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“Shouldn't we just stop now? I think we're far away as it is?"

“Let's just put a little more distance behind town. Really don't want a cop or ranger to find my car out in the middle of the road."

“That's the least of your worries, Eric."

A trilling growl bellowed from Eric's voice clenching throbbing teeth as he pressed down on the accelerator giving his car a bit more gas. His grip on the wheel was becoming harder to hold with trembling sweaty hands spasming to flex and straighten, already feeling the uncomfortable stinging of his fingernails starting to pry and crack away as sharp tips slowly sprouted in its place eager to slash and tear. The predatory urge heightened further with his lengthening canines yearning to bite into soft flesh and taste blood; to hunt.

Dammit; not yet. Please not yet.

Eric glanced quickly into his rear view mirror discovering the full moon hastily rising behind them above the passing trees of the woods within this long stretch of road, eyes widened in shock to see the natural hazel of his eyes shining the same fiery yellow as before, the whites covered in feral black. Another glance revealed his wiggling nose and upper lip slowly protruding outward, the pink of his nose darkening becoming much more lupine than human. Brushing back part of his short brown hair exposed the growing tips of his animal ears inching longer and wider little by little.

“Eric?" his girlfriend; Rachelle, yelped in distress.

He didn't need to check; he could smell her scent growing stronger with it, but his concerned curiosity chanced leaving his sights off the road to see to his love. Rachelle held up her hands watching transfixed in frightened awe as her ebony claws sprouted from her own fingertips, flipping hands over and over again witnessing the light fuzz developing over the fronts and the darkening complexion of her palms thickening into animal paw pads. Mesmerized; Eric assumed Rachelle hadn't noticed the similar changes to her face.

“Er-Eric…" Rachelle stuttered, her tongue suddenly hanging from her mouth as she began to pant, “…stop the car. We got to get out now."

“Ju-just…grrrr…just a little mo-mo-ooOOOOOO!"

Eric's concentration flattered compelled by his inner wolf's overzealous need to howl in excitement, Rachelle quickly following in kind. Their howls cut short as the car began to wobble, Eric attempting brashly to steady his driving only to find his limbs being uncooperative; his transformation caused him to jerk and kick in place unable to sit calmly in place.

“Eric!" Rachelle cried out in a canine whine, snarling after as she dug her claws into her blouse tearing it in half. “Ca-can't…take it. So hot. So…fucking…"

Eric turned to the growly Rachelle grasping her shoulder tightly unintentionally snapping his fangs at her. She snapped back yet in playful manner suddenly beaming with excitement, panting gleefully.

“Hold on…just a little longer. Can't risk…being too close to town. We'll be safe the farther we go into the w…" The car suddenly bounced causing the two to leap off their seats knocking their heads into the ceiling. Eric hadn't noticed the road curving to the left while he consoled Rachelle, unable to step on the breaks fast enough as his car met with the first tree along their unscheduled path.

The world went black only for short moment for the both of them, an unnerving ringing in their lengthening ears along with the rapid beating of their hearts pronounced as the two slowly regain consciousness. They had been lucky that the airbags and their seatbelts were in working order lest their fates belong to the blood soaked dirt after flying through glass.

Of course; would that even kill them…being what they are now?

Rachelle was the first to come back to life, groaning and panting as the effects of their transformation were still in emotion. The collision had left a gash above her forehead smelling and feeling blood dripping from her brow. As she brought a clawed hand to examine the open wound she gasped at the strange sensation of her wide cut already beginning to repair itself. Thankfully; a concussion would be another worry-free situation.

“Ah..AAAAhhhhh!" Rachelle cried, her mouth agape as she started to feel the flesh and bones of her face throbbing with pressure sounding sickly cracks and stretching; her nose and mouth pushing out slightly into the beginning of her wolfish muzzle.

This is so wrong. What I'm starting to feel…we just got in a car crash. Eric might be hurt. And all I can think about is…is…

Quivery hands originally went for the strap of her seatbelt reaching for the buckle to release her from her seat. However; other needs quickly stole her attention with the swelling of internal heat, throbbing fingertips eager to run over her exposed sensitive skin; claws combing through what growth of downy fur already covered her bare frame. Baser urges were starting to overwrite rational thought, her claws raking along tight jean thighs wildly growling as she ripped the seams and broke the center flap. Her panting grew heavier as mild bliss washed over her face and flushed skin, ravenously stroking her moist puffy labia.

Can't stop…so horny…need…mate…

Sharp audible pops echoed into Rachelle's lupine forming ears standing as tensely erect as her entire body, writhing from the starling intense rush of adrenaline and disturbingly pleasurable discomfort her animalistic transformation induced. The unnatural sensation of her spine lengthening and rising against her back, her shoulder blades folding (or hunching) slowly locking her arms against the sides of her elongating torso, how it ached to shapely narrow as her own rib cage slowly expanded outward forming a barreled chest; the uncontrollable gradual physical metamorphosis was undeniably painful yet it was stoking a familiarly primal gratification her past transformations elicited.

And because of it, Rachelle was nearing the point where she naturally embraced her hidden lupine nature.

Mate…feel fur…run free…be wolf!

Her panting shifting back into wild growls and desperate whines, Rachelle's thickening paw-like hands soon struggled with the belt strap coiled tight around her morphing body, her bestial mentality ignoring human memory and intelligence neglecting the buckle that could let her loose. Out of animal instinct instead, Rachelle began chewing frantically at the strap itself, her fangs sharp enough to eventually snap through the thick velvet belt. Relief from her constricted upper half emanated off of her smiling through her elated panting as she stretched out her neck and torso, arms and thicken clawed hands tucked into her chest.

Feel good…wolf…be wolf…

Wrestling her shoes and socks off with widening, lengthening feet transitioning into hind paws; Eric finally began to stir from is brief bout of unconsciousness, groaning until growling weakly gradually becoming afflicted by his progressing metamorphosis. Rachelle turned to gaze upon her mutually cursed boyfriend (her mate) seeing him awake relieving what fear she may have had for his wellbeing. It also meant he could tend to relieve her plateauing heat.

“E-Er-ric…" Rachelle whimpered whining like a actual animal, leaning and facing her mate as she wiggled and squirmed from out under the buckle still strapped around her lap with success crawling over the Auto Gear Shift stick anxiously brushing her cheeks across Eric's seeking affection and attracting her mate. Several animal kisses; wet extensive licks, upon his face eventually provoked Eric to return the amorous sentiment wrapping his arms around her, one holding the back of her neck with the other exploring the hot fuzzy bare skin of her back.

“Rrrr…RRRRah…RrrRa-chelle," Eric growled breathlessly, panting heavily alongside his frisky shewolf, fragments of human behavior shower her neck and shoulders with ravenous kisses in passionate display enjoying the gasps (whines) of intimate pleasure that cried from her protruding maw. The borderline scent of a shewolf in heat eventually ebb his romantic approach, primal instinct seeking to gratify each other's biological urges to mate and procreate.

Rachelle…shewolf…smell her heat. Ready to mate…Ready to bear. Take my seed…give her pups…mate!

Eric's mind feverishly filled with these thoughts drove him into frenzy, snarling madly to be released from his strapped entrapment like his mate, to rid himself of these hot itchy tight clothes covering his spreading lupine fur and natural animal changing form, to take his mate and mount her; tie with her. The beastly Rachelle decided immediately to help with his escape lowering her head down to his lap ensnaring the silk velvet belt around his waist with her fangs, Eric's claws raking over the part squeezing his upper body before he too performed the same act. Both straps broke, Eric continuing to shred his claws across his barreling chest ravaging his shirt and jacket from his changing form, yelping at the rush of carnal content with his bare upper form free; yelping and snarling as well at the surge of his ongoing metamorphosis eager to catch up to his mate.

Hunt…mate…be wolf. Mate…ma…wait, not yet. Not sure…want to be wolves. It's the drug…changing us…messing with us.

The brief reprieve from Eric's beastly thoughts didn't last; however, reverting back to uncontrollable aroused panting from the sudden spring of pleasurable centered below where Rachelle's nibbling fangs ripped into his bulging jeans. His arms tucked in, splayed out behaving much like a submissive animal yelping staggered elation to feel his red throbbing erection, now appearing much like that of the animal they were becoming, unbound from its fabric cage…his mate licking voraciously around the rigid wolfhood.

Eric's mind flooded with nothing but the wolf's desires, resting his right inhuman hand upon Rachelle's furry neck as he continued to pant ecstatically. Soft aggressive yet pleasing howls bellowed from his voice while his changing shewolf hastily began bobbing her sharp salivating maw over his sensitive need, faint scratches from the tip of fangs only adding to the carnal rush. Arching back against the car seat and allowing what was occurring to happen, Eric's rising primal-charged sexual euphoria was unaffected by the faint pains of his body's unyielding transformation; his barreling chest expanding further as his torso squeezed and narrowed along with his stretching cracking spine.

Shewolf hungry…horny…need to mate.

Large misshapen forepaws reached and pulled at Rachelle's hips causing her to release her oral hold, moaning within her fierce hiss-like roar as she permitted her stud to set her upon his lap. The two exchanged a short tender admiration as loving mates would, leathery canine snouts tapping gently until the both sniffed fervently along their cheeks and lupine ears growling favorably at their altered animal musk.

“E…E-rrrr-ric?..." Rachelle whimpered licking affectionately over the elongated ridge of her stud's nose.

“Rrrrrr-Ra-Rrrrra…" was all Eric could mustard from what was left of his human voice, sounding a low trilling growl instead to express his calm jubilation having his shewolf.

His growl strained leading into a ferocious wild roar as his beastly impulses broke the frail moment of intimacy, the rousing musk of their sexual yearnings polluting the inside of the car filling their animal nostrils making the need worse; Eric's claws groping Rachelle's rear slashing at the denim rather than pulling down the loose pants. Rachelle yelped sharply as her own primal urges took over and began to grind her changing body feverishly into her mates, gasping with a short howl of carnality gliding Eric's quivering wolfhood pass her longing folds.

The world outside and baseless human fears no longer bothered the two Werewolves as they reveled in what their instincts desired most, the lupine couple rocking and humping in blissfully wild tandem as they mated where they sat. Eric's male dominance did crave to take her proper with Rachelle on her belly mounting on top and pumping to his heart's content, yet he found just as much joy with his shewolf having control riding vigorously to slate her lust and build the well of his potency. The climb of their sexual euphoria only heightened as they could feel each other's body's still shifting within their embrace, Eric fondly playing with the sprouting nub lengthening from above Rachelle's rump wagging happily whilst her golden fur filled and flourished over her tail connecting with the line spreading down the center of her back.

Mate! Mate!

Both minds barked with the same feral thoughts humping harder and faster in their need to copulate successfully, their faces sounding sickly cracks and stretches once more as their short muzzle extended longer, canine sharp teeth filling the open space within their maws.

The violent force of their mating managed to break the locks holding the seat up, with them along with it; spilling backward into the passenger space. The lycanthropic couple growled in a mixture in both agitation and amusement, Rachelle licking Eric's monstrous lupine muzzle affectionately before moving above him popping out his forming knot from her loins. Confused; Eric barked trying to hug her sides and set her back on his lap, only to wander from his action as his nose got an up close and personal position under her hot puffy vulva slick from her internal nectar. His tongue eagerly lapped at the humid folds tasting such delicious beads along with the hot addicting flesh of her walls, slithering and rolling out from under her as best as he could trapped inside their metallic cushioned cage to better prod his snout deep inside and bathe her tender sex.

He listened to the rousing song of his mate's howling wails and lustful barks, the scent of her pheromones growing stronger signally she was beyond ready to mate. Eric greedily took several more licks of her sex before returning his golden eyes to the rest of Rachelle's inviting form. She was indeed begging to be mounted; Rachelle managed to make do with the limited space within the car to better lie on her belly and paws submissively presenting herself with her fluffy lupine tail flagged and wagging. The lustful glaze in her own feral eyes and heated panting as she turned weakly back to meet Eric's gaze cemented her choice.

Mate! Mate! Mate!

Eric's panting tongue drooled over his shewolf as he took his place and climbed behind; mounting like proper wolves as his forearms hugged around her sides, his pelvis brushing and locking against her hindquarters as he eagerly penetrated back inside her. The swell of sexual elation hit them both leaving them frozen temporarily in shared rapture, together moaning happily in their animal voices. Eric's thrusts started slow as some fragment of human passion was found amidst the thrall, treating Rachelle's body with care as he nuzzled lovingly along her upper back; forepaws rubbing sensually over the hybrid figure of her Lycan form.

Mate!...Mate….love…love shewolf. Love my mate!

Though this passionate moment appeared to revive Eric and Rachelle's minds from the haze of primal lust and wants, there felt no need for struggling to regain control anymore. Too far gone in their transformation or seemingly accepting their fate; even as Eric's breeding pace grew rough and wild as before he felt comforted by his mate's cooing howls of joy and relaxed poise that their lives hadn't ended tonight. The morphing drug's side effects had turned them literarily into real Werewolves, but he could face the consequences knowing Rachelle; his mate, ultimately stood by his side facing their choices together.

Even if it meant they might become stuck as wolves forever…

Love! Mate! Love! Mate!

_ _ Eric snarled excitedly as he began to feel his wolfhood lock inside Rachelle; his canine knot and her constricting walls tying them together for climax. Feeling the end; the lycanthropic couple discarded their rare moment of human intimacy focusing on their main goal, Eric pumping harder as Rachelle rocked brashly into his thrusts.

Wolfish roars cried from hanging panting maws as the carnal pleasure of their copulation intensified; the adrenaline of their still changing bodies adding to the experience as their transformation, too, neared its end. Once frightening; the undulating spasms of remolding flesh and thickening fur sprouting from their bare nudity increased their overall bliss, welcoming their wolven forms. Crowded even within the confines of their car could not douse the raging fire that urged them to mate and become real wolves.

Pale light from the rising full moon illuminated the inside of the broken vehicle, Eric's feral eyes gazing upon Rachelle as the moonlight better revealed her nearly complete lupine form. Bathing in its silver rays elicited one final spark of furious euphoria, the two yelping from the phantom heat the light seared over what little flesh not yet swallowed by their pelt. In this light their minds, once more, lost what peaceful intimate thoughts remained snarling viciously to the moon as the rest of forms gave way to their animal pride of a wolf; Eric sinking his fangs into the scruffy nape of Rachelle's neck claiming his mate.

The damaged car rocked violently squealing and crunching from the frantic furious motions of their fornication, Rachelle's claws ripping up the seats as she braced against the violent thrusts of her horny dominating mate; bracing for her orgasm as it blossomed intensely within, lifting her head back and howling in blissful satisfaction. Eric's followed immediately after, unable to hold back his seed any longer after hearing his mate howl with such beastly delight; his animal potency bursting within Rachelle. Their beings trembled in sexual relief, toppling and lying on top each other while Eric's gushing ropes continued to spill and travel aiming for his shewolf's womb.

Animal thoughts failed to form the words they once knew as humans, knowing only the carnal sensations they had achieved and having sowed the seeds of future pack. Their rousing primal fury lingered even in this reprieve yet gentle enough to exchange affectionate licks and nuzzles between mates, enjoying their time tied together feeling each other's animal bodies, their tails wagging excitedly into each other.

As their tie soon began to loosen, the Werewolf couple quickly recalled their current predicament locked inside their car. Claws raked at the plastic of the doors as they both searched and sniffed for a way out, unable to remember how to exactly unlock and open such doors (though their animal paws would work little to do so). Breaking from their tie completely; the Lycanthropic Eric and Rachelle began pounding and scratching at the windows of the opposite sides, barking and growling angrily to be let out.

However; it wasn't long until their constant pounding shattered one of the windows, cool fresh air carrying the much longed for aromatic earthly scents sending the wolves into a frenzy crowding the newly open passage frantically squeezing themselves through the small hole to freedom. Their struggle did not end in vain, though both were left temporarily wounded from the few jagged pieces of glass still stuck in the door tearing under their chests and bellies; their blood trickling down along their limbs before their cuts began to heal and mend.

One of the few pros of becoming a Werewolf.

The Werewolf mates Eric and Rachelle licked what matted blood clean from their fur, continuing after in show of affection. Furry bodies brushed and pressed tightly furthering their primal bond, taking another prolonged gaze into each other's feral eyes panting happily.

The earthly aroma soon added a new smell catching the wolves' interest, sniffing curiously both air and ground as they walked towards the rousing scent. They paused together as they shared the same stirring in their stomachs, growling excitedly as their predatory instincts urged them to satisfy a new craving; feeling hungry and eager to hunt prey.

Their heads rose high and howled in melodious unison, sprinting off together into the untamed woodlands seeking their game, uncaring for the human lives that no longer existed for them; uninterested in the inevitable commotion that would later come when humans discovered the sight of their collision spurring possibly an unsolved mystery to the disappearance of its occupants.