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You are walking alone in the woods, using your phone as a flashlight and trying to find your way back to your campsite, when you hear movement through the underbrush behind you. You turn around, but before you can react, you are tackled by a large furry animal. You struggle in confusion for a while before noticing the creature is humanoid, and freeze with terror when you realize it is a real live werewolf.

Scenes of bloody horror movie carnage flash in your mind's eye as your blood runs cold with adrenaline. The werewolf uses this chance to sit on your chest, pinning you spreadeagle, which gives you a closeup view of its crotch. The beast is female, and if the pungent coppery-smelling fluid leaking from her swollen puffy wolfcunt is to be believed, she's in heavy heat.

She gives a demanding whine, shifting her rump on your chest to give a shallow hump at your face. Realizing what she needs, and not wanting to disappoint her given your precarious position, you tentatively open your mouth and push your tongue into her warm folds to recieve your first taste of her horny werewolf snatch. As your tongue sinks into her, she lets out a low rumbling groan and scoots herself closer to straddle your head in her thighs, freeing your arms and granting your lips access to help your tongue's work. Despite the situation you feel your cock hardening in your jeans, and you move your hands to grip her shapely ass, muscular and hard but still deliciously feminine.

You dont know what's come over you, musing that if someone's getting eaten tonight you'd prefer it be her, as you lap her pussy like a hound drinking water from a bowl, even pausing at times to motorboat her swollen lips or suck her engorged clit.

She grabs your head in both paws, shivering, and starts humping your face, fucking herself on your tongue. Your mouth's lips touch the ones between her legs with each thrust, smearing her juices down your chin and burying your nose in her pubes. She snarls, stopping her face ride to press your head into her crotch, grinding her cunt as far as she can down on your skilled tongue, letting you feel her inner muscles spasm and squeeze the organ as she orgasms.

You take a deep gasping huff of her heat scent as you're let up for air, and let out a long low growl that comes from deep in your chest. A painful twinge from your groin alerts you to the fact your jeans are uncomfortably tight, your thick cock rockhard and leaking. You give the werebitch a smack on the ass and a parting kiss to her dripping pussy before raising your gaze to hers and offering your best begging whimper, punctuated with a thrust of your hips, hoping she'll get the hint and return the favor.

She lowers her muzzle to your face, giving you a wet sloppy kiss, as she moves her body to cover yours. Her tongue makes its way down your neck to your chest, and she hooks a pair of clawed paws under your shirt, pulls, and shreds the material from the base to the neckline, exposing your sweating torso to the night air.

You slip your arms out of the tatters, propping yourself up on an elbow as she continues her journey south guided by your free hand gripping her furry head, lapping at your soaked salty body and giving playful nipping kisses to your straining pecs and abs. The attention she's giving your exposed flesh with her hungry mouth is making you tremble with pleasure, but you no longer feel any fear. She's tender and almost reverent in her exploration of your body, you can sense she doesn't want to hurt you.

When she finally reaches your groin, a dismissive grunt followed by the pop and rip of a button and fly makes quick work of your jeans. Your underwear is soaked through with pre, the material tented out by your leaking cock. With one fluid motion, the werebitch slips your underwear and the remains of your jeans off your hips and down your legs, freeing your thick hard cockmeat to slap wetly against your abs. After some awkward jostling to free your legs, you kick off your boots and let your pants fall off your feet, standing fully nude under the moonlight.

You take the opportunity to get a good look at your lustful assailant for the first time. She stands maybe seven feet tall in full, covered in grey and black fur. Her humanoid breasts hang round and full on her chest, black nipples on smooth greyish-pink flesh. The rest of her body is a tantalizing mix of female grace and animalistic power, soft curves and taut hard muscle.

Your lupine partner stoops to all-fours to inspect your freshly exposed groin, pressing her cold nose into your heavy scrotum and taking a few sampling sniffs before moaning her approval as you give her head and shoulders some encouraging strokes. She gives a lick to the tip of your leaking cock, making it bob and sway in front of her face as she tries to get a taste. With a frustrated whine, her jaws part and she engulfs your throbbing shaft in her warm muzzle with one gulp, deepthroating you while lapping under and cradling your balls with her tongue, trying to swallow your entire unit down at once.

For all her gusto, she's obviously inexperienced at this kind of thing. She lurches and gags as your glans pushes at the back of her throat, letting your slobber-slick penis fall from her mouth as she coughs. You guide her back to it gently, crooning words of encouragment, feeding it to her slowly and letting her suckle your pre as she gets used to your size. Her maw is hot and slick, her broad tongue hungrily scooping up your leaking precum as quickly as your inner glands can pump it out.

As the eager shewolf's confidence grows, she backs you against a tree by your hips to manhandle your chest and stomach with one big furry paw while cupping your weighty lowhangers with the other. You rest your naked back against the bark and tilt your head back, grunting every so often and moving your hips in time with her, fucking her mouth. Your heart is beating like a jackhammer as your sac draws up in preparation to blow.

You let out a strangled warning as an electric thrill jolts through your hips, pooling at the base of your spine and throbbing in time with your pulse as ropes of creamy manspunk pump out onto your werebitch's waiting tongue. She does her best to lap it all up, but you manage to give her muzzle a good whitewashing all the same. You can't help but chuckle and grin at the sight of this 'ferocious monster' looking up at you with adoration, her face covered in your jizz and panting with bliss. You reach to stroke the side of her face affectionately and wipe a smear of cum off her cheek.

After nuzzling your arm for a while, she rolls over in the grass and wiggles her hips up at you, legs spread. Her heat is still going strong and she's begging to get her cunt filled. You gladly decide to honor her request.

You get to your knees, stroking your still half-engorged member back up to full hardness before slapping it down between her open legs. As your fat glans parts her drooling slit, you meet a fleshy resistance and confirm a suspicion you've had shortly after this encounter began.

You sink in, pressing against her virginity, and push through. Her pussy is even better than her throat, tight and warm and slick. She moans and growls, tongue lolling out as her hymen is stretched by your thick shaft, opening her up fully for the first time. You smirk at the thought of ruining this bitch for any other wolf, and resolve to make popping her cherry an experience she'll never forget.

You hike her muscular legs onto your shoulders and start pounding away, heavy ballsac slapping her shapely round ass, her hot meaty wolfcunt clamping down on your cock like a vice as she writhes and squirms in pleasure beneath your onslaught. Her fat black-tipped tits are wobbling with every thrust as she braces herself against the tree trunk, gripping it in both paws, your hard powerful rhythm shaking the branches above the two of you with each thrust.

Your thighs begin to burn and your breathing grows ragged as you feel your peak approaching again, but something is different this time. You feel a sensation of being filled up with waves of intense heat spreading from your groin as if your entire body were catching fire, and your skin goes clammy as you break out in a cold sweat. You try to ignore it and focus on your goal, squeezing your eyes closed tight and setting your jaw in a determined snarl.

Your cock finally swells as you roar out your orgasm in triumph, a louder noise than your human throat has ever been capable of before. You roll your hips a few times before slamming your cock home and pouring your seed directly against your lupine partner's spasming cervix, silently urging your sperm forward on their hunt for her fertile womb, before collapsing on top of her, spent, and lay your head between her cleavage to rest. You grin in satisfaction as you hear the werebitch's tail thumping in the underbrush beneath you, wagging happily and contented.

Your well-earned rest is cut short as your lungs heave suddenly, forcing a strangled cry from your throat, the waves of heat washing through your body seem to be pooling in your muscles, filling them with a prickling numbness. The shewolf cranes her head down to yours, nuzzling you in concern and cradling your prone body in her furry arms. you try to raise yourself up on your hands and knees but your limbs are struck immobile with pins and needles. You start feeling drowsy and lightheaded as you fight to catch your breath, before the world slips away and is replaced by dreamless darkness.

You jolt awake. After a few seconds of dull confusion, you begin piecing your memory back together. Getting lost in the woods, being jumped by a werewolf, and the night of amazing feral sex that followed, culminating in you passing out from overexertion on top of your furry assailant, where you've been using her bosom as a pillow.

Other than some residual soreness, you feel like you've regained control of your body and everything is working the way it's supposed to. Satisfied, you stretch lazily, nuzzle into the mounds of your fleshy pillow a final time, prop yourself up off your warm furry werewolf mattress and try to stand. Your legs immediately give out under you, and you topple backward onto your tail, letting out a surprised yelp. Something clicks in your mind and the sleep haze is gone in an instant. You reach behind yourself, pawing at the base of your spine. A tail. You have a tail.

You work your way lower, feeling along your legs to your feet, and find the cause of your loss of balance. It takes a bit of getting used to, but you're able to keep your new wolfish feet under you and take your first shaky steps, bending this way and that to get a good view of yourself.

You've become a masculine version of the creature dozing under the tree, your body is thick and rugged where hers is lithe and graceful. You've sprouted tan brown fur where she has black and grey. Your powerful new paws stroke blunt claws through every inch of fur, and you revel in the sensation of increased size and strength in your limbs, flexing and posing with a cocky grin parting your muzzle, musing that you could make a national level heavyweight bodybuilder look like a twig with muscle like this. You grab your own head, feeling the shape of your pointed fluffy ears and long muzzle full of teeth. Eventually you turn your attention between your legs, and you carefully inspect your most important appendage. Your shaft has darkened to an inky black and your sac is covered in brown fuzz. You were already impressive as a human, but your maleness is now truly horse-shamingly prodigious. You growl with lustful appreciation as you feel your weighty heft in both paws and it twitches in arousal.

You pause the exploration of your new body as you feel yourself being watched. The shewolf is awake, reclining on an elbow, head tilted as she studies you, tail thumping lazily in the brush behind her. You feel as if you're seeing her for the first time, through your new lupine eyes. You can read her expression easily. She's wary and expectant, watching you with an unspoken question in her gaze.

“Do you like it?"

You answer her by leaping on top of her and burying your muzzle into her neckfur, grappling with her in a lupine display of extreme affection. You both wrestle in the brush playfully, before you're able to pin her down with your increased strength and size. You lay your broad paw across her back and press your stiffening groin against her moistening folds. You decide you're going to show her just how much you appreciate her gift by seeing how many loads you can pump into her with it in a row.

The early morning air is soon filled with the sound of rhythmic wet claps and yowls of ecstacy, building to a cacophany of growls and roars of climax, before starting up all over again.

You roll off your furry mate, freshly spent and satisfied after about two hours of showing your gratitude. Just as you decide to settle down next to her for a well-earned post-coital nap, a buzzing chime rings out from the grass a few meters away. Annoyed, you stalk over to it to investigate, and eventually fish out a small rectangle of glass and plastic, vibrating in time with a short tune. It's your phone, ringing your alarm to wake up for work.

You hold the now comically small device in your paw, staring at it for long minutes as thoughts storm through you until the alarm stops on its own and the screen goes black. You continue staring at the darkened screen of your phone, at the reflection of a strange inhuman face that is somehow now your own, and are struck with a sudden sense of finality as you realize you're truly not a human anymore. You can never go back to that life again.

The shewolf approaches you, nuzzling under your arm in concern. You snap your attention away from the object in your paw and glare down at her, a menacing growl rising in your throat.

Your attacker, the one who changed you, the one responsible for all this.

She sees your fierce expression and lowers her ears, backing away from you. She's frightened and confused by your outburst. Are you angry at her? Don't you like what she gave you? Did she do something wrong? You shake the momentary dark thought from your mind.

No.

You won't start thinking about this that way. When you're honest with yourself, you wanted this from the start. Somewhere in the back of your mind you remembered all the stories, and hoped they were true. Werewolves are real, and you've become one of them.

Your time as a human is over. You never have to go back. You never want to go back.

You smile reassuringly down at her, dropping your phone in the grass where you had retrieved it from and fall to a knee to stroke her head and murmur words of comfort, if a little slurred by your new mouth. She rubs her nose on yours, and you give a lick to her furry cheek. Whatever the future holds for you, you know you're not alone, and you want her to know you're grateful.

You stand up and stretch, and face the dawn, feeling the morning sun on your fur. It's the beginning of a new day, and the beginning of your new life.

Epilogue:

It's been a few months. How long exactly, you don't actually know, or care. You spent your first few days as a werewolf throwing yourself into the experience, running through the forest, taking in the scents and sounds with your new senses. After that you returned to your campsite, breaking it down and salvaging some supplies like your tent and bedding and some food, and stashing your car near the site of your new den.

You were able to make a few final posts to your social media accounts to say goodbye, text your boss to quit your job, and sent a few photos posing with your mate as “proof" to your closest friends, being sure to get a clear view of your massive cock and balls in the shot.

You didn't care if nobody believed you, they had a right to know what happened to you and that you weren't coming back. The battery in the phone died shortly after that, and you gathered the remnants of your old life together, the phone and your tattered clothes, and buried them at the site of your transformation.

Hunting was difficult at first, but you were a quick learner and had a patient teacher. A few deer taken every week or so has been enough to feed the both of you, but you've recently been seeking out smaller game to suppliment your diet.

Now, you lay beneath an outcropping of stone in the hillside, canvas draped across the opening to keep out the wind and rain, your mate cradled safely in your powerful arms as you rest your paw protectively over her belly, heavy with pregnancy. Your chest swells with emotion as you feel a kick. In a few short weeks you're going to be the proud father of a healthy, energetic, werewolf cub.

You have a home. You have a beautiful, capable, sometimes exhaustingly horny mate to share it with. You're going to have a family. You have everything you've ever wanted, and you're at peace.