Sandra takes off before you can stop her, howling like a madwoman. Maybe she is, you think.
Fortunately, you’ve raced her before. She’s fast, but so are you. The motions come easily as you quicken your pace up the trail. Twice, you lose sight of her.
Twice, you catch her scent, something unmistakably female mixed with something foreign, and you follow it directly to her.
Your quarry stays evenly ahead of you, shedding her white T-shirt in a purposeful thrashing of her arms. It makes no sense to you why she’d do that; you then
realize she seems to have a gray sweater on underneath. Why wear that? It’s the middle of spring!
You find it odd that you aren’t breaking a sweat; it’s as if you were built to run! If only you didn’t have this restrictive clothing on. You tug subconsciously at your
tank top as you run faster, huffing and grunting.
Sandra’s pace decreases as she arrives at her destination. An outcropping of rock juts from the side of this hill, providing a perfect observation spot. She steps
onto the outcropping, looming over the tree line. The night sky looms clear overhead, a million stars focusing the light of the full moon.
You arrive in time to see Sandra raise her arms skyward, as though she is beckoning the moon to hug her. She leans gently toward the sky and purses her lips
together, unleashing a slow, sensual howl.
Something in the tone, the resonance, stirs you to excitement. Your skin surges with heat. The moonlight penetrates your skin, permeates your soul; your nipples
bud to aching hardness and you feel a sudden deluge of wetness at your crotch. As you lick your lips in primal excitement, your tongue brushes eyeteeth that are
longer than they should be. You yank hard at the tank top and hear it tear.
The rending of cloth snaps Sandra’s attention back to you. The radiant light of the moon frames her like an aura as she silently strides toward you. In the glow, you
can make out the patches of gray hair that have filtered up through her tanning skin. The streaks of gray in her hair are far more pronounced, rippling down her
locks like falling rain. Her ears poke out from her wild mane, pointed and twitching errantly. She reaches for the bridge of her bra with a hand tinged with gray hair,
and slices it asunder with a long, curved nail. Full breasts pop into the cool night air, touched with gray stubble that thickens slowly before your eyes. She steps
from her jeans and continues on in her nakedness.
“S-Sandra? What’s…happening to you?”
Sandra smiles, caressing your cheek with a calloused palm. “The same thing that’s happening to you.” She takes your hand and brings it to the side of your head.
You feel your ear, long and pointed, as your claws gently rake the flesh.
“Oh, God. What do we do?”
“Savor it.” Faster than humanly possible, she locks you in a deep lover’s kiss, probing your fanged mouth with an impossibly long tongue. You’d never wondered
what kissing a woman would be like, never even considered experimenting. The thought of kissing Sandra never entered your mind before now. Now, you
unabashedly take in the sweet taste of her mouth as she tears your clothing apart with her cruel claws. It shocks you how much you want her, need her. You grip
her breast and ass in a lover’s heat while your own gray hair…no, you think, my fur…spreads in waves along your flesh.
The kiss ends, leaving you panting for breath. “Jesus,” you moan. Your voice is very husky and gruff; you no longer sound human. “This feels incredible!” Clothing
yourself feels wrong now, and you rend and shred your jeans and boots with growling fervor. Sandra does you the honor of removing your soaked panties, baring
your swelling vagina to the night air. A cascade of moonlight kisses it, bringing growling pleasure as growing fur replaces your pubic hair.
Sandra growls as she strokes your stomach, stimulating the two pairs of nipples that have budded below your expanding human breasts. You respond in kind as
she rests her head against your furry shoulder.
“Howl for me,” she snarls, stroking your completely gray mane. “Become for me.”