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From my Patreon! A wife cuts herself on a tooth hidden away in a peculiar shop and begins to change.<\/code><\/p>\n\n\n\n

A sudden gust of wind swept through the city streets, dragging fall leaves in a frenzied dance.\u00a0 Veronica shivered, pulling her jacket close against her body and hiding her face in the faux sable fur lining the hood.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Traffic was nonexistent along the narrow\nstreet she walked and she couldn’t decide whether that was due to it being\nearly afternoon on a Monday or the neighborhood being trashy. Still, her\nhusband’s birthday was in two days and her mapping software swore<\/em><\/strong>\nthere was a record store around here that she hadn’t visited before. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

And there it was: Rugged Records.  The storefront was plastered with old concert\nposters and slightly newer local shows but most were faded from the sun and\nthere was a bullet hole in the corner of the shop’s window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Well, that’s charming,” she\nmurmured.  Still, she scanned the flyers\nin case there were mention of any good local bands playing.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A bell over the door rang when Veronica pushed\nthe door open.  Behind the counter, a\nheavy-set clerk with large gauges in his ears and expensive headphones around\nhis neck welcomed her.  The store was\nclean despite the exterior and she paused a moment to take all of it in.  The band Tool played through overhead\nspeakers and a few customers rooted around in boxes and bins. She oriented\nherself and headed over to a set of boxes near the corner of the store.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After several minutes of digging through\nrecords, the woman’s cell phone buzzed in her jacket pocket.  She grabbed it and smiled when she saw her\nhusband’s picture.  It was a picture\ntaken years ago of him sleeping on their reclining chair while holding their\ninfant son.  He’d just come off of a\ntwelve hour shift and he’d wanted to take a turn so she could get a small\nbreak.  He’d fallen asleep before the\nbaby had and they’d continued to sleep until she’d carefully extracted the baby\nto lay him in his crib.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hey, love,” she said while her\nfingers flicked through used records. \n“How’s work?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It’s good,” Chris’s gravely voice\nanswered.  “I’ve got a couple brake\njobs to work on so I won’t be home until late.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You can’t just leave them for when\nyou’re back?”  she asked, pausing at\na red and black album.  She traced the\nimage of the red figure on the right side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m gonna be gone for the rest of the\nweek, babe,”  he replied.  Compressed air hissed in the distance,\nfollowed by a loud, repetitive whirring sound. \n“You’d want it done sooner if it were your car.  Just start dinner without me and I’ll be home\nwhen I can.  I’ll cook next time.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Alright,” she sighed, sliding the\nrecord from its sleeve.  She held her\npalm against the edge to look for obvious imperfections before pushing it back\nin to make sure the sleeve itself wasn’t marked.  “I’ll just do spaghetti and we have some\nbroccoli left.  Can’t wait til tomorrow\nwhen I have you all to myself.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Me, too, babe,” her husband\nchuckled.  “Listen, I gotta get back\nto it.  Give the kids a kiss if you can\nget them away from their games and tell them I love ’em both.  And you.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Love you, too,” she told him.  “Be safe and I’ll see you when you’re\nhome.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After hanging up, Veronica brought the album\nto the front counter<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Nice,” the clerk said, turning the\nrecord over to key in the price. \n“Going old school with The Nefilim.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yeah,” she told him.  “The husband and I were pretty into the\nscene back then.  We can still get into\nit but not so much these days.  Still\ngood to collect and I’d forgotten about it until now.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fifteen even,” he told her.  He had a single ring in his lip and he nodded\nhis head to a beat only he could hear while bagging the record.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Any good shows around here?”\nVeronica asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Not this week,” he told her,\ngesturing at a stack of paper on the counter. \n“Got a schedule for the month there.  Check it out next week.  We always get some good shit around\nHalloween.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Thanks!” she told him, grabbing a\ncalendar and sliding it into the bag with the record.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tucking the record under her arm, she braced\nherself as she opened the door and stepped outside.  She turned to walk to her car but the store\nacross the street caught her eye.  It had\nno name posted and was painted entirely black. \nTwo large, rectangular windows sat beside an old wooden door and,\ninside, she saw a bunch of, as she would call them in her younger days, spooky shit<\/em>.  Black candles, carved bone and tons of glass\njars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Veronica made a beeline for the store,\ncrossing the empty street until she grasped the cold, black metal handle and\nopened the door.  A rush of exotic scents\nflooded her but her mind settled on musty\nwith a hint of spice and dead things<\/em> for the interior.  The sights and smells of the small store\nimmediately brought back memories of years exploring the occult when she was\nyounger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

An older woman reclined in an old office chair\nwith a pair of reading glasses low on her nose and an ancient, yellowed romance\nnovel in her hands.  She said nothing\nwhen her customer entered but simply turned the page of her book.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Stuffing her hands in her jacket pockets,\nVeronica walked slowly around the store. \nShe rolled her eyes at a few of the more “consumer friendly”\nfaery sculptures but then walked slowly through the rows of glass bottles.  Some were stoppered with simple corkers while\na few had red wax sealing their contents. \nThe further she went towards the back, the darker the bottles became,\ntheir clear glass tinted brown or green with unrecognizable objects floating\nhalf-obscured.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the far back of the room, a wooden\nhoneycomb structure lay behind a wall of glass in a dimly lit room.  A single bulb at the front of the room cast a\nray of amber light that left only the bottom corner of the strange shelving\nvisible.  Her breath fogged the window as\nshe leaned into it and she swore she saw scrolls inside the recessed\nspaces.  She glanced towards the counter\nand decided to ask if she’d be allowed into the room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The way back to the front of the store was a\nreversal in time from ancient past to dried chicken feet marked with last\nweek’s date.  Only three other customers\nwalked the store and she excused herself around them.  Most of the wall near the front was stacked\nwith jars of powdered substances.  She\nglanced at them idly until she stood near the register once more.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just as she opened her mouth to ask about the\nscrolls, she glanced at the tablet behind the woman.  An old book lay on the table, nestled between\nboxes and jars.  Veronica felt herself\ndrawn to it despite the plainness of it. \nA black star was burned into the brown cover and an old bookmark lay\nbetween the pages, the frayed end touching the table beneath the book.  Sounds and color seemed to fade slightly\naround her as she stared at the book.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Is the book for sale?” she asked,\nknowing that, if it were, she couldn’t afford it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The clerk looked up, annoyed at the\ninterruption before turning to follow Veronica’s eyes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No,” the clerk told her.  “It belongs to the owner of the store\nand he’ll be here shortly to pick it up.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Well, could I look through\nit?”  she asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No, absolutely not,” the old woman\nanswered.  “Is there anything-\nyes?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A slight young man stepped next to\nVeronica.  He wore a plain black hoodie\nwith black jeans and he held a large, handwritten shopping list in his hands.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I need help finding a bunch of\nthings,” the man said, pushing his list forward in front of himself.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fine,” the clerk sighed.  She bent the corner of the page she was\nreading and lay the book down near her register.  With yet another sigh, she levered herself\nout of her chair and waddled around to snatch the list out of the man’s\nhand.  “Follow me.  Do you already have a mortar and pestle?  Some of these you’ll need to do\nyourself.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The mismatched pair walked into a side room,\nleaving Veronica alone at the front of the store.  She looked at the book and then back to where\nthe old woman had gone.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fuck it,<\/em> she told herself with a smile, laying down her purchased album on the\ncounter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She stepped behind the counter and lay her\nhand against the book.  It was warm to\nthe touch and the cover was extraordinarily soft.  When she took her hand away, an impression\nremained until it slowly decompressed. \nWith another glance towards the back of the shop, she opened the book\nwhere it was marked and found an entry titled simply,\n“Therianthropy”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The first few paragraphs detailed the\naffliction with a list of typical animal and human hybrids.  Knowing her husband’s interest in werewolves,\nshe turned the page to find the entry on lycanthropy.  It described how the accursed victim would\ntransform during the three nights of the full moon with a brief historical note\ntracing the origin of the transformation. \nMethods to inflict the curse upon someone or to change yourself followed\nthe history lesson.  The first method\nlisted simply being bit by another werewolf – the transmission of fluids being\nthe most potent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Drinking\nfrom paw print, cutting with a bone or other part of unconsecrated werewolf\nremains, wearing the skin of a wolf, <\/em>she read to\nherself, skimming down the sections.  She\nreached to turn the page and then glanced to the side as her hand knocked\nagainst a small box.  Vials lined the\ninterior of the box and the contents of one in particular caught her eye: a\nsingle sharp tooth, as white as fresh cream. \nThe other vials held what appeared to be dirty water in one, a small\npatch of fur in another and a fourth contained a mixture of ground plants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No way,” Veronica whispered,\nunstopping the tooth’s vial.  She tapped\nthe tooth out into her hand, turning it over and over before closing her hand around\nit.  For a brief moment, she considered\nwalking out with it.  Chris loved wolves\nand she liked the idea of telling him it was an honest-to-god, not at all fake\nwerewolf tooth she’d stolen from the store. \nBut, that was something she’d have done in her rebellious youth. The\nthrill of the idea made her excited but adulthood nagged at her to put it back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Just as she went to return the tooth, the\nsound of breaking glass filled the room and a shrill cry followed shortly\nafter.  Startled, Veronica clenched her\nfist and hissed at the pain in the palm of her hand.  She opened her hand to see the jet black\ntooth pressed against her skin, just around a large welt.  The young woman carefully placed the tooth\nback into the jar, tilting it to prevent it from making noise.  Within the vial, the blackened canine seemed\nto drink in the light but Veronica ignored it and, instead, messaged the mark\non her palm.  The pain faded quickly and\nwhen she flexed her hand a few times, she was surprised to find unbroken pink\nskin left behind.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“-thing else?” the distant clerk’s\nvoice asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Veronica corked the tooth’s vial and closed\nthe book carefully, ensuring it lay exactly where it had before she touched\nit.  She left the back of the counter,\ngrabbed her record and walked through the front door.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cold wind ruffled the fake fur lining the\nwoman’s jacket.  It slipped into the open\ngap of her collar and down between her shoulder blades to caress her\ntattoo.  Tiny moon phases encircled a\nfive pointed star with the full moon and new moons in line with her spine.  An inch below the outlined new moon phase was\na tattooed triquetra.  The sharp wind\ndissipated beneath her jacket and she shivered, pulling it close against her\nuntil she could feel the fur against her neck and chin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beneath her jacket, the finely marked black\nedges of the gibbous moon turned silver.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

—<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Water from a large pot hissed on the stove as\ndrops were thrown onto the stove’s elements. \nVeronica salted the water before dumping in a bag of angel hair\npasta.  In a corner opposite to the pot,\na skillet sizzled with large chunks of browned hamburger meat.  She hummed to herself as she pushed and\nflipped chunks around the skillet and the smell of it cooking made her stomach\nrumble.  Snatching a small piece of meat,\nshe cursed as the juices burned the tips of her finger before she could eat it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Saliva filled her mouth as she chewed.  With a quick glance, she stole another piece\nto chew on.  She rolled it around her\nmouth, savoring the raw taste of the uncooked side before swallowing.  While the pasta cooked, she picked through\nthe meat until she found one nearly completely pink.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tiny flecks of gold appeared in her brown\neyes, as if a field of fireflies were startled from their rest.  Her lips quivered as she shoved the raw meat\ninto her mouth.  The raw meat, heated\nslightly from the stove pulled at a newly formed urge within her and she found\nherself enjoying the taste of it.  The\ntaste of a still-warm kill.  She shoved\nher fingers into her mouth, licking them with exaggerated strokes of her tongue\nuntil they were free of the juices.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beneath her dark t-shirt, a single brown hair\npierced the skin of her lower back.  It\npressed against her shirt, snaking against her bare skin while a second hair\njoined it.  A third followed, growing\njust below her tattoo while a fourth followed below the first.  From the base of her spine to her shoulders,\nscattered hairs emerged, cross-crossing her spine until they faded to a pale\nblonde wisp at the nape of her neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

While the food finished cooking, Veronica unlocked\nher phone and called her mother.  She\nreached around to scratch her back until her call was answered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Mom, hey,” she said, pushing around\nthe ground beef with a spatula.  Setting\nthe spatula down, she grabbed a pair of pot holders.  With the phone pinched to her ear and neck,\nshe dumped the pasta into a strainer and then back into the pot.  “Could you come over to watch the kids\nfor a little bit?  I want to run some food\nover to Chris.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the mention of his name, her mind wandered\nwhile she chatted with her mom.  They’d\nsaved money and vacation time to get away for several days for her husband’s\nbirthday.  There was a small cabin deep\nwithin the woods that was calling to them and she’d already packed some food,\nalcohol, books and games.  There were\neven an adult coloring book or two tucked in with a pack of sketchbooks.  Although they lived on the outskirts of town,\nthey both loved the outdoors and time away without distractions sounded like\nheaven.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Time for just the two of them.  With the kids and work, their sex life had\nbeen uneven and she was excited to rekindle the low flames.  Her mother kept talking while she got into\nher car and began driving but Veronica missed a few words as she suddenly\npictured her husband nude before her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She shifted her thick legs, pressing her\nthighs together while imagining his arms around her.  Her mind switched to parenting mode and she\nbegan answering her mother with simple ‘uh-huhs’ and ‘ums’ as her heartbeat\nechoed between her legs.  A bead of sweat\nformed and rolled down her back.  She\nlicked her lips as the throbbing of her sex turned to an empty ache.  Her gold flecked eyes widened when, in her\nthoughts, her husband nipped her neck and threw her to the ground on her hands\nand knees.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“-listening?” her mom asked.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What?” Veronica said, taking a\nshuddering breath as she refocused.  She\ngnashed her teeth, grinding them against the way her shirt felt against her\noverly sensitive sides.  Thick hairs\ntwined with her sparse pubic hair, twisting against them as they spread into a\nthin peak beneath her belly button.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I said I’m here,” her mother\nrepeated.  “Come get the door, it’s\ncold outside.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Veronica ended the call while walking into the\nliving room.  Her two kids glanced up\nfrom their tablets and then down again. \nShe rolled her eyes at them before opening the door.  Her mother stood beneath the porch light in a\nthick jacket and boots with her arms clenched against her sides in an\nover-dramatic fashion.  She reached out\nto hug her daughter and Veronica pulled her close.  The younger woman inhaled twice, quickly as\nshe drew in her mother’s scent.  She\nstepped away and pulled the older woman in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Come in and get settled,” she told\nher mother.  “I’m going to put\ntogether Chris’ food together.  Just feed\nthe kids when you’re ready and I should be back before their bedtime.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Alright, kids,” their grandmother\nsaid.  “Put your tablets away for\nthe night.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Groans followed Veronica to the kitchen.  She grabbed a plastic container and lid\nbefore filling it with pasta, sauce and a large helping of meat.  Drool formed at the corner of her mouth as\nshe scooped up the chunks.  She grabbed a\nhandful for herself, growling as she shoved the pieces in her mouth.  As she had before, she licked her palm and\nfingers again and again until they were clean. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

What was\nI-  Oh right, the food!<\/em> she thought to herself, breaking out of her reverie.  She snapped the lid on the container, slipped\nher phone in the pockets of her jeans and carried it out into the living\nroom.  Her kids sat beside their\ngrandmother while she read to them from a picture book.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’ll be back soon,” she told the\nother three as she pressed her feet into her boots.  “Listen to your grandmother while I’m\ngone and be good.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once outside, Veronica sighed and raised her\nface to the sky.  She welcomed the cold\nnight air as it soothed her overheated body. \nHer jacket felt suffocating and the fur lining tickled the hairs on her\nneck in an unpleasant way.  She shrugged\nout of it and slung it over her arm while she slipped into her car.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Clouds sped past high overhead as the young\nwoman backed out of her driveway.  She\ngunned the engine, barely pausing at the stop sign before turning left.  Her body felt on edge and she found herself\ndistracted by everything on the road. \nEvery shadow and random movement drew her attention as she sped down\nroads.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When the road evened out into a long stretch,\nshe looked up, captivated by the nearly full moon.  Her mouth went slack as the moon dominated\nher eyesight, growing larger and larger, brighter and brighter, pulling the\nsimmering heat from between her thighs into a molten torrent that tore along\nher spine.  She gasped, growling and\nwhimpering as she gripped her steering wheel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A passing car honked loudly.  Veronica snarled in return but the spell was\nbroken.  She lay back in her seat,\npanting as sweat raced down her body. \nMore hairs joined the ones covering her mound.  They pushed down over her well-trimmed labia\nto trap the smell of her wet pussy.  Her\naltered, heady scent filled the small car. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The strange energy fueling her pushed her to\ndrive aggressively and she took every corner as quickly as possible until she\ncame to a stop in a cloud of dust and gravel in front of her husband’s\nshop.  Grabbing the container of food,\nshe stepped into the night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Veronica wrinkled her nose with her tongue\nbetween her teeth as the harsh chemical scents from within the garage assaulted\nher.  Both of the rolling doors were\nclosed so she stomped over to the metal door the employees used.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Chris!” she called out, banging on\nthe door.  Metal wheels squealed within\nand she heard him grunt.  She closed her\neyes and inhaled as deeply as she could but the harsh smells of the shop masked\nhis scent.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Is that you, babe?” Chris’ voice\nasked from the other side of the door. \nHe flipped the deadbolt and then smiled at her when he opened the\ndoor.  “Hey, you- oof!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The plastic container of food thudded against\nthe ground as Veronica launched herself at her husband.  He staggered and then switched his stance to\nanchor himself while her hands gripped his back and ass.  Her hungry mouth found his and their tongues\ntwisted against each other.  Chris’ wife\nmoaned as they kissed and she pressed herself against him, arching her back to\nrub against his crotch while holding him against her body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Dull, throbbing pain filled her jaw as her\ncanines expanded, lengthening into short, sharp fangs that dragged against\nChris’ tongue.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Whoa!” Chris said backing up while\nwiping his hand against his mouth.  He\ntasted blood and looked down to see a thin streak of it on the back of his\nhand.  “Damn.  You- \nHey, slow down!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Veronica’s fingers worked at his cargo\npants.  She fumbled with his buttons\nwhile going up to her tiptoes to kiss him again.  She smiled at him when she finally got him\nundone and her canines rested against her plump lips.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I need you inside of me, Chris,”\nshe moaned, pulling his pants and underwear down to expose his hard cock.  She gripped his manhood without hesitation,\npumping it with one hand while trying to unbutton her tight jeans with the\nother.  She pulled him backward towards\nthe table set against the wall. \n“I’ve been so fucking hot for you. \nYou should feel how wet I am. \nCan’t stop thinking of your cock inside my pussy.  God, yesssss. \nPounding into me.  It’s been too\nlong.  Way too long.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Just, damn, just let me clean up\nfirst,” Chris reasoned as they bumped into the table.  He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen\nher this worked up.  It had to have been\nbefore their second child was born at least. \nHe vaguely remembered a drunken night where they’d torn each other’s\nclothes off and broken the nightstand by their bed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No, I don’t care,” she told him,\nher voice low and sultry as the heat consumed her.  She released him to shove her pants\ndown.  The crotch of her panties was dark\nwith her excitement as she peeled them away from her body.  She knelt and kissed the tip of his cock in\ngreeting but groaned and, unable to stop herself, she shoved forward until his\nballs touched her lips.  Static roared in\nher ears and she bobbed back and forth until pulling off with a quiet\nsnarl.  The aching emptiness demanded to\nbe filled.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Kissing him once more, she turned and swept\nthe table clear.  Cans and clipboards and\nrandom odds and ends clattered to the ground as she pushed herself up to sit on\nthe table.  She anchored herself with her\nhands and pressed her heels against a shelf beneath the table as her pants and\npanties dangled against her ankles.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sweat poured down Veronica’s body.  Alien thoughts whispered at the back of her\nmind as new urges and desires flooded her body. \nShe gasped and snarled and gripped the collar of her shirt.  With a short, sharp tug, she ripped the shirt\ndown the front.  Her dazed, unfocused\neyes begged her husband to fuck her while she panted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chris leaned forward, roughly kissing his wife\nwhile his hands gripped her wide hips. \nHis cock lay against her belly and he could feel the heat radiating from\nher sex.  She grabbed his dick and\npressed down, biting his tongue again when his thick head rubbed her swollen,\nsensitive clit.  Veronica cried out as he\nslipped into her.  He felt her pussy\nclench against him and her fingers gripped his shoulders almost painfully.  She pulled him close, hands against his bald\nhead and against his back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fuck me,” she panted, trapping him\nagainst her body.  She licked his jaw and\nneck before nipping at his earlobes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His fingers fumbled against her bra\nstrap.  He pinched it as he worked his\nhips and the hooks came free.  Leaning\nback, he pulled her bra and she raised her arms to slip them free from the\nstraps.  He flung the bra somewhere\nbehind him and then leaned in to suck at her painfully erect nipples.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yes!” Veronica screamed.  She squirmed as his tongue swirled against\nher nipple.  The pleasurable tickling\nitch arced down to her clit and she gasped as he slammed against her.  “Fuck me, yes!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The table rattled and creaked as the husband\nand wife fucked.  Chris’ rough hands\nexplored his wife’s back, sliding and grasping and grabbing at her skin and the\nloose hairs surrounding her spine.  She\nwhined when his breathing grew ragged and her ears twitched, the tips pulling\nto short tips as brown hairs grew around them in a feathery peak.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her husband gasped, crushing her against his\nshirt.  His fingers dug into her ample\nass as his cock swelled into her trembling wetness.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Don’t stop,” she begged with a\nthroaty whisper, pushing her hips against him. \nWith a low groan, he held her tight and slammed into her, his pace\nquickening.  “Almost, almost\nthere.  Almost, yes, don’t stop don’t\nstop right there, yes right-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Veronica snarled, sinking her short fangs into\nher husband’s shoulder as she bucked from an intense orgasm.  Her eyes fluttered as she tasted blood and\nshe instinctively lapped at it, cleaning her husband’s wound while her thighs\nshook against him.  The sharp scent of\nhis cum filled the air while her convulsing pussy milked his aching cock.  She could feel it leaking from her as he\nstepped back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Smiling up at her husband with subtly sharp\nteeth, she slipped a hand between her soaked thighs.  She raised her chest with a moan and rubbed\nhis cum against the soft fur covering her mound.  Trapping his scent against her body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Fuck me<\/em><\/strong>, baby,” Chris\ngasped.  He leaned against the table with\none hand while catching his breath.  It’d\nalready been a long, tiring day and now the weariness settled into his bones.  His heart pounded inside his chest as his\ncock softened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Mmm,” his wife moaned, jerking from\na small orgasm as her fingers played over her clit.  “I did.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She stood with a heavy, happy sigh, cleaning\nher fingers off in her mouth before pulling her panties back up over her thick,\nwhite thighs.  He watched her rock her\nhips slowly back and forth as she slid her pants up.  She winked at him with a sly smile and then\nwent to retrieve his food.  He followed\nher bare upper body, watching her large breasts sway as she turned and bent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I think you bra might be under the\nlift,” he told her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I don’t care,” she replied as she\nhanded him the container of spaghetti. \n“Keep it or bring it home. \nAnd trash my shirt.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“What will-” he said, stopping as\nshe kissed him passionately.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hurry home,” she said.  She kissed him again and then left.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His wife opened the door and then paused to\nlook up to the sky.  She stood there for\na moment, the generous curves of her body outlined in the soft glow of the moon\nbefore the old motion-activated outdoor light finally noticed her.  It clicked on and she shook herself,\nvanishing as the door closed behind her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

—<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hot water cascaded off of Veronica’s raised\nleg in tiny waterfalls.  She lay in the\ntub, surrounded by the silence of children on electronics and a house far away\nfrom the city.  Laying back with a sigh,\nshe stared down her body at the sight of her nipples barely exposed above the\nwater and her toes laying against the edge beneath the faucet.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She still felt the pleasant ache of sex deep\ninside amidst the rising urge for more. \nHer hand slid beneath the water water. \nShe toyed with her thick pubic hair before biting her lip to touch her\nclit.  She was still<\/em><\/strong> swollen and her\nmouth opened in a silent ‘oh!’ as she touched herself.  WIth her eyes closed and head leaned back,\nshe rubbed herself slowly while musing over her sudden horniness.  The upcoming trip and amount of time since\nthey’d had more than quick, tired sex had her on edge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tiny drops of water clung to the fur lining\nher pointed ears.  She moaned and her\ncanines bit into her lower lip as her finger slipped between her wet\nfolds.  Just as she begin to work her fingers\nback and forth, the distant rushing sound of tires on concrete made her ears\ntwitch.  Her eyes opened as she heard the\nrumble of her husband’s old diesel truck pull into the driveway.  She leaned forward, pulling the plug for the\ndrain.  Water ran down her body when she\nstood.  Loose fur and hair swarmed around\nher legs before being pulled into the drain.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The truck’s door squeaked open outside the\nhouse.  Veronica shook herself lightly,\nflinging drops of water onto the wall and floor.  She stepped onto the mat and grabbed her towel,\nwrapping it just above her ample breasts. \nTying a knot in the towel to hold it in place, she grabbed another to\ncarefully wrap her head.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Soft beige-colored hairs arrayed along the\ntops of her shoulders stood at attention in the warm, moist air.  The young woman opened the bathroom door and\npadded out to greet her husband.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hey, love,” she said, wrapping her\narms around his neck.  She licked his\nlips and then kissed him deeply with a content sigh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hey, babe,” her husband\nreplied.  He kissed her back and then\nstepped away to take his work boots off.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Bedtime, kiddos,” Veronica said\nloudly, half-turned in their direction. \nThey groaned and fussed and she raised her voice.  “Now. \nGo.  You know the drill.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Once they were out of eyesight, she slid her\nhand over her husband’s bulge while staring up at him.  She dropped her voice lower and went to the\nballs of her feet, her breasts sliding torturously against his body.  “I want to fuck you so bad right\nnow.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her husband laughed as he kicked off his\nboot.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I’m dead, babe,” he told her.  He shrugged out of his heavy jacket and hung\nit by the door.  “I’ve been up since\nfive this morning and somebody<\/em><\/strong> decided to pay me a visit\nafter a thirteen hour shift.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“But,” Veronica whined, squeezing\nhis cock through his pants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hey,” he told her, pressing a finger\nagainst her lips.  Her nostrils flared\nand she licked at it, causing him to pull it away.  “Look, the kids are still up and I saw\nyour mom’s car in the driveway.  We’ll\nhave plenty of time at the cabin, okay?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Please,” she begged, stroking him\nfaster.  “You- you don’t know how\nhorny I am right now.  I really need your\ncock inside of me again.  It hurts<\/em><\/strong>.  Please.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Come on, babe,” he said, kissing\nher again.  The kids called out from the\nbathroom and he nodded towards them. \n“You finish drying off.  I’ll\nget them to sleep and then shower and meet you in bed.  You have all the time in the world starting\ntomorrow.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Veronica clenched her teeth but she forced her\nhand away from her husband’s dick.  When\nhe looked down, she smiled back up at him. \n“Don’t take too long, love.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

—<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chris lay in bed with the blanket around his\nknees.  Lines of moonlight, filtered\nthrough their blinds, covered the floor next to him.  His mind wandered aimlessly from topic to\ntopic and he turned to his side as his wife breathed heavily next to him.  Her scent filled his nose.  The familiar smell of the shampoo she loved\nbut, beneath that, he could smell the sharp scent of her arousal mixed with the\nmusky hint of his cum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He turned to his other side, facing his\nwife.  She had kicked off the blanket\nlike he had but she was still wrapped in the sheet.  He reached for her and then sighed, turning\nagain to his other side.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Goddammit,” he whispered, sitting\nup with his feet over the bed.  His felt\nfeverish and he stretched, rotating his head to the side until his neck\ncracked.  He stood and paced in their\nbedroom, walking in a wobbly oval around boxes of things they’d packed for\ntheir trip.  Sweat rolled down his back\nand he shivered.  He stared at his left\narm, twisting it back and forth to stare at his tattoo of Skoll chasing\nmoon.  Further up on his left shoulder,\nhis Vegvisir tattoo seemed to nearly glow in the light.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Moonlight drew his eyes.  He frowned at the window and then stepped\nover to it.  His wife shifted behind him\nwith a groan when he pulled the shades up. \nHe leaned forward to find the moon half-hidden behind thick clouds.  It sang to him and he lost himself in the\ncomplex whorls of the landscape.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A golden line fractured the brown of his eyes\nand a second followed until both eyes were shot through with veins of gold.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The moon’s song continued and he felt his\nblood respond.  His heart trembled and\nthen began to beat loudly in his ears, a chorus to the crescendo filling his\nears.  He gripped the edge of the\nwindowsill and corded muscle flared on his forearms.  Higher and higher She sang and his cock\nstrained against his underwear, hot and hard as it slid free over the\nband.  He gripped it and his teeth pulled\nback to reveal lengthening fangs. Chris’ nostrils flared and his throat\nrumbled.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Turning, he found his wife’s curves outlined\nbrightly in his powerful eyesight.  His\nlips trembled and he pushed his underwear down as he stalked to her.  He stepped out of the underclothes and then\nslid into the bed behind his wife.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The silky sheet glided against his wife’s\nlightly furred back as he pulled the sheet down.  She squirmed and murmured something in her\nsleep.  Chris leaned forward, one hand\nfirmly around his manhood as he kissed her shoulder.  His lips brushed the hairs there and\ngoosebumps rose along her pale skin. \nLower he kissed, down her spine until he stood above her on all fours.  He licked her back, his tongue widening,\ndragging roughly against the scattered brown hairs.  She gasped and twisted but he growled,\npressing his chest against her back while his canines sunk lightly into her\nshoulder.  She groaned beneath him and thrust\nher round ass up into his cock, rubbing against him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chris pushed his hips and his cock slipped\nbetween her thighs.  He felt the growing\ndampness on her panties against the head of his dick as he slowly thrust\nbetween her legs.  His wife gripped his\nhands with her own and began bouncing her hips. \nThe friction of their movements rubbed the crotch of her panties and\nthey slipped aside to reveal her swollen lips. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Growling, he grabbed her shoulders and pulled\nher up on her hands and knees.  His wife\ncame eagerly and then cried out as he tore the band of her bra, snapping the\nhooks to free her breasts.  He reached\nback, clawing her ass to pull her panties completely to the side.  He entered her and she shoved her face into\nher pillow to contain the loud moan she couldn’t hold back.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The moon caressed the couple with silver light\nas they rutted but Chris found himself shifting to find the right\nposition.  Finally, he raised himself\nagain to his hands and feet above his wife. \nShe turned her head to stare up at him with her golden eyes and sharp\nteeth and he bathed her cheek with his tongue. \nSlowly, he worked his hips to find the right rhythm for the\nposition.  She flexed her hips and raised\nher ass and then screamed into her pillow as he pushed even deeper within.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Strands of hair circled her belly button,\nmarching up from the peak covering her crotch. \nFurther they spread until they reached between her breasts.  They fanned out, the dark brown fading to\nnearly white, above her breasts until the last, tiny hair reached her\ncollarbone.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her husband lay his cheek against her neck and\nhe growled in her lightly furred ears. \nShe shivered and moaned and slammed back against him.  Her orgasm built within and she reached up to\nhook an arm around his neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Bite me,” she gasped, rocking back\nagainst him before releasing him from her grasp.  “Bite me!  Fuck me! \nBite-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His teeth sunk into her shoulder near her\nneck. His wife buried her face in the bed, screaming as she came.  She rocked violently forward and his cock\npopped out of her pussy.  Chris growled,\ngrabbing the back of her neck as she twitched and trembled beneath him.  He guided himself back into her and lay down,\npounding against her ass in short, powerful movements until he snarled and\ntensed and came.  His wife shuddered with\nher own second orgasm.  She gasped for\nair as her husband’s cock swelled inside her pulsing pussy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chris rolled off of his wife and his dick\nslapped wetly against his belly.  He lay\nthere, away from his wife as he tried to cool off.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The skin beneath the head of his cock\nswelled.  It bunched beneath the flared\ntip and then surged down, gathering the tight skin of his manhood into a thick\nsheath of skin that grew down to cover his testicles.  He pawed at it while his wife turned to\nnuzzle against him.  As his cock\nsoftened, it pulled into the thick skin.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Veronica bent her left leg to let it lay\nagainst her husband.  Already tired from\nthe late night and now from the bout of rough sex, she felt her eyes grow\nheavy.  Her husband reached down to grab\nher ass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The animalistic heat flooding her body pooled\nbetween her legs.  She groaned quietly,\nclutching at her husband as her swollen labia bulged.  Skin flowed over her clit, dragging it down\nto touch against her labia.  Muscles\ntightened within and white cum leaked through her opening as the lips folded in\nto touch each other.  Her wet, slick pink\nlips darkened as if tanned and bones shifted within, raising her newly changed\nsex into a position more proper for being mounted on all fours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Moonlight crooned to them from the window and\nthey slept in its embrace.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

—<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chris snorted in his sleep and his eyes popped\nopen.  He stretched and yawned as the\nsmell of cooking bacon floated to his nose. \nHis wife rolled and then mumbled something sleepily before cracking an\neye slightly to look up at him.  He\nbrushed a loose hair away from from her face and kissed her forehead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Morning, sunshine,” he told\nher.  She grumbled, pulling her pillow\nover her head while turning to her side. \nIn return, he traced a finger down her chest and the curve of her\nhip.  Her hand slithered out from under\nthe pillow to grab his cock but he batted her away.  “Food first!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He stood and stretched and then hunted for his\nclothes while his wife stirred behind him. \n<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You broke my bra, ass,” Veronica\ntold her husband without anger.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Did I?” he said, searching his\nmemories of last night.  He remembered…\nsex.  Vaguely.  His cock stirred at the memory of it.  He glanced over at his wife to see her\nbending over, already wearing a shirt. \nHe leered at the shape of her bulging cameltoe through her tight panties\nand then grabbed his own shirt. \n“I’ll meet you out there.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I thought you’d both sleep through your\nvacation,” Veronica’s mother told him when he walked into the\nkitchen.  She had plates set out and was\ncovering them with pancakes and bacon. \n“Do you want any eggs?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No, thank you,” Chris\nanswered.  He grabbed a plate, covered it\nwith syrup and then snatched a fork from the clean dishes before sitting at the\ntable.  His kids ran in, giggling as his\nson chased his daughter.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Slow down!” their grandmother\nsaid.  She handed them both their plates\nand they took them.  “Keep the\nplates even.  No, you’re tilting it.  I swear, if you drop food, you’ll eat it off\nthe ground.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n


\nShortly after the children sat with their food, Veronica walked walked in.  He stared and lifted his chin to take in her\nscent.  She still smelled of her shower\nbut also sex.  Heavily of sex and wet\nhair.  He grabbed his hard cock with his\nleft hand, eye-fucking her as she took her own plate of food.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Another scent wafted up to him as she sat and\nshe stole a quick glance in his direction. \nIt was a fresh hint of arousal, sharp and hot.  He rubbed himself, pulling the thick skin up\nand down over the head of his cock. \nVeronica dropped her fork and bit her lip, glancing up and over at\nhim.  She wasn’t wearing a bra and he\ncould see her nipples pressing against her shirt.  He kissed her and squeezed her thigh while\ntrying to calm his raging hard-on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“You’ll want to be leaving as soon as\nyou’re done eating,” Veronica’s mother said.  She stood at the counter, picking at her\nfood.  “At least if you want to get\nthere before sunset.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Can we be excused?” the kids\nchirped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chris glanced at their clean plates and\nnodded.  “Rinse them and put them\nstraight in the dishwasher.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They dashed up to the sink, shoving lightly to\nbe first.  Their grandmother squawked at\nthem and turned to help but Chris felt his wife tapping his leg.  He looked over to see her pulling her t-shirt\ndown to expose her breast.  He growled,\nshowing his teeth while leaning in to kiss her but she smiled, released her top\nand leaned back against her chair with a smirk.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Breakfast passed quickly as they chatted with\nVeronica’s mother until their food was finished.  Chris took their plates to put away while\nVeronica went into the room to finish packing. \nHe glanced at the kids and his mother-in-law and then walked into the\nbedroom after his wife, closing the door behind him.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n


\nVeronica looked up over her shoulder just as Chris pressed her against the\nwall.  His breath was hot in her ears and\nhis cock rubbed against her ass.  She\nmoaned in approval and rubbed back against him. \nHis hand slid over her chest and down to her pants.  She felt him trying to undo her button but\nshe pushed his hand away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“We can’t,” she panted.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I can<\/em><\/strong>,” he snarled, grabbing her\nbreast.  She leaned her head back,\nshivering at the intense need between her thighs.  His roughness drove her wild but she\nstruggled to keep her calm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I can’t be quiet,” she moaned, her\nhips dropping as she raised her ass to him. \nShe clawed the wall, forcing herself to stand properly.  Struggling against her traitorous body.  “They’ll all hear.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I just- I just want to fucking mount\nyou,” he told her, nipping and licking her neck.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh, oh god,” Veronica moaned.  She reached back to grip his thigh with one\nhand while pressing her other against her belly.  Dull pain pricked her along her stomach, deep\nbeneath the skin.  “Oh fuck, don’t-\ndon’t tell me that.  I can’t-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chris nuzzled his head against her cheek and\nhair, pressing hard against his wife.  He\ngroaned as his cock throbbed with pain. \nHis jeans constrained him painfully when the skin at the base of his\ncock flared into two small, red bumps. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Veronica shoved back with her ass and\ntwisted.  They stared at each other,\ntheir tongues hanging from between their lengthened canines.  Both gasping with building need.  She went to her knees slowly, her eyes locked\nto his.  He could see the struggle in the\nbeautiful gold and green behind her thick black lashes.  Her eyes fluttered and she lowered herself,\nturning to present to him with her ass raised. \nHe took a step and then they both held their breath when their ears\nswiveled to catch feet stomping in the hallway beyond their door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Mom?” their son called out.  “Can I play on my tablet?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tension flowed out of both of them.  Veronica hung her head and then stood,\nleaning against the wall.  Chris exhaled\nand walked away quickly, searching for his backpack in the mess of their room.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yeah, baby,” she told her son.  “That’s fine.  Just for an hour.  And only if your grandmother says it’s\nokay.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Sorry,” Chris rasped.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“God, no,” Veronica said.  “I wanted it so bad.  It’s hard to think through it.  Let’s just- let’s just finish packing.  We’ll have so much time to fuck without\nworrying about small ears.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The pair quickly finished packing, eager to be\nout of the on the road.  They said their\ngoodbyes, made sure contact numbers were in easy to reach places and then\nloaded all of their gear into their old truck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As they pulled onto the highway, Veronica lay\nher head against the window.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Going to sleep?” Chris asked, his\neyes flicking over to his wife.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yeah,” she answered, closing her\neyes.  “Somebody<\/em><\/strong> kept me awake\nlast night.  Just wake me up when we’re\nabout there or if you need me to take a turn.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“It’ll be fine,” he told her,\nresting his hand on her thigh.  “Get\nsome rest.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

—<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The sun lay low on the horizon, fat and\nred.  Chris shifted in his seat.  He felt uncomfortable in his own skin and,\ndespite the long, boring ride, he was restless and full of energy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The full moon on Veronica’s tattoo glowed\nsilver.  It pulsed once, twice and then\nreverted to solid black.  Her scent\nshifted subtly and Chris breathed deeply of it while she stirred.  She yawned and raised her arms as high as she\ncould in their cab.  Sweat beaded on her\nbrow.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The young woman rolled down her window and lay\nagainst the frame to let the cold air flow around her.  She ground her teeth while watching the\nscenery pass.  Her jaw ached and she felt\ncramps within her stomach.  The pain was\nsmall but throbbing and she rubbed her tender belly lightly.  As she did, she felt it gurgle, reminding her\nthat she was growing hungry.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“We’re almost there,” Chris told\nher.  His sharp ears twitched as her\nbelly rumbled again.  “I’ll start\ndinner as soon as we get everything inside.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yeah, that’s good,” Veronica said,\nonly partially paying attention.  Her\neyes roamed the sky, searching for the moon until she saw it peek over the top\nof the dense trees surrounding them.  Her\nlips bulged as her canines lengthened further, scraping against nearby\nteeth.  She let her mouth hang open while\nrunning her tongue along her teeth and gums, barely paying attention to how her\nlips bulged away from her deadly fangs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Golden flecks swarmed her eyes, eating away at\nthe green until they were as bright as burnished copper.  She closed her eyes slowly and moaned while\nher blood stirred within.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The truck slowed and swerved and Veronica’s\neyes snapped open to catch deer standing at the side of the road.  She turned to follow them as they faded into\nthe distance but she knew she had their scent now if she needed to hunt.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A dirt road appeared in the distance and Chris\nbraked slowly while flipping the turn signal. \nThe sweat soaked strands of hair along her back shifted as more joined\nthem, sliding through her skin to drag at the ones next to them.  More and more emerged until the hairs could\nbe called nothing less than a strip of fur along her back.  She rubbed herself against the back of the\nseat while Chris turned down short roads.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The fading sunlight was nothing more than a\ndome of cobalt behind their truck when they pulled to a stop in front of a dark\ncabin.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Veronica opened her door and stepped out,\nsniffing the air with her back hunched and her hands at her sides.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I need to stretch my legs,” she\ntold her husband.  “I just- I need\nto walk.  Are you okay bringing\neverything in?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yeah,” he told her, moving around\nto drop the tailgate.  He stared at\nher.  “You okay?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yeah,” she said. Her head twitched,\nturning left, right and then further right as she caught movement in the\ndistance.  “Just need to move.  Walk around. \nLook around a little.  Get a sense\nof the area.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Alright, yeah,” Chris said.  He rolled his shoulders.  The shirt he wore felt stiff on him and the\nfabric itched.  He scratched his arms and\nshoulders and began unloading boxes into the cabin while his wife strode into\nthe forest.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Boxes joined two backpacks and a couple duffle\nbags as Chris worked.  He sniffed at the\nlast item – a cooler – and drool formed at the corner of his mouth.  He pulled it in and opened it.  His stomach gurgled at the sight of the\nsteaks packed into thick freezer bags. \nHis eyes flicked to the stove but he knelt before the chest.  His tore into one of the bags to grab the bloody\nsteak.  It was cold in his hands as he\ntore into it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chunks of meat came away in his mouth.  His canines extended with each bite and his\njaw cracked, pushing forward.  His teeth\nshifted with the change, pulling back along his gums while more fangs pierced\nthe front of his longer jaw.  He\nswallowed cold meat, barely chewing as the hunger drove him to open another\npack.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Black hair sprouted along the man’s\nlengthening jaw, racing up the side of his bald head and down again to his\nneck.  He snarled, snapping at the steak\nuntil it was gone.  Partially sated, he lapped\nat his bloody fingers and tongue rasped against his skin.  With each stroke, it pulled further out of\nhis mouth until it matched his short muzzle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Fur spread down from his neck to his\nback.  He arched his back while rolling\nhis shoulders until, finally, he grabbed at his shirt.  He stood and pulled, throwing the shirt\nagainst the wall.  His upper body was\nthick with fur as his chest heaved. \nBlood from the steaks soaked his jaw while he scented the air for his\nwife.  He stomped through the cabin and past\nthe door, sniffing again and again until he smelled the trail she left.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A loud rip filled the air.  Chris looked down with yellow eyes to see a\nhole in the crotch of his jeans.  He\ngrowled and pulled at the tear, widening it until the ragged jeans lay at his\nfeet.  His underwear strained against his\nbulging cock. Muscles bulged in his arm and biceps as he gripped the thin\nmaterial.  It snapped when he tugged and\nhis dick bobbed before him.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

A translucent line of skin connected the base\nof his thick manhood.  He watched it\nslide up his belly, dragging his cock with it. \nThe thick skin pulled back as it moved, revealing his still-human dick\nand the red bulge of his knot at the base.  \nFurther the line of skin grew until his hairless sheath lay tucked\nloosely next to his body. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chris dropped to his hands and feet and then\nstood again, slowly.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Verrrr-onica?”  he called out.  His ears twitched, swiveling as they flowed\nto two pointed tips.  He heard something\nin the trees.  In the direction his wife\nhad walked.  In the direction her scent\nfloated.  He took a step and then snarled\nat this feet.  “Wrong, all wrong.  Wrrrrong!”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Clawing at his laces, he growled and pulled\nuntil his feet were freed.  He stood,\nnaked in the near-darkness.  The thick\nfur covering his back and neck swayed in the breeze and he welcomed the touch\nof the cold air against his sweating body. \nFur was spreading amongst his chest hair and down to his unkempt pubes.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He ran and his thighs swelled to show\npowerful, cut muscles beneath taut skin. \nHis eyes pulled in pale moonlight and it mixed with the smells swarming\nthrough the air to paint a clear picture of the surrounding terrain.  He dug fingers into the trees he passed and\nthe bark cracked beneath his grip.  A\nlump formed at his back and the fur bulged around it.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Scents clashed around the changing man.  He stopped and dropped to all fours, sniffing\na the ground with a nose that was slowly being pulled back against his\nmuzzle.  He huffed and dirt puffed around\nhim.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Found\nher.  Found her!<\/em>  He loped along the ground on hands and feet\nand then pushed off with his feet in a wide leap.  Chris caught himself against a nearby tree as\nhe landed and black talons pierced the tips of his fingers.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Veronica lay back against a tree, staring down\nher naked body in a mixture of confusion and fascination.  Her nose was black and pebbled and it\nglistened in the dim light.  Her jaw was\nslightly distended but she could still see dark points forming along her\nbelly.  She groaned, shoving her back\nagainst the tree as the ducts formed and connected beneath her new teats.  Her fingers clenched and her claws slid forth\nto impale the tree behind her.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

She panted in the moonlight and moaned\nslightly as the heat began to burn away rational thoughts.  When she looked up, her golden eyes\nflashed.  Tattered clothes lay strewn\nabout the area.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Chrrrrrisss,” she groaned, dropping\nto her knees.  She screamed and flexed\nand her ass raised in the air with her heavy breasts dangling beneath her.  A small stubby tail waved over the sparse fur\ncovering her back but Chris’ eyes darted to the plump lips between her\nthighs.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He walked to his mate as she shook before him,\ngrowling and snarling with her hips raised. \nFur erupted from the backs of her hands and began to race up her\narms.  She rocked back, lowering her\nchest until her breasts flattened on the ground.  Her eyes followed her husband as she panted\nagainst the ground with her tongue hanging free of her muzzle.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

High above, the moon crested the trees before\nbeing swallowed by a massive cloud.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As he neared, she raised her hips further with\nher toes dug into the ground.  Dark\npatches of skin formed on the soles of her feet, along the balls, heels and\nbeneath her toes.  Bones cracked and\ncreaked while her toes stretched.  He\nstood behind her and then dropped, landing on all fours over her.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Hair tangled with fur as he licked his mate’s\ncheeks and ears.  She whimpered and\ngrowled and shifted, trying to position herself so he could enter her  He grabbed for her neck but she twisted,\nreaching for his arm.  He snapped at her\nin return and slammed her to the ground where she clawed and kicked the\ndirt.  His muscle strained to hold her\nwrithing form but she stopped when he pressed his cock between her thighs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Silver light surrounded them when the cloud\ncovering the moon drifted past.  Chris\npushed, piercing his wife’s wet pussy. \nShe moaned and raised herself, pushing her husband up.  Holding himself with one hand, he reached\nunder her body.  His claws teased her\nhips, the tips scoring her hardened body. \nHe could feel her fur spreading from her belly, thick and curly.  He grabbed a handful of her silky coat,\ntwisting it around thickly padded fingers before releasing it.  Further his hand traveled until the leathery\npadding along his palm brushed the soft skin of her breasts.  He clenched his hand to knead her and his\nwife hissed when his claws dug into her flesh.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He took pleasure in her body.  In restraining her.  Holding her back while his cock impaled her\ninch-by-inch until her reformed labia bulged around his flared knot.  As slowly as he entered her, he pulled back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Veronica groaned as she felt him swell within\nher.  Her tight pussy bulged around his\ncock and she flexed within to squeeze him as tightly as possible.  When he withdrew, his mahood began to turn\nbright red.  He barely felt the loss of\nsensitivity when his head retreated against shaft, leaving him with a crimson,\npointed cock.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chris pulled all the way out of his wife and\nshifted, kneeling behind her.  She looked\nback at him with a sharp glance but he clawed at her hips while sitting with\nhis legs spread.  The she-wolf knelt,\nturned and straddled her husband’s lap. \nHis cock lay between them, soaking the black and brown fur on their\nbellies with her juices.  He held her\nwide hips in his claws and licked her lips before reaching to grab her ass with\none hand and her breast with another. \nShe groaned and clawed at the tree behind him, showering them both with\nbark.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The forest was utterly silent as Veronica\nbegan to grind against her mate. She anchored her claws against the tree and\nher paws in the soil to glide against her husband’s slick, fat cock.  He held her down against his shaft while his\nrough tongue lashed against her nipple and the fur surrounding it.  They both froze when his tip pressed against\nher opening.  <\/p>\n\n\n\n

With a deep sigh, she lowered herself on\nhim.  He grabbed her ass with both hands\nwhile her tail brushed his knuckles in a slow, lazy curve.  She opened for him, taking him as deep as she\ncould and then further when she felt his knot against her soaked pussy.  He dug his claws into her powerful, muscular\nass and pushed<\/em><\/strong>, forcing her down over the bump surrounding his\nbase.  She growled quietly, willing\nherself to take all of him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In a quick, sudden movement, she relaxed and\nhe slipped completely inside of her.  She\npulled herself up and his hips lifted with the movement until he shoved her\nback down with a snarl. Her pussy clamped him beneath his knot, forcing them\ntogether until he had his release.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Clouds obscured the moon as she pressed her\nknees into the ground.  She lay against\nher husband, her huge breasts heavy on his collarbones.  Whimpering, she gave an experimental bounce,\ngroaning as his tip hit her cervix.  He\nreached up to hold her waist and pushed up when she sat back again.  She licked the top of his head and he gripped\nthe base of her tail with one hand. \nUsing her tail as a leash, he forced her down and she exhaled harshly\nwhile following his lead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The pair found themselves constantly adjusting\ntheir grips and their feet under their short, powerful thrusts.  Veronica licked her husband’s muzzle and then\nhung her head, panting as their speed increased.  Her ears flicked back at an angle and a\nwhining note entered her breathing.  She\nhated herself for it but couldn’t stop it escaping her lips.  He was so incredibly deep inside of her and\nhis knot pressed against her hidden clit as if he were rubbing it while fucking\nher.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her orgasm shocked her.  She kicked, trying to get away from her\nhusband’s cock as it exploded within her belly to send shards of intense\npleasure throughout her body.  He growled\nand held her close, pounding into her until they fell forward.  Veronica crashed to her back and twisted,\nrocking her hips back and forth, desperately trying to escape the overpowering\nfeeling of him filling every inch of her. \nHis clawed hands gripped hers and he strained, grinding and thrusting as\nhis tail shook behind him. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finally, release.  His howl echoed through the forest and he\nreared back, muzzle pointing to the sky. \nHis seed filled his wife, trapped by his knot.  Her belly bulged to contain all of it and yet\nhe contained to swell inside of her.  He\nhowled again and she weakly tried to join him but found herself trembling and\nkneading the cold soil beneath her instead.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As sparks of light filled her eyes, her\nhusband leaned forward to lick her muzzle, cheeks and ears.  She licked him tiredly in return and then\npulled him down until he lay against her side with his heavily muscled arm\nagainst her stomach.  She groaned as his\nfur tickled her teats but rolled to face him to relieve the pain of his knot\ntwisting her sex.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They lay together, spent and basking in each\nother’s presence while waiting for him to grow soft.  Far in the distance, a wolf howled and they\nturned in the direction of the call as more joined the first to welcome the new\npack and mark their territorial boundaries.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Beyond them, animals began to cautiously call\neach.  They grew more bold when neither\nwerewolf made a sound until the forest came alive with nocturnal animals.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The pair met each other’s eyes as Veronica’s\nstomach rumbled.  When he finally came\nfree, they rolled and vanished silently into the forest to hunt together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

—<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh, shit,” Chris groaned, rolling\non damp grass.  His eyes felt welded shut\nbut he opened them and then closed them again as sunlight pierced his\nskull.  Fragments of last night came to\nhim and he suddenly sat up. \n“Veronica?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He smelled her and turned to find her a few\nfeet away and curled up into a small ball. \nA soft line of brown fur covered her back and the bottom of her feet\nwere discolored.  He looked down at\nhimself to see thick fur over his soft, human cock.  The fur spread up to his chest hair, mixing\nin until he couldn’t see where one ended and other began.  He stood and walked to his wife but she\nrolled and stretched with a loud yawn when he approached.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Whatimeizzit?” Veronica asked\nsleepily.  Her pointed ears twitched and\nher sharp canines stood out when she yawned again.  She blinked golden eyes up at her husband.  “Chris?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Hey babe,” he said, kneeling beside\nher.  “You, uhh, you remember any of\nlast night?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“I- We-” her eyes widened.  “Your ears!  Ohhhhh fuck! \nAnd your eyes.  We- we changed and-\noh fuck.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Yeah,” he told her, rubbing her\nshoulders.  He felt skin moving and took\nhis hand back to find slightly loose skin covering his palm.  The soft skin was darker than the rest.  My\nfuckin’ paw pads.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Oh god, the book,” Veronica said as\nshe sat up.  “Oh shit, I’m so-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“If you’re about to say ‘sorry’ then hold\nthe fuck up,” Chris said, raising his hand to stop her.  “This is- I’ve wanted this for so\nlong.  This fantasy.  All the years we fucked around with magic to\nfind something that actually worked and now? \nNow it works?  Aw, shit.  But, I didn’t mean to drag you into any of\nthis, babe.  This was just my thing.  I don’t even know how or why it\nhappened.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“A book in a magic shop,” Veronica\nexhaled.  She pressed a thumb against the\nslightly distended rose-colored skin just beneath her fingers.  “Apparently it was real.  It had a marked section that talked about\nwerewolves and a bunch of crap next to it. \nThe tooth!  It was an actual\nfucking werewolf tooth.  It had to\nbe.  Fuck.  Wow.  I\nhope the owner isn’t pissed if it can’t be used again.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Babe, are you okay?” her husband\nasked.  He knelt beside her, massaging\nher back in slow circles.  “We can-\nmaybe there’s a way to fix this?”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She turned to look at him and her eyebrow\narched up to her bangs.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Do you want<\/em><\/strong> to fix it?” she\nasked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“No,” he answered immediately.  “No. \nNot for me, no.  But, you don’t\nhave to do this.  We could figure something\nout.  Figure out how it works and when I\nneed to go away.  You don’t-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Together,” she told him, kissing\nhis hand.  She traced the large moon\ntattooed on his left arm and then kissed the image of Skoll.  “Until death do us part.  And a little beyond that.  It’s not what I expected but-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“But?” Chris asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She groaned and opened her mouth to flash her\ncanines at him.  Her eyes were\nhalf-lidded with lust and he could smell<\/em><\/strong> her desires.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“But I could fucking get used to\nthis,” she whispered, pulling him down to her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“The kids,” he said, following her\ndown to the ground.  “And my job and\nfiguring out how it works- oh god, what if we infect the kids and-“<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her lips closed around his and she raised her\nhips as she pulled him down further.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Later. \nGod, later,” she gasped, grabbing his cock to angle him toward her\naching sex.  She smirked up at him and\nlicked his lips.  “Now I need\nyou.  I need my- my mate<\/em><\/strong>.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The growl that escaped his lips sent shivers\ndown her spine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yeah,<\/em> she thought as he entered her and his teeth found her shoulder.  Yeah, I\ncould get used to this.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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