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Mate...Mate...Mate...

Her animal thoughts repeat this simple primal need as her stud humps vigorous crying out in pleasurable whines and soft howls the longer her male copulates. His knot swells pounding into her slick pulsating folds feverishly, every thrust forceful as her male frantically pushes harder and deeper wanting to completely take her; to tie.

She wants it to. She howls begging her stud to work harder, doing her best to rock her rear into every heavy thrust of the male's wolfhood. They were so close, nearly bonded; just a little more and...

Pop!

The shewolf yelped, her maw hanging as her tongue dropped and began to pant uncontrollably. The well of sexual elation mixed with the odd arousal from mild discomfort of their growing tie and her mate's furious humping escalated delivering her to heights she had only dreamed. It was really happening; her true desires fulfilled.

Together; she and her stud, wolves lost in the thralls of mating.

It's perfect. They were real animals; thick warm fur covering the hide of feral wolves, muzzle and fangs with paws and claws completely with wagging tails. The pills worked as always, only now she could enjoy her sexual gratification with another male turned wolf like her. Would he feel the need to run with her after? To hunt and kill wild game; embracing their predator instincts? Would he...be willing to give her pups and start a real pack; leave behind their old lives for the wild?

Or will he get mad that she spiked his drinks changing him into a wolf? Will he even remember any of this tomorrow morning when the effects wear off? Did...did she make sure not to give him too much? She mostly lamented her actions forcing her stud into a situation beyond his control, not one to normally commit something so shady than slip the beastly equivalent of a Mickey. But she had to be safe; she needed to distract her stud somehow...albeit with messing with his mind as well as his body with animal urges. The drugs were practically made to be a unique form of aphrodisiac, just the special kind that turns people into animals.

Maybe she could have been honest to warn her stud about what the drugs had done; her overuse and dependency having produced some unforeseen side effects. She hoped her little primal quirk could slip by her stud without him ever knowing. But after he confronted her earlier today about catching her acting like her animal self, and the last time they mated...made love...there was little chance the side effects wouldn't spring up again and reveal to her stud the wolf that hid within.

_Forgive...me..._she struggled to think as her climax neared, conscious thought fading into the back of her mind quickly as all that concerned her now was the moment arriving; her stud ready to offer his potency. Her voice starts to waver, growling and whining waiting for the right moment to sound her rapture.

Her stud's fangs bite into the nape of her neck, the sign of his dominance as he bucks wildly in their tie milking his wolfhood. She cocks her head back yelping into a triumphant howl, her body hot; quivering, holding steadfast on all fours as she lower's her chest closer to the bed, her haunches raised as much as they can with the weight of her mate. Her howl extends as her stud releases his fanged grip and sings along, ropes of vital seed flooding her animal temple swimming towards her womb leaving her center warm and wet.

Yes! Love mate! Fill me more! Give me pups! Mate!!!

"Stud!" she groans pleasantly, mild disorientation washing over her as she feels different lying on her side instead of on all fours. The cool light of the moon is replaced with warm rays of a morning sunrise beaming through her window, eyes fluttering open to find the world dimly illuminated in an orange hue instead of the nocturnal blue of a late night.

I...that was just a dream? It couldn't have been. She clearly remembers everything...mostly everything...at least up to dinner and the drinking game, and the moment her Stud began to change into a wolf before her very eyes. That dream; it was a memory. It all felt like it just happened, and yet morning has come so soon.

Wait...I'm still tied.

A smile widens over her sleepy face pushing her rump against the inviting girth of her Stud's loins knotted inside her, the spunk of his potency gushing into her sweltering sex. He must have either had the same erotic dream acting them out in his sleep, or her male was being cheeky this morning and sneaking a quick fling.

If it had been any other woman this probably would scream rape. But she didn't mind at all having suggested to her stud before that he was welcome take advantage. It is hard to say whether being a wolf turned her into such a deviant nymph or if this has always been part of her twisted personality. She's just happy it is him, whining contently as her stud's hands caress her arms and shoulders.

Worry strikes as he suddenly stops, almost leaping out of bed if not for their loins remaining locked in their tie. The hard tug causes her to yelp ready to growl in frustration at her mate's abrupt retreat, shaking her head and pushing down such animal instinct as she turns her head twisting her body to face her love.

"Are you alright Stud?" she asks timidly continuing to call him by the pet name they gave each other last night; she being his Goldie for her shimmering mid-length straight locks of silky hair.

She nearly gasped at the sight of her stud. He is...gorgeous as ever, but it's the remarkable lingering lupine features present that leaves her startled. Though hopefully easy to miss, she can see the points of his ears sticking out through his hair and as he mouth hangs agape briefly his fangs remained long and sharp. He grasps the side of his forehead with one hand, dark claws having yet fully receded and his fingers still slightly thick and rounded. She sneaks a glance down his legs mostly human looking until she spots his feet, wide and elongated in its beastly shape of hindpaws.

I wonder if he still has his tail?_Goldie muses, fond of the pet name her Stud gave. _Wait; that's not good. This is bad; he hasn't completely changed back yet. Maybe I did give him too much...or maybe the side effects are stronger on him. Did he wake up like this or did the early grind he just gave me rekindle the changes? Oh no...what is he going to say once he finds out?

Goldie blinked focusing on his gaze, both stupefied and awestruck at the same time. He isn't saying anything yet either filling the room with silence for the past minute. Despite the awkwardness Goldie feels that her stud still appeared smitten, her heart racing with excitement as passionate and primal yearnings gradually threatened her to succumb to her animal urges again; her heat burning her sex.

Goldie's mind whines distressingly, lust creeping back into her thoughts. Oh no...I getting horny again. Not now; not until I know it's safe. Not until I...

"I-I'm fine," her Stud finally stutters looking away bashfully trying to hide something, continuing to rub the side of his forehead. "I think I just...got lost in the moment again."

The moment? Does he mean the quick mating session we just had? Or the way he just looked at me?

She reaches out to her Stud caressing his closest shoulder showing her intimate compassion. She starts to sit up eager to scoot beside her mate and share some much needed affection. But she freezes up the instant she sees the condition of her hand, hairy with a thin veil of her golden yellow pelt thinning down her arm; animal claws and padded soles retaining her forepaw-like structure.

Crap! Goldie yelps jerking her hand quickly away. Wait...was he looking at me because...

In a desperate gambit Goldie hastily sits up as she grabs the blanket from under her and wraps it all around her body hiding her possibly altered appearance. Her quick reaction forced each other to finally part, her sex screaming in discomfort for the premature release while throbbing to have her stud inside her sex again, her animal heat a bitch as much as she is.

"Now what's wrong with you?" her Stud comically askes sporting an amusing grin.

Hopefully he saw nothing Goldie wonders, crossed arms and legs rubbing against her body affirming her altered form feeling more of her thin pelt upon her nudity. "N-NARthing," she replies nearly unable to suppress an animal bark. "I...I just felt chilly."

"Chilly? It's actually quite warm this morning."

Crap Goldie whines realizing just how poor her excuse is. She's left speechless for some time not certain how to respond back, the weight of her Stud's piercing feral eyes distracting her thoughts breaking his gaze as she darts her eyes aside. "Guess it's just me then," is all that spilled forth adding a weak giggle to hide her low esteem, wincing at the pain of such a pathetic answer.

Luckily; whatever is causing her Stud such strife to his head this morning seems to help distract him from Goldie's awkward behavior, maybe even the subtle vestiges of his lupine appearance. He hangs his legs over the edge of the bed nursing his headache with massages from his fingers, apparently still unaware of his claws scratching his skin.

"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?" Goldie fearfully mutters body tense hugging the blanket close.

"I think I need to take a shower to cool myself off," he says after another short silence jumping onto his hindpaws and getting a good stretch. As he does this, Goldie's eyes wander examining her stud's back, shoulder indeed fuzzy on the back as it was on the front with a line running down a protruding ridged spine. His tail, underdeveloped and fleshy, wags and curls eliciting a quiet sheepish chuckle from Goldie that he doesn't apparently hear. "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?"

Goldie immediately shook her head pulling at the bedsheet. "Sorry stud. No aspirin in the bathroom; none whatsoever. I'll have to remember to pick up some the next time I go shopping."

He stares back at her firmly, Goldie fearing he might know she was lying. At least; she wasn't lying about there being any real aspirin in the bathroom, but there was her special bottle that was marked that way. She swore that she put it back in the bottom drawer all the way hidden behind all of her beauty accessories.

"Alright," her stud finally says smiling back. "Thanks anyways my mate."

My mate Goldie's thoughts clung to stoking the primal lust that is nagging at her being, her stud's coy growl fueling the fire as he entered the bathroom and slowly closed the door leaving her alone.

Given solace Goldie unfurls her blanket letting it fall away and once more expose her nudity. She sighs into a feverish pant held in for so long, trembling as she crawled onto hands and knees struggling not to be overwhelmed by her deep-seated animalistic urges. The desire; however, is impossible to ignore now after everything that transpired, the impression Goldie's stud left upon her after mating like real wolves last night, the fact he is unaware of the lingering changes present that drives the shewolf into a frenzy.

She should follow him into the bathroom. She needs his wolfhood buried inside her again; needs to feel the strength and comfort of his feral features. The need wracks Goldie's mind, sex throbbing; howling to be taken again.

Can't...stop. Hormones crazy. Heat...fuck!

Her spine pulls and arches, muscles of the back of her shoulder thickening feeling the onset of her beastly metamorphosis. Goldie muffles her snarling biting down on her lower lip, fangs piercing oozing blood; she stretches her legs out as she gathers fully on the balls of her feet, both them and her hands shaking and elongating into large animal-like paws. Her tongue escapes her maw urgently needing to pant in rousing exhilaration, shifting closer to her lupine form turning Goldie on more than ever.

Can't control...don't stop...like being wolf. Feel strong...feel free...feel horny. Sex hot, wet...need mate. Need...

Goldie claimed a measure of self-control whipping her head violently in a desperate attempt to make her primal urges subside and give her a chance to think clearly.

I can't. I need to push it back down before my Stud comes back. If he sees me like this...the real me...and he really can't understand, then...

Pants turn to shallow heaves working out calming breaths to cool the wild fury her animal nature elicits, stretching her neck out whining contently before leaping out of bed and onto the floor shuffling back onto digitigrade feet. Goldie spent this moment examining the changes that swept her appearance, the clash of thick fur having swallowed up most of her hide startling if not surprising. She looks back watching her lengthened furry tail gingerly brush behind her rump, unable to hide a grin of satisfaction as she strokes her lupine appendage tenderly in padded handpaws.

I can't deny it...I love being a wolf_Goldie muses as she steps in front of her mirror, a tall vertical strip of reflective glass mounted against one side of her bedroom wall. Still humanoid, yet her spreading fur and wolfish features bloomed from such unbridled baser desires and the act of mating revealed so much of her _true nature. Goldie weakly smiles, cheeks blush as trickles of pleasurable heat warms her center caressing the tiny sensitive mounds that were becoming her animal teats giving equal attention to her purebred breasts with erogenous fondling.

I'm...I'm so afraid Goldie worries marveling her face, nose and mouth left in the wake of protruding into a beastly muzzle aching to join her feral golden eyes and erect and widened lupine ears to better suit her animal form. She brushes her handpaws over her cheeks, bulbous and hairy from her forming mane throbbing to continue cracking and altering with the rest of her head; forehead pounding to flatten, eager to become a real wolf.

Not of become a wolf...I love it when I'm a wolf. Want to be wolf...be wolf...

She shakes her head wildly once more fearing her intelligence drifting faster in favor of primal instinct and simple thoughts.

But...I don't want to lose my Stud. What I did last night...what I made him into...he didn't ask for this. If he knows I drugged him, if he reacts the way I think he will...I'm selfish. I love him, but...

*Sniff* *Sniff*

A pungent musk crosses Goldie's canine shaped nose drawing her away from her conundrum, arousal striking hard as she recognized the scent of her horny mate. Heated pants resume as she whips her head behind staring down the bathroom door, growling deeply as she shuffled forward slouched, keen on falling to all fours as her animal side craves. She manages to stay upon her hindpaws long enough before hugging the bathroom door, claws raking the surface as she begins to whine seeking her mate's attention.

She can hear her stud growling inside bellowing soft pleasurable howls, his wolf side maintaining a tight grip on his soul for this long.

"Stud?" Goldie barks grinding the door, claws chipping away at the door's wooden surface. "You doing alright? You sound...like wolf. Smell...smell like wolf. Horny."

Her stud utters panic whines between exhausted panting, clicking echoing below as Goldie hear the shower doors slide open and running water crashing.

"I-I'm fine!" her stud finally answers back sounding as he is suppressing a snarl. "Got...sidetracked. Showering now. Give me...time..."

Her stud sounded befuddled, the shewolf anxious as she pressed her breasts and teats firmly against the door digging her claws deeper within the wood; her mate's scent overpowering with lust. She can smell the seed that must be dripping from his knotted loins wanting to make sure his potency was not wasted without a womb to fill.

"Stud..." her voice wavered growls spilling out. "Let me in. Please...mate with me. Need mate. Need mate."

Fuck...no, stop. Not yet. Sees me this way...sees real wolf...not like me?

" Maaaate..." Goldie hears her stud groan, the door creaking as she feels his weight against it possibly mimicking her behavior. Her spirits soar hearing her stud desire the same need as his shewolf, quivering thick handpaw reaching for the knob ready to join her mate.

Wait? Maybe...best he changes with me completely. Grab pills. Both take. Be feral wolves again. Mate like real wolves again. Just one more...before...I have to explain...

"Be right back," Goldie yelps prying away from the door, canine tail wagging excited from renewed zeal. "Grab pills. Be wolves. Love mate!" she blurts without realizing it dashing out of the bedroom to seek the wonderful transformative drug that made all of this possible.

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