Breeding

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The television - a recent splurge of an upgrade to an OLED model - paints the dark living room in shifting multicolored lights that are occasionally interrupted by near perfect darkness in between scenes.

Ben has his left arm around me, heavy and strong, while I rest my head just beneath his shoulders.  My favorite position.  I can hear his heartbeat.  Steady.  Powerful.  Normally when I'm held tight with the sound of his rushing heartbeat filling my ears, I'll find myself dozing off.  Especially with the latest superhero episode playing on the TV.  I like the shows well enough but not enough to follow as intently as Ben does.

It's an hour before bedtime after a long day at work, I'm beneath the covers and I'm cuddled up with my husband, but I can't seem to relax.  I can't even remember what's happened in the show despite staring at the screen for the past ten minutes.

I feel restless.  It started yesterday and I barely slept because of it.  I assumed, wrongly, that getting 3 hours of sleep would mean I'd pass out as soon as I was home.  I assumed that the energy I felt this morning was the result of my body's frantic attempt to keep me awake during work and it would fade throughout the day until I was left snoring on the bus on my way home.  Instead, it continued and I had trouble staying still.  Every excuse to stand up at my desk had me up instantly and on my feet.  I even took a walk on my lunch break.

It was unlike anything I've felt before.  Like- like I could feel my blood flowing throughout my body.  Only not just the ebb and flow through arteries and veins.  I swear I could feel the rush through the web-like branching capillaries touching every inch of my body until my skin was crawling from it.  Shivering with goosebumps and scratching myself like a junkie needing her fix.  Bouncing around or stepping in place or walking back and forth.  I can't imagine what my coworkers must've thought.

The hyper awareness of my own body was unsettling.  Is unsettling because, even now, I can feel... things. I don't know.  My own joints are throbbing, not with pain but warmth and- and- and- readiness is all I can think to call it.  Like I should be moving or just prepared to move.  As if something were coming.  Something beyond my senses that has me on edge.

I snuggle closer, burrowing into Ben's armpit with my eyes closed.  I can feel his large hand slide up my side.  God.  God!  I'm just- God!  His touch feels good against my skin.  The increased awareness extends to a heightened sensitivity.  My husband's touch- just the simple motion of him bringing his hand up to stroke my hair- feels like fingernails being dragged over my spine after multiple consecutive orgasms.

He sits there, next to me, with his fingers working against my scalp and I'm melting from his touch.  Grinding my teeth to keep from mewling with sudden need.  His smell isn't helping.  Deodorant and a hint of aftershave but also faint sweat and dirt and the unique scent that is just him.

With my eyes closed, I float in darkness, tethered to reality by the taut strings cast by the nerves practically vibrating just beneath my skin.

Until I can't take it.  Pulling away and swinging my leg over to straddle him with the blanket falling away to gather just above his knees. Gripping the back of his head, pressing my tits against his lips, grinding grinding grinding my clit against his cock.  It's turned to the side but I can still feel the base and he's already getting bigger.

"Uh, Kel?  It's not- it's a safe time, isn't it?" he says but he reaches up to grab my ass and I raise my head to hiss when his rough fingers knead my flesh.

"I don't care," I groan, stopping with all the willpower I can muster in order to lift my hips and slip a hand into his pajamas to adjust him until his cock is vertical.  The tip rests against his bare belly, just beyond the waistband.  I moan and shudder when I push down, flexing my ass back while lifting my shirt with one hand to press a bare pink nipple against his lips.  "I don't care.  Just fuck me."

Safe days.  We've been trying to get pregnant since before we married over three years ago. The doctors are mystified by his inability to knock me up.  I'm fertile and he's- the doctor said, in a very professional way, that he's not sure how I'm not pregnant just from being in the same room as my husband.  Lots of healthy little swimmers.  Tons, really.  Tons.  I'm very aware of that part, truly.  It's rough giving him a blowjob if we haven't fucked in more than half a day.

I try not to think that it's my fault and the doctors couldn't find anything unusual, but I've always had a slower libido, especially compared to my husband.  We've adjusted and I've tried to work on it, but actually trying to get pregnant has made the act weirdly clinical and that kinda dampens it further for me.  Making love to my wonderful husband shouldn't be a chore.

Thankfully, with the newest treatment we're trying, I haven't felt like that.  We still have a schedule, but I warm up quickly when he initiates and I really get into it, forgetting that we're trying to get pregnant and just enjoying the process for what it is.

His teeth close around my nipples, pulling me back to the present.  A brief flash of pain - more like a little dagger of pleasure, really, and then his tongue works, swirling and licking until I harden in his mouth.  And, speaking of hard...

I lift once more while reaching down to push his pajamas away and I brush his fingers briefly when he helps.  His freed cock smacks up into me, eliciting a gasp of surprise before I moan and lick my lips and wrap my fingers around his girth.  His hands grip my waist, holding me in place when I pull at the seat of my shorts and panties.

Jesus.  I'm already wet.  My swollen labia hold my panties in place to the side while I lower myself slowly.  The head of his cock compresses against my pussy for one brief, glorious moment.  I can feel my clit against him before he spreads me open and I moan, stretching the sound out as he stretches me out until I'm all the way down.  I bow, resting my forehead against his while catching my breath.  It seems impossible.  I inhale but muscles tighten beneath my chest, constricting until I'm forced to exhale over and over, leaving me panting as I raise myself, tight pink lips stretching out around his cock while his head rubs every little inch of my pussy.

His groans, roughly and his hands shake when he lowers them to my ass, slipping them beneath my shorts and panties until he's touching bare skin.  It feels like he's shaking, but I can barely tell as I'm focused entirely on the way he's completely filling me up.

"God, I love your diiiiiiick," I moan when I shove down onto him.

"You're so fucking tight," he tells me and his voice is as rough as his hands spreading my ass cheeks.

"You gonna cum in me?" I ask him, my voice wavering into something almost resembling a whine.  "You gonna fill my tight little pussy full of cum?"

"Yes," he says, sharply.  Hard.  As if he's angry.

I'm moving faster now.  Leaning into him while slapping my ass down against him.  He shoves up in time until pain begins to mix in with the pleasure.  He feels bigger inside of me.  It hurts but, Christ Almighty I can't get enough of it.

"You gonna use me?  Use me like a dirty whore?  Like your dirty little whore?" I ask him, whispering with my cheek against his and my lips next to his ear.  Hot breath puffing until his ear twitches.

"Gonna.  Gonna.  Gonna breed you," he says, nearly growling and his nails bit into my ass, forcing me to cry out.  Pain.  Pain isn't usually my thing, but here, now, I'm into it.  I want it.  I want him to treat me rough.  I want him to use me.  To dominate me.

His words burn like an iron brand pressing into my brain. It's new.  The wording.  I like dirty talk a lot, but Ben struggles with it.    Sometimes I feel like he's holding himself back for some reason and I never understood why

"Gonna.  Gonna," he growls and his teeth bite into my shoulder hard enough that I feel his teeth crunching against tendons.  When he lets go, he licks my neck to the bottom of my chin.  "Gonna mount you and breed you like a bitch."

I don't.  I don't know why.  I don't know why, but the words and the teeth and the harsh growling edge of his voice push me over the line and I'm suddenly screaming from an orgasm that has me clutching his head tight against my chest.  Raising my head with my mouth open wide as my ass jerks erratically against his dick.

His nails claw my back and ass and he gets bigger than he already was.  Swelling inside of me.  Drilling me with his cum and sending me into aftershocks.  My voice gives out.  I spasm while he holds me tight.  He seems endless.  Far more than usual even though we fucked before I left for work this morning.  I can feel it spurting around his cock and leaking down my thighs.  Warm and slick and wet.

The scent makes me groan and the sound vibrates briefly in my throat.

We lay together, covered in cum and sweat.  The show is forgotten.  Everything is forgotten.  I'm swimming in the release I've been seeking all day.  Nuzzling against him.

It only takes a few minutes before we go again and then twice more after that.

Only when I'm in the bathroom, standing in front of the mirror, do I feel the pain throbbing from my shoulder and back.  I touch two fingers to the side of my neck  and my eyes flutter at the memory of his teeth clenching against my skin.

I'm absolutely covered in cum and I know I should shower but something is stopping me.  Not something.  I know what it is.  If I shower, I clean myself off.  If I clean myself off, I won't smell like him.  The sudden image of rolling around in his clothes and his side of the bed fills my mind and I sigh with a shaky breath.  I'm needy tonight, I think.  Just this time, I'll let it go and bask in it.  Just tonight.  It'll be fine tonight.

After brushing my teeth, I pull the neck of my shirt to the side and frown, disappointed at the lack of a bruise.  Which, really, is dumb.  I'm not a teenager.

Once I'm in bed, I grab Ben and pull him against my back while curling into a little ball.  He envelops me with his chin lightly resting against my head.  Warmth and security with his scent surrounding me, I fall asleep.

I'm late to work in the morning.  I wake horny and aggressive and it only takes the kiss of my lips to his manhood to startle him awake.  When he's completely hard, I try to ride him but Ben twists me around to my stomach, lifting my hips to plunge his cock inside of me.  His teeth mark my other shoulder and I can't help but scream out 'harder!' when I feel him bite down.

I don't know what's come over me.  After he fills me the first time, I prod him to pull my hair.  And then scream at him to use me.  And then- since he said it the night before, I tell him to breed me.  I tell him I'm his bitch.  He roars.  I cum hard when he starts pounding into me with his hand around the back of my neck.  I know I'll be walking funny for a while, but I don't care.  I want it harder.  I'm relishing the roughness. How did I live without this in my sex life?

His nails rake my back and it pushes me over again.  The sting is immediate and sharp and I'm screaming again as I cum, pulsing around his twitching cock.

An hour passes until I stumble out of bed.  Sore.  Aching.  Exhausted but ready for more.  I almost call in sick to work, but we're short staffed so I have to go.  I check myself in the mirror and I'm honestly shocked when all I see are red raised lines on my back.  I was sure- sure I'd see broken skin.  And even now they're more pink than red.

We kiss at the door.  I grab him close, my own nails digging into his back while making a fist in his short brown hair.  Biting his lip and forcing my tongue into his mouth.  Gasping and moaning while shoving and grinding against his dick.

I'm panting when I break away and I wipe drool from my lips while we stare at each other.  I can see the naked hunger in his eyes and I can only assume mine are the same.

"I should-"

"Maybe we could-"

I swallow and turn, stepping into my heels while snatching my purse down from a hook on the wall.  My hands shake, causing me to fumble with the deadbolt.  I can feel him coming closer to me and I know I'll give in if he touches me.  When the door opens, I squeeze through and sit back against it after it closes.

It's funny but I swear I can smell him there behind the door.  I push away from the door and stumble before catching myself and walking away.  Putting distance between myself and Ben before I ran back to him.

With distance comes focus.  However, the restlessness is relentless.  His smell lingers on my clothes.  On my body.  I catch flashes of it that remind me of last night and this morning.  Or a twinge from my back and, mentally, I'm on my stomach with my ass raised and I whimper quietly at my desk while my knees tremble.  Every passing minute makes things worse.

God.  The way he handled me.  Shoving me down.  Biting into the back of my shoulder.  Clawing me.  It was raw and animalistic and pure.  I lost myself in it.  Gave myself completely over to the sensations and act without worrying about anything.  Or thinking about anything.

After a quick glance around, I pull my chair forward and raise my skirt, sliding it up to my thighs before reaching my right hand down.  I'm still sticky.  There wasn't much time to clean up.  Well.  I could've made time, but I left it.

I stroke myself while staring blankly at my screen.  Rubbing and swirling my clit, easing off to edge myself and then going again.  Cum leaks from my still wet pussy.  I wipe and growl, bringing my hand to my mouth to lick my fingers clean before shoving them back down to keep going.  Twitching in my chair with a little gasp.

"Breed me," I whisper in order to conjure the moment from this morning.  My eyelids flutter and I moan, louder than I should.

The visual is strong in my mind.  Naked.  Nearly feral.  Covered in scratches and cum.  Ben above me.  Fighting and twisting on the ground.  Biting and clawing.  Wrestling for dominance until he has me pinned and I lift my ass for him.  Trembling and ready for-

"Oh!" I gasp while bucking in my chair.  It squeaks and my cum dribbles from my pussy when the muscles clench.  I clean myself, hunching over in excitement to lick my palm with my tongue, base to the tips of my strangely swollen fingers.

The orgasm sends waves throughout my body and I sit, luxuriating in the feeling before grabbing my phone.  The shutter clicks a few times beneath my desk and I grin as I send pictures of my dripping pussy to Ben.  His reply a few minutes later is his hard cock with a string of precum dangling from the tip.  I growl and claw at my throat before racing to the bathroom to masturbate more freely.

On my knees, left hand against the wall, right between my legs and my skirt discarded on the floor.  Plunging fingers inside with my hand slapping my crotch.  The soft sound of the fan high above does nothing to muffle the sound, but I don't care.  After the first orgasm, I drop to one hand while spreading my thighs.  My back bows while on all fours.  Almost like this morning.

"Like a bitch," I groan.  And then growl when another finger joins the first two.  It's not enough.  It's not his cock.  "All fours like a bitch."

Hairs grow wild around my swollen, glistening labia, pushing through the flesh and curling as they lengthen.  Spreading to my thighs and up.  Soft golden hairs creeping over my perfectly smooth mound.

Another orgasm and I throw my head back in a silent howl.  Lips back.  Teeth bared.  Eyes wild.

With a snarl, I tear the seat of my panties and then break the band.  Hardened muscles line my forearms.  My shoulder blades flare above my back before flexing inward and outward.  Vertebrae push against my flesh.  Knots of bone visible as they're shoved aside by dense muscle growing beneath the skin.  My shirt tightens against my body to show the outline of my bra and the curves of my breasts.  Hardened nipples aching as they push into the fabric.

A puddle of my cum lies beneath me with errant drops joining those already covering the floor.  I growl, curling my fingers until my nails pull back slightly.

"Have to-  Have to-" I say, slamming my hand against the wall to steady myself as I stand.

My hand reaches for the door.  Something's wrong.  My brain is slow.  Filled with primal thoughts and the urge to mate.  I miss my skirt three times before I finally remember that I need to wear it before leaving.  I pull it on, but I only zip it a little bit, letting it hang down around my hips to show curly pubic hair that's still growing in a painfully slow peak.  Stubble is gathering above my visible ass crack.  I can feel the soft needles piercing my flesh and, when I open the door and step outside, I feel the click of my loose tailbone with every step.

I scent the air.  Yellow bangs curling over ice blue eyes cracked by golden lines.  The scents of my coworkers crisscross the office with fainter threads from others.  I leave, forgetting my purse as I push through the glass doors.  They bang loudly at the limit of their hinges.  The right door shatters while a large crack forms in the left.

Skin overflows my heels, ballooning over the sides while the faux leather strains to contain my feet.  Fatty tissue forms within the balls of my feet and beneath my toes.  Flesh swelling until my heels pop apart.  I kick back, flicking them off my feet until I'm walking on the leathery gray padding covering my feet.  With my heel raised, my knees bend and my calves lift and bulge as I walk to the bus stop.

Atrocious smells surround me.  Gas and oil and a million over chemicals filling the air until it's a hot spike being driven into the center of my forehead.  I sneeze, growl, and sneeze again while licking my lips.  My tongue flops, broad and thick, folding to touch my nose.

The furred skin above my ass throbs with hot pain.  Nerves connect with a sensation like hot needles being rammed into my spine as muscle sheathes new bones, pulling my unzipped skirt tight against my body.  Scattered hairs line the lumpy tip of my tail.

When the bus arrives, I pull the door open without waiting.  It groans and nearly snaps until I shove myself through.

"Oh, uh, you shouldn't- Ms. Miller, you shouldn't- oh, you need to pay-  Ms. Miller?" the bus driver, Frank, tries to say.

My mind is elsewhere.  Dreaming of being home as I walk barefoot on dark padding.  My skirt lifts when my tail continues to grow and it shows the naked, rounded skin of my ass.  The skin tightens and swells as muscles grow beneath flesh.  My skirt lifts completely until my thighs and pussy are bare.  A young man seated three seats in front catches a brief, wild glimpse before I sit down.

Black shadows appear beneath my nails.  I scratch my sides, digging my nails deep until they push back to show dark claws that tear my blouse.  A satisfied moan escapes my lips when I scratch myself hard enough to tear through my top and the band of my bra.  When I pull my hand away, long ragged strips show skin and blonde hairs.

I lean back in my seat while my tongue curls down to my chin.  Drool forms on the tip as I shove my hand through the dense, curly hair covering my pussy.  I don't even care when I cut myself with my new claws.  Swollen fingers press between slick pink lips and I growl with pleasure while finger-fucking myself.  My left hand squeezes against the plastic bar in front of me until it cracks and breaks.  When I grip the seat itself, I knead the fabric, easily tearing through to the metal backing and the bus is filled with the spine-tingling sound of scraping metal.

Hair touches my ears, causing them to twist in my place.  I shake my head but my blonde hair tickles my ears again and I snarl quietly, snatching my cum-soaked hand away to paw at my head.  The flesh within my ears stretches the edges as they expand.  Sharp tips pierce the silky blonde strands surrounding them while fine golden hairs grow from the backs of the elongated flesh.

I can smell him.

Ben.

I can smell him stronger now.

My brilliant eyes search the bus until I look outside the window to see familiar buildings that tickle my mind.  I stand as the bus slows.  It hisses and the doors open before I can reach for them to force them apart.

I drop down to all fours on the sidewalk, in full view of my neighbor on the left.  My tail curls as he watches, brow furrowed with a garden hose in his hand.  His eyes widen when he realizes I'm half naked.  The hose drops and he spins away towards his house.  Someone else says something behind me to a friend.  I can hear them clearly, but the words don't register.  Other voices murmur and someone laughs.

The curved, obsidian claws lining my toes scrape against the pavement when I stand and walk to my house.  Despite the eyes on me, I claw at my blouse, tearing the rest of it when I reach my door.  I fling it away with my already shredded bra before turning the door knob.  The lock breaks and I shove.  Muscles bulge in my bicep and forearm as the deadbolt bends.  I growl and push, breaking wood when I force the door open.

"Kel-  what the- Kelly?!" Ben gasps.

The door closes behind me but a bar of sunlight shows through when it bumps against the broken deadbolt.

"You- you- you- can't-" he stutters as I kneel and tear at his jeans.  "I've been so careful and it's not a full- Kel!  Kelly!  Look at- ohhhh god!"

My mouth shoves down on his cock while I stroke him and he growls and grips my hair.  My long ears bend down away from his hands.  There's pain from my nose and jaw but I growl and push through it as Ben grows hard.  My left hand grips his ass and I shove my face down until I nearly choke on him.  And then carefully forward until my nose touches his pubes.  My jaw pops, shoving it forward to touch his belly.  I pull my short muzzle back and look up at him.

Golden eyes look down at me.  His 5 o'clock stubble is thick brown fur and sharp teeth line his mouth.  His shirt is ripping around the sleeves and his chest to show bare skin covered in spreading fur.

"Hooowwwwrrrr?" he asks, his voice breaking into a growl.

I pull off and snarl and smile with awkward, thick lips on a face being pulled forward by invisible hands.  Tiny invisible fingers tugging and pulling and forcing my jaw out with painfully little popping sensations.  The bridge of my nose flattens while the tip, nostrils facing forward now, widens.

All day I've been waiting for it and, as fur breaks out over my body and my mind descends further, I'm not going to deny myself any longer.

My hands touch the ground.  I turn, bowing down while arching my back until my ass is raised.

"Br.  Eeed.  Meeeeee," I growl.  Words are impossible.  My tongue makes a circuit of my black lips before they tremble and lift to show teeth sliding against flesh, filling the gaps in my gums as they curl into deadly fangs.

Ben drops above me hard enough that the floor cracks.  He inhales, nose pressed against the curve of my neck and then I shiver when his tongue drags against my back, wetting the soft fur growing over my body.

The tip of his cock presses against the base of my tail while the shaft rubs against my pussy.  I bend, desperately trying to guide him into me until he raises his hips and we meet.

I howl with a high pitched scream as his cock tears me apart.  Cum dribbles down to the ground when the head opens me completely and my pink lips clench against him.  He shoves and I slam my shoulder up into him until he takes the hint. Teeth bite into my flesh while his tongue laps at the drops of blood that form.  My eyes roll back and I shiver but he's still pushing.

It's twisting within me.  The head is turning like a screw that drives me crazy as it rubs against me until the new pointed tip lances forward.  And it's still growing.  Thicker and thicker until I swear I'm going to rip in half.  I claw at the floor and howl again but no noise comes out.

I can't move.  His teeth clench tight and he's still pushing and I can't move.  When he pulls back, I shudder and almost collapse until he pushes forward again, growling as he once more shoves as deep as he can.

Small twin bumps rub against my pussy lips.  Just before he pulls back, I can feel them inflating.  When he pounds into me, they're even larger and I snarl when they slip inside.  Back once more and then forward and they catch outside my pussy, forcing me to move as he tries to knot me.  I can feel that slick, hot skin sliding against my wet lips as they continue to swell.  He pulls back and slams once more.  The furry skin of his sheath slaps against my clit.  And then again.  And again.

My lips stretch, pulling at the hood surrounding my swollen, protruding clit until it's hidden beneath thick flesh.  The pink pussy lips grow puffy while pushing outward.  Every time Ben slams into me, they jiggle a little until they begin to roll inward to leave me with a spade-like pink pussy nearly hidden beneath curly blonde fur coated in cum.

I shove back.  His teeth release me so he can lick my ears and I turn, wrapping my tongue briefly around his before licking the side of his face.

He's huge.  My massive brown wolf with beautiful golden eyes.  My mate.  Pounding into me.  Shoving me forward with every thrust while my claws gouge the floor.  His knot forcing me to open wider and wider with every motion.  My tail slams against his side and I snap at the air but shove backwards until he impales me.

Until he knots me.

My howl is pure this time. Ears flat, eyes closed, lips pursed into a circle.  Fur spreading over my cheeks and down to my chin and neck.  Ben growls and grunts and cums and my voice falters while my eyes fly open.

His cock grows large enough to cause pain and she shoves himself deeper, forcing the tip against my cervix.  He floods me with his cum and his knot traps all of it inside of me.  Fire burns through my brain and a roaring sound fills my ears.  I'm cumming as well, but it's unlike anything I've ever felt.  It's more powerful than anything I've ever felt.  Black sparks explode in my eyes.  He's grunting and thrusting.  Lost to his animalistic mating.  I try to respond and join but the sparks are spreading, consuming my vision until I see nothing and feel nothing.

I wake on my side, hours later.  Exhausted.  Naked.  A massive arm crosses over my chest and down to my stomach, toying with my nipples.

No.  No, that can't be right.  The hand is on my stomach.  But, the sensation is exactly the same.  A sharp, twisting little spike of pleasure that courses up and down my core.

"Ben," I croak, as if I haven't spoken in years.

There are patches of fur on the arm holding me.  I gasp and shove and roll away.

A monster stares back at me with Ben's face.  Claws and fur and muscles I've only ever seen in weightlifting competitions.  Even his face is stretched out, but, as I watch, it shrinks as if being compressed.  My eyes stray down to his belly to see a thick brown sheath of fur with a red tip pressing against the small opening.

I start to scream until I see my feet in the corner of my vision.  And the claws on the tips of my toes.  The scattered long fur covering my thighs.  Fur over my mound, reaching up to my belly button.

Tiny nipples on my belly.  I can see the fur receding, but I can't stop staring at the nipples as they twist and flatten against my body.  Stretching until they merge with the surrounding skin.  I hiss when I feel pinching pain beneath them.  Hairs dragged against my ass.  I gasp and twist and reach back to grip my tail while it tries to pull away from me.

"It's okay," Ben growls, his voice low and rough.  "It's okay.  Just breathe.  Just breathe.  It's going away."

I turn back to him.  His face is almost normal now and, dammit, I can't stop looking down at his dick again.  The smell is drilling into my brain hard enough that I growl and then moan with need.  Skin shrinks and his dick slides from the sheath.  The red coloring fades to pink while the pointed tip pulls down into the flared head I'm used to seeing.  I can see the knot at the base of his dick when his sheath shrivels to nothing and I can't help but slip my hand between my thighs while pressing my legs together.

Cum covers my receding fur and I feel more leaking when I move.

"I've always been careful," Ben says while staring at me.  "Controlling myself.  Being extra careful around the full moon.  I- I hoped that in time I- I could share this with you.  If you wanted it.  I don't know what happened.  I don't know how you changed.  I never turned in front of you.  It's impossible.  I'm- I'm really sorry.  I just-  I don't know how-"

We talk.  And talk.  And talk.  There's some anger from my side and lots of questions, but I know my husband.  I know how gentle and caring and careful he is.  He explains how the infection can be spread and it makes me think back to all the times when I thought he was being weird and obnoxiously careful around me.  Even last night and earlier this morning when he treated me roughly, he never broke skin.  I point out STDs, but he counters by asking me when I could ever remember, aside from this afternoon, being fucked by a werewolf.  It doesn't spread when he's human, he says.

But then it comes out and I'm angry again.  It's incredibly rare for werewolves to have children together but impossible  for a werewolf and human to get pregnant.  That sparks more anger than my apparent infection.  The entire time we'd spent going to the doctor wondering what was wrong, pulling our hair out and he knew what the issue was.  He-

I raise my hand and tell him to shut up.  He looks angry for a moment, but I scramble up and look for the card I'd saved from the last fertility treatment.  I find it in a little box in our bedroom.

L-Stim.  I read the names and phone number and then flip it to see a small word embossed in the corner.  "LunarStim."

"Son of a-" I whisper.

I'd had the shot a week ago which coincides with when I started to feel distracted and horny as hell.  We call the number and I leave a shaky message asking for them to call me back.  And then I call the next day.  And the next.  And the day after that.  There is no website.  I have no other method of contact.  I try from different phones, but nothing connects.   I can't remember which doctor-

No.  It was a woman in the waiting room at the last fertility clinic I'd gone to.  She'd given me the card.  I called out of desperation and I met them in a small office building shortly after that.  When I dig through the history in my phone's mapping software, my heart sinks when I realize it doesn't go back far enough to show their address.

Six weeks later, I stumble out of bed and into the bathroom to puke in the toilet.  Ben follows after me to rub my back until it passes.

That afternoon, I find out I'm pregnant.  Ben stares at me, unsure of how I'll react.  Since that day over six weeks ago, I've been trying and failing to manage my transformation.  It's been getting worse and more frequent.  Strong emotions trigger it.  Arousal triggers it.  I'm fucked.

And still I can't stop from crying and grabbing Ben into a sobbing, shaking hug.

I'm pregnant.

The rest will pass.  It's manageable and I'm going to meet some more people in the incredibly small lycanthrope community.  He tells me that they'll fawn over me and treat me like a princess.  Our poor kid is going to be spoiled rotten, apparently.  There's only 8 other werewolves around us and there hasn't been a pregnancy among them in over fifty years.  At least not in our area.  I guess I don't have to work anymore if I don't want to.  Or Ben.  Or our child.  They have funds set up for whatever we need for the rest of our lives.

It's comforting in a way that'll probably take me a while to get used to.

But, tonight, we celebrate.  I kiss Ben and go to my tiptoes to growl in his ear.  I tell him I want him to knot me again.  While I'm human.  As long as I can hold out.  I've been dreaming of feeling it lately.  More and more.

I think I'll be just fine.