Apology Illustration: Taken

Welcome. $2 tiers, to your illustration !  And the others but you already get to see these.  This one comes courtesy of bldsuckr on Fur Affinity!  If this is your first time with these, read the following "caption" because I take the time to write a new version of the scene to go with the resulting image.  Enjoy!

It's Tyler.  Remember?

I stare at my phone before sighing and rubbing my forehead.  Despite all of the phone contacts I've kept from failed Tinder dates, I only know one Tyler.  And she's definitely not from one of my TInder dates.  Or any other dates.  No, she is not.

As if to refresh my memory, she sends a picture of herself in bed, sitting back with a pillow against her belly and her bare legs crossed.  Despite my misgivings of the situation, I can't help but stare a bit.  Maybe it's because I've had a long dry spell but she's very pretty and, despite the coy nature of the position, she exudes... something.

My eyes roam her body.  She's sweating lightly and I wonder if they don't run their A/C in order to save money.  Her wavy red hair pools against her shoulders and pillow.  She's holding back a smile, keeping her thick lips closed.  The pillow crushes her chest, pushing her breasts up and-

Skipping, skipping.  

Her nails are dark.  Black.  Clenched into the pillow.  I don't remember her wearing black nail polish but I haven't seen her that much so maybe it's a thing she does.  Looks like she needs to shave her legs but I'm a modern guy.  I don't care.

Ugh.  What the hell.  It doesn't matter.  None of it matters.  I'm not dating her.  She can do whatever she wants with self care.  Or not.  It doesn't matter.

Finished it wanted you to see, she writes.

Finished what?  I wait for a second and then shrug and put my phone down.  It buzzes again over five minutes later. 

This selfie is a close up of her face.  She's pulling back the hair from the left side of her face to show her ear.  The skin is thick and dotted with auburn fur.  I can't even see the glue or whatever cosplayers use to stick on the fur.  It looks surprisingly good.  She's added to the ear, lengthened it and it sticks away from her face like an arrowhead.  Wisps of fur cover the inside.  With her hand against her face, I can see now that it's not black nail polish but press-on claws of some kind.

She's trying to smile.  Awkwardly.  Showing her prosthetic teeth.  Or tooth.  Her left canine and the... the... I don't know what the other one is called.  Next to it.  They're sharp and long and it doesn't look like she can close her mouth all the way.  The bit of drool on her lips shows I'm right.  

The skin on the bridge of her nose is wrinkled, pinched in the center and the very tip of her nose is dusted light gray.

Stubble covers her jaw in sporadic little clumps.

I guess she's sending a series to show her work.  She has to have taken them earlier because no way she does all of this that fast, unless she's a genius at it.

After sending a little text showing my admiration for her work, I mention that I need to get back to work so I put my phone away again and take a minute to remember where I was in my code and what the hell I was-

Another text.

More of her body.  

Uh. 

She's sitting at the edge of the bed holding her phone out at arm's length.  The pillow is gone.  Her shirt is really small.  Her breasts have molded the fabric to her body and it's darker in patches where she's sweating, under her tits mostly but in the middle as well.

Her nipples.

Jesus, her nipples are hard and pressing out.  I feel myself grow hard and guilt begins to bloom within.  More stubble of hair covers her belly and side and I can see dark lines where she's started to draw in muscles on her pale, bare, delicious, mostly smooth, sexy stomach.  Goddamn.  It has been far too long.  I have to shut this down.

Worse, though.  She's wearing gray boy shorts with the white strings tied low on her stomach.  Glued on fur lines the top of the short and up in a little triangle.

She's almost showing her crotch but the angle is all wrong.  I reflexively look down, which is stupid - like leaning when playing a racing video game.  The photo isn't going to scroll down any further, despite what I want.

Her nose is black now and she's added more hair to her face so it's not just stubble.  And I guess she wasn't done with her ears because they're both long enough that her hair no longer covers them.  

Hey, wow, that's amazing, I text after staring far too long.  I squeeze my eyes shut with a heavy sigh before continuing.  But I think it's a little risqué.  I don't think it's proper-

My phone vibrates before I can finish the text.  Another picture.  She's set the phone down and it shows her standing before her bed.  She's got her hands at her sides, the press-on claws digging into her skin with her thumbs hooked into her shorts.

Fur lines her body.  I can't stop staring at her tits.  She's added fur between them for some reason and it shows in a small lump beneath her shirt.  I can almost see more trailing down.

Loikje itt?. She texts.  Her nails must be messing with her touch typing.

Her crotch, though.  My hand grips my cock as I stare.  Like her breasts, her shorts puff out around fur that she's added to her pubic area.  

Is this a fetish thing for her, too?  Does she get off on dressing up?  Or is she just going way over the top for me?

I don't want to stop her but I really really need to stop her because she's got the wrong idea.  But, fuck sake, I don't want to stop her.  She's got an amazing body.  Her shorts hide nothing and her hips curve above them, covered in sweat-soaked fur.  The effect is amazing and incredibly hot.  

She looks bestial and she owns it.  I can see it in her expression.  Her smile looks fake but not awkward. No.  Like she's hiding a snarl or a growl but forcing the smile instead.

Fuck.  The shorts are digging into her pussy.  Tight enough that I can see her fucking labia. They're swollen and pulling the shorts deep in between.  Is it the lighting or are they darker gray around her pussy?

I squeeze my cock painfully hard and wipe out my text to retype.

It's really great but I think you're showing too much and it's not proper.

I hit send before I can stop myself.

Another picture.

Shiiiiiit.

She's standing close to the camera and pulling down the front of her shorts so the angle is looking up at her.

My eyes zero in to see the bushy fur she's added to her mound.  She's added to it vertically but it  mostly spreads out and down to cover her pussy.

I can- I can see pink flesh glistening just above the band of her shorts.  Just beneath the thick fur.  Her pussy- what did she do to it?  

Is this a furry thing?  It can't be.  Those are like big suits.  But- but she's obviously- did she add some sort of weird prosthetic in her shorts?  It looks like-

Fuck me, it looks like her pussy is-

The light in her room shines off her legs, below her shorts.  In lines.  She's wet and dripping.

My hand strokes my cock faster and I don't even notice.

The animalistic look is fierce in her eyes as she stares down at the camera, licking her lips with a surprisingly long tongue.  

She's pulling up her shirt with her other hand to show the fur beneath and-

I lean in but I guess I don't have to.  Her left nipple is showing.  She's showing it off.  Lifting her shirt to show it to me.  

Do loike it?  Hjot ssdo ghiy

That's all her sudden text says.  I frown at it but then scroll back to the picture.  Fuck.  How did she do that with her pussy?  I can only barely make out the folded tip underneath all that fur.  Just barely.  Soft and pink.  It looks like a wet clit.  That entire rounded tip looks like a glistening wet clit.

I have to tear my eyes away and I see that she's finished drawing in the muscles on her abs and she's done an amazing job with it.  I just- there's little dots along the wide of her body, just beneath her tits.  It's hard to make them out but I'm not sure what she's doing with them.  Unless they're moles but they're too regular.  

Her nipple pulls at my eyes until I feel the sight of her pussy dragging them down.

Jesus Fucking Christ.

I toss my phone aside, grab a tissue from beside the bed and lean back to masturbate furiously, continuing the daydream despite my guilt.

She'd be standing there in her costume, shoving her shorts down and touching herself.  I'd kiss her while grabbing her ass and she'd claw at my back, carefully so she doesn't pull the claws off.  The kiss would be weird because of her glued-on fangs but she'd be hot and wet and horny because of her fetish and turned on from making out while dressed like a slutty werewolf.  

I'd whisper in her ear.  "Growl for me." and she'd moan and make a cute little growl before grabbing my cock.

But I'd push her hand away.

"No," I'd tell her, holding her wrist in place while she licks her lips with that freaky tongue.  "On all fours.  Bitches go on all fours."

She'd soak her shorts from being called a bitch.  I don't know if she's shown anyone else her costume but it's my imagination and there, she hasn't.  I'm the first person to see it.

She goes to her hands and knees, spreading her legs and looking back at me.

"Mount me, master, please," she'd beg and then try to whimper.  It'd be like a cute little weird moan until she shrieks when I kneel behind her and enter her, hand on her ass but careful not to accidentally pull her fur off.

I cum quickly and lean back while tossing the tissue into the wastebasket beside the bed.  There's no more texts that night so I eventually get back to work.  It's a little hard to concentrate when all the little yappy dogs living in the apartment complex start to go nuts, barking over and over and I can even hear dogs around the neighborhood join in with distant howls.

When I finally go to sleep, I pull her pictures back up.  I don't immediately go to the end.  Instead, I start at the beginning, staring at her beauty.  She really is gorgeous.  And then slowly, I scroll to each picture, watching the progression.  I can't help but masturbate again but, this time, she really is a werewolf.

It's a weird scenario but still hot.