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Werewolf Boyfriend

By MisstressChange

The night air was chilly, forcing Chet and Serena's breath to materialize as white clouds of condensation when exiting their mouths. Even for a Halloween night, it was chilly. Serena clung to Chet's arm, shivering in her scantly clad angel costume, her cropped coat doing little to fight the bitter cold, causing her petite frame to tremble.

"Are you sure you don't want my coat?" Chet asked.

"No!" She protested. "Then you'll be cold." She stroked Chet's well-toned arms through his letterman jacket, nuzzling her face on his sleeve. "I want my big, strong man to be warm when we get home."

Chet chuckled through his nose. "Right, and what would you want me so warm for, exactly?" He asked Rhetorically.

"Oh, you know...." She said, implying something with her tone of voice. "Cuddling... In bed..." She let her words hang in the air like the streams of their breath.

"Ah, I see...." He teased. "So my angel's gonna be bad tonight, is she?" Serena giggled before replying.

"Maybe... Or maybe I'll behave just as a good, obedient angel should. You'll have to see."

The two knew how the night would end long before the party they had just attended. The way they dressed was meant to entice each other as much as others.

They had both picked out costumes that flattered their physiques. Chet went as Zeus, sporting a thigh-high toga that showed off the muscles he had earned by going to the gym nearly every night, and Serena, whose skirt and stocking angel outfit would make most men's mouths gape just at the sight of her.

They knew the second the two got to their bedroom; those costumes would be coming off, removed by the other no less.

They wound a street corner and cut across the soccer field of a nearby elementary school. Obviously, it was vacant at this time of night, the trick-or-treaters and high school pranksters having long gone home. A cold mist carpeted the dewy grass and swirled around their legs as they walked through it. Serena shivered.

"Oooo. It's freezing here." She said through chattering teeth.

"Are you _absolutely_sure you don't want my jacket?" Chet asked again, exasperation in his voice. Serena hummed.

"Yeah, I think I'm ready for it. If you don't mind."

"Trust me. I don't mind." A smug smirk spread over his face. "I can't bang you if you're frozen solid by the time we get home."

Serena gave him a playful shove and giggled through her chattering teeth.

"Shut up, jerk."

"You know you love it." He teased. She blew a raspberry at him and shoved him again. He took his letterman off and held it open for her, and she backed into it. A light shone through the clouds above as she slid her arms into its sleeves, drawing their attention up to the sky.

"Oh! Look!" Serena squealed. "The moon's coming out!" They both stared up at the wholly spherical shape of it, wide-eyed but for vastly different reasons between them. "I heard the moon was going to be full this Halloween!" She wiggled her fingers as she said, "Spooooooky," mockingly. Chet hadn't blinked since he laid his eyes on the thing, petrified.

"Oh no." He uttered with a sense of dread.

"Huh?" Serena quarried.

"I thought it was tomorrow night...." He murmured, sounding as severe as before. Serena spun around now. There was an irritated frown on her face.

"What are you talking about?" She asked inquisitively. Chet looked at Serena, his face stricken with terror.

"You need to run home as fast as you can, Serena. And you need to run now."

Serena's face scrunched up into an incredulous sneer. "What? Why?" She demanded.

"I'll...I'll tell you tomorrow. It's not safe for you he-." Chet stopped mid-sentence to double over, clutching his head.

"Is this some kind of joke?" Serena asked. Frustration was rising in her voice. She was too cold to put up with any of Chet's tricks.

"N-no. The full moon...It changes me...." His hand went for his stomach, and he staggered back. Serena's temper was flaring up. She'd had enough.

"If you think I'm gonna fall for this lame, 'Werewolf' shtick, you're wrongly mistaken, Chet." Her arms were crossed, and her shoulders were pulled up for warmth. "I'm cold. I just want to go home."

"Pleasssse....run...home...SerenaaAAHHH." A gravelly, inhuman growl rumbled from Chet's throat as he spoke her name. It shook the fury from Serena's face and tone. She stepped backward, a startled look replacing her scorned one.

"Ch-Chet?" She asked, voice now squeaking like a mouse. "You're...joking, right?" She watched with horror as his ears changed positions, crawling up the side of his head.

Was Chet's face always that hairy? She could swear he shaved before the party.

"Get...awwwoooo!" Chet howled, a new set of vocal cords allowing the ear-piercing sound to split the night air. "Get, Rrrrr...away." He growled. Serena heard a bone-splitting crack, then another as Chet's face began to extend into a bestial muzzle. The end of his nose was blackening too.

For Serena, what was happening was undeniable. Her boyfriend was transforming into some kind of beast by the eery bluish light of the full moon. Despite it being night, it was as clear as day.

"O-h-h, m-m-y god." She stuttered. "This...this is...so...." She looked on in astonishment.

"This is so fucking hot!" She practically cheered. She chewed her bottom lip and looked on in rapt fascination. Chet looked at her like she was the one transforming into a monster.

"WhaaAAaat?!" He growled. It was all he could force out. Patches of dark grey fur began to grow from his flesh.

"I've fantasized about something like this since I was a teen." She admitted wholeheartedly. "I've always thought werewolves were fiction, 'cause, ya know, who doesn't? But if I knew they were real and that you were one no less... I'd be howling at the moon already."

Chet continued to stare at her, flabbergasted, eye-twitching from obvious discomfort, clutching his bulging muscles. "Whrrrr...What?!" Straining to ask again. Serena pivoted her weight to one hip, still keeping her arms crossed against the cold.

"Oh, fuck yeah, Chet. I've wanted to indulge my perverted desires of getting railed by a werewolf since long before we met. I just never knew I could _actually_indulge them." Chet cocked his head to the side in confusion.

"I've always wanted a big, sexy, muscley wolfman to ravage me. To pin me against a tree and breed me. Then he'd bite me and share the curse, so once a month, I'd be able to let loose, go wild, embrace the beast inside me, and hunt like a savage animal. Not to mention fucking until my heat was broken." She was nearly chewing her lip off at this point. "God, I'm fucking soaked just thinking about it."

She was right. With his shifting nose, Chet could smell her arousal, turning him on just as much as her imagination was herself.

"Rrrrr...Serrrrrena..." Chet growled. "This...rrrrr...isn't a grrrrrr...game. You nrrrrr...need to leave....quickly!" A tail sprouted from above his rear, lifting his toga as it grew longer and longer. Serena's eyes bulged as she noticed the single, massive bulge protruding from Chet's strained boxer briefs. Thick, bushy, dark-grey pubic fur forced itself out from those briefs, perfectly framing his new, larger package.

"Holy...shit." Serena blurted out, staring between his legs, imagination running wild. "This is so fucking hot...."

"Noooo! Grrrrr... Get out awoooo....of here, Sssserena." Chet strained with all his might to get a clear sentence out. "I...I can't hold back much longer...."

Serena looked on with a depraved smile and leaned against a soccer goalpost. "I'm not going anywhere, sweetheart. Not until you bite me." Chet looked as shocked as he could with an almost fully formed wolf face, his emotions still somewhat able to be expressed.

"What?!" he bit off the word, snout snapping shut in a blend of anger and disbelief.

"Uh, yeah? This is a dream come true for me, Chet. I gotta...hollow my heart." Serena said. She began touching herself, lifting her skirt for access. It was the last thing Chet would see with a rational mind before falling forward onto all fours.

His muscles bulged, still gaining mass. The toga of his costume tore in multiple places, going from a complete piece into many shredded ones. Sharp canine claws pulled at the loose tatters until all that could remain was his boxer briefs, stretched to their limits.

Serena had her hand down her lacy panties, rubbing her fingers into her well-moistened folds. Whatever new changes took hold of Chet only further aroused her. She could have sworn she was having a dream if the cold didn't nibble at her legs so much.

"Bite." She whispered to herself. Her gaze was locked onto the sharp, canine fangs that occupied Chet's snarling maw. The fur on his skin filled in the remaining gaps between the patches that covered most of him. His legs snapped. Bones and joints reshaped and recombined until they were digitigrade in shape and appearance.

What was once his short hair had lengthened and extended down his neck and back, leaving him with a thick flowing mane that was as black as the very night. His paw-like hands dug into the grass beneath him.

Using newly acquired reflexes, Chet craned his head down to his crotch and took hold of his boxer briefs between his mighty jaws. With one jerk of his head, his boxers tore free, coming apart with ease.

Chet growled, head turning up at Serena. The girl nearly came right then and there. She whimpered, but not out of terror. No. Out of sexual excitement.

Chet, whose eyes glowed bright red in the dark, took a few four-legged steps toward the girl, sniffing the air. Serena gasped and took a step back but tripped over herself, landing in the damp grass on her rear.

She gazed up at the beast that minutes before had been her boyfriend. There was a sensual yearning in how she looked at him. She licked her lips hungrily. Her legs were splayed apart; her skirt barely draped over her lady parts. She clutched the damp grass as her arms propped her up.

"Oh, no." She began, obviously feigning distress. "Please don't bite me. I'm so helpless and innocent. You could do anything to me right now, and I couldn't stop you."

Chet cocked his head as any confused dog might. Even Chet, in this bestial form, couldn't understand why his prey acted in such a manner. He bent forward and sniffed at Serena's crotch, recognizing Serena's scent. It was the only thing keeping him from pouncing on her and clamping his jaws around her neck.

"Ssss-RRrrrr-eeee-nn-aaaaaa..." Something between a growl and a croak escaped his canine throat. His glowing red eyes peered into her lustful half-lidded ones. He took a step over her, sniffing up her body. Serena gasped, then let her breath out as a sensual coo.

Chet could sense her submissiveness. His face softened, and he looked Serena in the eyes, silently pleading with her. A worried whine signified his reluctance to harm her in any way. Serena would have to get a little crafty to get what she wanted most.

"Come on, Chet. Bite me. You know you want to. Pass your curse onto me and make me a beast like you." She spoke to him enticingly as she would when she lay on their bed, inviting him to join her for a steamy night. Chet's eyes avoided her. His face turned away, and a longer whine drew from his throat.

Perhaps a more...aggressive approach would work?

Suddenly, Serena gave Chet a hard slap on his canine face. She felt terrible about doing it, of course. Not only was it like striking one's boyfriend, but also one's dog. However, it was the only thing she could think of at the time.

Chet felt the impact and yipped as his head jostled from the blow. That yip turned into a low growl as he turned his gaze back to the girl.

"C'mon, bite me, you dumb beast!" She shouted. Her open hand struck him again in the face. No yip came from him this time. When his head recovered from her hand's applied force, he grew louder. His teeth were bared, and his snout pulled into a hostile snarl.

"That's right, Chet, bite me. Show me who's boss." She went to hit him again, thinking one last slap would piss him off enough to get a violent reaction. Although, as she drew her open hand backward, the sudden lurch forward of Chet's bestial body made it clear a third strike would not be necessary.

Serena felt Chet's sharp teeth chomp down on her bare shoulder. When those fangs punctured her flesh, she cried in shock and pain. That cry took only a moment to change into one of pleasure.

Serena arched her back, moaning out into the night as Chet bit into her. Her knees raised, legs pulling closer to herself, shaking as she experienced one of the most intense orgasms of her life.

"Oh, FUCK!" She cried out blissfully.

Nothing she had ever felt before did for her what Chet's canine teeth were doing at that moment. The pain, the domination, knowing her darkest fantasy was coming true, and the knowledge that as Chet's teeth penetrated her flesh, she was bound to the same curse as him.

It was all so stimulating in so many ways. She needn't be touched to push her over the edge.

Her orgasm seemed to fade as quickly as it came. Chet released his hold of her, whimpering as he realized what he had done. He withdrew from the girl and started to run off in the direction of the small woods adjacent to the soccer field.

Serena scrambled to her feet and chased after him, despite her weakened legs and the blood trickling down her chest and back. "Chet! Come back, please! Let me change! I want to go with you!" She called to him, gulping down air as she ran. She made it halfway down the field before her legs gave out, and she fell to her hands and knees.

She felt the light of the moon on her. It shone on her as heavily as the sun would at noon on a clear summer day. At least, that's what it felt like to her, even with the frigid temperature outside. She was practically sweating.

Serena breathed in and out, each breath coming faster than the last until she was panting like a dog. Her heart beat faster too, but not out of fear. She knew what was about to happen and embraced every bit of it.

Her eyes clamped shut as a dull pain coursed through her body. The wounds on her shoulder rapidly closed as if they had never been there. She felt her ears begin to travel up her head, shifting into longer, pointed shapes.

"Yesshh. Fuck yesh." She slurred. Her tongue had become longer and flatter, making it harder to talk. It bobbed up and down from her mouth as she panted, slobber dripping off onto the grass below.

Next, her feet grew, cramping uncomfortably inside her sneakers. It wasn't long before her shoes burst at the seams, dropping scraps around her new clawed feet.

Serena dug her rear paws into the grass as the bones in her face made soft crackles. Her mouth and nose pushed out in the form of a burgeoning snout. The skin at the end of her nose blackened, and she licked at it with her new tongue.

Serena, eyes still shut, sniffed at the air around her. While her nose hadn't even finished changing, it already had the sensitivity to smell the vaguely familiar scent of...Chet...and his scent was getting stronger.

Her pointed ears twitched atop her head, rotating from their nest amongst her chestnut hair. They sought out the padding of large paws coming from in front of her. As her vision changed, allowing her to see more clearly in the dark, she could make out the stalking form of her werewolf boyfriend moving slowly toward her.

"Chet..." She murmured, still panting. "It'shh...happening." Chet gave her a grunt that might as well have said, "_I can see that, Serena, and I'm not happy about it one bit."_He padded up to her, his face getting close to hers. They gazed into each other's eyes. "I...lovth you." She said tenderly. Chet gave her a short whine in return, then licked her mouth.

Serena licked his back. She closed her eyes. The two's tongues mingled and intertwined as they kissed, at least what could be considered a kiss, with one of them having a fully grown muzzle. Serena's muzzle was getting there, growing long enough now that they could interlock with one another. She let a canine whine slip free from shifting vocal cords.

Fur grew from her face, chest, crotch, and new feet. A sprouting tail snaked up from her tailbone, lifting her skirt and exposing her sticky panties to the night. Chet ceased their sloppy kiss to sniff at her. It seemed he lost interest in her front half, stalking around her to her rear.

Serena huffed as she watched him go. She lowered her upper body, digging her paw-like hands into the grass, feeling the new leathery paw pads on her palms and fingertips. Chet sniffed at the presenting female's rear. In short order, he nipped his teeth onto her lacy panties and tugged at them, pulling them down her partially furred thighs.

"Yesh, Chet. Mate withhh meeee." She whined, wanting nothing more than to have Chet's canine bone buried deep in her yearning sex. Her tail wagged, fanning her fertile scent at him. Despite how intoxicating it was, Chet had no intention of mating with her just yet. She'd have to be complete first.

Instead, Chet sniffed at her damp, sticky folds. His tongue lapped out over her nether lips, tasting his bitch-to-be. Serena whined like a dog denied her supper, forced to watch her master eat theirs. She leaned back against his muzzle, trying to give Chet the best access to her she could.

Her legs snapped as her legs recombined, tearing her stockings in the process. She grunted at the brief flash of pain, then resumed whining at Chet's heavenly tongue. Her rear paws tore at the earth as she adjusted to her new digitigrade legs. They felt powerful. In fact, her whole body did. Her muscles gained considerable mass, causing her corset to strain and split.

"GGRrrrrrrrr," Serena growled at her changing muscles, embracing her new strength. Chet's tongue dug into Serena's sex. Her tail brushed over his face as it wagged to and fro. Her fur spread across her skin from the dense patches whence it initially grew. It flowed down and up her legs, meeting at her knees. It journeyed over her shoulders and down her arms, up to her scalp, and down her neck. Her naval section was the last of her skin to sport her new pelt.

Serena's muzzle made a few soft pops as it finalized, her maw now filled with razor-sharp canine teeth. Her hair had partially merged with her fur, creating a shaggy mane that ran down her neck and upper back, just like Chet's. The rest of her shoulder-length hair remained, taking on a dark-grey color and appearing thicker.

The last thing to change was her rational mind. She gave in to the bestial instincts expected of a wolf, letting them take over, leaving only remnants of who she was and recent memories of Chet, including his scent.

Feeling utterly complete, Serena turned her head to the night sky and let loose an ear-splitting howl. It startled Chet, and he jumped back from his place behind her, then took up a sitting position to join her in howling at the full moon.

Serena, now a full-fledged werewolf, panted happily, turning on all fours to face her furry partner. She stepped to him and licked his nose. Then, the two stared into each other's glowing red eyes, sharing longing looks. Even with their limited facial expressions, Chet could see the unrestrained happiness beaming in Serena's appearance.

Serena barked twice in Chet's face, then swatted him playfully on his snout with her paw. She turned toward the forest and motioned for him to follow her with her head. She then took off, bolting across the soccer field. Chet watched her go for a moment, then took off after her.

For Serena, running on all fours came naturally. She found it far more efficient than running on two. It was fun too! She could run so fast!

She had reached the edge of the woods in no time, powering on through the trees, darting around them, and jumping over fallen logs.

The woods had mainly been cleared of brush by local teens, who turned most of the forest floor into tracks and jumps for their bikes. It made an excellent place for a new werewolf to test her newfound agility and speed.

Serena raced along dirt paths, beaten flat by so many tires. Dust kicked up behind her as she zoomed to and fro, causing what little moonlight shone down through the trees to streak in rays.

She leaped off the top of a ramp, clearing the gap between ramps and landing far beyond with ease. Her paws slid across the dusty ground as she stopped in the middle of a clearing. She stood there panting. Even for a werewolf, she had overexerted herself a bit.

She whined, turning her head and ears in every direction, realizing she had gotten carried away and lost the location of her mate. His scent slowly came within her detection, and gradually she zeroed in on him as he got closer.

Her ears twitched, hearing leaves and twigs rustling and snapping. She squinted her eyes, and soon, Chet came into view. He stopped at the edge of the dusty clearing, looking back at her. Serena gave him a friendly sneeze, and Chet sneezed back. Her head turned up as Chet pushed himself off the ground onto his hind legs, hunching over as he stood up as straight as he could in his bestial form.

He stepped across the clearing toward her. His scent filled her nose as he approached. It reminded her how much she loved him, regardless of form. She mirrored him, pushing herself off the dusty ground, and standing on her hind legs.

Serena wobbled a little. Standing in this form was a little more challenging with her digitigrade legs. Her furry arms reached for the tree behind her, but it was just out of reach, and she began to tip. Chet's paw-like hand grasped her other flailing hand and pulled Serena into his arms. She pressed into him, leaning on him for balance. Her head pressed against his chest. She could hear his rapid heartbeat like a savage drum.

Serena wrapped her arms around Chet, gripping his fur to hold herself closer to him, feeling his body heat and flooding her nose with her scent. Chet did the same. The two grunted softly into each other's ears as the moon's light streamed down on them, warming their bodies.

They loosened their grips on each other to look one another in the eyes, sharing warm expressions for a few moments before their muzzles met in a ferocious kiss. Their maws interlocked, long tongues slobbering over one another. They swapped aroused growls and snarls as much as saliva.

The fertile scent of aroused female wafted into Chet's nose. He stepped in Serena's direction, leading her backward against the tree she had tried using as a crutch earlier. Her back pressed against it, and her arms retreated from his body to wrap around the tree at her back. Her claws dug into its thick bark, scraping along the rough surface.

The more Chet's strong, beastly body pressed her into the tree trunk, the more aroused Serena's more petite yet still savage body became. The two were caught in a feedback loop of animalistic lust. Their musks filled their sensitive noses and drove them to do what Serena had fantasized about for so long, to mate with a werewolf, as one herself.

On the other hand, Chet had never had a mate to share an evening with, not in this form, at least. His senses went wild and feverous. He broke their savage kiss to clamp his jaws around Serena's neck, right at the nape.

She grunted and whined, releasing steamy hot breath into the frigid air. His bite was hard, just as before. Just the way she liked it. Although, now she had a pelt that could withstand the pointed fangs, protecting her skin from being easily punctured.

She raised a digitigrade leg between them and forced Chet from her with a hefty push of her padded foot. Chet stumbled backward, snarling at her. Serena flashed him a more mischievous snarl. She spun in place, stretching her arms above her against the tree. Her head turned, and her glowing red eyes peered back at him. Chet's gaze moved from her eyes to her tail as it lifted, presenting her awaiting sex.

Her offering stirred something uncontrollable in him--like an instinct he'd have when he'd catch the scent of fresh prey. This was different. It was mightier than the simple impulse to hunt, to chase. It was the instinct to mate... To breed.

Serena watched Chet's member as it appeared from his sheath. It was red and shiny, and...oh, by the moon, it was big! When the knot finally appeared, it must have been twelve inches long. Serena licked her chops. She let her legs slip further apart to accommodate his length and girth. She lifted her tail further, communicating her enthusiasm. A droplet of her arousal hung from her drooling pussy, falling to the ground to be absorbed by the dry dust.

She gave him a commanding bark, snapping her mouth shut and baring her teeth, ordering him to make his move on her. Chet wouldn't need telling twice.

In an instant, he was upon her, paw-like hands wrapping around to her front, over her furry C-cups and flat tummy. The hand on her belly slid down to her hips, grasping where her leg met her torso.

His member prodded at her entrance, coaxing a whine from his mate. Her changed sex was glistening wet and radiated a constant, inviting warmth. With a short thrust, his tip slid easily into her. She grunted and whined at the sensation. After another few quick thrusts, he had six inches inside her.

Serena growled. Her claws dug into the bark of the tree, leaving visible scratches. One more long thrust of Chet's pelvis and the male slid his last four inches inside Serena, the last two that made up his knot pressing against her labia.

Serena yipped in surprise, then settled, grunting and panting. Chet began his rut, pulling out of her before quickly pushing back in. Serena's eyelids fluttered. Her tongue lolled sideways out of her maw as she gave way to his swollen member.

Chet grabbed both sides of Serena's hips, bucking cravenly into her, again and again. Serena clawed at the tree like a cat would a scratching post. It felt incredible for the both of them, and in their feral state, they gave in entirely to their lusts, thinking of nothing but sating their compulsion to breed. It was everything Serena had hoped for. But there was still one thing she wanted to do, which had lingered in her mind even after her mental shift.

She turned her head back and snarled at him, nipping at his face as he still gripped her neck. Chet took the hint and backed off, releasing his hold of her. She refused to relent, barking and growling at him, even going as far as to swipe at him with her claws.

Chet backed entirely off the she-wolf, retorting with angry growls. Why had she interrupted him so? Was he doing a poor job of breeding her? Was he an unsuitable mate?

His questions were soon answered as Serena hunched down on all fours. She paced around her mate, panting as she picked up speed. Chet's head swiveled back and forth, following her around and around. Eventually, she broke off from her circles and bounded into the clearing, coming to a skidding stop in the center. She basked in the warm, inviting glow of the moonlight.

Of course, Serena enjoyed having Chet's doggy bone buried inside her, but it didn't scratch her particular itch regarding werewolf mating. Not for her first time, at least. She wanted to rut on the cold hard ground like the animal she had become. She made it crystal clear when she bent low and lifted her tail high, exposing her dripping canine pussy to him.

Chet sniffed the air as her glistening vulva came into view. The she-wolf swayed her hips, her tail swaying with it, inviting him to finish what he had started.

Chet turned toward her on his hind legs, his stiff canine member still at attention. He let his upper body fall onto all fours and skulked up to her. His nose poked at her pussy lips. Serena growled, telling him to quit dawdling and get on with it. Chet happily obliged.

The larger male werewolf clawed at Serena's back to position himself over her, asserting a dominance he knew Serena still lusted after, even with her bratty attitude. His hot breath flowed over her ears, making her shiver and grunt.

With little hesitation or warning, Chet dug his stiff red bone inside Serena's hole, up to the knot. The she-wolf yipped in pleasure, made loose by their earlier romp against the tree. Chet jackhammered in and out of her, one paw-like hand pushing her upper body into the dust while the other hooked under her hip for leverage.

Serena whined blissfully, letting her mate take control and use her. She was truly living her deepest, darkest desire. Everything else was icing at this point.

Chet made one savage thrust into her that had his knot wedge up against her hole. The two of them growled, squeezing their eyes shut as Chet pushed the bulbous round base of his member into her, stretching her as wide as she could go. With an audible squelch, his full member slid in, and Chet's furry hips met Serena's.

The two howled out in unison. Serena felt her canine pussy stretch to its limits, and Chet felt the whole length of his knot squeezed. Chet resumed his assault on her sopping snatch, thrusting into what very little free space there was left inside. He bit down on her hackles, filling his mouth with fur and flesh.

Serena panted as if her life depended on it. Her legs strained and stretched as she bucked back against her mate's shunts into her. Her lubricated cunt squelched and sloshed as her juices spattered across the dusty forest floor.

Tension built within their bodies. They were closely reaching orgasm. Serena knew this would be like nothing she had experienced before. Chet was just glad he finally had a mate to nut in.

The two bared their teeth as the moment arrived. Serena's panting cut into a ravenous snarl. Chet grunted and whined. He snorted out his nose into Serena's ear, snaring as he drew breath.

Then...they came.

The two werewolves threw their heads to the sky and unleashed howls that could set off car alarms a mile away. Serena's legs shook, her whole body quaking as an inhuman climax rocked her feeble canine mind.

Chet's own body shook as well. His prick erupted inside her, twitching again and again, each twitch delivering another thick glob of spooge into her waiting womb while also providing jolts of sensation through his entire pelvic region.

The two writhed in savage bliss as they came, howl after howl letting loose from their toothy maws. It seemed to go on for an eternity. But nothing was eternal. Everything, eventually, had to come to an end.

Chet and Serena were left panting on the forest floor, Chet slumping on top of Serena. The male werewolf was tied to Serena and would be for a while. He licked tenderly at her face. After a few licks, she turned her face and licked his tongue back. They shared a sloppy but loving kiss together.

Serena stretched, feeling out her new body post-coitus. She reveled in what she had become. After all, it was all she had ever wanted...

Chet's eyes slowly drew open. The dull light of dawn illuminated the forest around him. He felt a tree trunk at his back, propping him up, dry brown leaves all around. He quickly noticed Serena lying on him, watching him intently with longing eyes. The two of them were nude, of course.

"Good morning to you, my big bad wolf." She greeted. Her voice was warm to his ears.

There was dried blood smearing the area around her mouth. Some of it had already flaked off. They must have gone hunting after their rut together. He blacked out after that point. The taste of rabbit lingered in his mouth. His face most likely looked much like Serena's, if not worse.

"Ugh...Morning." He replied begrudgingly. Guilt buzzed about his mind as he remembered what had happened in the beginning. He pressed his palms to his face and groaned as he dragged his fingers down to rest at his mouth. "I'm...so sorry, Serena...." He said through parted fingers. Serena just smirked at him like he was joking.

"Sorry?" She asked. "Sorry for what?" She pushed herself up as her excitement rose. "That was amazing! The transformation, the speed, the...." She paused and looked away as the memories of their 'coupling' flashed before her eyes. She looked back at him with a teasing smile. "The rutting..." Her tone took a sultry turn.

Chet lowered his hands from his face and let them fall to his sides. "But...the curse...this will be with you until you die...." Serena rolled off him and joined him against the tree, clinging to his arm.

"Well, I don't see that as a problem." She stated very matter-of-factly. "This is a dream come true for me."

"But, this isn-"

"Yeah, yeah, yeah. This isn't a game. You told me last night." She interrupted. "And you're right. This isn't a game. I've thought about the pros and cons of being a werewolf since I started fantasizing about it, and if I weren't willing to take on the risks, I would have run home the second you started changing."

"Would you still be with me?"

Serena giggled at his question.

"Oh, absolutely." She said without hesitation. "I'd sooooo be there for you. It'd be well enough knowing my boyfriend is a werewolf."

Chet looked down in thought.

"Huh," Was all he answered with. Serena craned her neck over and planted a kiss on his cheek.

"Love you." She cooed

Chet smiled and returned her kiss with his own, smooching her on the lips.

"I love you too." He said. They both looked into each other's eyes before a breaking twig drew their ire, their heads snapping to the direction it came from. After last night, the two both felt like their ears should be swiveling with attentiveness. They sat in silence, eyes darting about for intruders, but when none showed, they relaxed.

"You think we should head back home before people start their morning jogs?" Chet asked. Serena nodded, brushing bits of leaves out of her hair.

"Lead the way, mister wolf...."