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This story was written for Rule44 as Day #25 of Kinktober 2021! Today's theme was Transformation and the story contains F/F sex between consenting adults. :3

[center][b][u]A Full Moon Fling[/u][/b][/center]

"I... I never thought I'd be doing this..."

Abby moaned softly as Morgan's fingers secured the second of two large iron manacles around her wrists, connected to chains which themselves were attached to recently drilled-in metal fastenings upon the back wall of the ranger cabin's store-room. Various camping supplies and other emergency essentials had been stacked at the far end of the room near the door, locked from the inside with its key still in the mechanism to ensure no-one from outside could enter even if they had a key of their own. Where the two women were kneeling though, Abby already naked and Morgan in just a sports bra and panties, a mattress had been laid out on the floor.

"Are you sure you want to go through with it, then? I want you to be sure, Abby."

Despite being the vastly more confident and outgoing of the two park rangers, Morgan's voice betrayed just as much nervousness as her friend, not to mention friend-with-benefits. Not just the kind of nervousness that came with wanting to be certain a potential lover was on board for pushing some boundaries, but nervous because of what today was. Because after a month of waiting, of planning, of fantasising about this night, it was finally here. Tilting her head slightly, Morgan smiled as Abby blushed, nibbled on her bottom lip, but nodded warmly almost immediately.

"I do. I [i]am[/i]."

Tossing her red, curly hair over her tanned but still freckled shoulders, Abby took a deep breath, her chest rising as she did so and drawing Morgan's gaze. Abby giggled at her friend's reaction, and though it was scarcely visible beneath her own dark skin, Morgan's face burned hot with how much she wanted to plunge her face between Abby's breasts, or reach out and tease those swollen nipples.

"Really, though."

Abby whispered, her voice less nervous, more sincere as she made eye contact with her lover, and the one person in all the world who not only knew her secret, but seemed to care for her and cherish her even more because of it, rather than less.

"I really, [i]really[/i] do want to be here. With you. I want to share this. I... I want to... o-oh... ohh, Morgan..."

Shuddering, Abby's arms tugged at her restraints, the chains clanking heavily against themselves as her short, more plump body rocked forward against the touch of the more athletic woman whose hand had just slipped forward and cupped her neatly trimmed crotch. Morgan leaned forward and cut off any further moans from her friend with a tender kiss, and as she kept on fondling Abby and relishing her friends moans and the helpless, instinctive tugging at her restraints, that kiss grew deeper and the playful touches to the other woman's most intimate reaches grew more explicit and pleasure hungry.

When Morgan drew back after the best part of a minute, hurriedly pulling her sports bra over her head and scrambling to her feet for just a moment to slide her panties off, Abby gurgled in longing and rocked her hips forward against thin air, her fingers curling and her wrists straining against their bonds as she tried to reach down to her crotch, but found herself unable to move her wrists past the height of her belly.

"Please. Don't stop. I... I'm hot. I feel so..."

Abby began to gasp, only for her eyes to widen and her head to snap back, almost brushing against the solid wooden wall to which she was chained. The reason for her reaction was simple, at least in context for the reason that the two women were there. From the far side of the room, through a window lined with security bars installed just last week to '[i]prevent potential thefts[/i]' according to Morgan's report, pale light drifted across the floor as a cloud shifted and let the light of the full moon spill across the cabin. Even if she hadn't been able to see it, her body would have known. But as it crept across the floor, first touching Morgan's bare body and soon slipping over her shoulder to splash across Abby's own body, the two women immediately knew that the time for foreplay was over. What they had been waiting for all month was here, and all the planning, all the imagining, all the anticipation was now laid to rest in the face of simple, undiluted reality.

Morgan watched with her breath caught in her throat as Abby began to convulse, not a full on seizure by any description but with violent, tangible shivers running through every inch of her body. Goose-flesh rose upon her smooth skin, and the meek, gentle woman that Morgan cherished getting to spend so much time alone with out here in their work wailed at the top of her lungs as a coat of fur, dark but with a hint of redness that matched Abby's hair with the moonlight shining upon it, began to sprout across her body. Again Abby screamed, and Morgan gasped softly. She hadn't been around to witness Abby's transformation last month, and while she had tried to prepare herself, clearly she hadn't done enough.

"Oh my god. Abby. I'm here. I'm right here. Please... please, tell me it doesn't hurt. Tell me you're okay."

Her hand was still between Abby's legs, and in the hopes that it would offer her friend and lover some comfort, Morgan's fingers slipped back and forth even as she felt Abby's pussy growing hotter against her digits, and possibly [i]larger[/i], the woman's pubic mound swelling to greater prominence. Abby answered with another strangled shriek, but even as a rougher mane of fur began to sprout down her back, and her shoulders began to twist and stretch into a broader, more physically imposing shape, she nodded feverishly.

"Nnnnhhahhrrrrhhahh... not paiiiin..."

She half gurgled, half snarled as her face began to warp. As her eyes grew larger and their irises turned a pale yellow, while her mouth began to stretch outward, teeth growing until they were temporarily too large for the face they were in, granting Abby a permanent snarl.

"Everything... mnhrrhhhahhh, more intense... [i]everything![/i]"

Abby shrieked, that cry becoming a howl as the base of a tail erupted from her spine, smooth at first but with thick, lush fur spreading over it even as it lengthened and thickened. Morgan just stared open mouthed at her friend's change for a few moments, watching Abby's torso swelling around her breasts until they were almost gone, flattened against a much more powerful frame and covered in lush fur of their own, though with nipples still firm and poking out visibly through the fluff. After taking a long, deep breath though, and wincing as Abby began to shake and writhe in a way that made the chains binding her wrists clank and rattle loudly, Morgan whispered hopefully to her friend...

"Everything?"

...and though it took her a moment or two extra of fumbling and searching to re-acquaint herself with the transformed version of Abby's intimate anatomy, she soon felt her fingers grazing either side of the still transforming werewolf's now larger, more prominently engorged clitoris.

Already looming over the previously taller and more physically powerful woman, Abby's whole body spasmed and a frenzied, undeniably blissful roar escaped her as her hips jerked forward and ground down against Morgan's touch. Her wrists strained at their bonds as her fingers flexed and reached out for the human, her dark skinned body now cast entirely in the shadow of the huge werewolf. Claws erupted from the tips of those already furred fingers, and as Abby's muzzle finalised its new form, it protruded prominently with teeth now more appropriately sized for it, but still large, sharp and dripping with saliva as a thick, heavy tongue swept out to lick her lips.

The chains rattled harder still, and Morgan's hand withdrew from her lover's pussy as the human heard the definite creaking, the straining of wood. She tried to shuffle back just a little, not to escape her friend and lover but simply to look around her huge body and try to check that the fastenings holding the chains to the wall were still intact. She needn't have worried about the solidness of the fastenings to the wall though. What Morgan needed to worry about was the connection between the metal panels affixed to the wall and the chains themselves. With a shearing of metal first one, then the other a split-second later gave way, and Morgan let loose a helpless shriek of true fear for just an instant as the eight foot tall, powerful werewolf howled in ear-splitting triumph, and lunged forward with teeth bared at the helpless human.

"[i]Nnnhh-hhahhhhhahhh-o-oohhhhhhh!![/i]"

What started as a cry of terror though soon changed in tone as Morgan felt clawed hands grabbing roughly at her thighs, dragging her legs apart with ease and providing Abby with access to the target she sought. Morgan's eyes rolled back in pleasure and general wonder as the werewolf's powerful, snarling maw pressed itself between her legs. She heard and even felt the intensity of Abby's transformed body drawing a long, deep breath, inhaling her scent. Then Abby's long, broad, hot lupine tongue leapt forth and dragged across the whole of the exterior flesh of Morgan's pussy, and with a cry of combined pleasure and pure joy, the human realised that their precautions had been unwarranted as well as utterly useless.

They didn't need to restrain Abby in her werewolf form. In fact, with her face buried between Morgan's legs and her snarling already dramatically softened to some eager whines and grunts as she feasted on the human's pussy, it seemed as though the [i]last[/i] thing they should have tried to do was to hold Abby back.

From that moment onward, Morgan surrendered herself to the werewolf's games. She shrieked and shuddered and wrapped her legs around Abby's furred face as the powerful lupine woman ate her out with sloppy but determined passion. A cry of dismay escaped her when Morgan's tongue began to roam up her body before she'd cum, but she giggled and gasped as the warm tongue tickled her belly and lapped at her nipples, and Morgan blushed, unable to believe how much she enjoyed herself as the huge werewolf began to give her wet, copious [i]doggy kisses[/i], licking her face all over with huffs and growls and little grunts of longing. Cupping Abby's face, Morgan kissed the werewolf fiercely, and though the lupine monster was too driven by instinct to engage in any particular kiss for more than five or ten seconds before she began to mindlessly lick at Morgan's face again, the tight grip that Abby's arms kept around Morgan's comparably small, vulnerable body all the while betrayed the werewolf's desire to continue sharing those experiences.

There were points throughout the night where Morgan felt pushed to her limits by the werewolf's strength, her speed, the rough and wild way she claimed what she wanted, both giving and receiving, during sex. She lay on her back, eyes glassy and face glistening with Abby's saliva, her legs raised and pushed back so she was bent almost double, feet near her own head as the werewolf mounted her and rutted her, not seeming to care that neither of them possessed anatomy better suited to the bucking and grinding of their crotches. Scrapes and scratches covered her back and arms as she collapsed atop Abby's trembling, happily whimpering body, her own face soaking wet and her whole left forearm dripping in the wake of a marathon effort to drive the werewolf to orgasm after howling, kicking, thrashing orgasm. Her toes curled and her voice broke, her latest orgasmic scream too much for her vocal chords to handle as Abby's tongue delved into her and sought to taste her yet again, the werewolf's hunger as insatiable in its generosity as it was in its greed.

And yet, amongst all that wild and violent passion, there were moments of such tenderness that it almost brought tears to Morgan's eyes.

She felt so safe as she lay on the werewolf's stomach, face buried in the lush, fluffy fur of Abby's chest and her warm, freshly satisfied loins resting against the lycanthrope's own.

She giggled as she felt how muscular, but still how rounded and plush Abby's ass was while affectionately exploring the werewolf's body, taking a little extra time to admire and tease at that particular area before a large clawed hand gripped the back of her head, and with a deep, guttural snarl guided her face back to the werewolf's soaking wet crotch-fur and exposed, visibly throbbing clit.

Morgan giggled as she felt Abby's tongue bathing her back, and heard the werewolf whimper softly, almost nervously as she nosed at some of the more sizeable scratches she'd inflicted on the smooth, furless skin of the other woman.

"It's okay..."

The human rolled onto her back beneath the werewolf, blushing as Abby shuffled a little way up to bring them face to face, bumping noses with Morgan and whining once more.

"It's okay. You didn't hurt me. I... I [i]liked[/i] how rough you were."

How much of what Morgan was saying Abby could understand versus just responding to the tone of her voice, Morgan wasn't sure. Either way, she giggled as Abby licked her cheeks while they burned hot at the admission she'd just made, not just true but honest to a degree that Morgan had never known about herself before. She really, [i]really[/i] had liked it. How far Abby could push her body in this form, and how freely, how wildly she could give back to the werewolf and still have Abby always craving more.

Morgan smiled as Abby's powerful body flopped down over hers, heavy, but not uncomfortably so as she just kind of sprawled over the human like the fluffiest heated blanket ever. She reached out and stroked Abby's flanks. She craned her neck up and kissed the werewolf's fluffy neck.

"Thank you. For trusting me. For sharing this with me."

She murmured to the wolf as she felt Abby's breathing slow, and glanced around the werewolf's huge shoulder to see not moonlight, but the first reddish glow of dawn beginning to peek through the store-room window.

"And... next month?"

Morgan moaned gently to her lover, her cheeks burning hotter once again, and her loins, much as they ached from overwork, already tingling with renewed desire.

"...once we've talked it over, once I know you're on board. Maybe... next month, I'll bring some toys along, and we can see how much that body of yours can [i]really[/i] take."

By Jeeves

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