one labeled "Werewolf in the Woods". Clicking, it was far less of a shock. Exactly as advertised, it was a hairy wolf creature standing proudly amidst the trees. Instead of the oversized dong of the last image, this one had a fluffy bulge, something she was a little more comfortable with.

Clicking around the site, she quickly learned what it was about, or what it pandered to. There were a lot of fluffy human-animal creatures, some sexual and some innocent. She didn't have a word for it until she saw the fursuit images. "Oh, maybe he's one of those furries," she told herself as she noticed his user name in the corner. Giggling to herself, she clicked it, his profile popping up for her to peruse. She had known he liked werewolves pretty early on in the relationship, but she didn't realize he liked them this much. His favorites tab was filled with wolf-creatures of various shapes, always on the more animalistic side. She quickly gathered that he preferred the were-beast to the hairy man. She also took note that he had an equal amount of sexual and nonsexual images saved. Some had a big, burly beast paired with a human damsel, others with a werewolf woman, and a few with what looked like dogs or wolves. There were a good deal of partially shifted lycanthropes, some in pain and some in the throes of sex. The transformation pictures gave her an idea, while a certain Little Red Riding Hood image solidified her plan.

He obviously wanted to be a werewolf, so many of the images showing that very thing. Digging into his posts, her theory was confirmed. He'd stated a few times that if he could, he would. It was all she needed. Closing out of the tab, she opened another and started her search. It took a while, but she found something that might work. It claimed to be an experimental pill, one that would make a person's lycanthropic fantasies come true. She wasn't about to take the site's word for it, though.

Looking into the group's credentials, it all seemed legitimate, but she wanted a second opinion. It would even help if someone could confirm the science. "Jennie!" Running back to her night stand, she snagged her phone off the charger and headed back to the computer, all the while pulling up her cousin's number.

After a couple rings, she was met with a younger voice, a woman in her mid-twenties. "Hello?"

Excitement filled Nicole's words as she spouted, "Hey Jennie, it's Nicole. I had a science question for ya."

Pepping up, the person on the other side shot back, "Oh, hey Nicki! Science, you say? I should be able to help with that."

Pulling up the name of the organization, she explained, "So, Dave's been in a bit of a slump lately. I know he has a thing for werewolves and I went looking for something to help him be one, you know, for a little bit. Is that even possible? I'm looking at this pill from... it's Shifted Sensations. Do you know if it's legit? Looks like it's a subsidiary of EGAD, whatever that is."

Thinking it over with a soft hum, her cousin replied, "Actually, yea. That should work. I can't get into too many details, but I work for the Experimental Genetic Augmentation Department. If it's one of our subsidiaries, then it should work. Just be careful. Sometimes those things have side effects." Her tone turned jokingly dirty as she added, "Play it safe, Nicki, and you'll be fine. Have fun!"

With her face flushed crimson, she chided back, "Jennie, you're such a tease! It's not like that!"

"Uh huh." Laughing at the flustered lady, Jennie was pleased with the response. "You're welcome, cuz. Like I said, play it safe and check the side effects. You should both have a good time."

Growing flustered from the mocking giggle, Nicole finished the call with an ashamed, "Shut it, you! And thanks, ya brat." Hanging up on the laughter, Nicole knew she was just having a bit of fun. Still, the pornographic images from earlier made her feel a bit rattled, more so as her cousin seemed to know exactly what she was planning.

Calming herself down, she ordered two pills, both for her moping lover. She'd figured with a double dose, the effect may last the weekend. After all, if she was going to make his dreams come true, she'd might as well go all the way. That's where the second part of her plan came in. Now it was her turn for something naughty. Opening a new tab, she typed in "sexy red riding hood" and moved on to the shopping page. Scrolling through, it took a bit of searching for one she liked. Most were either super skimpy or too billowy. Neither would work for the devious little fantasy she had in mind for him. Instead, she settled for the middle ground. It was a dainty black, red, and white short-cut maid style getup that she was sure would make Dave go wild. Even better, she got a little red cloak to hide it all, a surprise within a surprise.

With her task for the day complete, all that was left to do was wait. She already had his birthday morning ready to go and now she had something for the evening. Shutting down the system, she felt confident that his birthday bash would lift his spirits and bring back the man she loved. If nothing else, he'd be surprised, one way or another.

***

The morning of his big day opened with bacon cheddar omelets, his favorite. She'd hoped to make him breakfast in bed, but he was stirred when she snuck out. Still, a cheery breakfast at the dinner table was a good start. Next up was racing go-carts, which he usually won. This time was no different. He'd even managed to spin her out, which always flustered the dainty damsel. They sped around for hours until they went out for a late lunch. Since he was the birthday boy, he got to pick. Indecisively, he opted for Chinese, so they hit up the nearby buffet. It was the best in the city as far as an all you can eat went, tons of options and great quality. His mood seemed to lift as he grossed her out, wiggling the tiny octopus at her before chomping it in half. Like usual, she made faces as he chewed the wiggly mouthful, a mix of disgust and dismay.

They didn't hit home until almost four in the afternoon, both a little drained from a long day of excitement. Still, there was one last gift to give her lover, tired or not. She was a little concerned when Dave flopped on the couch, his hands ruffling up his billowy, brown hair, but ultimately it made her job easier. Unlike his work attire, he preferred to stay casual, especially when he was feeling self-conscious. Today was no different as he reclined, his hands retreating into the pockets of his mustard yellow hoodie. Despite the warm weather, he'd worn a long-sleeved black undershirt with a bit of bagginess, much like the light blue swishy pants that covered his legs. Despite the clashing apparel, he did seem a bit more content than he had the last few days, but Nicole could tell that concern still weighed on his mind. It was something she aimed to fix shortly as she snuck off to the kitchen.

Opening the cabinetry, she moved a couple cans of green beans and corn to pull out two plastic-like, square pill packages. It was the perfect hiding spot. Dave rarely cooked and he didn't much care for vegetables in general, so the odds of him getting into that cupboard were slim to none. Filling a cup with water, she checked over the small package, the text in front stating boldly:

Midnight Howler A One-Night Werewolf Transformative Supplement

Shifted Sensations

The back was covered in a smaller print that she hadn't had the chance to read. With the man of her affection in the other room, now was not the best time either. To make sure he didn't find out, she tore the squares open and set the pair of capsules on a small plate. Taking a spoon, she crushed them up delicately and swept the powder into the liquid. To cover any taste, she added a small squirt of the closest energy flavoring, the concoction turning almost blood red as she stirred. Pushing the packaging out of sight, hidden behind the toaster for safekeeping, she took the brew to her boyfriend and ordered him to drink it down. With a sultry wink, she advised, "Finish it all before I get back. Trust me. You could use the energy for this next birthday gift."

Blowing a kiss, she closed off the bedroom as she switched clothes. It took a bit of doing, the white, knee-high nylon leggings slowing her progress. The sewn-in black corset also took time, the lacy, black strings pulled tight to push up her breasts which perked behind a ruffled white fabric. Before them was a tiny black bow attached to a thin strip of lace that ran in a line before her nipples. The shoulders and short skirt were ripples of red, the edging tipped with black. A small, black bordered square of white dangled below the beltline, giving a subtle barmaid style to the skirt as a patch of red shown through the corset's lace, breaking up the white of her bosom and lap. The outfit included black, skintight gloves, but she tossed them to the side, pulling the cloak from its hiding spot below the bed. Tousling her silky, red hair, she pulled up the hood and drew the cloak around her to hide the seductive apparel below.

Dave had chugged the drink and was waiting patiently, sprawled out on the couch with his gaze locked on the door. As soon as it opened, he was forced to sit up, jaw dropping at the beauty before him. Nicole smiled shyly as she reveled in his entrancement. Throwing the cloak open, she showed off her seductive shape, the costume fitting her frame elegantly as it accented her hips and breasts. The cape dangled behind her, hood still drawn and held in place by a frail, red cord. With a little curtsy, she sang, "Hey there Little Red Riding Hood. You sure are looking good."

A pleased smile spread across Dave's face as he took her in, his own singing following where hers left off. "You're everything a big bad wolf could want. Awoo!"

He couldn't stand, still locked in his awe, so she came to him. Stopping just out of arms reach, she quickly lifted the front of her skirt, flashing her goods with nothing to hide her below the wavy red. His face lit up with the display, though his gaze quickly lowered in shy doubt. "How... How did you? I don't deserve such a romantic gift. I've been so selfish late-"

Pulling him up by his arms, she put a finger to his lips, the pinkness already growing black. With a gentle tone, she scolded, "Ah ah ah. No you don't. I know you've been feeling down lately and I just want you to know that you're a great guy. You may not think so, but you're handsome and smart and totally deserve me, just like I deserve a loving man like you. So no more moping. You have to enjoy your gift." Kissing his nose as it started to darken, the same blackness that had invaded his lips spreading as the tissue roughened, she added, "Looks like it's starting. I know you love werewolves, so I figured you'd approve."

His face contorted with confusion, the animalistic features spreading as his ears grew to a point. "What are you talking about? What's starting?" Nicole turned his hands up to expose the thick callouses of his palms and finger pads, the dark grey flesh already thick and rugged. With an elated gasp, he blurted in a mix of bewildered joy. "What-Is? Is this what I think it is? Did you really find some way to make me a werewolf?" In an instant, both arms wrapped around his Little Red as he embraced her with the tightest hug he could muster, his arms already bulking with added power. "Nicole, you. You're the best girlfriend ever! I don't even know what to say!"

His hug only tightened as a pain grew at the base of his spine, a slender nub poking out as it wiggled back and forth with glee. Brown fuzz had already started to cover its base as well as his chest, the tops of his feet and the back of his hands. Nicole patted at his side comfortingly, her shoulders pinned in his grappling hug. "Oof, wow. Didn't realize you were so strong." Giving a sweet smile, she basked in the joy of his expression, though it became a little odd as it stretched, the manly nose pushing forward as the nostrils pointed forward, the naked doglike muzzle expanding towards her. She didn't want to tell him, but the process was a little sickening for her, the noises of his bones creaking making her stomach sink. Still, she kept her composure, looking away to ease herself. When the embrace loosened, Nicole took a small gasp for breath. "It's only temporary, so you'd might as well enjoy it while it lasts.

Squeezing again, Dave turned cheery. "Thank you thank you thank you!" Letting her go free, he took a step back and appraised his situation, the transformation a high point for him. His claws had already burst free, toes and fingers sporting wicked natural weapons. He could feel a similar savagery growing in his mouth, his tongue turning flat as it poked at the dangerous fangs that his human teeth had shifted into. Suddenly aware of his shrinking clothes, he pulled the hoodie and shirt combo over his head, canine ears twitching as the subtle fur was disturbed. The altered appendages pleased him, much like his new improved torso pleased his lover.

"My god. You're huge." Nicole's hand pushed against his hairy chest as she felt at his strengthening pecs. With a burst of confidence, Dave gave a halfhearted flex that blew their minds. His arms were ripped, having gone from average to body builder bulk in a matter of minutes. He could tell his legs were the same as his loose legwear grew tight.

Looking a bit shy, his muzzle blushing before the fur swallowed it entirely, he apologized. "Sorry to strip, but..." His tail had already finished its pull, the sweeping wags of bliss brushing at his pants as it pulled down below. Delicately, his clawed thumbs, now massive and padded, took the fabric lower, all but his underwear struggling to the floor. His immense legs made stripping hard, but as he freed himself, another change came into view.

He wobbled for balance as he realized his feet were elongating, the bones growing as his heels lifted from the floor. Luckily, the couch was behind him, the changing werewolf falling hard, wincing as his new tail bound up under his fluffy butt. "Da-ha-hang! That smarts." Leaning to the side, he freed his new body part as he looked up to Nicole. He didn't realize, but his transformation was almost done, his fur creeping over the rugged power of his new frame. Clawed toes scraped into the carpet as he gazed, his expression almost like that of a pleased puppy.

Pulling at her drawstring, the cloak fell into a pile behind the sexy woman as she knelt down, hands petting at his thick, brown leg fluff. "So, how was it? Everything you'd hoped for?"

Tenderly, his paw reached up, careful not to claw the pretty face as his thumb pad swept back her locks. "It was perfect. Thank you so much. I don't even know how to repay you."

Nicole gazed deep into his predatory, hazel eyes, her hand stroking along the side of him muzzle, a mix of his own tenderness and what she'd expect to show to a large dog. "I just want you to be happy. I love you for you. It doesn't matter how you look. Handsome man of my dreams, brutish beast, I'll always love you for you. I just want you to realize that. That you do deserve me."

With sagging ears, Dave's stare dropped. "I..."

Pushing up his jaw, she held his focus. Her stern, almost commanding voice seemed more appropriate for talking to a pet than a man. "Say it."

The werewolf's massive hands moved up to caress her shoulders as he gave a soft smile. "I do. I do deserve you." With a huff of happiness, he closed his eyes and took in the scent of the woman he loved.

In response she poked his nose, a smile on her lips. Her tone was almost mocking as she praised him with, "Good boy." His eyes flicked open with the pressure, a gentleness shining through the bestial presence. Nicole's light green gaze met his before he felt a tug at his incredibly tight underwear. Suddenly seductive, she cooed, "Before you finish unwrapping your birthday gift, let's see what we're working with here."

To ease her difficulty, Dave wiggled his muscular hips, the elastic having already been pulled to the breaking point. His new size was far too much for them to handle, the garments sliding off, yet stretched beyond repair. While he gave an apologetic smirk, Little Red was focused on his big bad bulge. She had assumed this might happen, but she still wasn't ready for what she saw. Instead of a manly shaft, what she saw was a tip of red peeking out from a fluffy, brown furred sheath. The curiosity nagged at her as she fought past the awkward realization. Her fingers prodded the flesh cautiously, pulling down gently only to pull back in disgust as the tip widened into his shaft, the organ sliding back into its hiding spot. "How does that thing even work? I-I really expected you to stay human where it counted."

Finding her hesitation adorable, he stood up and raised her with. "If it's anything like a real wolf's, it's just protected in there. It'll come out when it counts, trust me."

Nicole glared back at his wolfish grin, still a bit uneasy about his new anatomy. Heckling the massive lycanthrope, she made a joke at his expense. "You just want to do it doggy style, don't you, ya pervert?"

Dave's laugh was a throaty rumble as shook his head. "Whatever you'd like to do, hun. I won't stop you."

"Well then," she whispered as she led him to the bedroom by his chest poof. "It's your gift, so feel free to show off. You have my permission to tear these clothes away. Just please no biting or clawing me." With a sultry wink, she backed herself into a seat on the end of the bed. Reaching underneath, she pulled out his collar, a stiff, black loop with a small metal band printed with an "X". Sliding it over his head, he flattened his ears to let her push it around his neck, her explanation comforting his nervousness. "I know you wear this thing like a safety blanket, you know, to destress and stuff. I thought it might be fun to use here, though... That is if you don't mind."

"It's perfect," he stated as he moved his paw to touch her hand, the same hand holding his collar as to pull him closer.

Drawing him near, she kissed his darkened nose before giving an almost cheesy line. "Oh my, what a big bone you have."

Trying his best not to laugh, he replied, "All the better to ravage you with, my dear."

Her grin spurred him on as she released his collar to pull up her short skirt and expose herself. In an erotically calm manner, she said, "Oh no. A big, bad wolf. What's a girl like me to do?" As she spoke, she took his hands and placed them to her hips, his body lined up and shaft already slipping from its sheath, the perky flesh brushing against her own. He allowed his rosy member to slide along her lips a few times, each brush striking her clit as her fingers curled into the sheets. The next slide pierced her veil, the odd shape slipping halfway in before pulling back. Her reaction seemed a mix of pleasure and hesitation, her words a bit odd. "That's... really different. Not bad different... but strange different."

Pushing in deeper, Dave could tell her body was liking it, the scent of her arousal assailing his enhanced nose as his penis slid freely, her juices already slickening the passage. Digging until his sheath caressed her labia, his fuzzy testis touching her soft skin, he paused as he spoke, the words a hungry growl. "Better?"

Nicole shuddered with delight, her sanctum filled with the warmth of his manhood. Lying back, she let out a heavy breath before advising, "You'll have to do that again. Such a Big. Bad. Wolf."

Pulling all but the tip back out, he used his newfound strength, pulling the dainty redhead onto his girth. With a slow crawl, he inserted himself, delving greedily until his fur split her opening, the tickle of his hairs sending a shiver up her spine. "Good boy," she moaned, her sex growing hot against his power. "Faster," she pleaded. "Show me your savagery."

Though he was a beast, the werewolf between her legs was still a gentleman. He gradually increased his pace, each thrust pushing her back to where he'd pulled her from. As he worked, Nicole felt a growing thrill, something inside her screaming for more. Each sweep sent a rush through her system, the thick shape filling her insides. Strangely, it seemed to fit better with each horny shove, her lips conforming to his shape. Neither realized, but her opening had changed. No longer a line, it now resembled that of a female canine, her shaved skin prickling with light gray fur.

Each new pump rocked her body, her chest heaving with elation. The wolf above her had already started to pant from his vigor, long sliding movements meant to pleasure both parties. He was so focused on the thrill, that he didn't notice as Nicole's crotch bloomed with fur of its own, hidden from view by the outfit. Each breath seemed to grow tighter for her, the muscles expanding at her sides and perking her breasts. As the cleavage swelled with her torso, the pressure was starting to grow uncomfortable. "Dave, oh. Shred it. Use those claws and unwrap me." Tossing her arms up, she waited for her beast to comply, still bouncing with each push.

Dave was enjoying her idea of roleplay, his pace stopping as he snarled, both paws sweeping between her bosom to shred the cord that bound her. Ripping it open, the fabric tore to her waistline, the white square unharmed. Still, the sight of her flesh froze his blood. There, between the shredded scraps, between her glorious mounds, was a patch of grey fur that spread down until it went out of sight. He didn't know what to say. He didn't even know this was supposed to happen. Looking higher, he noticed her face. Though her eyes were closed with ecstasy, her lips had already turned black. Like his own, her nose had gained a leathery texture, though it still maintained her beautiful shape.

Her frame twisted as she asked, "Why'd you stop? Come on, keep going. You feel so good." As much as he hated to admit it, her transformation was driving him wild, his pace picking back up with a lusty vigor.

As he plunged, he noticed her palms, the skin already turning a pinkish grey. He knew he had to tell her. "Honey, is this supposed to happen? Look at your hands."

With a moan of satisfaction, she ran her thickening digits from her nipples to her hips, the toughening flesh a weird sensation as it rubbed. "What about my," opening her eyes, the green orbs kept their color but had gone wolven, her ears starting their move upward. "Oh my god! What's happening to me? Dave! Dave, please stop!"

It was too late, a swelling growing within her sex. Dave tried to pull free, but the bulbous growth at his base had already tied the two together, the tug sending shivers through them both. "I-I can't. We're knotted. Soon. Oh, crap! Your body, hun. I'm too close!"

In her terror, Nicole had tried to sit up, the new muscles in her stomach rippling with primal power. Her body had also inadvertently tightened down on her lover's engorged appendage. The tightness sent him over the edge, his chest heaving forward as his shaft twitched, his seed spilling forth within her altered womb. She could feel it invade, a sickening reminder of her current condition. She tried to pull free, the action only furthering their arousal as the semen filled her up, the knot keeping everything within her.

Groaning with pleasure and pain, her own body achieved an awkward orgasm as it milked his cock for every last drop of the sticky sperm, despite the agony pushing out at the base of her spine. Yelling out in frustration, she asked, "What is happening to me? Ow-OUW!" Tears welled in her lycanthropic eyes as her face pushed forward. "My spine! It hurts so bad! Dave, please. Make it stop!"

Leaning on the bed, exhausted yet worried for his girlfriend, he looked beside her, the half-formed tail bound up in the sheets. She was staring at her forming claws with a blank, traumatized gaze when her werewolf boyfriend said, "We need to roll you. Trust me, Nicole. It's your tail."

"Tail?" she cried out, regret streaming down the sides of her muzzle, the growth slowing as the fur crept in. Bracing to aid in his assistance, her hairy arms caught her attention as she wept, pain and misery bursting forth as her ears laid flat with anguish, the new triangles carpeting over with the rest of her body. Dave managed to grab her legs, the shaping starting to change as he helped rotate them down, his gentle pull furthering their arousal despite both being spent.

Nicole was now chest down on the bed, her growing musculature pulling at her body as she looked at her paws with defeated panic. Her feet were flat for only a moment before her heels lifted, her new stance more feral, the balls of her feet sporting callously pads of pinkened grey. Her tail, now finishing with fur, was trying to tuck with humiliation as Dave tried to comfort her, his hands petting at her back, the grey fur already coating the last of her skin. With a sore wince, she pulled at her muzzle, the teeth and tongue changing into something animalistic.

With her changes finished, she hid her eyes under her palms and tried to bury her face into the bedding. Much to her surprise, it hurt. She'd forgotten about her new muzzle, the extra length smashing into the sheets. In her surprise, she produced a pathetic whine as her hands covered the new, moist nose. In a long, drawn out cry of remorse, she wept, "I'm hideous..."

With a soothing calm, he spoke over her shoulders. "Nicki, honey. No. You're beautiful. You're always beautiful, especially to me. I couldn't have asked for anything better. This. This is a dream come true."

"But," she whimpered, "I'm a monster. I... I can't..."

"Honey..." Resting his powerful chest against her back, he swept his arms in to give her a resting hug. "You're not a monster. We'll get through this together. You said it was temporary, right. We'll just check and see how long it'll last. You'll be back to normal in no time."

Wiping her eyes with her wrist fluff, she stammered, "You really think so?"

"I do," he stated with bravado. "And some more good news."

"What's that?" she sniffled as she looked back at him.

With an embarrassed smile, he stated, "I can feel my knot shrinking. You'll be free in a few moments." He was right, his member pulling free with a flow of milky mess following after.

Nicole turned to face him, wincing as she sat on her own tail. Taking him by the back of the neck, she tried to give him a kiss, their teeth clashing. She tried for another, but Dave beat her to it, a quick lick to her nose. "Puppy dog kisses," he advised, her muzzle warming with blush.

"Happy birthday," she whispered as she licked his nose and shuddered. "Ok, that will take a little getting used to." Her ears perked as her face lit up. "Speaking of which! I kept the packets. Let's see what happened."

Sweeping a finger into his collar, she pulled herself up, tail accidently brushing at his crotch. "After you," he stammered with renewed friskiness. Following behind, he was more than happy to watch her muscular hips sway, the sexy tail wagging as she walked, her steps hesitant but still graceful.

Once in the kitchen, Nicole pushed the toaster to the side, picking up the least damaged package. Reading through the back, her ears sagged lower and lower, tail slowly losing its pep. "Oh, this is not good. Not good at all. I did this. I did this to myself. To you. To us!"

"What did you do?" His question was gentle, more to ease her than accuse.

Lowering her muzzle, she spoke with shame. "We'll have to see what happens, but listen to this. 'Do not take more than one pill within twenty four hours. Overdoses significantly increase the risk of side effects. Side effects can include permanency, full case lycanthropy, temporary or permanent contagiousness, transformation sickness, cramps, aggression, and in rare cases random mutations. Practice safe sex with a barrier as contagiousness is unlikely with proper usage, but can occur in rare cases. Do not mix pills with other stimulants. Doing so may increase agitation, especially during transformation.'" Tossing the wrapper to the counter, she gave a defeated huff. "It just goes on with health stuff. I'm so sorry. I might have accidentally made us real werewolves or permanently trapped monsters."

Rubbing her arm fur with both hands, he rested his jaw on her strong shoulder. "The side effects should be rare. We have nothing to worry about."

Burdened with guilt, she pointed to the second package. "I gave you two. I thought it would last the weekend. I'm so sorry."

"No, no. This is perfect," he said with glee. "If I could be a werewolf forever, I'd be in heaven. And to share that with you? I'd have that connection forever. I'd never be able to mope about not deserving you again. After all, you'd me my werewolf girlfriend." Giving a silly lick to her cheek fluff, she seemed a bit displeased.

"And what about me?" Turning, she crossed her arms and threw out a defiant hip. "I don't want to be a werewolf. There'll be fur everywhere. And fleas. Butt sniffing. Come on. What's so good about being a werewolf?"

"I can think of a few things," he mumbled as he took in her lovely frame. For the first time he noticed her extra lumps below the fur. Tiny pairs of teats that made him wonder. "I mean, there's always doggy style."

"You would say that, wouldn't you?" she groaned with growing spirits.

Moving his hands to her hips, he delicately rubbed his thumbs over her new nubs. "Well, you may get lucky. If it is temporary, I'd hate to waste a birthday present." Moving in close, he pushed his muscles against hers, rubbing their cheeks together. Taking a step back, he gave her the puppy dog eyes. "Pwease?"

Breaking into a grin, she pushed his fondling paws down. "You are such a dork." Defeated, she let out a long, drawn out, "Fine. Doggy style in the kitchen." Lowering to her hands and knees, she raised her tail, instinct aiding her posture. Pushing her breasts to the floor, she spoke in a seductively teasing tone. "Take me like a real wolf. And don't hold back. I want to feel like a proper bitch."

Her Big Bad Wolf grasped her ribs as his reddened flesh peeked out of hiding. "Oh yea. Present for me, you naughty little lycanthrope."