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[b][u][center]Howl and Scream

For RedDrawsStuff

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

The night air was a comfort for Red. It was cool, a strong wind was coming down from the north, and it made it a lot easier to stand in the middle of a crowd during a rock concert. She wasn't jumping up and down like most people, but she was grinning as wide as any of the other rock and roll lovers around her as Wolfmoon hammered out their greatest hits.

[i]Heh, this is freaking awesome,[/i] she thought as she let herself go to the music. Her hair flopped over her face twice as she started bobbing her head to it, but she couldn't stop. It was just that good.

She was about to throw herself into the song completely when it came to a drawn-out end, the guitar letting out a long electronic wail before going quiet. The crowd cheered while Red blushed, straightening her legs before she could jump around by accident.

Letting out a happy sigh as the band leader started talking, Red looked up towards the sky. The starry 'ceiling' above her was a wonderful backdrop to the night, and the cool air blowing over the crowd kept the place from stinking of sweat the way that these concerts usually did. She wondered why she didn't go to more outdoor venues like –

“Nnngh!"

Biting her lip at a sudden spasm down at the base of her spine, Red reached back and rubbed at the sore spot. She expected it to fade quickly, but it was already spreading, running up her back and across her hips. Discomfort faded into a soft burning beneath her skin, a prickle that was gradually getting stronger the longer that it went on.

When it refused to fade half a minute later, she knew something was wrong. Glancing around, she ducked through the crowd. Someone else stole her spot almost immediately, but she barely noticed. If she was right, something a lot worse was about to happen.

Red made her way to a porta-potty on the far side of the field. Plugging her nose, she slipped inside and locked the door. A flashlight hung on the wall, and she grabbed it with her free hand before dropping her shorts and lifting her shirt. A quick glance over her shoulder confirmed her fears.

[i]Oh come on. I thought the full moon wasn't until tomorrow![/i]

A patch of dark gray fur had already started spreading around the base of her spine, and the little nub that was the start of her tail had already wriggled about an inch free of her skin. Even as she watched, she felt and saw it slid another inch free, the tension on her skin before it settled again making her growl in the back of her throat.

[i]Okay, so…no chance in hell I'm getting back to the concert like this…[/i]

How bad was the moon, though? If it was cloudy enough, there might be just enough delay for her to watch another song, maybe two. Red pulled her clothes back up and cracked the door of the porta-potty, glancing towards the sky.

No joy there. The moon was out in full, and there wasn't a cloud to be seen anywhere. The only 'safety' she had was that the trees around the park had kept the moon from shining more than a sliver of its light on her, which was probably the only reason she hadn't wolfed out more in the middle of the concert. She shook her head. No going back to listen to more of –

“Ah!"

She gasped, biting her tongue as the transformation progressed, the fur already starting to push past her waistband and down over her ass. She blushed to herself, knowing it wouldn't be long until other 'symptoms' of her lycanthropy started showing. Even if she wanted to lock herself in here until the concert was over – which, if the place hadn't been full of stink, she might have considered – there was no chance in hell that they wouldn't notice her when the transformation was done. Not with what hit her after.

So, home it was.

Fighting the urge to strip out of her clothes already, Red slipped back out of the little porta-potty and made her way to the edge of the park. Thankfully, with the band going again, nobody was paying attention to someone slipping away, and security were more focused on keeping people from sneaking in than sneaking out.

She had to bite her lip as she walked away, her body already burning with more and more changes. Just the brief exposure from toilet to trees was enough to leave her with a ring of fur around her middle and a pending tail that was already three inches free and working on a fourth. It ached as it was kept trapped beneath her shorts, but it wasn't like she could just let it out now. If anyone else was in the trees, she'd give herself away fast.

Her eyes constantly flicked through the trees for the signs of someone else, but so far, there wasn't any sign of anyone. Her fingers curled, and she blushed as she realized that the change had progressed further than she'd realized. The blunted ends of claws danced along her palms, and she was half-sure that there were pads already there. She wanted to look, but the moment she called attention to something would be the time that someone else was there to see it as well.

So, she walked. Her feet were already feeling cramped in her shoes, but she wasn't sure if it was because the transformation had started there as well, or if it was anxiety. She was never sure how far the transformation had progressed with her, never sure how much was nerves and how much was real until she was naked.

[i]Mmmph…come on…just let me get home with my shoes intact this time,[/i] she thought. [i]Or anything. I'll take anything.[/i]

She was about halfway through the trees when another bit of moonlight snuck down, and this time, she felt it right away. The burning prickle of the fur around her waist spread, rapidly pushing upwards and downwards at the same time. She stumbled, falling against one of the trees with a shiver and a moan as the heat settled in somewhere else.

“Mmmph…fuck…keep forgetting how strong that is…"

She shuddered, rubbing her nose as she struggled to breath, the piercing jingling softly as the fur spread further, further. She could feel it cupping her up to the point beneath her ribs, and more, she could feel little tingles of something else growing in. Her cheeks burned as she looked down, and slowly, 'casually' rubbed her hands down her shirt. Her breasts flattened for a moment, then it was skin, and then –

“Guhhhhh..."

The touch of flesh and cotton to a new nipple always took her by surprise, but it was only one new set so far. The lowest ones hadn't popped in yet. She still had time. She just…had to move faster.

As she took another step, she could feel her shoes were definitely tighter, and a glance down showed that she wasn't going to be able to keep them if she didn't get home fast. The front end flopped about like there was nothing in it, and the part usually occupied by the arch of her foot was stretched out far more than usual. She groaned; they were a nice pair of running shoes, and she'd spent a good sixty quid on them. The last thing she needed was to replace them.

But…

She fought the temptation to take them off, knowing that bare paws would attract more attention than rough shoes. Her heel was popping in and out of the shoes already, and she could feel that they wouldn't last much longer.

“Stupid transformation…stupid [i]tail![/i]"

Rubbing the insistent nub with one hand, she kept up her walk.

It took her another ten minutes to reach the edge of the small forest, and when she did, she realized that she had a problem. The space between her and the next bit of covered path was over a hundred feet wide, leaving her fully exposed to the moonlight. The change was inevitable, at this point, but that much direct exposure was going to change her a lot faster than the shadowed darkness would.

[i]Oh, boy…Please, please, please don't let anyone see this…[/i]

Red took a deep breath, set herself in the direction of the covered path that led to the apartment block further away from the park, and [i]ran.[/i]

The first touch of the moon set the fur to growing at a ridiculous pace. She felt the spreading itch of each strand pushing itself through her skin, running through and replacing her body hair. It made her want to scratch herself silly, like the ending phase of a bad sunburn, but she kept her hands – no, cracking already, paws – at her side. Her arms pumped hard, her shoes flopping and slapping against the backs of her changing feet.

She could feel her arms thickening, her spine cracking as it compressed and then elongated, compressed and then stretched upwards. Her head wobbled along with it, her neck and shoulders rising up with the shifting of her body. The moonlight tingled as the fur spread up her back, already in view due to the short shirt she wore, and pressing out through the holes in the cloth.

[i]Crap, crap, crap, the shirt's not gonna last much longer,[/i] she thought, her cheeks burning as she made herself run faster. She whimpered, her tail caught in her shorts, getting longer and still kept bent down at an uncomfortable angle. It passed over her fuzzy ass before running down the back of her leg, getting thicker and bushier as it went, and she doubted that it would take long for it to get completely free. She could already feel her shorts getting ripped, air passing through holes that hadn't been there before.

The fur peaked at the back of her neck, pushing out of her shirt before she got to the edge of the covered path. She skidded to a stop, her shoes almost coming off as she groaned, panting for breath.

[i]Too close, too close.[/i] She reached up, feeling her face. She could feel the rough pads along her hands, the blunted claws on the fingertips, but so far, no wolf features on her face. The muzzle hadn't started, though her nose definitely felt wetter than it had before. Some changes, then, but not enough to completely out her in the dark –

RRRRRRIP!

Her cheeks burned hotter than ever as she felt her shorts give way, though she couldn't help but moan as her tail lifted up and out of the wreckage. She looked back, and her blush got worse as she realized that her panties were caught in the mess, as well. A sudden breeze reminded her of her half-naked status, and the coolness down below reminded her of something else, too.

It hit her like a train, and she collapsed to her knees, her mouth open and her tongue hanging out in a sudden pant. Heat trickled up from her crotch, running into her belly and then her chest. Her nipples popped through the stretched remains of her top, and her sex started dribbling all over the path below.

[i]Heat…crap…crap, crap, crap…[/i]

Always the problem with the transformation. It always brought…this. Her clawed fingers strained towards her sex, but she pulled them back. She couldn't give into it, not here in the open. She had to get somewhere safe. She had to move while part of her still looked human enough to fool someone from far away.

It took her almost a minute to get back to her feet, and even then, her legs trembled, almost driving her back to all fours like she was some bitch waiting for a breeder. Red desperately shook her head, pushing the thought away before it could take root. Werewolves liked that idea too much; she couldn't let it sink in.

She had to lean against the side of the covered path as she walked along it, her changing paws on the verge of ripping through her shoes. She could feel some of the seams giving way, the sides starting to break down, but that could be fixed. All she had to do was get home.

Her tail wagged despite itself, and she could feel the fur on her back and her ass creeping further down her body. Muscles were popping in along the backs of her legs, and underneath her hair, she felt more fur sliding along the top of her head. It was creeping around the bottoms of her ears and along her jawline, and she shook her head, trying to make herself move faster. It didn't work, not with her pussy drooling down her legs in a constant fashion.

It took her almost as long as it had to escape the park to get to the end of the covered path, and by the time she did, her face was already half-warped. Her cheeks were pushed inwards, the beginning of a muzzle forming as her lips and nose came closer together. Her eyes had shifted, no longer taking in quite so much color, and her feet were on the verge of ripping through her shoes. Only the sheer width of her new paw was keeping them on, as her ankle had lifted free of the shoe long ago.

Worst, her tail was wagging like a maniac, fanning her own scent around. It was driving her crazy, making her want to reach down and start fondling herself, even fucking her hand, but it was too dangerous to do that in public.

She stumbled, leaning against the side of the covering for the path as she stared ahead. Her apartment building was less than two hundred feet away. The lights were off, the lobby was dark. Nobody would be able to see her if she hurried along, but she doubted that her clothes would survive the trip.

[i]Ugh…[/i]

She wanted to strip down, to save something, but just the thought was enough to send her blushing. The idea of running around completely naked, even though she was already halfway there, was too much for her to try. She shook her head, pulling herself together. Maybe…maybe she could make it before something did give way?

There was no way in hell that would happen, but she tried to convince herself anyway.

Darting forward on snapping shoes, Red ran down the sidewalk for her apartment. The moon hit her immediately, the transformation continuing with it. Her shirt swelled as her formerly human breasts grew a size, pushing forward until it was shredding into a more and more deep-necked shirt. Her second pair of tits were growing out, too, getting bigger, though not as big as the top pair, and she felt the tingles of the last ones starting to come in, too. The little buds of flesh that were the last pair of nipples felt like someone was twisting her skin and pulling them out.

She closed her eyes, lowering her head and running like a sprinter with the hounds of hell chasing after them. She could feel every transformation, every bit of thickening that came with turning into a beast. It wasn't as dramatic as some – she didn't become a hulk, or some voluptuous mega-girl – but it was still more than she had. She was inches taller, pounds heavier, and much stronger.

The first ripping came from her shoes. The sides ripped out, and the bottom fell out a step or two later. The soft inside of the shoes were replaced with the feeling of concrete under her paws, and her claws skittered on it for a moment before finding her footing and carrying her on. The other shoe came off a second later, and she was running barefoot down the path.

Her shirt didn't last much longer, the checkered top and the white undershirt ripping down the middle in the front. They flared out to the side like some sort of vest, exposing all six of her breasts, and she could feel [i]all[/i] of them bouncing around, begging for her touch. The only thing left of her that was human was her face, her legs already cracked and shifted from their human form to something else.

She hit the doors, and thankfully, they opened. Nobody in the office, nobody in the lobby. Never had she been so happy for a lack of security in the building. Her breath coming hard, the werewolf made her way to the elevator on the far side of the room, and stepped inside. This late, with the concert, nobody would be walking around to see her, and she didn't trust herself to take the stairs. Not with her pussy dripping the way it was.

So close to her apartment, the heat was more noticeable than ever. She dug her fingers into her hips, squeezing until she felt her claws break skin to keep from reaching down and touching herself. It was a throbbing, deep ache inside of her, empty, needing filling by something, anything. Her fingers would hardly do to take the edge off, but even that had to be worth it in her lustful mind.

Even grinding her thighs together almost knocked her off of her feet, almost sending her to the ground with how much she wanted more. It was the whole reason she didn't take the stairs; walking would push her over the edge, and if she came once, she'd cum again, and again, and again, needing every one of her orgasms and wanting more.

The elevator moved so slowly as it took her up the floors, one by one passing by the chance of someone seeing her. She whimpered, the sound so canine in her throat as she felt her heat growing. She wanted to punch the elevator to get it moving faster, but no.

As it neared her floor, her ears slowly slid up through her hair, passing over the newly furry skin to rest in their 'proper' place. She could feel them twitching as they grew, not just twitching longer but around. They picked up other sounds, the grinding of the gears, the friction-burns of the rope on the elevator as it carried something along, the way that the whole thing was wrongly sized and was an accident waiting to happen; they all came to her with new, sensitive ears, and she wished they didn't.

Finally, the elevator reached her floor, and she jumped out as fast as she could, running down the hallways and fumbling in her shirt pocket for her door key. She found it soon, all too conscious of being out in the open. Artificial lights beamed down on her bared breasts, her naked ass, her dripping sex. If anyone stepped out…

She almost came from the thought of being seen like this, humiliation and her own heat making her drip more than ever. She fumbled at the door, almost stabbing a hole in it with the key when she missed the keyhole the first time. She got it on the second attempt, threw the door open, and ran inside.

She slumped back against it after closing it behind her, gasping and panting as she gave herself over to the transformation. The last of the fur spread across her face, taking away what was left of her human skin and features.

Her muzzle came shortly after that, pushing itself free of her face with all the usual pressure and intensity. With how long she'd been holding it back, it felt like a blissful sense of relief as it came in. Even watching it push outwards, complete with all the cracks and shudders of the body re-arranging itself, was something that she enjoyed. Red smiled, reaching up and stroking the lengthening part of her body until it was completely finished.

Obligingly, she opened her mouth, letting the old teeth fall out. None of them had been painful to lose – human teeth were weak, compared to werewolf chompers – and collected them in her hand. They'd need to be thrown out later, and so would the werewolf tips when she had to go back to human form. She dumped them in a bowl, and took a deep breath. One step –

“AH!"

And she almost fell to her hands and knees again. The heat was that strong, and her body was that sensitive. Her eyes rolled into the back of her head as her clawed fingers wrenched themselves from her control, reaching back between her legs and forcing themselves into her pussy. They wiggled, two inside of her, then three, her palm clapping against her as she forcefully fingered herself, the feeling of something finally inside that emptiness a relief beyond description.

Her hips bucked back as much as her hand thrust forward, filling the air with the squelch-smack of wet holes and rippling backsides. She didn't care about the time, didn't think about how much noise she was making. All that mattered was getting off, and she was already so close.

The feeling of her first orgasm came crashing down, hard, and she felt herself squirting all over her hand. Dripping wet, horny, eager as all hell, she used all that to try and push a fourth finger inside of her. It came so close, almost sliding past her dripping walls, but she was just that little bit too tight. She whimpered, moaning at the lack of fulfillment, but she pulled her hand back anyway.

Her fingers dripped, her own juices running between her fingers like a slime. Red chuckled, still blushing slightly at her own need when she was a were, and wiped her fingers off on the carpet.

“Heh…I didn't think…"

She shook her head.

“Well…Guess it's a good thing I made myself get that toy."

She blushed even now, despite being in were form, as she got to her feet. Her body still ached for more, but that orgasm had taken the edge off. She'd need more in a few minutes, at most, but at least now she could move. She walked through her living room, past the bathroom, and right to her bedroom.

The bed squeaked as she leaped over it, flopping down. Six nipples scraped against a too-rough cotton blanket on the top of her bed, and she almost let out a moan from it. Almost, because she bit her lips to hold it back. Nevertheless, she wiggled, squirming forward, letting the rough fibers molest her nipples as she crawled towards her nightstand.

It was buried in the back of the drawer, the toy that she'd gotten. Still in the box, even, since she couldn't bring herself to use it as a human. For that matter, she wasn't sure that she could actually fit it as a human, even with everything else that she'd done. Her pussy was drenched now, though, and it was more…ready…for things like this.

She dragged it free, the box a plain black thing hiding its contents. Her claws made short work of the packing material, savaging it apart until she had the toy out.

It was a glorious red cock, shaped to a lovely knot at the base with a bit of an exaggerated taper on the top. It was the only way that it was going to fit in her, considering that she didn't grow as much as other weres did, and she knew better than to try and go for something that was more full-sized. She'd rip herself apart, and healing or not, that stuff hurt.

She considered getting out the lube packet, but her pussy throbbed, reminding her that she didn't have a lot of time before her urges took over again. Her heat demanded satisfaction, [i]now![/i]

Placing the wide base in the middle of her bed, Red straddled it and looked down at the way that it came so close to just sliding in on its own. Her juices rolled down the side of the shaft like she was a little fountain…and she nearly was. Groaning, she lowered herself an inch, feeling the toy spreading her slightly before she lifted herself back up again.

[i]So thick,[/i] she thought, her hands moving from her hips to her chest, starting at the top pair of breasts and cupping them. They weren't huge, not like some, but they were big enough to fill her hands. She squeezed, a little shiver running down her spine the closer that her fingers got to the center. Her nipples were already hard, pushing themselves forward almost like teats, and she had to force herself to take her time reaching for them.

Everything felt so hot, so prickly when she was like this, like every nerve was hypersensitive. Even through her new coat of fur, she could feel the blanket beneath her knees, the way that the room was still so hot despite the breeze, the way that the toy felt rubbing between her thighs as well as between her lips…

Another slow drop, another pull up before she could go more than halfway down. She was so wet, and yet it still stretched her out beyond what she'd expected. Definitely a good idea to go for a medium toy rather than a large.

“Mmmph…more…"

But she couldn't stop. She needed to have more inside of her, more of that feeling, more of the pleasure. Her fingers dropped down to the second pair of breasts, smaller, but still so good. So sensitive. She brushed her nipples, tugging on them lightly, and she gasped at the sudden spike of pleasure it gave her.

“Mmmm…yes…yes…"

Up, down, up, down, each time taking a little bit more of the toy. It didn't give, not the way that a real shaft would, but that was fine. The hardness and firmness more than made up for it, making it feel more…merciless, ruthless.

Her claws pinched tighter at her tits, raking over them rougher as she moaned and bounced her hips. Every time she took it a bit further, managing a bit more, she congratulated herself. She was doing good. She was a good girl. A good bitch.

The words were coming from her were side, throwing human thought out the window and making it harder to think of consequences. Such as what would happen if she got too violent on the bed, if she started riding the toy too hard and started snapping things. Such as what would happen if she got too loud and the neighbors called the cops on her for having such a 'loud pet.' Such as what would happen if people started wondering just who was…howling.

God, she was howling! She didn't even realize that she'd started, but she was letting out baying, eager sounds as she fucked herself on the toy and barely cared. Red tried to stop herself, but her body was out of control. Her hips were moving like they were on auto-pilot, rising up and down, fucking herself down to the knot of the toy, her fingers grabbing at her nipples and pulling them, almost like it would make her breasts even bigger, and her tail was wagging like she was getting the treat of a lifetime.

She leaned forward, supporting herself on her elbows as she worked her hanging tits, kneading them, groping them, squeezing them. Her breasts were going to be bruised by morning, but she didn't care. She didn't mind. She wanted, needed more. That ache in her middle was spreading, demanding satisfaction, and she would go insane if she didn't get it.

She humped her hips down on the toy, taking it as far as it could go, the knot already starting to spread her open, making it harder to hold back from taking it even further. Her pussy dripped like crazy, already soaking a puddle in the middle of the bed, threatening to spread all over the thing if she didn't stop.

She didn't.

Up and down, up and down, smashing her sex against the knot like it was the only thing that mattered, pulling and pinching, even twisting her nipples for more stimulation. Her breasts bounced with her fucking motions, and she was barking rather than moaning now, whimpering and howling and barking like a dog. Her thoughts were slipping away, pulling back to the idea of being a good bitch, a good girl, getting humped properly.

In, out, in, out, so close. Her upper body hurt from how much she was torturing and pulling on her breasts in desperation, and her pussy was getting sore. It needed the knot, it was slowly opening for it, but it was taking so long.

Red couldn't wait any longer. With a growling whimper, she dragged herself upright, pulling herself all the way up to the tip of the toy…and then dropped. She let gravity take her all the way down. The knot slammed into her, tried to hold her weight, and then failed, the toy popping into her with all the force of a car crash, or so it felt.

Her howl echoed through the room and went out the window as she came. Oh, it hurt, but it felt sooooo good at the same time. She was drenched, the bed was soaked, and the whole place smelled of horny wolf.

It was good.

Ring, ring, ring.

Ring, ring, ring.

It took three rings for her to realize her apartment phone was going off, and a fourth to realize that she had to answer it. Whimpering and gasping as she went since the toy was still inside of her, she picked it up at the last ring.

“Rrrrrrello?"

[i]Gods, I'm growling still…wake up…wake up, Red![/i]

“Hello, this is the front desk."

“Um, hi?"

“Yes, we're calling because there have been several noise complaints…about an animal, of all things."

[i]Crap…[/i]

She tried to smile, even as every werewolf instinct wanted to giggle.

“Uh, it's just a one-night thing. Just holding it here until I can get it to the vet in the morning."

“I see. Well, try and keep it quiet if you can."

“I'll do my best. I'll make sure it's gone by morning."

“We'll be checking."

Click.

She shivered, but not from how close that was. No, it was the fact that despite the knotted toy in her, her body still wanted more.

[i]This is going to be a long night.[/i]

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]