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I’m growling quite often lately, softly enough to keep me from exploding into strings of animal calls…despite how much I feel compelled. This isn’t normal of me, but neither is the bizarre relationship I’m cementing with my Goldie, a sexy and intimate woman who likes to act like a dog…grrrr…no, a wolf. And I think her fascination is somehow starting to rub off on me, enough to the part that I’m starting to see things; feel things. I’m certain I felt fur over her slender nudity a moment ago, even brushing from a furry tail whipping at my wolfhood. Gah; I mean manhood…right? No…that sounds wrong.

“What’s happening to me?” I quietly mutter sounding another growl I can barely contain, animal urges much like from my daydream plaguing my thoughts overwhelming me with wants and needs of a wild beast. “It’s like I’m turning into a wolf like her; I can’t get the thought of being one out of my head.”

Various scenes of canine breeding flash within my fevered mind, my sore spent arousal rising to attention beckoning more carnal fun. I turn away from the door and slam my hands over the bathroom sink counter, nails scraping the marble; body contorting while I struggled to get a hold of myself senses. Primal aggression surges hunched over the sink with my posture bulging like a beast, lips peeled back showing my teeth as the growls worsens into a fierce snarl surprising that I can maintain a soft tone despite it.

I think want my Goldie to hear me, but some part of my rationality is too embarrassed to have her see me like this…even though she’s shown this to me before and freely. The lustful evening we shared over a week ago comes to mind, my Goldie and I meeting at my apartment immediately stumbling into a flurry of sultry passion; my mate begging to mate. I only stepped out of the bedroom for a moment as we stripped, slipping a condom on as I normally do. When I came back my Goldie’s animalistic behavior unabashedly took over completely for the first time, rolling in bed submissively as she whined and barked calling me to claim her while in heat.

I remember her scent then. I didn’t catch it well before, but today; my shewolf’s musk fuming strongly with it this morning I easily recognize her pheromones. They draw me in now like they did before, unaware what her scent was doing to me. Stunned as I was seeing my Goldie act like animal I couldn’t deny the lust that rushed through my body, giving into her whims as I crawled into bed and embraced kissing her ravenously. It felt silly Goldie sharing her affections in wet licks and heavy pants, her limbs curled in hugging my body in her submissive posture like a real wolf, but I looked past it as cutesy or adorable concerned most with fulfilling our equal yearning for sexual gratification.

Cutesy…adorable…still true. But now I find her behavior less juvenile, a perfect fitting match for my beautiful and horny shewolf.

We were both surprised how quickly I conformed, rolling my shewolf onto her belly and backing behind only to grasp her haunches and breath in her intoxicating musk. It had grown stronger then, and my hormones screamed to mate. Without much thought I began to act like her…did I, or was I just playing around giving her what she wanted? The memory of our courtship has gotten a bit fuzzy, the hallucinations affecting my judgment as my erotic thoughts were transforming again like before as I began to imagine a small tail growing from above her luscious rump, extending longer and gathering fur as I started to lash my tongue vigorously over her swollen glistening sex.

Crap. I can’t focus straight. Whatever is wrong with me I’m starting to picture my Goldie changing into a wolf again. And yet; her metamorphosis enthralls me, idle hands grasping and stroking my thick erection, soft whines bellowing from clench teeth lifted high with my tilted head. Fuck…is this why my Goldie likes to pretend to be animal? Is this why that whole community of weirdos likes to dress up in those disturbing mascot costumes? This feels so wrong, but…I…I want…

The memory continues to play out with the fantasy overlapping, fingers caressing my Goldie’s hindlegs as animal fur sprout underneath, muscle toning and flesh altering to feel more canine than it should. I can’t stop lick though despite the oddity of her changing form, the taste of her sensitive flesh and the trickle of her feminine nectar driving me crazy; wild even. I pull away to catch my breath, panting heavily like a real animal much like my Goldie, gaze upon me with her head turned back. Her face; her nose and mouth has grown out like a short monstrous muzzle with long fangs peeking above and under her darkening lips, cheeks flushed with a thin mane and ears erect and wide into a near perfect semblance to that of a wolfs.

Her eyes…shining brilliantly in amber gold, beady and feral yet retaining some intelligence, enough to show her lust and love expressing her need for me.

And I can no longer control myself, beastly growls escaping my panting maw as I take my bitch and mount, my throbbing pride thrusted wildly inside her slick sweltering temple.

Fuck yes…I remember…I want it again.

My body shudders violent nearly losing my balance, prying my oddly large and rough palmed hand swiftly back upon the counter’s edge. My spine and shoulders suddenly ache along with other parts of my being, my slouch worsening feeling as if my torso is stretching; my chest on fire feeling the bones of my rib cage barreling as my body hair itches…spreading? The erotic scene in my head recalls my Goldie’s tail whipping underneath my legs tickling my loins, and I bellow a pleasant beastly whine as my own tail wags excitedly to the stimulation.

Wait…my OWN tail!

The migraine strikes back with a vengeance being the sensation to ultimate snap me back to reality, though I still feel fixated on this obsessive animal mentality making me feel comfortable in my canine verbal expressions let alone my thoughts. I slap a thick hand against my forehead fruitlessly trying to nurse the throbbing headache that persists.

“I don’t know what’s worse,” I grumble holding back more growling, “This bizarre hangover or the fact I want to Goldie and I to be real wolves right now and mate like rabbits.”

Mmm…rabbits…chase and hunt. Kill and feed. Hunt bigger for mate and I to chase and feed.’

My tongue lolls out unable to contain my animal pants heaving hard and restless, muscles twitching and bones sore as the primal rush of desiring to be a wolf sweeps my thoughts once more, the memory of mating productively with my Goldie clear in my mind humping the sink’s cabinets in tandem to my daydream. I feel my tail wagging behind curling back; I don’t react as startled to the subtle animalistic qualities as I did before the pounding in my head returned.

Golden feral eyes peer into the vanity mirror in front of me for the first time since I entered the bathroom, panting and humping mindlessly as I start to gradually fawn over the wolfish features that reflect back at me. A blackening canine nose flared above my swelling maw flashing lengthened fangs, pointed growing tips of my widening ears peeking through my hair, a thin mane of fur spreading down from the back of my cheeks to around my neck and shoulders.

Wolf. Look like wolf. Feel like wolf. Feel good wolf. Be wolf…be wolf for shewolf; for mate.

I’m howling. I catch myself before my voice crescendos keeping the next one soft and quiet as it possibly can be. But I’m howling…and it feels so wonderful to howl. I snarl back to myself confused at my frail resistance, bellowing a deep growlish shrill as I stare fiercely in the mirror, howling once more as the thrill of my lupine ascendance ignites a wild euphoria my mate must feel when it takes her over, my cum dribbling over my searing animal cock ready to explode.

My wolfhood…oh my god, I feel it; my foreskin is gone nothing but a pulsating red rod, the head flattened like a spade and the base swollen eager to knot, to tie.

Goldie I whine, the need to mount and mate with my shewolf overriding any sensible logic thought I once had, my voice tightening preparing to howl for my shewolf hoping she answers my call.

Instead; my howl cracks into growls ad whines of pain once more grasping my head, the unbearable migraine distracts my urges briefly ironically giving me some reprieve to think again.

Christ! This is getting out of control. It’s like I’m turning into a real wolf. But it can’t be; this is just all in my head, right? My hangover; this has gotta be the worst one I’ve ever had in my life. Maybe I caught some kind of flu after the kinky shit we must have done last night, or maybe this is liver damage? There’s just no way I can be turning into a real…animal?

Looking down myself my fevered eyes widen taking in the sight of what my mind already perceived, a throbbing red erection sticky with precum with the head misshapen and the foreskin stripped down to the base furry like an sheath; my penis turned into an animal’s cock.

“Fuck!” I unexpectedly exclaim inaudibly despite my shock, reaching to grab and feel the beastly loin directly proving it is real. I gasp the moment I took a closer look at my hands bringing my enlarged paw-like extremities closer to my face, leathery pads swollen over the skin of my palms and under my rounding fingertips; nails long gone replaced with dark canine claws. My behind tickles as I feel something brush over my bare nudity curling back as I twist and look back fondling a thick furry wolf tail grown from my own body.

This…this feels way too real I realize looking back to the mirror, my face pale seeing the growth of hair and fangs and pointed ears along with a recognizable canine nose and haunting yellow glowing feral eyes staring back at me. I don’t understand…how is this happening to me?

I pet the short mane of my right cheek with one of my animal like hands, sighing with a pleasant whine as I can’t help but feel comforted combing the fur with padded fingers.

And…I’m really enjoying this the truth sneaks up in my mind, lolling back into a pant as primal urges resurface rekindling lustful needs. God…this is weird but…I feel great this way. I want more of it…want to be a wolf fully. Then…then my mate and I…my mate. Goldie…my shewolf is my mate. We are wolves. Need be wolf. Need…

_ _ Dammit; I shake my head frighten of this reality, the whole thing too impossible or normal to entertain.

No; wake up! This is some kind of dream, some very vivid and disturbingly enticing dream. I’m not a wolf, I’m a man. And Goldie isn’t a wolf, she’s…she’s my…

_ _ My Mate.

“Stud?”

I jump in place whipping around laying my back against the counter, handpaws clutching the edge for support. I stare blankly at the bathroom door darting my eyes to the knob recalling whether I had locked the door. My concern ebbs hearing my Goldie barking on the other side, the door creaking as her weight presses against it; my ears attentively listen to her pants and whines while nails…claws…scrap urgently over the wooden surface.

Her scent seeps into the bathroom, my snout sniffing; my voice whining back stirring my arousal further. My shewolf is in heat again. Need my shewolf…need to mount and…

Dammit. Gotta control myself. I don’t know what’s real or a dream anymore.

“You doing alright?” my Goldie anxiously asks hearing her sniff frantically while door continues to bulge forward, wolfish ears hearing her rub her body. “You sound…like wolf. Smell…smell like wolf. Horny.”

She is in heat…maddening heat. My wolfhood can’t stand it, cum drooling; throbbing. She needs to be in here with me. Need her fuck, copulate, fornicate, MATE!!!

Fuck, wait! I feel too violent about this. What if I hurt her? What if this is real and we turn into fucking Werewolves? People will hear us; investigate, get mauled and we escape terrorizing the city. Police will chase us down, we’ll get shot and…

My possibly over exaggerating imagination sends me into a panic, not ready to chance indulging in our primal lust until after I somehow manage to calm down and figure out what’s real. In my panic I shuffle to the shower stall tumbling slightly not realizing I’ve been standing on the balls of my feet this entire time…no, they look like fucking monstrous hindpaws now, thick claws tapping over the bathroom floor as I scramble to slide open the fogged glass doors and turn on the shower head. The noise of streaming water momentarily drowns out my Goldie’s animal voice letting me think again before I speak.

“I-I’m fine!” I manage to huff, a beastly snarl nearly escaping my restless voice. “Got…sidetracked. Showering now. Give me…time…”

Claws rake deeply against the door once more stealing away my focus, the feral angst of my mate’s impatience gradually becoming matched with my abhorred reluctance, fangs flashed overwhelmed again by my animal side’s dominant lust.

“Stud…” her voice wavers, growls spilling out. “Let me in. Please…mate with me. Need mate. Need mate.”

“ Maaaate! ”

Yes. Mate with shewolf. Mate. Mate. Mate!

Animal thoughts reign supreme as I approach the door, thick handpaws raking the top of the door as I press my body against it as she must be doing, rubbing my erection hard along the polished surface slick with perspiration as the heat from the shower builds forming a mild mist. I feel her weight shift against the door, her animal voice barking and howling jubilantly as I spy the doorknob turning. I pant happily stepping away ready to receive my horny shewolf.

Oddly; her motions stop and her voice quiets leaving me perplexed and frustrated.

“Be right back,” my Goldie yelps hearing her shuffle her feet stepping away from the door. “Grab pills. Be wolves. Love mate!” I hear her bark as she dashes out of the bedroom leaving me further perplexed.

Grab pills? What does she mean?

As if to torment me further, the nagging headache pounds again tittering away from the door as I rub my temples for some kind of relief, snarling madly.

Fucking pain. Need make go away.

I turn back to the medicine cabinet and drawers, rage blinding my recollection of my Goldie’s words as I hastily rummage through the contents, a reckless belief that I could find something of worth to sooth the pain in my head.

Pills. Need medicine. Need…

My frantic search nearing a wasted end my burning wild eyes catches the shape of a bottle hidden far back behind some of my Goldie’s cosmetic and beauty accessories, snatching the bottle with a growlish grunt. The bottle is strange despite having the normal shape of what I expect a pill bottle to have, the label torn off for quite some time with a strip of ivory tape covering one side and marked in permanent pen the word “Aspirin.”

If my mind was in the right place I’d be more skeptical about my finding. But the throbbing continues nevertheless, and I’m desperate to take anything that can quell; I want the distraction gone so I can focus on my task…ready to mate.

I grip around the cap tightly, my fingers dexterity questionable, popping the cover off. Without thought I shove the bottle into my mouth taking in a couple of the pills hitting my tongue nearly choking in my haphazard action. I slam the bottle down on the counter breathing heavily as I work the strangely oblong pills down my throat, turning on the sink facet as I lean over and start lapping as much water as needed to force the pills down.

Better I growl, even though there wasn’t immediate evidence of the pills doing their work. Panting calmly I look over the bottle out of curiosity finally examining the contents. Some rational part of my brain realized that these were indeed strange aspirin pills, purple and teal colored capsules from a brand I’ve never seen before. A thought crossed my mind that felt it perhaps shed some light upon my situation, especially my Goldie’s.

Wait…maybe these are drugs…very powerful hallucinogens. It’s the only thing that makes sense. My daydreams, my appearance, Goldie’s behavior; I don’t know what these were design for but it’s making us think we are turning into wolves. Is that why my Goldie likes to act like a wolf? Is this why I’m feeling the same way? Did she…did she drug me? When? How? Wh..why…

Snarls bellow from my voice stretching my head and torso out, heat spreading drastically throughout my body as the urges came back hard, thoughts drifting back to the strange sanctity of my lupine persona. I look in the mirror once more panting heavily, the ache of my migraine compounded with the pressure of my face seeking to push out; my muzzle protrudes slowly while fur sprouts wildly thickening over my bare skin.

Why…fight need. Feel good as wolf. Better with fur, with fangs and claws. Muzzle…want to catch and rend; hunt. Want to lick and nuzzle with shewolf. Better being wolf…be wolf!

I howl proudly grown lost in the primal sea carrying me closer to insanity, my body rippling as I feel it shapeshift more and more feeling closer to that of a beastly werewolf. Yes, I do feel great. I feel strong and energized; virile. I want this now. I want to be a wolf. I want to mate with my shewolf. What other reason would I have to not?

Seed erupts from my wolfhood, globs traveling down the back of my red shaft making a mess of my sheath and hairy thighs. I glare down in heavy pants quivering in the euphoria of my orgasm, whining distressingly that my Goldie is not present to receive my thick abundant potency. I need to clean myself quickly, make smooth and slick for when we do finally mate again.

My tongue begins to reach down instincts telling me how to groom properly for a wolf, my lupine ears reminding me of the running stream of water, its hazy steam now twice as thick due to the passing time. I’m hesitant feeling little need to be concerned, but part of my mind not yet lost from my primal mentality encourage stepping into the shower stall to wash myself up. I reluctantly do, my posture hunched and limbs tucked into my chest as I enter the shower stall.

It burns; the water is too hot. I growl aggressively leaping out of the shower, shaking the water out of the growing fur nearly swallowing my entire body. I have a senseless mind to whack the shower head and kill it for hurting me, but that small rationality screams at me to turn the other knob inside before lashing out. I push the sliding door with one paw and reach for this other knob pushing down on the lever. The noise of the water changes as does the temperature, the extreme heat subsided. I stick my snout inside sniffing, licking at the stream testing it.

Better; it doesn’t burn.

I step back inside and let the cascading water hit my hairy body letting it pour down my neck and chest. The way it weighs my fur down is annoying, but the force of the stream happens to massage my body in the right way panting blissfully as I turn and let the shower hit my throbbing back, my tail tucking between my legs yet wagging nonetheless.

I feel cleaner, the mess of my loins no longer sticky…though I’m still pouring out, my seed nowhere near emptied.

I howl for my Goldie as I step back against the shower stall wall almost slipping from the wet floor on my hindpaws knocking back hard with my claws raking deeply to halt my fall. I snarl, the angst my arousal not yet fully quenched, throbbing and aching for more attention as globs of my seed continues to pour and wash away down my legs into the swirling sinkhole.

Mate! Mate! Mate!!! are all my thoughts howl, calling to my Goldie once more unable to suppress my urges any longer as my body shifts further, feeling like a real giant feral wolf.

“Mate?” I hear my shewolf bark excitedly, the bathroom door swinging open wildly banging against the wall. I peer through the fogged glass as I watch the silhouette of my Goldie topple forward catching herself on the bathroom sink, her shape outlined with pointed ears and a thick pelt while her tail curls back and whips excitedly.

“Horny…Mate horny…Need my stud.”

Her animal voice bellows a vicious snarl as she comes to the shower stall slamming the sliding door open. We stare back at each other in our present state, my feral eyes transfixed on my shewolf’s beauty; Goldie’s form much like mine standing on hindpaws as a giant bipedal feral wolf. She’s beautiful, a shewolf worth claiming as my mate.

Goldie gazes back in a similar trance, though she suddenly becomes speechless studying my appearance. She whines in need but also in a weird tone of distress, her canine lips frowning upon discovering me.

“Oh no,” she growls, her voice mostly devolved and difficult to grasp. “This…this shouldn’t be happening to you.”

She steps into the shower turning the knobs back up halting the stream of warm water, her body directly facing away as her tail whips in front of me; my nose sniffing hungrily at the pheromones and lupine musk filling my nostrils destroying my inhibitions.

“I’m sorry stud. I don’t understand why this is happening to you. They were supposed to wear off the next morning. Maybe I gave you too much. Maybe mixing it with the drinks did something weird to the potency. I just…I wanted you…to like me…stay with me…grrrr….mate with me like real wolves. Stud…I want you as my…”

Goldie yelped surprisingly as I toppled behind her form, my handpaws shifting faster into real giant forepaws hugging her sides as I start to thrust greedily into her sweltering sex failing to escape the beastly urge any longer.

“St..stud…” I hear her whimper, her rump pressed tightly against my loins as she shows how ready she is to be claimed, watching her pant blankly. She feels one of my forepaws caressing the hock as she bends lower and lifts her hindpaws higher. Her posture shows it all; I relish humping wildly as I push my already swollen knot deep inside locking us together once more in our tie.

My Goldie howls in part distress and part bliss, claws scratching the wet surface of the shower stall walls under the shower head, the dripping runoff tapping the tip of her head nowhere near distracting as we rut.

“Harder!” my Goldie barks. I reply with forceful deep bucks that make my shewolf howl again in rapture, her body quivering in euphoric lust.

Yes…love my shewolf. Mate with shewolf. Mate. Mate. Mate.

My wolfhood erupts again with more thick creamy seed burning my bitch’s canals swimming eagerly to her womb. The orgasm feels much better than last time having my mate to fill instead of spilling to the floor. My body trembles finding it difficult to stand like before, bones snapping and muscles stretching feeling my ability to stand as a human lost…reveling in the joy that I can stand like a wolf once I can drop to my paws.

My shewolf snarls whipping her head as she suddenly tries to pry me off, our tie proving difficult to evade me. I growl confusingly wondering why my mate began to thrash behaving strangely. She opens the other side of the shower stall dragging us out, falling to the wet floor with a thud. We both snarl madly as she clamors onto her paws seeking to escape the small enclosure of this room. I do not know what my mate is thinking but I agree with leaving this cramped space helping her push forward as our hindlegs and paws brush and scrap along the floor.

By the time we crawl back into the softer floor I remind my mate of my dominance biting down her furry nape ceasing her movements. She yelps and whines struggling to fight my whims until I start to hump once more stimulating her center, my mate calming down and panting happily accepting her fate.

My loins…I feel should not be producing this much seed, yet my wolfhood feels reinvigorated so quickly. The need is still too strong, my body drowning in pleasure as I buck and pour more thick ropes of seed inside my shewolf growling blissfully in this extended orgasm given to me.

We howl together triumphantly while I continue to mate, not certain how long this odd painless zeal will last. It doesn’t matter to me; I need to fill her as much as I can. She needs to bare my pups, we need to grow out pack. We need…need to be wolves. Wolves. Wolf…Wolf!!!

WOLF!!!