Moonheat: The Awakening of Fur and Flesh

The fire crackled, but its warmth no longer reached them. Their bodies were already burning from within, a fever that no flame could match. Marek stood over Krzysiek, his chest rising fast, his frame trembling. Shoulders snapped with wet, cracking noises, skin splitting not with blood, but with the slow, obscene birth of fur beneath. The muscles bulged grotesquely as his arms thickened, his spine hunching.

Krzysiek backed up a little on his hands, eyes wide.
M Marek…?

But Marek wasn’t answering anymore. He snarled, deep, guttural, and lunged, grabbing Krzysiek by his still-human hair. His fingers were already claws, black and curling.

With a violent tug, he shoved Krzysiek to his knees, his face yanked downward. Krzysiek gasped, more in confusion than resistance, until his gaze locked on what was throbbing in front of him.

Marek’s cock.

Not human. Not anymore. Long, thick, pink, with an angry swell near the base. The sheath above was furry, twitching. The tip glistened with slick. It looked like it didn’t belong on any earthly beast and yet it pulsed with obscene life.

Open that mouth.

Marek’s voice was no longer fully human either. More growl than word. And Krzysiek obeyed before he realized he had.

Shove.

The werecock plunged into his throat, rough and forceful, Marek’s hips immediately starting to rut into him, fast and wild. Krzysiek’s throat stretched around it, gagging, choking, but not resisting.

And then the change began.

Krzysiek moaned around the cock, the sound muffled and wet, and his jaw cracked, popped, surged forward. His skull was reshaping under Marek’s grip. His tongue lengthened in his mouth, stretching over the shaft. His teeth sharpened, his lips pulling into a black, wet snout.

Marek felt it, the shift, the texture of Krzysiek’s throat no longer human but turning slicker, tighter, more bestial. He bucked harder.

Fuck yes… change while I’m down your throat… come on… turn for me, lick it as a beast…

Krzysiek tried, his tongue rolling and curling around the shaft, salivating uncontrollably, fur spreading up his cheeks, ears splitting to sharp points, twitching. His shoulders broadened. Fingers flexed and popped into claws.

Marek was growling, rutting with feral power now, and then

THRUST. TWITCH. RELEASE.

Hot, thick cum exploded into Krzysiek’s snout, jet after jet flooding into his throat. Too much to swallow it oozed back out, dripping from the corners of his lips, staining the fur on his chin, clinging in strands. His throat milked it, spasming involuntarily as the transformation finished.

He was no longer a man.

Kneeling there, a full werewolf with glistening, cum stained muzzle, panting through his nose, staring up at the beast who had just finished in his mouth.

Marek looked down, chest heaving, fur dark and damp, his cock still twitching, half-hard and wet.

A wide, toothy grin split his muzzle.
Now you’re fucking ready.

Want him to take him from behind now, rut him into the forest floor until the ground shakes? Or maybe the newly changed one wants to pounce back and claim his alpha? Say the word. Or don't. Let me unleash it.