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Werewolf Girlfriend

By MisstressChange

The glass doors to the movie theater swung open, and a crowd of people poured out into the empty night. Most headed for their cars while others started their cold walk home. Samuel and Samantha were one of the latter.

The couple of two years, whom all their friends titled: The Sammy's, decided to spend their Halloween seeing the latest horror blockbuster. However, they spent most of their time snickering at the many ridiculous jump scares that filled in its lack of original ideas during the film.

They forwent driving to the theater, as they shared a townhouse that was only a few blocks away. Samantha clung to Samuel while the two walked into the forested park that separated two neighborhoods. Both of them felt the frigidly damp, post-rain air, and their breath streamed from their mouths in white clouds.

"That movie was sooooo dumb," Samantha stated playfully. Samuel chuckled.

"Oh yeah? I'm pretty sure I felt you jump a couple of times." He quipped.

"Well, duh, so did you." She teased back, squeezing his arm.

"Yeah, I'll admit, it got me a couple of times. But I mean, you can't really help it. When something jumps out at you with a scary face, and there's a loud noise accompanying it, you're going to get startled. It's instinct." He explained defensively.

"Mmhmm...?" Samantha teased again. Samuel chuckled and pulled the giggling girl closer as they followed the asphalt path into the tree line.

The two walked along the dark path for a few minutes, journeying further into the forest. They reached a clearing. One lonely bench sat beside the trail, lit up by a single lamppost. As they entered its orange glow, Samantha pulled out her phone, stopping as she saw the time displayed.

Samuel, noticing her sudden absence, stopped and saw a look of sudden terror on her pale face, illuminated by the bright screen. She failed to realize how long their movie had really been.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

"Uh, nothing...but...can we get going a little faster? I'm...Um...cold." She put her phone away and jogged back to his side.

"Not too scared, are we?" He teased her again, but he could tell by her lack of a reaction that she was earnest.

"No, just cold." She stated hastily. She passed him but stopped as she noticed him not following her. She turned to face him. "Can we *please* just go?" She crossed her arms with concern.

"Alright, alright." Samuel conceded. He started toward her but stopped, unzipping his jacket. "You know, I can give you my jacket if you'd like. I'm not that cold, and I'm wearing a hoodie under this." He pulled the jacket off to give it to her, but she stepped away from him, her frightened face turning up to the sky behind him.

"What's wrong? What are you looking at?" He turned around and followed her line of sight. The full moon was poking out from between the rainclouds.

"I thought it was raining tonight. I thought the clouds would be a lot heavier." She said, fear coating her tone. She looked down at her phone again, the clock displaying 11:59. "Oh god." She grabbed Samuel's hand. "We need to get home...Now!" he stumbled as she pulled on him, but he managed to regain his balance.

"Whoa, hold on, babe. What's going on?" He was beyond confused. She yanked on him again.

"Nothing! We need to go! I'll explain when we get home. Let's please, just go!" She yanked him again as she stared up at the moon. The clouds around it already giving way to a clear sky. Samuel looked back behind him to the moon, which appeared to be the source of her terror. He turned his head back to her with a grin.

"What? You're not a werewolf, are you?" He asked in jest, smirking. He didn't expect the answer he was about to get.

"Yes!" Samantha exclaimed in panic. "I am. Please, Sam, you have to believe me!" Sam scoffed, smiling at her.

"Yeah, right. Nice joke Sam, I'm not that gullible." He played the situation off like the playful joke he thought she was playing. How wrong he was.

"No! I'm not. You need to get out of here. It's too late...I...I can feel...." She groaned and held her head. Samuel scoffed.

"Yeah, ok, I believe you." He said dismissively, "Can we go home now? We can have some 'werewolf sex' when we get back. Samantha bent over, groaning and clutching her torso.

"Run, Sam." She groaned again. This time Samuel could swear he heard a growl in her voice. "Run! Get out of here! Get...Home!" A snap broke the silence between their exchanged words. It came from her face, which had suddenly extended forward by a substantial amount, mostly from her mouth. Her teeth had become noticeably pointier.

"Holy shit!" Samuel exclaimed. "A-a-are you alright, babe?" He asked, genuinely concerned and slightly panicking. He stepped toward her but stopped when a low, deep growl rumbled from her throat.

"I'm...f-fine, Sam. But...if you don't grrret home...n-now. You m-m-might n-not be." Her voice shook and rumbled in her throat. In the orange lamplight, Samuel could see jet-black hair growing thick from her hands. Hands that were now larger and bore claws instead of fingernails.

Her size suddenly shifted. She grew until her clothes started to rip. Coarse black fur poked out from the various tears in the fabric. Her face continued to extend, becoming bestial and canine. Then, her legs snapped and popped sickly, giving them a digitigrade appearance.

"Run! Now!" She commanded, half snarling. Samuel didn't need to be told again. In his panic, he stumbled over his own feet and fell backward.

"Oh fuck." He breathed out, scrambling to his feet. Then, he bolted back the way they came, heading for the tree line once he was up again.

"Rrrrrrrong way...idiot." Were her last human words spoken before the curse entirely took her. Her mind became more feral, shifting to a state of enjoyment as she took pleasure in the remaining transformations that would make her wholly a beast.

It took only a few moments more for her to complete her body's changes. When they were finished, she ripped what clothes remained off herself and turned her fully canine head up to the moon. Then, with a sharp breath, she unleashed a savage howl that could be heard for miles.

Samantha craned her head down and sniffed the air, flush with the scent of her boyfriend Samuel's smell. Blood pumped to erogenous areas, and a sudden desire to mate embodied her. But, even in her feral-like state, she knew he'd be incompatible for mating with a human. So that left only one option. To spread her curse to him and turn him.

Her canine eyes could make out his form, dashing into the woods. She darted, on all fours, for the tree line. First, she'd flank him, knowing she was leagues faster. Then she'd cut him off and pounce him. Yes...that's what she'd do.

Her brain ran off instinct now. Only when she had Samuel where she wanted would she snap out of her lust-driven trance. She huffed confidently as she ran, enjoying the thrill of the chase.

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Hearing the blood-curdling howl just behind him, Samuel ran as fast as possible through the woods. He followed the dark, asphalt path away from his changing girlfriend. His breath streamed heavily from his mouth, warm body temperature making it thicker than usual. He needed to get to safety, to get help for Samantha. But just for the time being, to safety.

Sam turned his head when he heard a loud snap emanate from his side. No longer looking at the ground in front of him, he failed to see where the roots of trees had grown under the path, cracking and pushing the asphalt up. His foot connected with an exceptionally high crack, and he momentarily sailed through the air, crashing to the ground.

Momentarily stunned and winded, he swung his head back to see the spot where his girlfriend had been previously occupying, empty. A low, deep snarl came from in front of him. He slowly, in painful suspense, cranked his head back around, petrified. He was afraid of what he was about to see.

Terror struck through his body and mind as a dark, furry figure with glowing, piercing red eyes stood before him, blocking the path out. Standing up straight on two legs, it must have been almost eight feet tall. He knew in his heart it was Samantha, but anything that once reminded him of his beloved girlfriend was gone, lost to this horrifying creature she had become.

She growled at him and snarled once more, crouching down onto all fours so she could presumably pounce on him. He had to get up. He had to make an attempt to flee so he could get help.

Making several strenuous grunts, Samuel lifted himself off the ground as fast as humanly possible, his feet almost slipping on the asphalt. Finally, he managed to get into a standing position and sprinted away as fast as his legs could carry him.

A uniquely loud snarl came from behind him, followed by padded, heavy footfalls, the sound of her pursuing him. He strained his legs to surge ahead as fast as he could, clawing his arms forward to gain as much momentum as possible. Adrenaline fueled him, and his heart beat in his throat.

Samuel managed to get to the edge of the clearing before a mighty, viscous jaw clamped around his lower leg. He cried out in pain, Samantha's penetrating teeth tearing through his jeans with ease, puncturing his skin. She gripped his leg and pulled back. Unable to withstand her new strength, Samuel lost balance and nearly faceplanted onto the asphalt below.

Samantha licked the blood seeping into her monstrous jaw and let out a pained whine. She released her teeth from the leg. Samuel, now free from her grasp, turned over onto his back with blurring speed.

He looked upon his changed girlfriend with fright. Her black-furred form slinked away from him on all fours, whining like an injured dog. He could make her out a lot better with the nearby lamp casting light just enough to illuminate her features.

She still had her old feminine shape, but with a few alterations. Her hips were still wide, made to look even wider by the longer spots of fur that flared from her waist. However, her shoulders had broadened, enough so that they matched the width of her hips.

Even with all the fur, he could tell that her body was pure muscle, designed to chase down prey and overpower them. Her digitigrade legs looked able to springboard her whole body from any position without effort. Her arms looked just as ferociously powerful, definitely able to take her weight and propel her forward just as well as her legs.

Her face and head were completely that of a wolf, and her triangular ears twitched while being currently folded somewhat back. The sharp, pointy teeth that had bitten him were hidden behind remorseful jowls and whiskers.

Seeing her withdrawal as a chance to get away, Samuel scrambled to his feet. The soles of his shoes scraped frantically against the pathway, slipping as he hurried. He managed to stand but cried out in pain when he put his weight on his wounded leg. Then, carrying himself, he half-ran half-limped back down the path. He prayed she didn't follow him further.

Samuel managed to get to the bench before he could go no longer, pain preventing him from continuing. Coming to a stop, the man collapsed on the bench, clutching his bleeding calf. His head pivoted to where Samantha was, but, to his relief, she had vanished.

He felt his body heating up. At first, he figured it was just because of all the sudden exertion. But the longer he sat there, nursing his wounds, he felt the heat source coming from above rather than within. He gazed up at the lamp, squinting his eyes. How much heat did that thing give off?

Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see the full moon, as big as ever. When he looked directly at it, it burned his eyes and made them feel dry. Squinting, he held his hand up to it, blocking it from his face. When his facial skin cooled, he concluded that the actual source of the heat...must be coming from the moon.

"H-how?" He asked, extremely confused. His head was swimming, fog rolling over his mind like the fog that would most likely cover the clearing in a few hours. Then, lethargically, he dropped his hand and felt the moon's radiance upon his face once more. Samuel's head pounded, so he rubbed his temples, almost forgetting about his girlfriend transforming and nearly mauling him.

The wounded man groaned. He felt dizzy, hearing his deafening heartbeat in his ears. Nausea set in, and his breath steadily deepened. "What's happening to me?" He asked groggily. The world began to spin, and soon enough, he was on the asphalt ground before him, on all fours, unable to sit upright any longer.

"Am...am I dying?" His words didn't feel like his own. He rubbed his face, only to be taken aback by the canine claws that had replaced his fingernails. "Impossible..." he whispered to himself, fear returning in full force. His hands crackled as they appeared to reshape, gaining mass and taking on a bestial state.

"No...no-" He started to protest, but his voice broke, giving way to an all-new sound. A growl. Sam groaned. His clothes were becoming far too warm and constricting. Perhaps it was because his body was growing bulkier...and hairier. The seams of his jeans and hoodie started to split. The tearing added to the sickly sound of his bones snapping and popping.

Samuel growled and gasped in anguish. His whole body hurt. Like he was experiencing all of his childhood and teenaged growing pains at once. When he opened his eyes, previously shut in pain, he saw his lower face filling the bottom of his vision.

He let out a canine wine in terror. The last of his logical, human mind reeling from the various changes wracking his body. His pants tore asunder as his legs formed a more digitigrade look. His upper body bulked up, further accentuating his male physic. Muscles changed along with his general shape, becoming tighter, more toned, and reflexive.

Sam's face continued its advance forward, pushing into a predatory muzzle. The tip of his muzzle turned black and leathery, flattening into a moist dog-like nose. His new, canine tongue ran over his suddenly sharp teeth, the teeth of a carnivore. Meanwhile, his ears crawled up the side of his now furry head, enlarging and pointing.

He growled at his transformations. They were no longer growls of pain or fear but of contentment, pleasure even. He was beginning to enjoy the shifting sensations as he entered wolfhood. The changes felt...right...

Sam's clothes burst off his body in tatters, revealing his furry, black body. A two-and-a-half-foot tail unfolded from his torn boxers. He wagged it happily as his new body soaked in the moonlight cast upon him. No longer irritating him with its warmth but caressing his body like a perfectly drawn bath.

His fur ruffled, and his claws scraped the pavement. He moved into a sitting position with a more natural feel, keeping his front hand-paws on the ground. Sniffing the night air, he smelled a familiar scent. The scent of Samantha.

Walking on all fours, he sniffed the ground over to the scraps of her clothes. He sampled her scent from the strips of fabric. A sad whine stemmed from his throat. The pain of her absence was worse than the pain she had delivered to him with her teeth. He turned his head to observe the spot where she had previously bit him. His transformation left it completely healed over and covered in coarse fur.

The ears atop his head perked up when a sudden crunch of leaves sounded from across the clearing, where the trees began. He pointed his head toward the sound and sniffed the air. The same familiar smell filled his sensitive nose. Then, on all fours, he slowly stepped onto the moist grass, ears and eyes at attention.

He stopped when he sighted two familiar glowing red eyes peering out at him from the tree line. Sniffing again, he smelled her scent and slowly continued. The other emerged from the trees, slowly stalking toward him. Both their hackles and tail raised.

Samantha suddenly bounded toward him in a manner that was entirely more friendly. Samuel was far more cautious, but as she got closer, and her scent got heavier. His hackles lowered along with his tail, and he trotted over to her. It indeed was Samantha, his mate.

The two met in the middle of the grass, sneezing to demonstrate that they were friendly. Then, they passed by each other's sides to sniff the other's rear as insurance that they were who their scents said they were.

Samantha returned to Samuel's front. The two looked into each other's glowing red eyes and made happy grunts. Samantha leaned in, licking Samuel's face before nuzzling his neck. Their tails both wagged playfully behind them. With the horrors of the curse's transformations now over and with Samuel's acceptance of his new, partial beast self, they were happy to be together again. It didn't matter if it was in this bestial form or their human ones.

They shared what could be considered a kiss. Flat canine tongues lapping at each other's mouths. Still being half-bipedal, they stood up as straight as they could to share a tall, crude impersonation of a hug.

A new scent flowed into Samuel's nose. His new beast mind knew exactly what it was. It was the scent of an aroused female, a female in heat who needed a mate to join with her. His heart began beating faster, and he panted enthusiastically.

Samantha let go of him and got back down on all fours. She circled around him, sensually stalking him, the fur on her hips flaring out to augment her looks further. Her nose sniffed the air, and she, too, could smell his arousal. The air was flush with their sexual aromas.

Finally, she ended her circle in front of him, walking away from him a couple of meters. With her rear end facing him, she bent over and lifted her tail. Before, the thicker fur around her pubic area cleverly hid her genitals. Now with her in such a suggestive position, her pussy and puckered asshole were on full display.

Her nether lips glistened with aroused excretions, almost steaming in the frigid night air. Samuel couldn't help himself, and why should he? His mate was inviting him to pounce her, to couple with her and fill her with pups.

He got back down on all fours and padded slowly toward her. His nose got right between her legs, which were perfectly at head level. He allowed himself a few good sniffs of her lady-wolf parts before continuing on.

Samuel pawed at the base of her tail, then hoisted himself onto her back. Samantha grunted in approval as he shuffled his torso further up her body with his hands on her shoulders. His seven-inch canine member slid forth from his furry sheath, ready to go to work. His tip prodded against her entrance, and she arched her back, lowering her upper body submissively.

Hunching forward, Samuel pressed into the she-wolf, her opening letting his prick slide into her with ease. Samantha 'arooed' at the feeling of his hot member displacing her needy hole. It was the first time she had ever had another werewolf couple with her. She couldn't wait to rut with her, feeling him thrust into her over and over.

As Samuel's body climbed over her form, his cock surged further into her wet folds. She was warm, snug, but not too snug. It felt remarkable to him. Then, snorting most dominantly, Samuel grabbed Samantha by the scruff of the neck, biting down hard enough not to hurt her but to show her who was in charge.

He pushed the rest of his member in her, stopping only at his knot. He knew the bulbous base would be too much for her...at least, right now. His hips bucked as he rammed into her, pulling out only to slam right back in.

Samantha cooed when he picked up speed, delivering his hot meat to every inch of her canal. As his pace continued to increase, she found herself panting, every breath outward, a hot stream of fog into the night air.

Samuel pounded into her like a jackhammer. His hands clutched her shoulders for support while his teeth continued to pull on her neck scruff like a leash. He knew she liked it that way; her body reacted so, and she knew it too. She loved having her great, alpha, werewolf mate on top of her on the moist grass, fucking her, breeding her.

Her eyes slowly slid shut as she drifted off into a world of feral happiness. Samantha let Samuel take total control. His hot breath washed over her ears, making them flutter at the sensation. His snorts and grunts told her all she needed to know about his level of enjoyment.

With each thrust, the two lost themselves ever more to their beastly lusts. They growled and huffed, bodies overcome with an animal power all its own. They gave themselves to the moon that changed them, and it graced them with its healing properties in return. They were now both delighted that Samuel could share in the curse. Samantha no longer felt a single regret for her actions, and Samuel reveled in his changes.

Samuel's thrusts got shorter and quicker, his cock staying deeper inside her each time. He was preparing her and himself for the grand finale, his knot. Then, finally, he stopped his movements so he could focus on slowly pushing the wide, round, sensitive part of his member into his bitch.

She moaned, feeling herself stretch with its girth. There was a spot of discomfort where the total circumference of it pushed its way in. Then, there was a *pop*, and Samuel's whole penis was inside her. The two snarled and groaned at the abrupt explosion of pleasure. Samuel resumed humping his bitch as she drooled from being rutted so thoroughly.

A pressure built within them. They could feel how close they were to the beautiful crescendo of climax. It only took Samuel a few more good thrusts before he let go of Samantha's neck and pointed his head up toward the moon, letting out an orgasmic howl. Samantha joined him in both howling and in orgasm.

Samuel's wolf seed pulsed into the she-wolf's stretched pussy, forcing her stomach to give as his knot sealed his load inside her. Samantha felt the alpha as he filled her, giving her pups. Images of herself, pregnant with his young, flooded her mind. These mental pictures only added to the extreme physical sensations she was experiencing.

For both of them, it was the best orgasm they had ever felt. It was raw and untamed. Their bodies had driven them to do nothing more but rut, eschewing all emotional intimacies for instinctual needs.

When the two eventually came down from this feral high, they slumped over each other, panting. They were absolutely spent from their first rut together as a werewolf couple. Samuel tried to withdraw from Samantha but found himself unable to. His knot was still lodged inside her, and it didn't feel like it was coming out anytime soon.

Samantha grunted in satisfaction. Her legs twitched from having her body so overwhelmed with sensation. They lay there on top of each other, enjoying each other's warmth in the glow of the moon. Samuel stretched his head down to tenderly lick Samantha's face. The she-wolf 'murred' in contentment. It felt like she might fall asleep.

But she couldn't bear to pass out now. There was still so much for them to explore together in their new forms. So much for her to show him. For the time being, they would rest and recoup. They had a whole moonlit night ahead of them.

The two awoke in their bed, naked and covered in soot. The sun shone brightly through the cracks in their single window's blinds as they groggily opened their eyes. They saw each other and smiled like they would after a fantastic night of sex.

They had previously stumbled home around sunrise. Having transformed back into their human forms, they'd remembered to pick up their valuables from their ruined clothes and then snuck home in the nude. Finally, tired from a night of hunting, romping, and rutting, they collapsed in their bed, falling asleep the second they hit the mattress.

"Was last night all a dream?" Samuel asked his girlfriend, vaguely remembering last night's events. She snorted and smiled at his question.

"Not a chance, silly." She reached out and bopped his nose with her finger. He wriggled it in jest, making her giggle. "It was all real...."

"Wow," Samuel said. He looked off beyond her in contemplation. "That's amazing." His eyes snapped back to hers. "Until last night, I'd have laughed off the idea of werewolves. But I guess they are real. Because I am one now. It's so crazy."

"And you're ok with that...right?" Samantha asked cautiously. The last thing she wanted was to have forced such a curse on her boyfriend unwanted. It was a lot for a person to have to live with.

"Actually? Yeah. I am. More than ok, really." Samuel stroked a strand of her hair out of her face. "Last night was the most incredible experience I've ever had." Samantha smiled and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Ok, good. You have no idea how relieving it is to know you're cool with this." She turned to look up at the ceiling. "When I change, I can't control what I do for the first little while; my instincts take over." She tilted her head back to face him. "When I first changed, and you were around, all I wanted to do was to pass the curse onto you. My drive to mate with you was too intense to ignore. That's why I bit you. I needed you to match as I was. Once I did, it sobered me up, and I backed off. I didn't enjoy hurting you so."

Samuel could see the tears pooling in her eyes and moved closer, wrapping his arms around her to comfort her.

"Hey, it's alright. You know, looking back on last night...I'm glad you did. We had so much fun together. If anything, this is something new for us to do." He kissed her forehead. "We can treat this like a...monthly date night." He chuckled. Samantha sniffled and cracked a cheerful smile.

"So you're not upset?" She asked.

"Nope. I do have some questions, though, like, is this going to happen every full moon?" he gave her a concerned look.

"Only if you're out in direct moonlight." She answered, sniffling again.

"Ok, that explains why you refused to leave the house sometimes. Well, in that case, I'll have to start planning around those nights, eh?" he smirked. She smirked back at him.

"Well, not every night. Like you said, it could be like a date night. A werewolf date night." She snuggled up close to his naked body.

"Werewolf date night it is...." He agreed, smiling back at her. The two then leaned into each other and shared a long passionate kiss. They were entering into a brand-new chapter of their relationship. Theirs was a bond that teeth and claws could never break.