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• As we round out the unexpected windfall of smut September gave us, let's enjoy Minerva Mink and her werewolf boytoy, Wilford, having some quality time during the full moon. This was a result of Jeeves holding a Kinktober commissions raffle, so I was able to get a total of three slots, so that's why we had extra smut. As always, this is written by the legendary Jeeves, so follow him on SoFurry or FurAffinity, and maybe donate to his Patreon. Time to get wild.

Minerva's Moonlight Mania

There had been a time where Minerva had found herself so vain, so focused on what lay on the surface alone, that she had dismissed Wilford out of hand. A time when she had thought he had nothing to offer her despite his clear willingness to pay her far more attention and respect than any of the hunky guys whose arms she had once hung off so gladly. God, was she glad those days were behind her now.

"O-ohh, gosh Minerva... that's... aahhh, that's a real swell feeling..."

Greedily, no, obsessively, the curvaceous mink's muzzle bobbed and slurped upon Wilford's cock. It wasn't the biggest cock she had ever tasted, nor the thickest, nor the most skilful. But the man to whom it belonged, just knowing who it was attached to made up for all of that. Minerva easily took every one of his five inches into her mouth, and while she cupped and squeezed his modest balls with one hand her other reached up and rubbed at the otherwise rather skinny wolf's paunch of a belly. The late summer breeze drifted through her long blonde hair, sweeping it over her face as she sought to please Wilford, to be worthy of his attention, and she moaned gleefully as he wheezed with laughter and gently, adoringly stroked her hair back into place. Her head tilted back slightly and her eyes peered up at him with pure adoration, and through his thick rimmed glasses the wolf beamed goofily back.

"I'm a really lucky guy, getting to spend time with a bombshell like you. Especially tonight, what with... ooh, hey... speaking of..."

The wind shifted slightly. Minerva's hair swept around her once again, but this time billowing out over one of her shoulders. She gurgled around her modest mouthful of cock before pulling her head back away from it, but even as she turned to follow Wilford's gaze the mink knew what he was saying had to be true. He wouldn't have lied to her, after all. He didn't have a deceitful bone in his entire body. Sure enough, there it was. The moon, creeping out from behind a cloud thanks to the changing wind, and soon casting its pale light down over the grassy hilltop where the two of them had chosen to spend their night. It fell over Wilford, casting a silvery sheen over his grey fur, and Minerva wailed happily as immediately the change began.

"Yes... o-ohh, my sweet dork... my perfect werenerd."

She scrambled up from her knees, white fur stained green from the grass beneath her, and climbed up onto Wilford's lap. Gently she plucked the glasses off his face and dropped them onto the ground nearby, safely upon the pile of his trousers and every stitch of her own clothing. She clung to him, straddling his lap with her eyes roaming all over his body as the wolf's ears grew from floppy to sharp, alert points. She watched as his teeth grew in size, temporarily too large for his maw giving them a vicious, fang-like appearance. His hair flowed down his back in a luxurious mane. His muzzle twisted and reshaped itself into a strong, handsome jawline, and as an ear-splitting howl escaped the werewolf, his whole body began to shift, writhe and grow before Minerva's eyes and beneath her lithe, curvy body.

"Yessss..."

She gurgled happily once again as she rubbed her hands over his chest as it swelled and broadened. She quivered as her fingers fell to his belly, tightening from its slight roundedness to a taut six-pack. Her hands rose again to rub the sides of his arms, feeling his biceps swell, and just when the mink thought that she might shriek with sheer giddy joy, she felt something poke between her legs where she was straddling the once rather scrawny, averagely endowed wolf's lap.

"My man... my lover boy... my Wilford."

Minerva loved him. She loved him every day of every month, and nothing would change that. But on nights like these, long and wonderful nights with barely a handful of clouds to be seen in the full moon-lit sky, she more than loved him. She more than craved him. On nights like these she was taken by an obsessive, desperate mania that nothing on any level of her psyche was capable of holding under control, and frankly that she had not the slightest wish to control given the obscene wonders it allowed her to indulge in.

"Ohhhyessss, yesssssssssss..."

The mink whimpered gleefully, tail twitching, eyes rolling back, heart pounding in her chest so hard she swore she could almost see its pulsating heart-shaped outline pressing between her breasts. She pawed feverishly at Wilford's chest, waiting for the transformation to be over so that she could see him, hear his warm, gentle voice. But with his cock already rising to over a foot in length, tripling in both length and thickness with a huge, swollen knot already present at its base, with its tip already probing between her lips as it twitched and throbbed, she couldn't stop herself. She couldn't wait an instant longer. She needed her wolf now , and...

"Well, hello there, beautiful."

An instant before she plunged herself down on his cock, Minerva's heart skipped a beat as she heard his voice. She looked up and saw his cool silver eyes gleaming down at her, and as he cupped one side of her face with a hand so large and strong he could have grasped her by the waist and lifted her like a free-weight, her mind shattered into a thousand fragments of pure lust, and her moonlight mania took hold.

In one smooth motion, Minerva slammed her hips down and screamed at the top of her lungs as fifteen inches of cock plus another three of engorged knot slurped into her slender body. Its outline immediately appeared against the front of her fluffy white torso, tip almost touching the base of her breasts, and she wailed happily at the feeling of it filling her so gloriously and pushing her body to its toony limits. She began to bounce, not just to raise herself up and down on Wilford's were-cock but to physically push off from the ground entirely with her feet and let gravity alone drag her back down onto the werewolf's erection, and all the while he reacted to her rapture with cool, gentle confidence.

"Well now, someone's a little worked up tonight, huh? Let's see if I can't help you out with that."

With strength that made Minerva want to melt into a pool of the very arousal already drooling out of her around Wilford's erection, the werewolf stood up with Minerva still wrapped around him. He grasped Minerva's body in both hands, one one her left hip the other around her back like he was preparing to lead her in a slow dance. Rather than dancing with her though, he began to fuck her. Or rather, his cock began to slam violently and rapidly in and out of Minerva as he chuckled gently, murmured sweet nothings to her, and used her body like a living fleshlight. Minerva's screams echoed across the hilltop and over they rolling fields beyond. Her legs kicked out wildly as she immediately and violently began to squirt, to cum not just once but with multiple overlapping, simultaneous orgasms tearing through her and ensuring that her descend into mindless depravity was complete. She sobbed and screamed and buried her face in his chest, kissing it, licking it, gurgling wordless nonsense into his soft fur and warm, strong flesh as she just kept on cumming, gushing like a hydrant with its top burst open.

How long he held her and bounced her on his cock like the mindless fuck-toy she longed to be for him, the mink didn't know. Her night beyond that point wasn't really a sequence of linear moments so much as it was something she remembered in wild fragments later, spending the next few weeks trying desperately to hide it as she suddenly remembered another frenzied few instants of that night and began to violently, spontaneously cum as though she was right back there all over again.

She remembered clawing at the bark of a tree and shrieking Wilford's name as her toes brushed the grassy floor and his hands grappled her hips, breeding her, his hot cum gushing and overflowing out of her, swelling her belly briefly until she had a paunch just like her sweet nerd. She remembered pumping his cock in both hands and wailing in lust as she was doused by his seed, pointing his cock up and down her trembling body just to soak herself, to infuse her fur with his scent so that every man she met for the next twenty seven nights would know that she was claimed. She remembered chittering and squeaking like a feral mink, toes splayed out and twitching repeatedly as Wilford's handsome maw delved between her legs and ate her out, her hands on his lush hair enough on their own to drive her wild with desire and his tongue only making it far, far easier for him to catapult her into the throes of constant orgasm once again.

By the time normal, coherent memories began to form in her mind again, the night was long since over. Minerva whimpered and giggled as in the morning sunlight she bounced upon a cock much smaller than the one that had driven her crazy all night, but she didn't stop. She revelled in the way that Wilford's smaller, more modest knot could pop so easily in and out of her even when fully engorged. She delighted in his more shaky, uncertain touches, reverent in a way that few men she had ever given time to were of every inch of her body, not just the orbs bouncing up and down in front of his once more bespectacled face.

"Gee, Minerva... d'ya think you might cum for me again?"

Wilford's curious, hopeful voice murmured breathlessly, and the mink gave a sincere, giddy nod as she felt the male's cock twitch, preparing to let loose a load of its own deep inside her to join the countless others that had flooded into and back out of her all night long.

"Always, Willie..."

She squeaked to the man she loved, giggling as he blushed at that pet name which only Minerva used for him.

"f-for you... I'll always... always... oh. Ohhh, Wilford. My love... my perfect mmhh... mondo-nerdo... cum with me! Please! I... I'm... yes! Yes! Wilford! Cum with me!! _Oh, Willie! Yessssss! _"

By Jeeves.