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Not a great way to wake up the next morning with a pounding migraine, groaning softly as I stirred rubbing my head against a unfamiliar feathery pillow…or is this texture furry? Tucking my legs; however, reminds me of the one good thing to wake up to brushing my legs behind the smooth calves and thighs of an equally voluptuous and sultry partner. My arms are still coiled around her sides grinning as I eagerly caress her curvaceous body, hearing my goldilocks sweetly murmur pleasant sighs sympathetically grinding her back and rear into my body; pleasure roused from cuddling naked flesh.

“Morning Goldie,” I sleepily coo muffled by the thickness of her mid-length soft and silky hair as I nuzzle affectionately into her neck.

She sighs again uttering a soft chuckle. “Morning Stud. Hope I didn’t push you to hard last night.”

I smile bashfully brushing part of her length away from her face rolling into her nudity and passionately pecking her exposed cheek. “You sure love to be wild. Can’t say I ever thought going primal like that would be a turn on, but you somehow brought out the animal in me.”

She rolls her head back to greet me, adoring eyes locked in a sensual gaze as she grins flashing her teeth; her canines uniquely bigger and sharper like the fangs of an carnivorous animal. Oddly fits her special kink after how she behaved last night, playfully and unabashedly displaying her primal fondness even now as she sticks out her tongue and licks my nose panting excitedly. She even tucks her arms into her chest hands folded over her breasts expressing her “animal personality”.

As bizarre as her canine moods get, I look past the kink enough to enjoy her company, playing into her quirk as I scratch her belly and chest watching her shake a leg and pant harder sounding content whines. I laugh at her antics but its cheerful not spiteful. She’s strangely cute when she acts like a dog. Any other guy might find this too disturbing and hightail it immediately out the door, me included. Luckily; Goldie has just the right amount of innocent compassion and maturity as any normal human should (hopefully) have, and there is too much we have in common that I would let her canine fascinations pry me from my possible match.

Besides; as rough as she gets when going primal she’s extra cute when she gets submissive. And though sex isn’t the highest goal in my needs for a relationship, there is something strangely thrilling mounting my partner and humping wildly like a dog.

And is it weird that it was equally as gratifying pretending to believe she was turning into one physically? I swear I thought I felt hair growing over her back and sides during, startled feeling something furry wagging under my stomach like a tail. And her face; I thought for a moment she was growing a muzzle before howling in ecstasy. Maybe I’m more messed up myself than I thought.

Or maybe I can’t handle my drinks surmounting now that I must have been hallucinating the whole thing, though I don’t recall there being any studies that drinking tonics and booze causes anything like that other than drugs. The one thing I know full well alcohol causes is a hangover, and the ongoing pounding in my forehead is a strong reminder to be careful of how much I drink next time…if ever again.

“You alright, stud?” Goldie askes curiously, breaking away from her animal mentality despite her posture staying as such; troublingly looking back.

“Yeah; I’ll be fine,” I groan pressing the palm of my left hand against my forehead as I sit up in bed. “Just need to learn to go easy on those Tequila shots next time.”

My Goldie gathers up beside me leaning into my right arm hugging, her oddly coarse yet gentle rubbing hands massaging as she nuzzles into my neck favoring her puppy-like affections. Still weird but any form of love from her makes me smile, a brief thought debating if I should lick her back and see her reaction.

“I’m sorry stud,” she suddenly apologies.

“Nothing really to be sorry about,” I assure her.

“Still,” she goes on brushing her supple breasts along my right arm clinging intimately, “I feel a little responsible since that drinking game was my idea. If I had known you actually did half the things I never thought you’d do I wouldn’t have asked you those questions.”

That’s right; the drinking game. Ask someone that “you never” did or said or acted upon something and if they did they had to take a drink. I don’t quite recall everything she asked, though I guess I must of confessed to a lot of them if I woke up this hammered.

“Right. Guess I’ll have to get you back for that later.”

Goldie squeezes my arm leaning forward pressing our lips together for a hot second. I nearly whined like her acting like an anxious dog when she pulled those luscious lips away.

“You already did stud,” she lustfully exulted, nose nuzzling my cheeks before our lips sought each other again and reminded tethered for quite some time, my Goldie having climbed on top my lap before I knew it eagerly riding. “And I hope you want to get me back as often as you like,” she invited, my voice cracking into a pleasurable groan feeling the moist heat of her femininity teasing my quicken erection.

I shake my head and let out a loud playful growl panting happily, jesting in my Goldie’s bizarre fascination with acting like a dog. Like clockwork; her tongue hangs from her mouth panting back, the wild look in her eyes nearly glowing with an ethereal golden shine to match my beastly beauty’s locks and primal personality.

“Stud,” she continues to call me much as I enjoy teasing her adorable nickname, “you should be very careful about poking the wolf. I do bite when I lose control.”

The wolf. Somewhere in the back of my mind she had made some mention about her animal personality…somewhere between the 5th or 8th shot I think. She said she felt more connected to her lupine nature than most people which is why just likes to pretend. I think I had gotten that out of her during the game when I started to notice her little primal quirks more and more, maybe I asked about her petplay fetish. Everything about last night is still foggy, only that I know despite this oddity I didn’t want to give up on Goldie just yet.

So what if she believes she’s part wolf? At least I know I can tame her…enough. And in all honesty; from what I remember from our primal romp, it felt good being her stud; hearing her howl. Maybe I have an inner animal myself and I never knew it until last night.

“Did you bite me before?” I curiously ask wrapping my arms around her back feeling the slender curves of her back.

Goldie smiles sheepishly running her hands over my body, the left up my shoulder flinching as her fingers carefully rub over reddish puncture wounds; the right gliding down to the front of my left thigh striking another ting of stinging discomfort.

“The shoulder was a love bite,” my Goldie explains giggling softly. “After we undressed and started making out I got a little overwhelmed and just…acted instinctively. I broke the skin but I controlled myself enough not to bite down to hard. It was just meant to be a nip, but once I felt you inside me I couldn’t help myself.”

That much I remembered. Once we finished our drinking game feeling the booze rushing through our brains and veins our inhibitions and modesty quickly left us, baser desires maddening to suppress. There was a smell in the air that moment, some kind of perfume that brought me surprisingly to the edge of arousal in such a short amount of time. She must have smelled it too because we immediately tossed anything that was in our way and began to grope and grind ready to fuck like rabbits. I don’t even remember where we tossed our clothes; the fogginess in my memory suggesting Goldie had clawed and torn them apart in an aggressive dash before the wild beast surfacing inside her took over.

I don’t think I really reacted to her bite. Numb and horny; she must have done after we had gotten naked staggering towards her bedroom to escalate our desires further. The bedroom; this was when I got to see the “wolf” side of her crawling into bed on hands and knees, postured and behaving in her animal mannerisms as she presented her rear and howled for me to mount. I recall some hesitation on my part the moment I realized how crazy my Goldie really was, and yet I was enamored just the same playing along and mounting my lovely bitch giving her the ride she yearned.

At least, not before she challenged her own invitation feeling her teeth snap shut around my left thigh. Did I scream? Did I struggle? Again; the booze dulled my perception of what was happening. My shotty recollection again paints a strange picture of my love’s appearance like before as if peeking beyond the secret veil shrouding this wolf under the woman, prominent cheekbones and pointed ears just part of the flourish. Even her luscious nudity bore scattered lengths of what could possibly have been sprouting animal fur making my earlier recollection accurate. Does that mind I felt a real tail wagging under my stomach and waist? Did I truly see a wolfish muzzle protruding from her elegant face?

Maybe I’m dating a Werewolf…

Still I brave her waters simply entranced with my Goldie’s lust and beauty, roused by her animal yelp and shallow pants as I thrust my hips and penetrate her sweltering temple electrifying our sensual senses. We share quivering moans, Goldie matching my thrusts taking the reins as our hands ravenously fondle and pet naked flesh for added pleasure. Her nails rake into my skin a bit painfully, almost sharp enough to cut if they dug any deeper, yet I power through not wanting to disappoint my Goldie responding with forceful thrusts burying myself completely inside.

She gasps intensely, yelping as I surprise my bitch with my dominance knocking her over onto her back and pinning her against the bed. We both laugh, Goldie’s slipping back into her heated pants licking my chin as her hands grasp my shoulders pulling me into her warm voluptuous body, her legs tucking back and hugging my hips.

My beautiful submissive bitch. Her temple grows tight around me making it hard to pull out, not as if I would. My shewolf in heat; her voice bellows whines and growls as her body shudders and spasms, the waves of euphoria from our fornication driving her animal side wild. My eyes strain to remain open as our climax builds and nears its peak, my hands holding over my Goldie’s upper arms as I vigorously pound the last of stamina.

Funny…I feel hairs sprouting from her skin.

I cry out as I give one finally push, my potency rushing inside filling my shewolf with liquid bliss (and potential consequences without wearing a condom). The bedroom explodes as she can’t help but express her rapture in her animal way howling melodiously in her satisfaction. This will take some getting used to, but I’m already learning to love my animal woman.

The jackhammer returns to work inside my skull groaning in pain as I slump onto my Goldie in exhaustion, comforted by her petting hands stroking my back puffing out her chest to better rest my head upon her soft mounds. I pay little attention to the familiar hairy oddity that seems to have reached her breasts, too distracted with this godawful migraine and my Goldie’s affections.

“Your head still bothering you?” she asks softly, a strange gruff mixed in her voice. A chuckling silently at how far she takes her roleplay.

“Kind of hoped it would have forgotten about me by now,” I poorly joke regrettably prying myself off my gorgeous partner, our sexes too snug and tight that it was a bit uncomfortable for the both of us to pull out causing Goldie to whimper. I sat over the edge of her bed taking a moment to let the pounding subside before moving again, startled by my partner sudden spring of energy as she leaps and shuffles about. When I look back she’s wrapped herself up in her blankets seeing just the pleasant orbs of her eyes, perplexed to see the ethereal golden shine. I could have sworn she has green eyes.

“Anyways,” a stretch out standing up, “I think I good hot shower might help ease this hangover,”

“That’s a good idea,” my Goldie barks (in the quickly shouts kind of way this time) not moving from her spot only to lower her head as if embarrassed. “A long hot shower should help clear your head.”

I nod and start to head to her bathroom conveniently connected within her bedroom stopping shortly at the door to look back, my Goldie still clinging to her covers motionless. “You alright yourself? You’re acting strange…stranger than normal at least.”

She shakes her head. “Don’t worry stud. Just…felt chilly. Maybe I’ll join you shortly and we can keep each other warm again.”

I chuckle grinning bashfully. “Just think if you actually had fur. Then you really be a shewolf, huh?”

My Goldie chuckles back, a bit awkwardly. “Yeah…I guess so.”

Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything. “But yeah,” I stutter breaking the silence, “I wouldn’t mind some company.” Struggling to follow-up on my retort I let out my best excited animal growl and slip into the bathroom shutting it, but not locking it.

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Listening carefully to make sure her stud is preoccupied with his shower; the shewolf finally unveils herself from her blankets and gradually steps out onto the floor, standing on the balls of her feet. The maddening urge to drop onto all fours is overwhelming but she fights the need a little longer as she travels to the vanity mirror across the room near her dresser drawers examining herself.

“Oh; how am I going to tell him now?” the shewolf laments, claw tipped padded fingers caressing the bulging protrusions of her face, her muzzle aching to push forward and be renewed along with her paws and tail. She glances down over her body petting the small patches of her blonde fur having settled during her romp with her partner, soft howls escaping as her wolfish urges arouse again yearning to feel the full thickness of her lupine pelt right now, her longing so great that she can feel more of her fur starting to sprout where she stands.

“N-no…stop…” she growls planting her hands against the wall around the vanity mirror, her growls deepening as she once more struggles to keep her body from changing any further despite her immense need to let it happen. Bones pop and snap causing her to softly whine, her spine arching against her back along with her shoulder blades seeking to reshape her upper body for a feral posture; the base of her tail grown into a boney thin nub during sex wagging furiously as it grows and gains another few inches, thin fur coating the outer side.

Fuck the shewolf pouts, gnashing her sharpening fangs tightly in defiance of her changes before loosening into her animal pants. Any other day I would love to be a wolf completely again. But…I’m risking too much around him…and I really like him. I…I’m just not ready for him to know yet. Dammit; I still haven’t taking a pill in the last few weeks. I must have taken so much…I’ve screwed up my body. I practically a real werewolf now.

The shewolf raises her head and stares back into the mirror, primal feral eyes exploring her changing body once more now thicker with her animal pelt, blonde fur matching her shortening hair. Her tail wags behind her fully lengthen and full as her coat; her hands and feet large and beastly resembling animal paws, her hands retaining the dexterity of her fingers and thumbs for the time being. Her face, shrouded in her fur, has formed a proto-muzzle ready to push and grow again until fully realized, animal shaped ears erect and lively to the sounds her panting and heavy heart beats as well as to the pounding of water from her stud’s shower.

Can’t help it the shewolf muses flexing her body popping any shifting bone aching to bend and realign, growling contently at her animal appearance and carnal sensations. Look so sexy as a wolf. Feel so good as a wolf. Want to be on all fours…want to change back. Be wolf; run, hunt, feed, mate. Good mate with me. Still horny…need…

The shewolf breaks her primal thoughts violent shaking her head digging her claws into the walls resuming the struggle.

Fuck; stop! Not here. Need to stay human. Need to be human. Can’t risk scaring him off. Don’t want to lose this one. Gotta concentrate. Got to take back…control.

It becomes harder and harder for her each time the wolf comes out to force the animal back inside and reclaim her human appearance, the lust of her primal self practically engrained in her DNA at this point. She honestly doesn’t know if she can change back in time before her mate…her partner finishes his shower. But she tries nevertheless believing she has a chance with this one than the last few, someone who possibly can tolerate her animal side if the scientists behind the drug never find a way to help suppress the wolf completely.

Pain wracked the shewolf’s body as she finds some success in her reversion, her pelt thinning as most of her fur sinks back under her flesh; her animal-like paws shrinking and reshaping back into human features…at least close enough. Paw pads remain and she can’t fully fight the need to stand on her toes. She sighs as her muzzle wriggles and slowly flattens dropping back into a pant out of exhaustion.

“Ok…just a little more,” she murmurs tensing her body and focusing once more to hide her lupine-self further before her mate returns.

* * *

The thought of simply asking my Goldie crossed my mind, yet my inner asshole takes over anyways searching and rummaging through her medicine cabinet and bathroom drawers. The merciless headache bothers me to no end fearing I might be at risk of an aneurysm if I don’t get it under control fueling my desperation for any aspirin-like medication she could be storing for a rainy day. I near my fruitless efforts ready to man up and call out to my lovely shewolf when I spy a plain white pill bottom nestled far in the back of one drawer hidden behind an assortment of beauty accessories.

The bottle looks rather worn-out examining it in hand, the original label long gone. My Goldie had at least marked the bottle in permanent marker “ASPIRIN”, yet I get the distinct suspicion that this might not be what it says.

Pounding strikes near my temples inhaling sharply wanting to suppress my pained groan leaving up my fate to chance as I quickly pop the cap and shake out two pills (having some caution not knowing how potent this pills might be), shoving them into my mouth. I turn to the shower stall and slide open the fogged shower door near the streaming head, steamy hot water already running, sticking my head under the heavy rain and drinking up making swallowing the pills easier. Drowsiness and horrible migraines can make people do the weirdest things.

Wiping my wet searing face with one of my Goldie’s towels I adjust the shower to mix in some cold with the hot before stepping in, sitting down on the toilet as I wait for the temperature to balance. I look back to the open pill bottle and decide to actually study the contents, something I partially regret as I get a better view at the medicine inside. These were not the normal like of aspirin pills I am accustomed to, my love’s “aspirin” these strange purple and teal coated capsules that look more like prescribed vitamins. Maybe it’s still aspirin; I could have sworn I’ve seen Tylenol pills like these before only red and/or yellow.

What if these are drugs? I happen to ponder. I dart my eyes to the bathroom door imagining my Goldie outside, imagining her rolling about in bed hyper like her playful canine self she likes to pretend. Maybe these drugs are meant to help keep those odd animal urges of hers under control, ashamed to keep her mood medication in sight of people like me snooping around. Or maybe…maybe these are some hardcore trippy narcotics she used to take before we met (or still takes), getting a high off vivid hallucinations of turning into an animal. Did she take one last night without me knowing it?

Did…did she slip one in me without me looking? It sure would be a better explanation to these faint fantastical memories of watching my Goldie change into a wolf while we mated than the Tequila. Then again; some people claim a mixture of both can lead to…

Wait…what did I say just now?

I thought of my Goldie as my mate just a moment ago, certain I wasn’t referring to a housemate or a ‘Yar Har me Matey’ mate. There was a strange primal connotation when I thought it, thinking the word again flashing back more scenes of our erotic romp last night. I can almost feel her flesh pressed against mine where I mounted from behind, the odd fuzzy coat of what could have been her fur brushing over my legs and coiled arms around her sides. I think she muttered the word a few times, once passionately and the rest in wild barks of exhilaration, while I humped her rotten eager to tie us together.

Tie? What the heck am I thinking? I chuckle awkwardly slouching over the toilet, holding my head up with one hand pressed over the side of my forehead. Wow. I think I’m starting to sound like a dog…urh, a wolf I guess. Either these pills are something strong or my Goldie is starting to rub off on me.

Ears wiggle tugging tightly suddenly, yet my attention is less on the strange tugging and more on what I’m able to hear outside through the door. Growling; my shewolf is making her animal noises again. She sounds frustrated. Her animal voice entrances me attentively listening to her heavy pants and whines I hear trying to muffle. I like listening to her, hearing the wolf coming out is exciting me all over again.

Shewolf sounds needy. Should go back to her. Want to hold shewolf…nuzzle shewolf…lick…mount…mate…

It dawns on me, as the steam of the hot shower grows heavy clouding my view of the door, that I’m slouching closer to the door beaming a burning wild stare; my tongue hanging from my mouth…panting like a dog. I almost can’t seem to stop myself as I force my tongue back inside and pull back sitting up straight on the toilet dumbfounded at my behavior.

“Huh,” is all I can muster to say.

I don’t find as much time to contemplate where my mind is going after that as a new familiar distraction begins to throb for attention; luckily, it’s not the migraine. I peer down at my lap finding a newly grown arousal screaming to be touched, hard pressed to disobey my body’s whims as I reach with my right hand and start to stroke groaning in pleasure. I ignore the fact that my loins shouldn’t feel this rejuvenated for another potential orgasm this early after mating with my shewolf minutes ago, discomfort present but the urge too great to fight as polish faster.

Fuck; this feels too good. How can I be this horny again this fast? Grrr…don’t care. Just need this…need this release. Need to…

_ _ My head tilts back as I feel my tongue lolling back into a heated animal pant, the act of behaving in such a primal way making the arousal stronger and exhilarating. My body quivers as sexual euphoria courses my veins, animal thoughts effortlessly flood my mind as I can’t help but imagine the furry body my drunken memory paints my Goldie. A foreign yet welcoming urge overwhelms me as I want to feel her body like that again, the whipping of her animal tail between my legs; the feral figure that makes her a beautiful shewolf. My burning sex needs to meet hers again; needs to tie, needs to fill.

Mate!

_ _ I start to pump my gripping hand harder and faster captivated by this animal lust that’s taken its fangs upon my senses and rationality. My voice bellows against my wild pants, excited whines and growls spilling forth as the climax peaks. The faint ache over my manhood is almost absent overwhelmed from the carnal joy, barely concerned with the fact that my foreskin feels as if it’s peeling from my sensitive girth; the base of my shaft ballooning as the oozing tip appears to narrow.

Knot…tie…mate! These words repeat in my mind over and over, the memory of Goldie and I mating much like dogs in heat all I can focus on. My Goldie…such a beautiful wolf she becomes, her feral body much more desirable than her human flesh. My memory becomes fantasy as I feel my loins inside her swell and tie making her mine, reveling in the elation of my own body molding into an animal form with her; becoming a proud wolf. I hump; I pound, forelimbs clutching her sides, fangs snagging her furry nape. She whines pleasantly lifting her head back, rocking herself against me aiding in our rapture of mating.

My seed explodes, ropes of it gushing with purpose.

_ _ “Awwrroooo…” A soft howl crescendos breaking through my panting, thrusting the air and squeezing my loins, orgasm riddling my being as I sit back and enjoy the sexual bliss of my juices dribbling down my shaft and fingers.

So good I thought as I carefully stroke my loins, curiously surprised that I’m still leaking even after my main potency is spent. Should have waited…for Goldie.

Anxious whines caught my attention pulling me out of my exhausted slump, sitting up straight on the toilet before getting to my feet. I can hear my Goldie behind the door whimpering, nails raking the surface.

“Stud?” she called in a gruff voice hearing her almost bark. “Are you alright?”

Briefly; I began to pant again feeling myself slouch and shuffle to the door, my own nails scrapping the wet wood. My lower back felt funny as I listened to my Goldie mimic the same animal tendencies I appeared to do, as if a tail had grown out and began furiously wagging excitedly. I can feel my loins growing impossibly hard again, throbbing madly for more, my hand reaching the doorknob to let her in.

“Grr…gah…I’m alright,” I strain to reply pulling my hand away from the knob at the last minute, leaning my head into my crossed arms propping me against the door. “Just…had to pass something tough,” I lie, though if any other normal day that might have been the truth. “You should wait to come in…just a little bit longer. Clean up…my mess.”

My Goldie whined desperately, I whined back in kind.

“O…ok,” she answers sounding a growl. “But…can’t wait. You sound weird…smell…good.”

Smell. My nostrils flare; sniffing, my nose hovering along the cracks of the door frame. I can smell her, the scent of her body; the pheromones of her heat. Her pheromones, I recognize it better now. And the power it has over me; my pelvis rocks against the door unable to control my need to hump. I need her…I need to mate.

Not again I realize fighting to pull back these primal emotions and desires, pushing away from the door managing to catch myself behind the shower stall doors before crashing into them.

“A few minutes,” I assure my Goldie. “I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”

Probably do me some good anyways. Not only do I feel sticky but maybe the shower will calm me the hell down.

The door raps again with Goldie’s scratching, her whimpers nearly pulling me back as I step into the warm shower and shut the sliding door.

Whatever those pills are I think I know why my Goldie likes to act like a wolf now. Does it also give some kind of enhanced sexual drive too? I can’t believe this is happening. Oh well; if I’m going to start acting like an animal at least I know my mate will certainly enjoy it. Just need one minute to not pop again, clean myself off and…DAMN; too hot!

_ _ Shallow breaths heave from me struggling not to fall back into that addictive animal panting again, whipping my hands out to the shower knobs to quickly turn off the hot water. My skin burns flushed red; the temperature of the water had been balanced before I stepped inside but it suddenly felt so hot. The cold stream soothed my body for a little bit, but as icy as the shower became I started to notice that I wasn’t coming down from this surging heatwave.

“What the fuck?” I heaved, tongue hanging my lips before I forced it back in my mouth with a growl. “I think this drug is making me sick. If it wasn’t the water that was hot, then…I think I’m burning up.”

And itchy. Feel itchy…

I step back under the cold shower finding some relief from the heat and irritation but the pelting stream can only do so much, raking my nails over the worst offending spaces. Scratching my shoulders I yelped perplexed I had dug my nails deep enough to feel like I had cut my flesh. I looked around my left shoulder to check the damage…and along with thin lines of my bloody cuts washing away I found body hair too long to be normal. My eyes beamed brightly the moment I watched more long hairs wiggling and sprouting from my skin.

“Why the…” I mutter, having enough sense to completely shut off the shower before investigating this abnormal discovery of mine, plucking one of the growing strands wincing in pain as I examined the fine hair. This grew from my skin…in a matter of seconds! It took me longer than that to finally realize something off about my fingernails, the hair sticking along one of my swollen digits as I looked over dark pointed claws growing from under cracked and torn nails breaking away and falling to the wet floor.

I gasped looking over both hands as they throbbed and tensed watching as they slowly began to expand and lengthen; the skin under my palms and rounding fingertips thickening into dark padded calluses; more hairs sprouting and crawling up my wrists and arms.

“Oh my god!” I barked…BARKED, growls spilling from my voice. I fight back these primal vocals only to whine anxiously, tumbling forward against the slick wet wall of the shower stall to keep me balanced as my feet ached immensely. I look down to see what was happening just as the arches began to elongate little by little, my toes large and nearly equal with similar dark animal claws replacing my toenails; my big toes pulling back into something like a dewclaw most animals have.

This isn’t happening I rationalize desperately trying to find some logic to why I changing American Werewolf in London style. It’s the pills…it has to be. I’m hallucinating. Fucking strong drugs; Goldie must really believe she’s a wolf when this shit makes people see yourself turning into one. Is this why she likes to pretend? Does she…get off..thinking she’s a wolf?

_ _ Claws scrap at the wet wall frantically trying to get through the waves of discomfort surging throughout my body, hot tugging ears picking up sickly pops and snaps of my bending and pulling bones, this hallucination more real than I ever could have imagined. I slouch forward panting heavily, whines and growls occasionally sounding as the heat and itch worsens over my shoulders and back; hairs wiggling and thickening feeling a thin coat covering my upper half.

Fur…my fur… I growl in thought, the primal urges creeping back in stronger than before flashing my teeth snarling; canines throbbing as I feel them grow out into monstrous fangs. Too real. Feel like I’m changing…like a werewolf…a wolf. Wolf…Wolf!

I spin myself around hairy back against the wall, shaky misshapen beastly hands grasping the slick wet surface to no avail. I lift my head and stretch out my neck, pressure and knots demanding to be relieved as I groan; roar. Muscles and flesh ripple and stretch as I felt my neck starting to extend, the bones of my cheeks and mouth cracking and pulsating as I felt my face slowly push out into an inhuman small muzzle; my nostrils pulled back conforming into the start of a shapely canine snout.

Fu-fuck! Hurts…but…thrilling. Being wolf…feels…good. Like…wolf…

Is this my mind slipping into the mentally of an animal, or I am truly enjoying this? My thoughts; I can’t quite make heads or tails of what is real and what is a hallucination anymore. What feels bizarre and frightening is reversed, my transformation natural and…pleasurable. I can’t quite ignore how turned on I am this moment, thrusting my miraculously renewed erection begging for attention again. I look down, panting unwavering even as what part of my human psyche recognizes the shape of my loins as wrong, feeling unbridle pride over my thick red and swollen canine phallus; what foreskin retreated into a furry animal sheath.

Yes…feel good my primal thoughts growled, paw-like hands reaching down to stroke and massage myself despite the loss of dexterity; my thumbs pulled back like my big toes into dewclaw-like features.

Tugging struck both my ears and lower back, eyes giving off a fiery shine as the pain of the pulls and pushes of my transforming body ebbed replaced with immense euphoria. My panting quickened as I stayed balanced against the walls sliding over to a corner where the bulging nub wiggling and growing from the base of my spine gradually extended longer, the ridged boney flesh of lupine tail wagging between my legs; my fur gradually blanketing the animal appendage in a thin coat. The same happens to my ears widening out pass my hair forming pointed tips, pulling up closer to the top of my head as they shape into better wolfish features. They stand erect as fur starts to cover the skin there as well, sounds of my racing heart and panting breath loud and clear in these new ears.

I smile, growling excitedly as I gather away from the wall standing tall on the balls of my beastly hindpaws, arms tucked and forepaws close to my chest. I barely look human anymore and I crave more…more changes, more wolf, more mating.

Be wolf. Run…hunt…mate! Mate with shewolf. Shewolf…

My animal ears tighten wincing at the slam of the bathroom door swinging open fast and hard, heavy footsteps tumbling inside; sharp tips clacking around a marble surface. I avert my wild gaze forward making out the blurry silhouette behind the fog glass shower door, a yellowish furry creature holding itself up over the bathroom sink as it pants and spills light growls of furiously excitement. My canine nose sniffs curiously drinking in the intoxicating scent of my shewolf, her animal musk stronger than ever now losing control as I as snarl and whine for her attention.

“Stud?” she whines back, a blurry shape wagging behind her as she turns to the shower stall reaching for the door. “Smell like wolf. Sound like one. How…need…”

The glass door slides open.

Golden feral hues shine brilliantly between us as we both marvel over our changed appearances, my Goldie; my shewolf the most startled to see me transition into a real wolf. She sees me, just as I see her; golden yellow fur nearly swallowing up her human hide, hands altered like her feet into beastly paws though her thumbs remain opposable. Her face; her muzzle is far more developed than mine nearly perfect complimenting her lupine ears and feral eyes along with the thick fur blanketing her face and mane full around her neck. Her tongue hangs out panting heavily like a true animal, her wolf tail wagging excitedly lifted back slightly.

Still misshapen like me in our humonid frames…but my mate has never looked as ravishing. I step away from the wet walls and join her outside the stall, our forepaws tenderly caressing sides and limbs as I admire my shewolf, her gaze still darting about studying me further.

“Wolf!” she barks, her blacked canine lips smiling in her pant as she meets my gaze completely. “You’re wolf! Look…good. Sexy. Real stud.”

I like what she says, panting as nuzzle our snouts and lick her face, my Goldie cackling as her forepaws wrap behind my bulging hairy back kneading her claws intimately over my hot fuzzy hide. I pull her in close and tight, fond of feeling her fur and figure brush against my body; letting her know I was ready to mate again with my animal erection dripping prodding her sweltering wet sex. Her whines bellowed into soft howls lifting up high on her beastly toes grinding our loins together, telling me she wanted to mate again as well as our pelvises brushed hard and wild, our bodies trembling in carnal ecstasy with every heavy tease.

“Yes!” my goldie howled, “Mate like this. Be wolf stud. Let go…be animal…mount me!”

Our feral intimacy could not be contained within the small bathroom, my Goldie breaking away only to exit back into the bedroom immediately dropping to all fours stretching eagerly as she lowered her upper half closer to the ground, her furry breasts grazing the carpet. I follow standing under the doorway, body quivering as I feel my muscles contract and swell in that instance; my physique stretching and bending me into a more beastly entity like my mate, my fur sprouting and spreading wildly. A smile widens as much as my growing muzzle can watching my mate present herself to take, her lupine tail flagged flashing her needy sex for my loins to quench.

“Mate!” my goldie whines anxiously, wiggling her behind as she tries to patiently wait for my advance. “My mate…mount me. My alpha…your bitch…needs…” her devolving voice cracks howling once more for my attention sounding her desires triumphantly.

Fill mate. Love mate. Give pups. Grow pack. Proud pack. Proud wolves. Wolf!

There really isn’t anything else that matters to me anymore. The promotion I was gunning for at my job, the on and off turmoil with my relationships with family and friends, the stress of what my future was leading to if this wasn’t done or if I gave up on this opportunity. My old gripes are meaningless. There is only pleasing my beautiful shewolf and reveling in the heat of our lust for each other. My only concerns after is to find food for us to feed and reinvigorate our feral bodies, to relish in the natural act of hunting and killing prey, to finding shelter in the wild. We will mate to our hearts content; naturally, my shewolf will bare our pups and we will protect and nurture them until they grow and become capable of hunting and finding mates of their own to grow our pack or start their own.

It’s all I want. It’s all my instincts as a wolf demands. And the tie I make with her this instance, mounting behind and plunging my pulsating wolfhood within her sex, seals our bond. She is mine and I am hers. My fangs grasping the furry nape of her neck isn’t even necessary yet her howls cry in bliss in my dominance, her rear pushing against my thrusts to hurry my release.

My orgasm nears, potency spilling inside in small spurts coating her temple. My body burns like I’m on fire, the vestige of my humanity slipping further away as a giant wolf replaces the man I once was. I feel little remorse or shame; I am a wolf, my fur and fangs and tail are my own and so is my mate. My needs are mine and so are my desires, eager to put my strong animal form to the test once we uncouple and can be free of my shewolf’s strange shelther; I want to run, to track, to hunt and kill and feed with my mate. To be wolf…be wolf…wolf…

Goldie’s fur fully covers the rest of her naked body, her muzzle extending to its natural length as she lifts her head howls deeply in bliss, her stud’s seed swimming within her temple and womb.

Yes!!! She howls in mind, panting happily as the heat of her afterglow numbs her strength lowering onto her belly, her mate remaining on top of her back as he continues to push and tug until he gives out and lies limp. I’ve wanted this for so long…for another wolf to mate with me like this.

Goldie looks back to her exhausted stud panting, reaching her handpaw back to stroke his mane and caress his muzzle; his tongue licks affectionately upon her claw tipped paw-like fingers stirring a giggle from the content shewolf.

Good boy; good stud she compliments. A real knot…together for now. Feels good…tied…bonded. Hope still virile again after. Having stud as wolf; smelling his strong musk, still feel horny. Want mate again.

_ _ The shewolf growls intimately as she holds her feral mate up above her, rolling in place upon her back lifting her right leg awkwardly around the male wolf’s head gently knocking into his snout. Her stud lies comfortably as their muzzles poke and lick back, his forepaws pinning her shoulders as her handpaws caress and pet her large feral mate’s body relishing their animal forms. She chuckles cupping her stud’s muzzle directing it down to her chest reminding him of sensual mounds not yet flattened completely from her changes, rubbing his nose over her sensitive breasts until he got the picture and nuzzled freely licking the teats hidden under her fur.

She smiled, panting excitedly like before as her stud’s carnal tastes elicited back arousal that made her writhe in pleasure, her legs squeezing the male wolf’s sides as she pushed herself into his trapped loins wishing to milk more of his seed while she could; not ready to end their tie.

Mate again…please…hump me. I need more. I want more of you…more seed…more love…more wolf…

_ _ Her stud gathered onto her paws, his body staying lower to Goldie’s. She looks up to her mate sharing another flash of intimacy before their tongue lashed at their snouts and maws kissing the only way wolves know how. As her handpaws hugs her mate tightly as feels his pelvis start to thrust once more, his knot swelling inside as he eagerly resumes humping.

Yes! The shewolf howls softly enjoying the third ride of the morning nuzzling her mate’s neck as she held fast, panting excitedly as their sexes tied once more ready for the hot bliss to fill her womb once more.

That’s how mate turned into wolf Goldie deduced, holding the poorly marked pill bottle she had stashed away in the bathroom drawer. The cap was left open placed in plain sight on the sink counter, her handpaws narrowly missing knocking it over on her forceable entrance early. Must have taken pills…took too many. No wonder feral…virile.

Hazy as her thoughts were with the wolf feverishly howling in her mind; Goldie recalled the instructions that was given to her and those that were trying these special pills. One was enough to make you change into a Wolfman hybrid, two to make her as she is now; a wolf retain parts of her humanoid features but mostly feral. Any more than that and not only would you change into a full-on real large wolf but the stuff that helps make the transformation less painful and sexual aroused makes one hyper sexual.

In other words; the reason her mate clings to her even now, whining to mount once more humping her leg and rear, is from overdosing on the pills.

Don’t mind that she admits with a wolfish grin, putting the pill bottle down as she turns her head to her enamored stud, combing his thick coat with her left handpaw as she licks back affectionately. Want to mate all day. Love mating. Hope stud will too.

There is; of course, some empathy in her stud’s current plight frowning Goldie’s smile as she kneels down and hugs her mate. The amount he took; it’s possible he could be stuck this way for a long time. And even if he does start to change back it would only be a matter of time before the side effects catch up with him, the same ones afflicting Goldie even now having transformed this far without taking any pills in the last month. Yet despite the doom and gloom; she can’t help but greedily enjoy what time she does have before the drama to come.

And best to live like wolf…in wild.