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“These woods are so beautiful!" Samantha Brooks gasped as she gazed out at the sea of verdant pine trees–teeming with busy squirrels and flitting birds. She stuck her chubby arm out of the open window and let the slightly cool late-summer mountain air slip through her fingers.

“Yeah, definitely," Frank Brooks said, somewhat absentmindedly. Driving down narrow rural roads like this always made him feel uncomfortable, especially ones made of eroded dirt and gravel. If they had to turn around, they'd have to pull off a hundred-point turn at minimum.

Frank had come a hair's breadth away from forgetting their anniversary. In a panic, he'd scoured the internet for some kind of adventure within driving distance of their home in central Colorado. It came as no surprise that the entire state was damn near booked solid. He'd almost given up hope when he came upon a listing with a promising green “VACANCY" symbol next to the name. “Shadowed Moon Cabin". The rental fee had been far from cheap, but it was precisely the kind of place that would drive his wife into a fit of romantic ecstasy: Enveloped by nature, well-maintained, and equipped with a hot tub on the back porch. The place was so perfect that it felt tailor-made for her. Hopefully it would be just the thing they would need to get out of the rut they'd been in recently. As his Jeep trundled slowly up the battered drive, he found himself battling twinges of doubt.

“Look, there it is!" Samantha shouted, pointing through the windshield.

The upper floor of the house peeked down at the approaching couple through a haze of pine limbs. Orange sunlight blazed in the windows as if welcoming them. As Frank dropped his gaze back down to the road, he saw something that made his stomach burrow its way through his guts and into the driver's seat.

“Oh shit," he murmured.

Sitting to the side of the cabin's porch was a white SUV, its rear hatch open. A single rolling bag remained in the trunk.

“Maybe that's the cleaning people or something," Samantha suggested without much confidence.

“Yeah. Maybe," Frank sighed, shoving the gear stick into park and gripping the steering wheel until his knuckles turned white. Why did shit like this always happen to him?

As the couple sat in their car looking out at the cabin that was supposed to be theirs, the front door opened. Through the doorway stepped what might have been the largest man either of them had ever seen. He was clad in jeans that seemed to bulge against his massive legs, and an equally overstuffed flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up to reveal the hairy arms beneath. A gigantic white beard obscured the lower half of his face, and an Estes Park-branded trucker hat shaded his piercing eyes. He looked like a cross between Santa Claus and Paul Bunyon. He also looked like a major roadblock to their fifth-anniversary celebration. Frank sighed, unbuckled, and opened the door, stepping out just far enough to lean against it.

“Hey there, folks," the gigantic fellow called down from his perch. “Can I help you?"

“Probably not," Frank huffed, fishing in his back pocket. He fished out the receipt he'd printed, unfolded it, and held it out for the man to see. “I'm guessing you've got one of these too, huh?"

The man scratched the back of his head and grumbled something unintelligible before responding. “Yeah, I reckon I do. Damn website double-booked the place. Typical. Sorry, guys!" he said, shrugging his enormous shoulders.

It's REALLY sounding like he isn't going to be the type to let us have the place, Frank thought to himself as the passenger door to the Jeep popped open.

“Hey, mister! My name's Samantha!" she chirped, waving at the towering figure occupying their cabin. “Are you staying the entire weekend or just tonight? If it's just tonight, maybe we could find a motel or something and let you have it for now."

“David," the giant replied. “And we actually got it for the whole weekend. Already moved most of our stuff in and…uh…used the bed," David trailed off, scratching the back of his head even more vigorously. “Damn, I hate awkward situations like this."

_Used the bed…_Frank wondered before the answer to his question came strolling out of the cabin. The woman was roughly the same age as her companion and damn near as thick as he was too. Her matronly face was framed by flowing locks of gray hair, which brushed against the shoulders of her Broncos t-shirt. Judging by her very obvious lack of bra and inside-out pajama pants, she'd no doubt thrown those clothes on in a hurry.

“Hon', what's the deal?" the woman asked David, throwing a bashful wave down at the couple by their car.

“Damn website sold us both the cabin at the same time, Lisa!" David replied, throwing up his hands in exasperation.

“Oh no!" Lisa groaned, folding her arms self-consciously over her slightly saggy breasts. “That's awful! I'm real sorry, guys!"

“It's not your fault," Frank reassured her. “Look, you're clearly settled in and…uh…everything. So we'll just head back into town and try to find a hotel."

“Not gonna find one, I'm afraid," Lisa said, shaking her head sadly. “Any lodging near here is booked months in advance. Whitewater rafters and hikers, mostly. Honey, isn't there something we can do?"

David shot his woman an uncertain glance, his beard bunching up as he scowled beneath it. He clearly just wanted these people to leave their love nest in peace.

“Actually, we have a tent in the back!" Samantha offered, hiking her thumb toward the back of the Jeep. “And it looks like this place has a big yard! We can pitch it by that firepit behind the house."

Oh, dear God, Frank moaned internally. Please veto this idea. I just want to go home at this point.

David sighed. “I just don't know. This is kind of a romantic thing we'd planned, and–"

“Now, wait!" Lisa scolded him. “I don't see the harm in it. The yard is plenty big, and it's going to be cloudy tonight. Nobody's even going to be able to see the moon! The clouds are gonna roll in any time now!"

“Lisa!" David rasped through his teeth.

The old woman placed a finger over her lips and stared apologetically back at her man before returning her eyes to the younger couple.

“What I meant was, I don't see any problem with you folks camping out. But only for tonight though, if you don't mind," Lisa continued sheepishly.

What the hell was that all about? Frank wondered as David's footsteps thundered down the porch steps and toward the open hatchback.

“Shitty situation, huh?" David grumbled directly to Frank as he pulled the luggage out of the car and slapped the hatch shut slightly harder than he probably should have. “You sure you're okay sleeping in a tent out here?"

“Eh–" Frank began.

“Sure," Samanatha answered on her husband's behalf, flicking a warning glance in his direction. “We camp all the time. It's no big deal."

“Alright," David acquiesced before returning to the porch with his bag dangling from one bear-sized hand. “Be safe out here, kids."

Samantha and Frank watched as the couple walked back inside the cabin that was meant to be theirs. Lisa favored them with a sad smile and dainty wave as she closed the door behind them and slid the bolt home. Without a word, Frank went to the rear of the Jeep and began putting together the means to salvage this abortion of a romantic weekend. There was a Wal-Mart-Special tent that claimed (dubiously) to be water resistant, a large flannel blanket they kept just in case they got stranded in a snowstorm, and a bag of miscellaneous supplies that included first-aid and fire-starting tools.

“Here," Frank said, handing the small box of supplies off to his wife. “We'll need to gather some kindling and raid their woodpile. At the very least we can sit by the fire together."

“Yes, sir!" Samantha chirped, raising her hand in a reasonable facsimile of a Boy Scout salute.

As the couple set up their tent and prepared to start their fire, the clouds did indeed roll in–just as Lisa had foretold. Before long, the tell-tale pattering of scattered raindrops crackled against the forest floor and plinked off of the cabin's metal roof.

Great, Frank thought to himself. Just fantastic.

He glanced up to the cabin just long enough to see David's enormous figure looking out over the backyard from a second-floor window. The man shook his head, before turning around and vanishing back into the room beyond.

—

“I'm sorry about all this," Frank mumbled for at least the dozenth time since they'd arrived. Rain droplets sputtered and spit as they fell unwittingly into the firepit embers.

“It's alright," Samantha said for at least the dozenth time. “We're snuggled under a blanket in a nice, dry tent watching a roaring…well, a campfire. That's plenty romantic enough for me. And maybe a little later tonight, we can zip up the flap and keep each other warm."

“Yeah, babe," Frank sighed, uncertain whether he could convince his soldier to rise to the occasion in the face of all this misery and disappointment. He supposed that he could, given the proper motivation.

The lights had gone out in the cabin some time ago. Frank supposed that if they were anything like his own grandparents, they went to bed at 9 PM and woke up at 5 the next morning. Or maybe they were “using" the bed again. As the rocky soil pressed into his ass through the tent floor, Frank found himself yearning for the warmth of his own bed. He moved his hand to his wife's thigh and warmed his fingers against its familiar softness.

“Look! You can see some stars! About time!" Samantha gasped, pointing at a rapidly growing gap in the clouds. As the fluffy vapor drifted apart, a gorgeous tapestry of twinkling galactic sparkles was unveiled. “I love the way the night sky looks out here away from the city."

“For sure," Frank agreed. But he was no longer looking at the stars. Instead, his gaze was fixated on a huge silhouette just barely visible in the upstairs window of the cabin. Were they being watched? What the hell did that old bastard hope to see?

“Oh, look!" Samantha cried out, thrusting her finger up toward the sky. “That's the biggest moon I've ever seen!"

Frank reluctantly turned his eyes away from the window and glanced up. Jesus, she wasn't kidding, he marveled. I didn't know it could get that big.

The silvery sphere dominated the sky. Every detail of its pockmarked and blotchy surface was visible, like a photo straight out of a NASA calendar. Samantha raised her phone and snapped a picture before tossing it back into the tent and leaning against Frank's shoulder.

“You know, the moon has always kind of turned me on," Samantha whispered, running her hand down her husband's belly.

“Sam, what are you talking about?" he chuckled, casting a quick glance toward the cabin window. The figure was gone.

“I dunno," Samantha sighed, reaching down to the crotch of Frank's khakis and running her thumb gently over the length of his cock.

Frank was quite relieved to find that he could, in fact, rise to the occasion.

The couple slid backward into the tent, Frank zipping up the flap so quickly that it tore the fabric slightly toward the end. A problem for Future Frank. Right now, nothing could be less important. Frank tackled his wife from behind and threw the thick blanket over their bodies while she squealed and thrashed halfheartedly against his grappling. Her giggly protests turned into a low moan as Frank's lips began sucking and pecking the nape of her neck. Under ordinary circumstances, he liked to treat his wife to all the foreplay she could stand before diving in. But something about tonight was igniting an incredible urgency in him.

Maybe it's the moon, Frank mused as he yanked his wife's pants and panties down to her thick thighs, pressing a hand against the familiar warmth of her bare ass. With practiced ease, he tore his belt open and shoved his waistband down without even bothering to unbutton and unzip. His cock slapped against the cleft of her cheeks and began probing at the junction of her thighs. His glans slid against fevered flesh, but couldn't find its intended goal.

“Remember," Samantha gasped, reaching between her legs to guide him in. “It's always lower than you think."

The old saying was as true as ever. The erection that had been rubbing against her pubic mons was now nestled between warm, wet labia. Inch by inch, he disappeared into her welcoming sex.

Crash

The entwined couple froze, their wide eyes boring into the closed tent flap. Samantha's vagina fluttered around her husband momentarily as surprise and fear surged through her. Something had absolutely exploded in the direction of the cabin. What followed was the unmistakable sound of broken glass and wood clattering against the gravel driveway…and a woman's scream of anguish.

“No!" Lisa's voice cried out. “You have to resist!"

Samantha jolted her hips forward, unsheathing her husband into the cool night air. She yanked her trousers up, shoved on her shoes, grabbed the flashlight, and fumbled with the tent's zipper.

“Don't be–" Frank began as he stuffed his soggy penis into his own pants. He'd intended to tell her not to be a hero and insert herself into a potentially dangerous situation (an all-too-common admonition in their marriage), but there was nothing to be done. Cell service was non-existent out here. If something horrible had happened to the older couple, there were no other “heroes" coming to help. And as a nurse, Sam was probably the best asset they had if anyone had been hurt in whatever the hell was happening in that cabin.

The frazzled pair piled out of the tent and stumbled into an unsteady run toward the front of the cabin. As they rounded the corner of the home, they stopped in their tracks to take in the bizarre sight illuminated by the harsh beam of Samantha's flashlight.

Lisa was slumped against the door frame, her clothes tattered and her hair hanging over her face like a veil. The door itself lay flat on the gravel driveway. Countless shards of glass glittered in the moonlight next to the slab of wood. The railing to the porch had been bowed outward by the force of the debris crashing against it. David was a massive fellow, but this was beyond anything a human could do without explosives. Even more unsettling was the trail of blood that dribbled over the wreckage and toward the woodline. It was no surprise. There was no way a living creature could cause that much destruction without tearing themselves to shreds in the process.

“Please," Lisa moaned. “Help…"

Samantha looked up at her husband, her face pressed into a grimace of determination he knew very well.

“I'm grabbing the first aid kit and going after him," she whispered. “Stay here with her and try to see if her phone is any more useful than ours."

“Babe, I don't know…" Frank sighed, recalling the man's massive bulk.

“I do," Samantha replied before sprinting to the back of the Jeep and throwing open the hatch. She grabbed the lunchbox-sized first aid kit from the trunk and raced off toward the trees. Her flashlight's beam rapidly vanished into the thick foliage separating the driveway from the forest. Now there was only a bewildered man and a sobbing woman, illuminated by moonlight.

“Wait…don't," Lisa gasped to the younger woman. Her plea went unheard beneath the crashing of tree limbs as Samantha plunged into the darkness.

“Shit," Frank spat while jogging over toward Lisa. “Hey miss, what the hell happened? How'd the door end up over th–"

Frank's question faded into stuttering nonsense syllables as Lisa raised her eyes to meet his. Beneath the sweaty mass of gray hair, an unbelievable transformation was taking place. The lower half of her face had extended into a muzzle lined with sharp, predatory teeth. A shining, wet canine nose flared at its tip. Gray and white fur sprouted from her face in a way that reminded him of his childhood dog, Biscuits, toward the end of his life. Both of her irises glowed like a ring of blue fire.

“I'm still in control, but not for long," Lisa moaned through her canine snout, extending a shaking, clawed hand toward him. “My husband is going to need my help. I hope like hell your wife won't."

“Oh god, Sam!" Frank cried, turning on his heel and preparing to dash into the woods himself.

“No, please!" Lisa cried out, scrabbling forward on her hands and knees with shocking speed–her claws digging into the porch timbers. “There's something specific you'll need to do to help us regain control of our Gift. It's the only way. The generation of Orgone Energy."

Frank skidded to a stop at the summit of the porch steps. This woman sounded like some kind of new-age lunatic trying to sell him something. His instincts told him to disregard her completely. But his instincts had nothing useful to say about a human woman undeniably transitioning into some kind of canine creature right in front of him. He was in uncharted territory, for sure. And to think, just a minute or two earlier, he had been balls deep inside his wife. He hadn't even had time to completely lose his erection yet.

“So if I help you with this…'Oregon Energy', you can stop your husband?" Frank stammered. “How? I don't even know what that is!"

“First, it's 'Orgone"," Lisa growled, as she reached for the waistband of her battered sweatpants. “Secondly, this is how you generate it."

Without further explanation, the half-mutated woman yanked her pants and underpants down past her thighs. A bushy tail was visibly lengthening from the base of her spine like some kind of bizarre tree. With a quick hopping motion that was almost comical, she turned her bare rear to the astonished man. All the parts he'd expected to see were present and accounted for–and still obviously human. However, a carpet of gray fur was growing slowly and steadily across the thick globes of her ass and her chubby labia. The way they glistened suggested that they'd seen a fair amount of action somewhat recently.

“Wha–Huh?" Frank choked, heat growing in his cheeks.

“Any sexual activity generates what I need. Once you've experienced enough pleasure, I'll be able to absorb enough power to stop myself from changing!" she shouted over her shoulder. “Just stick it in. It's fine, but you've got to hurry before the hunger takes me!"

This was insane. No matter how obviously supernatural this situation was, could he really just take his penis–still wet from his wife's body no less–and shove it into a strange woman like this? Frank's wedding ring felt like it was strangling his finger like a noose. “I-I don't…"

“GRAH! Can't wait!" Lisa snarled. She spun around and leaped at the petrified man, her predatory teeth latching onto the waistband of his pants and ripping them down his front in a strip like they were made of cheap wrapping paper.

“JESUS LADY, CALM DOWN!" Frank pleaded as he tumbled onto his ass, his penis slapping painfully against his balls.

Icy tendrils of terror raced through the hapless man's veins as the creature opened its deadly maw and began to slurp and lap haphazardly between his spread thighs. Her canine tongue juggled his balls before slapping against the hardening shaft of his member. Frank realized with some embarrassment that Lisa would absolutely be able to taste his wife's pussy as she pleasured him, but there was no sign at all that the older woman cared.

“More! Faster!" the half-transformed beast demanded. She took the base of his penis between two clawed fingers and rapidly nibble-slurped the sensitive string of taught flesh just below his circumcised head. “This is where you boys like it, right?" Lisa rasped before returning her attention to his banjo string.

Apparently, it was very much where he liked it. Despite the presence of pointed wolven teeth glimmering mere millimeters away from his most tender flesh, his meat soon pulsated to life. Even the fat vein on the left side of his shaft that only appeared when he was really worked up was fully present and accounted for.

“Not bad," Lisa remarked, grabbing the base of Frank's wet prick and waggling it as if to test its rigidity.

“Thanks, I guess," Frank gasped between panting breaths. “But are you–"

“Done?" Lisa asked, straddling the bewildered human's waist and squatting low over his bouncing shaft. “Getting there, but not quite."

“Wai–!!" the bewildered man protested before his cry turned into a groan.

A surprisingly tight sleeve of flesh squelched down Frank's length until the thick, chubby labia sat splayed around its base. Frank was no virgin. He'd been in a handful of different women before meeting his wife. Lisa, however, was clearly different. Her internal muscles felt like they were squeezing and stroking him even as her hips remained completely stationary.

“What the hell is going on in there?" Frank moaned, staring into his partner's bestial face.

“Kegels, for one," Lisa sighed, running her clawed hands along Frank's belly. “Secondly, I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm currently transforming." As if to punctuate her point, her tail swept across his thighs.

“Shit, wait!" Frank gasped, raising himself up on his elbows. “Does that mean I'm about to be in a…dog…wolf vagina?"

“If you don't shut the fuck up and cum quickly, probably," Lisa replied. “Now, let's get to work."

The half-wolf woman moved her hips as though she were a drunk Spring Breaker trying to stay on a mechanical bull. But unlike a bull, Frank had no hope of throwing his rider. All he could do was clutch at the porch beneath him and moan as internal flesh slid unpredictably around his engorged cock. He could feel his glans being squeezed and scrubbed as the woman's internal anatomy shifted. Sticky, tacky fluids lubricated his overwhelmed sex while still applying just enough agonizing friction to make his nerves sing. A familiar sensation was building in his loins.

“Oh shit…please…" Frank pleaded, not really knowing what he was asking for.

“Shoot it in me," Lisa growled, her head fully lupine now. “I've fucking missed young dick so much."

For a brief moment, Frank wondered if his wife would be able to hear him if he screamed. But it didn't matter either way. He was going to.

“Ah…AHHHHHH!" Frank cried, the flesh of his throat pulled tight against the tendons beneath. Semen painted the inside of the enchanted creature sitting flush with his lap.

“Hoo yeah, that's the stuff," Lisa moaned. She suddenly lifted her hips, pressing her huge hand over her crotch as his penis slid free from her body and plopped against his thigh. The boards groaned under her feet as she walked to the edge of the porch and looked off into the woods, her nostrils flaring. “I don't think you wanna see what you were just in, based on what you said earlier."

“Whatever," Frank gasped, fumbling with the tattered remains of his pants. “What about my energy? You're not changing back."

He wasn't sure what criteria a fully-fledged werewolf had to meet, but Lisa looked the part. She was a hulking bipedal wolf covered in thick, black fur marked with patches of gray that betrayed her age. Her human-style breasts were still present, but much smaller and firmer thanks to the heavy mounds of muscle that now lay behind them.

“I know. I could revert right now, but we're going to need my sniffer to find my husband and your girl," the wolfess explained, raising the hand from her crotch and sniffing it. A sticky white strand dangled from one finger. “Geez, were you saving up or something?"

“It was supposed to be our anniversary weekend," Frank sighed, looking with some dismay at Lisa's crotch. She had definitely fully shifted, and he'd definitely left a mess.

“Ah, right," Lisa replied, crouching down and pointing at her back. “Hop on. I'll carry you. Unless you plan to run through the brambles with your junk flopping around."

“R-Really?" Frank mumbled as he took a tentative step forward.

“Really."

—

Samantha stumbled through the foliage, her light casting a woefully insufficient beam on the path ahead.

“There!" she gasped, her light finding a small splotch of red on a bed of browning aspen leaves. She had been doing her best to follow the broken branches, splashes of blood, and various other clues toward where she hoped the injured man was located.

However, one additional detail along the path of destruction David had left in his wake was of some concern. Tufts of wiry black and gray fur appeared with increasing frequency on outstretched twigs and on the forest floor. Had David's blood attracted something, like a black bear? It didn't seem likely, but what else could it be? Colorado didn't really have wolves anymore, at least not outside the sanctuary she loved to visit near the Springs. Under ordinary circumstances, the idea of encountering such a beautiful creature would have made her heart flutter. But now, in the darkness of the deep woods chasing a badly injured man twice her size, it filled her with a creeping terror.

As she contemplated this, a growl reverberated through the still night air.

“Go away," a gruff voice snarled from nearby.

“David?" Samantha called. “How badly are you hurt? I'm a nurse, and I've got bandages and peroxide with me. Plus, there's some kind of animal near…by…"

Her voice trailed off as she raised her light in the direction of David's voice. A pair of piercing eyes glowed as the light reflected off of their tapetum lucidum. They were set into the enormous head of a creature she recognized as a wolf. What she didn't recognize was the body it was attached to. The naked humanoid form was covered in a layer of gray and black fur. Human skin, complete with a faded military tattoo, was visible on the creature's arms. But even as she stood gazing in wonder, she could see the fur thickening over his biceps and creeping down to his hands. Most bizarre of all was what lay between the wolf's thighs. Two large balls hung low, covered in short gray fur. A substantial human penis was being swallowed up by a canine sheath as the flesh actively transformed.

“A werewolf," Samantha gasped. “David, are you a werewolf?"

“Guess you could say that," he grunted, leaning against a tree and rubbing at his bleeding muzzle. “Look, you need to leave."

“But you're hurt," Samantha objected, taking a step forward. The potential danger of the situation was not lost on her, but she'd always been driven to help those in need–even when they didn't realize they required it. Besides, David's current form reminded her so much of the wolves that she'd mingled with at the reserve. He was massive and intimidating, but undeniably beautiful and keen. She couldn't look away from him, and not out of fear. What she felt was far closer to awe.

“It's fine," David groaned, slumping against the tree until his bushy rear hit the ground, his tail tucked between his thighs. “I just have one bastard of a headache, and I'm transforming fast. I don't know that you want to be around when that finishes."

Samantha snapped open the med kit on a fallen log and pulled out a bottle of generic aspirin. “Still want me to leave?"

David glared at her, and then at the bottle in her hand. “...Fine. Give me some of that and go."

Samantha popped open the lid with practiced ease and tapped two tablets onto her palm. After taking another glance at David, she tapped out one more. Pills in hand, she walked toward the mythical creature that sat before her, dazed and painful. As the woman drew near, David opened his maw–apparently expecting her to drop them inside. His predatory teeth glistened in her light. With a trembling hand, she reached out to deposit her payload. The tablets tumbled one by one onto the thick, muscular tongue in the werewolf's maw. When the fourth one made impact, David snapped his jaw shut fiercely. Samantha yanked her hand back and held it against her breast as she watched him swallow.

“I'll clean the cuts on your face now," Samantha spoke, retreating backward toward the med kit with her light trained on the werewolf.

“You're running out of time," David sighed. “I don't know what I'm going to do when my transformation finishes. You don't want to be around to find out."

“What usually happens when you finish?" Samanta asked, clumsily pouring disinfectant onto a square of sterile gauze while holding her light in one armpit.

“The wolven aspect of my spirit supersedes my human one. Or so I've been led to believe," David answered. “My wife and I have always been extremely careful. We never let ourselves get that far…wait, where's your husband!? Is he anywhere near Lisa right now!?" he barked, jolting away from the tree he was seated against.

Adrenaline surged through Samantha as the implication set in. The gauze fell from her hand. “Lisa, is she also…?

“Yes," David moaned, pressing his huge hands over his eyes. “And she's prone to transforming faster than I do. I hope to God she's managed to suppress it."

“You can suppress it? The transformation?" Samantha asked, stepping forward. “Can I help you do that?"

David chuckled and shook his head. “Well, yeah, you could, but…look, I'm just going to say it: It involves the energy that's generated most abundantly during sex."

Samantha's eyes went wide. “Sex? You're saying that Lisa is going to have sex with my husband?"

“If he doesn't want to get mauled by a bipedal wolf, I hope he did," David said. “And I hope you don't hold it against him. He wouldn't really have a choice…AGH!" the werewolf groaned, as he pitched forward onto his hands–both of which were now fully engulfed in fur. The transformation was nearing its conclusion. “Run! And don't run back to the cabin! It may not be safe if Lisa is still there!"

Samantha's thoughts turned to her husband, who even now might be at the mercy of a creature very similar to the one before her. Had he helped the woman gather the energy she'd needed to control herself, as David hoped? Or was he barricaded in one of the cabin's rooms, desperately trying to save himself? Or was he…no. She didn't even want to consider it.

“David," Samantha spoke, her voice almost a whisper. “If I help you, will you be able to maintain your werewolf form while still being in control? Would you be strong enough to stop Lisa if she transformed fully?"

“Yes," David replied, his eyes shining up at her. “I would be able to transform as much or as little as I choose, and my bestial aspect wouldn't be a concern."

“Then–" Samantha trailed off before shucking her pants and underwear down to her ankles all at once before she could second-guess her decision. She kicked off her shoes, stepped out of the lowered bottoms, nudged the clothes to the side, lowered herself into a sitting position before spread her bended knees apart. “What now?"

“Oh…" David moaned, his glowing irises gazing between her legs. “Oh…Oh…"

Before the words “are you okay" could begin to form on Samantha's lips, the wolf lunged forward and shoved his snout into her crotch. David's cold, wet nose smeared itself against the woman's clitoris as his enormous tongue began boring its way between her labia. Electric energy surged through every muscle in her body. Her heels gouged a path through the leaves and dirt as they kicked out involuntarily.

“Smells like I interrupted something earlier," David gasped, pulling away and licking his chops. “Sorry about that. Let me make it up to you."

And he dove back in.

The auditory aspect of sex had always been something Samantha secretly disliked. In terms of sensation, she loved it as much as anyone. But there was something about the wet and fleshy noises of lovemaking that had always made her feel ashamed and insecure. Subsequently, she was never much of a moaner–opting instead to relish the pleasure as silently as she was able. The sounds she heard now, however, were different. They were predictably moist, but there was more to it. Sharp teeth clacked against one another. A long canine tongue shlopped sporadically. And best of all were the growls–hungry and low. She could feel the werewolf's muzzle vibrating against the tender flesh between her legs. Her ears and nerves were sending signals to her brain that swirled together into a symphony of bliss. She couldn't imagine one without the other. Soon, she found herself breaking another personal taboo as she moaned in a voice she hardly recognized. Pressing her hands under her knees, she pulled them toward her chest as far as she could, demanding more.

“Amazing!" David panted, scrubbing his snuffling nose into her tingling clitoris. “I usually don't get this much energy from foreplay. I might be able to contain myself with a few more minutes of this."

Samantha's hindbrain wanted nothing less than a few more hours of this. But time was not on their side. She needed David in control so they could return to the cabin.

“Is there a way to do this faster?" she asked, guessing she knew the answer.

David pulled away from Samantha's crotch and knelt before her, his substantial human erection bobbing in the air. She couldn't be sure, but it almost looked like a bulge was forming near the base of it.

“Yes, probably," David gently pinched the base of his cock and held it upright so she could get a better look at it. “But that depends on your opinion of…especially endowed men. Thanks to my transformation, I'm probably larger than just about all of them. If it's painful, we're not going to generate much of anything."

Samantha sighed. He was definitely larger than Frank, but Frank's manhood did the job just fine. Although, as a bachelorette, her nightstand arsenal had included a particularly hefty dildo that she'd pulled out for special occasions. Taking that one was a challenge at first, but once she settled into riding it the effort had always been worth it. The latex dong had been secreted away into the trash (hidden in an empty Amazon box so it wouldn't show through the garbage bag) when things got serious with Frank, so as not to give him the wrong idea about his own (perfectly serviceable) endowment and her opinion toward it. She still thought about it from time to time, however. As she stared between the werewolf's thighs, she thought about it again.

“Okay," Samantha finally replied. “How do you want me? I assume you like it on all fours, given that you're a…well, not a dog, but you know–"

“Yeah, yeah," David chuckled. “And yes, I do like it that way. If you'd be so kind."

She rolled onto her hands and knees, sweeping away twigs from around her legs so they wouldn't dig into them. Lowering her upper body toward the leafy forest floor, she huffed as the cool night air began to chill the wetness beneath the hefty globes of her ass.

“Lovely," the werewolf growled, shuffling forward on his knees towards the presenting woman. His muscular hands draped over her butt, his thumbs spreading her intimate flesh open. “God, I can't wait."

“Then why are you?" Samantha asked, gritting her teeth and bracing for impact.

Without another word, David spat hard onto his cock before massaging the saliva onto its thick head. In his estimation, she wouldn't need much more than that. He pressed his hips forward until his fat glans snuggled into the sloppy folds between her labia. Humping forward, he found that the flesh didn't yield.

“Ah, hey!" Samantha complained.

“Sorry," David mumbled, shifting his tip. “It's always lower than I think. Or higher, in this case."

Samantha almost laughed. Men, she thought to herself. Seconds later, her mind was dominated by the sensation of the mythical beast's huge length spreading her open–filling her. When she'd used her large dildo back in the day, the speed and depth had been entirely in her hands. Now, with this wall of furry muscle crouched behind her, the idea that she was no longer totally in control sent chills of pleasure shuddering through her. David could feel her clench around him and stopped.

“You okay?" he asked. “I've got enough control over myself that I can easily stop. Just say the word."

“All good," she gasped, swaying her hips and getting used to the feeling of him dragging against her inner flesh. “Are you getting your energy?"

“Oh yeah," David growled, experimenting with shallow, gentle thrusts. “Should be good soon."

Her fingers dug into the dirt as the creature bred her. There would be soil under her nails for sure, but that was a problem for future Samantha. Right now, she was only interested in basking in the feelings that came from surrendering to the beast. He was clearly fucking her with care, afraid to harm her. But the energy flowing from her and the reciprocal bouncing of her hips against his thrusts made it clear that she was prepared for more. His hands spread her apart once again so he could look down at her stretched around his girth with eyes tuned to see perfectly in the moonlight. With his keen canine nose, David inhaled the scent of sex. His cock throbbed fiercely as it plunged into her yielding flesh. Rhythmic wet sounds and the occasional squelch of air being forced out of her reverberated through the silent mountain air. Ordinarily, she would have been perturbed by the lewd symphony their bodies were making. But now, it couldn't matter less.

“Oh! What is that!?" Samantha asked breathily, looking back over her shoulder at the wolf. The bulge that she'd seen earlier was now dipping in and out between her labia, pushing them open with each deep thrust.

“I was starting to lose control of my transformation, so my penis partially changed. It's a wolf thing," David said, self-consciously pulling the bulging portion of his manhood out of her. “I think I can make it go away in a few seconds."

“Keep it," Samantha moaned, almost not believing the words coming out of her own mouth. “I kinda like it."

“It shows," he growled, energy flowing into him as he experimentally slid the bulge at the base of his cock in and out of her distended orifice.

Though David could have easily returned to his human form, he much preferred a more beastial physiology during the primal act of sex. He and his wife had entertained many partners, both enchanted and not, during full moons. His claws could be used to rake firmly across a bare back, or to pinch a nipple with just enough pressure to ache delightfully. A brisk tail wag could introduce natural sway to his hips, allowing him to drag against his partner's interior in ways that kept them on their toes. Sharp teeth in his long muzzle might be gingerly applied to the nape of a neck as his fuzzy balls slapped ever faster against sloppy flesh. Pleasure was David's trade, and he plied it skillfully on this married woman he'd met only hours ago.

Urgent wails and gasps emerged from Samantha before being cut off by another breathtaking thrust of the werewolf's powerful hips. She loved her husband and their time in the bedroom together, but sometimes she found her mind wandering to something very much like this. Feelings of submission, being overwhelmed, being bred. The creature plunging into her possessed attributes and abilities no human man possibly could. Distantly, she wondered if she would resent the fact that she would only experience this once. Perhaps the love of a mundane man would not be enough. Ever again.

“I'm getting close," David panted. “Too human now. I've got to pull out. Might knock you up otherwise."

Samantha thought about protesting, but she stopped herself. As wonderful as she felt, this was how it had to be. With a wet slurp, David emerged into the night air. His clawed hand enclosed the glistening length of his cock before pounding up and down from base to tip. The woman watched, fascinated as the first jet of semen roared out of his tip and splashed against the ground several feet past her head.

What would that have felt like? she pondered. What would that have felt like in me?

Subsequent streams of white fluid scattered pine needles and dirt as David deliberately aimed away from her still-presented rear. Guttural growls and vocalizations rattled in his throat as the orgasm temporarily stole his reason. Gradually, as is often the case with men, understanding crept back into his eyes. He glanced around, taking stock of the situation before settling back on his haunches.

“Oof, wow," David whispered, the dribble from his tip tapering off as it swung between his thighs. “Alright, alright. We really need to go. You ready?"

“Yeah, I guess so," Samantha sighed, yanking her bottoms up over her hips. Their mingled fluids instantly soaked into the crotch, much to her chagrin. “I'm not really sure how exactly to get back, though."

“Leave that to me," David said, pointing at his canine nose. “Climb on my back. Carrying you won't be a problem for me."

She thought about objecting at first, but as she stood her legs wobbled and threatened to pitch her back onto the ground. And besides, being shy about accepting a piggy-back-ride from the guy seemed silly after accepting his penis into her body. She stumbled behind the crouched werewolf and wrapped her arms around his neck. David's powerful arms hooked under her knees as he stood up.

“Try to keep your head behind mine in case there are branches."

A shout of surprise emerged from Samantha's throat as her noble “steed" surged forward, his clawed feet dancing nimbly past outstretched roots and fallen logs. Her stomach felt like it was bouncing up into her chest with the sheer speed of the creature as he bobbed and weaved through the woods with incredible agility and power.

“I hope we're not too late," David grunted, vaulting over a rotting stump. “Lisa was never great at controlling her transformation, but–"

Samantha tightened her grip as David stumbled to a halt, her face buried in the thick fur around his neck. When she looked up again, she saw another werewolf standing before them. Its head looked very much like David's, but its body was distinctly female. Perky humanoid breasts bounced as the creature stopped its advance. Human arms were likewise wrapped around the female's neck. Frank's head emerged from behind the wolf's, his eyes wide with fright.

“S-Samantha!? Thank God."

—

The two werewolves and humans walked around the front of the cabin, surveying the damage. David carried the door back to the cabin's entrance before leaning it against the exterior to examine the hinges.

“They're all bent to hell," he growled.

“Well, there's nothing you can do about the broken glass, but I'm pretty sure we passed a hardware store in Greenville back east. I reckon they'd have hinges, at least," Frank offered, zipping up the spare pair of pants he'd fished out of their luggage.

“True," Lisa said, placing her huge hands on her hips as she stared at the mangled door. “Explaining broken glass will be a hell of a lot easier than explaining how the door ended up halfway down the driveway."

David turned away from the door, glancing back at the two humans. “Well, this is a problem for tomorrow. Let's head in. I think we need to talk."

The two couples walked into the spacious living room of the cabin. Coals glowed in the fireplace, but they provided little warmth or light.

“Have a seat anywhere," Lisa said before attempting to sit in an armchair, getting smacked in her huge lupine hips by the armrests, and settling onto the floor instead.

“Uh, I…we've never been in here before," Samantha replied, reaching around in the darkness for something couch-like.

“Oh, right. Wolf eyes," David mumbled, pulling the chain on a lamp and illuminating the room. He joined his wife on the floor and placed his arm around her furry shoulder. “So…I guess I should start with an apology."

Samantha and Frank took their places on a loveseat across from the wolves. She placed an open palm on top of her husband's thigh, and his hand fell into it just as it always had since their second date when they'd sat together watching fireworks over Pike's Peak.

“Well, if you'd told me that you were werewolves, we wouldn't have believed you," Frank began, staring at the two impossible beasts. “Although we probably would have left if you'd said that."

“Yeah," Lisa replied, pinching the bridge of her muzzle. “But then we would have fully transformed, and we could've easily made it through the woods and into a populated area before the night ended. “

“Damn forecast. The damn clouds weren't supposed to break," David grumbled. “If we can't see the moon, it doesn't have much of an impact. And like an idiot, I decided to stare out into the backyard…"

“To see if the strangers in the backyard were up to anything sketchy," Frank finished for him.

“Well…yeah, fine," David admitted.

“I tried to pull him away from the window…and I happened to glance up, so…" Lisa shrugged.

After a few moments of silence, Lisa asked a question that seemed so obvious she almost laughed.

“How did you guys end up like this?"

David glanced over at his wife and grinned before turning back to her. “Well, both Lisa and I's parents got into the whole hippy thing. Especially the free love part. Our families grew up in the same little commune, so we've been together all our lives."

“Yep," Lisa said, prodding her husband's leg playfully. “But we've been with a hell of a lot of other people in the meantime."

“Yeah, yeah," David continued, waving her away. “The hippy stuff had tapered off by the time we were old enough to move out on our own, but we were still very much into 'free love.' We got invited to a swingers' retreat by a friend of ours, way out in the woods. I'm sure you two have some idea how we felt when we walked into camp to find big-ass wolves walking on two legs."

“I think I can," Frank agreed, glancing at the two werewolves seated before him.

“There were normal humans too," Lisa recalled. “It wasn't just an orgy, it was a secret society. Humans craved the primal lovemaking lycanthropes could provide, and the wolves craved their energy. Everyone got plenty of what they wanted."

“Frank and I have talked about swapping or swinging or whatever before," Samantha offered, startling her husband out of his daydream of thrusting wolven hips and glistening human loins. “Though not unless we could find people we could trust. And it's not like we could walk up to friends at a party and ask."

“Haha!" David chuckled. “You woulda loved our friends back in the day! Asking for a shag was like asking to borrow a cup of sugar. We spent years with them until one day we got some awful news. Lis' had leukemia."

“Oh my god," Samantha gasped, pressing a hand to her mouth.

“I was scared to death," Lisa muttered, staring down at the floor. “David and I told Alabaster, who I guess you'd call the alpha wolf of our little weekend sex commune. Told him that we were headed back to the city so I could be closer to decent hospitals. Right away, he held out his hand and sliced open his palm over a bowl."

“I thought drinking blood was how you made vampires," Frank interjected.

“Hell, maybe it is," David returned, smirking a bit. “When we transform and revert, our bodies reconstruct themselves without any abnormalities. No cavities, no paper cuts, no cancer. Still age the same, though."

“We did the wolf thing for a long time with our little group, but over the years people drifted away…or died. Soon we struck out on our own, lived relatively normal lives south of Denver," Lisa explained. “We've been straight-up monogamous for quite a while now. Until tonight, we hadn't transformed either. Too dangerous without extremely receptive human friends."

“Or strangers backed into a corner," David muttered. “Again, I'm really sorry."

Silence again.

“Well…it was pretty thrilling," Samantha admitted. “And I've always thought wolves were beautiful."

Frank glanced over at his wife, still unsure if he should say what was on his mind despite what she'd just confessed. Mustering his courage, he went ahead. “I mean, I had a good time. You know, with Lisa and everything."

“Did she do the tongue thing?" David asked, miming a banjo string being plucked.

Frank nodded, his cheeks burning.

“You dog," David chided, leering over at Lisa as she shrugged.

“What's the 'tongue thing'?" Samantha asked, grinning at her man.

“Want a demonstration?" the wolfess offered, licking her chops.

Frank glanced at his wife. Then at Lisa. He nodded.

—

A cabin in the woods. Fantastical monsters with mouths full of menacing teeth. A hapless couple. It's a setup as old as time. But if you enjoy stories that end in screams of ecstasy instead of horror, you'd better hope that you've found yourself…in The Twilight Moan.