A simple fantasy

I know, I know.  I was going to pause April.  I changed my mind so I'll be posting stuff this month!  Including two gift stories, one of which (something I made for Arania) will be posted in 4 chapters this month!

This is a very simple narrative fantasy of what happens after being turned into a werewolf while howling for the male to breed you...

Imagine, then, how it would feel to be a werewolf properly.  Two weeks past the full moon.  A thick line of curly fur down your spine. Dragging against the back of your shirt every time you move.  Having to arrange your hair and grow it out in order to cover the fur on your nape, grateful that you can do that now and you don't have to spend your morning awkwardly shaving your neck.

After going through a few trimmers, you finally settled on a powerful beard trimmer to run over your shoulders in the morning, when you decide to wear something that shows them off. Part of you wonders, idly, whether you should buy proper shears for your stomach.

Before you start your daily ritual, you like to stare at yourself in the mirror.  To stare at your changes.  Running your fingers through your proper fur.  Stroking the scattered hairs along your smooth, sensitive shoulders.  Gently tugging on the long, soft strands.  Imagining a lover's touch - a lover's breath stirring them as he mounts you.

You briefly used a long-armed razor for your back but, only once.  It barely made a dent in your ever present ruff.  And, you admit to yourself, you love the feeling of it there, always reminding you of what you are.

And your tail.  Taped down between your ass cheeks.  You bite the inside of your lip every time it moves when your attention wanders.  Stroking your asshole and pussy with the scraggly fur covering its segmented length.  Adjusting yourself when it settles uncomfortably between your pussy lips and thighs.

Typing carefully so your short claws don't rip the keys from your keyboard when you sit at your desk to work.  You keep a pair of dog nail trimmers in your purse, to use throughout the day since they never stop growing until they're sharp, pointed black claws.   As if your body knows.  As if it refuses to let you forget.  You lie to everyone that notices they're completely black and say you use nail polish on them while hiding your nails behind your back.  Flushed and warm at the idea of being caught.

With a quick glance around you, you reach up to make sure your pointed, furry ears are still tucked in your hat, well, beanie today. And then you scratch them and moan and bow your head.

You've stopped wearing pants, instead preferring loose skirts.  Months after your first transformation, your spade never went away.  Now, it settles between your outer labia until you're aroused and the blood flow pushes it out.  Even in the very, very few times your hormones and heat don't leave you panting to be filled, your spade is a visible outline on most pants, leaving you with few options.

Your broad tongue rubs against your short fangs.  It took a long time to recondition yourself to hide them when speaking and smiling but it was better than trying to explain them if someone were to comment on them.

A sharp, quick tickling sensation swirls in your belly and you smile and lean back while raising your hand.  The faint gray outline of your paw pad caresses your loose blouse, in between your teats and the nipple guards covering them.  You press, lightly, and feel your two pups squirming within the curve of your pregnant belly.  When you rub the taut skin, the fur spreading up from  your mound to your neck - something else you have to trim daily and it still grows back hours later - rasps against the fabric.

Your babies settle after a few minutes and you lick your lips.  Standing with your hand against your lower back and pulling yourself up.  Grabbing your purse and semi-waddling to the bathroom while a few women send knowing, sympathetic looks your way, assuming an overactive bladder.

You close the door and sit on the toilet lid, leaning back while raising your skirt.  Clawing at the fur high on your thigh before reaching into your purse to grab your dildo.  It's your third time today and you expect two more as you pant and stare at the tip of the phallus when it spreads your tight, black, folded lips apart.  Cum immediately dribbles down to the floor and you snarl while pushing harder.

You grab your tit, finding your nipple and pulling.  Pinching.  Expressing milk as you thrust the dildo in and out.  Whining when you push all the way to the fake knot at the base. Staring at it.  At your dream made reality when you see your swollen, glistening, velvet spade wrapped around the shaft of the fake werewolf's cock.  Growling. Pushing.  Pulling.  Cum dribbling to the floor.  Faster and faster until your jaw snaps shut and you lift your head, raising your hand to your mouth to muffle your howl.  Your clenching pussy pops the dildo free and you nearly drop it while drumming your heels on the tile.

Panting, with your tongue lolling against your cheek, you relax on the waves of your orgasm, knowing you'll have to wipe the floor and spray deodorizer before you leave.

You raise your phone, opening your messages to tap the first conversation in your list.  You've been chatting with Jennifer for a few weeks and it's getting harder and harder to justify only having simple coffee dates.  You type out a message slowly, mindful of your claws:  Hey.  Vampires or werewolves?  If you had to have sex with one of them, which would you pick?

Waiting.  Waiting.  Waiting.

Werewolves hands down, comes the reply and you relax briefly.  Can you imagine what they could do with their tongues?  Why?  Oh.  And their claws and teeth. Woooo boy.

Well, you type.  I just thought maybe we could move to the next step.  Dinner at my place?  I make a mean steak.

The person I wrote this for made an epilogue that cracked me up:  I'm imagining Jennifer showing up to her house and she's just like "👉👈 hope you're ok if I look a little weird" and she takes off her clothes and just splays out on the bed like a dog asking for belly rubs x3