February Illustration

The winning illustration is from Ensnared and drawn by the fantastic Noegenhed (https://twitter.com/noegenhed).  I hope y'all enjoy it, especially with the added dialogue bubbles :)

A flutter twisted behind the swell of Abigail's pregnant belly.  She caught the slight movement in her peripheral vision and looked down while touching her stomach.  It wasn't the first time it had happened, but it startled her every time.  Sometimes she thought it was gas - and it turned out to be that - but, other times there was a unique sensation of something twisting or pulling or turning within.

She raised her shirt, sighing as it slid over her belly, while pushing down on the broad band of the sweats she wore.  Her furred, short tail lifted immediately.  She could feel the wrenching muscles twisting as it wiggled behind her, flexing back and forth to wag as if showing its enthusiasm after being freed.

Her teats were swollen.  Abigail stared down at them.  The lowest row held her sweats in place beneath the bottom curve of her belly.  When her teats were first pointed out to her, they were nothing more than nipples running along her flat stomach.  No areola and barely more than half as big as the nipples on her breasts.

Abigail raised her hands to caress her tits, massaging them carefully.  They were bigger.  Heavier with a faint soreness.  White fur radiated away from her wide, puffy areola in streaks that reached for her chest.  She touched the tip of her dense nail to a cluster of the hairs, tracing them until she spied thin blue veins beneath her skin.  Their tines shot out like lightning before fading to nothing.

Weight pulled against her back, heavy around her shoulder blades but her belly was heavier and her lower back ached from it.  Her teats, already filling with milk, added to the weight of the babies growing within.

Her claw slid around to her sternum and she moaned when the fur scattered over her arms caressed her breasts.  The thick tufts on her elbows tickled her sides like a delightful feather, causing her to bite her lip with sharp little fangs.

The near constant arousal waxing and waning throughout her body raised its sleepy head with a cracking yawn that made her knees weak.  Her thighs pressed together beneath her sweats and she could feel the slow building heat beginning to pulse from her reshaped pussy.

Since she'd been - she hadn't settled on how she wanted to think of it and hated that 'infected' was the first thing that came to mind - infected, her already high sex drive had kicked into overdrive, leaving her needing it even more than before.  It threatened to distract her from everything, turning itself into a nuisance, but she couldn't help herself and often found herself triggering the heat on purpose.

She clenched the muscles and groaned while leaning back to stare at the puffy bulge of her reshaped pussy, clearly outlined by her panties and sweats with a wet spot already forming where the folds touched together.

The idea of it drove her wild.  Literally.  The idea that there was something else inside of her.  Driving her.  Strange bestial instincts that were completely alien to her.  Rewriting her on a base level.  Merging her with the beast.  Leaving her nothing more than an animal in heat.  And so she called it what it was - the heat.

Like a bitch.  Unable to resist her fiancé's cock.  The urge worsened the longer she went without it.  Fingers did nothing.  Her dildos paled in comparison.  It was a mental block, requiring her mate to take her, pounding into her.

Abigail growled quietly and shivered when she realized what she'd done.  She clenched the muscles within her pussy and the wet spot widened.

Her behavior changed when it came over her.  She found herself growing more aggressive.  Rougher.  Less human.  Growling and snarling, grinding her teeth while rubbing herself on her blankets and anything else she had nearby.  Hunting down her fiancé with her increasingly sensitive nose wherever he was hiding in their house.  Pushing him away from his work without a care for what he was doing or pulling down his shorts to suck his cock while he played his video game and her finger stroked her folded pussy lips.  Until he lost his concentration and her scent drove him crazy.  Pounding into her while she bowed on all fours, screaming and snarling.

Muscles rippled low in her back.  Her asshole tightened when her tail lifted, pulling at the flesh while she clenched again.  Sometimes, when it was bad enough and James wasn't home, she could give herself small orgasms without even touching herself.  She would just lay back with her arms against her breasts, clawing at her thighs, imagining it was James.  Changed.  Into a werewolf.  Her fur brushing against her body was his in her fantasy.  She would tighten the muscles over and over and over again until she gasped from the orgasm.  And her hands would slide over, one gripping a full teat while the other forced itself in between the folds, clawing gently at the soft muscles within.  The slight pain of her bent nails only heightened the illusion.

Abigail raised her hands to her hair, dragging her fingers against her temples.  Against her ears.  She pinched her fingers, massaging them to their furred tips as the ends of her hair swept along her back, tangling with the short mane of brown fur that covered her nape and down between her shoulder blades.  A soft growl escaped her lips.

She reached, pulling her shirt free before dropping it to the ground.  Her thumbs hooked into the waistband of her sweats and she wiggled while her tail wagged, pulling her panties and sweats down until she could step out of them.

Naked.

More and more she found herself enjoying the feel of it.  She found herself curling up on the floor with their curtains open, napping in the sunlight.  It warmed her fur and she loved the way it felt on her body.

Abigail moaned.  She leaned back against her dresser with her hands on her belly.  Her fingers circled her lowest teats, caressing the white hairs growing around the swollen nipples.  Growling quietly once more as she pinched and pulled.  Skin rasping against fur with the ends tickling her flesh to send shivers up her spine.  Her tail curled and she smiled, with her eyes closed, before creases appeared on her brow.

The woman's nose, nostrils ringed by faint black cracks, widened when she inhaled.  Her trembling groan rose in volume when she slid her right hand down to her pussy.  The bulging folded lips barely fit into her palm.  She squeezed and her eyes flew open as she snatched her left hand away from her teat to grip the edge of the dresser in order to support her suddenly weak legs.

Her pussy lips were slightly open and soaked.  Her palm smeared her cum until she brought it up to her mouth, huffing as she smelled herself.  A low, slow groan issued from her lips when she opened them to let her tongue out to slowly lick herself clean.

Finally, she took a step, hands against her side.  Her heavy breasts swayed and her teats jiggled as she walked into the hallway and beyond.

"I can smell you," James said loudly, beyond her eyesight.  "And hear you.  I know what you've- oh fuck."

His eyes widened when he saw her walk in.

The pronounced swell of her pussy brushed against her thicker thighs and cum tangled with the hairs strewn over her skin.  Her tail, hidden from his view, swished behind her.  Aggressive.  As if she were stalking him.

She stared at him, ensuring she had his eyes before licking her lips slowly and raising her engorged breasts with her feet planted wide.  The thick fur covering her armpits wafted her heady scent over to him, mixing with the alluring smell of her heat.

With his eyes sweeping over every inch of her body, she lowered herself until her knees touched the ground and her ass compressed against her heels.  James gripped his cock and Abigail moaned when she spied the growing bulge of his erection.  Drool filled her mouth until she swallowed it.  She growled and he jerked in response, stroking himself while staring between her thighs.

"Do you want me?" she asked, her voice low and seductive.

"Always," he gasped.

She bent forward until her enormous breasts dangled beneath her, swinging forward while her teats quivered.

"Oh, fuck, babe," James growled.  He unzipped himself and Abigail's lips trembled in response.  Flashing her fangs.

Slowly.  Teasing.  She turned while going down to her forearms and hands. She raised her ass.  Presenting herself.

"Do you want to mount me?" she asked and the word alone nearly made her gasp.

"Say- say that again," James growled dangerously.

She hadn't said it before.  Not out loud.  She'd read stories and looked things up in her search for werewolf lore, eventually turning to erotica that left her with endless orgasms.  The words burned in her mind and she'd planned to use them on her fiancé when the time was right.

"I said - do you want to mount me?  Your mate?" she asked while swaying her ass back and forth.

He snarled and tore at his shirt, clawing hard enough with his nails to almost break skin.  His open jeans barely clung to his body.

"You shouldn't- you shouldn't-" he gasped.  Panting.  Staring.

She moaned at the sight of his thick cock bobbing before him and she pictured it in her mind.  Changed.  Red and thick and bulbous.  Her tongue nearly reached her nose when she swallowed her drool and licked her lips.

"Do you want to knot me?" she asked, her voice a breathy, husky rumbling.

He fell to all fours - her human fiancé - and he crawled to her while snarling.

"Pounding into me?" she gasped, trembling with the need to touch herself.  "Feeling it inflating?  Spreading me open with every- ohhhhhhhHHhhhHHHH every thrust?"

His face shoved against her swollen pussy and Abigail screamed while pushing back.  His left arm wrapped around her thigh while his right reached for her short tail, gripping the base hard enough to hurt.  It only made her scream louder as he opened his mouth to take her pussy.  Sucking and biting and licking.  Frantic.  Losing himself despite the lack of a full moon.  Driven into a frenzy by her words alone.

"Yes yes yes yes OH GOD YES OH FUCK JAMES FUCK ME! HAAAAHN!!" she screamed, bucking from an orgasm.  Her voice dropped to a whining whimper.  "Mount me mount me mount me I need your cock inside of me.  Knot me.  Locked inside of me filling me with cum breed me!  BREED ME!  Fucking BREED ME!  Until I'm leaking from your cum!  Pounding me hard enough to make my milky teats spray my-"

His teeth bit into her ass and he clenched his fist around her tail.  He marked her with his bite before pulling back to smear his face against her pussy.  Her words cut off as she howled from another orgasm.

James reared back and then fell, immediately biting into her shoulder.  She raised it up to him and gasped from the pain radiating away from the bite while his cock pressed against her pussy and asshole.  She whimpered and thrust back, begging for him to fill her but he snarled and bit harder while thrusting.  Like an animal.  It only served to drive her more wild.

Abigail reached beneath her.  The fur covering her arm brushed against her teats as she grabbed his cock to guide him into her.

Once more she howled when he spread her open.  His lips vibrated on her shoulder and drool slid down to her arm.  He growled as he breathed but thrust immediately, sending a shockwave that rippled through the curve of her pregnant belly as well as her teats and breasts.

There was no lovemaking.  They rutted like beasts.  His arm reached beneath her, wrapping to grip and pinch and pull at her teats until milk welled and fell, dripping to the ground.  She screamed and fell to the floor, cushioned by her breasts when a powerful orgasm erupted within.

And still James pounded.  Each thrust flattened her puffy, engorged, folded pussy lips against his crotch, grinding her clit against his belly and up into his cock, leaving her gasping for air.  She licked at the fur on her wrist and bit into her arm, overwhelmed by the sensation of her husband slamming into her.

It wasn't difficult to imagine him changed beneath the moon and it triggered something in her.  She raised her head into a pure, perfect howl.  James tried to join in but his human throat failed him.  Abigail pulsed from yet another enormous orgasm and her clenching pussy drove her fiancé over the limit.  He snarled and reared back, going to his knees to grip her ass.

The man dug his nails into her flesh as he filled her.  He stared at her ass and her swollen pussy, hissing as his cock swelled again and again until her tight pussy forced the cum out and down, sliding over the pronounced curve of her belly and around to her teat.

"Like that like that like that," Abigail panted, lowering herself to lay her cheek to the floor.  "Locked together.  Mates.  Locked together."

He bent, going to all fours once more to nibble the very tip of her furry ear before licking her cheek.

"Soon," he growled.  "Soon."

He would show her at the next full moon and they would be joined as one.