Your blissful howls ring in your ears, echoing; fading.
When your eyes flutter open they are met with the plain ceiling of your bedroom. Your head feels heavy and groggy, like you had been hit by a truck recently. I take your time to gather onto hands and knees slowly realizing you are naked...and rather sticky between your thighs. You press the palm of a head against for forehead, squinting eyes shut tight as you desperately try to remember how you managed to sleep on the floor, naked, and having apparently had a good time last night.
As you struggle to stand back up toppling towards your chair for balance you knock into the desk where your computer monitor and keyboard and mouse sits, the tremor enough to move the mouse and wake the computer out of sleep mode. Though displaying your desktop background and icons, you are suddenly bombarded with flashes of events from the past night helping remind you of what had happened...or at least thought happened.
A weird and shady fetish website.
Choices that determined an unsuspecting woman's furry fate.
The sultry glances and gestures of the shewolf on your monitor.
Choosing the option to become her mate.
Turning into a beast yourself.
Your bedroom door leading into a vast void, a faint glimmer leading you down a path to the shewolf's bedroom door.
The union.
The primal passion.
The rut.
Your howls and hers.
And now back in your room, moments after experiencing such intense feral pleasures you never expected to conceive or experience yourself. The ache of your animal transformation. The sensation of affectionately cuddling with another furry body. The strength and ferocity of her own advances. The knot. The tie. The humping. Everything at the climax.
Had that all really been just a dream?
You do take the time to clean yourself up first and put on some fresh clothes. You rather find the need for clothes oddly exhausting and annoying, but your modesty for being around people eventually wins out. You check your computer and start tracing your steps trying to remember how you found this bizarre site in the first place. But; no matter how many different ways you try to look it up, even after you recall its own name...nothing pops up. It's like the site never existed in the first place. Creepy; don't you think?
You decide to drop the search and move on with you life, figuring such a mad obsession would get you nowhere in the long run. Though you find it hard NOT to think about it as you do move on with work, with mingling with loved ones, with hanging with your friends. You don't shun such interactions at all...but something about what you "dreamed" festers deep inside. Deep enough that you find yourself drawn to the full moon every month, more than you usually had at the start. You feel that primal longing to let go and call out, wanting to bellow a howl so loud that...maybe "she" will hear you. That maybe...maybe it wasn't just another bizarre dream.
For so many months you hold that longing back, unable to submit to your wolf as easily as in the dream with the fear and dread of people hearing where your howl comes from; of watching a insane person wanting to devolve into a wild beast. You can't even bring yourself to pretend even in the privacy of your own home, afraid that everything you feel; your inner animal's pride and lust to exist, is nothing more than just in your head.
That is...until one month; nearly half a year later...
You hear howling from outside your house.
You hear it during the worse of your urges, feeling your sanity crumbling as you become convinced you are turning back into a wolf, catching the sight of growing claws or sprouting fur or a nagging small tail wiggling under your pants quite often.
You hear it while in the middle of a restless sleep, possibly the same scenario as the young woman you turned into a horny shewolf.
You hear it believing at first to be the same howling in your restless dream, frantic nocturnal visions playing out your bizarre fantasy to be a wolf; to run with your shewolf, to cuddle and play. To mate.
You hear it as your dream shewolf howls back sounding her rapture in reuniting with her mate.
You sing back, both in the rutting dream and as you wake.
You realize too late how loud your howl is, but your wound up and spurred on by the wild lust of your dream to care. Your body aches and quivers, sweat dripping and skin itching; bones sore and...popping?
It couldn't be. After all this time since that night? After so many full moons? Or are you stuck in another dream again?
Whatever answer you wait for comes back with another lengthy howl, this time you are certain coming from outside your bedroom window. In your excitement you pay little mind to your knick-knacks knocking over or cracking, hurrying put of bed and scrambling to the window. You slam the sliding feature open uncaring if you may have snapped or cracked something in the process, leaning out and feeling the cool night air wafting upon your heated naked skin; panting. You are so close to letting your howl bellow, but the wide gap between the last howl suddenly makes you wonder if you had been hearing all of that in your head; lingering from your past dream. You whimper at the thought of it, growling as such an idea makes your angry.
The renewed howl carries over the town, your ears tugging tight; pulling out and lengthening into feral tips. Feeling that surging shift over your ears with the echoing song of the shewolf somewhere out in the wild calling to her mate, inhibitions begin to melt away. In that moment; your thoughts and instincts become clouded by simple primal desires.
Your shewolf is calling you.
Your wolf side yearns to return to her.
You need to fulfill each other's need.
Breed. Give her pups. Grow your pack.
Dream or reality?
It doesn't matter right now.
All you care about is reuniting with your shewolf; your mate.
All you care about is returning to the wild.
All you want...is to be a wolf.
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