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Human's before the era of wisdom (before the modern age where people began to change their perspectives and evolve from the old archery and primitive taboos...most of them anyways) once believed that a child's rite of passage into adulthood came from achieving the conquest of sex upon their own; that a boy and girl had to mate before knowing the fruits of maturity and becoming a man and woman. This rite rang strongest within Erica's birth pack, disappointment and disgust normally enflaming a scarred heart whenever her memories recalled the grimace and arrogance of her fellow wolves bewildered and annoyed by her rebellious nature against their own nature. Tears once shed privately when she thought of her wolf parents looking down onto Erica, mortified that her own mother and father had yet to evolve with the rest of humanity ashamed that she had yet to attract a mate and potentially grow their pack; ignorantly upset when their daughter chose to break away and seize her own independence, her own life than be a slave to primitive traditions and instinctual animal nature.

Erica severed her ties to her kind, all to prove she could live any life she chose; all for her best friend who saw_her_ and not a wild mindless cold and sinful beast.

Sara...I'm sorry. I couldn't keep my promise.

Thick humid saliva accumulated quickly down the tip of Erica's lengthened canine tongue, heavy animal pants of exhilaration swelling intensely throughout her being masking her human voice, soft beastly whines filtering out aroused moans. Quivering carnivorous teeth snapped shut in an instant; her mouth jutting outward and lips stretched back in an aggressive display befitting a furious animal as whines shifted into strained snarls. The beast surfacing from within could not hide their mutual satisfaction, expressing its overwhelming excitement in being unleashed under these special conditions stirring her wolfen counterpart's natural primal desires.

Growing lupine forepaws raked the loose earth underneath her violently struggling to maintain her balance as Erica's pulsating voluptuous human form rippled and burned inside, big padded lupine toes and ebony claws shredding the ground as she adjusted her posture and embraced the feral comfort of standing back proudly on all fours like a true wolf. Clasped fangs unbound as her snarly voice weakened, her animal tongue lolled right back out resuming her heated thrilling pant as the sensation of her transforming body intensified the uncanny pleasure of returning to the wild another night.

It was safe to say; to Erica's lament, that the zealous wild rutting of her virgin horny mate added to the immense gratification riddling throughout her wolfen soul.

I'm so sorry..._Erica pleaded silently in her murky thoughts, glistening lustful golden eyes glancing sheepishly up to the starry sky, a waxing moon nearing its full cycle prying her absent gaze as it observed the united couple expressionlessly despite this prodigious sense of voyeuristic pride she believed the celestial entity exhumed. _The moon...I feel it. It's cheering us on, blessing our courtship and rebirth; welcoming its wild children back to our beginnings and approving this self-fulfilling prophecy of honoring our kind's traditions, our rite of passage.

Erica hated the thought of submitting to the whims of her animal culture, that her fight for her identity and personal independence away from the wolf's baser instincts and blood-born ideology were becoming obscured so easily simply over the smell of another strong and virile lupine stud around. Perhaps it was their species primal senses acknowledging a pup's urgency to mate and mature into an adult; controversially, a female's role to accept a young inexperienced male's lustful calls even when not in heat either to educate and usher that youngling into adulthood or to match their own repressed stirrings and fulfill each other's need for carnal pleasure, no matter what the cost.

Is he having the same experience? Is it the wolf driving him to enact his instinctual rights upon me despite our past relationship? Sara; I'm so sorry. If I had known, I could have prevented this sooner, before he became confused and trapped by his animal instincts. If I had known...I would have wished his girlfriend had fucked him first.

Resentment strengthened Erica's snarling bellow snapping her fangs shut together once again, wincing in a disturbing mixture of anguish and euphoria as the bones and muscles of her face slowly began to protrude forward; flared nose and wildly stretched lips expanded and pushed out starting to form the makings of her lupine muzzle, thin patches of her dark smoky gray fur covering the newly stretched skin. Her furious expression once more broke back into an open-wide exhilarated heavy panting, blissfully taken back by her horny mate's wild rutting as the fellow Werewolf's thrusts grew rougher and deeper within her sweltering center.

Lengthening furry pointed wolfish ears perked and folded between the swells of sexual pleasure streaming her veins and changing being, Erica's body language and voice unable to hide her feelings of rapture and accomplishment; the darker reaches of her mind belittled herself in suppressing her natural instincts this long, joyous to finally know the pain and pleasure of mating; ignorantly blocking out the stigma of her kind's cultural upbringings to slate her primal desires like the wolf she is born as; feeling the pride her pack embraces when they no longer remain a pup.

I don't know if he is feeling the same pride as I do, Sara Erica moans mentally, feral eyes blissfully locked on the ever-present gaze of the incomplete silver sphere, the sight of it and it's white rays showering upon them unmistakably fueling their need to change back into their animal forms hastily; symbolic increasing their urgency to mate successfully, to faithfully howl triumphantly to their celestial deity when the baser deed is finally done.

But...maybe this was for the best. I can continue to protect; I can teach him what it means to be a wolf and hopefully guide him away from ultimately becoming just another wild animal; to remind him of who he is and not be defined by his wolf nature. I can still do it; I can...still...save...

Guttural moans and growls huffed hotly between the two mating shapeshifters, feeling the point of no return approaching as Erica's internal walls began to close around her humping mate's wolfhood; the ravenous male's shaft swelled within her temple as she grasped hazily to the fact the two were becoming knotted. Despite all her shame and regret bubbling in her soul, Erica could no longer deny her baser needs submitting to the studs accomplished dominance eager to experience her first true orgasm as an adult wolf. Her moist folds dripped profusely between their animal sexes, delicious nectar the male found appetizing during their courtship lubricating his wolfhood so he can still pump hastily without chaffing; signally Erica's rise to the climax before the euphoric end.

...Make pup wolf. Make him wolf. Make me wolf. Make us complete. Make us wolves!

Erica focused attentively on the coming orgasm the mating pair was soon to share, mildly aware of how much more their bodies had changed in the process. She vaguely remembered catching her lustful stud in the thralls of his transformation; smelling that his instinctual desire to fornicate had unwittingly coaxed a premature metamorphosis before the full moon. The poor pup appeared confused and anxious when she found him, his chocolate brown and cream fur only sparsely sprouted over his humanoid vestige already corroding into the reshaping physique of their kind. She admits there was something cute about discovering the pup in his position, the deformed stud struggling to stand upon developed lupine forepaws and hindpaws, resorting to licking his erection the best way animal's like them can.

Was it that moment Erica claimed appeared cute that she fell hardest to her animal urges? Discovering the pup's attempt to satisfy his throbbing arousal should have been her sign that she needed to escape and keep her distance lest the male wolf discovered her back. Unfortunately for her; Erica had not been discovered immediately after, and she soon regretted her decisions thereafter. But the sight of a horny stud in her presence; the smell of his fuming arousal sneaking into her nostrils instigated her primal urges in a feverish fury. Erica's body trembled in anticipation and eagerness as her own unintentional voyeuristic tendency kindled her maddening lust to mate with another wolf, distracted by idle massages to her warming bothered womanhood from tense quivering fingers. It took little time for the pup to detect the intoxicating pheromones her body natural produced in her state of sexual readiness, turning his attention to Erica beaming feral gazes intensely between each other.

I...I had strength then. Why...why did I follow my instincts? I know who he is; I know who he belongs to. And yet; my primal instincts won over logic and reason. I thought I could be better than them; I thought I could rule my own fate, choose a mate I actually love and wish to be with forever. This can't be right; we shouldn't be soul mates. Sara...please; don't be upset with me.

Audible pops and cracks of bones realigning and muscle expanding to meet their shifting animal forms echoed in Erica's lupine ears, her voice raised almost in a beastly roar as she could feel her and her mate's human forms slipping further away, feeling relieved and proud of her returning to her wolf nature both body and mind under carnal pleasure, mating in the bodies of their true nature suggesting secretively that they would never know pleasure like this with any other mate; never with humans anyways.

Erica knew the extent of sexual euphoria quite well despite her bolstered position against sex as a rite of passage. She was by no means a virgin like her lustful mate, quite experienced in the ways of sexual performance with the few promiscuous outings she had with human males. But her cause in her playful "wanderlust" was never done to fulfill her animal instincts to breed and expand her pack; each suitor she followed to their den and bed were all hopeful attempts in finding her true soul mate, to fall in love like a human and claim her freedom from her instinctually upbringings fulfilling only her and her mate's independent desires and not of her pack.

So many...good studs...but not wolf. They weren't right to breed with me. My kind would devour those human's...save me from weaklings.

Had Erica imagined the whole thing? Had her quest to search for a soul mate among humans folly from the start? They all proved to be incompatible in the end; scared pups or devious mutts revealing their true colors, using her to slate their urges much like her kind in heat. She forgot that these evolved creatures were once primitive animals themselves; apes that unearthed their capability for higher intelligence and reasoning as much as her kind, only to easily becoming enslaved by their own dormant baser instincts to seek out any ready female they can find and fulfill their instinctual duty to mate and propagate; to achieve or embellish their status as an pup now adult. Their species really weren't that far apart equally, only humans don't have the ability or curse to devolve back to their natural animal regression as wolves do.

Wolf...wolf...wolf!...wo...wo...

Erica's species name echoed in her lust clouded mind as her body neared the end of its brilliant metamorphosis back into a large wolf. She couldn't help anymore relishing the revitalized enthrallment of feeling like an animal again; her thickening dark gray pelt nearly covering her human sized lupine figure as she raised her rump against the humping stud and rocked herself helpfully into his earnest thrusts. Half shut blissful glowing eyes squinted on the verge of closing tightly, her human voice lost to her animal's as Erica snarled furiously in excitement at the peak of her changes and her climax; her proto-muzzle growing out into its proper shape.

Wo-ooo-olf! Wooo-oo-ooo...oooh. For-give me, Sara. I didn't mean for this to happen. I...

Pain shot over her left shoulder, gasping a sharp whine eyes wide open as she felt the male wolf's fangs breaking the skin matting her fur with the trickling of her wound. Be held down aggressively by her mate indeed hurt, yet Erica found an strange heightened arousal from it as her eyes eventually relaxed and completely accepted the male's dominance over her, unable to firmly question if this sensation of masochist pleasure stemmed from her species inherited baser instinct or a deeper meaning known only to herself.

It didn't matter why she embraced this violent act as pleasurable; Erica only understood that it meant her mate was close to orgasm and assure he would not open to chance of her trying to flee from this moment now. To wolves; this meant she was claimed, they were about to be officially mates. The pup would soon fill her with his volcanic essences marking his rebirth as a full fledged adult wolf, as well as eliminating his status as virgin among the human world. Erica's virginity taken long ago; their mating would only mean that she too would no longer be consider an aged pup, ultimately making her wolf parents and her pack proud once again in their eyes once they learn of it.

It needed to be him. We both knew this would happen even before you became aware of his inner wolf. Maybe...it was his inner wolf I became attracted to. But why now; why didn't I see this before it was too late.

In the coming moment of the limit to their copulation, Erica again recalled her discovery of the male urgently seeking sexual relief; memories before that moment dreamily flooding over the scene pointing out the instances the male had observed her with infatuated admiration. His scent was not as strong those few years before, but Erica's recollection of his primal glances and aroused behavior around her should have sent out warnings long ago; that lupine blood and soul were stirring awake restlessly awaiting its freedom from its human cage. She ignored it thinking it wasn't possible for her mate to be like her, not without knowing where he came from.

And yet; one heated argument later resulting in her mate's frustrations fuming wildly upon her, growling fangs and gripping claws giving way to a feral stand-off between them; their animal scent and pheromones at their strongest, it became surprisingly undeniable that he was indeed a Werewolf like Erica and her pack. Fear gripped the both of them at the momentous reveal. Erica grew relieved that her future mate pulled himself together quickly once they both realized what was happening, but his speedily retreat out from their human den left her afraid his confused and wild state of mind could lead to someone innocent getting hurt or possibly killed...or worse. The matter felt escalated when; before his retreat, the pup admitted catching the signs as well, admitting awkwardly that powerful desires to have Erica plagued his heart and mind ever since he began to notice her with such carnal cravings; since his newly developed sense of smell identified and gradually became entranced by her lupine scent.

Warning signs. Erica knew they were there, feeling it creeping over herself. But seeing, and smelling, her mate's childish urgency to copulate elicited desires for him she never thought would occur. In turn; her blossoming instinctual yearning to have this new wolf satisfy suppressed needs overwhelmed her moral's and reason tonight, having unconsciously stimulated her womanhood near his divided attention to attract him; to provoke him. It didn't matter that she approached the horny pup naked in her human form, her lupine features only slightly pronounced then. It didn't matter if he recognized Erica or if he too understood the potential consequences of enacting upon their baser animal impulses.

They were two wolves, having yet fulfilled their rite of passage into adulthood, and they were unbearably in need to mate.

That is what Erica tried desperately to hold onto, the fact that they were simply answering the call of their kind's inherited instinctual desires; that she was helping her mate find an safe outlet to control his baser impulses (at least when sex is involved). It was better he learned now before his wolf's sexual frustrations could damage his relationship with his real future mate. Better to cheat on the side than potentially loose himself in front of his girlfriend at the worst possible moment.

Erica was helping him; helping each other...wasn't she?

Sorry...Sa-ra...

Her stud's fangs gradually unhinged over her blood coated shoulder and back, hearing his huffing breath bellow louder as soft climbing whines sounded from his agape maw, Erica finding herself matching her mate's ecstatic tone as the sensation of their transformations dulled while the zenith of their climax broke. She roared; her deep animal voice muffling a heightened human moan as her being seized and tensed to the eruption of her center contracting, limbs flexed and paws digging into the soft earth as her welcoming orgasm spread within in undulating waves. The euphoric sensation extended shortly after as she heard her mate howl triumphantly in pride, his forelegs and haunches hugging her tightly as his final few thrusts unleashed the hot current of his creamy seed inside. Erica eagerly continued to carefully press herself back into her relieved mate, milking the remaining ropes of his precious essence until only the constant stream of his less potent seed flows.

Immense gratification beams from Erica's Werewolf body, undeniably content with their successful copulation. However; hints of her shame and lament surface as she starts to understand once more what she has done. They don't feel as nerve-wracking or pestering as before, but those feelings were still hard to shake off as she looked back to her large gorgeous lupine stud removing himself from on top of her lying rear to rear, remaining tied together until their loins can relax and release them.

Sieg...I'm sorry Erica quietly apologizes within a clearing stable mind. This is my fault. I should have controlled myself. I should have stopped you. How will you handle this once you regain your senses again? How can live with myself with this betrayal looming over us now; taking away what hopeful passionate experience you must have wanted between you and Nicole.

A rush of tempered resentment took Erica off-guard, hating how much her wolf's desire to remain mated to Siegfried now might completely jeopardize his future with the exotic white Asian Autumn red head he had grown head over heels for in the last few months. The only real reason such suspicion was buried deep within Erica was her unusual scent for a human, and her uncanny sense of smell that nearly tipped them off to what they are. She didn't smell like human...but she didn't smell like a wolf either. What was so special about her?

But now; Erica may have ruined Siegfried's standing with Nicole, perhaps once he regain his humanity he will disown her and never wish to have anything to do with her. Perhaps that will be a suitable punishment for failing to abide by her own principles as a lone wolf, that if their copulating proves even more successful than she believed despite not being in seasonal heat, she would accept her fate and raise their pup alone without burdening her (planned) one-night mate to the role of father so haphazardly.

I screwed up, Sara she continued to confine secretly in the spirit of her best friend long passed into the next world unfairly by the hands of a dubious fate.

I'm sorry...I didn't mean to mate with your son, Sara. You didn't warn me he was a Werewolf like me...though that still doesn't excuse what I did. But...what does this mean? You and your mate; your husband...you were both purely human, weren't you?

The lustful deed between Erica and her godchild Siegfried remained as baffling to her as discovering his inherited lupine nature. Looking back over the exhausted and spent male werewolf left Erica with both a sheepish grin and furrowed perplexing gaze. To her knowledge; Werewolves do not have the infectious capability to turn a human into a wolf like their complied lore claims. Werewolves are born, not spread. Biting or mating with one would do nothing to transfer what the human's call "Lycanthropy" into another. Even if it was true; Siegfried stated he never was attacked by one of their kin, and Erica never laid a fang or claw upon him in the youthful years of his upbringing between her and his real parents; Sara and her human husband.

It doesn't make sense Erica believed; stumped beyond reasoning as struggled to decipher this perplexing mystery. However; other priorities comes to light as their tie weakens, whining softly as she felt Siegfried's wolfhood slip out from hers raising to his paws as he approached and affectionately nuzzled into the back of her shoulders and neck.

Such a dotting mate Erica instinctually remarked, bashfully accepting Siegfried's intimacy longing for her mate's loving touch and nuzzling embrace before rising to her own paws. I wonder if you are still in there right now, Sieg.

Churning stomach's grumble between them wincing in discomfort as they both realize they haven't hunted for food yet after their changes. Good meals were needed whenever Werewolves shapeshifted, needing to refuel their bodies so they can function the rest of the night. The two look to each other and gesture in nods and low whines and growls, agreeing it was time to satisfy their new needs.

Let's see how well you learned to hunt by now; lead the way, wolf.

Siegfried's nose is swift in action sniffing the air calmly until he starts to walk towards a specific direction, leather nose dropping to the ground as he follows the same scent of fresh deer not too far from their mating ground. The newly reborn wolf turns back to Erica barking softly and nudging his head telling her to follow before taking off in a docile sprint.

A born wolf her mind sweetly muses, tail wagging in excitement to see her mate ready and eager to start the hunt as she raced to run by Siegfried side, not just as family but as mates; ignorantly neglecting the future consequence of their coupling as she only felt elation in living the night as the wolves they were born.