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Crushing on a Werewolf
🕑 Added 2022-02-14 22:04:04 +0000 UTCA sequel to Herm Werewolf Christmas Shopping! and Third Date with a Werewolf. Don’t worry, though, reading these stories out of order is totally fine. ^_^
Rose isn't having a good day. She's got to deal with a clever foe and a powerful beast dead set on making Rose its Valentine's dinner. But at least she has Jackie to come home to, that is, if she survives.
[I had so much fun writing the very close fight scene and the hot sex at the end. This series is a blast to write.]
Crushing on a Werewolf
by Zmeydros
(Edited by Tiliquain and Secretskunk)
The screen of my phone was too bright even on its dimmest setting. There was only one streetlight on this entire block of golf course-adjacent road. If someone were looking to get bitten by a vampire, all they'd have to do is walk a quarter mile westward down Airport Road and enter the first gated community they saw. Despite the glare from my phone screen, my enhanced night vision could make out sand traps, putting greens, and a distant shimmer of magic that looked like a fine web of white threads.
But I dared not investigate further until Sevka arrived. Instead, I was texting Jackie, "Sorry again that I had to bail in the middle of our Valentine's movie marathon."
She sent back, "If I'm gonna enjoy your werewolf awesomeness, I've gotta accept both the good and the bad it comes with."
"True, thanks for understanding." I heard Sevka's black SUV pulling up. "Sorry, gotta go, Sevka's here."
"TTYL! <3," she sent back before I put my phone away.
As Sevka got out of her SUV, her long coat dragged on the floor of her vehicle before falling gracefully to its full length. The claw scars on her face looked even more severe under the stark greenish-white light cast by the streetlight as she shut the door and walked up to me. Before she said a word, she pulled a modest stack of hundred-dollar bills out of her coat pocket and pressed the money into the palm of my hand.
As I gripped the bills, she took her hand away saying, "Sorry the payment was late. I wanna strangle some feds right now."
"That requires more paperwork than you want to do," I said, slipping the bills under the passenger's seat of my car.
"More than none?" She chuckled.
"Yep," I smirked.
"We better not give the vamps more time to set up defenses around whatever idiocy they're perpetrating," she said. "Just didn't want you to go into danger again without getting paid for your last job."
"I appreciate that, but I'd appreciate it more if you gave more details about what I'm dealing with this time," I said.
"All I know is magic activity was reported in the golf course near the mausoleum of the dragon that funded this whole water-sucking-boredom-field," she said. "Satellite only spotted one caster, likely vampire, and one other bogie that's larger than human sized. It's possible there's more, but there's not much cover on that golf course."
"That's all I needed. I got this," I said.
"Text me upon completion," she said.
"Yes, will do," I said as I grabbed a gym bag off the passenger's seat.
"May the moon protect you," she said, turning to walk to her black SUV.
As I took off my coat, blouse, socks, shoes, leggings, and panties, Sevka drove past, heading back toward the den. Now completely naked and freezing my ass off, I unzipped the gym bag and pulled out a sports bra and a pair of gym shorts that were over six sizes too big. Sevka turned the corner as I pulled out a jockstrap holding a huge protective cup. Then I tossed all my clothes into the gym bag and zipped it. Putting the bag in the car, I hit the button to lock the doors and then tossed my keys onto the seat before closing the door. I'd had a custom combination lock installed on my driver's side door specifically for my line of work. Having to keep track of my car keys while while I was half naked and furry was dumb.
Turning toward the golf course with those gym clothes dangling from my hands, I froze. A misty black cloud coalesced in front of me, soon forming into a four-legged form. Red eyes, a mane made of fire, and black fur came into being as if I was focusing an image. At first, I thought it was a nightmare: something I really didn't want to fight, but then I noticed pink roses braided into its tail and that the fire of its mane was a bit too purple to be actual fire. I almost laughed as I realized this apparition's identity.
The moment I saw its hooves form I said, "Out of the way, pooka!"
"Oh, so you know what I am?" the nightmarish horse said as they completely gave up on their attempt to look imposing.
"Your warning's going to fall on deaf ears, so don't even bother. I'm the amarok of my pack and I can deal with whatever's up ahead," I said.
"I'm not here to warn you, I'm here to give you a ride toward your target." They smiled a bit with their horse lips to try and disarm my suspicions about their intentions. It was adorable.
"No, if I get on your back, you're just going to take me far away from the danger you're here to warn me about. I know my fey, dear, now step aside," I said.
"Dang it! That almost always works!" They sighed. "But you're not telling the truth either. I've seen your pack's amarok in action and she's over seven feet tall. You're not an inch over five feet and there's no way your transformation goes that far." The pooka laughed.
"If you hadn't distracted me, you'd know I'm telling the truth," I said.
"Prove it," the pooka said.
"Hit me!" I said, baring my teeth.
"I'm trying to protect you. Why would I hit you?"
"Because you broke my concentration and that's the only way I'm gonna get my wolf to come out right now," I said.
"No, I will not hurt you," the pooka said.
"I said, hit me!" I dropped my gym stuff and ran up to the pooka, punching it right in the neck.
"That felt like you trying to swat a gnat. Go home."
It was so cold that I was now shivering. When I was this uncomfortable and not in danger, I only knew one way to get my wolf to come out. Turning away from the pooka, I teased a rock-hard nipple. Looking around to make absolutely sure no one else was watching, I cupped my pussy and started rubbing.
"What are you doing?"
"S-shut up!" I said, shivering as my pussy started to warm. Slipping an ice cold finger in, I moaned and bucked my hips. Warmth was finally making it out of my core.
"Are you--?" The pooka had a laughing fit. "Are you playing with yourself?"
Fury filled my veins as they laughed and mocked me. That fucking pooka! Making me embarrass myself like this. I wanted to punt them across the golf course, I wanted to grab their neck and--"GRRAAAH!" As I growled, my nose flattened and darkened, becoming canine as my jaws cracked. While my muzzle came in, my tail bone grew out, putting tension on my skin. White and gray fur came in on my growing tail as that tension got less uncomfortable. My clit pressed out farther and farther as white fur spread from my crotch down my thighs and up my belly. My gray stripes formed on my thighs as they bulked up and my bones started cracking.
Deep in my abdomen, testes swelled into being and split off from my ovaries before traveling down toward my groin, massaging my pussy in the process. My tits plumpened, filling my grasp as my clit got six inches long and a new clit budded from the base. Then a furry sac formed and I yelped as my balls dropped into it.
My back cracked as I reached six feet in height. As a furry sheath formed, my prick receded into it and my balls hung lower and lower. The situation wasn't especially arousing despite all the pleasure my transformation gave me.
Then, as my muscles bulked up under my fur and I got another growth spurt, I turned back to the pooka. "Do you believe me now?"
The pooka's red glowing eyes went wide and their horse ears folded down. But then the pooka turned into a black cloud of mist again and started collecting itself into a humanoid shape. My eyes widened as that shape looked more and more like me. By the time I was seven feet tall, I was looking at myself. Well, a slightly off version of myself. The gray stripes on their shoulders and thighs were too long, their balls were a bit smaller than mine, the white of their fur was too pink, and their hair was hanging too straight.
Just as I was about to say something, they grabbed one of their D-cup breasts and said, "How could you go fight with such a gorgeous body? I'd do anything to protect it." Their prick started coming out of sheath. "NGH!"
I felt warmth rush to my cock. It was like watching myself jack off in the mirror. "How can you call yourself a pooka when you can't even properly copy a form you're looking directly at?"
"That's just one of many things we can be good at. When's the last time you won a skateboarding championship?"
"When I was sixteen," I said.
"Okay, bad example, but you know what I mean." Their prick was still getting harder.
"How about you creepily jack off with my body while I go stop the evil bastard you're in the way of?" I grabbed my gym clothes and started walking toward them.
"I'm not going to jack off," they said, putting an arm out to block my path.
"Are you sure? Have you checked behind your balls to see if there's anything there to play with?" I asked.
"Why would there--" They reached behind their balls and then gasped and shivered. "Oh wow, we have both? This is incredible!" They moved the hand that was blocking me to their dick and started stroking, moaning loudly as they shoved fingers inside themself.
"Enjoy!" I said, dashing past them and toward my goal.
They were too busy to give chase, so I put on my huge protective cup, my stretchy gym shorts, and then my sports bra. Now able to run without everything bouncing wildly, I booked it toward the spellcaster.
The close-cut grass felt like an oddly rough carpet against my paw pads as I crossed a putting green and jumped over a sand trap. My claws tore up some turf when I dodged a tree, quickly coming up on the mausoleum. Sanding there with a spellbook under his arm, and a heavy metal pole in his right hand, was a short male vampire in a light blue frilly-sleeved shirt, red suspenders, and matching bowtie. The only reason I could see the color of his clothing was the bright white light being cast by the web of magic threads coming out of a stone tablet laying on the ground next to him. Bound by those threads was a copper-scaled wyvern, three times my size, which was staring directly at me. It was easy to tell a wyvern from a dragon because their form was more like that of a giant bat, having their wings as part of their forelimbs, and they had a stinger. Plus, they were only about as intelligent as an ornery cockatoo.
I ran at the vampire, wanting to free the poor wyvern as quickly as possible.
Holding the end of the pole above the stone tablet, the vampire said, "Stop, or you're going to have a very bad day."
"Oh? Worse than that wyvern?" I said, showing my teeth as I readied myself to lunge at him. I looked at the length of his pointy ears. He was pretty darn old and the older a vampire was, the more ferocious I wanted my first attack to be.
"This wyvern is your bad day," he said. "I picked her specifically because she has developed quite the taste for werewolf meat."
A chill ran down my spine as saliva dripped from the wyvern's maw. Its eyes were locked on me, like a cat about to pounce on a mouse. "So now what? We stand here awkwardly until you become morning barbecue?"
"Barbecue for breakfast? What are you, a harbinger of chaos?" He raised an eyebrow.
"Ash flakes don't make very good cereal," I said.
He laughed, his round face reminding me of my highschool civics teacher. "You know this from experience, I presume?"
I started to laugh and then I growled. "Hey! Stop trying to use your charisma to pave over you being an evil bastard."
"My parents were happily married, thank you," he said. "Evil's a matter of perspective. Something that's lost on your pack."
"Only evil people say, 'evil is a matter of perspective,'" I said.
"You've just proven that 'evil' and 'sane' are synonyms," he said.
"Get to your point or I'm going to take my chances with the wyvern," I said.
"Oh yes, all of this had a point, what was it?" He touched the pointy end of the pole against the stone tablet for a moment.
I winced.
He smirked. "My point was: some of my vampire chums and I would like to work with your werewolf pack to foil the plans of a rather ambitious dragon."
"We capture and kill vampires because they're evil," I said. "We don't work with them."
"It's almost as if you and your pack think vampires have no free will," he said.
"So you're the one good vampire?" I raised an eyebrow.
"There's many vampires in this fine city who would rather sip from many than guzzle from one. Depopulating one's food supply is a rather easy way to go extinct," he said. "Most vampires realize that and additionally, we're like all other creatures in having a proclivity toward laziness. Why go chase our food if plenty of it is willing to come to us when we offer even a modest amount of compensation?"
"Wow, am I learning stuff today!" I laughed mockingly. "Vampires aren't back-stabbing evil predators, they're just like everyone else, trying to eke out a living in this world."
"Oh, we stab each other's backs all the time. One could say it's our primary method of conspecific communication. And our grudges often outlast us, carried by those we sire, but this is actually good for any non-vampire that interacts with us."
I was ready to leap at him, no matter the consequences. "If bullshit was a currency, you'd be a billionaire."
"No, no bullshit, look, if I was trying to lie to you, I'd create a story that was even more believable than the reality," he said. "I'm trying to explain something very basic here: we're too busy infighting to devote much energy toward ruining the lives of complete strangers or enacting large subversive plots. Otherwise, we would've probably taken over the world by now."
"But you see humans as food, you kill werewolves that go on your turf, you sometimes summon demons to fight for you, and you starve wyverns so that you can use them as attack dogs," I said. "People can say whatever they want, but it's what they do that's important."
"Your pack kills vampires that are nowhere near your turf," he said.
"Okay, I'll give you that one, but the rest still stands," I said, deploying my sharp, sickle-like retractable claws. "Why don't I just bring you back to the den and see if any of my packmates believe you?"
"Sevka would end me before I had a chance to utter one word. The kill-all-vampires-on-sight policy, which I might add most packs don't have, is something she imposed unilaterally two decades ago when she was your pack's amarok." He shook his head. "It's sad that it's an unquestioned tradition now."
"Knowing Sevka, she did it for a good reason," I said. "Now, let's stop chatting and get this over with."
"We must know two different Sevka's," he said. "You ever wondered why we don't attack your kind outside our turf?"
"No," I said. "And at this point, don't care. Put down the pole and I won't eviscerate you."
He got a pained look on his face, his lips drooping, his brow furrowed with concern. "Will you truly turn a deaf ear to our request for aid against a dragon, something neither of our groups can fell on their own?"
"If you didn't tie up a wyvern, I'd be more inclined to believe you. And even if I did believe you, do you think I'd go against my entire pack just for the tiny possibility that you were telling me the truth?"
"You know what? It's Valentine's day and I'm being rather unfair, I think," he said. "Me uselessly talking in circles with you when what you clearly want is to be properly introduced to your new crush."
One ear fell down as my mouth opened, having no idea what to say to him. My new crush? What?
During my brief moment of confusion, he raised the metal pole and jabbed it toward the stone tablet.
Realizing what was happening, I leapt at him, claws ready to slash him to ribbons. He ducked as the wyvern's tail came from behind him, barely missing the top of his head. The tail intercepted me, knocking the wind out of me and tossing me several feet backward.
Just as I regained my bearings, the stinger at the end of the wyvern's tail came down toward me. The world moved in slow motion as I clapped my hands toward each other, just barely catching the sides of the stinger before the pointy part could stab me in the chest. Then the wyvern screeched in frustration, a sound that was like a fork scraping on a dinner plate, and pulled its stinger from my hands. As I jumped to my feet, all I saw was a flash of sharp teeth as her crushing jaws enclosed me. I dug my claws into the tender flesh on the inside of her mouth, her teeth pricking my back and abdomen, saliva soaking into my fur. She cried in agony and pulled her head away. Her scaly angular head twinkled in the sliver of moonlight above as she regarded me for a half second, blood dripping from her maw.
I risked a glance at the mausoleum, but the vampire was gone. "Shit!"
The sound of wing beats brought my gaze back to the wyvern who was charging at me, talons first. I jumped to the side before slashing her right achilles tendon. She screamed and jumped back, blood streaming from her leg as she struggled to stand on it. I dashed at her, ready to lunge at her throat with my jaws. Her stinger came out of nowhere and I was forced to roll to the side. Before I could do anything else, the talons of her left foot embedded themselves in my left thigh. And then she was flapping her leathery wings and we were soaring into the air, my thigh feeling like it was full of knives.
The pain from her constantly pulling on my thigh as she ascended unsettled my stomach more than the fact I was being held upside down. I was yelping in pain and writhing, the ground getting so far away that the sand traps looked smaller than my hands. Then she suddenly stopped climbing and I forgot all about the pain as her stinger came at me. I caught it haphazardly, one hand gripping it behind the bulb, the other gripping the base of the pointy part. But I'd been too slow, it was stuck clean through the band on my sports bra and my chest hurt like I'd been bitten by a dog-sized fire ant. Then numbness spread outward, like I'd suddenly drank a hundred beers and my body was becoming dead weight. Summoning the last of my strength, I yanked on the pointy end of her stinger sharply to the left. It broke like glass, jagged and sharp where it had snapped.
She shrieked and released me.
Jumping out of a plane with a parachute was scary enough. Without a parachute, however? Getting stabbed by her stinger again would've been preferable. But all this terror was in my my mind. I couldn't even feel my body. I couldn't feel the wind blowing my fur as I accelerated toward the ground. The only sensation I had was the sensation of freefall, tumbling through the branches of a tree, and then the sudden, face first, stop at the end.
I could hear the wyvern still complaining as she decreased her altitude the safe way. Meanwhile, my toes and ankles were tingling. I'd fallen like a ragdoll, so limp that my body had absorbed a lot of the impact after the tree slowed me down. But the fact that my regeneration hadn't purged the neurotoxin meant that I probably wasn't breathing. Everything was getting fuzzy as my arms buzzed with random sensation. The wyvern's calls were getting louder and my vision was getting worse. This was it.
No! If I didn't live, I'd never see Jackie again and I'd lose to that pompous vampire! I had to try to move, I had to get blood pumping so my body could clear the toxin. Putting all my effort into breathing, I gasped for air. I could barely feel my chest and it was torturously hard to do so, but I managed to take some breaths. Next, I moved my left arm because it was in the water hazard and it was damn cold. Pulling my right arm in, I pushed myself off the ground even though my body was screaming at me not to. My ribs and collarbone were either cracked or severely bruised. Having shaky, but functional, control of my legs, I started doing squats. My thighs and ass felt like pins and needles, and I could feel all the muffled complaints the anesthetic had masked coming on, but my mobility was improving. But my body was still a bit lethargic, so I started doing jumping jacks. The wyvern was circling above the tree, not wanting to approach me on the ground due to her injured leg. I knew I'd hurt more the longer I waited for her anesthetic to wear off, so I walked out into the open, offering the wyvern a clear angle on me.
When she swooped down at me I retracted the claws on my left hand and crouched low. I waited until she almost had me in her talons before jumping up with all my might and uppercutting the right side of her ribcage with my left fist. The bone at the base of my pinky snapped along with two of her ribs. The shock caused her to misalign her wings and I was knocked away as she spun violently out of control. Before she could get herself reoriented, I grabbed a large chunk of branch that I'd broken off the tree and hit her over the head with it. She went limp.
As contusions the toxin had been covering up became throbby and sore, I stumbled over to her head and sat down next to it. Relief poured over me as I felt her hot breath puffing out of her nostrils. She deserved far better than this and so did I.
A few minutes later, I got up and ran over to my car. Then I put in the combination, opened the door, and called Sevka.
She picked up on the second ring, "Job complete?"
"Vampire caster is still at large, but I bagged us our very own wyvern...that's developed a taste for wolf meat," I said as I closed the door and made my way back to the wyvern.
"That sounds very complicated, but slightly less disappointing than complete failure," she said. "I'll send a team in for cleanup and you can debrief me while they collect the wyvern."
"No, Crushinda's out cold and I'm absolutely wrecked. I'll keep an eye on her until you get here, but then I'm going home," I said.
Sevka paused for a good five seconds. "Crushinda?"
"Just popped into my head, maybe a good name for the wyvern." I shrugged. "Or maybe my concussion is doing the talking."
"See you in fifteen. Watch for further signs of brain damage." She hung up.
I hissed in pain as I sat down next to Crushinda's head. Eternally grateful that my paw pads worked on touch screens, I texted Jackie. "It's late, I'm battered, bruised, and am probably gonna be cranky while I'm healing. Are you sure you want me to come back over tonight?" I sent.
"Having you in my bed is so much better than sleeping alone, even when we don't do anything spicy," she sent.
* * * * *
Driving while wolfed out was a real chore. My car was not made for a seven-foot-plus occupant and I had to hunch quite a bit even with the seat all the way back. But it could've been worse, like when I got pulled over by cops while wolfy. Sure, I had a card from the PFBI, but almost no one knew the PFBI existed and the couple times it had happened, it had been a very trying conversation. And both times it had been for a very stupid reason: having amazing night vision made it hard to notice when one's headlights weren't on.
The really fun part, however, came when I got back to my pack and had to report a layman seeing me in werewolf form. They knew I couldn't help it, that my regeneration was way better when I was wolfed out, but that didn't didn't get me out of the required PFBI paperwork.
As I made the second-to-last turn on my way to Jackie's, the sharpness of the pain in my ribs died down just enough so I wasn't wincing whenever I hit a bump. At least my thigh wasn't bleeding anymore. Fuck, today had been bad, it was probably going to take a week until all these aches and pains were gone. And then there was that goddamn vampire saying that stuff about Sevka. The more I didn't want to think about it, the more I thought about it and now that the pain wasn't taking up most of my attention, I couldn't help but wonder whether there was any truth in what he'd been saying.
Did he have any reason to lie to me? Should I even think about trusting someone who had just nearly gotten me killed?
Pulling up to Jackie's place, I hurriedly got out of the car, locked it, and went to the front door of her complex. Even the discomfort of moving when I had cracked ribs, lacerated quads, and bruises, wasn't able to get my mind off of that stupid vampire. He hadn't even given me his name.
Jackie opened the ancient wooden front door to her complex. She was in hot pink pajamas that had a slight sheen to them. Her black curly hair was in a neat little bun and her dark brown skin was glowing the way it did when it was properly moisturized. The slight bulge in her tight stretchy pajama pants drew my eyes, but I quickly turned my gaze to her face. There was no way I could want that from her given the day I had, right?
"Rose?" she said.
"Sorry, was just lost in thought," I said when I realized she'd shown up without me noticing.
"Glad I heard your car door or I wouldn't have known you were here," Jackie said. "You forgot to buzz me."
My ears drooped. "I suck today. Today sucks."
She grabbed my hand and pulled me through the door. "When we get to my apartment, you can tell me all about it. Probably should try to make sure no one sees you like this first, though."
"Wish I could regenerate this well in human form," I said. "Driving here put a crick in my back."
"Will you have to stay like this for a long time to fully heal?" she asked as we got to her door.
"Nah, after tonight I'll just do what I normally do: spend time when I'm in private, or with you, in my wolfed-out state," I said quietly.
She opened the door and led me inside. "Would you just stay wolfed out all the time if you could?"
"If transforming wasn't so much fun, yes," I said, feeling warmth and comfort simply from being in close proximity to her.
"I'm getting jealous again," she said.
"Don't be jealous, I nearly got slaughtered by a wyvern," I said.
Her eyes widened as she noticed the blood on my abdomen and thigh. "W-wyvern?"
"Yeah, that's where the stinger got me." I pointed at the band of my sports bra which had a streak of blood running down from it, then I pointed at my thigh, which was caked with blood, saying, "And this is where she grabbed me with her talons."
"Wait, it had a stinger?" Jackie asked.
"Yeah, all wyverns do," I said.
"Interesting," she said. "Do you need first aid?" she asked.
"No, blood loss is the first thing my regeneration takes care of," I said. "Can I continue this story in the shower?"
"Oh, absolutely, but first--" She hugged me, putting her pressure on my ribcage and I gasped in pain.
Letting me go, she said, "Whoops, sorry, point out where it hurts so I don't do that again."
"Here on my right side, just under my breast," I said, making a circle with my pointer finger. Then I pointed out seven other places I was very sore, including my collarbone, behind my elbow on my right arm, my left thigh, and my right shin.
"Okay, I'll try to remember all that. You get undressed and I'll get the water going." She walked over to the bathroom.
Taking off my clothes was clumsy because of my body complaining about every little movement I made. Once I had everything off, though, there was some relief because the elastic band on my sports bra wasn't pressing on my ribs anymore. When I got into the bathroom, I looked Jackie over, who was now naked and showing off the curves estrogen had given her. Her breasts fit in my hands so well while her ass was satisfying to cup, but tonight it was her dick that I couldn't stop glancing at.
"Okay, you were saying you almost got killed by a wyvern?" she asked, waving me into the shower.
As I told her the story of my epic battle with Crushinda, she helped me wash all the mud, blood, wood splinters, grass, and sand out of my fur. Toward the end of the story, we were both excited. Though, I was feeling guilty that I'd left out the entire part about the vampire I'd met. But I had no idea how to talk about that or who to talk about it with, honestly.
"Then I was on the ground, still partially anesthetized, and ready to give up," I said.
"That's when your undying love for me gave you the oomph you needed to go on?" she asked, running her fingers through the wet fur on my belly while pressing her front against me.
I smirked. "Yep, that and not wanting to die." I could feel her prick against my right thigh and I instinctively pressed back against it.
"So what did you do?" She lightly ground against me, her flaccid prick gaining rigidity.
"I needed to get my blood pumping so I could clear the toxin, so I started exercising."
She laughed. "R-really?"
"I just moved what I could until I was doing squats, and then jumping jacks. When I walked out from under the tree, I knew she'd dive for me, so I crouched down and got ready to do the world's biggest uppercut. When she was close enough, I got her in the chest as hard as I could and that's how I broke my pinky and finger on my left hand. But her ribs were worse off than my finger and she lost control and--" I stopped and looked behind me, distracted by the fact she had a raging boner now. "Is my story making you hard?!"
She blushed deeply. "Sorry, it's just, I have a thing for badass women."
"Wait, when we're watching X-Men and you steal the popcorn bowl to put it on your lap, is it to hide your stiffy from female badassery?" I asked.
She nodded, her blush even worse now.
Grabbing her erection, I said, "You want them to fuck you, don't you?"
Looking me straight in the eye, she said, "Very often, it's the other way around, actually."
That look did things to me. My pussy clenched, feeling very empty. Wow, was she hard. Just feeling her throb against me was making me wet. "You want to fuck me?"
"Hell yes, I do! Once we discovered you fit in me, we both kinda forgot you had one of these," she said, pressing two fingers into my pussy.
"Haaah!" I moaned, going from a little horny to desperate in the span of a few seconds. My battle damage was no match for how much I needed her. "More, please!"
She added a third finger. "You're being pretty submissive for a giant hung werewolf."
I moaned sharply, clenching around her fingers. No one had ever talked to me this way before and it was hot as fuck!
"What do you want me to do to you?" She thrust her fingers in and out of me.
It was a struggle to find words. "Fuck me!"
"Then bend those legs so you're at my height," she said.
"Yes, okay," I said, doing as she asked despite some aching in my left thigh.
"Good girl," she said, pulling her fingers out.
I moaned, loving her calling me that.
She put her prick at my entrance. "You know what good girls get? They get treats!" Then she grabbed the base of my tail and pressed the tip in.
Even though my body was big, I hadn't had a lover with a cock before and her entering felt like someone injecting pure hot bliss into me. I could feel her pulled-back foreskin rubbing against my walls as she stuffed inches in me. I'd used dildos, but her flesh was warm and had imperfections that added depth to the experience. My tail started wagging in her grasp as I pressed back against her, wanting it all.
And she gave me it all, her balls coming to rest against mine. Then she said, "How's it feel to have a girlcock in you?"
I pulled off a bit and then slammed back saying, "IncRRRedible!"
"Stroke yourself with both hands," she said in a confident, playful voice.
My dick was hard as steel as I wrapped my hands around it.
Then I started stroking and she reached around to grab my right wrist. "You can only stroke when I thrust. You want to be a good girl, don't you?"
"Yes!" I said, and then moaned. Why did it feel so good to have her in control?
As she pulled back and then thrusted in, she pushed and then pulled on my wrist to follow her motion exactly. "Like this." Then she pulled out and thrust again, not trying to control my hands to see if I did it right.
I did it exactly the way she wanted me to and I pred so hard it splattered against the plastic wall of the shower.
"That's right! Now keep up with me," she said. "And remember, you can't cum until I do. Yip if you understand."
I yipped, more pre dribbling from my shaft.
Then she grunted as she grabbed my balls with one hand and my breast with the other and started pounding me. Her very-nice-sized and perfectly-curved human cock felt like magic despite no knot at the base--something one of my dildos had that really helped scratch that specific canine itch. But that dildo didn't have a gorgeous, determined girlfriend behind it. I could feel her breasts bounce on either side of my tail as she bucked her hips over and over.
Then she did this thing where she rolled her hips a bit, making her curve stir me up more inside. It caught me completely off guard and my pussy started to clench, on the edge of orgasm.
"Nuh uh! Not until I cum," she said.
"Fuck!" I barked out.
Going slow, she said, "Just breathe and come down a bit."
I did so, but with her slow thrusting, I was feeling the curve of her dick push at the front of my pussy more. And I could feel the folds of skin on her cock and the texture of her foreskin as it entered and... "Haaahhh! FUCK! I can't! I'm--" My pussy came hard and I shoved back against her to get every inch inside me. I clenched my jaw, begging my dick not to cum as I moaned and gyrated. Wanting to obey her gave me just enough willpower to hold my dick back.
"What did I say?" she asked, tugging on the base of my tail.
"I couldn't cum until you did," I managed to say between moans.
"What are you then?" she asked.
"A-a bad girl?" My ears drooped.
"Yes, a bad girl! And you need to be punished," she said.
"I'm sorry," I said. "I won't do it again."
"You better cum when I tell you to, this time," she said. Her grip on the base of my tail was firm and she used it as leverage to slam into me over and over as hard as she could, practically spanking my buttocks with her groin.
"Oh fuck! Oh GOD! JACKIE!" I moaned and yelped, stroking my dick at the same pace because I wanted to be a good girl. My whole abdomen filled with warmth as my ears and cheeks warmed up dramatically. I could barely keep up my breathing because I was making so much noise, some of it embarrassingly canine: whines and whimpers begging her to cum inside me.
"You better be ready!" Her prick was harder than ever, like a piece of shaped glass.
"Yes! YES! Please CUM INSIDE ME!" My dick started lurching, the speed of my stroking too much for it.
"CUM NOW, ROSE!" Her voice broke as her dick twitched along its length and she rammed into me one last time.
Her left hand reached around my front and grabbed my knot. Then her hot jizz spilled out into me, hitting my inner walls, making me feel things I'd never felt before: something as hard as stone twitching inside me, thick liquid warmth filling me, and someone else's balls pressing against mine as she pressed so hard against me it felt like she was trying to merge our bodies together.
The feeling in my abdomen was like that moment when a lit fuse touched the explosive it was connected. I howled at the top of my lungs as my legs shook and my fists clenched. My pussy convulsed around her dick while my own prick fired my load so hard that I could hear each spurt as it hit the wall in front of me. I felt like my whole body was as formless as a pooka's when it was in the middle of shifting. All I knew was bliss, all I could think about was pleasure, and all I could feel was ecstasy.
After we took some time to recover where Jackie ran her fingers through the fur on my back and bosom, she said, "That was unbelievably good."
I nodded. "I don't think I could've asked for a better first time," I said.
"Wait, you've never been penetrated before?" she asked.
"No, all the girls I dated before you were cis," I said. "I knew I was attracted to trans girls, but never had a chance to act on it."
She hugged me, rubbing her breasts and cheek against my back as her prick started to recede. "Happy Valentine's day," she said. "I'm glad I could be your first."
"Me too, wouldn't have had it any other way," I said. "Happy Valentine's day."
"This is my best Valentine's ever," she gave me a squeeze.
"Same here." I felt so close to her, so safe..."Jackie?"
"Yes?" she asked.
"I didn't tell you the whole story." I paused. "There's something I don't know if I can talk to my pack about yet."
Her prick fell out of me, too soft to stay in, and her spooge started leaking down the back of my furry sac. She was still hugging me as she spoke, though. "I'm happy to listen even though I have no idea if I'll be of any help."
"Honestly, just talking about it so it's not just sitting in my head would help," I said.
She let go of me and started washing our mess out of my fur. "Okay, then, spill the beans, all of them."
THE END
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Comments
Zmeydros
Woo! After moving Sarahvixen to New Mexico, I am gonna do another chapter of this. I want to put regular work into it because I really enjoy it too!
Arkona Kothe
This is turning into an amazing series. I can't wait to see where you take this.
