One Night With Werewolf

Something I’d started just because werewolves existed in the Ghetto Goblinverse for a while but I never really addressed them outside the recent Monster Essay. They’re physically dangerous but basically as harmless as anyone else, if a little dopey while they’re changed. So I felt like a random step into a guy who’s dating a werewolf and what that’s like.

Fortunately, we had a glitch at work so my workload held off long enough for me to finish this off. Thanks for bearing with me while I’m writing at a slower pace. It sucks -,-.

“No, no. It’s just genetic,” Frieda explained. She sat on the bed, patiently explaining some ground rules to her boyfriend. She had been dating Kurt for a few weeks now and had finally agreed to spend the night at his place. They had their heated makeouts, and while Frieda was no virgin it was her first time with him. It was always hard to explain her condition to someone, but she wanted to spell it out beforehand while they were still sitting on her bed.

“So… are you mentally all there when it happens? Or do you kind of seizure out or something?”

“No, it’s me. I’m totally there. All my memories and feelings are still there, just… with a filter.” She gestured around her head to indicate her brain. “There’s the other part that gets in the way.”

“That’s not so bad, I guess. For a curse.”

Frieda bit her lip and raised her hands defensively. 

“Okay. I like to think of it as a condition rather than a curse. Not a handicap. Lycanthropy is a perfectly manageable disease these days with some basic foresight and precautions. It just… might slip out when I get really excited.”

“Right,” Kurt said, nodding carefully. “I didn’t mean anything. Seriously. You’re great, Free. I am totally fine with this. ...surprised, maybe. Just that I would have thought it would come up earlier…”

“It’s a lot of baggage,” Frieda said with a frowning shrug. “It’s not the best first impression, even in this day and age. It’s almost like coming out to say I’ve secretly been an ogre this whole time.”

“It’s not that bad. Seriously,” Kurt assured her as he put a hand on her lap. Frieda was a girl with bushy red hair and some light freckled around her nose and cheeks. She had dressed down to some old shorts and tank top for their special night. She wasn’t especially tall or athletic, and kind of small-chested. She still had a small amount of muscle that stood out whenever she’d brush back her hair or clench a nervous fist. Kurt sat by her in just his jeans as he took it all in.

“Really not a big deal?” Frieda asked.

“Of course.”

“And you still wanna do this?” she pressed.

“Yea. Why not? It’s still safe, right?”

Frieda pursed her lips and didn’t answer right away. Kurt furrowed his brow.

“Yes!” Frieda blurted. “But I just want to be safe.” Before Kurt could mention she already took birth control potions, she reached into her dresser draw and took out a rattling bottle of red-brown capsules. WolfBan was written across in stylized letters.

“You should probably pop a wolfsbane capsule. That should keep you clear from any bites or scratches that might happen.”

“Oh…” Kurt said as he carefully took the bottle. “So that time we split a soda…”

“It only spreads when I’m big and furry. You should be safe so far.” A few generations ago, there had been no end to the testing on the spread of lycanthropy to figure out what did and didn’t qualify. Personally, she had no idea how some people lived in their wolf forms all their lives.

Kurt shrugged and swallowed his literal bitter pill.

“I know,” Frieda said at his grimace. “It tastes like a Switch cartridge. Thank you so much for being cool with this.”

“It’s alright. I loved you with fur or without. Here I thought you couldn’t look any cuter.”

The redhead giggled and leaned into him, kissing him on the lips. They traded a few kisses before he leaned into her, squeezing her shoulders and kissing her more firmly. She moaned and started to grind her hips against him as his hands went to cup her toned and perky ass. He slid down her shorts and started to rub between her legs. Her strong thighs closed around his hand as she purred into his mouth, shifting her hips to let him strip her of her shorts.

“Feels good,” she sighed as his strong hands ran over her hips. She ran her hands down his chest before starting to undo his pants. Kurt probably wouldn’t have noticed without her mentioning her lycanthropy, but she was sniffing curiously as she started to tug down his pants.

“Shirt,” she mused softly.

“Mmhm,” Kurt muttered as he slid his hand under her shirt, starting to grope one of her breasts. While she arched her back and rolled her hips, she bit her lip with some slightly sharper teeth than he recognized on her.

“No. Dude,” Frieda pressed more sternly. There was a gleam of gold coloring that tinted her widening eyes. “Get my top off. Now.”

Kurt hurried to obey, grabbing and yanking it off over her head. Frieda was breathing deeply now but in heavy, chesty sighs rather than curious sniffing. He could feel her body tense and swell beneath him, her lean muscles bulging and suddenly sprouting a sleek but soft coat of fur. There was a visceral cracking noise as her bones grew longer and thicker and her cute face sprouted fangs and a snout instead of freckles. Her ears swept back into her hair, emerging as wider canine ears. She took a deep breath and seemed to never let it go as he found himself boosted higher on the bed by a few inches. A broad and clawed hand grabbed his arm as it squeezed him harder than he knew she was capable of. Even her breasts puffed up and pushed out, mashing against his chest as she went from a humble B to a broad D-pushing-E cup. She had effectively She Hulked right in front of him, standing seven and a half feet tall and built like a curvy, fuzzy weightlifter.

Frieda looked up at him vacantly for a moment. It was hard to read her expression as he got used to the fact that he was laying on top of a werewolf. When he focused on her eyes, though, they seemed nearly unchanged. There was just that small streak of gold in one corner that stood out against the solid green.

“You still with me?” Kurt asked carefully.

“Yup!” Frieda chirped cheerily. It made him shiver to hear her voice coming out of her new body. It was completely the same. Possibly a little higher, rather than the gruff growling he was expecting.

“Good… you alright?”

“Definitely, definitely,” Frieda assured him. Her muzzle twitched as she clearly sniffed the room a few more times. “It looks worse than it feels. I’m just totally like… pffpt.”

The she-wolf stuck out her tongue to make a little fart noise.

“Numb as fuck when that happens. So how you doing?”

“Goooood…” Kurt was still sizing her up. She seemed a lot more relaxed and loose than she was even a few minutes ago. She pushed her warm, wet nose into his chest and neck as she started sniffing him, especially lingering near his groin. He snickered as her smooth fur started to brush against his front.

“What are you even doing?” he asked.

“Nothin’,” she chirped as she pushed her face and chest further into his body. It was hard to tell while on top of her, but her legs and torso had grown longer as well. “But damn, dude. Did you always smell this good?”

“Just a new bodywash.”

“I like it,” Frieda said as she pressed more firmly against him. Her furry but solid body pushed him off with ease between the muscle and her big cushy tits. She turned the tables easily as she was suddenly laying on top of him, burying him in her furry body and plump tits. Kurt’s nose curled in anticipation but she didn’t even have the wet dog smell he was expecting. It was still Frieda’s, but… more of it. It went right to his brain in what he could only think of as primal, raw, unfiltered Frieda. She braced her thick-fingered paws on his shoulders as she sniffed him over, clearly even more interested in his scent than he was. Frieda seemed to settle for leaning over Kurt as she buried her nose in his hair, sniffing deeply to drink in his scent. On top of being a pretty intimate position in general, it shoved her breasts into his face. Her new fur coat wasn’t enough to hide the fact that her stiff nipples were poking him in the face. Letting herself change like this seemed to have wildly loosened her up.

With her heavy chest in his face, Kurt adjusted his head so he could wrap his mouth around one of her fluffy breasts. It was too big for him to fit entirely, but just catching the hard nipple in her mouth made her give a throaty growl. Her newly acquired muscles shifted around on top of him, pressing her weight down on him as he felt her tail wagging against his legs.

“Ohhh fuck you’re the best,” she muttered through her lips and fangs. Even the mild rubbing and teasing as he explored her powerful beast body was making her awakened senses go wild. Her ears folded back as she shifted slowly to one side. Her breast popped almost reluctantly from his mouth, bobbing back into place as she laid on her back. She stared at him expectantly with her gold-tinted eyes. Kurt followed her lead as he ran his hand up her muscular thigh where the fur was thinner, finally pressing his fingers inside her pussy. Frieda gave a needy whine as his fingers went inside her slit. She was clearly deeper and looser than most girls he’d been with, presumably from the transformation more than her own anatomy. She was also soaking wet to the point that the fur around her groin was damp an inch in either direction.

“Oh god… yes, mate,” she muttered softly as her claws raked over the bedsheets. It left long, neat cuts in the fabric as Kurt fingered her softly, feeling around inside her as he rubbed over her broad chest with his other hand.

Finally feeling the courage and arousal to do so, he leaned far enough upward to kiss her. It worked out better than he’d expected. Frieda was using a lot of tongue as she rolled it around inside his mouth, but it wasn’t the sloppy dog licks he was expecting. Her lips were very controlled compared to most dogs, which he supposed explained how she spoke so clearly. They puckered and curled like a person’s, so apart from the bump of her damp nose against his it was much like kissing her normally. Just bigger and fluffier. Most things were turning out that way, by the looks of it.

Even with the fur covering most of her, Kurt could feel her thick muscles tensing as her body writhed. He could see Frieda’s wide eyes staring at him as she whimpered into his mouth, spreading her legs hopefully as her tail wagged like crazy. Her strong hand ran up his side, making his skin tingle with the fine fur of her fingertips and the gentle slide of the dull edges of her claws. He could see it wasn’t long before the moment of truth.

When she finally parted her lips from him, she laid her head back and batted her eyes at him.

“Mount me, alpha,” she moaned. “Please, baby…”

It was certainly hard to pass up an offer like that. Kurt had to do a bit of climbing to get over her muscular leg and broad body, but he soon got himself mounted on her as best he could. It wasn’t that different from mounting any other woman beyond the fact that she was a plenty loose fit and his head only came up to her upper chest. It was an intimidating experience, but it was becoming clear that all her senses were sharper in her werewolf state. Frieda gasped as soon as he entered her, arching her back to thrust her hips and lower body back at him. It was fierce enough that it pushed Kurt back out of her and back on his ass.

“Shit, I’m so sorry,” she muttered quickly, but she was clearly more turned on than embarrassed. “That just felt so good. You have no idea… I’m so fucking into your smell right now. I’ll behave. I’m sorry, alpha.”

“You keep calling me that,” Kurt pointed out, but he smile as he ran a hand over her inner thigh. Frieda immediately mewled and parted the legs that looked like they could crush his head if she wanted. “You really gonna be a good girl?” He could see her tail wag immediately at the term.

“Well, um…” she said meekly. “I will if you uh… can you check the middle drawer for me?”

Kurt pulled open the side table near him, wondering what kind of sex toy or kink would be in there. There was a very large pink collar with a brass heart on the front.

“I think it’s just psychological, but… yea,” Frieda said. Her face broke into an excited grin, a strange mix of her actually curling lips and her mouth opening enough for her panting tongue to hang out. “Can you please put it on?”

Kurt could feel her swallow as he clipped it onto her. Frieda used the collar when she was trying to do work around the house in her beast form. She talked to a few werewolves and most of them agreed that wearing some sort of clothing, whether it was a collar or a comically large trench coat, helped ground them and their overcharged emotions and senses. Now Kurt could feel her tail beating like a helicopter blade between her legs, confirming the excitement that her wide eyes and anxious lick of her jaws suggested.

When Kurt mounted up again, she whined and whimpered. Her strong thighs squeezed around him to trap him inside her, but she didn’t buck. She clawed at the bedspread some more and watched him excitedly as she let him mate her. Her breasts bobbed beneath his groping arms, huffing with her heavy breaths that tried to steady herself but just kept sucking down his scent like a desperately needed drug. She would lean up to sniff his body or lick his face or chest, but she behaved like she’d promised. Keeping her urges in check was a challenge but that just made her hornier to be rode by her smaller mate.

Kurt finally went for it as he tugged on her collar.

“You like that, good girl?” he asked softly. Frieda gave a low moan that turned into a growl.

“Yes, alpha. Yes, baby,” she rambled back quickly. His cock slid easily into her loose and wet slit, finally finding and pumping against her clit.

“You like being alpha’s bitch?”

“Yes! I have the best alpha!” Frieda mewled as she buried her claws into the bed. “Fuck me good, alpha!”

“That’s a good girl.” When Frieda came in for another tonguey kiss, Kurt ran his hands between her ears. He’d grown up with dogs so he knew how to pet one, and the same method just got Frieda’s eyes to glaze over as she moaned. It wasn’t that she was especially sensitive to it, since she had fully functioning hands of her own. Frieda just loved the idea of being this powerful and high on her constant adrenaline drip while her boyfriend treated her like something between a bimbo and a puppy.

“Who’s a good girl?”

“I’m a horny fucking good girl!” Frieda grunted. Kurt felt her thighs tense as she fought the urge to hump back. Her body shuddered and he felt a warm, submissive orgasm run over his cock and down her leg. Her whines came out louder and sharper, more canine as her tail dipped between her legs to brush against his.

“Yes! Yes! Please take me, alpha!” she pleaded, sounding only hornier after the first orgasm.

“I thought I was,” he chuckled breathlessly, his cock still throbbing inside her.

“I mean the real way. Uh… like, my way.”

Kurt was like any man. He didn’t think the best with most of his blood in his dick. Still, the pieces fit together and he buried his hands in the thicker fur that was once her hair.

“Roll over like a good bitch.”

Frieda didn’t need to be told twice. She squealed with excitement as she lifted him off her, rolling over quickly and moving to all fours. She leaned her upper body down, squashing her breast against the lightly shredded bedsheets and raising her tail. She presented her tightly puckered ass and open, dripping pussy to him, the tail still faintly wagging while staying perkily upright.

Kurt took her by the tail and thrust into her from behind. Frieda gave a short howl of pleasure. A genuine howl too. She raised her head and gave a piercing, bestial cry as he slid easily inside her, pushing right past her clit from base to tip. It was nice to have a handle and her toned ass to push up against, but it was obvious why the Amazonian werewolf wanted this position. On top of just being demeaning, anyway.

Kurt fucked her from behind, looking down her furry muscular back as Frieda lost control. Her claws dug into the bed as she gave a rapid chorus of whines and howls, letting him pull on her firmly rooted tail as a lever to plow into her. Her pussy was running buckets of warm juices down his lap as her solid body provided a wall of muscle for him to press against, her muscular back as steady as any table.

“Yes! Yes! Thank you, alpha! Feel so good!” she managed to ramble out between her canine noises. She broke into a high-pitched growl as her dual instincts clashed for a moment. “Fuck your good girl. Mate me full of puppies like a good bitch!”

Kurt slapped her on her muscular ass, and she gave a huge yelp of excitement. Given how firm her ass felt, there was little doubt that it hadn’t hurt her. He grabbed and pulled at her hair to push himself as deep as he could go, getting a witlessly horny moan from the werewolf. The firm pull made his ferally horny girlfriend break into a long, low growl that made her tensed body vibrate. The growl grew in pitch until she broke into a full-fledged howl, throwing her head back as her pussy clenched. It squeezed tightly around his cock, seeming to lock him inside her as orgasm flooded a strong current of clear, warm juices.

With her grasping pussy almost jerking him off and her muscular hips ramming into him like they were demanding his cum, Kurt let out a deep grunt as he emptied his balls into Frieda’s needy pussy. He collapsed against her ass, and even with her murring and reeling from the orgasm she was solid enough to hold him up.

“That’s sooooo good,” she mumbled. “So fucking good.” She was a mess of drool and cum and tattered sheets. Her tail was wagging around like crazy against his chest, and he wondered if he’d ever be so lucky as to play poker against a werewolf with such an easy tell.

“Glad you liked. It was really… weird. But great. Mostly great.”

Frieda giggled and turned to bat her gold-tinted eyes at him. “Thanks. Same, really. It was super fun…”

Kurt tried to ease himself out of her, just to find that her pussy was still clenched around him. He tried to give a firmer pull but quickly regretted that as his tender dick throbbed from the effort.

“Ooh!” Frieda squeaked in matching surprise. “Yea, not yet.”

“Not yet?”

“Nah, cuz we lock up when we’re finished mating,” she explained. “Not always easy for us in this mode, so we get a little help holding us together. So we’re gonna be here a couple minutes.”

The she-wolf bit her lip as she smiled warmly at him. “So… see any good movies lately?”