Moonstruck
Repeated exposure to werewolf pheromones might cause some lingering changes to such a malleable sheep. It can be difficult to tell what's real emotion and what's the musk talking.
A birthday gift for the widely beloved Mattswolf !
The lake was lit with the last fading light of the sunset when the knight Matts and his faithful cleric Lenti arrived. They stopped by the shore, listening to the quiet sounds of the water lapping at the shore.
"Shimmershrooms only bloom under full moonlight." Matts said. "So we've got a few minutes."
Lenti nodded absently, handed Matts a basket. The blue wolf seemed almost surprised as it was handed to him, but quickly gave a polite "thank you" and held it as they waited for the sun to set.
The sheep stirred, clearly thinking of something.
"Sir Matts." He finally began, choosing his words carefully. "There's... something I wanna tell you."
Matts sighed, and Lenti felt his heart drop into his stomach. The wolf rested a hand on Lenti's shoulder and gave him a gentle, reassuring squeeze.
"I know what you're going to say." He said.
"You do?"
"I do. You're attracted to me, aren't you, Lenti?" He asked.
Lenti felt his face redden. Had it really been that obvious? And the way Matts was talking, it sounded like Matts had known for a long time. Yet, he never spoke up about it, which could only mean...
"It's... not what you think." Matts said, stopping Lenti's death spiraling train of thought, as the smallest sliver of hope remained. "I... Well, I'm not who you think I am."
"...Baa?"
Lenti watched him, his dread slowly funneling into a feeling of profound confusion.
"Lenti, well, I know you're attracted to me, because, well..." He trailed off, tortuously. Lenti waited in rapt attention, not following where he was going with this in the slighest.
"Well.. I'm a werewolf." He said, plainly.
Lenti's brain whirred as he tried to simultaneously understand what Matts had just so casually told him, and figure out just what the hell it had to do with being attracted to him in the first place.
"Werewolf pheromones, they're, uhm. They're rather potent. And, well, when a werewolf is attracted to someone, rather than going on a murderous rampage, they, uhm... they prefer to direct that energy in a more... intimate way." He explained, meandering as he spoke and only deepening sheep's confusion.
"Wait, wait, wait. You mean that you're-...?" Lenti asked.
Before Matts could reply, the sky darkened, and the sun slipped below the horizon at last. Lenti's ears folded back as he realized that the only light above them was that of the full moon, casting a silvery glow across everything and drawing both of their attentions to it.
Matts snarled, as the light began to take hold of him. His eyes were locked firmly onto the silvery orb, as his breathing became more and more ragged. Drool began to drip from his maw as his muscles and bones began to pop and shift, his frame reshaping into a more powerful, bestial form.
His clothing warped and stretched over his swelling muscles, his faithful cleric too terrified to do anything but watch as they split under his newfound strength.
"Lenti..." Matts growled, his voice still recognizable through his new, broader muzzle. Lenti was frozen in fear as the transformation completed, and in and instant, he was pinned beneath the now much heavier wolf.
It was like being a plush toy. Even pushing with all of his strength against just the one arm holding him in place, Lenti couldn't even get Matts to budge. He could only look up at Matts' eyes, searching desperately for the reassurance that his noble knight was still in there.
"Rrrelax." The beast growled, and Lenti obeyed, simply falling limp beneath his grip. "Brrreathe."
He took a deep breath through his nose, and his vision swam. There was certainly a new scent in the air - a powerful, heady, salty musk that almost stung to breathe. It was heavy and warm, so warm that it seemed to linger inside him, tingling and stirring him at a baser level.
"You've been... mine... for thrree moons." Matts growled above him. "This makes fourr."
Three moons. Four, now.
His.
Lenti could feel the heat from Matts' bestial prick swelling even before he felt it push against his belly. He glanced down and let out a shuddering breath, as the sight of such an enormous dick mixed with the mind-melting musk being rubbed into his robes. He was salivating already.
"Mine."
Even in this form, Matts was gentle. His grip was firm, but not rough, as he spread his sheep's legs apart and lined up his massive dick with sheep's entrance.
For the briefest moment, the sheep was worried about his capacity. How could he possibly take someone Matts' size?
And then it occured to him: he already had.
Matts pushed his way inside, and Lenti let out a long, whimpering bleat. Matts' dick was a snug fit, and Lenti found himself gripping Matts' fur tightly, holding on for dear life as the enormous wolf began to jackhammer him.
Matts snarled, and hunched his back over his prey, pulling the sheep's muzzle between his pecs and giving him a long, hard pull of his mind-melting musk. His eyes rolled up as the scent filled his nose, making his dick spasm and twitch against the wolf's furred abs.
The smell was beyond intoxicating. Lenti could feel his entire body tensing and relaxing with every breath, his instincts being reshaped to turn him into a submissive mate for the beast. What few inhibitions remained were being rubbed away with every shuddering breath of his musk and every gut-bulging thrust of that dick.
Matts finally hilted himself in his sheep's rear and unleashed a torrent of seed with a howl, and sheep was instinctively howling along with him. He gazed lovingly up at his dominant Alpha with glassy eyes, as Matts looked down at him and panted heavily.
Lenti nearly passed out when his Alpha pulled him into a slobbery kiss and began to thrust anew. They had a whole full month's pent up urges to work through, after all.
Matts had finally tired himself out, and was simply content to lay, hilted in his sheep and holding him in a tight cuddle. Sheep was completely out of it - drooling and bleating softly with every exhale, drunk on potent werewolf cum and musk. The tender moment was still deeply appreciated, if perhaps not understood.
"Back to normal soon." Matts growled in his ear.
"Hahh. I... lllove you..." Lenti replied.
Matts wiggled his hips around, and chuckled at the cute noises his toy made. He growled affectionately, and stroked his sheep's cum-bloated belly, and then sighed.
"You'll feel different in the morning." He said.
"Nuh uh." Sheep said. "Love you always. Forever."
Matts chuckled, and nibbled his ear.
It was a nice thought.
"Good morning, Lenti." Matts said. "I stopped by the market and picked you up some of your favorite tea leaves."
"Oh, gosh, good." Lenti bleated weakly. "I don't know why I'm so sore this morning."
"Maybe you overdid it last night?" Matts suggested.
"Probably. I don't even remember picking any mushrooms. I must have been dead tired." He yawned and reached out to accept the bag of tea leaves, only for Matts to instead fill his kettle and set it over the fire.
Lenti watched him quietly, but dropped his gaze when Matts looked over.
"Lenti." Matts said, cautiously. "Would you have any interest in, uhm. Well, maybe having a date? Some time?"
Lenti was silent, long enough for Matts to begin to wish he hadn't asked. Matts opened his mouth to speak, but Lenti cut him off.
"G-Gosh, uhm. Yeah, I would love that. Of course I would love that!" He said, his excitement overpowering his exhaustion. "I- gosh, where would you wanna go?"
Matts chuckled and rubbed the back of his head. He didn't really think he'd make it this far.
Werewolf pheromones or not, maybe it wouldn't be so bad to try?