The swell of carnal ecstasy continues to flood through your beastly body, the two of you panting heavily as you ride the primal bliss of your union. You both continue to rock and bump prolonging the orgasmic pleasure while you remain tied together, unable to fathom how you can still be spilling so much of your feral seed inside your lusty bitch. But she willingly drinks, her rocking body yanking and milking your pulsing knot expelling everything you can offer.
Once the well dries up and your knot deflates you remove yourself from your mate, but staying close to her side. On all fours; you brush and grind intimately sharing affectionate nuzzles and licks as you circle and gingerly chase each other across the bedroom. Despite the fatigue of a good rut you both play and tackle as if wound up on caffeine, either one suggestion another romp as you try to leap and mount behind again, your mate dashing away before you can cling yet hanging her furry rump and tail in gesture to come hither.
But you both realize that this small den cannot contain large wolves any longer, and the absence of fresh air and aromatic aromas of the wild have you anxious to escape. Eventually; your mate appears to recall how to fully open the sliding door of her room fiddling with the lock on the handle and prying the glass barrier open.
The cool night air immediately wafts past your wet snouts and furry manes, sniffing frantically at the reveal of many scents that grab your attention. You both remain on all fours, finding it better this way; normal, as you walk out onto the deck eagerly rushing to the soft grassy mounds of earth that is your mate's backyard. You roll and brush into the greenery like playful pups before the wild zeal takes you, the freedom of the outdoors as the wolves you are now beckoning. Your mate stands beside you singing her joyful lupine song before starting ahead of you, leaping past the flower bush sprinting into the vast woodland beyond. You howl your own song before joining your mate, eager to chase her down; to sate your baser needs, to hunt and rut to your hearts content with your shewolf.
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The rays of a early morning sunrise creep over your slumbering face stirring you awake, letting out a soft yawn as you stretch out your body and grind into what feels like a body pillow. But...you don't own a body pillow (or at least this feels way too curvy and soft). Your eyes flutter open widening as you come to realize your situation. You see the back of someone's hair, your hands hold the sides of a female figure, your spooning a naked woman's back. How in the world did you end up sleeping and waking along side another person? Weren't you home alone last night?
The mystery woman lets out a soft moan rolling towards you as she lazily rests her slumbering head into the top of your chest. Now with a better view you come to realize that this is the same woman from the website you watched transform into a beast, the very same that eventually beckoned you to join her. The effects it had on you, transforming you into a beast like her. The weird void that led to her bedroom. The rut. The wild. The howling.
Wasn't that all a dream? Could you still be dreaming even now?
You sneak a hand near the side of the woman's head unable to resist gently brushing back her hair. Shocked eyes once more express astonishment as you find the tip of her ears retaining animalistic fuzzy points. Drifting your fingers down behind her chin you see and feel the light fuzz of her animal fur matted against her skin, that same light fuzz trailing even further down her neck and over her shoulders. You quickly bring your hand back and feel yourself over the same spots startled that you share the same hairy disposition.
You both turned into wolves last night. Are you starting to change back? Or is this...something else?
That something else starts to stir, your heart racing and your breathing growing raspy; tongue fighting to pop out into a pant. The more you look over the slumbering lady's nudity pressed against yours, the more you see how much of the wolf has remained. The light fuzz stretches all the way down her sides and back, still further down to her legs. You can barely see her twitching feet, arches not as elongated but toes still wide and plump with claws and padded soles underneath. You notice a weak twitch from a small protrusion above her rear, the small boney visage of her lupine tail anxious to wag and curl even in its short stature.
You know you feel the same features too as your flex and curl your animal toes, weakly gasping at the sensation of your own tiny tail tugging and moving below your spine. You're even very aware of how much your own loins have remained lupine, unintentionally rubbing a throbbing sensitive arousal against her belly and the little trail of fur growing out from between her legs.
Fuck. It's growing harder not to keep yourself from acting on horny impulses. The lycanthropic scenario you've awaken into. The carnal position you both are in. The look of your animal features highlighting the strange beastly beauty. Her scent; her musk. Memories of last night. The tie. The howling.
Your body and animal instincts seem to choose your actions for you, panting excitedly as you can no longer resist the need to be inside your mate again. You start to gently poke and prod, grinding your animal need against her stomach as you try to nudge and move your sleeping mate to better spread her legs and let you enter. You run your knees up her legs as you plan to straddle her, anxious to roll her onto her back so you can be on top wanting to better grind and push; to better mate. Yes; you run your hands up her sides, existing claws nearly rough reddening her fuzzy hide from where they nearly slice.
Are you really doing this? Are you about to take this unconscious woman? You feel some warning bells starting to ring madly in the back of your fevered mind, your conscious trying to alert you to the potential mistake you are about to make.
But...is it a mistake? She is your shewolf; your mate. You both cemented your union. You possibly have your future pups inside her womb. She beckoned you. Called you. Let you in and mount. Let you rut. Let you fill her. Run with her. Hunt with her. Be wolves with her. Be wolf. Wolf. Wolf.
Body heat glows flushing your fuzzy hide, a familiar effect building as you can feel your bones beginning to ache and creak, sickly pops forming as you feeling your spine starting to un-fuse and stretch; your lively tiny tail gradually gaining inches in length. Sharp groans whine from your fanged lips, your panting quickens; your face starting to bulge and swell.
It's happening. No full moon or shady website influencing your changes. Just this powerful primal want to return to your beastly state of mind and form, the want to see your mate as the beautiful feral shewolf she was last night; the want to mate and ensure your future pack. You are not certain you have any willpower to resist the urge, especially with how hellbent you are to rut even with your shewolf still slumbering.
Though any doubts and questionable misgivings appear to melt away, finding your slumbering mate beginning to press and grind against you in kind. You can see her eyes still shut, still asleep, yet she starts to meet your rubbing advances with near intensity; her panting maw spilling whines of distress as you can feel her pelvis press into yours, helping guide the tip of your thick red bone to meet the slit of her dark swollen gates.
Her alluring heat greets your lupine nostrils, faint yet arousing, enough to suggest she truly needs a good rutting.
No prompts to choose from. What you decide to do from here on could lead to some pleasurable romps...or some moralistic consequences. And even if you are lucky to not spur the ire of a confused shewolf, how sure are you about this simple primal life you feel committed to follow?