The Werewife
#2 of Short Stories
A wife comes home and changes into something a bit more sexy for her husband. Inspired by a piece of artwork posted at http://www.furaffinity.net/full/14483516/, by the artist Zoy http://www.furaffinity.net/user/zoy/
The Werewife
By Michael Luvar Barnes
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T he brass handle of the door turned, the door swept open slowly before a slender female appeared at its threshold. She wore a white button down shirt along with a light blue skirt that hugged her hips as she walked into the apartment, her feet adorned with a pair of blue heels.
Her right hand flipped open the single flap of her tan purse, her keys were replaced within its confines as she shut the door. She slid the bag from her shoulder, dropping it next to a leather messenger bag at rest against a small stand with a darkened lamp on it next to the apartment entrance.
Grasping the segmented silver chain, she gave it a tug, the light illuminated her lightly tanned arm, her skin having not fully returned to its cream color after her vacation with her husband, Soran, to the Middle East. He was a jack of all trades; independently wealthy and a man that fancied himself a world saver. At times his antics left Sharona wanting her husband's more intimate touch. But the trip had changed all that, changed both of them, for the better.
Spying a flower and a note, she picked up the note, it said one word: Desire. The flower itself was a yellow and white petaled Narcissus jonquilla. In the language of flowers it stood for desire, and for affection to be returned.
Dropping the note, Sharona breathed deeply of the bloom before replacing it on the stand. She slowly began to unbutton her top. She could hear the shower running, her hearing growing even keener during the first stages of her change.
As a biologist, she had rationalized the change starting with the ears as a natural choice once the first patch of fur began to appear over the heart before spreading. Her ears melting away, as if by magic, as new fur clad ones appeared, twitching at every sound as she moved towards her bedroom.
The vacation with her husband to Sumerian ruins had blessed her and him with a gift she was only just learning how to control and study. She had learned one of the easiest methods for bringing about the change; a strong emotion to get the process going. And in this case it was sexual desire.
Reaching for her hair, Sharona's unpainted fingernails idly played with the clip that held her hair folded up; she only wore the clip due to company policy, preferring to let her tresses dangle naturally when home or out and about. With the clip removed she dropped it on the floor, her hair tumbled free, light brown strands bounced gently as she continued towards her bedroom.
As she walked she kicked off her shoes, her stockings beginning to tear as she focused within. Feeling the power surging through her chest, she let the warmth spread, feeling it spread to her groin. As she pulled her shirt off and shimmied out of her skirt her scent began to change. It had become more raw and untamed as her neither regions warmed further.
She was not a messy woman when it came to her womanly cleft. But the transformation process made her juicier than a peach, incidentally her favorite fruit. Her womanly juices steadily flowed as she grew more and more aroused. She stroked herself through her lacy underwear, humming to herself as she let her fingers idly play with her clit through the red material.
Unlacing her underwear, she tossed the panties aside and dipped her fingers inside herself and came immediately. The rush accompanied the shock of fur that spread from her belly down over her hips and lower body. Already her feet had become like those of a canine, her face began to shift as well, and as she stroked herself through another orgasm, a furry tail erupted from her tailbone, lengthening and growing as she came once more.
Smelling the mess she had created, she brought her now clawed fingers up to her nose. Her tongue lashed out and sampled her sweetness. Tangy, with a hint of the mango body lotion she loved to lather on her skin. She sucked her fingers clean, using her right hand to frig herself as her left explored her four additional nipples.
She had identified the species she hybridized with when transformed it was a husky, which was strange since they were not native to the Middle East, but she was not complaining. She tweaked one of her lower nipples, shuddering at her sensitivity and another orgasm she fingered herself through. Pausing in her pussy play, she pulled off her bra, her bosom having increased in heft thanks to the change.
While not small by any means before, her c-cups became d-cups thanks to the additional heft her body gained from her transformation. She wagged her tail as the change finished and admired herself in a full length mirror she had in her shared bedroom as she entered it.
She bit her lower lip as she admired the now familiar other shape she had. Six breasts, with the top most pair having the most heft. Sensitive pink nipples capped each successively smaller mound as her eyes traveled down her body. Each breast awash in a sea of white fur surrounded by light sandy brown fur that covered her arms, legs, and tail.
She admired her canines as she stretched and flexed. She felt powerful, sexy, and most of all knew that the man in the shower would soon breed her; and that was all she wanted as she climbed into the bed. Tail up, rear hiked up and facing the adjoining bath door. Sharona played with her now reddened and needy pussy, teasing herself and sighing happily at the thought of her husband's thick shaft penetrating her.
A shaft of light appeared, Sharona's lusty grin widened as it did, a figure was illuminated from behind, standing in the doorway, leaning against it as they admired her, steam wafting from the room they stood within the door frame of.
Oh yes, tonight would be full of desire indeed.