A Chance Encounter

Just a simple little werewolf TF I tossed together in fifteen minutes because why not?  Probably some mistakes in there.  I dunno.

Stumbling over to the bus stop, sweating.  Panting.  Touching the bandage where you'd been bitten the night before.  Grinding your aching teeth together.

She's sitting there, anxious, glancing up at you with a hand touching the mace inside her purse.  Full moon high overhead.  

Sounds are too loud.  The rush of animals in the park behind you.  Cars - their horns blaring inside your brain.  Conversations blocks away as clear as day.

Canine teeth cracking as they curve outward in your jaw.  Hair growing along the edge of your ears while cartilage shifts within, unfolding the rolled edges to flatten them and push them to points.  Gold lines in your brown eyes.

Rips in your shirt as muscles bulge, veins standing out.  Your nails folding, pinching the flesh beneath as they grow dense and lengthen over the tips of your fingers.  Tailbone cracking.  Your jeans tighten against you before the seams rip.  Your short tail pushes against the back of your underwear, curled until it lifts free.

She screams when you fall to your hands and knees before her.

Looking up at her with pure golden eyes, pleading for help.

Skin stitches your cock to your stomach, flowing to create your sheath as the flesh darkens on your shaft and the head strains into a dull point.  Twin lumps show low on your cock, swelling into your new knot as your cock taps against your belly button.

You grab her knee.  She pulls the mace and sprays.  You snarl, lashing and biting... and taste blood.  Hers.  Stumbling backwards, pawing at your face, thin padding forming on your palms.  Your shirt tears to show a powerful chest, skin hidden behind a spreading brown pelt.

She screams again and stands, hand to the bite wound.  Takes a step.  A second.  Falls.  

Pantings.

Growling.

"N- n- no," she gasps, sitting back and raising her hand, staring at the hairs growing from the backs of her fingers and the curves of her fingernails.  Lines of blood trace down her hand as her claws burrow deep to root themselves. 

She snarls, grabs the front of her blouse and tears, ripping it free, marking her skin with the sharpness of her claws.  Muscles flexing in her back with fur slowly spreading down her spine.

"Make- make it- st- nngh- hot- so hot-" she gasps. 

The bra strap groans as muscles tear and heal, over and over.  Her skirt breaks, showing panties pulled tight between her ass cheeks and pussy lips.  Swollen, puffy labia dotted by fur that spreads, covering her pussy and over to her inner thighs.

She arches her back, raising her ass.  Presenting herself as her tail tangles with her panties, lifting them until it slips free.  The bra finally snaps to show breasts covered with fur that nearly hides her erect nipples.  

Skin twists along her belly, pushing outward into two rows of teats with a soft spray of fur grown between them.

"Please-" she moans, raising her ass higher.  You go to her, sniffing and huffing until your broad nose hovers over her ass.

Drool drips from your tongue as you lick her, dragging the broad tip from her clit up to her pussy.  She shoves back into you and your tongue dips between her folds, tasting her.

Clawed hands grabbing her, shoving her down.  Going over her, red cock grinding against her pussy lips as they tremble and fill out, pink fading to black, swelling into a proper spade.  She snarls and whimpers and pushes against you, staring over her shoulder as her cheeks pop and her face lengthens slowly into a muzzle.

You mount your bitch properly, spreading her open.  Biting into her shoulder, licking fur and blood as you begin to thrust.  Her ass quakes against you when she shoves back and the tip of your massive cock brushes her cervix, drawing a pained snarl.  

Rutting like the animals you are beneath the full moon, pounding as the park grows silent.  Fearful.  

You howl, shaking as you shove deep and cum inside of her and she tears at the ground, clenching around your pulsing cock.  Pushed over the edge and joining your howl.  Her spasming pussy opens, taking your knot and she collapses from it.  Locked together.  Panting until she lifts her ass and rocks back into you, needing more.