Your trembling hands descend upon your throbbing rod. You wrap your thickening fingers around the pointed dog cock, hesitating slightly as
your rational mind screams at you to stop. This frail thought is discarded on a whim as the images of humping canines refill your tarnished mind.
Your shaking hands begin to pump up and down the slimy shaft, more rapidly second by second. Your tongue lulls out and you begin to pant.
You close your eyes, now drowning in the passion of the moment.
A conforming mind finds yourself admiring every aspect of the canine visage, almost compulsively. The sheer speed of the Greyhound, the
beautiful grace of the wolf, the raw power of the Shepard. You need to experience what it is to have a pelt. To have such immense acuteness to
all senses.
You NEED to be complete.
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The she-dogs sauntered gracefully toward their victim. He had barely noticed their presence as they circled him on the moonlit road.
*It's almost time, Kristie,* teased Lauren, as she finally settled down to watch patiently on her haunches. Kristie paced back and forth on the
opposite side of the man, rubbing viciously at her clit and panting nearly as hard as their future packmate. Lauren shook her long brown muzzle
in disproval, they might be horny bitches but that's no way to greet a man in need, despite the fact that he hadn't noticed them sitting mere feet
away. Kristie was the only original weredog not to have been satisfied as of yet, and as the acting Alpha bitch Lauren was obligated to find her this
mate.
He was coming along nicely, however. Not long after his discovery of his new junk, the man had collapsed to his knees in the dirt road and began,
like clockwork, jacking himself off. Lauren observed his progressive changes, and without the mandatory sex that Kristie would soon provide, he
would not change too much. His nipples had darkened to brown as his muscles bulged slightly as his sweat glands emptied, leaving him drenched
in salty fluid. The night's experience as of yet told her that his eyes would be transitioning from whatever color they once were to brown, as dark
pigments flooded the cornea. He leaned back, grimacing while now rapidly pumping himself toward complete arousal, as the the process would
delay climax until actual copulation. His teeth sharpened as his mouth and nose extended slightly a long tongue extending occasionally, as
moisture formed while his nose repositioned itself, darkening in the process. Eyes closed, he took two long sniffs at the air and rapidly sprung
forward onto his hand-paws. Lauren couldn't help but chuckle internally at the strange sight, a beast still mostly human with the exception of the
pointed ears, black nails, padded hands and feet, aforementioned face, and of course the lonely island of fur encasing the balls and sheath with a
pointed 8-inch rocket poking against the man's chest. Kinda like an X-Rated, mostly bare wolfman from those black and white movies.
Lauren grinned a set of pointed teeth, *Sick 'em, Kristie."
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You excitedly sniff the air, eyes closed in concentration, at the sweet phantom smell they had just burst onto the scene. Something in the back of
your mind told you this was the smell of a female in heat and you open your eyes. Before you squats a humanoid German Shepard bitch. She had
a set of beautiful amber-brown eyes and gorgeous black hair from which jutted two large ears that regularly belong to a police dog. She was
panting rapidly, idly rubbing one of her furry C-Cup breasts while fingering herself with a pair of clawed hands. Her long tail wags behind her.
This was too much to take in and you fall back on your ass, knees and eyes spread wide as your pointed red cock stays at rigid attention. Her eyes
widen, but not in fear like you.
"I've had enough waiting, lover," she pants, springing up and landing in your lap, "I'm Kristie, but you can just call me your bitch. I want your
pups."
The shepard rubs herself all over you, and eventually you give in. The two of you make out as you begin shallowly thrusting your tip into her
dripping black vagina. Black, brown and tan fur ripples gently over your body and you notice that you're becoming more dog-like by the minute.
In five minutes, she's done making out, she pushes back and smiles.
"Time for your true self to show itself, give me that red rocket and complete yourself," Kristie whispers from her paws and knees.
She repositions herself and raises her tail. Thousands of years of evolution spring into action as the true weredog in you takes over. You
practically leap onto her thrusting madly from behind. She whines as you grit your sharpened teeth, driving yourself deep within her. Your feet
elongate to allow for better positioning while a long tail makes itself known on your posterior. Now connected at the knot, you yip and while,
holding back the impending explosion.
"I'm going to cum! I can't hold off much longer!" you bark, humping madly.
"YES, YES YEEESSOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOWL!" Kristie's moan extends into a howl as you release your seed within her.
The two of you collapse, you a full-sexed German Shepard weredog.
The Alpha looks on approvingly. Now I wonder where he was headed? She thinks with intent.