{"sf1_id":1601156,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Various Sonnets","author":"danath","words":1517,"posted_at":"2020-07-08T18:27:00.000Z","tags":["Bulge","Dog","Gender transformation","Growth","Hyper","Male","Muscle","Poetry","Poodle","Rabbit","Size Difference","Skunk","Werewolf","Wolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1601156-various-sonnets","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/1601156","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=1601156\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"Some off-the-cuff sonnets written for people after a stream.","content":"14 Werewolves at the Mall\n\nI\n\nThe beasts of lore are not the same as now.\n\nA modern werewolf stands quite tall and proud.\n\nTheir violent past they firmly disavow.\n\nThe mission now? Make cute guys squeal out loud!\n\n  \n\nIn suit and tie, they stroll about their day.\n\nSome shop for treats at pet stores in the mall.\n\nThey leave their fur and fangs on full display,\n\nAnd only sometimes grind up on y'all.\n\n  \n\nIf you excuse their minor humpage, please,\n\nYou'll see that they are suffering great need,\n\nAs when they shove you down upon your knees,\n\nA knot of red appears; he asks, \"Please knead?\"\n\n  \n\nA werewolf's lust can be quite difficult to sate,\n\nSo do it right and you'll be asked to mate!\n\n  \n\nII\n\n  \n\nBut one werewolf is not enough for some;\n\nA dozen plus some more is way more fun!\n\nFrom darkened hallways of the mall they come,\n\nEach panting, growling, watching your tight bun.\n\n  \n\nWith fourteen werewolves crowding all around,\n\nThe beefy wolflike bodies block the light.\n\nThey pack in close to muffle any sound\n\nAs massive lupine swells fill up your sight.\n\n  \n\nDiscarding suits and coats, they up their growls,\n\nWith muscled bodies squeezing tight, but smells\n\nEngage your nostrils, damp and hot, then howls\n\nErupt to ring your head like many bells!\n\n  \n\nThese werewolves are quite ravenous tonight!\n\nBe careful that you don't end up a bite!\n\n  \n\nIII\n\n  \n\nA dozen yellow eyes glint in the dark.\n\nTheir claws rake over thighs and chest and more.\n\nThe sharpened points drag down your bulging arc.\n\nPlump lips press forward, whisper: \"You'll be sore...\"\n\n  \n\nWhen modern werewolves gang up on a toy,\n\nThey're careful not to rend or tear their prize.\n\nThey want to bring their plaything special joy,\n\nAnd fill them up with spunk right to the eyes!\n\n  \n\nOne after next, they take their turns, some twice.\n\nThe werewolf knots invade your rump and throat\n\nAs many of the beasts line up for thrice.\n\nThey happily discuss your rump and gloat:\n\n  \n\n\"For such a cutie, he stays oh-so-tight!\n\nWe oughtta keep 'im here to play all night!\"\n\n  \n\nIV\n\n  \n\nBukkake scenes can often underwhelm,\n\nBut werewolves make enough to satisfy!\n\nHuge ropes of seed run down your face, unhelmed.\n\nSoon all fourteen huge males let out a cry.\n\n  \n\nTheir howls reach halls full of security\n\nAnd draw attention from the passerby.\n\nThey quickly stuff their shafts away safely,\n\nThough bulges do their aroused state bely.\n\n  \n\nThe guard arrives to find you a hot mess.\n\n\"They've come again,\" he says, without intent.\n\n\"Are you okay, or are you in distress?\"\n\nYou hold back your true thoughts: No wolves? Lament!\n\n  \n\nYou growl and leave, a smile upon your lip,\n\nBecause a werewolf slipped and gave a nip...\n\n* * *\n\nFor Mabel\n\n  \n\nA puff of smoke and she arrives in style:\n\nA panda-kitsune wearing naught but socks,\n\nAnd from her lips a plump cigar, burned while\n\nThe cigar matron offers you a box.\n\n  \n\nThe taste is sweet upon your lips when smoked,\n\nSo smooth and rich that you forget yourself.\n\nYour chest expands each time you pull a toke,\n\nUntil your bust line forms a perfect shelf.\n\n  \n\nBelow, your pants stretch taut and rip apart,\n\nAllowing greater changes to begin.\n\nNow exhale slow and be prepared to start\n\nYour new life work of causing endless sin.\n\n  \n\nThe pandsune's gifts are to be admired,\n\nBut beware the flame, 'cuz you'll be rewired!\n\n  \n\n* * *\n  \n\nFor Baylith and Kouya\n\n  \n\nI\n\n  \n\nThe pup was cute, of that there was no doubt.\n\nPink nose, flopped ears, a single braid down back,\n\nWith olive eyes and a plump rump to flout,\n\nHe flitted by as if to urge a smack.\n\n  \n\nThough in a crowded bar, the pup was plain\n\nTo see, and made a beeline when his olf-\n\n-actory sense picked up a lupine vein:\n\nHe found his prize, an average looking wolf.\n\n  \n\nThe pup squeezed close and slid himself along\n\nFrontside, up-down, much to the wolf's surprise.\n\nClaws closed around the canine hips, so strong,\n\nAs Baylith's hips shoved towards the canine thighs.\n\n  \n\nBe careful when you choose to dance with dogs;\n\nThey tend to amplify the size of logs.\n\n  \n\nII\n\n  \n\nAnd such it was with Baylith as he grew\n\nWith each firm thrust from the cute dog below.\n\nThe wolf felt urges surge, a need to screw,\n\nAnd worried he would soon begin to show.\n\n  \n\nHis biceps flexed and pecs inflated up,\n\nWhile quadriceps ripped through the fabric shorts.\n\nThe wolf's whole body grew against the pup;\n\nHis massive wolfcock hardened up like quartz.\n\n  \n\nThe thick-hipped doggy growled and whipped his tail,\n\nWhile Baylith's growls rose loud above the scene.\n\nHe swelled with muscle, ready to impale,\n\nBig daddy wolf, a proper fuck machine.\n\n  \n\nIt may seem rude to hump upon dance floors,\n\nBut squealing pups just love to act like whores.\n\n  \n\nIII\n\n  \n\nHe's ten feet tall, a brute of pure male rut,\n\nWith massive shoulders and a mane of white.\n\nHe howls and roars as he approaches nut,\n\nWhile pup below is grinning wide and bright.\n\n  \n\nThe wolven knot slides deep into the dog,\n\nCause instant consternation in the crowd.\n\nBut Baylith grunts, his musk just like a fog,\n\nWolf's only focus on the pup he plowed.\n\n  \n\nThough Baylith can't withdraw his massive knot,\n\nHe doesn't stop his thrusting, dancing moves.\n\nThe puppy moans, impaled upon Dreadnought;\n\nOf getting swole, the jiggle-dog approves.\n\n  \n\nThe Daddy Wolf is now the one in charge,\n\nAnd pup can't claim he made the beast too large.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n* * *\n  \n\nFor Tatsky\n\n  \n\nI\n\n  \n\nThe clothes upon the rack did shine divine\n\nAnd draw attention from the passing bun.\n\nHe stared across the glass to see the sign;\n\nThe price upon the printed tag did stun.\n\n  \n\nRabbits aren't known for being all that sly,\n\nBut plans formed up beneath the longish ears.\n\nThe bunny sneaked inside to give a try\n\nAt stealing clothes despite his greatest fears.\n\n  \n\nHe browsed the store at first, to throw them off,\n\nThen made his way to the display of note.\n\nThe outfit from the body he did doff,\n\nThen stuffed the clothes down into a deep tote.\n\n  \n\nAnd when the rabbit left the shop at last,\n\nAlarms did ring and into ears did blast.\n\n  \n\nII\n\n  \n\nThe rabbit ran and got away okay,\n\nSo paused to check his stolen merchandise.\n\nHe placed upon his head the cute beret,\n\nAnd grinned when it sagged down across his eyes.\n\n  \n\nThe top was next, and into it he slipped;\n\nHe liked the feel upon his narrow chest.\n\nHis paws went down and off his pants he stripped,\n\nThen pulled the slinky bottom up to rest.\n\n  \n\nHe liked the look of such tight clothes on him,\n\nBut straps of fabric dragged against his fur.\n\nAt once he thought to take a pseudonym.\n\nThe rabbit thought it strange, but did prefer...\n\n  \n\nBe careful when you steal the clothes you own,\n\nAs rabbit found when he began to moan.\n\n  \n\nIII\n\n  \n\nTitanic titties swelled in girth and size;\n\nThe rabbit's lips plumped, fat and full of paint.\n\nA lusty look came 'cross the bunny's eyes\n\nWhile lower down a huge shaft voids restraint.\n\n  \n\nThe rabbit's is mangled, then refined,\n\nAs giggles dribble past her plumped up lips.\n\nThe clothes install a whole new frame of mind\n\nAs back into the shop the bimbo slips.\n\n  \n\nThe sales clerk grins and gives her a name tag;\n\nThe rabbit's shift means she can at last play.\n\nThe bunny bimbo doesn't even gag\n\nWhen shoppers fill her muzzle, no leeway.\n\n  \n\nIf stealing SynTech clothes is now your goal,\n\nBe warned that you will sacrifice your hole!\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;\n* * *\n  \n\nFor Rykela\n\n  \n\nThe poodle's bouffant hairdo scraped the roof;\n\nLarge ears and tail contained shaped balls of hair.\n\nShe turned her head and spoke a little \"woof!\"\n\nHer close-shaved body looked so pale and fair.\n\n  \n\nLarge teardrops bounced upon her muscled chest;\n\nDespite their size the massive breasts outdone\n\nBy bright pink orbs, their musky hue so blessed\n\nPast narrow thighs and calves they overrun.\n\n  \n\nA dark red shaft points past the poodle's head,\n\nThe leak of musky milk a constant threat,\n\nA terrifying canine knot in bed,\n\nAll part of graceful poodle's rich jet set.\n\n  \n\nWhen she comes back with extra from her cruise,\n\nShe'll be the one to expand all your views.\n\n  \n\n* * *\n  \n\nFor Rykela II\n\n  \n\nThe high-class gloves wrapped all the slender arms,\n\nThough little could contain her swollen chest.\n\nHer lack of cover set off the alarms,\n\nBut slender skunk wore what she thought was best.\n\n  \n\nShe strode in on stiletto heels of black;\n\nMatched tights climbed high up calves and thighs.\n\nShirt fabric stretched around skunk's heavy rack.\n\nFrom 'neath the skirt? A swollen monstrous sac.\n\n  \n\nHer mighty shaft slapped on the counter first.\n\n\"The problem here,\" she said, \"is that I ask\n\nFor condoms that can fit my big fat girth.\n\nThe weather b'loons you sold are not to task.\"\n\n  \n\nBe careful dealing with a stylish skunk -\n\nA wrong word means you'll be their new spunk punk.\n\n  \n  \n\n\u0026nbsp;  \n  \n  \n\n"}