At the end of another day, you carefully claw another notch on the wall close to the entrance of the den you share with Erin. You count the claw marks you have made. They now represent a total of eight months. That’s how long ago you began your new life, as a wolf.
You haven’t had much time to be bored, though. Each day has been spent hunting down prey and eating berries. Most of the time, you and Erin have hunted (and marked your joint territory) together – though when she was on her periods, you were the sole hunter-gatherer. Apart from that, you have kept yourselves stimulated by communicating with the other Changed, by discussing human politics, music, the environment, and other topics. And you never tire of Erin’s company. She and you have spent many an hour discussing your shared love of science fiction, literature, and films. You both also helped other Changed, who the spell book transformed in the passing months, to adjust. In that time, Erin and you have made friends with people who are now a newborn pair of pumas and a couple of raccoons.
Thankfully, you and Erin survived the winter, and now summer is on its way. That means you both get to snooze in the warm sunlight without fear of being sun burnt – and you play games from time to time – hide-and-seek, tail-tag, or human guessing games, even etching hangman lines in the dirt of your den. Still, although your life is a simple, happy one, there is something missing – and it is not the spell book…
Erin walks up to you, and affectionately nips your ear, bringing you back to the present moment. You smile and lick her cheek. She counts your claw marks on the wall.
“Eight months, eh? I stopped counting the days, when you took over that job,” she muses. “We would be eighteen now, if we were somehow to become human once more, Clyde.”
“I don’t want to be human again,” you confess to her. “I love being a wolf, now! Our way of life is good. We have our senses, our fangs and claws - and we have each other. And my mind may be still human, but my allegiance is now to the wolf race – to us. Humans – some of them, anyway - are the only life forms we should fear.”
“That’s true…” Erin regards you with keen interest. “So… There is nothing else you want now, in your new life?”
“Transforming like you do at each full moon would be neat! Then we would be equals in every regard,” you answer thoughtfully. “Apart from that, the only desire I have…” you trail off.
“Yes?” She smiles.
“…is to be your mate. Your mate for life,” you confess to her. “I love you, Erin. Both the human and wolf in you. And I would be honored to be both your partner and the father of your cubs, if you wish it.”
“Oh, wow!” Erin presses her cold, wet nose to yours in a sort of lupine kiss. “I would be thrilled to be your mate, and to bear our cubs. I love you too, Clyde. Of course you have my permission!”
You yip with excitement, and gently bite Erin’s ears once more, as she responses with equal fervour. You even playfully bowl her over and nip at her teats, making her smile. Then you feel a pressure building around your male equipment. Erin sees your arousal emerging from your sheath, and her grin becomes wider.
“Don’t hold back, Clyde. It’s time for us to be married in the eyes of nature. It’s just…this is my first occasion.”
“And mine,” you admit. “Um… I’ll try to be a gentleman of a wolf.”
Erin makes a noise akin to a human girl giggling, and nuzzles you, before turning round and lifting her cute tail, in invitation. Pawing the ground, you let your instincts take over, and then leap forward, mounting your companion from behind. Finding your way, you ease yourself in as far as you can go, and softly rub your jaw across Erin’s furry back.
Wave after wave of pleasure ripples through the two of you, as Erin pushes herself back against your weight. For some time, you allow yourself to drown in the incredible sensations. Finally, the den is filled by two joyful howls as you both climax. Your voices blend together to create a song of celebration, of union.
Breaking apart, you flop onto the ground and pant, as your beloved mate also rests. Sunset and moonrise soon follow, and you watch as the first night of this month’s full moon casts its spell over Erin. She gasps and growls with the onset of the metamorphosis, as her body shifts form and becomes half-human. She then rises, in the tunnel of your shared home, as a beautiful, furred, slim-breasted young wolf-woman who pads over to you.
“That was wonderful, Clyde! Thank you. Now I can grant your other wish, if you want it now, my mate. You will make a handsome, strong wolf-man!”
You sit up and smile, excited by her words. “I am ready, Erin,” you declare.
She opens her jaws wide, and carefully bites into your shoulder, passing on her saliva, before licking the healing wounds. Before long, the light of the full moon calls out to the condition now entering your bloodstream, and – with the snapping of bones, and the shifting of joints, muscles, ligaments, and other body cells, your body reforms into a newborn, dark-grey furred wolf man. You get up to stand level with Erin on your now-stronger back legs, and you marvel that you still have your wagging tail and sharp fangs and claws – but also have the addition of opposable thumbs. Within seconds, you and Erin are hugging and stroking each other, now that you both have arms and ‘hands’ once more. Then you squeeze her half-paw in yours.
“You are indeed an adorable wolf man!” she exclaims, smiling. “Now - together always?”
You grin back. “Always. And thank you, Erin. For everything.”
“You are welcome, Clyde! C’mon - let’s hunt.” And with that, you and Erin – both moonlighting wolfweres – lope out together into the night, to eat, to moonbathe, and spend more quality time together as a fully-fledged couple. The first such night of many more to come.