Personal Encounter
A man tracks a werewolf back to their cabin in anticipation of their monthly transformation, but what happens when he is caught in the middle of his sneaky antics?
This is a roleplay I did with Tyrik (http://www.furaffinity.net/user/tyrik/) over on FA:
It was nearing the end of the day, the setting sun casting a hue of red across the sky. A gentle breeze blew about the mildly cold air. Meanwhile, the werewolf drove along a gravel road in his car, unaware that he was being followed.
The man at the wheel of a beat up old sedan grumbled as he bounced along. His usually well kept, brown hair was disheveled. Through his sunglasses, he glanced with a frown at the dipping sun whose golden rays flickered through the sparse trees passing by. Despite the chilly temperature lingering just outside the window, he had a nagging urge to roll then down and pop his head outside, gathering up all the pleasantly woody and earthy scents permeating the forest.
He hated that feeling.
After another agitated glance at the setting sun, the man realized that he had been scratching idly at the hairs on the back of his hand, hairs he knew weren't there just yesterday. With a grunt, he snapped his hand back to the worn leather steering wheel, gripping tightly. It would all be over in a day or so, he consoled himself.
Daniel was following the car at a distance, making sure that he had at least one car in front of him. It wouldn't do to spook his quarry. It WAS quite a sunset, that was for sure. He knew what that meant, that and the soon to rise moon. His quarry would transform, shedding his humanity for a lusty beast. This time, he'd be prepared, and he'd brought a camera to record every second of it.
The iPod switched songs, the music funnily enough now the theme to Mission: Impossible. Daniel grinned. This should be an interesting night.
The sulking werewolf continued to stalk the progress of the sun, normally handsome face frozen in a scowl. Abruptly a shiver ran through his spine and one of his hands jumped downward, automatically rubbing at his crotch through his pants. An insatiable thirst began to gnaw at him as his cock grew turgid. With an annoyed grunt that morphed midway into a moan, he attempted to pull his hand away, knowing all too well how it would only get worse. No amount of stimulation was going to get him off until he was completely transformed. For a fleeting moment, he wondered why he resisted it if that was the case, but recovered immediately.
He turned sharply onto a side road that led to his private cabin, focusing heavily on the road ahead and the falling sun to keep his mind off the tantalizing pressure in his pants.
Daniel grinned in triumph as he saw the werewolf's car turn off the road, leading down to the cabin he rented. It would be much harder to follow him now. He pulled off to the side of the road, out of view of the main road as well as the side road. He locked the car after he got out and retrieved his camera, picking his way carefully through the shrubbery and low brush, taking care to not break any branches as he didn't know if the werewolf had heightened senses in human form.
Daniel drew closer and closer, the low growl of the werewolf's car getting louder. Grinning again, he thought of what would happen later in the night.
The lithe but toned man sighed before shutting off the car. He sat for a moment in the dusty parking spot, letting the dwindling sunlight warm his face and proceeded to pull the keys out of the ignition and empty his pockets. Upon pulling out his wallet, he flipped it open, glancing at his license.
"Vincent," he mumbled his own name. "I'll see you soon." With that, he stuffed them into the glove box and reached behind to retrieve a large duffle bag sitting on the back seat, unintentionally rubbing against his thighs. He gasped, but continued to bring the bag forward while his other hand went down to soothe the ache with a squeeze. It was really coming on hard this time around, he thought, before kicking himself for the added pun.
Once out of the car, Vincent slammed the door shut, despite the keys inside. If someone were to steal the car, they'd probably end up finding him anyway. Looking toward the cabin, a cool breeze whisked past his face and he took a deep breath, faint lust addled memories percolating out of their month long dormancy. An increased strain in his pants urged him rapidly onward. The dufflebag, which was usually kept locked deep away, held the key, which Vincent promptly removed to unlock the wooden door. Safely inside, he locked the door back up, groaning as he dropped the dufflebag onto the wooden floor and took in the sight of his monthly prison.
The place wasn't too large and had no utilities, mainly being a roomy rustic cabin with a big wooden table, bench, bed frame, and a stone fireplace in the centre. There was some firewood stacked outside, but this time of year, cold wasn't much of an issue for Vincent, especially considering the extra warmth that he'd be packing on. For now, he drew all the bleached brown curtains closed. However, he unlatched the one window at the back, next to the bed, allowing some of the breeze from earlier to sweep in. Unzipping his bag, Vincent went about preparing for his night, leaving a Coleman lantern on the mantle.
Daniel watched, frowning slightly as he saw the blinds close. 'Damn,' he thought to himself. He'd have to get much closer and potentially risk getting seen. He thought he had almost been noticed the last month. Daniel remembered it well, the mostly shifted wolf on all fours. face locked in a bestial snarl as it started pushing out, eyes already that luminous feral gold.
He adjusted his pants a little at the memory, getting a little hard. He made his way around the sides of the cabin. A grin crossed his face as he saw the open window. Daniel looked around for a perfect place to set up his camera. Finding nothing, he frowned again. He wasn't catching a break tonight, was he? He grumbled silently to himself.
Sheepishly, Vincent doffed the last bit of his clothing, shivering not from the cool air that touched his skin, but the anticipation igniting the bits of canine tinder in his mind. His hard on was free to leak liberally, the scent slowly beginning pervade the room, stirring his desires.
As the sun sank, engulfing the forest in darkness, Vincent began to pant slightly, feeling his thoughts ebb in and out of focus. Already, moonlight glowed at the fringes of the blinds. Vincent scratched at himself, fingers pushing past the lengthening and thickened hairs. The ghostly moonlight drew his laboured gaze like a moth to light. Just the sight of it filled him with a discord of unease and yearning. If he just pushed them open, just the tiniest bit, the silvery light would overtake and free him - no not free, trap? Vincent grabbed at his head which ducked down, thoughts tumbling like rocks down a slope, all to the same inevitable end. His breathing sped and in turn sucked in the growing scent of himself, or rather the beast he was going to be; fur encased with muscles flexing, fanged muzzle huffing with a spittle dripping tongue; a delicious, blazing hot sex prone in the night air, glistening in the pearly moonlight.
Vincent's heart began to hammer as the images gripped ahold of him, but somewhere deep inside, a weak yet persevering force held him back. The illuminated curtains now seemed a thousand miles away, but within a mere moment's touch. Each thrum of his heart made his cock leap and ache more intensely. His nose twitched as its sensitivity started to amplify, eagerly pulling at his burgeoning wolf musk.
A rustle sounded and a gust of air flitted in through the open window. Vincent's head snapped up. Detergent, plastic, metal - human. The feeble fabric fortifying the horny, hairy man flapped open just enough so that he made eye contact with someone outside.
Daniel stared as the man he knew was a werewolf stripped down, clothes landing on the bare wood floor. He could see it relatively clearly, the bare skin, the thickening hair, the man's leaking erection. Turning on the camera, he started to record. Daniel swept the lens slowly along the still human form as the cool air flowed gently over him.
Reaching down, he started to rub his steadily hardening cock, imagining what he was about to witness. He'd only caught the final quarter of the shift, so to see it start... He licked his lips imagining the fur sprouting, the man dropping to all fours, his cock changing color... The wind blew again, a bit stronger, causing him to move slightly, feet disturbing some fallen leaves.
With a gulp, he saw partially open blinds move, as the man inside looked out, right at him.
Vincent froze, heart ramming to a halt. A prickle of cold washed over his burning body. He'd been caught. The blinds twisted in the breeze, obscuring his vision, and for a moment, he hoped it was just his clouded mind. However, he could smell it clearly now, and just make out the shapes from the fragments he glimpsed past the moving fabric.
Abruptly, Vincent gasped as his mind spiraled into the human's scent. Warm flesh, another person. The things he could do. Bodies touching, together. The needs he could satisfy. Blissful touch, another wolf. Every night he was alone, and rightfully as far from other people as possible, but now the idea spread through his mind like a wildfire. There was no need to be alone. Vincent quakes with yearning.
A whimper escaped his lips, but just as suddenly as its onset, Vincent dropped to one knee as the human part of his brain surged against its shackles, spurred by the same smells that threatened to consume it. Of all the things, that couldn't happen. Panting hard, Vincent could feel his tongue drooping with each breath, saliva sliding down and dripping onto the floor, joining the drops of pre that seeped out of his pulsating cock, whose foreskin was pulled tight by the unappeasable pressure. His glistening muscles tensed inadvertently, sweat slowly giving way to the copious amounts of hair sprouting around his body.
It was obvious now, he'd been caught staring. Daniel wiped his suddenly sweating forehead. He waited a moment, listening closely for any sign that the changing man was going to do anything. There wasn't. He took a deep breath and made his way to door. One of the more dubious skills he learned - on a bet - was how to pick a lock. Taking a couple of paperclips and bending them into the right angle and shape, he swiftly unlocked the door and made his way in. He shut the door behind him and followed the low moans to the changing man.
His camera, and his eyes took in the sights of the man. Daniel's cock twitched as he saw the steadily sprouting hair and the man's leaking and hard shaft. Hesitantly, he reached out, brushing the man's skin, feeling the hair grow, the muscles subtly tense and relax. Not for the first time, he wondered what it felt like, having a beast take over his body and mind. He withdrew his hand from the changing werewolf and slowly started rubbing his groin through his pants.
Vincent was locked between his two halves, so much so that the shifting sound, twiddling of the door and the gust of air behind him garnered no response. Only when the comparatively cooler hand pressed up against his own hot, faux-fur encased bicep did he snap to awareness, fractured mind focused on it as it trailed across, much like one would pet a dog. He flinched, firm muscles clenching, but then the tension flowed away under the touch. It was so nice, Vincent thought.
The room was getting warm and humid, Vincent's smell clinging around himself like a cloud, with the open window doing little to circulate in the colder, boreal air. Vincent's panting grew heavier, lengthened tongue bobbing with each breath.
Once the other person's hand left him, Vincent stumbled drunkenly to his feet, facing the arrival. No longer crouched on the floor, he could now assess the other person, who had a camera aimed right at him. Vincent could smell him now too, the sweaty anxiety swirling around the sexual excitement. This person wanted him. Vincent's eyes flicked down to the man's hand, and he whimpered, imagining that hand on his own aching crotch. Yet he couldn't allow that to happen, he had to resist.
It was getting so hot. The plumes of hair on Vincent's chest had expanded to the breadth of his shoulders, covering his entire chest. A line of it ran into the bush of tangled hairs wrapping around his cock and down to his hairy sack. His elven ears were beginning to perk at the top of his head as his nose took on a darkened hue. His fists were clenched, barely kept away from snatching onto his throbbing pleasure organ.
Daniel heard the soft whimper and a shy grin crossed his face. "You liked that?" he moved his hand back to the man's hair covered chest, rubbing it gently, feeling the coarse hair start to thicken a little, getting a bit softer as well. His cock twitched in his pants, fully hard now, a bead of liquid leaking out from his tip.
Daniel's eyes trailed over the man's form, licking and biting at his lips resisting the urge to moan. They lingered on the man's bush and shaft, even as his hand carded through the increasingly softer hair on the man's chest. He started to withdraw his hand, wanting to bring it to his own groin.
Vincent let out a startled whine as the man stroked his chest, lost in the sensation of fingers running through each hair as it thickened and grew into a coat of fur. It felt so wondrously satisfying.
When the hands pulled back, Vincent leaned forward, craving more touch. As long as he didn't enter the moonlight, he would be fine. He could just stay here, letting this stranger pet him all over. Another drop of pre rolled down his straining cock, whose base had begun to fluff up from the fur that now covered his entire front. Yes, all over, Vincent thought weakly. His tight fists began to hurt as his nails clumped into dark claws.
Daniel's hand stopped inches from his clothes covered groin as the man leaned forward. A thought crossed his mind, eyes wandering and searching... AH! He stepped away, placing the camera down on a stable surface, pointed towards the furry man. Walking back over, he started rubbing the man's fur again, his other hand sliding down into his pants. He was still hesitant to touch the werewolf's hard cock, for the moment at least.
As he continued to pet the thickening fur, he murmured "You don't need to hold back. I've seen the last part of your change, that feral wolf body with a human face locked in an expression of lust and joy..." Daniel started rubbing his cock more, the potent scent of the changing man beginning to loosen his inhibitions.
Vincent wanted to back away, to distance himself, but before he knew it, the hands were back on him, digging through his fur, pressing through to his broad chest. The whispers seemed so far away, muffled under a blanket of lust, but the meaning still managed to resolve in his mind. Images egged on by the man's words flooded his mind, only enhanced by the stroking of his fur coat.
As the other man began to fondle himself, Vincent picked up on their horny scent, driving his mind wild. His engorged penis let out a spurt, hitting the man's shirt. With each subsequent pulse, it grew larger and took on a more crimson colour.
Daniel blinked, feeling a sudden heat on his chest, Looking down, he could see the werewolf's preseed soaking it. Pulling his hands away from his cock and the man's furry chest, he slipped his shirt off. Given what was happening to the man as he changed, that wouldn't be the last time his fluids got on him.
He decided to throw caution to the wind and leaned in. His hand returned to the man's chest, starting to trail downward to his relatively hairless stomach. Daniel's fingers brushed over his thick treasure trail before reaching his tangled bush. He took a deep breath, looking the changing werewolf right in the eyes as he gently wrapped his hand around the man's cock and started to slowly stroke.
Every thought in Vincent's altering mind seemed to dance away from focus as the man brought his hands trailing down the coarser hairs on his stomach. Like a tightening cocoon, all of his nerves began to tingle on hyperdrive, zoning in as the hand approached his pulsating groin.
A high pitched moan escaped his lips as contact was made with his throbbing dick. Vincent could just make out the eyes staring at his own, sealing itself in his thoughts. It was infinitely more sensual with another person's touch, slowly tugging at the loose skin, pulling it back and forth with languid ease. Pre began to fountain out, coating the deft fingers as they slicked across his blazing shaft.
Daniel continued to slow stroke the werewolf's uncut shaft, slyly grinning at the sounds the other male was making. He didn't care that his fingers were getting sticky, it just seemed to add to the fun. More moans left the werewolf's mouth, Daniel's other hand starting to unzip his pants, kicking off his shoes and socks. He only did this for easier access to his aching cock.
The smell of the lupine musk started to cloud Daniel's head more and more with each second he was there. He stepped as close as he could, groaning as he felt the other man's shaft against his. Biting his lip as a low whimper left his mouth, he gently wrapped his hands around their shafts and began stroking. His hands could barely fit around both, due to the changing man's increased length and width. Daniel grinned, seeing the red color rising in the werewolf's cock.
The squelching and grinding of the two cocks forced a whine from every one of Vincent's breaths. He felt himself slipping but patched it up with excuses: he wasn't doing anything, someone else was. What was wrong with that? Especially since it felt so good, and so right? Soon, Vincent was bucking his hips in time with strokes, reveling in the heat from the other cock's flesh squeezed against his, from the lusty smell that flitted around him. He was powerless to stop the tide of beastial thoughts piercing through his mind.
More fur started its expansion down his thighs which filled out with even more muscle, appropriate for that of a quadruped. The base of his spine broke free into a nub as vertebrae upon vertebrae expanded out.
Outside, the moon had ascended the tree line, its snowy beams barely barred by the curtains, instead diffused and strewn about. The interior of the cabin glowed faintly with the pale light. Between the man's ministrations and the softly suffered moonlight, Vincent's fortitude began to crack, sparks of humanity extinguishing against the torrential downpour. It was as though a warm blanket was muffling his annoying rebellious thoughts, preventing it from inhibiting the powerful, hungry instinct that let the transforming man get what he needed.
Like an extra layer of awareness, he could feel each nerve as the next pump rolled down his loose foreskin more and more over his bright pink glans, utterly coated with pre which seemed to leak out endlessly, pooling all over the men's cocks.
Daniel groaned softly at the friction between the two of their cocks sent pleasure through him. His own shaft was leaking steadily now, and his free hand moved to rest on the werewolf's shoulder, feeling the muscles and the fur. His head tilted back as a loud moan left his lips.
Unknown to him, the musk of the wolf was starting to affect him. Daniel panted, wishing the man was on top of him. He blinked. 'Wait, aren't I usually on top?' He shook his head. No, it seemed more right to have this man, this bestial creature on top. Thoughts and images raced through his mind: the growling creature rutting him like an animal, feeling the fur rub against his flesh, the human side dormant yet still somewhat aware, that massive cock spreading him wide... It didn't seem possible, but his shaft seemed to get even harder and more pre leaked from his tip.
He huffed softly. He needed more. Daniel wasn't sure WHAT more meant, but he needed it.
Vincent's body was burning. The rising flood of pressure behind his groin warding out any other thought in his head. His huffing breaths began to morph into agitated snarls, sharpening teeth gnashing together. Nearly every inch of his body was now encased in fur, save for the knees down and his head. he wanted to get rid of the pressure, and he needed to do it now. His presently fully lupine ears flicked in irritation as his large, clawed hands grappled the man in front of him, slamming him to the ground before he had a chance to react.
His prior halfhearted thrusts gained a feverous life as he forcefully ground his cherry cock against that of the man below him, each repetition tapering the end of the previously rounded head. The foreskin slid free as it became supple and furry, gliding along the lubricated length.
Daniel groaned, the urges to do more rising. Leaning in and breathing deep, his eyes rolled back in his head, spurts flew from his cock, not truly cumming yet, but the pleasure was enough to send a loud groan through him. He yelped as he was pushed to the ground.
The changing werewolf on top ground more intensely at his cock, the heady musk sending Daniel's desires into over drive. The fur rubbed against his skin as he ground back. It... It wasn't enough. Biting his lip, he reached out, grasping the increasingly lupine shaft and slid down. The slowly tapering tip was in front of his eyes now. He leaned forward, but pulled back. 'Wait... What am I doing?' Another deep breath, another shudder and that thought left his mind as his lips wrapped around the tip, hands rubbing at the furry sheath.
A sharp growl rumbled past Vincent's lips as his cock slipped into the warm mouth. Without hesitation, he pounded forward, blasting out his remaining human seed into the appropriately human's mouth. It wasn't a particularly large load, but it seemed to pull with it the last vestiges of his human mind.
The werewolf huffed, hands still gripping the man, even as the fingers calloused over into pads. He drew back, pulling his canine phallus out of the man's mouth and letting him go. Vincent's golden eyes remained locked on the human in a steely gaze as he brought his paw-hand down, pressing the pad into the depression at the end of the tapered tip and swiping up a remaining strand of cum to lap off his finger.
Daniel let out a low groan, mouth full of salty seed. The taste was a bit different, more wild, more MALE. He swallowed it all, feeling the sticky liquid slide down his throat. Reaching down, he slowly rubbed his cock, not trying to cum, but to just increase the rush of pleasure that was filling him. Of course, staying hard was also a benefit.
His other hand reached up, rubbing the werewolf's furry groin and sheath, trailing up through his stomach, curling around the hairs. The smell was intoxicating, the feel of the fur... He groaned. Staring at the werewolf's slick shaft, he licked his lips again, his levels of arousal increasing more and more. Sucking him didn't seem to be enough. He needed more. Daniel's cock twitched, seeing those feral golden eyes bore into him as he lapped a clawed finger clean.
The werewolf winced as his legs made a loud crack, and he dropped down to a knee again. This time, the heel lengthened, pushing him into the position a dog would take while sitting, all the while having his red rocket jutting toward the human like a flag pole. The nails on his toes quickly collapsed into hard claws which clacked ever so slightly against the wooden floor as the toes contorted into large paws.
All that remained of Vincent was his vaguely human visage.
The beast needed more than the measly stimulation he had been proffered. But he knew just how to get it. There was a scent wafting off the human in front of him that he knew well. For now it was mild and dormant, too weak for what he wanted.
Following his nose to the most concentrated point of the scent he found himself honing in on the human's own aching manhood. He let his tongue drop out of his mouth, buried instincts guiding him to exactly what he wanted. With one paw firmly pushing the man back, Vincent brought his mouth onto the man's quivering cock, letting his rough and lengthy tongue encircle and lick up all the pre.
As he bobbed along it, his face seemed to linger, gradually lengthening. His own cock spurt some pre in anticipation as his nose moistened, properly forming into that of a wolf's. A cascade of sensory info assaulted him, the sweaty skin, the salty seed, the canine musk. The werewolf pressed his nose all the way into the man's bush as fur flooded across his neck and onto his face, expanding and thickening. His dexterous tongue reeled back before digging into the tip, spreading back the foreskin, which had begun to grow larger and looser.
The almost completely transformed werewolf was on all fours now, his face locked in a bestial expression, staring right at Daniel. The human had gone, only the wolf remained. He gulped, partially worried, but Daniel let out a gasp as he felt the dexterous tongue surround his aching dick.His hands languidly reached up, running through the fur on the wolf's side as he was sucked.
He could feel the moist and hot breath from the wolf's dark nose against his bush, eyes lidding from the pleasure. As the wolf sucked him off, Daniel didn't even notice that his foreskin had started to grow looser, or that he was starting to pick up on some of the unconscious cues from the wolf: the movements of his tail, the position of the ears, and increasingly, the scent. There were layers there now that he hadn't noticed. Daniel didn't know what they were, but somehow he knew they were related to arousal and what the wolf wanted.
The werewolf yanked back, giving one last wet slurp along the man's length as his fully formed muzzle broke free from the reddening cock.
At last, the fully formed lupine knocked back his head and let out a haunting howl. His cock bounced eagerly, the crimson knot already glistening in preparation. Besides the smell of sex, there was something else that bore down on his mind. Stalking over to the draped windows, the wolf flaunted the puckered black sphincter under his fluffy tail. With a yank, ghostly moonlight spread throughout the cabin. He bathed in the silver light, feeling his muscles surge, phallus swell and balls churn. Once again the pink tongue rolled out in a lusty pant as Vincent came padding back to the prone man. His cock was begging for contact and he was going to get it.
With a jump, Vincent head butted the man into the ground, positioning his dripping cock right over the man's head. Giving his hips a gentle sway, the appendage flopped gently about, strings of pre slipping down and splattering onto the human's face.
Daniel watched as the last vestiges of the human vanished, the face pushing out into the muzzle of the wolf around his cock. As the wolf pulled off to howl, he reached down to stroke at it, but it was feeling different. He looked down to see the color darkening from a fleshy pink to a red. He blinked, unable to fully process what he was seeing. A low whine came from him, his recognition of the scents increasing. The wolf was still horny. Daniel gulped, seeing that red shaft dangle over his head. His nostrils flared, nose darkening slightly as pre hit it. He leaned up, lapping at the tip. One hand fondled the wolf's pendulous balls, the other continued rubbing his increasingly inhuman cock.
Under the hand at his groin, he could feel his foreskin loosen more and more, hairs sprouting on it, coarse and thick. As best as he could, Daniel looked down his body to watch his cock continue to change. He groaned around the wolf's shaft, seeing his own look more like the one in his mouth, the tip tapering as pre started leaking more and more.
Like the wolf, Daniel wanted more stimulation than what he'd had up to that point. Thoughts came to him again, feeling the wolf on top of him, that furry chest pressing against his back, their paws next to the others on the hardwood floor. Wait... Paws? He shook his head slightly, but it seemed more right with each second, with each lap at the wolf's shaft.
The werewolf squirmed, the vibrating moans rumbling over his cock as it was polished clean was good but not enough. His hips began to buck, driving his wolfhood farther back into the suckling human's throat.
Giving a sniff, he scented out that raw, powerful beast blooming from within his cock sucker below. With a sneer, he planted his furry arse right onto the man's chest, fuzzy sack splaying out hotly under the man's chin as preseed mixed saliva dribbled down, pooling on the soft scrotum.
With slow sweeping wags, the wolf teased the tip of the man's cock, now more doglike than human, letting the hairs tickle like many phantom fingers.
Daniel's eyes started rolling back in his head from the combination of the wolf's tail teasing his shaft and the heady scent and taste of the wolf's cock. A low grunt left his mouth as the wolf sat down on his chest, the weight somewhat forcing the oxygen from his lungs. Taking a deep breath, he felt his chest and stomach tense and relax over and over, his abs becoming more defined, chest bulking up.
Pre was leaking out of Daniel's increasingly inhuman cock, brushing the fur on the wolf's tail. The hand he had wrapped around his shaft slipped off and went between his legs. With a pleasured gasp, a finger brushed his entrance, the sound sending vibrations up the wolf's dick. Daniel shuddered, he was starting to realize what he truly needed and wanted. He NEEDED the Alpha in him. His hazel eyes started to gain gold flecks in them at that thought.
The wolf pivoted back, gliding along the man's chest until the rigid phallus bumped into the base of his tail. Bending down, he licked at his pool of pre, letting the sticky fluid cling to his dexterous appendage. Moving even farther down, he depressed his tongue onto the human's sturdy and progressively hairy chest, leaving a glistening trail as he licked between the pectorals, around each nipple and up to the face.
A low burble of laughter left Daniel's lips as the wolf licked his chest and face. Another part of him, one that was becoming stronger, recognized that the wolf was tasting the scent of what he was becoming.
The fur around the base of the wolf's tail was soft, and emanated a low heat that sent more pre trailing down his cock. The steadily growing part of his mind was curious, wasn't Alpha a top? Daniel wondered that too.
The wolf reeled back, pleased with the taste. Rising up and off, he spun around so that he was facing toward the man's now hairy legs, while his own hot rod dangled above the human's head once more. With a wiggle of the his hips and a swish of his tail, the werewolf invited the eager smelling, soon to be wolf, to continue with the job. Meanwhile, he brought his own head low, using his nose to prod at the throbbing canine cock attached to the human body.
He sniffed, inhaling the wolf mingled scent, still harbouring a slightly human note. Opening his large maw, he engulfed the shaft, letting the dripping, tapered tip run along the ridges at the roof of his mouth while his tongue wrapped over and pulled from the base of the note up the underside toward the tip.
As Daniel was once again sucked off by the wolf, he felt his balls start to churn. He groaned softly. It felt too soon, and as he leaned forward to wrap his darkening lips around the wolf's shaft again, he growled softly. He wanted to hold back until Alpha knotted him. His eyes gained more gold flecks at that thought. Unknown to his human mind, the wolf part wanted him to cum as he'd take over then. Daniel found himself thrusting slowly into the wolf's muzzle, feeling the ridges at the top, more pre leaking onto the wolf's tongue.
As he got steadily closer, he started drifting away, things other than pleasure seeming to come from a long distance. Staring down his increasingly hairy body, he could see the hair around his groin start to turn lighter, more gray now than black. In fact, most of the hair that had been on his body before he started turning began to lighten as well, some remaining black. He growled softly around the wolf's cock as it slipped fully into his mouth. His almost completely golden eyes fluttered closed, smelling the musk of the wolf, his now dark nose nestled underneath the wolf's black sphincter. It wouldn't be long now, Daniel knew. He felt himself slipping further away and started to welcome it as feral instincts began to wash his mind clean of the human. He WANTED this.
The reverberations around his turgid cock served to encourage the wolf's own fellatio. He nibbled lightly at the bundled sheath, slurped at the quivering balls, and ran the pre slicked phallus run all over his muzzle, infusing the lusty musk all over his furry face.
It wasn't long before could once again feel pressure budding in his groin, inflating his knot and quickening his thrusts into the mouth that seemed to envelop more and more of his length. He noted this with pleasure, knowing that his soon to be Beta couldn't help but satisfy his whims as the old human gave way to the beast of his making. Vincent drooled at the thought of plowing into that puckered hole, taking utter control. His already pent up anticipation ascended to a crescendo.
There would soon be no humanity left. He blasted his second load into the eager snout below, basking in the shuddering waves of tension and release rolling down his hot, fluffy body, knowing that he would be joined shortly.
Daniel's fragile hold on his mind was slipping further and further. He didn't care. He could see his face beginning to push out a little, muzzle starting to form. His almost completely golden eyes fluttered, thoughts racing through his increasingly feral mind.
He noticed the wolf's cock starting to twitch, the knot swelling. His own was doing the same inside the wolf's muzzle. The human groaned, more slipping away from him, name included. He was on his last legs, and as he suckled more on the shaft in his short muzzle, he couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have that spread him open, to have Alpha mount Beta.
As the wolf came and the semen flooded his mouth, his control almost snapped. The human blinked, thrusting slowly into the wolf's muzzle. No, Alpha's muzzle. The Beta growled, and blinked. In the short time the human knew he had left, he ran a hand across his furry chest and stomach, having felt the wolf take control for just a second. He wanted one last moment to feel his body before his mind fully vanished, and with that thought, he came. "Oh godrrrrrrrrrrrrrr..." As the last words he would speak for the night left his lips, the wolf took over. The Beta growled softly; he was free!
Once the wolfish orgasm had subsided, Vincent spent no time freeing his Beta's still leaking cock from his mouth. All that remained of the two former humans was a rapidly fading, vague smell, like a forgotten dream. And just like a faded memory, it was soon overwhelmed by the present, the musk of the rutting wolves and the forest winds.
Yanking his still hard canine dick from its warm enclosure, the Alpha stepped away from his supine inferior, returning the golden gaze with his own, domineering one. Every inch of that silver body, hairs glowing in moonlight, was his to control. He approached the head and gave a stray strand of his seed a lick off his Beta's nose. Then, he pressed his own nose deep into the fur, taking in the scent of another wolf, a luxury he vaguely recognized he had never had before. He worked down, sticking his muzzle right to the undercoat, feeling and taking in the moment, running over the softer belly fur, the slightly hidden nipples, until he bumped into his Beta's moist erection
The Alpha could smell his neediness, and it pleased him knowing that only he could satisfy it.
Flattening his tongue over the burning cock flesh, he dragged out as slowly, down the veiny underside, around the bulging knot, through the compressed sheath and over the fuzzy ball sack, tasting the salty pre. Farther down he went, repositioning himself, until the tip of his muzzle pushed against the dark, puckered hole. He drove his tongue inside, inhaling the pheromone laden area, nose nestled underneath his Beta's scrotum. Already, his own penis had begun to drip pre, as saliva drooled down his black lips; the main course was finally in sight.
The Beta's tail wagged, seeing his Alpha for the first time. He knew that the human who he'd replaced had seen him, but it was always different. He reveled in the scents filling his nose through his still slowly expanding muzzle and as the Alpha pressed close against him to sniff his fur, his tail wagged even more. He pressed his own nose against the fur on his Alpha's neck, drinking deep of the scent.
The Beta whined softly, feeling the tongue lap over his cockflesh. Pre flowed more from the tapered tip, covering both the tongue and the dark nose. His eyes fluttered closed, feeling the wolf's nose against his dark hole and a needy whine left him as soon as the tongue pushed into him. His tail thumped gently onto the floor. He was just as needy as his Alpha, but of course, he wanted his Alpha inside him, wanting the knot inside him, locking the two of them together. He looked down his body, taking in the sight of his fur, noting an interesting dark and thin line leading up from his groin. If the human had still been there, he would have thought that it was similar to his treasure trail. The wolf, however, didn't care or didn't really know. All that mattered was the musk and the fact that he would soon get his wish.
With a content exhale, the Alpha backed up, gaping mouth letting his spittle dripping tongue hang out the side. His Beta's flopping tail signaled to him that he was ready.
The Beta was definite ready, rolling onto his back as the Alpha backed up. He stood on his four legs, tail curving to the side, exposing his hole. Letting out a needy whine, he looked over his shoulder at his Alpha, gold eyes staring at the leader of the small pack. His cock dripped onto the floor, the liquid now an off yellow.
The wolf spent no time in springing forward, front paws clasping onto his Beta's shoulders while he bit down onto the fluffy scruff on the neck. With fraying restrain, he aimed his leaking rocket, inching closer until the tip pressed up against the twitching ring of muscle.
As meticulously as possible, the Alpha pushed his hips forward, letting his raging cock compress against the dark entrance, pre mingling with the impromptu saliva lube. Finally his Beta's entrance parted, letting his cock slide past the tight anus, tensing around each centimeter as it entered into the soft inner walls.
Panting with euphoria, the Alpha continued to push in, marveling at the shifting squeezes until his thick knot bumped into the stretched tail hole. As slowly as he entered, he pulled back, letting the anal ring cling in resistance to his movements. Again and again he repeated the motion, knowing exactly how needy and desperate his Beta was getting with each movement.
As his Alpha clambered on top of him, the Beta knew what was about to happen. As he felt the pointed tip probing and finally slip in, his body seemed to both tense and relax at the same time.
A low needy whine left his lips as he felt the Alpha fully inside him, planting his paws as best as he could on the wooden floor. The feeling of that hot and thick wolf cock in him... pre leaked steadily onto the floor. The Alpha started pulling out, another needy whine leaving the Beta's lips. He knew what was coming. He hoped he was ready.
Control crumbling, the horny wolf dropped the foreplay, thrusts gaining speed as he began to hammer into his Beta. With every squelch that preceded his bloated knot's collision with the back door that seemed to massage his pulsating length, the Alpha's sack jostled about churning with anticipation,
It wasn't long before the piston of a wolf had gotten so frantic that his grip on his Beta's scruff tightened, as his whole body pressed up against the one below him to gain a better hold. Every slam forward, he could feel the ring give even more, knot slipping forward, fighting its way into the warm, tight passage.
The Beta's jaw hung open, tongue lolling out with each thrust into him. Everything seemed to fade away, just the pleasure his Alpha was giving him mattered. He could feel the teeth at his scruff tighten as they gripped. Pleasured whines and low howls left his open muzzle as he rocked back again and again against his Alpha. He could feel the bulbous knot stretching him more and more, not quite ready to slip in. His pointed cock let out a spurt of seed onto the wooden floor as that thought crossed his mind.
So close.
The Alpha drove himself as deep as he could go, forcing the rolling ring of muscle to swallow his girth, still blazing with with arousal. Meanwhile, his tapered tip was gushing pre as if the Beta's insides were milking it; every withdrawing stroke leaked more musky fluid, moistening his now glistening knot.
Harder, he thought. At this point, his whole body was like an engine on hyperdrive, flying in and out of the passage with heavy thrusts. His Beta's anus quivered with pleasure, loosening and tightening around his shaft erratically. He could feel it just then, yanking on his flesh as he exited and with a mighty grunt, the Alpha forced his knot past, pushing the relaxed sphincter to its limits as he came back. A growl of satisfaction rumbled onto his Beta as the Alpha finally knotted him.
A low howl of pleasure left the Beta's muzzle as he felt his Alpha's knot push into him. He could practically feel his inner walls quivering around the clock that was stretching him wide. He lowered his front as best as he could, instincts driving him.
He could feel his balls churning gently. It wouldn't be long now. He panted, cock leaking copiously onto the floor. Something told the Beta that the human he had been born from would remember and feel the moment the wolf finally came.
The movements rapidly became shorter and sharper. Now that they were knotted, the Alpha could only jerk around, anal ring hugging his knot tightly inside, filling his Beta's tail hole.
Every tug sent his ballsack flopping, ready to burst. His whole length from the base of the swollen knot to the pre spilling tip was encased in hot bliss, as even the slightest flex or shift of his Beta sent ripples of pleasurable squeezing all over his dick.
Faster and faster he tried but he couldn't rub that slick passage any quicker. A tell tale tension budding in his groin alerted the humping wolf to the inevitable climax. It seemed to slither its way down, branching out into an all encompassing anticipation. When at last, the sensation compressed into the base of his canine cock and exploded outward in a deluge of euphoria. Like a machine gun, shot after blissful shot of the musky wolf seed fired deep into his Beta. His whole body tensed, paralyzed by the crashing waves of pleasure.
The Beta didn't move, he just braced himself against his Alpha. He could feel the knot start to pulsate as he approached his climax. The Beta just waited, it seemed right to have his Alpha cum first. He could feel his Alpha tense up, cock throbbing inside him as he fired ropes into his body. The Beta's muzzle dropped open and he made a split second decision.
Daniel groaned, and blinked as he came back in control. He was on all fours, body completely canine. His hazel eyes looked around as he took in the sensations and smells filling him and the room. A sudden warmth filled him and he realized that the wolf that had been turning him had came inside him. His knot quivered and cock pulsed. Ropes of seed flew from his lupine cock as his knot inflated. Daniel let out a howl of bliss, but with each pulse, he felt the wolf taking control again. The Beta took over again, rocking back against his Alpha's body as he came.
Still locked together, literally and mentally, the two eventually collapsed when the Alpha's dopamine laden mind forgot how to hold its own weight. With a thump, the two sprawled onto the ground. Though the haze of ecstasy had begun to lift, the Alpha couldn't move, lethargic to the instincts that told him to swivel over butt-to-pre-soaked-butt. No, he felt fine just the way he was. Just him snuggled above his Beta, whose cum hose he could still smell going off underneath them, as was his own, now encased with the amount of seed he had plugged inside of his Beta.
A light breeze swayed the flimsy curtains, casting a brilliant, platinum light around them.
The Beta was also fairly content to just snuggle up to his Alpha as he lay sprawled out on the wooden floor. He wasn't sure if that was due to the fact that he had a human in control while in the midst of his orgasm or that when he reverted back he'd be under the human's instincts again. As the breeze wafted through the room, the Beta panted contentedly, not caring about the cum matting the fur on his stomach and back legs. A yawn left his muzzle.
Somewhat brisk air flitted through the open window as glaring sunlight finally roused Vincent awake.
Disoriented and sluggish from a hangover of sorts, he winced slightly as he opened his eyes to the jarring light. The sounds of woodland songbirds rung out on repeat like an alarm clock, and the emerald tinged shadows of swaying leaves slid along the wooden floor; a floor covered in...
Vincent jolted as an arousingly lurid cacophony of recollection and sensation filtered back into his consciousness. The smell, even without his canine olfactory superiority, continued to pervade the area and himself. He almost had to hold his breath to prevent the wolf that stirred within him from fully awakening. That did little good too, as he could taste it as well. Vaguely of blood but so much salty cum, drool and sweat - did wolves even sweat?
Unease twisted itself into a stone in his chest as memories of the prior night assailed him while simultaneously stirring his loins. Just then, he felt rather than noticed where he was. Lifting himself up, he untangled himself from the sticky body of another. Of course. It wasn't like he just imagined another wolf.
Vincent had no clue what to do, dumbfounded and slightly turned on and hating himself all at once.
Daniel groaned, muscles stiff as he started waking up. He bit his lip, wincing as his lower back protested massively. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but his ex had similar pains the morning after until he stepped into a bath. He shook off the sleep that still tried to cloud his mind and almost was hard again as memories from the previous night came back, at least as much as his human side could remember.
He rubbed down his chest and stomach, sticky with his seed. There were more hairs than he remembered, soft and similar to fur. He cocked an eyebrow at that. He stood slowly, an all encompassing need for caffeine filling him. Daniel stopped, seeing the other man.
Vincent glanced back at the sound of the waking man and immediately spun his head back upon eye contact. He had hoped they wouldn't awaken. Beelining for his bag, he made every effort not to speak to or even think about the other person. Doing so would only provoke the turmoil of raw emotion tingling down his spine.
He just had to get his clothes on, then he'd feel a modicum more normal.
Daniel just blinked as the other man didn't even acknowledge him. As some memories of the previous night came to him, a low satisfied growl left his lips. It was a far cry from what he'd heard, but it was bestial enough. He felt his cock twitch, faint hints of red starting to spread. He looked down, grinning. 'I wonder if I'll have a knot.' At that thought, the base of his shaft started to inflate, gray fur taking over the hair around his groin. A lupine scent started wafting through the room again.
Daniel stretched, wondering if his shaft would go complete wolf. A low moan of pleasure left him as the tip of his dick started to deform, pushing out into a point as he grew longer and just a bit thicker. He looked up, seeing the startled expression of the man who'd turned him. "So NOW you pay attention to me."
Vincent clutched anxiously at the clothes he was in the middle of withdrawing when a certain scent seemed to grip and forcefully turn his head around.
He didn't want to admit it was his own choice. He didn't want to acknowledge what he was seeing. He didn't want to believe the feelings stirring within him.
It was impossible. Only during the full moon.
The sight of the growing canine penis and the rapidly intensifying smell drew forth his chained, feral instincts, and Vincent could feel a shiver in his groin and a twitch in his nose. Without the full moon however, his weakening fortitude managed to hold off the lusty assault.
Even as the changing man spoke, Vincent could do nothing but stare with a mixture of uncertainty, apprehension and hunger at their canine package.
Daniel cocked an eyebrow, seeing the other man stare at him. "Yeah, definitely have your attention now..." He walked closer, eyes boring into the others. Within arms reach now, he lifted the other's head up from his now fully canine groin. "Something you like?"
He grinned wolfishly, stepping closer and almost touching him with his chest. "Go on, try it. I dare you."
Frozen, Vincent didn't move, staring helplessly at the other man. He couldn't possibly do it. How could he even consider it? Without the full moon, there should be no reason for him to feel this way and yet, he felt himself leaning forward, his mind merely a spectator.
Daniel grinned again as he watched the other man just stare at his canine groin. Licking his lips, he reached out, forcing the other man to his knees. "That seems about right, doesn't it?" From what little he remembered about the previous night, the other man/werewolf was much more dominant and forceful. Now... This seemed more appropriate to him. A bead of pre trailed down Daniel's canine shaft, falling to the wooden floor.
Vincent almost whimpered, nose drawing in the scent uncontrollably. There was just no explanation in his mind why he wanted to do what he was about to do. Down on his knees, he could no longer deny how exposed and prone he was and how odd it felt in general. He couldn't figure out why the man's words caused his groin to strain eagerly. And yet, it conflicted with the flashbacks to the previous night, why was everything backwards? And worst of all, why did he like it?
"Good boy... You want this, don't you?" Daniel grinned as he rubbing his leaking canine shaft. A debate was raging in his mind, both seemed absolutely perfect to him. A soft growl left his lips, decision made as he reached out with his free hand and stepped closer at the same time. His hand gently pushed the other man's head towards his shaft, leaking tip brushing the human's lips.
Vincent nodded numbly as canine instincts melded with his apprehension. He was a good boy, so he should do what was asked of him. As soon as the heavenly scent made contact, he opened wide, tongue drooping out, already somewhat lengthened. Unable to resist, he ran it across the tip, letting the surface collect the pre that had coated its warm flesh, lapping hungrily. Why was did he struggle so much when it tasted so good, when it felt so right?
"That's it..." Daniel groaned as he felt the other man lap at his shaft. "Such a good boy." His eyes fluttered closed, hand running through the man's hair. His hips started thrusting gently, more urges and desires filling him as the tongue lapped over his tip.
A light dusting of fur began to emerge from the man whose inhibitions had already drifted away. His nose took on a darker hue, already twitching spastically to pull in the smells and enhance the wondrous, salty taste that sparked all over his tongue as it swept over the canine length. Automatically, his hands lifted up, groping and rubbing the fuzzy ballsack below. As the hand took control of his head and the cock meat began to travel deeper into his maw, Vincent shuddered blissfully, falling into the motion. This was nice.
Daniel saw the growth of fur on the other man, growling as he felt the warmth of the others mouth on more and more of his cock. He started thrusting his hips gently, head falling back with a groan. "Mmmm... Fuck!" He bit his lip as the tongue and mouth went to work. This felt amazing, but... something ELSE was needed...
With a strengthening sense of smell, Vincent could tell he wasn't pleasing enough. With a whine he looked up, glassy eyes trying to figure out what was wrong. As sensation tingled up his spine, he realized what more he could do. Flicking his newly grown tail off the ground, he spun around, licking at his nose to refresh the smell of dick and bent down, tail swaying enticingly. Vincent arched his neck to the left and up curiously, wondering if this is what was wanted.
Not that he could tell, but he looked a bit silly with his proportions still humanoid, crouched down with his butt upraised.
Daniel growled softly, seeing the other man get on all fours, raising his tail. He crawled over on all fours as well, sniffing deeply at the other. He moved forward, the hair in his chest lightening from black to a mix of silver, gray and black with the texture of fur. He leaned in, tongue hanging out and started lapping at the others hole. Daniel pulled back, grinning as he mounted the other, running his lupine cock against the skin on the man who turned him. He groaned, finding what he was looking for and pushed against the other male's hole, slipping in. Oddly, as he fully slipped in, part of the haze of lust vanished, letting him truly enjoy what he was doing, maybe even... He groaned, his hips popping and warming up as they altered, pushing him into a quadrupedal posture.
Vincent yipped as the cold nose bumped into his rear and whined needily when the tongue dragged across the puckered hole. His tail was flailing eagerly, aching for the the impending penetration as the tip bumped randomly against his butt, digging pre into the slowly growing depths of fur.
When at last his passage way parted to the girth of the mounting wolf, Vincent let out a prolonged whine, tongue flopping out in a heavy pant. He bat his front paw hands, now covered in fur and tipped with claws, back and forth, whole body wriggling with pleasure. It was buried satisfyingly deep within him, causing his now red cock to strain with lust. He loved being mounted, more than anything. He loved giving into the strong, powerful thrusts.
Daniel groaned from the sensations of the man around his lupine shaft. It felt different and yet... His eyes rolled up in his head as he pulled back, and pushed forward gently. He reached down under the other, gently grasping the man's leaking shaft, stroking it in time to his thrusts. He leaned fully against the changing man, nipping at his neck and shoulder. "Oh god... is this how you felt last night..." He grinned, interspersing the slow and gentle thrusts with strong and powerful ones.
The words were lost to him at first and only after a period of gestation - interrupted by the overwhelming intimacy of his partner - did Vincent glean some meaning. Last night, he was on top. The wolf in his mind snarled. He was Alpha. He should go on top. However, as the hand glided along his dripping shaft, Vincent's own closeted submissiveness welled back up, overtaking the angry canine and sending it whimpering away with pleasure. It wasn't long before the hand stroking him was wet with pre, as the recipient fell into the rhythm, rocking in time with the sensual thrusting.
Daniel rocked into the man below him, starting to speed up his thrusting as a light dusting of fur sprouted between his pecs. He could feel his hand becoming slick and wet with pre as he continued to rub and stroke in time to his thrusts. A low growl left his lips and he nipped once again at the man's shoulder and neck, a little harder this time.
It was too much; being pounded from behind as the stronger male bit down on him, fuzzy bodies colliding in time with each other. Vincent gasped, leaning back into the speeding pushes, forcing the girth deep within him, unable to take much more.
Daniel growled, feeling the man beneath him rock back against him. His knot began to swell, rubbing at the man's entrance with each thrust. He could feel the other's shaft leaking heavily, the knot inflated to almost maximum size. His own wasn't there and he could feel the man's resistance giving way.
Unable to hold back, Vincent gave himself up completely to the other's whim. On the next thrust, he threw himself back, swallowing the knot within his anus, letting out a high pitched whine of satisfaction as the sensation of being filled consumed his mind.
Daniel gave a low howl as he felt his knot enter the other. He froze, eyes closing, just feeling the sensations fill him. His knot seemed more sensitive than the rest of his shaft, which didn't seem possible. His hairy balls began to churn as he came close and closer to orgasm
With the knot shifting around, bulging his innards, Vincent lost it, shoving back more and more until his shaft exploded shots of semen all over the ground, twitching against the hand wrapped around it, knot straining and balls jostling. It was an amazing feeling as his anal passage flexed around the large intrusion.
Daniel growled, hearing the splattering noise and grunts of the man beneath him as he came. The clenching and unclenching around his shaft sent pleasurable vibrations through his partially shifted body. His eyes rolled back in his head as he whined, cock starting to twitch. With a howl, Daniel came. With each pulse, the fog of lust lifted and he pressed a kiss to the man's neck.
Belly sloshing heavily with his lover's fluids, it was some time before clarity rolled back around into his thoughts. "God, whu...?" Vincent muttered in confusion. The smell of sex and wolf pervaded everything around him, but despite the persistent urges swirling in his mind, he seemed to still remain in control. A sense of déjà vu washed over him.
This time, however, he was in a much different position. Vincent let out a sharp gasp as he felt the man's dick shift inside of him and a blush almost as red as his cock filled his face.
This time he remembered everything perfectly. Ashamed, but almost literally in too deep to back out, he could do the only thing that came to mind.
This time, there was no escaping the truth.
"Uh, m-my name's Vincent," he said barely above a whisper, eyes on the ground in front of him. He did his best to avoid looking at the fur covering his arms and faux paws.
Daniel nuzzled the man beneath him, and as he heard the other speak, he smiled. "My name's Daniel." He rubbed Vincent's chest with a half turned hand, feeling the light dusting of fur there. The hand moved down further, gently rubbing Vincent's transformed shaft for a moment before he placed the hand on the floor.
This was so wrong but Vincent just wasn't able to lie to himself anymore and sighed softly as Daniel caressed him.
"You won't tell anyone, right?"
As reluctant as he was, he felt unnaturally comforted at the moment, and his tail automatically wagged slightly, brushing up against Daniel.
"Who would believe me anyway?" Daniel grinned as he felt the tail wagging. Daniel continued to caress Vincent, pressing his lips to his shoulder.
He groaned, feeling the more animal parts start to revert back to human, the sensation not as pleasurable as turning into one, and as his shaft turned human again, he slowly slipped out of Vincent. Daniel didn't care, he just wanted to cuddle up to the man who turned him.
With a blush, Vincent relaxed, pressing back into Daniel's embrace. This wasn't so bad. He was safe and maybe, he never had to worry about his transformation ever again.