You breathe heavily as you examine the wide dampness in the crotch of your jeans. You touch the musky wetness with two timid fingers; definitely yours, and
positively sexual. You recall the dream, and envision what would have happened had you not woken. The merest thought calls forth ripples of heat through your
form. You sweat uncontrollably from the sudden flash. Your clothing feels like a tensed Boa Constrictor, grinding at your hardened nipples and yearning flesh.
Never before in your life have you been as excited. All your reserves of will are mustered to pull your hand away from the zipper.
Thoughts of the dream come unbidden to your mind, of the embrace and how good it felt to have Zoë’s paws run through your fur. Maybe that life wouldn’t be so
bad, you think. You’d be safe amidst this forest of everlasting moonlight, with a strong body and a mate that will love you unconditionally. The she-wolf shape of
Zoë enters your thoughts, and you lick your lips as you dream of her bestial kiss. You slink back first onto the pelt, and immediately feel the need to masturbate
well up again.
A soulful howl snatches your attention, and you realize that Zoë is close. There may still be time to wash off in the stream, or to escape.
Or perhaps, you’ve already decided what you really want…