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Disclaimer - Look, even if you die taking a bullet for the president, you probably don't want your relatives to find this in your browser history. What follows is a tale of two strangers, some moonlight, and what should not be a surprise at all, unless you are some naive hero's mourning relatives. (This is a work of pornographic fiction. Please do not read if it would be unlawful for you to do so.)

The Baskerville Bar

It wasn't like Abdi didn't have any friends when he was growing up back in Montana . . . It was just that they generally came to him. He'd meet them doing something innocuous for school, or from other friends. Now that he had a job in Seattle . . . he didn't really know what to do with himself. His profession was strictly client by client: "integrated data-network installation." This basically meant that he installed wifi for companies, but it paid well, and he was good at it. The problem was, that it was hard to make lasting relationships with other folks when he was the modern equivalent of the cable guy.

Joining a local basketball team had seemed like a good idea, but ended up reminding him of schoolyard recess with all the childish bickering that happened. Online dating had led him into four or five uncomfortable nights where he was counting the minutes until he could slip away with some semblance of self-respect. Overall, he just wasn't very lucky when it came to hitting it off with strangers, and so, tired of rotting in his apartment and watching clips on the internet, he'd developed a sort of weekend ritual to get himself out of the house.

There were sites where you could review anything, from varieties of tulips, to drinking establishments. And so one day, when he didn't have anything better to do, he simply hit the button that recommended places nearby, and started going from locale to locale based on ratings. Some were just boutiques, which didn't hold much interest, but others were restaurants, music venues, bars, and even an arcade that was strictly for adults. He never stayed in any one of the places for long, but he tried to do at least one thing in every establishment that he visited, even if it was just glancing around at the wares, or having an appraiser.

Tonight was shaping up to be one of the days where he was going to have to call it quits after only four stops. The next thing on the list was always another bar, and the only thing to do at bars was to have a drink. He'd been pretty close to achieving something resembling small talk with a girl in the last place before her entourage had barged in and whisked her away. With a sigh, he pulled up the collar of his coat against the chill wind and blearily got out his phone to hit the "Reccomend Next!" button. The queued up destination was "The Baskerville." Abdi thumbed through the quips people had left:

"OMG, werewolf bar. Woof Woof." [+31]

"This is such a weird little place. Was so much better before pleebs started coming." [+27]

"Honestly just a hole in the wall for weirdos. Avoid it." [+6]

Two out of three wasn't bad.

Rubbing a hand over his close cropped hair and clean shaven face, Abdi marked the location, and began his three block hike down towards the slopes by the docks as the rain continued to dribble down from the scattered clouds. He'd been to places with weirder reviews that ended up pretty nice, but he didn't have any clue what they meant by a "werewolf bar." Maybe it was just a theme bar, like the Gothic club that was uptown? Or "werewolfing" could be something that was just internet speak for some new trendy way to drink? He could look it up, but that would take out half the fun.

Eventually, with the lit screen of his phone guiding him like an explorer's lantern, he turned down a cramped alleyway, and saw the two neon letters in the sign, a large cursive "BV." It wasn't a very impressive facade, with a crumbling red brick exterior and heavy curtains drawn over the old crossed wooden windows.

Steeling himself, Abdi walked inside, finding himself in a bar that was pretty much like any other, low Bob Dylan playing in the background as people murmured in every direction. The only thing that was odd was the strange mix of people. More than half of the patrons were young twenty-somethings, their voices all ringing as they looked around like the place was some kind of menagerie. The other group consisted of scrubby looking people from all ages and backgrounds, but they were mostly huddled around tables and trying to very conspicuously ignore the people staring towards them with a distinct lack of discretion.

The clothes were really what separated the groups. It was button up shirts and cocktail dresses versus a strange assortment of sweatpants, shorts, and baggy shirts that looked like they had been picked out from a local thrift shop at random. The mystery grabbed his attention as he walked up to the bar, one remaining stool available as he stood and continued to look around. There was the weather report, and the highlights of sports achievements from the day playing on TVs behind the bar, but no one really seemed to be watching them.

"What'll it be?" The somewhat portly bartender surprised him, sliding in from further down the counter.

Abdi paused. "Uhhh, what's good?" He winced as he realized how stupid that sounded at a bar.

"Scotch and soda?" The bartender shrugged, blowing at his thick reddish mustache irritably.

"Yeah. Yes, please." He laid down a ten dollar bill on the counter and slid onto the stool awkwardly, bumping against the woman next him, who had her elbows resting on the bar as she drank Rainier from a tall can. Her eyes flashed accusing daggers at him as he sat.

"Oh, sorry." Abdi held his hands up. "These things are pretty tall." He looked down below the bar, finding a braced metal rod for his feet to rest on. It seemed too awkward to just stay silent, so he plowed forwards. "So . . . what's the deal with this place?" He'd had just enough to drink that the question just kind of slid out on its own, like he was trying out a very poor Seinfeld impression.

"It's exactly what all the rest of you are saying: It's a werewolf bar." She raised her hands and shook them as if she was trying to spook a six-year-old before turning back forwards as she took another drink. Her baggy black turtleneck sagged from her arms, equally loose gray sweatpants running down from her waist, leading to a pair of garish pea green flip-flops over her thick woolen socks. "Coolest new place in town . . ." Her voice was low and a little bit gravelly, but it was oddly easy to hear the sarcasm over the din of the bar as she grumbled.

"Right . . ." Abdi nodded, accepting his drink from the bartender with a muttered thanks and five dollars in change. After taking a bitter bubbly sip, he turned towards her again. " . . . What exactly does that mean?"

"Huh?"

"Well . . . I guess I'm not seeing a whole lot of like crosses or garlic and stuff . . ."

"That's vampires." She interjected, glossy black hair that came down to just above her shoulders reflecting in the dim light of the bar.

"Well, right. But, I guess I don't see very much wolf . . . uhh, stuff."

She snorted. "Oh just wait. I'm sure in a few months there will be pentagrams and shit all over the place." She glowered at the bartender.

"Oh . . . are those werewolf things?" He puzzled over it as he tilted his head. Maybe you were supposed to like . . . summon them or something.

That drew a legitimate chuckle from the oddly dressed raven haired woman. "No, but people probably _ think _they do. All the sudden this place became a 'must see attraction,' and now they're thinking of changing it around for all the gawkers. Makes me feel like I'm in a fucking zoo." She sighed.

"Ahh, so . . ." Abdi scratched his chin. "Is werewolfing something like dive bar hopping, or . . ." He was trying to put all of the pieces together.

"What? No. Are you foreign, or something . . .?" She shook her head with a weird look, one eyebrow raised. "It's not werewolfing. It's just, you know, being a werewolf." She shrugged. "If you didn't show up for that, then why did you come here anyways?"

"It's a long story . . ." He began, feeling suddenly self-conscious.

"Well, we have plenty of time. It's not like I'm going anywhere until the moon goes down." She chuffed. "Out there everyone looks at you like you're going to take a bite out of them. It's almost as bad as it is in here now . . . Anyways, you were saying?"

"Oh, I guess it's just a little tradition I have. I just follow my phone around on the weekends, and see what all of the buzz is about." He took out his phone and showed her the app with the reviews for the bar. "This one was just next on the list. Seems a little odd considering, but a lot of places are when you get right down to it."

"Well, until a few months ago no one really came here except the regulars." She gestured down to her baggy clothes as if it explained something.

"Oh, well, I guess I'm just kind of out of the loop. Hey, sorry for bothering you, uhh . . ."

"Desa. And don't worry about it. Its nice to have people here who aren't coming for some kind of side-show." She swilled around the last of her beer before finishing the can. "Any other questions, Mr. . . ."

"I'm Abdi." He turned back towards her, taking a sip as he thought. "What exactly do people do here?"

"Wait out the moon mostly. It's a lot nicer to have a place to go instead of locking yourself up in your house. Mostly we just stay holed up down here, but there's even rooms upstairs with skylights if you just have to just . . . let it all out every once in awhile." She laughed. "Sounds pretty seedy, doesn't it?"

He laughed, this whole situation was just odd . . . but he had to admit, it was nice to have a full conversation, and her dark brown eyes seemed to pull pull him along. "I guess it does. Do you do it often?"

"Do what?"

"Werewolf?"

"Again, it's not really a verb." She chuckled. "When the moon's out it's hard not to. You get about half the month for free, but then it gets harder and harder. Letting the wolf out alone is really . . . well, depressing I guess." She swiveled around towards him. "You get really antsy, and just sitting there trying to watch Netflix feels like a huge waste."

Even though he still had a hard time pinning down exactly where the conversation was going, Abdi felt like he could relate. "So, you turn into a wolf?"

"No. I'm just a halfsy. On my father's side." She shrugged. "Same basic idea though."

"So you're a half-wolf?" He asked incredulously.

"What, you don't believe me?" She seemed taken aback.

"Well, I uhh . . ." He took a deep breath. "No I, guess I don't." Abdi shrugged. "No offense or anything." He raised his hands up.

"That is . . ." She paused, tapping a finger against her teeth as she thought. "Adorable. You really_ didn't _ have any reason to come here did you?"

"Well it was on my list, so . . ." Abdi began.

"Yes, yes, I got that." Desa interrupted him. "So what is it exactly that you do . . ."

And with that, their somewhat stilted exchange blossomed into a full fledged conversation. Abdi talked about his childhood in Montana, and working with IT, especially focused some of the crazy clients he'd had. Desa said she'd had similar experiences as an editor for technical writing. She'd lived in the city for a good five years, but was never a particularly outgoing person. A few more drinks and some small talk took well over an hour as they both gushed out their experiences in the city. In the end, they felt that they could relate to each other, except on one thing . . .

"Look, I know you still don't believe me, but you seem . . . nice. So here, let me show you." Desa turned from him towards the barkeep. "Hey, Jack. Get me a key over here."

"We raised the price ten dollars. You still want one?" The rounded man looked over his shoulder as he reached up towards the keys on the back wall.

"Put it on my tab, you Scrooge." She rolled her eyes, taking the key in her hand and grabbing Abdi as she dragged him towards the stairs in the back.

"Look, it's late, and I really wouldn't want to impose or anything," Abdi interjected, swallowing nervously as he stumbled past the crowded booths, music having changed imperceptibly to Johnny Cash.

"And leave thinking that I'm some crazy wolf lady? No no no." She opened up the stairwell. "Anyways. You seem like a nice guy, and I've still got like five hours before the moon goes down." She shrugged. "I mean, you _ can _leave if you want . . ."

"No, I mean, if you're cool with it, I just don't want to be . . . a downer?" Abdi followed her as she nearly bounded up the stairs, leading to a long narrow hallway with nearly industrial looking padded doors lining it.

"Here we go. Lucky number 7C." She produced the key and manage to slide it into the lock after a few tries, holding out a hand and ushering him into what turned out to be a somewhat worn looking room. The whole place was illuminated, by a garish yellow electric light, glinting at the clean white sheets of a bed on the other side of the room. In addition to a few small tables, there was also a Goodwill-looking sofa in one corner with a gouge taken out the side of it, yellow foam drooping out of the gash.

"Well, this is . . . quaint." Stepping into the room, Abdi rubbed his arm as he looked at the rather barren interior, some of the paint peeling off of the walls, revealing the cinder blocks underlying the drywall.

"Oh, come on. It's not _ that _bad. It's not like Jack's going to put a bunch of fancy things up here for people to trash when they wolf-out anyways." She fell back against the springy tweed sofa with a bounce.

"Right . . . wasn't there supposed to be a window or something?" Abdi shook his head. What _ was _he doing here anyways . . . She was cute, but this was crazy.

"Well, fine then," She chided. Pointing to the ceiling where there were two shutters pressed together in a large somewhat haphazard looking square. She walked over and closed the door, locking it as she flicked the old metal toggle next to the light switch "You asked for it."

Abdi laid his jacket on the table as there was immediately a metallic groan, the corrugated shutters starting to open. Desa flicked off the electric lights for dramatic effect, taking a deep sigh and walking into the middle of the room, looking over at Abdi as she clenched her hands into fists. "This is going to look a little weird, so don't freak out or anything, okay?"

She walked into the light, moonlight glinting off of her shortish jet black hair as she looked up.

Abdi sighed. Why did all of the nice people have to be crazy? "So, is that it, or . . ." Her head snapped down towards him, eyes blazing yellow in the dimness. "Holy shit!" He stumbled back against the bed, falling on his rear as her neck pulled to the side and she seemed to flinch, lips pulling back.

"Are those contacts or something? Like, is this some kind of trick or . . ." He watched as her nose started to darken and her face began to audibly creak.

A dark growl followed his question, like a saw rumbling in the moonlight as she shook her head in exasperation . . . or pain . . . or pleasure? It was really hard to tell.

Her body was beginning to strain at her once loose clothes as her hands stretched out, fingers lengthening as her nails darkened and curved into thick blunt claws. "Doff it louk fhek?" She ground out through sharpening gritted teeth, not looking at him as she suddenly felt more than a little self-conscious, stepping out of the moonlight even as she continued to change.

"No . . . I mean, goddamn." He stood up, taking tentative steps towards her and carefully resting a hand on her raising shoulders nervously as a thick ruff of plush gray fur began to prickle in around her neck. "I just didn't think . . ." He was startled as she kicked off her flip flops, heels wrenching upwards as her wool socks strained. She was now well over a foot taller than him as her thickening toes scraped off her knit socks, revealing widening animal paws. The legs of her sweats pulled up her calves, drawing Abdi's attention the gray and white fuzz of her animalistic legs. Head swimming and eyes wide, he quietly asked, "does it hurt?"

The initial response was a coarse animal chuckle. "Kind of . . ." Her voice was deeper and slightly rough "It's hard to explain." Her jaws clacked together as they got longer, now thin black lips revealing her rather pointed fangs and long canine tongue. Fishing around behind herself, Desa pulled at the waist of her pants, letting a lengthening fluffy plume of a tail wag out, hunching forwards while her black hair faded to a melange of white and gray fur with vague brown undertones.

Sleeves pulling up her forearms, her muscles bulged, huge clawed hands clenching as her palms thickened in to tough leathery pads. Abdi watched in amazement as his disbelief faded, stepping back as her ears began to pull into points, migrating up towards the top of her head. She shook herself and then stared at him with her almost luminous golden eyes while the changes slowly halted, her black nose huffing in the otherwise silent room.

The silence carried on as she turned away, fur fluffing out oddly at the edges of her clothes. "If you're scared, you can just leave . . ." Desa's tail drooped as she balled her claws into fists.

"No, I just . . ." Abdi stepped forwards. "I've never seen anything like this. Uhh, may I . . .?"

She turned to see his arm outstretched, and offered him her paw tentatively. Her hand was twice the size of his as he felt her fingers tenderly, running over her long furry digits and smooth dark paw pads. "And you've done this your whole life? This is . . . normal?"

"Pretty much." She chuckled in nervous relief as they began talking again. "I'm surprised you didn't have any wolves as friends when you were growing up. They're supposed to be pretty common in Montana." It was odd, even with her deeper more booming consonance, her voice was still distinctly _ her _.

"But how does it work? You got so much bigger . . . It just seems so impossible." He sandwiched her paw in his hands and looked up into her inquisitive yellow eyes as her ears swiveled towards him like furry satellite dishes.

"I dunno. Some science bullshit I guess. My dad tried to explain it to me a few times, but it's never seemed that weird to me." She rest her other paw on his shoulder. "I guess it's kind of like, how does your heart keep beating; or, what makes us different than the things that aren't alive in the first place. We just kind of _ are _, you know?"

"Well, biology was never my strong suit, so I'll take your word for it." He smiled as her tail began to rock back and forth behind her. "So what does it feel like, I mean, does everything change around or . . .?"

"Well, the world's still the same, but different things are more important." She leaned in and sniffed at his head, mussing up his short hair with her cold huffing nose. "Like for instance, that you use peppermint shampoo, but didn't decide to actually take a shower today."

Abdi laughed out at the cold tickling contact, somewhat embarrassed about his weekend hygiene. "So, you basically become like fuzzy Sherlock Holmes?"

"Well, seeing things becomes a little less important. Like, watching TV as a wolf is the most dreadfully boring thing you can imagine. You can still see, but the images don't seem to translate into anything . . . real." Desa cocked her head to the side. "That probably sounds really weird . . . but yeah, the way you get stuff shuffles around."

"It does sound weird." Abdi nodded. "I don't think I quite get it . . . I wish I could see what you mean."

"You _ could _ you know . . ." Desa shrugged with a canine version of a sheepish smile. "Werewolves have ways to make that happen."

"Oh, _ is _ it really contagious then, like in the movies?"

"Not so seriously. If you weren't born with it then it just kind of fades after a couple days. Like you'll be wolfy in the moon light for a night or two, but then pretty much go back to normal." She laughed nervously "Unless you . . . pick at it." Her fluffy ears swiveled about slightly uncomfortably.

"Pick at it?" Adbi raised an eyebrow almost comically.

"You know . . . like, get into the moon light and really go for it?"

"Uhh . . ."

"Masturbate a lot." The fur on her cheeks fluffed up as she said it.

"Ohh . . ." Abdi laughed. "That's a weird little caveat."

"Yeah. Actually, you know those old stories and manuscripts that are all, 'you will be a ravenous beast for the rest of your days!'" She waved her claws as she walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, tail thwapping at the white sheets while she continued. "I think that they were probably just written by religious nuts who couldn't stop touching themselves. Or maybe just sociopaths . . ."

"Could be both." Abdi walked over and sat next to her, still amazed that she was real. "So . . . how does one go about changing into a wolf then? Do you have to bite a person, or . . .?"

"Naw. I blame that one on insane monks as well."

He looked puzzled.

"They just got so much wrong!" She held her claws up theatrically and they both laughed. "But no, it doesn't have to be a bite. There are other ways that one can use their mouth . . ."

"Such as?" He leaned in next to her, tilting his chin up.

They both fell into the kiss, her massive arms wrapping around him and hugging him against the straining black fabric of her turtleneck. His eyes crossed a bit as her sniffing black nose bumped against his own and she lapped out into his mouth with her long and surprisingly powerful pink tongue. They fell sideways onto the bed, his hands running through the thick fur of her neck ruff as they explored each other's mouths. It was just so strange, licking over her sharp teeth as she ground over the insides of his mouth with her smooth slippery tongue.

As they pulled back, lying next to each other, he looked across at her warm topaz eyes. "So is that it?" He asked, looking down at his hands.

"You can never be too sure . . ." She replied, licking her chops. "But first, you might want to ditch the clothes, _ if _ you want to have something to wear in the morning that is . . ." The edges of her canine lips pulled up. "And I might just follow you. Even loose ones get kind of itchy . . ."

"Oh, right." Abdi nodded, unbuttoning his shirt, as she tugged off her tortured turtleneck. He blushed as he caught sight of her exposed chest, modest athletic looking breasts with the pink of her nipples showing through her light silky fur. It was odd though, under them there were two other sets of barely noticeable nubs, nipples evident even though they weren't raised up at all.

"Weird, right?" she ran her hands down her chest as her ears twitched before looking up at him with a lupine blush. "I always feel like I should be wearing extra bras or something. It'll take awhile to get used to."

"It's not that weird . . ." Abdi thought for a second, unbuttoning his fly. "Well, okay, it's pretty weird, but it's also kind of cute, in a werewolfy kind of way." He reached a hand towards her. "Uhh, may I?"

"I think we're past the point where you need to ask." She leaned in towards him, grabbing his hands and firmly pulling them against her breasts.

"Right, so you wouldn't mind if I did this?" He blushed as he stroked in with his fingers, amazed at how thick and soft her pelt was before his fingertips rubbed in at the warm taut flesh of her nipples.

A soft animal yowl seeped from her half open mouth as he pulled back. "What was that? Are you okay?"

"It's wolf for, 'keep going.'" She sighed, tussling his hair as he leaned back in, caresses sinking lower to grind over her vestigial teats. Smiling, she saw hints of gray and brown seeping into his dark hair as he nestled his face in her bosom and looked up at her with a grin. A low rumble of pleasure built up in her chest as he rubbed against her, licking gently over one of her nipples. "I hate to interrupt, but you might want to take your pants and shoes off too . . ."

"Hmm, and what's the hurry." He licked out again, huffing in her strangely appealing animal scent.

"The changes kind of creep up on you." She reached in and stroked her paws over his ears as they twitched, slowly pulling up into furry points.

"Huh, I . . ." He reached up and felt the strange velvety fur on his ears as they tugged under his fingers. "This is really happening . . ."

"Yup. And it you want to keep your shoes . . ."

"Right." He panted out an overwhelmed chuckle as he bent down and pried off his brown leather shoes while she stood up. He managed to wriggle out of his pants and boxers before looking up and watching her peel off her sweats, tossing the bulky gray pants in the corner and then turning back towards him, her tail swishing about behind her. "Wow . . ." He swallowed, looking up. "You're really . . ."

"Scary?" She put her hands on her hips with a grin, watching as he scraped off his socks.

"I was going to say beautiful, but you can be scary if you want." He smiled as her tail swung from side to side behind her.

"Sorry, I've had a couple of other friends who freaked out at about this point . . . but seriously, it may look a little weird, but I can tell you, if this is what normal wolves feel like all the time, it's obvious why they howl at the moon . . ." Her paw wandered down between her legs, stroking the dark edges of her bulging canine femininity.

"Oh . . ." Abdi's eyes followed her hands towards her truly unusual cleft, her dark skinned labia a taut lupine spade nestled between the plush fur of her thighs. "Well, that's a little weird too." His nose huffed as he looked at her, quivering as it began to darken. "But weird isn't _ necessarily _a bad thing . . ." It was strange how her scent began to metamorphosize, changing from an odor to a tangible force that called to him, letting him know that she was very much ready for more. And with that, he leaned in, hands grasping at her muscular thighs as he nuzzled between her legs.

She gasped, ears perking up as he licked out, tentatively at first, but then with increasing eagerness as his tongue began to swell and stretch. His lips pulled tight as his skull creaked forwards and he lost himself in a world of wolven musk and flavor. Plush ashen fur seeped down over his shoulders to where her wide hands grasped around him, claws soon digging into his thickening pelt while his coat began to prickle in down his pectorals.

Abdi's canines creaked out longer and thicker as he opened his half formed muzzle wide, lapping up at the edges of her straining warm swollen pussy, his cock pulsing up against his stomach. Its shape seemed less and less strange as his licking gained confidence. His neck thickened, tendons standing out as his senses were overwhelmed, his wet nose panting as he strained against the center of the torrid cleft, tongue sinking into her before lapping up at her obfuscated clit. She pulled him closer as his breaths began to come out in ragged heaving growls, one of his hands drifting down to rub over his own chest, feeling the fur begin to slide down, light and soft, then quickly followed by a thick overcoat.

As he lapped in at her, his own body began to feel hot, heat seeping under his fingertips as his nails curled in and darkened into thick claws. He gasped as one brushed against his nipple, flesh feeling stiff and thick under his hands while he rubbed at himself with absentminded enthusiasm, egged on by her pleasured panting as he scraped in against her quivering lupine femininity.

Sinking deep inside of her, his long tongue wriggled as she let out a halting animal groan, growing in volume as her slick glistening labia twitched and her insides clenched around him in increasingly zealous tugging pulses. Her voice rose into a true howl as her tail stood up and her hands grasped around his head, her pussy clamping down in the pleasured spasmodic waves of climax as he strained inside of her, lapping up her thick feminine nectar as she came in a drawn out series of muscular surges.

"Oh . . . my god. You have no idea how good that was." Her tongue hung out the corner of her mouth as she panted with a blissfully happy grin on her muzzle. "Yet." She looked down at him as she licked her lips with a drawn out wink.

Abdi pulled his long lupine muzzle back, panting as he followed her gaze down towards his chest. It was subsumed in pillowy light fur, but the fuzz on his pectorals seemed a little _ too _ plush. He brushed his hand over himself, ears perking up as he felt the soft and sensitive flesh under his new dark claws, two distinctly feminine mounds nestled under his thick pelt. His eyes widened as she leaned in and cupped his new pert breasts in her wide palms.

"Are those . . . breasts?" He managed to squeak out in a confused, but pleasured whine.

"Yes, they are . . ." She leaned in and licked at his nose, but slowly stopped as he didn't seem to recover from the shock. "And you didn't know that it worked this way . . . did you. Damn it." She ran a paw over her face, tail drooping behind her.

"What way exactly is that?" His breath raced, chin buried in his neck ruff as he looked down at his new feminine additions.

"Well, I kind of figured you knew. Like pretty much everyone knows. Jeeze . . . Uhh, you pretty much end up something like the wolf that you're with." She stammered, ears folding down. "Look, just don't freak out. If you want I can just get you a separate room, or . . ."

"Umm, no. I think I'm okay. This doesn't last forever, right?"

"Right. But I didn't want to mislead you or anything, I'd totally understand if . . ."

"This seems like it's another situation that's weird." He rubbed a paw down over his forming vestigial nipples, shuddering slightly. "But good . . ." He shook himself and let out a deep breath. "So, am I becoming you, or what?"

"Well, not exactly, just . . . close, physically. That's just how it works, I guess . . . Again, sorry for the shock."

"Well, if you're really sorry, there is one thing you could do . . ." Abdi looked up towards her, eyes gleaming as the irises blazed to gold.

"Hmm?" Her ears perked up.

"Return the favor?" He spread his legs, erection pressed against his stomach as he grinned a little nervously.

"Only if you really want me to, I mean . . ."

"Didn't you say that we were past the point about asking those kinds of questions?" He chuckled, hissing in air through his teeth as he rubbed in at the smooth yielding flesh of his chest. "Any ways, this isn't half bad so far . . ."

"If you insist." She looked relieved, tail starting to sway as she knelt at the side of the bed, paws resting on his thighs as his plush fur started racing down towards his hips. She buried her face in his forming light undercoat, huffing in his developing scent as she felt his erection pulse against the side of her muzzle. It would be a pity to let something so insistent go to waste before she could properly deal with it . . .

"I doOOOohh." The syllable carried on longer than intended as her warm pink tongue lapped over the end of his cock. Her padded fingers gripped in at his thighs, massaging his tensed muscles as she stroked and nibbled teasingly at his shaft, licking up the bead of clear pre that formed at the tip in one sloppy lap.

He rest one of his hands on her furry head as his fingers bulged and his palms thickened into dark leathery pads. Desa's ears twitched as he leaned back, his panting canine tongue lolling out the side of his mouth as his breath heaved. He could smell her lust as she hungrily lapped in again and again, teasing him to the brink of release before pulling back and looking up at him with a wolfish grin. "You're going to love this." She promised, squeezing his hips while his skin loosened, fur cascading down his thighs as she opened her balmy muzzle wide and engulfed his entire length in its sweltering lupine confines.

Abdi's shaft jerked as his balls clenched and his arms tensed up, skin twitching as her hot breath puffed against his furry crotch. His tongue curled out against his black wet nose as his ears pulled back, feeling the ridges on her palate rub up against his sensitive tip as her fangs teased his soft pulsing flesh. One of Desa's paws reached under her slurping maw, grasped firmly around his testes as they tensed, scrotum pulling up tight against his body. He writhed as her other hand reached up, thumb and forefinger tweaking around one of his lowest newly formed nipples, the feeling so powerful it made his back arch.

His cock was sweltering, pleasure growing by the second as his moans turned into a halting lupine yowl. He bent forwards over her while his back creaked, popping as something tugged out behind him. He looked over his shoulder with a muzzy curiosity, amber eyes widening as they saw the jerking nub of a fuzzy tail begin to twitch out this way and that as if it had a mind of its own.

The feeling of Desa's mouth around him changed, her tongue scraping around his entire shaft with ease, teasing every nerve as his balls clenched and the pressured surged inside of him as he began to come, howling out as his balls pulled against him, tensing as his cock spattered out viscous white essence that she lapped up, oral attention unrelenting as she ground in against his balls with her palm. Soon, she could nibble over his entire length at once as his hands scritched at her head between her merrily flicking ears, her slippery tongue lapping down against his taut testes and pulling up over the dwindling nub of his cock while it leaked out its last dribble of male ejaculate.

Abdi gritted his fangs, staring fixedly ahead at absolutely nothing as the sensations of her tongue against his testes began to blossom into something more. As the flesh pulled tighter, fur began to prickle in along the edges except for a thin glistening ribbon of dark taut skin. With every wrenching scrape of her tongue, the sensations multiplied, his own tongue panting as his breasts heaved. It was indescribable, the sensation of her tongue pressing against him as his cock dwindled and his dark glistening flesh began to well out, hot and pulsing against her while her eager tongue began slipping into the crease forming in the torrid seething center.

A thumping against the bed startled him, as he looked back and saw his brushy gray tail swatting wildly at the sheets, feeling each impact resonate through his ass as she paused, wide paw clenched against his abdomen as she strained out in a long hot thrust of forward momentum, tongue sinking inside of him as he yowled out.

It was overwhelming, her black animal nose huffing against him as her tongue writhed around, pressing in deeper and deeper into his wildly clenching insides. His forming spade pulsed, plump edges glistening as they thrummed with his hammering heartbeat. Abdi's hips bucked against her needfully as her tongue lashed, scraping out past his electric button clit over and over again, all the sensations condensing into a white hot ball of pleasure as his breath caught in his throat, shaggy fur rushing down past his knees.

The feeling rose up inside of him like a pot boiling over, his pussy quivering as his tail jerked up, his ears pulled back, and his entire body strained before his insides went wild. The orgasm blazed through his senses as he thrust forwards against her eager snout with every fervent contraction, female essence leaking against her slick eager tongue as she rasped against his insides and nibbled at his clit, hand brushing over his tender nipples as her other fingers teased the edges of his torrid lupine snatch.

Desa expertly extended his climax, egging him on each and every time he thought that his lust was finally dying down. Her finessed and yet impossibly eager tongue slipped inside of him and twisted, making him howl out a baying cry of jubilation, his toes splayed and writhing as they bulged into padded paws, his feet creaking out to a more animal arrangement as his heels left the floor, dwindling to graceful canine joints.

His howl died down to moans, and then soft huffing gasps as she teased and nibbled at his dark glistening pussy, padded fingers caressing swollen edges. Licking her chops, she looked up at him, luminous yellow eyes beaming as she grinned. "So?"

Abdi looked down over his body, eyes tracing from the mussed fur of his chest down to the canine femininity nestled between his legs. "I think I can live with this . . ." He panted, falling back against the bed with a lazy whumph.

"Good." She joined him, snuggling up against him from behind as they both looked up at the clouds periodically creeping over the moon. Their racing hearts calmed as they simply enjoyed each other's warm furry presence for a spell.

* * *

The long caesura was broken as Abdi rolled his head back against Desa's neck ruff in a particularly canine way. "How long did you say there was until the moon goes down?" He asked, rolling back against her playfully.

"Oh, another three hours or so at least . . ." She looked up at the sky, claws combing through the dense fur on his shoulder. "Any particular reason?"

"Well, it just seems like a long time to just lay here . . ." He lapped up at her chin mischievously.

"Ohh, so maybe you want to do a little more than just _ live _ with this, hmmm?" She reached down between his legs and dragged a blunt claw against the side of his canine pussy.

"I'm just saying three hours is a long time to waste . . ." He growled out a low lewdly suggestive rumble.

She sat up, leaning back with her foot-paws facing him."Well then, I suppose we'll just have to spend it wisely . . ." She deftly threaded one of her legs between his own, scooting forwards so that their canine spades were mere inches apart.

His breathing quickened, dark nose taking in her lovely lupine scent as he edged forwards as well, tongue licking out over his lips in anticipation. "I guess we will . . ."

And so the rest of their night was filled with passion and pleasure as they brought their bodies together in a variety of particularly creative canine ways. Three hours is a long time though, and both of them were well and truly exhausted, sleeping in each other's arms as the sun came up, finding them as simple humans once again.

* * *

It was almost noon before they both groggily got dressed and left the room. Desa showed him the way out of the side door where she left the key in a slotted box before they walked out, squinting at the unusually bright winter sun.

"So, I know of a great little deli that makes bagels and baklava . . ." Abdi hazarded.

"That's a bit of an odd mix." Desa followed him, her own strange mix of clothing slightly less unusual when seen on the streets of Seattle. "Not _ bad _; just a little weird." She grinned at him. "But I'm starving, so lead on."

"Well, it's certainly not as odd as a werewolf bar, but I think you'll like it . . ."

And so they trotted into the Sunday afternoon for a late breakfast, and the beginning of a beautifully strange relationship.