One Weird App (Commission for Fusion Fanatic)
Story by The Hopeless Heathen on SoFurry
An erotic story about an app that can merge humans with just about anything (but in this case, it's wolves)
This story was commissioned by Fusion Fanatic, but uses characters of my own creation. If you're interested in having me write something for you, PM me or mention it in the comments. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, please put them down below.
Hank was a faithful man, more or less; he never cheated on his wife, he went to church every now and again, and he believed his football team would make it at least to the semi-finals. That didn’t mean he had no vices, however, and on a particularly dreary Saturday afternoon with the TV set to a football game, he was looking for something to spice up his mundane life.
He knew looking for weird porn on the deep web was morally reprehensible on some level, but as he scrolled through the various shady sites, he figured that it wasn’t all that bad. I mean, they’re all consenting adults, he thought, and nobody’s getting hurt… well nobody who didn’t want to get hurt. After a few minutes of browsing, he pulled up a page featuring some shapely women in bikinis, and he was just about to click on an incredibly voluptuous blonde when the site redirected him onto some malware-infested page. “Goddamnit,” he grumbled, and he was about to hit the back button when the text caught his eye.
“Transform her into something new!” The text was bright red against a white background, right above a gif showing an old, decrepit, fishwife-looking woman transforming into a big-breasted, athletic, silver-haired beauty. That alone piqued his interest, but before he could scroll further, a familiar voice cut through his concentration.
“Y’know, you’re gonna grow moss if you just sit there all day.” Hank turned to see his wife striding into the living room, carrying a basket of laundry by her hip. It wasn’t that Marlene wasn’t beautiful —she had the curvy hips of a model, flawless red hair, and a rack you could balance a mug on— it was just that after seven years, the same old nagging had worn his nerves thin.
“Do you have something you’d like to do together?” he asked in a mocking tone.
“Sweetie, I’ve got chores to do, since you refuse to help around the house.” Marlene could bitch about his football-watching habits until the end of time, but if he ever asked her what she wanted to do, she suddenly either didn’t have any opinion or was too much of a martyr to have fun. Women…
Anyway, where was he… oh, right, that transformation app. “Have you ever wished your lover was someone else?” a blurb at the bottom read, “Have you ever wanted a taste of exotic fruits without the risk of cheating?” Yeah, Hank thought, he wished Marlene was someone who liked TV as much as him. “Then you should try TranSnapper, the cutting edge of transformative photography!” The webpage went on to explain how exactly the app worked: you snapped a picture of whoever you wanted to transform, found a picture of something to mix it with, pressed a button, and voila! The two were merged into one. He figured the before-and-after demo pictures were probably photoshopped, but it still piqued his interest enough to hit the download button, and even if it turned out to be total bullshit, the software on his phone would stave off whatever malware was contained within.
When he jumped out of the browser, the app was swiftly installing, and it didn’t take long for it to finish downloading. As soon as it was done, he tapped the icon, causing a few weird logos to pop up before it got to the home screen. It didn’t take long for Hank to find the start button, and once he brought up the camera function, he decided he knew the perfect person to try it out on.
Hank left the TV on as he began creeping towards the laundry room, making sure to be as quiet as possible; he knew Marlene hated having her picture taken without slathering on a pound of makeup first, and he didn’t want to have to wait the hour it took her to get prettied up. Instead, he stealthily peeked into the laundry room to find her folding clothes, something she never let him do because he’d always do it wrong somehow. It was easy to take the picture and slip back to the couch, and once he looked it over, he realized it was quite flattering where his wife’s ass was concerned.
“Alright, Marlene,” Hank muttered to himself, “How do I want to upgrade you?” His first thought was to give her the body of a porn star, but as he went over a couple of them in his head, he realized she already had most of what he looked for… hell, she could probably star in pornos if she wasn’t so prudish. So what didn’t he like about her…
The nagging! The constant, passive-aggressive, infuriating nagging… but how could he get rid of that? After a moment’s thought, he quickly realized the only people who didn’t nag him were his guy friends, and if he combined her with one of them…
Hank quickly switched from the camera to camera roll, then swiped through a bunch of pictures to find one of his friends. The first one he found was of Dave, but he quickly realized he didn’t want Marlene to take on Dave’s Danny Devito looks. The next friend Hank found was far more palatable, and the eager husband didn’t hesitate to choose the picture of Mike; the guy was handsome by anyone’s standards, six-foot-two and built like a professional bodybuilder. Hank didn’t hesitate to press the confirmation button, and as the loading icon span around, he found himself giddy with anticipation. He didn’t know exactly what he was expecting, and part of his brain thought it would be a huge letdown, but the rest of it somehow knew it had to be good. As the loading icon faded to something else, his excitement came to a head, and yet he was still utterly surprised by what it put out.
It was definitely Marlene, but with a completely different body: she had smooth, toned muscles all over her, and her face looked just a bit more masculine. She still had the great tits and wide hips, but now she looked like she could lift him over her head. Hank then noticed the background of the photo, which he quickly recognized as his own living room and overstuffed couch; this new Marlene was sitting right where Mike usually sat, and beside her was a pack of beers that dripped with condensation.
Meanwhile, Marlene had just finished folding her husband’s shirts when she felt something… weird. Her father would have described it as someone walking over her grave, but she thought it felt more like someone was staring at her from across the room. She didn’t have much time to focus on it, however, because a different feeling quickly took its place… something she hadn’t felt since the eighth grade. It was an aching all over her body, seeming to penetrate to her very bones… it was like she was having a growth spurt all over again, only this time, she could actually see her limbs growing longer and more muscular. The sheer absurdity of it put her into a sort of shock, so much so that when it finally stopped, she hardly questioned her new near-peak physique. “Honey,” she called out, flexing one bicep and watching how the muscles rippled under her skin, “There’s something you should come see…”
“What is it?” Hank wasn’t sure if it was just some ploy to conscript him into doing some chores, but it seemed an odd coincidence that she called for him right after he used the app. After a moment’s contemplation, he decided it was worth checking out, and he’d just gotten up off the couch when Marlene came back into the living room. Hank was utterly dumbstruck; at first, he thought a beefy lesbian had broken into his house, but he gradually recognized it as the muscle-bound version of his wife that the app had conjured up. “M-Marlene?”
Her blouse looked two sizes too small for her, showing off her pronounced six-pack, and her pants weren’t long enough to cover her chiseled calves. Her arms looked like they could snap a log in half, and as she walked around the couch, Hank realized she was now a few inches taller than he was. “Pretty cool, right?” she said as she flopped down beside him, flexing one arm to show off her new strength.
Hank wasn’t sure whether to be worried or elated; on the one hand, his wife seemed to be acting a bit more relaxed, but on the other, she looked like she could lift sixty pounds with one arm. The implications of suddenly having a buff bodybuilder for a wife made his head spin, so much so that he didn’t even begin to wonder how an app altered his wife’s physiology. Would she be a dom in bed? Would she start going to the gym instead of her book club? Would she chug protein shakes instead of wine? “H-how did this happen?” he hesitantly stammered, to which Marlene replied with a nonchalant shrug.
“I dunno,” she said, “But could you get me a beer?”
“Uh… you sure you don’t want wine?”
Marlene turned and looked at him like he was crazy. “Did I stutter?”
Not knowing what else to do, Hank got off the sofa and grabbed to beers from the fridge. Marlene popped the cap off hers using the edge of the coffee table --something she would have bitched at him to no end for before her little transformation-- and put her now size-12 feet up on it. Hank hesitantly did the same, and when his wife didn’t nag him one bit, he began to wonder how drastic the change was. As he sipped his own beer, he pondered whether this new version of Marlene was better or worse, but he was quickly interrupted by his wife’s voice.
“So how exactly does this all work?” Marlene was looking over the on-screen football game with avid intensity, watching how the players ran across the field while tossing the ball back and forth. “I know you have to get the ball to the other side, but there’s more to it, isn’t there?”
In all their seven years of marriage, Hank has never known his wife to take an interest in any sport, especially full-contact ones like football. Part of him was excited that she finally seemed interested, while another part thought the sudden attention was just too weird. “Well, the team on offense, or the one carrying the ball, gets four tries to get it ten yards or more. If they can’t, the ball goes to the other team, and they try to do the same thing.” Right then, the offense team got a touchdown, and Marlene seemed captivated by the cheering and celebrating. “You get six points for getting the ball into the end zone, three points for kicking it through the posts, two points for getting it into the end zone after a touchdown, and one point for kicking it between the posts after a touchdown.”
“Hmm…” Marlene took a long swig from her beer bottle, enjoying the bitter flavor much more than she had before. As her husband explained the minutia of football, she realized it all felt familiar, like she’d heard it all as a kid but had forgotten about it over the years. It certainly seemed like a fun game, and Marlene imagined playing it would be even more fun than watching. In her mind’s eye, she conjured a fantasy of running down the field, bowling through the defending players like an 18-wheeler. After plowing her way to the end zone, she threw down the ball in a show of strength before looking up to the crowd, soaking in their admiration and excitement for their home team’s star player. People were chanting her name, screaming it; she’d just won the game, and as she strode off the field victoriously, she was crowed by the rest of the big, burly men on her team. However, it wasn’t them that held her attention… Marlene found herself drawn in by one of the cute cheerleaders on the sidelines, suddenly enchanted by her small frame, ample chest, and blonde hair done up in a ponytail.
“Marlene?” She was quickly drawn back to reality by her husband’s voice, and when she looked him over, she found herself strangely disappointed. Marlene swore she’d found her husband handsome in the past, but now, she hardly considered him her type.
“Yeah, I’m here,” she replied, “Just thinking of something.”
The two of them continued watching TV for several more hours, switching from football to a sitcom when the game got dull. Instead of dinner, Marlene ordered a large pizza topped with all Hank’s favorites, which they both dug into with quite a bit of gusto. Once the pizza was finished, they got out a big bag of chips with salsa and queso that they ate in between laughs and snarky comments. For the first time in years, Hank felt like he was genuinely connected to his wife; they found the same crude jokes funny, they liked the same unhealthy food, and most of all, neither of them had any concern for household chores. By the time Hank started to feel sleepy, they were surrounded by empty bottles and bowls, and he was just about to suggest they should head to bed when his wife said something earth-shattering: “Damn, she looks hot.”
Suddenly, Hank’s perfect evening cracked like a glass mirror. “What?” He wasn’t sure he’d heard her right, and he desperately hoped he hadn’t. “What’d you say?”
Marlene just shrugged. “I said she’s hot,” she repeated, pointing to a cute-looking woman on screen.
“You mean… she’s beautiful, right?”
“No, I mean she’s hot, like, I wanna grind her all night long.” She underlined her point by making a humping motion, and the full impact of her words hit Hank like a freight train. “I mean, don’t you?”
Oh shit, he’d just turned his wife gay! It suddenly dawned on him that her transformation had switched all her likes to those of his bodybuilder friend, including who she wanted to bang; without really thinking, Hank changed the channel to a news site, then began frantically trying to find the app that started all this. “What the hell?” Marlene exclaimed, “I was watching that!”
“Sorry…” Hank finally brought up the option to take a photo to merge, but he suddenly realized he needed something to combine Marlene with… something that liked men. He began flipping through the channels, hoping against hope he could find something that really liked men. Not cartoons… not a show about lesbian prisoners… not an old folk’s home advertisement… come on…
Suddenly, Marlene made a grab for the remote, but Hank was quick enough to throw it across the room. Realizing that he didn’t have much time, he settled for a nature show with a she-wolf in heat; he snapped the picture, hit the confirm button, and quietly prayed for the damn app to load. When it did, however, he immediately regretted choosing the nature show, but as he looked over to his wife, he realized it was far too late.
After her husband had chucked the remote away in an apparent spaz attack, Marlene had gotten up to retrieve it, but just as she picked it up off the floor, she felt that same feeling of being stared at. It was quickly followed by the now-familiar sensation of growing pains, but this time, it only affected her face, hands, and feet. She found herself switching her weight onto the balls of her feet as they grew into paws, and she watched her arms grow thick grey fur; her nose and mouth pushed out until they’d become a full-on snout, and her nails blackened and lengthened into wolf-like claws. The first instinct in her mind was to panic, but before fear could take hold, a primal urge to do something smothered it, and as her enhanced nose picked up a familiar musky smell, she realized what she needed to do.
Instead of his wife, Hank found himself staring down a massive werewolf, a hulking, furry creature with crimson hair cascading down its shoulders. As its feral eyes met his, he saw a glimmer of recognition, and it dawned on him that this must be Marlene. “Ah… h-honey?” he stammered, “Is… is that you?”
Instead of replying, the werewolf bolted toward him with terrifying speed, vaulting over the back of the couch in the blink of an eye and landing right on top of him. She leaned down and began snuffling at his face, seemingly undaunted by his terrified expression. Her thick, muscular legs straddled his belly, and as she continued to inhale his scent, she laced her furry digits between his fingers and pinned his arms above his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever told you that you smell delicious,” she growled, shifting her weight back and forth almost like she was grinding her hips against him. Before Hank could reply, she leaned in and licked his cheek with her wide, wet tongue, and added, “You taste delicious, too…”
The only thought running through her husband’s mind was that she was going to eat him, and he hoped to god he could get through to his wife before she ripped out his throat. “M-Marlene, it’s me… it’s Hank…”
Marlene let out a deep, rumbling chuckle. “Of course it’s you, silly,” she purred, “I wouldn’t want anyone else…” Suddenly, she grabbed Hank by the collar and ripped his shirt open, sending buttons flying everywhere. Next, she ripped the entire front of her undershirt off and tossed it away, and once her husband’s chest was bared, she backed up and took a long, deep breath of his scent. The smell was maddeningly arousing, and Marlene realized she hadn’t been this turned on in… ever. It was like she needed to screw him, like her whole body was begging for intimate contact. As she scooted back and began tearing at his fly, she could feel herself getting soaking wet, and the amorous fire in her groin refused to die down.
Hank’s terrified confusion only worsened once the werewolf ripped through the front of his pants, and as she yanked both his jeans and underwear off by the waistband, he felt a strange mixture of fear and arousal. “Wait,” he whimpered, “W-what are you doing?”
The werewolf suddenly lunged forward, straddling his now naked groin as she stared him down. “Aren’t you always saying we don’t have enough sex?” she growled, lustily grinding her hips against her husband’s limp member like a dog humping a pillow. He could feel the moisture soaked through her pants, and despite his fear, he found himself getting the slightest bit aroused.
“But… you’re all furry…”
She licked him again, this time right along his jugular. “My pussy’s not,” she growled, “Besides, what’s wrong with a little something exotic?” Before he could reply, she flipped around and hopped her legs on either side of his head, putting the soaked crotch of her pants right in front of his nose. He then felt her paws start fiddling around with his cock, trying feverishly to stroke him to hardness, and a few seconds later, he felt her warm, wet tongue begin lapping at his shaft. The sensation of the soft, slimy organ rubbing against his manhood felt great, he couldn’t deny that, but there was still some primal part of his brain that thought she was planning to bite his junk off. Hank let out a shaky sigh as she began both fondling his balls and tongue-bathing his dick, and despite the terror lurking in the back of his mind, his member started gradually stiffening.
Unfortunately, Marlene didn’t have much patience for foreplay; as soon as he was hard, she spun back around and tore off her blouse, letting her big, furry tits bounce freely as she sat back and yanked off both her pants and panties. As she remounted his hips, Hank realized something vitally important, and he did his best to halt the savage wolf that his wife had become. “Don’t we need a condom?” he asked, to which Marlene let out a huffing chuckle.
“No condoms,” she growled, and Hank quickly realized there were no breaks on the estrus train. Usually, Marlene preferred taking things slow, but as her husband soon discovered, the wolf’s burning heat had driven out any semblance of subtlety. Once she had her dripping snatch lined up with his tip, she sat down on it hard, burying him in her hot, wet, pulsating loins. Once he was in to the hilt, Marlene began sliding up and down, rubbing her meaty clit at the same time for a cascade of pure pleasure. Hank’s thick dick was hitting all the right buttons, and with the increased sensitivity, she brought herself toward an orgasm at a breakneck pace.
Meanwhile, Hank was utterly stunned by his wife’s feral ferocity; her tight vagina was fucking him almost too fast to enjoy, and he found his fingers digging into the couch cushions as overstimulation took over. It just felt so good, so slimy and cozy and warm… he wasn’t sure how long he could last, and as his wife continued on without pause, Hank worried he’d wind up disappointing the buff, horny werewolf on top of him. “Oh god,” he moaned, “Honey… you feel so good…”
Marlene replied only with a feral growl. She was so close to release, so goddamn close… the she-wolf picked up the pace even further, hammering her hips against her husband’s with primal ferocity. It felt like her whole body was tensing up, and just as she reached her breaking point, she pressed her vulva flush to her husband’s groin while working furiously at her clit. She let out all her primordial lust in one long howl of ecstasy, a cry that seemed to reverberate throughout the house as her body shivered with pleasure.
His wife had climaxed just before Hank felt himself reach the point of no return, and he let out a quiet sigh of relief as the wolf thrust down onto his hips. Although her pussy squeezed tight around his shaft like a grasping fist, it wasn’t enough to get him off, and once Marlene flopped against him in a furry heap, he silently prayed she was satisfied. “That sounded intense,” he sighed, subtly slipping his member out of her snatch with a quiet squelch. “Think you’re ready for bed yet?”
As soon as the words left his lips, he regretted getting his wife’s attention. “I’m just getting started,” she purred as her eyes snapped open, “Besides, I still want your seed inside me…”
“What?”
To better demonstrate her intentions, Marlene turned around, bent herself over the armrest across from Hank, and spread both her legs and her vulva. Her fluffy tail wagged excitedly over her rump, and her snatch dripped vaginal fluid onto the cushions. “I want you to breed me,” she cooed, “To mount me and make me yours…” She looked back to her husband with amorous excitement gleaming in her eyes, and he could tell she meant every feverish word. “Come on, cowboy, don’t you want to pound my fluffy ass?”
Common sense told him that having sex without a condom was risky as hell, and he still didn’t trust the wolf to not bite something off… but in the end, his dick’s throbbing urge to blow his load finally won him over. After taking off what remained of his shirt, he crawled over to where his wife was bent over, got his hips lined up behind her, and slipped back inside the blissful warmth of her snatch. At first, Hank started with slow, gentle strokes, but after Marlene looked back at him with fire in her eyes, he sped up until he was going at a decent clip. In addition to humping her, he reached down to rub at his wife’s juicy clit, causing her to pant happily with satisfaction. Getting boned in doggy style somehow just felt right to her, and as Hank leans down over her back, she hummed with blissful pleasure. “Ohhh… harder,” she groaned, “Fuck me like you mean it…”
Her husband did his best to speed up, thrusting ever faster as she leaned back into his hips. Sliding in and out of her snatch felt even better now that he was in control, and the more he humped, the more he felt a little round lump rubbing against the underside of his shaft. It took him a second to recognize it as her g-spot, and every time he pushed past it, Marlene seemed to pulse with pleasure. It didn’t take long for him to bring her close to another climax, but before he could finish her off, he felt the pressure in his balls nearing an orgasm of his own. Hank slowed down to compensate, but his lupine wife wouldn’t have it. “Don’t stop, finish inside me,” she moaned, “I wanna feel your sperm in my womb!”
After a moment’s contemplation, Hank did as he was asked; he sped up until his balls were slapping against Marlene’s furry groin, bringing himself over the edge to a powerful climax. His wife’s insides seemed to tighten around him as he finally blew his load, and as he spurted his seed deep into her nethers, it almost felt like she was milking him dry. “Ahhhh… fuck,” he moaned while hugging his wife’s furry rear, “So good…” He could feel her pussy squeezing and pulsing, coaxing out everything he had to offer; by the time he finally finished, his balls felt utterly drained, and he pulled out with a sweet slurping noise. “How was that?” he panted as he flopped back onto the couch, “Good enough?”
Marlene turned back to face him with a warm smile on her lips, something Hank instantly recognized as purely his wife’s. “That was perfect,” she cooed, right before bending forward like a contortionist and licking her own groin clean. Hank watched with amazement as the wolf slurped up all the semen and vaginal fluid leaking out of her vulva, then let out a sigh of contentment as she crawled over and did the same to his cock. “Ready for bed?” she asked once both of them were thoroughly cleaned, and when her husband gently nodded, she got to her feet and scooped him up like a child. It felt strangely comforting, being carried to bed by a strong she-wolf, especially since her fur was so damn soft against his bare skin. When they finally made it to the bedroom, Marlene set her husband down and cuddled up right behind him, hugging him tightly to her fluffy chest. As he lay there in his wife’s tender embrace, Hank slowly realized this was the most intimate they’d been in years; usually, they slept on opposite sides of the bed, and he’d almost forgotten how good it felt to be this intimate. He could feel Marlene’s chest rise and fall with each steady breath, and with her arms wrapped around his torso, she could feel his slow, mellow heartbeat.
Despite the cozy warmth, however, Hank could still feel an icy sliver of guilt in his heart. “Honey,” he sighed, “I’ve got something to confess. This whole transformation deal… how you got really guy-ish, then turned into a wolf… it’s all my fault. I found this weird app that I thought was just a face swap or something, but then you changed, and I… I’m sorry. I should’ve gotten your permission first, should’ve looked into it more, should’ ve-”
His heartfelt confession was interrupted by a gruff laugh from his wife. “Baby, there’s nothing to be sorry about,” she chuckled, “I haven’t felt this good in years, and I think we both like me better as a frisky wolf.” She rolled Hank over to look into his eyes, and right then, he knew it was his wife talking. “I think we’ve both needed something new and exciting,” she continued, “Something to… spice up the routine.” Suddenly her brow furrowed as if deep in thought, and her eyes began to glimmer with mischievous intent. “Why don’t you just relax?” she purred, “I’ve got something I want to try.”
With that, Marlene nimbly hopped off the bed and dashed off into the living room. The TV was still tuned to the nature documentary, and as she grabbed Hank’s phone from off the floor, she saw it was still in the swapper app that her husband had been talking about. It was easy enough to change the base picture to one of Hank’s drunken selfies, although her wolffish digits made manipulating the screen a bit difficult; once that was done, Marlene chose the she-wolf’s randy mate as the thing to merge him with. Finally, she hit the button to confirm, then ran back to the bedroom to see her handiwork.
Just as his wife came back into view, Hank felt something that reminded him of watching horror movies in the dark, but before he could turn around to scan the shadows, the feeling was replaced by a throbbing pain in all his extremities. He watched in shock as his arms and legs morphed to match his wife’s, growing the same thick grey fur as his hands as feet became paws. He looked between his legs to see his balls growing a similar coat, and his foreskin quickly grew into a lupine sheath; as he looked over his wife’s naked body, he could feel a primal spark of arousal ignite in his breast, and to his surprise, a little red thing began to peek out of his sheath.
“Oooh… that’s new…” After leaping back into bed, Marlene didn’t hesitate to fondle the furry organ, coaxing out his thick red member bit by bit. She didn’t get to play with it much, however; Hank’s powerful nose quickly picked up on an intoxicating yet familiar smell, and seeking it out led him to stick his snout between his wife’s legs.
“Mmmm… something smells tasty,” he purred, licking his chops like the big bad wolf. “I think some foreplay sounds nice, don’t you?”
Before she could reply, Marlene found herself knocked onto her back, and she looked up just as her husband licked her snatch. It started as just teasing, a gentle lick to get her lubed up, but Hank quickly realized his tongue could do so much more. He promptly dug in like a tick, getting his tongue nice and deep with each tender stroke; Marlene simply loved the feeling of the long, moist organ penetrating her vulva, and she crossed her muscular, furry legs behind his head. “Mrrrrr… right there,” she moaned, “That’s perfect…” Hank could feel her insides contracting on his tongue, silently begging him to go deeper, and he was happy to oblige. Right then, his wife’s snatch was the most delicious thing he’d ever tasted, and the musky smell of her nethers was like an enchanting perfume. He didn’t stop until she cried out in our ecstasy, and even then, he kept on lapping at her clit, slathering her labia with slick saliva and riding her through her climax.
By the time he finally pulled back, Marlene was thoroughly satisfied, but she quickly regained her composure as she laid eyes on her husband’s bright red member. “Come on, stud,” she purred, scooting forward and grabbing his hips with her legs. “Let’s put that thing to use!”
Hank didn’t hesitate to pounce on top of her, but he stopped just short of penetrating her, putting his cock right up against her snatch without pressing inward. “Oh, so impatient,” he chuckled, “Aren’t you going to say please?”
“Nope!” Marlene quickly pulled her husband in with her legs, forcing him all the way in and making her gasp in surprise; apparently, the wolf she’d crossed him with had been quite well endowed, judging by the feeling of utter fullness she got from having him inside her. Seeing as how he was already balls-deep, Hank decided to do away with teasing and began jackhammering into his wife with primal ferocity. Her pussy felt even tighter compared to their first round, and her ribbed walls coaxed him to go even faster. Before long, both of them were panting and moaning, loving every second of their fearsome lovemaking. Sweet squelching filled the air as Hank pounded into her slick loins, and both of them were enthralled by each other’s scents.
After a few minutes, however, they both felt something popping in and out with each thrust, and Hank looked down to see a sizeable bulge at the base of his cock. In the heat of the moment, he didn’t bother asking what it was, and instead just kept his strokes nice and deep. The bulge was even more sensitive to the ribbed texture and cozy embrace of his wife’s snatch, and the closer Hank got to his own climax, the more it seemed to grow. “Gahhh…” he growled, “I think… mrrgh… think I’m gonna…”
“Me too… ahhhh!” The two of them tumbled into pure bliss in each other’s arms, with Marlene’s vulva squeezing tight around her husband’s thick knot. She could feel gouts of hot, sticky cum pumping deep inside her, filling her womb with lupine sperm; her husband kept thrusting until the very end when he let out a bestial groan before flopping on top of her. Even though he’d cum twice as hard this time, he didn’t feel nearly as tired, and after a brief rest with his snout between her furry tits, the only thing that stopped him from fucking his wife all over again was the fact that his dick was stuck.
“So, ah… what now?” Confusion and embarrassment were evident in his frown, and he wasn’t sure what to do until his wife rolled him over and sat up triumphantly.
“Now, we just wait,” she replied, “It takes a few minutes to soften up, and once it does, you can pull right out.”
Hank’s embarrassment turned into confusion. “How…”
“I’ve seen that documentary before, they explain how the whole knot thing works. Supposedly, it’s done to increase fertility,” Marlene then lay back down on top of her husband, cuddling against his chest while letting out a long sigh of contentment. “Wanna go again once it wears off?”
“Oh, hell yes.”
Once Hank’s knot softened enough to pull loose, he and his wife started with a bit of foreplay, then got right back to boning. They screwed again, and again, and again, and again until at long last, both their bestial appetites were finally slaked. Seeing as how the bed was utterly soiled with lupine bodily fluids, the couple instead staggered over to the couch, where they cuddled up in each other’s arms like lifelong mates. Hank couldn’t remember a time he’d felt more in love with his wife, and when she was more in love with him. Eventually, they had to take a break from non-stop boning to revert and resume their dreary human lives, but every chance they got, they used the app to go right back to their old wolfish passions.
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