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Herm Werewolf Christmas Shopping
🕑 Added 2021-12-22 06:29:03 +0000 UTCHappy Holidays! This is the first of a few Christmas/New Year's presents I have planned for y'all. I finally got stuff sorted out well enough that I can live comfortably in NM. The house my aunt has me staying in is very old and needed some stuff done to prevent me from freezing to death. XD
Now that that's done, I've been writing A LOT. But most of it is going into presents that I want to surprise y'all with. There's also some unspent art budget and a patron who generously decided to increase my art budget for Christmas. Be on the lookout for more presents coming out over the next few weeks! Hope y'all enjoy this story. It popped into my head when someone gave me the prompt: "A werewolf trying to do Christmas shopping."
Rose the herm werewolf is doing some last minute Christmas shopping in a very crowded mall. She starts off not wanting to even be there, but then she meets a hot lesbian who's into her and is on top of the world. Only moments later, she accidentally triggers her werewolf transformation. Making things infinitely worse, while her clothes rip and she's gaining a muzzle, there's a sea of people around her and nowhere to go!
Can she find cover before she exhausts her willpower and gets herself off both ways in public? Read on to find out!
Herm Werewolf Christmas Shopping
by Zmeydros
(edited by Tiliquain and Secretskunk)
To my acute enhanced senses, this crowded mall was a nightmare on LSD. I'd told myself that I was going to do all my Christmas shopping at least a month early, but here I was, only three days before Christmas, with five people still needing presents.
After less than ten minutes in the mall, I was taking refuge in the quietest place I could find: a fake indoor park with a Christmas display that shouldn't have been as calming as it was. Dominating the park was a thirty-foot-tall fake Christmas tree complete with snobbish all-white Christmas lights and instead of ornaments, it had red and gold bows, like it was a prize poodle or something. Under it were matching empty boxes clad in shiny wrapping paper with elaborate bows on top. What saved the whole display from being a stodgy affair was an inflatable Christmas display with a big gingerbread house, an inflatable snowman, and Rudolf with his glowing red nose, curiously looking at the snowman as if he was wondering if it was real.
As I stood there, trying to find what was left of my Christmas spirit, a tall boney guy walked into me and knocked me right into the inflatable Christmas scene. As I collided with the snowman, its fake carrot nose poked me in the temple.
The tall guy's date grabbed my arm and pulled me backwards before any real damage could be done, saying, "We're so sorry. Are you okay?"
Looking at her curly black hair and thick circular glasses, I said, "Yeah, could you tell your boyfriend to look down some? Not everyone is six and a half feet tall. He's gonna punt someone's kid if he's not careful."
The boyfriend, who had on a blue baseball cap and had black ear expanders in his ear lobes, looked down at me. He looked confused, his brows furrowing deeply. "Whoa, are you even five feet tall?"
I crossed my arms. "Five foot and a half, thank you. Is that some sort of apology?"
"Oh, sorry," he said.
His date tugged his arm, pulling him along with her as he tried to think of something else to say to diffuse the awkward social situation. I'd been hoping people would spot me better with the LGBT rainbow Santa hat I had on, but apparently that had just been wishful thinking. I made a beeline for Heatherby's department store, grumbling about how I wasn't so easy to knock around when I was wolfed out. Though it was a satisfying thought, Christmas shopping in that state would've drawn bigger crowds than a Black Friday sale.
The hardest person to get a present for was my best friend's girlfriend. All I knew was that she liked good perfume and dark chocolate. I assumed, hoped she liked other things, but I wasn't holding my breath. Not wanting to think anymore about this than I had to, I picked up the pace, dodging people left and right. After entering Heatherby's, I took the escalator at the center of the store up to the second level and turned left past a bedding display to get to the perfume counter. Thanking the heavens that no one was in front of me, I looked over all the gaudy perfume bottles that were trying extra hard to look like they had more liquid than they actually did. Before I could engage with the shapely woman behind the counter, I spotted something odd: one of the fragrances was labeled "Femme Werewolf." I picked it up and scrutinized the back label only to nearly drop the bottle.
One of the ingredients was, "werewolf musk." There was just no way. No way at all that that could've been true. I started undoing the bottle, but then stopped. If this was the real thing, and I smelled it, I'd be in deep trouble. As I put the bottle down, the woman behind the counter took interest in me.
She was wearing gold hoop earrings and had a matching nose ring. Her curly hair was up in an intricate bun I liked, but was mystified as to how it worked. "Can I help you?"
"I'm looking for something for a friend. Most stuff is too strong for my, uhh, delicate senses, so I know nothing about expensive fragrance juice," I said, laying on my patented quirky charm.
"Fragrance juice, that's a first," she said. Her eyes were bright and she had an adorable uneven smile. She was the sort of person you wanted to make smile if it was at all in your power to do so.
"I'm responsible for a lot of firsts," I said.
"I'm sure you are," she said.
I blushed. "I don't think that came out the way I meant."
"Oh, I think it did," she said before walking to my left, to the area with the cheaper bottles.
Was she teasing me? Fuck, I was starting to get wet. I needed to stop flirting.
"Since it's a gift, I recommend something that's inexpensive, but high quality. I've got several options that fit that, but to pick between them I'm going to need to get to know your friend better." She started pointing to various bottles. "Does your friend like flowers, herbs, or sweets more?"
"You're assuming I know a lot more about her than I do," I said.
"Oh dear, are you shopping for a friend's friend?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Yeah." A light went on in my head and I said, "Do you have a scent that's chocolaty?"
She was wearing really subtle perfume that had a hint of lavender. It went with her scent perfectly and I wanted her closer to me. As she thought for a moment, looking at various bottles, I had to look away from her full lips. My dumb brain was imagining how nice a kiss from her would feel. Unfortunately, when my eyes left her, they went back to the bottle of "Femme Werewolf." There was absolutely no way there was real werewolf musk in there. It had to be some sort of labeling loophole. I walked over and looked at the price: a hundred and nineteen dollars. God damn it! That price made it seem almost believable.
"Ooh, that one's very interesting. Even if you can't afford it, it's worth a sniff," she said. "Very well-balanced fragrance. Smells a bit like vanilla and sarsaparilla with an earthy undertone."
My eyes widened, that was what werewolf musk smelled like. "On the back, it says that there's actual werewolf musk in it. That can't be true, right?"
"Wait, it actually says that on the bottle?" she asked.
"Yeah." I picked up the bottle and handed it to her. "See?"
She looked at the back of it and squinted. Then she chuckled and set it down. "It's gotta be a marketing thing, it's not like there's actual werewolves wandering around out there."
"They gotta have werewolves in Area 51, right? I bet the Roswell aliens are busy making bank by 'extracting' werewolf musk." I grinned.
She laughed. "You're just adorable."
I made pretty eyes at her. "You really think so?"
"Yes, now stop that," she said. "Conspiracy theories aside, 'Femme Werewolf' is a very well-balanced fragrance and I bet it wouldn't bother your delicate senses at all," she said before starting to open the bottle.
I put my hand over hers, saying, "It's better I don't risk a headache, I got a lot of shopping to do after this."
She secured the cap and put the bottle back. "That's totally fair. Next time you're in the area, make sure you try it. It's like nothing else we have in stock."
"I'll definitely try it," I said, feeling a bit bad that I was probably lying to her. She was so my type.
Grabbing a brown bottle with beautiful gold lettering made out of little gears, she said, "This is what I'd get your friend."
"Clockwork Chocolatier," I said, reading the lettering. "That's kinda badass."
"Oh, it gets even better, not only is it a fantastic fragrance, a third of the proceeds goes to LGBT rights organizations," she said.
"Am I that easy to spot?" I asked, blushing. The longer I talked to her, the closer I got to needing to change my panties. Something about her smile and mannerisms was driving me wild.
"You practically have lesbian written on your forehead, hon," she said. "Plus gay pride Santa hats aren't a popular accessory amongst straights."
I laughed.
She grabbed a slip of paper and wrote on it before handing it to me. The fearless grin on her face as she did so was because she knew she had me and that made me shiver.
Below the name "Jackie" was her phone number. I pulled out my phone and immediately put it in and then sent a text, "Hey this is Rose, the girl you flirted with who doesn't even like perfume."
"I'm looking forward to checking my phone later," Jackie said.
"I'm looking forward to seeing if you'd rather eat in or out," I said.
She blushed. "You're dangerous, girl. I gotta be careful with you."
"Oh, you don't know the half of it," I said, showing my extra sharp canines.
A customer in a suit and tie walked up to the counter and she said, "I'll be right with you." Then she turned to me, handing me the bottle she'd picked out. "Do you want to go with this one or do you want me to give you another one to choose between?"
I looked at the bottle. "It's not like I'm gonna risk smelling it, so I'll just trust your nose."
"Well, you have yourself a very merry rest of your day and you'll get a text from me when I get on break," she said.
"Can't wait!" I said a bit too loudly.
She gave me a wink before turning her attention to the newcomer. Boy did I want to give his tie a firm tightening for interrupting our flirting. He looked like the sort of guy that was mystified by his wife and needed lots of help with Christmas shopping.
As I was about to leave, I looked at the "Femme Werewolf" perfume bottle. It would only take one tiny sniff to know if the label was telling the truth. Werewolf musk was something I could smell thousands of times better than a normal human. I'd probably know the moment I cracked the cap. It wasn't like I'd lose control from only a trace amount.
While Jackie was still distracted by her Mr. All Business, I set down the bottle she'd given me. Then I opened the cap of "Femme Werewolf" only one fourth of a turn while leaving it on the counter. Not smelling anything, I turned it another fourth of a turn. Within seconds, my nose flared as I took an instinctive deep sniff.
It was the real thing! How? Why?
They'd added other fragrances that made it smell even better than normal and I barely suppressed a growl as my feet got tight in my shoes. I couldn't analyze the other scents because the musk was giving me a full body experience: a shiver down my spine, a tugging on the tips of my ears, a cold sweat, a rush of adrenaline, and heat pooling in my groin. Everything around me gained another layer of perception as my acute sense of smell and hearing became practically clairvoyant. I could smell everyone within two hundred feet of me, what they'd had for breakfast, what type of moisturizer they used, and knew how many hours it had been since they'd last masturbated. I could hear their heartbeats, their guts working on their last meal, and what brand of shoes they were wearing from their footsteps. The muscles in my arms bulged in my sleeves as my hands clenched and my nails sharpened into claws.
Pressure built at the end of my tailbone as it tried to wag. I tried to get myself to close the cap, but every bit of willpower I had was being burned up trying to keep myself quiet so I wouldn't scare everyone within a twenty foot radius. Two other people were now waiting at the perfume counter. This musk smelled like a girl deeply in need of my dick! The tiniest, strangled whine made it out and I turned away from the counter. I needed to go. I bit my lip as my clit was throbbed powerfully and I widened my stance to give it room. It felt like I was shoving my clit in something as it stretched my skin taut, getting even larger. Ngh! My cunt was making a slick down there. I had to get out of here before I... No, I needed to...oh fuck...what did I need to do?
I started sniffing, pulling in as much of the scent as I could, my clit pressing outwards into my panties along with a clenching sensation deep in my abdomen. Within seconds, my clit was an inch long and my ears were pointing and pushing up through the neck-length hair draped over them. I felt so powerful, so damn good, and I needed more!
My hands moved on their own, unscrewing the cap and bringing it up to my nose. Then I sniffed deeply. The clenching in my abdomen worsened, my pussy wet my panties with fem juice, my pecs swelled larger under my breasts, and my heart pounded. Then my clit tented my pants. Rrrggghh! I felt so powerful, so alive, so fucking horny!
Clutching the perfume bottle possessively, I started giving the dozen shoppers within eyesight a predatory stare, looking for another werewolf to mate with.
Jackie asked, "Are you okay?"
I spun around and slammed down the bottle, my teeth getting sharper as I did. "Rrrawr. Graaaw!"
She reeled back, the blood draining out of her face from shock while the customer she'd been helping had to grab the counter to remain upright.
My heart fell in my chest, aching from scaring her as my animalistic trance finally broke.
After clearing my throat and putting on a smile, I said, "Totally fine, you just scared me is all."
"You don't seem fine. I can call for help, hon. Would just take me two seconds." Her brow was furrowed, and she still looked like she'd seen a ghost.
My nose was tingling and I knew that meant it was darkening and flattening, so I turned away from her. "Sorry, gotta go! Text you later," I said as I ran for the escalator, dodging shoppers with their hands grasping various Christmas gifts.
As my leg muscles bulked up, my jeans started getting mighty tight. I begged the seams to hold out until I found somewhere to hide. Before I even reached the bottom of the escalator, a couple inches of my midriff was showing and my belt was constricting me. When I pulled off my belt, my tailbone ached, pressing harder against my jeans. The pinching of my teeth in my gums as my face pushed out was being countered by an effervescent tingling in my breasts and crotch. Then my toenails sharpened and lengthened into claws, digging into the front of my pink and white sneakers.
"Shit!" I said as I ran by the kitchenware section.
When I got to the checkout area, I was forced to slow down because the beefy door guard looked ready to tackle me. I tried to act normal despite my ankles aching and my claws tearing into the front of my shoes. I clumsily avoided shoppers pouring in through the door as my clit made a very noticeable rise in my jeans. I put my purse in front of it. The shopper next to me heard my heated moan from my purse brushing against my sensitive flesh through the fabric.
She stared at me as I dashed in between two groups of shoppers, finally making it to the door. I strolled through it smoothly to keep the guard from taking notice of me.
A chill ran down my spine as I surveyed the mob of people outside the store: bad Christmas sweaters, the latest indecipherable fashion trend, and what were basically pajamas to wear in public. There were too many people. Too much perfume, and too much breath freshener. The headache from all the scents overpowered the ache in my jaws as the canine in me became apparent to anyone who looked closely. Since I couldn't see over their heads, I hopped up on a bench along the short wall that divided the walkway from the little indoor park with fake grass and the Christmas display I'd seen before I entered the store. Just when I spotted a restroom sign to my far left, I felt a stab of pain as my clit ran out of space to pitch a tent.
Grumbling to myself, I hopped down from the bench and swiftly dipped my hand into my pants so I could angle my clit upwards. Just touching it made me dizzy with passion and I let out a long, hot breath as my face pushed out farther. I hobbled toward the restrooms as my claws broke through the front of my shoes and my ankles felt like they were being twisted. My back cracked as my blouse started looking far too small for me. Then my tail started growing and I flicked it over to the side so it would run down my right pant leg. The front of my right shoe burst open as my right foot went full on wolf, getting a coat of white fur. I tripped as my ankle cracked, forcing my right leg into a more digitigrade stance.
Grabbing the railing on the corner of the dividing wall, I avoided falling over. Under my breath, I said, "No, no, no, no!" as my clit grew up past the waist of my jeans and the clenching in my abdomen fell toward my muff.
The restrooms seemed miles away now, through a wall of people. My head was pounding with both instinct and pain and I had no idea what to do. As my left foot destroyed my shoes and my blouse started ripping at the seams from my whole upper body widening. Breast flesh and muscle filled in with every heartbeat as my arms, legs and torso started ripping the seams holding my clothes together. Needing to head for the nearest cover, my eyes locked onto the space between the fake evergreen tree and the inflatable Christmas decoration at the center of the park.
As I grabbed onto the railing and hopped over the dividing wall, my balls popped into their sac. Howling in pleasure, I tripped and fell onto my side on the astroturf. Pre sprayed onto my blouse from the pointy canine tip of my clit as it became a cock and a new clit formed behind my balls.
My prick surged larger, going up past my belly button as I shuddered and moaned loud enough the people nearest me froze. Putting my purse in front of my shaft again, I got off the ground and crouched down low. Nimbly dashing between two groups of shoppers, I got closer to my goal. My blouse tore open, my breasts flopping out as my knot swelled, unsnapping the button on the front of my jeans. As my cunt went off full force from my balls brushing my clit in just the right way, my dick gained another two inches in seconds. A white hot orgasm was pulsing through me, making it feel like someone had just shoved their whole cock into my pussy while my dick was being stuffed into the tightest snatch that could take it. Only sheer force of will was keeping me on my feet.
My legs popped the seams of my jeans as my buttocks and thighs gained muscle. Growling in frustration, I leapt behind the Christmas display, getting whacked by some of the branches of the fake Christmas tree as I landed on the fake presents. Then tore my useless clothes off, destroying more fake presents in the process. With both my dick and pussy leaking like I was in heat, I ran my hands all over my body, stopping on my breasts to feel them swell larger. My nipples hardened under my palms as I got paw pads. The added sensation made me writhe, destroying more of the wrapped empty boxes. I grabbed my cock and started stroking only to pull my hand away. I couldn't do this here, people might see me. People might see me...people might see me! I panted and wagged my tail as I grabbed my dick and started stroking. Yes! If another werewolf saw me, I'd get to mate!
And the harder I got off, the higher the chance a fellow werewolf would pick up my scent. As white fur erupted from all my exposed skin and my muzzle pressed out the rest of the way along with my tail, I retracted the sickle-like claws at the ends of my fingers so I wouldn't hurt myself. Then I took my foot-long dick into my mouth and shoved all five fingers in my pussy. I whined and yipped as I tried to recapture the orgasm I'd tried to shut down. With my free hand, I grabbed and squeezed at my knot, sending ecstatic sparks crackling through my whole body. I dug the knuckle at the base of my thumb into my clit.
As I got myself closer and closer, all the joints in my body sounded like popcorn. I gained another foot in height to add to the foot I'd already gained before diving back here. My sense of smell was even better now, but my headache was waning because my own tobacco and chocolate scent was overpowering everything else.
My pre even tasted a bit like chocolate, which always made me lap at my cock for more. The pounding of my heart, being able to smother myself in my own scent, being seven feet tall and strong enough to play catch with park benches: I was so high on my own transformation that I was smiling at the edges of my muzzle as I sucked myself off.
Picking up the pace, I fucked my face with my dick while I practically vibrated my hand in and out of my pussy. The base of my clit went off from the stretching as I shoved my hand a bit further in, stretching myself as much a big werewolf's knot would. As my whole body spasmed from the intense pleasure, I whacked some of the fake tree branches and several red and gold bows fell onto me. Grinding against my hand, getting it even further in, my breaths became gasps and I felt a wave of tension shoot up my dick, down my legs, across my belly to my tits, and all the way to the tips of my ears. As I howled, my muff milked my fingers, and my feet hit something as they thrashed. I could just barely hear a whooshing sound as my prick started lurching and my knot got even bigger. My howling was interrupted by me having to swallow my salty chocolate-and-citrus-tasting load.
My tail wagged furiously and I rolled around like a possessed nun that needed to be exorcised. In all my rolling around, I heard crumpling and felt stuff get stuck to my fur. When the orgasm was over, I was still twitching while laying on my side. Only when my dick slowly started shrinking back into its sheath did I notice the wrapping paper and bows stuck to me.
I yelped and pulled my dick out of my mouth and as I realized what the whooshing sound had been: my toe claws had violently deflated the inflatable Christmas display and people could see me.
Amongst the twenty onlookers was Jackie, with her mouth agape. The nature of her awe was hard to read as her eyes fixed on the rainbow Santa hat that was still bobby-pinned to my hair. Then her expression softened as she rifled through her purse and pulled out her phone. She poked at the screen a bit before looking at my purse, which had fallen beside me. When my phone started ringing just loud enough to be heard over the hushed whispering and gasping of the rest of the crowd, Jackie ran up to me.
Color came back to her cheeks as her eyes feasted on my receding dick, my muzzle, my breasts. Pulling a bow off of my hip, she said, "I think I found my Christmas present."
THE END
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Comments
Zmeydros
Exhibitionism is one of my absolute favorite things and a fun twist is when it isn't intentional, but it is also inevitable. :D
Zmeydros
This Character interaction was incredibly fun to write. I hope to do more of this series.
Todasul .
I always love to see some exhibitionism especially when it catches on ;p
Reylin
That was a great story! I seriously have no idea how you keep writing couples I get super invested in one after the other, but that's one more I'll love to see more of!
