{"sf1_id":819814,"sf2_id":"B1Qo4bZm","title":"Bitch (Awakening of a Werewolf)","author":"Cirrius","words":1029,"posted_at":"2015-02-15T06:54:00.000Z","tags":["Bestiality","Canine","Dog","Female","Feral","Male","Seduction","Werewolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/819814-bitch-awakening-of-a-werewolf","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/B1Qo4bZm","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/4d/17/4d17a40e-5c66-492b-9ee1-652833215020","description":"#1 of Feral/Bestiality\n\nA large dog starts appearing outside the window of a young girl at night, changing how she looks at herself and the world around her.\nThis is a snippet of story I wrote rather quickly today, so it's in very rough format (as are most of my writings), but is nevertheless complete. There is no bestiality in this story, but it's implied.","content":"Bitch (Awakening of a Werewolf)\n\nI was never happy at home, but I didn't know just how out of place I was there until I met BigGuy.\u0026nbsp; I first saw him the day after my fifteenth birthday.\u0026nbsp; He came out of the woods bordering our property and just sat there in the shade under the trees.\u0026nbsp; Whenever I would look out my window, he would be there, staring right back at me, just watching.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; The following night, he was there again.\u0026nbsp; And the next.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI took to calling him BigGuy, due to his large size.\u0026nbsp; My father dismissed him as a stray; there were many of them around, making a living hunting out in the woodlands that ran for miles just beyond our property line.\u0026nbsp; A whole pack could live out there for years without ever being seen, but they might come into town occasionally to raid garbage or snatch up pets.\u0026nbsp; Mother told me he was probably filthy and could even be a wolf, but got into an argument with my father about wolves not coming this close to civilization.\u0026nbsp;\n\nDuring the day, I would watch out for him, but he would only come out at night.\u0026nbsp; He always seemed to know when I was watching for him, because he wouldn't appear until I walked away from the window and came back.\u0026nbsp; Then he would be sitting there, looking right at me...into me.\u0026nbsp; I became fascinated with wolves and dog-packs.\u0026nbsp; For the first time in my life, I convinced my parents to take me to the library and began reading everything I could about canines and their social hierarchy.\u0026nbsp; The Alphas, and their mates.\u0026nbsp; The more I read, the more I felt something awakening inside me.\u0026nbsp; I would fret and fidget all day and stay up late into the night watching out for BigGuy.\u0026nbsp; Once he appeared, we would gaze at each other for what felt like minutes, yet hours flew by.\u0026nbsp; Every contour of his tall, stoic body burned itself into my memory.\u0026nbsp; Whenever I would close my eyes, I would see his staring back at me from behind my eyelids.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI withdrew from everything else in my normal life.\u0026nbsp; I had already given up on school, and my parents were too busy fighting with each other over the divorce to care much about what I did during the day.\u0026nbsp; I spent more and more time alone.\u0026nbsp; Things like casual friends and music, that had felt so important before, now seemed absurd and petty.\u0026nbsp; All they did was play to the fantasy called civilization that we had built around ourselves.\u0026nbsp; The connection I felt for the dog became more real than the connection I felt toward the family I lived with.\u0026nbsp; When my mother would barge in to tell me to turn my light off and go to sleep, I would look at her like I didn't recognize her.\u0026nbsp; Suddenly my original family seemed completely alien, and the more detached I became to them, the more I yearned to be with my four-legged guardian.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI absorbed everything I could about canines, and through all of it was a word that resounded through me.\u0026nbsp; I went to see a guy I knew about who did tattoos and had him put it into my skin, yet the pain of the needle still didn't sate the burning I felt inside.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI stopped going out altogether and started sleeping during the day, spending the nights gazing out the window at my watchful canine sentinel.\u0026nbsp; My old parents would wake me up during the day to yell and scream at me, but I wouldn't hear any of it; it was as if I had stopped acknowledging their type of speech, and I would go back to waiting for my nocturnal keeper.\u0026nbsp;\n\nThen came the first full moon since my birthday.\u0026nbsp; I couldn't focus on anything even remotely \"normal\".\u0026nbsp; When I opened a book, the printed text just didn't translate into words.\u0026nbsp; I tried to lay on the bed, but would rather curl up on the floor under it.\u0026nbsp; I wanted to run - run fast, but not on my hind legs alone.\u0026nbsp; I didn't want to wear boots - I wanted to feel the grass under my paws and the night air in my fur.\u0026nbsp;\n\nSuddenly, without consciously knowing why, I jumped eagerly to the window, my trained eyes going straight to the edges of the lawn.\u0026nbsp; And there He was.\u0026nbsp; The moonlight lit His dark grey fur with silver light, seeming to create an aura around Him against the backdrop of the dark woods.\u0026nbsp; His piercing eyes locked with mine, and I stared transfixed, feeling every muscle in my body quiver with tension.\u0026nbsp; With deliberate suddenness, He stood to his feet, His eyes never leaving mine.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; My body ceased as if all my joints had frozen together at once.\u0026nbsp; I could feel myself sweating, my fingers gripping the sill with all their might, my body like a coiled spring.\u0026nbsp; With a slow, purposeful movement, He turned his body back toward the woods, looking over His shoulder at me as if waiting.\u0026nbsp;\n\nAll at once, my muscles unlocked and all the quivering energy in me was released in a wild outburst.\u0026nbsp; I threw open the window and leapt outside onto the cool grass.\u0026nbsp; As I rushed out across the lawn to Him, He turned unhurriedly into the trees while I came loping up to follow.\u0026nbsp; As I passed under the shadow of the dark, but inviting trees, I thought I heard a voice calling shrilly from the house, but I didn't recognize the words.\u0026nbsp;\n\nHow He knew, I can't say, but He knew all along that I was meant to be part of the pack.\u0026nbsp; As I knelt before Him for the first time, my mouth opened reflexively, my small tongue lolling out as He stood over me.\u0026nbsp; His own broad tongue dipped down into my welcoming mouth, His touch an affirmation of my existence, and His baring a confirmation of my roll in the pack.\u0026nbsp;\n\nI knew now what I was, and where I belonged.\u0026nbsp; As my Alpha welcomed me, the rest of my new family came out to greet me.\u0026nbsp;\n\n  \n  \n\n"}