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I hear myself groan, more like a whimper, starting to come back to life as rays of warmth hit my lower half; sunrise beckoning me to wake. The throbbing in my forehead rouses me first; however, rubbing my head against the feathery pillow…or is it furry…a frail attempt to help soothe the bothersome ache. Not a great way to wake with a pounding migraine, hazy memories of the night before scolding me for all the Tequila and Whiskey I apparently downed…I think. Honestly; I can’t quite remember a lot. Did I really drink so much? I could have sworn I only had two glasses before…

Two animals; canines of some kind, humping wildly cross my mind. I think they are dogs…but something growling in the back of mind disapproves. Why am I thinking about dogs fucking? And…why is it turning me on?

My pelvis heaves forward unable to resist thrusting my growing loins in the air, the bizarre primal thought triggering my arousal. It isn’t until my growing tip rubs again smooth naked flesh that I become aware of a warm body pressed against me; spooning. My arms; already coiled around the body, hugs intimately pleasantly eager to grind just a bit more forcefully. I think I know who I am with…and I don’t think she’ll mind me waking her like this.

After all; my Goldie loved behaving wildly.

Her scent draws me further into arousing elation, another whine escaping my voice as I press my face behind her head nuzzling her mid length blonde hair and neck. She smelled different than other woman, a pungent fragrance complimenting her voluptuous beautiful appearance. Something about it really drives me wild…maybe as wild as that thought of the dogs humping. It wasn’t this strong yesterday…not until we started to mate; this morning it drives me crazy.

Mate. I meant to say sex, but mate sounds oddly natural.

The thought of the dogs mating again hits me hard seeing their faces beaming with ecstasy, tongues hanging out of their agape maws panting heavily, saliva dripping.

Why is this making me hard? Why…do I want to be in that mutt’s place?

My Goldie’s hands grasp my arms, fingers curled underneath them, pulling me away from my preoccupied strange thoughts. I hear her moan sweetly as her rump wiggles and presses against my bulge teasing an early morning romp surely to come. I finally pry my heavy eyes open fully as I kiss her neck, and then the back of her cheeks listening to her chuckle…and pant.

Strangely; I start to pant as well, the thought of the mating dogs infusing some sort of animalistic behavior as my kisses shift into affectionate licks. My Goldie howls softly, turning her head to lick back in kind.

The dogs in my head change, replaced with Goldie and I rutting just like them. Something she told earlier before we mated…I feel like she warned me in advance about a personality quirk of hers. That she likes to pretend. Maybe that’s why I’m thinking about fucking dogs, why I’m comfortable mimicking canine behavior with her. It’s not something I would normally be in to, but there is a weird exception with my Goldie.

Maybe because, despite her dog-like personality…I’m falling in love with her. After all; what I do remember before last night reaffirms it. Meeting my Goldie for the first time she didn’t exhibit this quirk, but that’s not what drew me to her. Her beautiful sexy body and shimmering golden locks, while admittedly a plus, were honestly a side note to her bubbly innocent personality. We ended up sharing a lot in common enjoying each other’s company and the conversations we had about our likes and dislikes; about our lives and the dreams we had. It wasn’t until last night that she must have had the courage to confront me with this dog-like behavior she comfortably falls under.

I guess I approved…why shouldn’t I. The erotic thought came back again, the both of us staggering in sexual bliss as we panted like dogs howling triumphantly as I came and filled her. Such a beautiful bitch…a perfect mate.

What am I saying again? I think whatever makes my Goldie like to behave like a dog is starting to rub off on me. And…I think I like it.

“Morning Stud,” she coos writhing contently as she stretches her body and continues to rub against my chest and groin. “I hope last night wasn’t too weird. I really loved it.”

I smile resting my chin a top her shoulder as I hug my Goldie tenderly, brushing our bare legs affectionately. “You mean the whole fucking you like an animal part?” I chance guessing, not entirely confident if the thoughts running feverishly in my pounding head are memories or dreams.

She moans with a chuckle, reaching her left hand back cupping under my chin as she turns a bit to face me. Maybe I’m still feeling hazy from a long sleep or the lingering effects of a hangover, but I could have sworn my Goldie’s eyes were a faint green before, golden hues blissfully gazing back instead. She smiles, her canines peeking under her lips oddly bigger than normal. I bring my right hand up to pet the side of her head, fingertips grazing her ear noting the unusual points formed at the tips. Do I see a thin matte of hair along her cheekbones?

I blame the grogginess of my hangover for the vision hallucinations, but like before I find myself attracted to this look. It’s as if her animal side is showing, my reluctance to letting her play out her fantasy freely around me evoking an impossible transformation.

Maybe she’s a Werewolf?

And still; I stroke the fine hairs over her cheeks giving her a gentle scratch, watching my Goldie cock her head back slightly as she whines pleasurably slipping into an animal pant before pulling her tongue back in quickly; embarrassed. Hallucination or not; I still want her…she still my mate.

“You got into character better than I expected,” my Goldie points out confirming the provocative thoughts had happened. “You were like a real alpha, dominant and strong. Being taking like…like a real…” She pauses shifting her gaze away timidly, something she was about to say causing unknown strife in her mood.

I lean over and press my lips upon hers kissing passionately, my Goldie eagerly returning my loving gesture as she rolls onto her other side bodies facing forward. My hands caress her shoulders, strangely feeling fine hairs present over such silky skin yet not really bothered by it, fingers gripping her arms as I start to feel that dominance she was referring to flooding my senses and driving me. I nip my teeth at her lips, soft growls slipping from shallow breaths.

“Stud?” I growl again finishing her sentence, pushing my Goldie onto her back as I tower above her pinning her shoulders. I feel I might be going too far pretending to mimic her canine personality, yet the primal compulsion is overwhelming. My tongue drops out hanging above her face panting excitedly, her golden eyes entrancing.

My Goldie smiles panting in kind, revealing her fang-like canines; the tip of her pointed ears poking out from under her hair. Her hands slide up my arms; nails sharp almost as if they could rend my flesh, feeling over my sides as her legs tuck in and squeeze my hips.

“Stud…” she sighs snarling excitedly as our loins once more meet and tease, my Goldie inviting for another round.

The memory of us mating returns. The two of us change resembling the dogs from before. The thrill of the transformation is intense, the howls we cry as we climax remarkably rapturous.

I want that again…to feel like animals. To feel like…

I shove my face into her neck nuzzling fervently, rubbing flesh and more oddly placed hairs over her supple nudity; my belly grazing weird small lumps that only elicit further arousal from both my mate and I. Her fingers rake my backside aggressively now truly feeling cuts from her nails, yet it doesn’t stop me; the pain fleeting compared to the sexual bliss of entering my bitch once more.

My Goldie contorts; chest heaves arching her back, barking excitedly as she bucks into my thrusts wanting me deep. My head travels down to her chest taking a conscious effort to stimulate as much of my Goldie before we climax, nuzzling and licking her bulbous mounds. I can feel her tremble with every wave of sexual euphoria, her body tense as she lets me ride her rotten.

Fuck…I’m so horny. And my Goldie. I think…she is changing…becoming….

My thoughts slip as I can only focus on the climax approaching, our sexes tightening unable to pull out even if I wanted to. Why would I? Mating with my bitch is great. Filling her with my seed is what we both desire; our instincts demand it. She’ll bore my pups; we’ll rear them until they find mates of their own, form a strong and virile pack. Keep mating…keep mating.

Fuck…I think we are dogs. Her rough skinned hands; I feel her petting over my body hair…long body hair like hers. My back feels weird, her fingers caressing my spine oddly protruding against my hide, the back of my shoulders thicker. My ears, tugging; do they feel like animal points too? My teeth, throbbing; are my canines bigger? There something noticeably different about my hands and feet; my feet abnormally feels longer than it should, my nails…were they longer before? Dark and curly? And what about this lump down my back, wagging…am I…growing a tail?

The erotic thought of Goldie and I mating shifts again, the two us changed back completely into dogs. No…not dogs. We look untamed, wild and ferocious. We’re more like Huskies…more like…W…Wo…

My face winces, uncomfortable pressure forming causing me to growl anxiously baring these impossible fangs, feeling as if my mouth is trying to push forward…into a muzzle. A long, narrow, and powerful muzzle to snap my fangs over prey and take down, rend and shred; devour. Chasing game; hunting…the urge feels welcoming. I’m…I’m pushing my face out, wanting my muzzle to grow; wanting to feel bones crack and flesh stretch.

What’s happening to me? Maybe my Goldie is a Werewolf…and I’m…becoming one. A Werewolf…wolf…

Wolf.

Gravity shifts from under toppling me onto my back. I snarl flashing what feel like fangs aggressively, my Goldie snarling back. We settle down and look upon each other, mesmerized at what I see. Her short fine hairs had thickened, a thin pelt of golden fur spread throughout most of her hide. It felt real to the touch, trembling hands combing such soft fur as I held her sides caressing down to her hips. My animal panting returns as I study my Goldie’s face, ears widened longer into canine shape with her own nose and mouth swollen and bulging into a small animal-like muzzle, those golden feral eyes beaming intensely with sensual intent.

“My turn,” she growls, her human voice devolving under beastly tones. Tucked arms against in her chest unfold and reach over my chest, hands morphed into monstrous hairy handpaws caressing me as real dark claws knead my flesh. “Shewolf…make you feel…like wolf.”

Wolf!

She grinds and rocks against us, our trapped loins yanking at my phallus milking the coming cream I close to spilling. I lay my head back shaking wildly as I whine and growl enjoying the pleasures of my horny bitch bringing us to howl. Shaky hands reach up and grope the dangling hairy mounds of her breasts, working thumbs massaging those piercing dots from early; her animal teats.

Sexy shewolf. Hump faster. I need to fill her. Need to fill…need mate!

The bizarre erotic thoughts from before; they’re coming true. My body burns feeling my own fur sprouting quickly spreading over my hide, my hands and feet elongating longer turning into similar animal paws like my mate. Our tails; I feel my growing longer wagging between my legs thickening with full soft fur, Goldie’s whipping behind her ecstatically in her primal euphoria. Rib cages pop and barrel, torso’s twist and stretch; our faces push forward slowly, painfully yet arousing at the same time thrilled in our beastly transformations. I thrust my wolfhood madly into her hasty rocks, the two of us ready to pop and explode.

AWWRRROoooooo!!!

“Stud!” I hear my Goldie call out, feeling my potency flood her temple. I smile relishing our orgasm, though confusion slowly creeps as my hands feel her body once more. I open my eyes and find that we are still spooning, the back of her body still pressed against me instead of sitting upon my lap. I try not to question the ridiculous daydream I apparently had, yet as my hands caress her breasts and shoulders I find that the thin strands of long hair I felt before were thicken…like an animal pelt.

I pry myself away, yelping as my manhood remains locked within her tight sex, trying to sit up. My Goldie looks back turning as much as she can to face me while like this gazing back with concern.

“Are you alright, Stud?” she asks timidly.

Her eyes…they are still golden. And her ears, I still see pointed tips peeking from her hair. Her fangs…am I still dreaming this or are these actually real? I start to bring a hand to her left ear to feel but faintly pull away uncertain if I wanted to know the truth.

Would I be freaked out? She still looks beautiful…and cute…and…

The image of us turning into wolves as we mate flooded my head once more, and with it the jackhammer creating the pounding in my head.

“I-I’m fine,” I partially lie rubbing my forehead hoping the ease the migraine. “I think I just…got lost in the moment again.”

My Goldie stares pondering my words resting her hand over upon my arm. She sudden retreats; gasping as she pulls a blanket out from under herself wrapping it around her body. Still stuck I nearly fall into her catching myself grasping the bed’s headboard, admittedly enamored with her cutesy bashfulness. “Now what’s wrong with you?” I jokingly ask.

“N-nothing!” my Goldie responds almost letting out a bark. “I…I just felt chilly.”

“Chilly? It’s actually quite warm this morning.”

She doesn’t say anything immediately, seeing her golden hues dart away under the covers. “Guess it’s just me then,” she says giggling nervously.

I wonder if she had the same weird daydream too just now.

The headache strikes back hard making me wince rubbing the palms of my hands against my forehead hoping once more to make it stop. “Man; I think I need to learn a lesson about not drinking so much. I thought I was seeing things just now. And this pounding…”

“Seeing…what?” I hear my Goldie ask turning my gaze to see genuine curiosity for my answer. I figure maybe it wasn’t best to tell her about my erotic hallucination of us turning into dogs…grrr…wolves, even if I feel she might like to hear it.

Did…did I growl in my own head?

“I think I need to take a shower to cool myself off,” I suggest, our loins finally limp and loose that I can pull and climb out of bed stretching my arms and back. “Maybe it will help clear my head and stop this headache. You wouldn’t happen to have some aspirin in the bathroom, do you hun?”

My Goldie furiously shook her head shaking the blanket. “Sorry stud. No aspirin in the bathroom; none whatsoever. I’ll have to remember to pick up some the next time I go shopping.”

I gaze at her suspiciously feeling like she is hiding something, but I brush it off and except the fact. “Alright. Thanks anyways my mate.” I let out a playfully growl as I enter the bathroom and close the door looking upon my mate once more before she is out of sight; fawning.

Mate. I guess that daydream left its mark. It actually feels nice; natural to call my shewolf my mate.