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Bitten - Female Werewolf TF
🕑 Added 2022-05-21 07:42:56 +0000 UTCCertainly the longest story I've written. And by far the most detailed and raciest... let me know what you think.
Sometimes, when an one-night stands asks to fuck you doggy-style on a full moon, it's better to politely decline than to have him turn the both of you into a wolf mid-fuck.
This was a one-night stand she would not soon forget. Actually, she would likely never forget.
Marcia had always been shy and reserved, which kept her from dating after high school – and her friends decided that this had to change.
She was hesitant to take her friends up on the invitation to go to a club, as she’d heard many stories of awful things happening to girls – not to mention that she wasn’t the loud music and dirty dancing type.
Marcia did, however, find the part where she and her friends would go shopping for a new outfit and share an afternoon of fun together, rather pleasant, so she went along with it.
But after going shopping for a new outfit, she was expected to go along to the club as well – and surprisingly, Marcia would not come to regret that decision.
Well, not at first.
She was a petite brunette, with wide hips. She didn’t like to show them off, but her friends had convinced her to buy a form-fitting dress. Feeling somewhat awkward, she followed them into the club. She was able to hear the music blaring and the bass thumping from outside.
Once inside, she felt immediately overwhelmed. The place was poorly lit, stank of sweat, and the bass of the music was so loud the actual melody was inaudible.
Marcia wanted out.
She turned around, only to bump into someone immediately. A strong, broad chest that prevented her from falling -two arms immediately locked themselves around her.
“Hi there,” he said; she read his lips, as his voice was far too loud to hear. Or… so she thought…
Was she hearing his voice in her head?
“Hi!” she shouted back. “Sorry, I was just leaving.”
“With me…?” the boy’s voice echoed in her head once more. His hair was dark and curly, and his eyes had a strange glitter to them in the club’s low light.
“Y…yes…” she spoke the words without comprehending them.
Beyond any fault of her own, she had fallen for him. Within seconds. Little did she know, however, was that that was the exact reason he’d gone to the club that night.
To capture a prey. Though… he hadn’t expected it to go this easily. It had taken less than a second for his effect to take a hold of her – usually this didn’t happen.
Marcia was different – she’d never had a boyfriend before, and wasn’t used to talking to boys or men in general. The effect of his hypnotizing gaze was so strong, it overwhelmed her immediately, leaving her full of desire she’d never felt before.
She meekly followed him back to his apartment, not even telling her friends she was leaving. She wanted to be with him, and nothing and no one else.
This boy was no ordinary boy, and he would soon reveal his true self to her. But first, she had to be inside.
They both had to be inside before sundown. Before the moon came out, and before the young man had to halt his plans.
No one would fall into his arms as easily as Marcia had done if they were too busy running away screaming from the beast he’d become once the moon came out.
They say vampires are known for the ability to hypnotise their prey. No one ever said that werewolves weren’t capable of doing the exact same thing.
As soon as the door locked behind them, he wasted no time. He slammed her against the wall, kissing her with his tongue. She did not resist, and began participating as he moved her from the hallway to his bedroom.
He threw her onto the bed to undo his belt buckle; she giggled as she moved around on her back, messing up the perfectly made sheets as she did so.
The window was positioned at a perfect angle; the curtain wasn’t drawn. The boy forgot to do so in his rush to get his mate home.
The duo would soon learn what this meant for their night of fun.
As he pulled down his pants and looked at her, he blushed.
“Would you… mind turning around?” he mumbled.
“What?” she asked; not wanting to risk breaking her trance, he gently grabbed her by the shoulders, flopping her around like a fish on dry land.
“…Get on your knees, please,” he said; she did as she was told, reaching for her butt to remove her panties.
“…Doggy style,” she giggled – she sounded like she was drunk. This made the boy somewhat uncomfortable; but perhaps it was the same thing. She was intoxicated, not truly capable of consenting.
He felt bad. But it was the easiest fuck he’d ever scored. Surely, she would forgive him for what was likely about to happen. She’d have to.
“Wait,” she suddenly spoke, crisp and sober. “Who are you?”
She turned her head back to look at him. “Oh… the guy from the club,” she said, before turning beet red.
“I’ve… I’ve never done this before.”
The boy blinked, not trying to get the girl back into her hypnotised state. She seemed embarrassed more than scared.
“Do you… do you want to keep going?” he asked.
She hesitated.
“It’s gotta happen someday,” she said. “I just…” She blushed again. “I’ll probably be bad at it…”
He smiled and moved forward – taking off his underwear as he did so. He climbed onto the bed, his penis brushing against Marcia’s buttcheeks.
Marcia let out a surprised gasp; she didn’t remember how she got there, but in this moment, she did realise that she wanted this.
She wanted to have sex with a stranger. When she’d never even had sex with a boyfriend before. Something about the situation was just so… exhilarating to her, that she didn’t want it to end prematurely.
Mistake number two – mistake number one had been going out and running into wolf-boy in the first place.
“Don’t worry, gorgeous,” he whispered. “I’m sure you’ll do great.”
It hurt a little at first – he was bigger than she’d expected. But as he thrust once, twice, three times, the pain made way for pleasure.
She gripped the bedsheets tight, lifting her ass in the air as he picked up speed.
Then, the moon appeared from behind a cloud, shining its light onto the both of them. The boy’s muscles tightened, and he briefly ceased all movement.
“What’s wrong?” Marcia asked.
“N…nothing…” he mumbled, his voice turning into a low growl.
His dick still inside her, he bent over, resting his head on her back. One of his hands, whilst in the midst of wildly clawing around on the sheets, slapped on top of hers, and she noticed it was getting… hairy. And the nails…
She squealed in terror as she watched his hands turn into hairy claws, that suddenly held her down in a death grip.
He squeezed his paws around her chest. He didn’t seem to realise how badly he was hurting her as he did, pulling her in closer to stay inside of her – which was getting increasingly difficult as his penis began to grow. As his biceps grew, is grip on her increased, pulling her as closely toward him as the angle would allow. His dick had grown several inches bigger, barely fitting inside her, but he insisted on continuing.
As his penis began to make contact with her cervix, she squirmed uncomfortably – this hurt. Not only that, but be was licking her – sucking on her neck, running his tongue along her shoulders... drool was dripping off of her.
His snout – his nose – everything was uncomfortably wet, as was his breath, that suddenly stank like a dog’s. She especially didn’t like it when his tongue suddenly dashed into her ear.
She tried to get away, to tell him this was getting gross, that they had to wait until he was back to normal, but the sharp pain of the bite on her back that followed, stopped her dead in her tracks.
Marcia fell forward onto the bed, almost completely limp. The werewolf, either not noticing or not caring, continued to have his way with her as a strange feeling crawled up her spine, and down from her breasts to her belly.
She lifted herself back up on her palms and stretched, noticing the thick, dark hair that was beginning to grow on her arms. Not hair. Fur. Wolf fur.
Fuck. Of course. He’d bitten her. Had it been a love bite in the heat of the moment, or intentional? Either way, with the bright, white light of the moon shining on her, as her blood mixed with the wolf’s drool, there was no turning back for her.
By now, she couldn’t care less about the juvenile wolf that was pounding her pussy like there was no tomorrow – in fact, she wanted him to. This transformation was fuelling her with a kind of raw, feral energy she’d never felt before.
She was growing, as was her vagina, making the wolf’s penis inside of her a sensation of pleasure again. Soon, she would be equal his size in muscle.
Fingers and toes began to sprout hair. Nails became sharp claws. Foot soles became pads and beans. Two boobs became six, tingling as they grew. They started as nipples on her belly, before taking full form. The two she’d come in with grew several sizes, the other four more resembling the size of her original pair before her transformation had started. Each was equally hairy. Her ears, beginning to sprout long, brown hair on both the inside and outside, migrated to the top of her head, hairy and pointed like a wolf’s upon reaching their final destination. Her skull deformed, her human jaw making room for a long, fanged snout. She licked her new teeth, finding them to be surprisingly sharp.
She growled. She panted. She yipped. Her tail grew, first naked, bare skin, then long, hairy, fluffy. It shook with excitement before motioning in a full-on wag.
Her eyes turned from green to yellow.
It seemed to go on for hours, with both wolves’ stamina greatly increased. But all things come to an end.
He came.
She howled.
“Don’t… worry…” he growled. “You’ll be back to normal… in the morning…”
Together, they fell asleep.
Little did they know, however, that she was ovulating that night. And the wolf sperm was laying in wait.
The next morning, she felt… odd. Her skin didn’t feel right to the touch – and neither did what she was assuming to be her stomach, where her hand was resting.
Was that… a nipple?
Suddenly remembering what had happened the night before, her eyes shot open; as she sat up, she threw the duvet off of her, revealing her still ever hairy, werewolf form was still present underneath what was left of her dress. The fabric was… surprisingly resilient, although it now resembled more of a two-piece that was holding on for dear life by a few loose threads, rather than the form-fitting, glittering one piece she’d started the night in.
She did indeed feel a nipple through the fabric, as she was still sporting six of them… and the sun was already up.
The side of the bed next to her was empty.
As she was moments away from getting up to angrily demand an explanation from her one night stand, the bedroom door opened and the boy entered, carrying a tray and a guilty look in his eyes.
“…Morning,” he mumbled. “I… made you breakfast.”
She accepted the tray from him, but did not wish him a happy morning back. She was hungry and angry.
“Explain,” she barked in-between bites.
“…Well… congratulations, I suppose.
“We’re having pups.”
Her ears perked up at the sound of this word. Not ‘baby’, but ‘pups’. And multiple.
“What?” she barked, almost tossing the now empty glass at him.
“I know, I’m sorry!” he defended. “It was stupid, I should’ve worn protection…
“If you have sex as a wolf and get pregnant as a wolf, you… stay a wolf until you give birth. Naturally.”
Marcia would’ve bit her lip if she’d had any to bite. Now, all she could do was bare her teeth and snarl.
One quick fuck, and her whole life was ruined.
If they aborted the babies, she’d stay a wolf. If she had a c-section, she’d stay a wolf. And then again… did vets even perform abortions?
Marcia accepted her fate, albeit with some chagrin – she stayed inside the boy’s apartment – apparently, his name was Nate – and he fed and clothed and took care of her.
Eventually, as her belly grew, she began to grow fond of Nate, too. And he began to show feelings for her. Even whilst Marcia was pregnant, they couldn’t resist each other; Marcia being the only half of the couple that was wolf most nights made for a wild experience.
Perhaps the transformation and pregnancy were beginning to control her mind – or Nate was hypnotising her again.
As the life inside her grew, so did her love for it – and after giving birth to three healthy pups, she didn’t care that she didn’t turn back – having six tits made it easier to feed three small, hairy creatures.
After a year, they’d lose their permanent wolf form, and turn into one every full moon. And Marcia was released from her permanent wolf form after she stopped breastfeeding her pups – but by then, she had already become pregnant with the next batch.
She and Nate moved away from the big city, back to the community Nate had grown up in – Marcia would spend the rest of her life as his mate among his pack, whether in her wolf form or human form. They never officially married – but their bond through their three litters was enough for the pack to acknowledge that they belonged together.
From what would be a quick one-night stand, they formed a permanent, life-long bond. Funny how life can turn out that way.
