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I swallowed my pride, pushing away from her to talk face to face.

"I... I have a secret, too." I said my own voice straining.

"Huh?"

"I have something that I've been meaning to tell you, and in a weird way, it kinda fits with all this!" I said, letting out a nervous laugh.

"If you're trying to convince me that you're a Mythic, then you better stop now. I would've smelled it on you after my first turning." she replies, rolling her eyes at me.

"No, nothing like that; it's just something I need to tell, no, show you."

I get up and attempt to open her door, it immovable nature reminding me of what she had done to hide her form.

"That whole 'Lock & Key' thing, can you remove it?" I ask.

"Why? Where are you going?"

"I have to go and get something from my house, but I I'll be back soon."

"Promise?" she asks, giving me the most authentic puppy dog eyes ever.

I reach my hand out and stroke her cheek, whispering "I promise."

I bolted downstairs, through the door, and into my car, speeding down the street and to my house in what seems like one large excited movement. I head up to my room and raid through my private area in my closet, mentally screaming 'Where is it? WHERE IS IT!?

I damn near rip apart my own closet until I feel my hand brush against something that feels like hard plastic. I reach back to grasp it revealing it to be exactly what I'm looking for, a midnight blue folder.

"Gotcha!" I shout, grabbing it and bolting downstairs. I got in my car and raced back down the way to her house as fast as I could, bursting through the door and looking at the stairs to her room with an excited smile.

I hurry up those stairs and stop myself as I grab the doorknob to her room, putting my ear to the door. A strange noise emanates from inside, sounding almost like whimpers mixed with shorts gasps and moans. I open the door, curious as to the source of this noise, and see something odd... and rather arousing.

Diana is still on her bed, but she has taken up a different position; she is sitting back on her bed, both legs up, supported by her arms, and her face buried between them. Baring the fact that had never seen anything that flexible that was sentient, except circus performers, what really got me going was the fact that she wasn't cleaning herself, but pleasuring herself!

Her legs would twitch, and her toes curl, as she shoved her snout deeper into her crotch, letting out whimpers and groans of pleasure as she continued fellatiate her own nether regions, her tongue pushing deeper and deeper. Her ministrations become faster and harder, her groans quicken in pace, and finally she reaches her climax, howling into her soaked taint as her legs jut upwards and her toes point. As her moans slow down, her legs slowly fall, almost like balloons deflating, and she looks up with a dazed look in her eye, her long wolven tongue sliding out of her privates.

"Um... am I interrupting?" I asked.

"Oh shit!" she gasps, her gaze snapping back up to me and her legs abruptly closing. "I'm sorry! It's just; you were gone for so long and... I got a little restless so... uh...."

"It's fine." I interrupt. "Besides, it's not the first time I've caught you, right." She giggles at that. "Yeah, guess not."

We sit in silence for a moment, letting the awkwardness pass us by, when Diana breaks the silence with "So, what's that 'thing' you wanted to show me?"

I take the folder and hand it to her, watching as she inspects it. She looks to me; her eyebrow raised, and asks "Your secret is a blue folder?"

"Just open it!" I scolded as she did so, obviously expecting nothing; but as she looked through it's contents, her look of expectation turned to one of surprise and shock as her hands flip through the pages faster and faster. Eventually she looks up at me, burning with questions, and asks "I-Is this furry porn!?"

"Yes...." I said "I've been a furry for two years now, found a site that was dedicated to them and was hooked ever since. Funny thing is, I actually bought a pair of fox ears and a tail that I was going to show you a few days from now, but I guess that's not all that necessary now, huh?"

"Yeah, guess not." she says, chuckling nervously. She takes a moment to take all of this in, her eyes slowly wandering to me as she does.

"So what's your opinion on wolves?" she asks, out of the blue. The tone in her voice has changed, catching me off guard, surprising almost. Instead of being worried and unsure, or even calm and nonchalant, it had become as it was at the beginning of this venture; seductive and tempting. Once I caught on to her tone, I began to smirk with her.

"It's hard to beat the classics." I reply, walking towards her.

"Is it now?"

"Yes, very hard."

I continued to walk toward her until I could lay my hand on her cheek; it was fuzzy and warm to the touch. I looked into her eyes and saw their warmth reflecting back at me, warming me to my very soul. From that point on, only one more word was needed. A word that slipped from my lips with a tender loving tone and a hint of ferocious lust as our faces grew mere inches from each other, a word that both of us wanted to say but only one of us needed to say.

"I want you!"

And finally... we kissed.

It was awkward, but definitely not unpleasant to feel her furry humanoid yet wolven lips meet mine, the warmth of her body, trapped by her fur, soothing my own. I opened my mouth and tentatively pressed my tongue against her lips, only for her to eagerly open up and draw it inside. The feeling of her tongue against mine nearly brought me to my knees; it was long and smooth, wrapping itself completely around my tongue with merely one third of its length and moving with immense dexterity. My hand moved to grasp her breast, but with my mind clouded in such ecstasy, I could do nothing but fumble around in the air.

This didn't last long however, as a furred, paw-like hand guided me to my prize. Her breasts were soft and plush, squishy even, but with firmness to it. Kneading them seemed to send both of us into further heights of arousal, her hot breath turning into grunts and groans that rumbled down my throat. I felt her tongue push deeper until I felt as if it was trying to reach my stomach, the feeling making me squeeze and knead her breast harder, eliciting a small, adorable yip from her. As our kiss became as hard and as intimate as it could, we began to settle down, our tongues acting as two lovers falling asleep in each other's embrace, and my spine shivering as her wet, oral snake drew out of my throat. When we were both fully drawn away from each other, we fell forward slightly, our foreheads connecting and eyes opening to look deeply into each other, allowing me to see the tears forming in her eyes.

"What's wrong?" I ask.

"I... it's just... I thought you wouldn't want me, and-."

Before she could finish, I silence her with another kiss; not as passionate as the last, but just as loving. We stayed like that, our eyes closed again, for only a moment and then we separated, looking into each other's eyes again.

"Don't ever think that way again." I told her. "You could be a foul demon from the very depths of hell, fire spouting from every orifice, and I'd still think you're beautiful."

She looks at me, tears filling her eyes again, and pulls me into a big hug, during which, she whispers into my ear "That was the corniest fucking thing you've ever said."

We giggle together right before diving into another kiss; but this kiss is different. Instead of becoming passionate like the first or staying calm like the second, it soon devolved into a storm of lust and desire, taking us back onto the bed behind us with her on top of me.

She tore my clothes away easily, pants and shirt flying off in one swift motion, until I was just as naked as her, my semi erect member meeting the cold air. She departed from my lips and began to kiss and lick downwards, her tongue running across my chin, then my neck, and down to my stomach.

"D-Diana!" I gasped, only to be silenced by a large, furry finger.

"Shhhh." She said. "Just be quiet and enjoy this."

She kissed and licked further down, slicking my inner thighs with her saliva, and for just a moment, brushing her tongue against my genitals, forcing my back to arch, and my maleness to stand at attention.

But then she pulls away, leaving my spit shined body to grow cold, naked against the cool night air. It stayed like this for a few minutes until I felt the warm pads of her fingers grip my legs, spreading them while gripping firmly. I was about to look up, curious as to what she was doing... until I felt her tongue wrap itself my throbbing cocks head. My eyes rolled back and my head fell to the pillow, a dopey smile splayed across my face. I close my eyes, content on enjoying the expert oral attention that I knew my seasoned lover could give me, when a strange new sensation emanates from my groin; the silky, slippery feeling on my head is snaking its way down and around my shaft, going lower, and lower... and lower!

...and when the feeling reaches its peak, it tightens!

My eyes fly open and I try to scream, sound unable to escape from my lips. I look down to see her smiling up at me with a predatory look in her eyes, her mouth open and her tongue out. Her tongue, actually, had extended to the base of the shaft, gripping and coiling around it like a boa constrictor. She begins to stroke up and down with the rhythm of my heartbeat, twisting her tongue as she does.

My head falls back to the pillow, my breath quickens... but my eyes stay locked onto her. I watch as her tongue does its damndest to push me over the edge, then calms down, letting me return back to what feels like the beginnings of climax. Her tongue is an absolute marvel, working the shaft, massaging the head, and tickling where the shaft meets the balls. But my focus was torn from my tongue covered cock as her snout came into view. Through my pleasure filled haze, I couldn't really make out what she was doing. But, as I focus more, my eyes widened with sudden realization.

She's done licking... she wants to suck.

Before I could utter a single word of protest her mouth clamps down on me, surrounding my already wet penis in a cocoon of warmth. I felt as if my heart would explode out of my chest the feeling was so intense. She bobbed her head up and down on me, continuing her ministrations as she did. Her tongue slid out as she did so, coming out every now and then and lavishing my balls. Finally, after five minutes of this oral onslaught I felt a familiar pressure building in my groin; I was going to cum soon.

"D-Diana, I'm..." I begged. As if on cue, she gave one last powerful suck, and then departed. It was a shock at first, having my manhood exposed to the cold air after being given such expert attention, left twitching in the wind. I was unsure of what she had planned and, frankly, I was scared that if she topped her last performance I might die of a heart attack! But all thoughts I currently had were torn from my mind as an even bigger sea of warmth overtook my cooled maleness.

My eyes flew open and I force my head up, gawking at the breath taking visual of her massive, furry breast hiding away my penis. Her nipples were illuminated by the moonlight coming through a window, not to big, but definitely alluring. They were erect, like eyes looking up at me, just begging to be pinched. I reach my hand up and grasp one firmly between two fingers, rolling it around and earning a gasp from my wolf vixen. In retaliation, she begins to move her breast up and down along my shaft, squeezing and rotating them as she does. My hand nearly falls away as I let out a throaty growl of sexual abandon, giving in to the heavenly sensation of two massive furry flesh mounds griping my dearest little friend. As she continues, a devious look spreads across her face, as if she plans something particularly devilish. Before I can protest, her snout dives into her cleavage, engulfing half my member, and sucking intently.

I swear I died. My heart stopped and my soul abandoned my body. This lasted for merely a second, of course, as I soon returned to my physical form and let out a silent scream of pure bliss. She begins again; work her breast and me, making sure that every single inch is wrapped in heavenly warmth. That familiar pressure was returning again, and I knew I was close. I wanted to warn her, but when I looked up, she was smiling that smile, had that twinkle in her eye; I knew she wanted it.

I just lay my head back and surrender, screaming as a mind erasing orgasm rock through me, and the warmth surging up my member. Finally I release, all of my pent up lust rushing forth in a warm liquid payload. The first few shots are swallowed, her tongue lapping it up almost instantly while her mouth acts as a vacuum of sorts, but the rest are a different story. She takes her mouth away, leaving it wide open while she presses her breast down to expose the head of my cock. A torrent of seed landed across her face and breast, pleasured gasped coming from her with each splash of white. As it ended, my limp penis slips from between her breast, still connected by a sticky bridge of white liquid ropes. As I'm finally able to keep my head up long enough, I see her licking at my load excitingly, lapping it up as if it were fine wine. Her tongue encircles her snout and lavishes her breast, digging into the fur to make sure not a single drop was wasted.

"Oh God!" she moans. "You taste sooo good!"

The imagery was already enough to make long sword sharpen again, but to hear her moaning and letting out dog like whines set my loins ablaze. Feeling like a wolf myself, I pounced her, kissing her full force on her lips, accidently tasting the last few drops of my own seed in the process. As we ravaged each other's mouths, I struck my hand down between her legs and earned myself a surprised gasp from my lover. She quivers as I stick the first two fingers in, inspecting her alien pussy. Her hair is much finer down there, allowing me to feel the flexible and soft yet leathery skin of her labia. She also reveals, unintentionally, just how much control over her vagina she has, moving muscles within it that (from how it feels) most other human women lack. I proceed by slipping in a third finger, then a forth, and soon my entire hand, and forearm, are sliding in and out of her.

"Every night." I hear her whimper. Before I can ask her what she means, she yanks my face close to hers. "Every fucking night I turned I felt like this, John! My wolf body needed you, craved you, but I could never have you because I was too afraid!"

Her voice is desperate now, and there are tears staining her cheeks. "I don't want your hand! I want you! And I want you know!"

I smile at her and withdraw my arm, watching as it shines in the moon's light, covered in her juices. No words are needed now, only actions. I push her back onto the bed and line myself up with her slit, the anticipation killing me, and then finally, i push inside.

She howls, not a long howl, but a howl nonetheless, while I moan in sheer delight. Her insides are like a snake covered in liquid fire, coiling around me and baking me in a sea of warmth. I grit my teeth, almost hard enough to crack them as my body locks up, paralyzed by the sheer amounts of pleasure being pumped into it. I power through my paralysis after a solid minute of stillness, humping slowly at first, getting a feel for her wolven form, and then gradually building pace.

"Yes! That's it! Give it to me! Mate with me!"

"My god, Diana, it's so good! It's sucking me in!" I cry out in response. The tempo of our lovemaking increases, my maleness now begging for more of her; I scramble up to her face to lock her in another passionate kiss as the speed increases.

Now I'm slamming into her, ferociously pounding her feral hole as hard as I can, listening to her cute little yelps of pleasure become untamed grunts of lust. I don't exactly remember when, but at some point she had rolled me over, and was now on top of me... and that's where things start to get interesting.

I look up as she grinds, seeing a face of sexually induced madness overtaking her, and gawk at the site of her fanged, toothy grin. Her riding becomes increasingly more aggressive as she loses control of herself little by little, until the pleasure is met with a surprisingly pleasing pain. I want so badly to ask what had gotten into her, but I was too far gone to form coherent sentences at that point.

"Who does this belong to!" she yells. Before I can ask her what she means, she slaps me, her giant, pawed, furry hand coming down on my cheek swiftly. She begins to ride faster, now showing signs of agitation. "Answer me damn it!" she yells again. "Who does this dick belong to!?"

I was frightened again. Not as much as earlier, but still afraid. I watch her as she descends into a further sex induced madness, riding as fast as she can, ignoring the fact that I'm more than a mere dildo. I wrack my brain for any reason this drastic change in character may have taken place... but it is only when I truly stare at her that I realize the obvious.

Diana was a wolf! It is in her nature to be aggressive, to fight for dominance, to be the strongest that she could be. Even when wolves play they're half serious, each ready to kill each other but never going that far. This wasn't Diana being strange; it was her being her!

That's when something stirred in me; an animal within awakened by the animal in front of me. Something for deep inside telling me to show her that I'm not just a fuck toy. I waited for the right moment, for her to be in mid ride, and then I struck, seizing both her teats forcefully and thrusting upwards. Her surprise is immediately apparent as she lets out a startled gasp, all strength leaving her for a fraction of a second. It is within this fraction that I make my move, pushing her forward and down onto her back.

Now she's vulnerable, trapped in a submissive position beneath me as I thrust so violently that it would hurt a human girl, while all it seems to do for her is raise the volume of her moans, and instead of locking into another kiss, we simply let our tongues loll out of our mouths to explore each other's faces. Amidst this exploration, however, it seems Diana finally realizes how hard I'm pounding her moans become chocked gasps and erotic growls. We continue like this for awhile, sometimes modifying our position as I drape her legs over my shoulders, and switch to one leg as I fuck her sideways. She get's me into a reverse cowgirl to try and achieve dominance once again, but I thwart her little scheme by grabbing her breast and continuing to thrust fiercely, bringing the large, powerful wolf vixen down a peg once more, eventually getting her back into missionary.

"So, how does your dick feel Diana?" I ask snidely. She responds to me with a 'fuck you' glare that remains there for awhile, but eventually turns into a lustful gaze and a wicked smile. But before I can even question her look, she wraps her limbs around me, even her tail, and digs her claws into my back, not enough to break the skin, but enough for me to really feel it! I scream and growl from the exquisite mix of pleasure and pain, calling her a sneaky bitch under my breath. As I continue to thrust, she puts her snout to my ear and whispers. "You'll have to do better than that."

Something snaps in me, and a sudden burst of strength frees me her grip as I sit up, looking down at her with a face of what could only be described as sexual wrath, watching as she becomes giddy and excited, obviously wanting to push me to this point. There's one position I haven't used yet, one that I had been saving for last... and considering what she is, she should be very familiar with it.

"Turn over." I command. She tries to asks 'what' but I interrupt. "TURN OVER!"

She recoils a bit, surprised by my demanding attitude, but does as asked. With me still inside, she turns over until she is on her stomach, legs parallel to mine.

I do not ask this time, but instead I grab her waist and hoist her up on hands and knees, thrusting deeper then I had been all night. Diana groans and I hear the sheets rip as her claws pierce through them, her snout pointing upwards as she releases a noise reminiscent of howl and moan combined. The speed of my thrust makes my hips seem like a blur. I feel a familiar pressure building up, preparing to burst forth from me, just as I feel Diana's wetness increase and her insides tighten. I know what's coming.

"D-Diana, I can't...!"

"Me neither!" she yells. "Let's do it together! Let's become one!" As she finishes talking, I pull her up so that she can hook her arms around my head and wrap her tail around my waist. As we near closer, I try desperately to pull out, but to no avail, as Diana's tail refuses to let me go.

"Diana, if I don't pull out...." "I'll take care of it!" "But Diana!" "I SAID I'LL TAKE CARE OF IT!"

I knew not too try and argue anymore, her mind was made up and I would just have to deal with the consequences. "Howl with me john! Please!" she begs. Our tempo increases, body heat rises, and finally, we climax.

We both let out long howls, mine sounding obviously less natural than hers, and I empty myself into her. A torrent of pure liquid warmth floods into her depth, met by her own blooming heat, as our climaxes combine into a heavenly fusing of our minds and bodies, that only this intimate a coupling can create. Finally, as our own personal heaven subsides, we collapse, with me laying on top of my beautiful wolven goddess. We lay silent for awhile before I speak.

"Wow, Diana... that was... I've never made love like that before. I mean... I mean Jesus Christ Diana why didn't you tell me about this soo-?" I stop mid question as I lay eyes on a sleeping lycanthrope, a large grin plastered on her unconscious face. I smile at how cute she is, like a big puppy that just played fetch for two hours and fell asleep in the grass. I withdraw from her, trying to lay beside her, only for her to reposition onto her back and clutch me to bosom as if I were a teddy bear. I simply smile, nuzzling into my newfound fur pillows, and begin to drift off.

But before I sleep, curiosity takes hold as I reach up and scratch one of her ears, giggling to myself as her tail wags and her left leg begins to kick.

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I wake a few hours later, still resting on my furry mounds... only now they feel less furry now, and smaller. I look up to see that Diana has changed back, her human forms pale skin now shining in the moonlight. Slowly, her eyes begin to open, and she smiles at the site of my face. We lean in and kiss gently, right before she recoils from me and gasps.

"I almost forgot!" she says frantically. She reaches over to a nearby drawer and takes out a small capsule. She crushes in her hand, freeing some form of energy that takes the form of a purple flame and putting it to her waist. Before I can ask, she begins reciting a spell.

A child is something I do not need. So blaze within, and burn the seed.

The flame absorbs into her mid section, glowing brightly and making her wince before dissipating. She breathes a sigh of relief and looks over to me and says. "We Mythics have contraceptives too you know."

We each chuckle for a moment, our laughter subsiding as we look into each other's eyes and hold each other close.

"I'm so happy." Diana says, her voice cracking slightly.

"Me too Diana... me too."

We nuzzled into each other, falling back asleep as we waited for the rising sun to bring the new day... and a new life for both of us.

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