{"sf1_id":1586855,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Ode to My Giant Werewolf Boyfriend","author":"danath","words":361,"posted_at":"2020-06-04T23:45:00.000Z","tags":["Knot","Male","Poetry","Transformation","Werewolf","sonnet"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1586855-ode-to-my-giant-werewolf-boyfriend","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1586855","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1586855\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Don't show these to your English teacher.","content":"Ode to My Giant Werewolf Boyfriend\n\n1\n\nOh joy! Beyond my wildest dreams I dreamt\n\nThat I should ask a werewolf to a show,\n\nBut courage held, I popped the Q (what scent!)...\n\nHe told me yes when I was sure 'twas no.\n\nDespite the glitch inherent 'tween our size -\n\nExample one: he stands near twice my height -\n\nI cannot help but stare into his eyes\n\nAnd watch his popcorn disappear each bite.\n\nI don't know what he sees in me, so small,\n\nBut laughter fills the hall with booming howls\n\nI cuddle to his palm to miss the squall\n\nAnd towel the drops of spit flung from his jowls.\n\nAnd after I basked in his scent for hours,\n\nHe took me home with super muscle powers.\n\n2\n\nDate nights come and date nights go, 'tis true,\n\nAnd no relationship can 'scape the grip of death\n\nWhen two once romanced lovers come unglued\n\nAnd speak to one another with a final breath.\n\nDespite my best attempts to please my mate,\n\nHis appetite and need surpassed my grip.\n\nI put all effort in to try to sate\n\nHis lust, but even so his love did slip.\n\nThere were small signs at first my wolf was swayed\n\nOnto a path much darker than he'd tread -\n\nA loss of patience with small types dismayed\n\nAnd left within a growing sense of dread.\n\nIt's hard to make your boyfriend notice\n\nWhen you're as big as one of his toes is.\n\n3\n\nAlas, alack, damnation! Foolish me!\n\nThe answer was so simple all along\n\nBut I was too entranced by musk to see\n\nThe answer was to form a bond lifelong.\n\nThough I could see his eyes alight with hope,\n\nI yet still flinched upon the stick of fangs.\n\nAround me grew a coat of glossy fur,\n\nA lupine body full of lustful pangs.\n\nThough werewolf is my name, I felt no shame\n\nAnd so with wolven power I was filled!\n\nMy transformation gave me a new aim:\n\nTo hike my tail and be, by boyfriend, drilled.\n\nMy senses tingle at his planned onslaught;\n\nAnd with a howling plea, I'll take the knot!\n\n  \n  \n\n"}