Some details on what to expect:
Includes of M/M, anal, a scene with a feral wolf, many scenes with werewolves, some masturbation, and a few more depraved things. There's also a gender shift scene that I decided to add for those who are into that. Any given kink can more or less be avoided, by simply choosing to not do it. Werewolves are an exception, since they're the whole point, though acting with a level head will at least let you avoid being transformed.
You play as 20-something gay human male, pretty average in all respects.
I've tried to avoid having any of the "surprise, you're dead!" endings that always bothered me about CYOAs, so don't be afraid of picking whatever option seems to most alluring (or sensible, but you probably don't want that). Due to this there's a little bit of overlap on some of the paths, although I've customized it to what's actually going on.
This story is set in the same universe as the Were-Curse series, although completely separate storywise, and most spent outside of the imposing city.
Well, and you should be 18+ to read this, but you wouldn't have found the download link if you weren't.
Onwards, to the story!Or click here for hints about where to find certain contentIt's another cold night in these times of autumn, the west wind blowing the fallen leaves around like ghosts, their yellows, oranges, and browns well-concealed by the darkened shroud of the night, the moonlight only illuminating the palest hues of their original brilliance. Still, even the edge of the forest seems almost gentle compared to the endless factories, malls, and chimneys vomiting black smoke into the sky with gouts of flames accompanying them, like eldritch cthonic gods.
Instead you look upon dark tranquility before you. Natural, if only partially in this age of technology, and shiver. It's a bad night to be out, but you're driven by a desire older than humanity. Oh, not just any desire, but that for sex.
Of course, if all you wanted was sex, you could go the nearest club. No, you have a specific target in mind for your affections. You've heard the stories of werewolves, hulking lupine brutes in the shape of a man, and while those stories strike fear in the heart of most, in yours, they struck a different chord: arousal.
So the last few months you've been out in the full moon's light, looking for one, or several, of the man-beasts. Of course, it's a risky pursuit. You don't want to become a werewolf, after all, just fuck one. Or rather, surely let it fuck you, which is more realistically what'll happen. You have a bunch of extra large condoms with you, but you wonder if they'll even let you use them. Luckily, there are other options.
Of course, all of that necessitates actually finding a werewolf to begin with. They're rather private when not hunting for more humans to add to their packs. More active in these colder seasons, as the cold makes the average person less likely to stumble upon them. Of course, while you're an average person, you also have a warm jacket to aid you in your search.
There are a few options; you could venture deep into the woods, though that'd risk attracting other predators. Regular wolves, for example. Alternatively, you could search the various abandoned buildings at the edge of town, but who knows what you'll encounter there? Still, you've heard that certain packs living on the outskirts of civilization use condemned or abandoned buildings as their dens.
What will it be? <<set $moon to 0>> <<set $knot to 0>>
<<link [[You'll go with the forest. Straight to the source.|Forest]]>><</link>>
<<link [[The buildings. Less risky, that way.|Buildings]]>><</link>>
Perhaps going into the woods at this hour isn't the smartest of ideas, but you do it anyway. After all, you do have a flashlight, and you've hiked through here enough times that you shouldn't get lost. Of course, it's much easier to see where you're going in daylight.
You're not entirely sure of exactly where you're going, either way. Mostly it's aimless wandering and stumbling on roots and stumps - it's a pretty unkempt forest - but it is relaxing, in a strange way. You've never been afraid of the dark, only of whatever might be hiding in it, and so you find yourself enjoying your little trek through the darkened vegetation.
The air's fresh and cold, and the various scents are rather pleasing. Slowly decomposing leaves, wet moss and even the faint smell of the pine trees all filter through your nose. If it wasn't for the fact that you'd probably get eaten, you wouldn't mind spending a night here.
Then, you hear a growl. Or perhaps more accurately, a snarl, one that makes your hair stand on end. Seemingly not directed at you, but a distance away, It's brief, and the trees and fallen leaves absorb any echo, but you're fairly sure you know where it came from. You could investigate it. Weighing your options, there are basically only two, given that it was clearly a canine growl.
Option one is that it's a werewolf, which is what you're seeking. Granted, one stalking for prey might not take to your advances terribly well - or perhaps it would, given how horny they're supposed to always be - but it might be worth it.
Option two is that it's a normal wolf, either alone or in a pack, which is something you don't want to encounter. While chances are low that they'd attack you, it's still an unnecessary risk.
If you don't want to investigate the noise, you could push deeper into the forest, in the other direction, towards a glade you know is there. What do you do?
<<link [[Investigate the growl.|Growl]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Traverse deeper into the forst, towards the glade.|Glade]]>><</link>>You rememeber that there's an old farm somewhere near here. The kids call it the "witch farm" as it's been empty as long as they've been alive, but you remember someone lived there was. Whatever happened to him, you don't know, but in the glow of the full moon it's hard not to imagine ghosts. Or werewolves. Particularly so when you reach the first... well, it's not a barn, but it's not a house either. Outbuilding? That could've been it, the place where they kept bales of hay or perhaps a tractor. It's bizarre to think that this woodland used to be a field, but nature reclaims its own quickly. Now it's covered in young pine trees.
There's nothing inside, as expected. Your flashlight reveals some cuts in the walls, but they're too worn to really identify beyond that. You head over to the house instead. It looks like it's ready to crumble at any point, closer to a ruin than an abode at this point, and you can smell mold and rotting wood. The inside is covered with graffitti, but even that's worn. It's been a long time since anyone - or anything - was here. The copper piping has been stripped from the walls, even the sinks have been removed, and you don't dare venture upstairs, the staircase looking like you'll step right through it. Then again, if it won't support you, it definitely won't support a wolfman twice your height.
Instead, you head to the last building, a similarly dilapitated barn. The tarred roof is sagging, but hasn't collapsed yet, surely a sign of solid materials. Once-solid, at any rate. The door creaks open and you step inside, leaving the wet grass and shrubs behind you. There's nothing, you think at first, but then a very particular scent hits your nose. A musky smell, like a wolf, or no, rather a particularly aroused wolf. Or werewolf.
Sweeping the beam of light across the room, you discover more of those claw-marks on the walls. There's nobody in the building right now, but they definitely have been here, and by the height of some of them you can rule out feral animals, except perhaps bears. But there aren't many bears around the city, not even by the outskirts.
You notice something white splattered on the wall, still wet and glistening when your flashlight shines on it. You step closer, and sniff it. The smell makes your crotch tighten. Definitely cum, probably spilled by a lone werewolf masturbating. Or perhaps a couple, though the other one's cum must still be inside another, in that case.
An idea, perhaps disgusting, or delicious naughty comes to you. You could taste it. Scoop up some and suck it off your fingers. It probably wouldn't turn you into a werewolf, not that small amount. But that's a disgusting idea. Or is it?
<<link [[Yes. Don't do it, explore deeper in the forest|Between]]>><</link>>
<<link [[It's sexy, is what it is. Slurp it up.|Cum]]>><<set $moon to $moon + 1>><</link>>You wonder if you're doing something extremely stupid, heading towards something growling. A deep throaty growl is hardly an inviting sound, but on the off-chance that it's werewolves... well, they're the entire reason you are in these cold, dark woods to begin with. Only perhaps a dozen meters away, however, your flashlight reveals two shining eyes in the darkness, and then another two. Far too low to the ground to be humanoid, and they're certainly noticed you.
<<link [[Run away. They might not be interested in chasing you.|Caught]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Stand your ground. Wolves might chase you if you run.|Stand]]>><</link>>The forest grows less dense, and eventually, you exit into a glade. The grass is wet with condensation, and while it does seep into your shoes, making every step squelch unpleasantly, it does also serve to quiet your movement.
It doesn't take long to see that there's nothing here, nothing disturbing the funereal stillness of the autumn night. You weren't expecting much, anyway; werewolves probably wouldn't be out in the open if there was no prey to be had there.
What there is, however, is a hill. A vantage point. Not so much for sight - the trees are still higher than it - but for hearing. You make your way up the gentle incline, and at the top, you sit down on a rock, to simply listen for your prey, or perhaps your predator, depending on how one looks at things.
At first, everything is quiet. There is the occasional rustle somewhere in the trees, small things moving about. A bird, perhaps, a weasel, or even a badger. Nothing relevant. You hear the chirping what might be the last surviving grasshopper, desperately seeking to attract a mate that won't ever come before the cold claims it. Really, it's somewhat reflective of your own situation, and the bizarre reality of it all suddenly sinks in. Here you are, in the middle of the night on a weekend, deep in the forest looking for a werewolf that you've never even seen. Oh, they exist, it's not like you're hunting the bigfoot, but what are the chances that you'll actually find one?
Arousal drives men to do the strangest of things, you muse internally.
Then, a howl carries through the air. A long, mournful tune, which another joins, and then a third. Your ears perk. As much as human ears can perk anyway. It's difficult to tell if it's regular wolves or werewolves, but you seem to hear a grumbling - something resembling a voice - as the echoes of the howls fade away. Perhaps a shout, muted by the wall of trees.
It comes from deeper in the forest. Ever deeper, but not too far away. you could go for it. Or you could abandon this foolish pursuit that'll almost certainly end with you becoming a moon-cursed horny beast despite your best intentions.
<<link [[You realize that you probably shouldn't risk it, fighting your erection every step of the way home.|Home Alone]]>><</link>>
<<link [[No, you're far too stricken with the idea of letting one of those wild beasts ravage you. Press on.|Deep Forest]]>><</link>>
You find yourself salivating at the very idea. It's stupid, way too risky, and something you should probably find disgusting, but your rapidly swelling shaft disagrees. The allure of forbidden fruit is a strong one - it's why you're here at all, after all - so why not indulge?
You tentatively reach out to touch the spilled werewolf seed. It can't have been that long ago, since it's still wet and stringy, even though it's gone cold. You scoop up a glob of it, rolling it between your nimble fingers. You wonder what happened here to result in this, although there aren't that many options. Either two male werewolves coupling, or one lone one relieving stress, since otherwise most of the cum would be inside another.
Bringing the seed up to your nose, you inhale deeply, breathing out in stutters as the pheromones flood your brain, instantly garnering a response from your cock, which strains against your jeans, and you tremble a little, your breath coming in stutters. Truth be told, it doesn't smell that special, it's the scents that your human nose can't sense but your brain nonetheless registers that make your loins ache with desire, with a primal need.
You can't resist any longer, and bring your cum-covered fingers to your lips, letting the slimy fluid smear all over them, delicately reaching out with your tongue to taste it. It doesn't taste all that special, the usual tangy erotic flavor of sexual fluids, but the knowledge of what you're doing, exposing yourself to the werewolf curse like this, that's what really gets you going.
Oh, the need is overwhelming. But you could resist rather than giving in.
<<link [[Give in. Smear the werewolf cum all over your cock and masturbate|Masturbate]]>><<set $moon to $moon + 1>><</link>>
<<link [[Don't do it, as much as it hurts. You want to at least meet a werewolf before you risk such corruption.|Willpower]]>><</link>>
You shake your head. You're not depraved enough to lick up some beast's cum, at least not if it's not straight from the tap. Instead, you sigh and leave the rotting barn and its myriad of alluring scents behind. It's time to venture deeper. Though past this point, you're starting to get worried that you might not be able to find your way back.
Maybe it's not worth it, you think. But you've come this far. The forest seems to beckon you towards it with its dark majesty, but you could just turn around, sexy beasts be damned. There's no guarantee you'll find them, anyway.
<<link [[Yeah, give up and just go home to masturbate|Home Alone]]>><</link>>
<<link [[No, you're far too stricken with the idea of letting one of those wild beasts ravage you. Press on.|Deep Forest]]>><</link>>After a few hours of wandering in the forest and more than a wasted kilometers going in the wrong direction, you make it out, reaching the nearest rural bus stop and barely catching the last bus towards the city, its neon lights welcoming you like a lesser deity accepting you back into its fold.
It was a fun enough adventure, you suppose, as you finally relax in your comfortable chair before the blue glow of your monitor. Maybe one of these days you'd actually find werewolves, but for now, you'd be content with just porn.
You stroke your cock, pulling your tight foreskin back and forth over your swollen purple glans, shivering at the sight of werewolves mounting humans and even other werewolves. It doesn't take long before your hand is slick with copious precum, which you lick up eagerly as you switch the other hand. While you cum hard, spraying your sticky load all over your chest, you can't help but feel a little jealous.
<<link [[Was this what you wanted, or do you want to restart?|An introduction]]>><</link>>It's even darker here. The trees almost fully block the moonlight from reaching the forest floor, forcing you to rely on your flashlight, or when you don't dare to use it, feeling your way forward. Still, you can tell you're close. Not too far ahead you can see the faintest glimmer of light - a fire, perhaps - reflecting off the tree trunks, and there's the murmuring of voices.
It's a bit of a problem, when you think about it. Meeting //one// werewolf would be good, but meeting several of them at once and ending up gangbanged for hours would almost certainly leave you with no hope of avoiding their curse. Though is that such an unpleasant thought? Letting one hulking beast after the other plunge those beautiful, knotted cocks into your willing body, each filling you with their tainted seed, bringing about your eventual ecstatic transformation into one them?
Your mind is relatively clear despite those confused fantasies, which helps you quickly duck into cover as you hear something enormous stomping through the woods. You kneel down next to a rock, pressing yourself against the opposite side from the sounds.
It's almost certainly one of the beasts. You only hear two paws hitting the ground, at a slow, deliberate pace, cracking branches, claws occasionally clicking against stone. It's close. Has it smelled you? Suddenly, you're afraid, despite this being what you were looking for. Maybe it's a primal fear, the idea of being stalked by a predator in the darkness, triggering those instincts.
There's two distinct possibilities. No doubt the wolf stalking you will find you soon enough. You could reveal yourself to him, hoping that clear submission would be enough to prevent hostility. Or, you could approach the campfire; the werewolves near that sound more relaxed, not hunting, likely more willing to talk. But, well. It's several werewolves.
<<link [[Stand up and reveal yourself to the stalking wolf, hoping that he doesn't attack you.|Single Wolf]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Approach the camp. Less chance of violence, more chance of sex.|Group Approach]]>><</link>>
You sink to your knees, sucking hungrily on your fingers, slick with cum, and fumble your belt off and your pants down, letting your cock spring free in the chilly air. Your hand is instantly on it, the other one scooping up what remains of the cum and rubbing it onto your throbbing length. The sensation is electric, like raw pleasure sinking into your flesh. Somewhere, in some part of you, suppressed by arousal, you wonder if it's such a good idea, not to only ingesting the moon-cursed lupine seed but letting it soak into you like this, but you're too far gone to care.
It's an almost violent, feral session of self-pleasure as you tug on your engorged length, working your foreskin rapidly over your sensitive glans, the pleasure quickly mounting as your balls tighten. Your cock feels slick and heated, harder than it's been in ages, if not ever. You moan out in the old barn like some animal being bred. //Just like the werewolf must've done//, a thought crosses your mind, as you suck on your fingers, licking your lips, desperate for more of than intoxicating flavor. But there's no more to be had, and you press your face against the wall where it was, trying to at least smell it, if you can't taste it.
And then your balls tighten, pulling close to your body, and you erupt, your own thick human cum splattering against the wall in great, heavy spurts that leave you panting and moaning, your breath rapid and your heartbeat faster as your pelvic muscles contract, working hard to spray out every last drop of seed.
And then it's over, and you lay there, a sweaty mess, breathing heavily. You look at your cock and what you see suddenly makes you panic. You shine the flashlight onto your shrinking maleness and discover that it's gotten far redder than it was before. Not inhumanly so, but well on the way towards becoming a wolf cock. Oh no, it must've been... maybe it's going to stop if you don't get exposed to that wolven taint any further. It's not just your cock either, you feel like your mind is growing fuzzier, more instinctive.
You could leave. Go home, avoid risking any more of this, and hope that you return to normal. But is that what you want, or do you want to press further, even at the risk of changing, perhaps permanently?
<<link [[Head deeper. You can't turn around now.|Deep Forest 2]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Go home. You'll return to normal, hopefully. This has been enough excitement.|Home Recovering]]>><</link>>
Your cock //aches// with arousal, and you feel the wetness of your precum soaking into your boxers, but you manage to resist. You wipe the cum off your fingers onto the nearest wooden post and head outside, taking a deep breath of fresh air, trying to clear your mind.
There are things you won't do, despite the depraved quest you're on in general, although your willpower is limited. You desperately //need// to get fucked, now, and turning back isn't an option. It feels like you'd let a feral wolf fuck you at this point, almost anything with a thick, throbbing cock, ideally with a knot to lock inside you as they breed you like a bitch.
No. Not the time for that line of thinking, not yet. If you're entirely lost in erotic daydreams, you'll get lost here for sure, and while you'd surely find your way out in daylight, the prospect of spending a night here alone isn't too appealing, and helps calm you down a little bit.
Suddenly, you hear a howl. It carries through the air. A long, mournful tune, which another joins, and then a third. Your ears perk. As much as human ears can perk anyway. It's difficult to tell if it's regular wolves or werewolves, but you seem to hear a grumbling - something resembling a voice - as the echoes of the howls fade away. Perhaps a shout, muted by the wall of trees.
It comes from deeper in the forest. Ever deeper, but not too far away. you could go for it. No, scratch that. You //need// to go for it, your pheromone-addled mind attracted to the sound like a moth to open flame. Maybe you shouldn't have touched that stuff. Your neck hair bristles like a wolf's, and you barely realize it, but there's a clear shift in your thought patterns. //Hopefully only temporarily//, the sane part of you wishes.
But nonetheless, you press on, guided now by unfamiliar instincts.
<<link [[Head deeper|Deep Forest 2]]>><</link>>It's even darker here. The trees almost fully block the moonlight from reaching the forest floor, forcing you to rely on your flashlight, or when you don't dare to use it, feeling your way forward. Still, you can tell you're close. Not too far ahead you can see the faintest glimmer of light - a fire, perhaps - reflecting off the tree trunks, and there's the murmuring of voices.
It's a bit of a problem, when you think about it. Meeting //one// werewolf would be good, but meeting several of them at once and ending up gangbanged for hours would almost certainly leave you with no hope of avoiding their curse. Though is that such an unpleasant thought? Letting one hulking beast after the other plunge those beautiful, knotted cocks into your willing body, each filling you with their tainted seed, bringing about your eventual ecstatic transformation into one them? You feel an almost forceful need to let them do it, and it takes you every little bit of willpower to resist running in there and baring your body from them to use.
You're so absorbed in those fantasies that you fail to notice something creeping up on you from behind before it's so close that you feel a sudden heat, and then two massive arms grab onto you, and you find yourself turned around, face to face with a snarling werewolf. Well, fuck. Your heart skips a beat, or several. It's almost twice your size, and looks like a wolf decided to get up on two legs and grow more muscular, with a hunched-over posture and enormous teeth lining the muzzle, hanging open as it stares into your eyes. A gesture of dominance, perhaps, from the grey-coated beast. You stand there for several seconds, the wolf eyeing you over and trying to decide if you're a threat or not. Finally, it speaks.
"Rrrf, what are you doing sneaking here, little human?" the wolf snarls, as if struggling to form words with its canine muzzle. "Come to hunt us? Unarmed? To join us?"
"I- I just-" you stammer.
"Grfh, no matter. We'll find a use for you, //prey//," it growls. Your flashlight happens to fall upon its crotch and you notice its cock peeking out of its sheath, the dark red tip quite a stark contrast against the grey fur.
<<link [[Try to appease it in any way you can.|Single Wolf, Aroused]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Tell him that you want to join them. It might be stupid, and almost guaranteed to get you fucked by the whole pack.|Single Wolf, Join]]>><</link>>After a few hours of wandering in the forest and more than a wasted kilometers going in the wrong direction, you make it out, reaching the nearest rural bus stop and barely catching the last bus towards the city, its neon lights welcoming you like a lesser deity accepting you back into its fold.
It was a fun enough adventure, you suppose, as you finally relax in your comfortable chair before the blue glow of your monitor. Maybe one of these days you'd actually find werewolves, but for now, you're content to let your mind and cock slowly return to their human states.
Well, when you're not furiously masturbating to werewolf porn anyway, sometimes even humping the arm of your sofa just to feel like you're mounting a bitch male. But eventually, it does end.
You made it out with some new experiences, but no permanent corruption.
<<link [[Was this what you wanted, or do you want to restart?|An introduction]]>><</link>>Some details on what to expect:
Includes of M/M, anal, a scene with a feral wolf, many scenes with werewolves, some masturbation, and a few more depraved things. There's also a gender shift scene that I decided to add for those who are into that. Any given kink can more or less be avoided, by simply choosing to not do it. Werewolves are an exception, since they're the whole point, though acting with a level head will at least let you avoid being transformed.
You play as 20-something gay human male, pretty average in all respects.
I've tried to avoid having any of the "surprise, you're dead!" endings that always bothered me about CYOAs, so don't be afraid of picking whatever option seems to most alluring (or sensible, but you probably don't want that). Due to this there's a little bit of overlap on some of the paths, although I've customized it to what's actually going on.
This story is set in the same universe as the Were-Curse series, although completely separate storywise, and most spent outside of the imposing city.
Well, and you should be 18+ to read this, but you wouldn't have found the download link if you weren't.
<<link [[Onwards, to the story!|An introduction]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Or click here for hints about where to find certain content|Hints]]>><</link>>As you stand up, you find the werewolf already staring at you. No surprise, it probably smelled your sweaty body from miles away. At least the others might not have, thanks to the smoke from their fire.
He's a fearsome sight. Almost twice your height, with jet-black scruffy fur covering his body but doing little to hide his bulging muscles. Long, sharp claws top each digit, and you're thankful he hasn't decided to use those on you, at least not yet. He's also completely naked, which makes you avert your gaze, despite how much you'd wish to stare at his bulging sheath and pendulous balls.
"Rrgh, not stupid at least..." he growls, taking a few steps closer to you. His digitigrade gait is like that of a wolf barely balanced on two legs, so although he's very much on stable footing, it looks like he could fall any moment. "Why are you here, human?" he growls, his green eyes reflecting the scattered light from the fire despite how far away it is, feeling like they're boring into your very soul. What do you reply?
<<link [["I want to join your pack." You know it's going to drive him wild with arousal, but he might forcibly turn you.|Single Wolf, Join]]>><</link>>
<<link [["I want to mate with you." You're not sure how he'd react, but maybe you'll be able to stay in control.|Single Wolf, Mating]]>><</link>>
You think quickly, though possibly more with your cock than your brain, thanks you to your earlier shenanigans having turned you on so unfathomably much. It's almost a heated state you're in, and having the fuzzy beast this close to you is irresistible. On the other hand, you just barely have enough presence of mind to not want to get into an orgy with the others due to possible consequences. Then again, if this one opts to fuck you, the chance of transformation is rather high anyway, especially if the sexy, beautiful knot slips inside you.
So, you grab his naked, soft sheath. He snarls at first, recoiling as if expecting to be attacked, but when what he gets is your soft, kneading hand rather than a punch, he relaxes visibly, and you can feel an immediate effect of swelling underneath the short, silky smooth fur. It's much smoother than anywhere else on his body, and shorter too, except for a longer tuft covering his sizeable balls.
"Eager to join the pack, are you, little slutty human?" the werewolf growls, pressing his hips against your hand, so you really feel the growing bulk of his shaft, now just barely peeking out of his sheath. You know that turning humans is generally a very - if not the most - erotic act imaginable for werewolves, but it also makes it riskier for you. //Or are you sure you don't want what he's offering, secretly?//
<<link [[Offer your mouth. Less risk of infection, and some quality close up time with werewolf cock.|Mouth]]>><<set $moon to $moon + 1>><</link>>
<<link [[Offer your ass for breeding, knowing that if he knots you, you'll turn into a werewolf for sure, there's no escaping that fact.|Ass]]>><<set $moon to $moon + 2>><</link>>You turn to run, but before you can take more than a few steps, one of the wolves crashes into you from behind, sending you sprawling onto the ground. It snarls at you, nipping your arms and neck, reinforcing that trying to run was a stupid idea. It stands over you, and you can feel its hot shaft resting against your ass for a moment. The smaller wolf, emboldened by your apparent defeat, decides to "help", and bites into the fabric of your pants, shaking his head and tearing the fabric to pieces, nicking your ass more than a few times. It's rather obvious what they intend, and you can't do much to stop it, but oddly enough the one thing you worry about the most is having to return to the city with your jeans torn to shreds around your ass.
The black wolf growls at you and you realize what he wants, getting up on all fours with your ass raised. It makes your cheeks burn, blushing with the humiliation of being in this position, but at least there's nobody around to see it. Well, other than the wolves.
With you in this vulnerable position, the alpha wolf starts thrusting, roughly, his paws locked around your waist, managing to scratch you even through your jacket. Of course, being a feral, he can't aim very well, and ends up jabbing your ass painfully a multitude of times before finally hitting the mark and sinking inside you. It burns like hell, but at least he's very slick with precum, which quickly also lubricates your insides, making the rest of your embarrassing mating less painful.
<<link [[Submit. It is starting to feel good, and being mounted by these wild beasts is somehow arousing|Submit]]>><</link>>You dig your heels into the ground, your legs slightly apart, trying to make yourself appear as large as possible. Two wolves, one grey and one black, appear from the darkness and enter into your narrow beam of light. Their hackles are raised, their tails low, and both snarl at you. They begin to circle you, as if appraising how threatening you are, and twitch occasionally as if barely able to wait to pounce you.
Despite your growling anxiety your force yourself to turn and face the wolves as they walk in a circle around you. You notice that one of them seems to be hurt, limping slightly with his back legs. On the larger wolf, you notice a sizeable lupine erection bobbing underneath his belly with each step. They're both clearly males with their plump sheaths, but, //were they trying to mate?//. No surprise, then, that they're grumpy. Particularly if they weren't successful, as hinted at by the leader's unsatisfied maleness and the follower seemingly in pain. If they're both pent up and gay...
//Oh//, they're probably not looking to eat you. Maybe. It's difficult to tell the intentions of ferals, as even if the ones here have been influenced by the moon-curse towards heightened intelligence, they are still incapable of speech. The larger wolf licks his chops, sniffing the air, as if trying to decide what to do with you. Or as it trying to find a weakness to exploit.
Even //if// they seek to fuck you rather than eat you, there's little doubt that allowing them to would end your adventure here, leaving you too exhausted and sore to continue for the night. However, letting them might be a uniquely hot experience all of its own.
<<link [[You could submit. It might be pleasant, or at least hurt less.|Ferals, Willingly]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Stand your ground. You're looking for //were//wolves, not any mangy mutts.|Dominance]]>><</link>>You get down on your knees, and the larger wolf gives an excited bark, immediately approaching you, until he's almost rubbing against you, investigating you more closely. Suddenly, he opens his jaws and wraps them around your exposed neck. For a moment, you panic, thinking that you might've misjudged them, but he doesn't bite down. Instead, he simply holds his mouth there, his teeth just barely tickling your skin, and then pulls away, satisfied with his display of dominance. You even think his tail gives a brief wag.
The smaller wolf approaches you from the other side, considerably more hesitating, but with you putting up no obvious resistance, he eventually sniffs at you, his cold wet nose bumping against exposed flesh making your hair stand up. Up this close, you can tell that he's excited too. Even though it's far less obvious in his body language, you can smell it on him, and of course, he's also hard, his knotted cock jutting out of its sheath in an obvious display of need.
Suddenly, the black wolf slams into you, pushing you down onto the ground while also startling the smaller one, who jumps back and snarls. Despite the sheer bizarreness of the whole situation, you can't deny that the big, musky wolf pinning you down is a little exciting, especially when you feel him start sniffing and even scratching at your rear, trying to get the thick pants off. It'd take him forever to get through jeans with just those dull claws, and you're in no position to protest, so you decide to help instead. You undo your belt slowly, so as to not provoke the two predators, and then pull your jeans down to around your knees, leaving your plump ass naked.
<<link [[It doesn't take a genius to guess what's going to happen when you offer yourself to a pair of horny wolves.|Mated by ferals]]>><</link>>You refuse to budge. Even for two wolves, you're still much larger, and attempting to take you down would likely be too risky for them. After all, you might die, but the lupines hardly have hospitals.
The follower wolf gives a frustrated whimper. The leader's ears perk and his attention is drawn away from you, clearly caring more about his apparent mate than he does about you.
He gives the smaller wolf's muzzle an affectionate lick. He seems to hesitate, turning his head to look at you, and then back at his mate. It seems like the smaller one just wants to leave, the facade of dominance falling away. No wonder, if it's already in pain. While the bigger wolf growls at you occasionally for a minute longer, finally his affection for the other wins out, and they back away slowly. A tactical retreat, maybe, and they don't turn around until they're well away from you.
And so, they leave you alone once again. Your shoulders slump. Oh, you hadn't been expecting a standoff with angry predators. Well, not this kind, at any rate. The question is if you're willing to keep going, despite the adrenaline still coursing through you, making you feel shaky and on edge, or if you want to try to find your way out.
<<link [[Too much excitement for one day. You're out.|Home Alone]]>><</link>>
<<link [[No, if you're going to let something that //almost// happened stop you, how do you expect to deal with the werewolves?|Towards Glade]]>><</link>>If you're into ferals, you won't find them in buildings. Follow sounds, regardless of how dumb it seems.
Depraved solo acts often happen in barns.
If you want to be a werewolf bitch (in the most literal sense), you might want to try to find a group of wolves and willingly join them.
<<link [[The gender TF's kinda hard to find, so click here for exact instructions|Specifically...]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Onwards, to the story!|An introduction]]>><</link>>You let out a sigh. You're in this for the long run. That said, your encounter with the two wolves made you lose your bearings, and you find yourself wandering randomly. You're worried that you might be lost; all the trees look alike in the night, and you were relying solely on your sense of direction. Still, you can't be that far from where you were going, and you steel yourself as you press on through wilted ferns and thorny bushes.
Eventually, after what feels like hours but is more likely minutes, you stumble upon a clearing. Oh yes, this is at least familiar, you remember this little glade.
<<link [[Onwards!|Glade]]>><</link>>Although the black wolf is already trying to push inside you, you're surprised by a sudden heat and wetness on your hole. You realize that the smaller wolf must be licking you, and oh, does it ever feel good. You moan as he hungrily laps at your ass, his broad and wet tongue touching what feels like every inch of bare skin, getting you wet with saliva. Too soon, the bigger wolf tires of missing your hole repeatedly, readjusts himself, and managed to get his tip caught in your hole. You take a deep breath, and then, with just one more jab of his hips, he slips inside you. To your surprise, he doesn't start frantically hammering away at you, although he does growl, as if he's trying to hold back, maybe as a friendly gesture for giving yourself to them willingly.
Still, he does fuck you. Short, sharp thrusts that force his wonderfully slick cock deeper into you each time. The grey wolf licks around his mate's length for a while longer, but then stops, causing both you and the other wolf to whine needily. Of course, he has other things in mind. He circles around to your front, and before you have time to react, much less protect, he mounts you from the front, bringing his throbbing, leaky cock rubbing into your face. It's obvious what he wants you to do, but you can't help but admire the dark red cock in front of you for a moment, and, oh, //the smell//. He smells wonderfully masculine despite being the smaller one of the two, and his musky scent - like an animal, and moss, and trees all combined - causes you to salivate at the treat you're presented with.
Your mouth is already hanging open in amazement, and the wolf easily thrusts his cock into your wet, warm maw. The taste is overwhelming at first, the same kind of muskiness you were smelling before, but amplified a hundredfold, intermingling with the coppery tang of his precum, which is already spraying over your tastebuds. You purse your lips around his shaft, almost afraid that you'll burn yourself given how hot it is, and the wolf whimpers in appreciation. It's a rough facefucking, delivered with the zeal only a barely sentient animal could have, but you do your best to make it as pleasurable as possible, licking along the smooth underside of his cock and gently sucking on it, while gulping down the constant drips and spurts of precum.
Meanwhile, the wolf mounting you has managed to stuff himself all the way inside, or at least down to the knot. His thrusts are sharp and instinctive, but as before he doesn't quite reach the frantic pace you'd expect, which leaves you more than able to moan around the other wolf's cock as he ruts into you, the heat and pleasure almost indescribable, making you quiver and shake like a buoy lost on the stormy seas of lust.
Of course, the sheer depravity of the situation also excites you. Fucking a werewolf would be one thing, but you're willingly letting these two four-legged wolves spitroast you while moaning like a whore, acting as their eager fucktoy. Or rather, given how much you're enjoying being stuffed with hard wolfcock from both ends, maybe it's not just acting, but being.
The smaller wolf comes first and without warning, only a sudden lurch as he jams his throbbing maleness as far into your mouth as he can, his fat knot pressing against your lips, clutching your chest with his paws. His whole body quivers, he grumbles happily, almost barking, and then erupts into your mouth in a deluge of canine cum. It's coppery in taste, much like his cock, with just the slightest muskines to it, but there's so much of coating every inch of your mouth, forcing you to swallow it in great mouthfuls as he empties his balls into your throat. Right in that moment, it might be the best thing you've ever tasted, in the throes of increasingly inflamed arousal.
He continues feeding you his cum for a surprisingly long time, enough so that the black wolf also reaches his climax. Almost violently, he suddenly slams his cock through your ravaged sphincter, the sudden pain and pressure causing you to cough as some of the cum drips down your windpipe, but the feelings are overwhelmingly good. Being so utterly stretched, feeling his cock lurch inside you, twitching and throbbing as he frantically humps into you in short, quick jabs, each one tugging at your clenching hole, it's enough to make you groan as you cum, your asshole //milking// at the alpha's cock, enthusiastically //begging// for his seed to flood your body even as your own sprays onto the grassy ground.
And cum he does. With a triumphant howl, he claims you as his newest bitch, his hot cum pumping into your body in heavy spurts, even as he clutches at your stomach, his claws leaving scratches that you'll have to hide when you return to your normal life. You feel utterly //owned//, his warmth seeping into your body, leaving you feeling bloated with his swollen knot making sure all of the stick seed stays inside you. //Just like it should//. It's a long climax for both of you, coming in waves and leaving you a panting, sticky mess, your face and mouth covered in wolf cum. You almost never want it to end.
When all three of you are finally spent, and his knot has deflated again, he manages to pull out, and you feel his cum gushing out, running down your thighs and onto your pants. Both wolves take turns licking some of it up, the grey one even licking your face and lips happily, but eventually, your canid lovers pad off, their interest in you exhausted. Though you feel that if you return, they'll be all too happy to have another go.
<<link [[You have to walk all the way, not daring to take the bus in this state. At least it's dark.|Home, fucked]]>><</link>>Oh, he might be a wild beast, but it still feels good to have someone thrust into you like that, his soft if dirty fur rubbing against your back as he takes you. He does it without any regard for your pleasure, making you little more than his lupine sex toy, but lost in lust, you find yourself swelling at the sensations regardless.
He keeps a rapid, feral pace, and it doesn't take long before he bites your neck with a small measure of stiffness, his huge knot hammering at your sphincter, stretching you wider each time. It's overwhelming, and you find yourself squirming equally in discomfort, lust, and pain. Your boxers are starting to feel wet, and you realize that you must be positively dripping precum, if only from the constant hammering that your prostate receives. Every now and then you feel him pulse inside you, and you know he's squirting more precum into your body.
Then, with a last mighty thrust, he slams his knot inside you, reaching the climax of this short, bestial mating, simultaneously biting your neck, at first hard but then easing up when he remembers that you don't have a protective pelt. And then, spurt after spurt of wet heat inside you, making you moan. There's so much of it, but you're not quite at your peak yet, and find yourself whimpering like your lover might, frustrated at not being able to cum before he stops thrusting.
The next ten minutes or so you spend ass to ass, still feeling him seeding your body in lazy pulsations. The smaller wolf stalks impatiently in front of you, whining, as if demanding his turn. At this point you're desperate enough to cum to want him on top of you as well, rutting and knotting you.
<<link [[Finally, the big wolf pulls out with a lewd pop, his knot followed by a gush of lupine cum that stains your poor, worn pants.|Second wolf]]>><</link>>
Almost immediately after the first wolf pulls out of you, the second leaps onto your back with a dominant snarl, hilting himself inside your gaping hole in a single thrust. He's a little less rough than his mate, but no less energetic, jackhammering in and out of you, your previous lover's cum sloshing around inside you, around his cock, dripping out each time he moves his hips. It might be sloppy seconds for him, but he doesn't seem to mind, and you certainly don't. It doesn't hurt anymore, not with thick lupine seed lubricating the animalistic mating, and you even thrust back against him, swaying your rear from side to side as he drills into you.
Surprisingly, he licks your cheek almost affectionately as you huff and moan, more than just getting into it now. No, the slick feral maleness sawing through your clenching hole feels more and more ecstatic. Even his messy fur rubbing into your body sends erotic tingles through your being. Your balls are tight and your pants sticking to your crotch from the sheer volume of precum you're drooling into them, and you know they're about to get even stickier.
The wolf goes for the gusto, thumping his cock into you at a breakneck speed, his knot slipping in and out of your stretched ass, until he finally slams it all the way inside, biting your neck just like his mate did as he convulses in climactic release, his watery lupine cum flooding into you in spurts, mixing with the load already inside you. And that sensation of being utterly filled is enough to make you cum too, and with a breathy moan you spray your load into your pants. //Oh, going back to the city is going to suck//, you think, although right now, it doesn't feel like it matters.
Finally, after several minutes, he withdraws, and both wolves unceremoniously pad off, leaving you torn, messy and leaking cum. Although still awash in the post-coital glow, you force yourself to stand up - wincing at how sore your ass feels - and slowly make your way back towards the edge of the forest.
<<link [[You have to walk all the way, not daring to take the bus in this state. At least it's dark.|Home, worn]]>><</link>>"Hrrf, afraid of our curse? Swallowing my seed won't save you," the werewolf growls as you sink to you knees in front of him, bringing you face to face with his massive cock. It's beautiful, like a perfect sculpture of deep red, and so slick to the touch, as you discover when you wrap your hands around it. You're filled by a sense of almost-reverence; you want to worship this beautiful cock and the heavy, plump balls dangling underneath it, to coax them into spurting their contents down your throat. //Maybe I'm just a natural omega...// you think, to your surprise.
And then you wrap your lips around the tip. You can't actually get him much deeper than that at first, but he seems to appreciate the effort, his hips and tail twitching as you go to work. What you can't offer him in depth, you make up for with your tongue, licking every inch of his cock, all the way down to his scruffy, dirty sheath, and even stick your tongue into that, savoring the musky flavor. Your hands are everywhere, from rolling his massive orbs between your fingers, gently squeezing them as you suck and lick, to squeezing behind his knot, something he seems to particularly enjoy, as each time to you do so, watery precum splashes against the back of your throat.
It seems to be a new sensation for the wolf, as well. Presumably, werewolves can't really give oral, which makes your heart swell with submissive pride, just knowing that you're making the enormous wolf feel good enough to pant loudly, his tail even hinting at a wag.
Then, you suddenly realize that your jaws have relaxed, somehow, and you take him deeper, like something about his precum is suppressing your gag reflex. He bumps against the back of your throat, and you hear his claws digging into the rock behind him in the throes of pleasure. You angle your head and take him even deeper, and your throat bulges around his girth, but somehow, you feel just fine.
Much sooner than you'd expected him to - probably thanks to the unfamiliar stimulus of your mouth - the wolf tenses up. Far too early, but it's still exciting that you've managed to bring him there so quickly, and you relax your jaws further, letting his cock slide into your throat so that his knot kisses your pursed lips. Although you'd love for him to know your mouth, that'll never happen. But he does throb, and you swear that you can feel the cum rushing from his tightened balls, and spurt right down your throat, with you having no say in the matter, and knowing it's all being deposited right into makes you hard as rock, aching to be touched.
//Throb. Spurt. Throb. Spurt.// All the while, the werewolf whines and growls, and you can just imagine his cursed seed spreading throughout your body. While the thought excites you, you're still in control enough to hope it doesn't. Finally, your lover's cock wilts and he collapses backwards onto the rock he was steadying himself against, panting and nearly passed out.
<<link [[What happens to you?|Ending 1]]>><</link>>Oh, you don't even care anymore. Being this close to the musky beast makes you feel drunk with musky lust, his scent effectively shutting down the more logical parts of your mind. No, you need him inside you, pumping that cursed seed deep into your body. You could always push it out afterwards once you cum, as long as you don't let him tie with you.
Of course, how you're going to stop him from doing so never really enters into your internal argument.
So instead of doing the reasonable thing and trying to figure a way out of this, you turn around, pushing your ass back against the werewolf's crotch, drawing a pleased grumble from him. He says something about sharing you with the rest of the pack, too, since you're so eager to become one of them. Even though you're planning to sneak away when he's in his post-orgasmic daze, the thought still excites you, the sheer hedonism of being the fucktoy of a whole pack of werewolves.
He grabs you by the waist and maneuvers you over a nearby tall, flat rock, pushing your body down against it with your lower body hanging off. There's a brief //snip// as he slices open your pants with the tip of a claw - presumably thinking that you won't be needing them anyway - leaving a convenient hole to fuck you through.
"Grrf, you humans and your clothes. Why even bother wearing any when all you want is to get fucked?" he muses, spitting into his paw and rubbing it all over his cock, now fully erect with you in such a compromising position, open for his lusts. Of course, you don't actually see it, but you //feel// the incredibly hot, firm member as it slaps against your back. Even through the fabric, you feel the heat of it, and you feel it even more when he slides it between your bare cheeks. //Oh, gods//, you're really doing this. You're about to let a werewolf fuck you. The reality of the situation sinking in almost makes you soil your pants right then and there.
"Open wide," he growls. "It's time to join the pack."
Then, he thrusts. His massive cock is almost as thick as your arm, but werewolves were designed - or cursed, rather - to convert people into more of them, and so there's some strange properties to their bodily fluids. It doesn't hurt when he slides inside you, although it feels like someone's driven a baseball bat up there. You can't imagine how all those inches fit inside you, but you feel his firm heat, like red-hot steel, sliding ever deeper, and you moan in ecstasy. It's everything you've ever wanted, //but you can't let him knot you. Or maybe you can.//
But despite all your worrying, you feel him throb inside you, and know that he's already squirting precum into you, like any horny canine. You wonder if it's infectious, but there's nothing you can do but whimper at the warmth seeping into your guts, effusing your body with what feels like a glow of pure, primal arousal. So you push back against your werewolf lover, squeezing down on him and let out a happy, almost canid whine, unconsciously, where he grunts with approval.
"That's a good bitch," the growls, pulling almost all the way out of you, leaving only the leaking tip of his engorged member inside. You feel empty, and push back against him, but he keeps his hands on your hips. He seems to be savoring the sight of your now-gaping ass, but only for a moment, and soon he bucks his hips, driving his full length deep into your body again, sending a cresting wave of the pleasure shooting through you, and you barely even realize that you're drooling, you mouth hanging open in a way matching your lover. You lose track of time as he ruts into you with heavy thumps, and you think you've cum several times from his merciless pounding, going by how sticky your belly feels.
But the wolf isn't done yet. You feel his knot spreading you even wider with each primal thrust, and going by how frantic his movements are getting, you know that it's going to lock inside you any time now. You could pull off and try to finish him with your mouth, maybe he'd be satisfied with that. But you're so damn close to cumming again, your balls feeling swollen and aching tenderly despite your recent release(s), the wolf's bestial vigor rubbing off on you. Maybe if you just let him mate with you for a few more seconds...
<<link [[Just a little more...|Knot]]>><</link>>
<<link [[Pull off. It's too risky.|Mouth 2]]>><<set $moon to $moon + 1>><<set $knot to 1>><</link>>After hours of wandering through the forest, and then several more wandering through the city streets, avoiding lights as much as you can, you get back home, luckily not having been arrested for exposure despite your well-fucked and rather indecent condition.
//Well, it was certainly an experience//, you think to yourself once you finally slump onto your bed, still sore but at least mostly cleaned up. You never did find any werewolves, but you can't deny that your experience was rather pleasant regardless, if far more depraved. Maybe if you hadn't run they'd have been more gentle, which could've been even better. Of course, there's always next time.
Well, if you manage to find the two wolves anyway. You fall asleep into feverish dreams of ferals and sex.
<<link [[Was this what you wanted, or do you want to restart?|An introduction]]>><</link>>After hours of wandering through the forest, and then several more wandering through the city streets, avoiding lights as much as you can, you get back home, luckily not having been arrested for exposure despite your well-fucked and rather indecent condition.
//Well, it was certainly an experience//, you think to yourself once you finally slump onto your bed, still sore but at least mostly cleaned up. You never did find any werewolves, but you can't deny that your experience was rather pleasant nontheless, if far more depraved. You already long for the wolves' feral affections again, and decide that you'll definitely want to see them again. Maybe for a longer time, if they accept you as their sex toy. Who needs werewolves when you have two sexy male beasts, hungry like the wolf?
Well, if you manage to find them, anyway You fall asleep into feverish dreams of ferals and sex.
<<link [[Was this what you wanted, or do you want to restart?|An introduction]]>><</link>>You're so damn close, your balls are pulled almost painfully tight against your body, swollen and ready again, with that ecstatic agony of impending release building with each thrust. If you just let him fuck you through another orgasm you'll be able to think more clearly, you reason, even as you push back against him as hard as you can, letting his hardness bump over your prostate over and over again. //Oh gods, here it comes//.
And then you climax. It's a glorious release, and as your sphincter dilates, his knot slips inside you with a wet //schlurp//, and you instinctive clench down behind it, again and again, howling in pleasure as your pearly white cum shoots across the rock you're leaned against it, rubbing into your clothes and furry as the werewolf's thrusts rock you. You arch your back and bare your neck for your lover instinctively, and he bites you, roughly grabbing your neck with his jaws. He snorts, growls, his saliva soaking into your skin even as the pinching pain enhances your own release, and then, he cums, deep inside your vulnerable body, before you even realize what's happening. It feels like time slows down to burn the moment of your corruption into your memory.
First, his cock swells further inside you, and images of his sticky lycanthropic seed spraying from the tip fill your mind, along with feelings of both fear and anticipation. He teeters on the edge for just a moment, and then he throbs, grunting and growling, grinding his hips against you. You squirm. Somewhere deep inside, you want to get away, but a stronger, more instinctive part of you squeezes down on his cock, gyrating your ass to stimulate your lover further, milking him, begging for him to breed you into a sexy werewolf. Then, he throbs again, and this time, that thick, warm seed erupts from his pointed cockhead, splashing inside you in thick ropes, and it feels //so fucking good//. Like this was what you wanted all along; it's almost a feeling of relief, of a fire inside you being put out by the soothing thick cream he fills you with. You both howl out in moon-blessed release, your bodies feverishly and bestially working together so you receive every single drop of that wonderful cum, thrusting, milking, throbbing, and quivering.
It's not until he's properly seeded you, so your belly is visibly bloate with his massive load sloshing around inside you, that you truly realize what just happened. Panic rises in your chest. Maybe if you push all of it out very quickly...
<<link [[What happens to you?|Ending 2]]>><</link>>
You tell the wolf that you want to taste is cum, and that you want him to mark your whole body with that slimy stuff so everyone knows you belong to him, and him only. He growls at first, unwilling to leave the warmth of your body, but the idea of prolonging the moment, waiting with fully turning you seems to resonate within him. //Of course, if you're enjoyed too much werewolf cum from other sources, just doing this might be too much...//
He slowly pulls out of you, your squeezing sphincter clinging to his shaft as if you don't actually want him to leave. The sense of emptiness is profound, but he flips you over - roughly, sure to leave bruises - and you find yourself staring at a faceful of thich lupine cock that smells both of him and you. It's enough to make you dizzy, thinking about how that massive thing managed to fit inside you. You get to work with your soft hands, and the werewolf grumbles with appreciation as you tease every inch of him, squeezing behind his knot to simulate a tie, aiming his cumslit right at your face. You're already fantasizing about how it'll feel when he paints you white, how his corrupted cum will tingle as it sinks into your skin. Maybe you'll sprout fur. Maybe you'll just smell like your mate for weeks. Regardless, the allure is far too much to resist, and so you stroke him, needing both hands to really wrap them around that girth.
You watch as his slit expands, his panting growing ragged and rough, and then he tenses up, his cock //jumping// in your hands, as he climaxes. He //pulses// lewdly, and you feel the cum rushing up his shaft and spraying out of the tip, all over your face and clothes, and you eagerly lap up as much as you can, licking your lips for every last bit of the salty nectar. In fact, being bathed in his warm, thick seed is enough to make you cum with no additional stimulation required, and you buck your hips in ecstasy as you spurt your own cum to join the mess over your body, some of it even hitting the werewolf leaning over you. You almost hope that he makes you clean him up.
Your skin tingles where his cream lands, and where it drips, an insufferable itch that you have to try your hardest not to scratch. The werewolf lays down in the grass when he's finally spent, exhausted from his release, but you know he'll recover quickly. The question is if you'll still be there when he does.
<<if $moon > 4>> <<link [[What happens to you?|Ending 3]]>><</link>>
<<else>> <<link [[What happens to you?|Ending 4]]>><</link>> <<endif>>Primal thoughts race through your mind. You want to hunt, you want to breed. But only for a moment. You silently retreat from the spent werewolf, your temporarily enhanced sense of smell easily letting you follow your own footsteps into the night. Occasionally, you hear a howl or two from behind you, but nothing seems to follow you, and eventually you make it back, all the way to the edge of the forest, with a belly bloated with werewolf cum.
You don't end up transforming, but for the next few days you're constantly horny, even silently whining with frustration when unable to find a partner to mount. Those thoughts fade away before the next weekend, but leave behind them an ineffable yearning to go back, to find those werewolves and roll the dice yet again.
Then again, maybe you should be happy. You've managed something that few people have; worshipping the beautiful cock of a werewolf, without having to suffer that horrid curse yourself. Plus, you know you can do it again without risking anything, should you be able to refrain fron anything more than that. You just need to find another one of those sexy lupines...
<<link [[Was this what you wanted, or do you want to restart?|An introduction]]>><</link>>There's not much you can do. His weight on top of you pins you down so you can't even work to get his knot out of you, and it's keeping all the cum deep within your warm body, where it has time to really soak into your being. With that much of his tainted seed safely inside you, it's nearly inevitable that it takes root. And so it does.
A convulsion wracks your body, every single one of your muscles tensing up to the point you're afraid they'll burst. An overwhelming pressure builds inside you, and although you try to hold it in, you can't do that any more than one man can stop a tidal wave, and it erupts through your skin in a thick pelt of fur spreading over your back at a rapid pace, tickling and burning despite the wolf on top of you licking at you to soothe the pain in his lupine way. But it's nothing compared to the other changes.
Your very bones stretch and crack, like tree trunks in a storm, your limbs and torso lengthening. Each crack is accompanied by a jolt of pain, and for a moment, as your spine is wracked by the transformation, you lose all sense of feeling in your legs. Your ass relaxes and the massive knot pops out, letting him admire your leaking, well-bred hole, which is gaping lewdly. It's only a few seconds before the curse stitches bone back to bone, nerve to nerve and muscle to muscle, bringing the pain back as more changes happen.
The worst part is your face. It stretches slowly into a muzzle, with your skin tearing away to reveal a new layer of short fur underneath, and the pressure in your skull and sinuses make you cry out in agony. There's another snap, a crack, and then it suddenly ebbs as the very tip of your new lupine muzzle blackens into a wet canine nose, and a whole hidden world suddenly reveals itself to you.
The incredibly melange of scents suddenly flooding your nose and brain is enough to distract you from the other changes. While claws burst forth from your fingers and toes, and a tail grows out like a fern from the end of your spine, you're utterly spellbound by the smells. Thousands of plants, nearby animals, each with their own unique fragrances, even your own human scent that's slowly fading away is intensified thousandfold, but most of all, you focus on the scent of your new mate. It's indescribable, the way you can sense his masculinity, his primal nature, even the emotions he's feeling - intense satisfaction at watching you shift, and the afterglow of a good mating - all become very obvious. And your heart swells, not only with the transformation, but with adoration for him. A pack mentality of sorts asserts itself, and you instinctively want to be with him, want to hunt with him and serve him.
Sounds intensify as your ears grow, twitching and swivelling, and almost immediately you hear the other werewolves, chuckling and muttering about how this one managed to claim you. You hear the crackling of their fire, even the bats flitting between the trees in their own hunt, leaving little space for other thoughts. A convulsion forces you stand up, and you hunch over, much like the beast that did this to you. The darkness brightens, no longer hiding anything from your cursed vision.
There's a surge of exquisite pleasure from your crotch as your cock's reshaped, as if by hand, into a beautiful, red, and knotted member, your foreskin retreating to become a fuzzy sheath, although with how turned on you are, it doesn't do much to hide you. Your balls clench, tightening, and then plump up, and you suddenly bark out in another climax, the last of your human cum spraying onto the ground, wasted, as your new wolven testicles churn to produce the same tainted seed as your corruptor.
And then, you throw your head back and howl to the moon, your pack joining you immediately, and more packs from further away, each singing their own melancholy tunes.
The transformation leaves your mind foggy, consumed with only lust and the need to belong. You'll surely transform back. That's what werewolves do, isn't it? Yet, what's done is done; one life, which feels distant and faded now, permanently left behind and a new one spreading out before you. One far more primal, violent, lusty and exciting. One of mindless hunts and mating, of existing rather than thinking about existence. Fully in the moment, you don't regret a thing. You won't be returning home.
<<link [[Was this what you wanted, or do you want to restart?|An introduction]]>><</link>>The wolf grins. A predatory, hungry grin. "Eager human," he growls, and you swear his cock //jumps// out of its sheath, a noticeable red shaft poking free and signalling his obvious arousal. He's so close now that you can smell it, too, a tangy scent of male need, infectious to the point you can feel //yourself// getting excited too, despite the dire prospects for your humanity.
He grabs you by the waist, carefully, so as to not hurt you, and hoists you over his shoulder. He's very warm and surprisingly soft, and you don't struggle despite knowing that you should. Where this submission will lead is obvious, but maybe that's what you really wanted all along.
<<link [[He carries you towards his pack's temporary campsite, and you feel oddly elated. Relieved, perhaps, at not having a choice anymore.|Group approach 2]]>><</link>>You try to dodge the wolf as best as you can, trying to keep quiet until he passes you, although you're not sure if he's simply toying with you given how sharp his senses are. Still, he shows no signs of knowing where you are. Then again, why would he need to, when you're willingly walking into the wolf's maw?
It feels like you're probably doing something terribly unwise, but you ignore that warning and force yourself to go towards the glow of the fire. And soon enough, you're in a clearing, with three werewolves looking at you. They seem surprisingly relaxed, probably because your intentions are very obvious, and not only from the bulge in your trousers.
"So the human joins us," one with a rich brown coat, almost orange in the glow of the flames, says.
"Hrrf, eager little bitch," another says, this one white like snow.
"Been a while since I turned someone last," the third grumbles, clearly already aroused by the idea, as you can tell from his cock poking out of his sheath and contrasting against his grey fur, eager to be buried inside your willing body.
"A male bitch. Though maybe we should make him a real one," the brown wolf says, his muzzle spreading into a wide grin.
"It's been long since we had a breeder," a deep voice says from behind you. The fourth one, having followed you. He doesn't sound terribly pleased about the idea, and they wolves start growling and snarling at each other, clearly disagreeing about what to do with you.
But for you, it's certainly a new thought. Of being turned into a proper bitch for the werewolves, a willing breeder for them to pump full of their virile seed and giving them pups over and over again, helping to grow the pack with more than just yourself. You're not sure how to feel about it.
<<link [[It does sound hot. It's too late to turn back anyway, and if you're going to be a werewolf, you'd prefer serving your pack in every possible way.|Group, female]]>><</link>>
<<link [[If you're going to become a werewolf, you'd prefer to at least hold on to your gender. Being a female would be far too alien.|Group, male]]>><</link>>You're shoved aside for the moment, sending you tumbling into the grass as the wolves get heated up in their argument, hackles raised, growling and snapping at each other. The brown wolf lunges for the black one, and is struck down so quickly you only see a blur of action and a pained grunt as he falls. The other two hesitate to do anything, and soon enough their ears fold and they appear to submit to their alpha. Even the brown one, as he gets up with a groan, accepts this, his tail tucked between his legs just long enough for the black wolf to nod.
"He's mine, and he'll stay male. But you're free to use his mouth or hands, or even knot him after I'm done," the black wolf barks. It seems like he's the alpha. It's funny how werewolves follow that kind of pack structure, you think to yourself. Probably a result of the blending of human and animal instincts.
"Rr, I still think we should've-" the brown wolf mutters, but then falls silent as his alpha stares at him. "At least we have a bitch //male//" the white one quips, apparently rather quickly accepting the situation.
You're quickly stripped of your clothes, some tossed in the fire and others left in tatters on the ground, offering no resistance against the unnaturally sharp claws of the beasts. Their - and soon, your - alpha pushes you down onto the ground, near enough to the fire that you don't freeze, and the other wolves snarl and growl at each other as if deciding which parts of you they'll get to use, but eventually they seem to sort it out, and all gather around you, close enough that you can feel their warmth. Even the brown wolf joins in, kneeling next to your prone form. Despite his preferences, he still seems relatively eager to at least get some pleasure out of you, as they're all visibly aroused, four swelling wolven cocks smearing precum on your body as the wolves work themselves into a mating frenzy, rubbing their shining red members against your soft skin.
You feel like a kid at a candystore, eager to realize all of your long-suppressed fantasies. The fact that you'll definitely become one of them doesn't even bother you anymore, you're far beyond the point of caring.
<<link [[And so, you tell them to fuck you, to claim you for their pack, blushing even as you utter the words.|Claimed by the pack]]>><</link>>"Oh, it's been even longer since I bred a female..." the white wolf says, and from the way he begins panting suggests that he definitely wants to do it again.
"Hrrh, yes. The heat and wetness..." the brown one fantasizes, beginning to rub his crotch, his cock readily slipping out of his sheath and into his paw.
Only the last wolf, the one who followed you, seems to hesitate, but seeing the obvious support from his packmates, he relents. "Grf, fine, but I want to enjoy him while he's still male," he snarls, somewhat annoyedly.
"Greedy. You already have the rest of us to mate with, one bitch won't make a difference" the grey wolf comments, though you think playfully. Of course, it's hard to tell when all of them sound permanently angry with their deep, guttural voices.
The black wolf places his paws on your shoulders and guides you closer to the increasingly horny group. Your head swims looking at them, their seductive knotted cocks, knowing you'll be taking all they have to offer with little to say about it. But ultimately, isn't that why you //truly// came here? To become one of those cursed beasts, not just to get fucked by them, regardless of what you've been telling yourself. It just seems right, you realize, even as they slice off your clothes piece by piece, leaving them in tatters around the campfire, and leaving you fully naked for them to appraise. The air is cold enough to make you shiver as you're stripped, but soon enough, four wolves are rubbing their bodies into you, their pelts tickling and teasing what feels like every inch of your body, and their incredibly warm cocks smearing precum over your chest and back as they grind against you.
It already feels amazing, and you've barely even gotten started. You need to have them, //must// have them, to ever soothe the desperate fire of arousal their bestial bodies inspire within you. Yes, this is what you were born to do, your destiny.
<<link [[You give yourself to them, fully, with no reservations.|Utterly claimed]]>><</link>>To get to the gender shifting, go into the forest immediately, towards the glade, deeper into the forest following the sounds, and don't hesitate to approach the group of the werewolves. The last choice should be obvious.
<<link [[Onwards, to the story!|An introduction]]>><</link>>The black wolf, to your surprise, isn't the one to fuck you. Instead, he straddles your chest and lets his slick cock rest against your face, smearing his plentiful precum over your lips, making them tingle. You don't need any further invitation than that, and wrap both of your hands around it, stretching your jaws as wide open as possible to take even the pointed tip inside. Although you can't envelop much of him, you make up for with your tongue, more nimble than that of a wolf, and soon enough you have him panting. While the other wolves rub themselves all over your body, he decides to get on all fours so that his cock is directly above you, and thrusts, hungrily forcing himself deeper.
While he does so, the brown beast grabs you by the ankles and easily lifts your body halfway off the ground while spreading you wide. You moan as his virility pokes at your exposed rear.
"Hrr, get ready," he taunts. "Soon enough you'll have a proper breeding hole for us."
He pokes and prods at your pucker, slowly getting you to relax, smearing his slippery canid precum on and inside you, and you moan. Meanwhile, the remaining two wolves, one on each side of you, begin licking every inch of your skin. You were half expecting that they wanted you to pleasure you with their hands, but it seems almost like a ritual rather than a mere orgy. You yelp as one of them gives you a gentle nip, barely piercing your skin near your belly, and the other does the same on the your other side.
As if he was waiting for that distraction, the brown wolf slams his length into you, the sudden fullness making your eyes tear up, although it's not outright painful. Soon enough you're moaning like a slut, however, as he penetrates you more deeply, inch after inch of his firm shaft disappearing inside you.
Your transformation starts much sooner than you were expecting, probably thanks to the two bites. You groan as your skin begins itching all over your body, only for soft grey fur to erupt from it, rapidly spreading across your body while you watch it and the werewolf fucking you, with equal amazement. There's a brief moment of numbness, but with how rapidly you're turning you barely have time to register that or any pain, and instead, you only hear and feel a series of rapid snaps and cracks as your bones reshape themselves into new, proper forms, more suited to carry the weight of a werewolf. Similarly, your spine lengthens, and a tail, already wagging, bursts out from just above your shapely ass. At first, it feels alien, like it's wagging on its own, but quickly you realize it's a part of you, one that'll always directly mirror what you're feeling. And right now, it's apparently joy, despite the fundamentally terrifying transformations you're going through.
Your muzzle begins to grow, and your eyes tear up once again at the stretching of your sinuses, but you're rather distracted by the massive slick cock currently in your mouth. You worry that your teeth, as they sharpen, might hurt him, but it's almost like he's done this before, and he holds your jaws open with a his powerful hands even as your face melts into a new bestial form. As your nose forms, you can immediately sense a plethora of new smells, although with four aroused werewolves so close to you, there's little to focus on but their obvious masculine virility, and it excites you, making you feel even hotter and needier, your //insides// clenching as if... oh. You realize that you can even smell yourself, but your scent is rapidly changing, into something more wolfish and feminine.
"Rgh, she's changing too quickly," the black wolf snarls. "I wanted to... well, fuck it, I'll still breed her." he continues. It's obvious that he'd have preferred you intact, but he seems too aroused to really say no.
The wolf using your ass suddenly withdraws, leaving you feeling //profoundly// empty. For a moment, you think the changes have finished, but when further spasms suddenly shake your body, you realize there's still more to come.
<<link [[You realize, dimly, that your cock still remains human, and that despite your mental excitement, it's softening. Wilting.|Heat]]>><</link>>The werewolf leaps through the undergrowth at a dizzying speed, dodging trees with almost supernatural dexterity, and before you even have time to react, you're out in the open, in plain sight of another three of the beasts. Brown, grey, and white, all looking at you with some measure of amusement. Before any of them have a chance to say anything, your captor speaks.
"As the one who caught this human, I claim the right to turn him," he snarls, and the others sigh, whine or bark in response. Maybe they had different plans for you, but you'll never know what. Still, they approach nonetheless, their frustration giving way to curiosity, and perhaps more.
"Hrmh, must be pretty eager to join us," the grey wolf grunts, running a rough paw over your chest. "Rare to find such willing prey, he would've made a good bitch..."
Oh, was that what they hoped for?
"If you want a bitch, go catch someone yourself," the black wolf who caught you responds angrily. He doesn't seem to much enjoy the idea. You suppose even these persistently lusty beasts still hold on to some sort of preferences when it comes to mating. "He's mine, and he'll stay male. But you're free to use his mouth or hands, or even knot him after I'm done," he explains. It seems like he's the alpha. It's funny how werewolves follow that kind of pack structure, you think to yourself. Probably a result of the blending of human and animal instincts.
You're quickly stripped of your clothes, some tossed in the fire and others left in tatters on the ground, offering no resistance against the unnaturally sharp claws of the beasts. Their - and soon, your - alpha pushes you down onto the ground, near enough to the fire that you don't freeze, and the other wolves snarl and growl at each other as if deciding which parts of you they'll get to use, but eventually they seem to sort it out, and all gather around you, close enough that you can feel their warmth. They're all visibly aroused, and you feel like a kid at a candystore, eager to realize all of your long-suppressed fantasies. The fact that you'll definitely become one of them doesn't even bother you anymore, you're far beyond the point of caring.
<<link [[And so, you tell them to fuck you, to claim you for their pack, blushing even as you utter the words.|Claimed by the pack]]>><</link>>The black wolf, the alpha, grabs your legs and spreads them while lifting your lower body off the ground effortlessly. He places your legs on his shoulders and then buries his muzzle under your balls, eagerly, even //hungrily// lapping at your puckered hole. With some effort, his tongue squeezes inside you, and you almost cum right then and there at the intrusion of that slipper, warm appendage. He eats you out in every sense of the word, drooling as he does, his nose visibly twitching as he clearly enjoys the scents and flavors of a human, just not in the way one might expect a werewolf to.
While he explorers your rear, the other wolves aren't idle. Two of them present their cocks to you on either side, and you alternate between stroking them lovingly. While you'd prefer one in each hand, they're just too thick for that, and so you switch between them, stroking one needy wolf until the other growls at you, demanding your attention. Either way you're enthralled with the way they twitch and throb in your hands, and how clear precum spurts all over your body as you rub and squeeze their firm, slick meat.
The last wolf, the white one, positions himself over your head, his dripping maleness right above your mouth. A single drop of his slippery precum falls onto your lips, and your tongue darts out to lick it up, taking in the untamed, animalistic flavor of arousal. Truth be told, it doesn't taste like much, but seeing it leak from his cock is what makes it so tasty, but with your hands busy, you can't really stroke him. Of course, you don't have to; he lowers himself so that his massive cock rests against your lips, which you quickly wrap around his tip, nursing on his engorged meat while moaning happily. Yet, he's not satisfied with just that, and forces your jaws open, pushing that magnificent specimen of masculinity further into your wet, warm mouth. The fluids he's constantly leaking seem to have a relaxing effect on your muscles, and he somehow manages to penetrate into your throat without you choking on his sheer girth.
Suddenly, there's a sharp pain from your rear, and you yelp with surprise. The black wolf has bitten one of your cheeks, relatively gently, but hard enough to pierce the skin, and you suddenly feel woozy as you realize their taint is definitely within you now. Perhaps they wanted to fuck you //as// you transform, rather than afterwards.
<<link [[You feel a cold, almost lunar glow spread through your body from where he bit you, and realize that this is the end of your human days.|Rut]]>><</link>>
"//You//, mate with //me//?" the black wolf grins, flexing his claws. To your great surprise he appears to genuinely consider it. "Hrf, it has been a while, and you're not part of the pack..." he muses. Is he ashamed by the desire to get fucked? Would the rest of his pack look down on him? If that's the case, then you'd be perfect, since they'd never know, not unless they really examined him. And going by his size he's the leader of the pack, so they probably wouldn't dare. You find yourself rock hard at the fact that the werewolf is even entertaining the idea, and in your mind's eye you can see yourself pounding at his furry tailhole, holding onto his wagging tail as you spray your seed into him.
He approaches you, seemingly more in control of his actions than the average werewolf, and soon enough his musky, spicy scent envelops you. He's positively huge in comparison to you, his sheath brushing up against your chest before he kneels down, nuzzling at your neck and taking in your scent. You're afraid of moving, particularly with his paws - and the sharp claws on each finger - stroking your head. There's no mistaking that he's still the dominant one here, regardless of how things end up. A single snap of his massive jaws would take your head clean off, but he doesn't seem to be interested in doing that. Not yet, at least.
He reaches down to grope your crotch, feeling your relative bulk through your jeans. You're downright tiny in comparison to his massive maleness, but seven inches isn't that bad for a human, and the wolf seems pleased, panting with growing excitement, his breath hot and humid against your face. It feels almost like a dream, especially when his claws effortlessly slice through the fabric, fishing your cock out for his appraisal. He leans down to sniff at you, and grumbles with approval, although he does nip at you occasionally, not breaking the skin but reminding you that he's not submitting, just taking what he wants. Even if what he wants is your cock inside him.
He turns around, dropping onto all fours, a posture that seems like a natural one for him, and raises his tail. You gaze as his black, fleshy asshole presented to you willingly, and strange feral instincts surge inside you. Your cock aches to be buried inside him, and compelled by those desires, you jump on top of him, not even bothering to take off the rest of your clothes. He growls with appreciation as you give into your primal needs, hugging his massive body best you can as you thrust into him. Despite his massive size, his body hugs your cock tightly, squeezing and milking you.
The fact that you're actually mounting a werewolf is erotic beyond belief, and you claw at his thick fur with passionate abandon, rutting into him like a wild animal. On some level you wonder if this will get you turned, but you don't particularly care; all that matters is that marvellous bestial tunnel, the sensation of his fur tickling your face and crotch, as you cling on for dear life, your mate barking and whining in encouragement.
<<link [[You're actually doing it. You feel dizzy with ecstasy, giving the werewolf everything you've got and then some.|Mating Aftermath]]>><</link>>The itch doesn't let up. It's too much, you've taken in too much of their essence, and rather than fading away, the sensations grow, radiating into your body like icy moonlight. For a brief moment, you feel a sense of growing panic, in the clarity afforded by your recent orgasm, and you almost wish you'd just resisted more. Then everything hits you at once, your stomach tying itself into knots and a series of convulsions wracking your body.
An overwhelming pressure builds inside you, and although you try to hold it in, you can't do that any more than one man can stop a tidal wave, and it erupts through your skin in a thick pelt of fur spreading over your back at a rapid pace, tickling and burning. The werewolf, hearing your pained moans, stands up and leans over you again, watching your transformation with intense curiosity and arousal.
Your very bones stretch and crack, like tree trunks in a storm, your limbs and torso lengthening. Each crack is accompanied by a jolt of pain, and for a moment, as your spine is twisted by the transformation, you lose all sense of feeling in your legs. You go limp, but it's only a few seconds before the curse stitches bone back to bone, nerve to nerve and muscle to muscle, bringing the pain back as more changes happen, although your mate is rubbing his paws over your cum-covered body, trying to alleviate the worst of it.
The worst part is your face. It stretches slowly into a muzzle, with your skin tearing away to reveal a new layer of short fur underneath, and the pressure in your skull and sinuses make you cry out in agony. There's another snap, a crack, and then it suddenly ebbs as the very tip of your new lupine muzzle blackens into a wet canine nose, and a whole hidden world suddenly reveals itself to you.
The incredibly melange of scents suddenly flooding your nose and brain is enough to distract you from the other changes. While claws burst forth from your fingers and toes, and a tail grows out like a fern from the end of your spine, you're utterly spellbound by the smells. Thousands of plants, nearby animals, each with their own unique fragrances, even your own human scent that's slowly fading away is intensified thousandfold, but most of all, you focus on the scent of your new mate. It's indescribable, the way you can sense his masculinity, his primal nature, even the emotions he's feeling - intense satisfaction at watching you shift, and the afterglow of a good mating - all become very obvious. And your heart swells, not only with the transformation, but with adoration for him. A pack mentality of sorts asserts itself, and you instinctively want to be with him, want to hunt with him and serve him.
Sounds intensify as your ears grow, twitching and swivelling, and almost immediately you hear the other werewolves, chuckling and muttering about how this one managed to claim you. You hear the crackling of their fire, even the bats flitting between the trees in their own hunt, leaving little space for other thoughts. Another convulsion forces you stand up, and you hunch over, much like the beast that did this to you. The darkness brightens, no longer hiding anything from your cursed vision. There's a surge of exquisite pleasure from your crotch as your cock's reshaped, as if by hand, into a beautiful, red, and knotted member, your foreskin retreating to become a fuzzy sheath, although with how turned on you are, it doesn't do much to hide you. Your balls clench, tightening, and then plump up, and you suddenly bark out in another climax, the last of your human cum spraying onto the ground, wasted, as your new wolven testicles churn to produce the same tainted seed as your corruptor.
And then, you throw your head back and howl to the moon, your pack joining you immediately, and more packs from further away, each singing their own melancholy tunes.
The transformation leaves your mind foggy, consumed with only lust and the need to belong. You'll surely transform back. That's what werewolves do, isn't it? Yet, what's done is done; one life, which feels distant and faded now, permanently left behind and a new one spreading out before you. One far more primal, violent, lusty and exciting. One of mindless hunts and mating, of existing rather than thinking about existence. Fully in the moment, you don't regret a thing. You won't be returning home.
<<link [[Was this what you wanted, or do you want to restart?|An introduction]]>><</link>>You slowly sneak away from the werewolf, who's seemingly insensate following his release. Primal thoughts race through your mind. You want to hunt, you want to breed. But only for a moment. Although you clearly feel the corruption within you, it doesn't overwhelm you.
Your temporarily enhanced sense of smell easily letting you follow your own footsteps into the night. Occasionally, you hear a howl or two from behind you, but nothing seems to follow you, and eventually you make it back, all the way to the edge of the forest, with a belly bloated with werewolf cum.
You don't end up transforming, but for the next few days you're constantly horny, even silently whining with frustration when unable to find a partner to mount. Those thoughts fade away before the next weekend, but leave behind them an ineffable yearning to go back, to find those werewolves and roll the dice yet again.
Then again, maybe you should be happy. You've managed something that few people have; worshipping the beautiful cock of a werewolf, without having to suffer that horrid curse yourself. Plus, you know you can do it again without risking anything, should you be able to refrain from anything more than that. You just need to find another one of those sexy lupines...
<<link [[Was this what you wanted, or do you want to restart?|An introduction]]>><</link>>You lose yourself in the coupling, thrusting like a feral animal, regressing to primal growls and grunts as you bury yourself into the werewolf's willing tailhole over and over, the familiar pressure of impending release building inside you. From how your lupine partner is panting, it seems he's getting fairly close as well, even though you're not sure how much stimulation he can be getting from your relatively modest cock. Maybe it's just the magic of the moment, though he is also stroking his slick wolfcock in a lusty frenzy. You can even smell the tang of the precum he keeps spurting onto the ground, each wet splatter accompanied by a squeeze of his hole around you.
He erupts suddenly, with a howl, and you feel him clench down around your thrusting shaft. You bury yourself down to the hilt in his warm bestial body, moaning in utter abandon as your fingers dig into his rear, spreading him apart to get as deep as possible. And then, it happens. You //explode// inside him, twitching and grinding as you empty your balls inside him, giving him every single drop that you can, and you feel it slosh around your cock with every weak thrust. You had no idea you could even produce so much cum, but maybe truly realizing a fantasy like this would do it. So you breed him well, cumming and cumming deep into his body until you feel weak and drained, and collapse on top of him.
And that, of course, brings with it the realization that no matter how satisfied and warm you feel right now, you really need to get moving before he or his packmates want a turn on top. So, you pull your sore maleness out of his clutching rear and disappear into the forest, tripping several times because of how weak your legs feel.
<<link [[You manage to find your way out, with your mind clear and focused despite the fuzzy afterglow.|Home, satisfied]]>><</link>>
Well, you muse to yourself as you finally collapse onto your comfortable bed. You got everything you wanted, and as it turns out, fucking a werewolf isn't nearly as risky as getting fucked by one. Of course, your satisfaction doesn't even last until you fall asleep. Such is the way of sexual release.
Before your dreams sweep you away, you wonder if you should go back. What you could've done differently. Maybe you should let one of those beasts mount you in turn, though that'd be terribly dangerous and foolish; you probably found the only one in the country willing to let you mount him instead, so it's probably best not to risk it.
Still, you know that you've at least gotten a new memory to treasure, especially every time you masturbate. Not many people can claim to have had a werewolf wrapped around their cock, after all.
<<link [[Was this what you wanted, or do you want to restart?|An introduction]]>><</link>>A sharp pain suddenly stabs at your insides. You can only imagine what's happening, since you're changing not only species, but gender. It quickly abates, leaving behind something not entirely unpleasant, but uncomfortable. An itchy heat, demanding to be scratched. There's a sense of what you could only describe as suction as your cock shrinks, and eventually disappears entirely. You panic for a moment as you crotch becomes smooth and featureless, though mainly at the prospect of not being able to cum, desperately pawing where your maleness used to be, but the two wolves to your sides pin your arms down, both with wide, hungry grins on their muzzles.
Your chest begins to swell, your nipples growing tender and more sensitive, and you're suddenly acutely aware of the cold air on them. You half expect to grow breasts like humans have, but the swelling stops there, leaving only A-cup sized swellings at best. Instead, you grow two more nipples, and then two more further down, and although you can't see them, covered in fur as they are, you realize that you're becoming far more of a lupine bitch than a human woman, despite being on two legs. The grey and white wolf both lean down to lick the most prominent ones affectionately, and you moan uncontrollably at the almost electrifying sensation that radiates from them.
The brown wolf leans down in turn to lick at your crotch, and at first it merely tickles, making you squirm, but then his tongue seems to slip //inside// you, impossibly. And oh gods, does it feel good to have his tongue spreading your new, deepening pussy open. You squirm, bucking your hips against his exploring, insistent muzzle, and you feel incredibly //wet//, not just from his saliva, but as your scent tells you, //arousal//. It feels entirely different from having your ass stuffed, and you can feel his tongue squirm much deeper inside. Rather than one extremely sensitive spot like with your rear, all of it has nerves that send little quakes of pleasure through your increasingly feminine form. It's a familiar sensation, but the way it seems to radiate from deep inside you rather than merely your genitals is strange and overwhelming, but //oh so good//. You suddenly realize that you're about to cum, and instinctively wrap your legs around the werewolf's head, pulling him tightly against your bucking hips, his nose dipping into your cunt. And oh, you cum, spasmodically squeezing down around his tongue, your juices gushing over his muzzle, leaving you feeling like you just melted into a puddle.
The wolf looks you directly into the eyes, and you quickly realize that despite your orgasm, you're still very much in need. The heat hasn't died down in the slightest, no. You need something to fill you, a knot to swell inside your body, a thick lupine cock pumping you full of virile cum...
And so you roll over onto your belly and raise your ass, instinctively assuming the proper position for mating. Your tail lifts as if it has a mind of its own, once again baring your glistening folds for the male, and he growls with primal need, your pheromone-laden scent of heat clearly affecting him, his tongue lolling out and his eyes glassy. He pounces on top of you, and the two of you desperately whine as you try to align his cock with your opening. He jabs it into your tender flesh a few times, and you wince, but then suddenly he finds your opening and sinks deep into your body in one mighty thrust, well-lubricated by both your juices and his. You howl out, it feels too good to resist, and so does your mate.
He doesn't last long, not with how turned on he is. He rams into you hard, a few times, and then there's a sudden pressure, and you realize his knot has swollen inside you, locking you together, and you cum again, your inner walls clamping down hard on his length, massaging and tugging on it. You know perfectly well what's going to happen, but god help you, you //need it//. You need to be bred, to get knocked up by this beautiful male or any of the others, to feel their seed spray into your body and take root.
And cum, he does. You feel it in far more detail than you ever did as a male. A sudden lurch, and then an intense wet warmth erupting into you, deep inside your belly, his thick cum painting your insides white and immediately beginning to soak into your womb. You let out a blissful sigh as there's an ebb in the constant itchiness of your heat, but even as he keeps pumping more cum into you, almost guaranteeing your impregnation, you //need more//.
Once he pulls out, the white wolf immediately takes his place and mounts you, his cock stuffing the previous one's cum even deeper inside you, before convulsing and howling as he adds his own thick cream to the mix. There's so much of it, and you feel what seems like a river of cum leaking from your clutching hole, lewdly leaking down your inner thigh. Then a third load, from the grey wolf, and you can barely even manage to keep yourself upright anymore with how weak your legs feel. You just want to collapse into the grass and bask in the feeling of being so thoroughly bred, but there's still one left.
The black wolf finally takes his place behind you, and he takes his time, rubbing his pointed glans along your cum-soaked netherlips, and with how sensitive you are, even that makes you shiver, threatening to cause another mind-shattering orgasm. He seems to hesitate, despite your needy display. Finally, he clenches his jaws and buries himself inside your abused cunt, and from the way he whimpers you can tell he enjoys the physical sensations, if not the mental ones. You decide to spend the last of your energy making sure that he has a good time - after all, you want him to breed you over and over, along with the other three - and focus on your inner muscles, rhythmically squeezing down on his length.
Finally, his instincts take over, and he snarls as he begins fucking you, in short, frantic thrusts. You push back against him, helping him get deeper. It takes him what feels like half an hour of rutting into your hungry body before he finally bites your neck, hard, and slams his knot into you with a wet squelch, before finally erupting, finally satisfying your need with his thick, sticky cum blasting inside you, over and over, and you howl until you can't howl anymore, reduced to whining, and finally collapse with him still tied to you, passing out from sheer exhaustion.
<<link [[What happens to you?|Ending 5]]>><</link>>It's no great surprise what happens when you let that many wolves pump their virile loads into your receptive body. You end up very much knocked up, your belly swelling even as the other wolves take care of you. Although they all mate with you, there are also times when you have to jealously watch as they fuck each other instead, and somewhere deep inside you perhaps miss being a male. But the life growing inside you, strong pups to add to the pack, is satisfying in its own right, and you find your nipples aching tenderly, waiting to be put to use.
It's a new, primal life, and when you're not pregnant or nursing pups, you're out hunting, the adrenaline and werecurse both burning in your body, every single muscle in overdrive and your mind utterly focused on your prey. No more of humanity's distractions, no more of society's falseness. It's everything you really wanted, and then some.
Your human life only returns, the memories faded and worn like an ancient photo, when you shift back into human form. Yet, there's no nostalgia, and no longing. You've found where you truly belong, and you won't ever be going back home.
<<link [[...or will you? Was this what you wanted, or do you want to restart?|An introduction]]>><</link>>//Now// the black werewolf slides his cock right through your relaxed ring of muscle, and you groan at the slick heat of the penetration, your cock bobbing and drooling just like theirs, getting your smooth stomach wet with precum. You're so very, very hard, to the point you think even their whiskers rubbing against your maleness would push you over the edge. The sense of fullness that the massive cock sliding deeper and deeper into your body brings is nearly indescribable, and you can only huff and moan. That is, until the curse sets in.
Your jaws snap at the air as your muscles tense and a feeling of impending doom asserts itself. It's like all your limbs are cramping simultaneously, which the wolf buried inside you seems to greatly enjoy, letting out a pleased grunt as you clamp down around him. It only lasts a second, and then the your skin begins to feel weird, dry, and itchy. A rich black suddenly asserts itself, erupting through your skin like a wave, rapidly covering your belly before circling around you and reaching over your limbs.
There's a jolt of pain and your muscles cramp again - faintly, you feel the wolf's precum spurt into your innermost depths - and then there's //cracking// as your bones break apart with exquisite agony, only to be almost immediately knitted back together by the curse, shaping you into something far more primal and bestial. Your legs //twist// as they are forced into a digitigrade form, your heels rising and toes expanding, forming very lupine paws, and your nails narrow into sharp claws.
Similarly, your arms and hands shift, although more towards monstrous than animalistic. While your arms lengthen, your fingers thicken, knife-like claws blackening from what was once your fingernails. Every muscle in your body bulges, swelling in ways even a bodybuilder could only dream of, growing and becoming strong enough to support your new body, and each is accompanied by a wave of buzzing pleasure crashing through you as your very nerves shift.
Perhaps the most pleasurably - and you watch as it happens with rapt attention - your cock begins to swell further, particularly around the base, the foreskin seemingly //peeling back// to reveal a dark red lupine shaft with pointed glans, just like those of your lovers. Your foreskin, already covered in short fuzz, bunches up around the base of your cock as a sheath, and you whimper and moan at the slight of your new animalistic cock bobbing in the air, your knot swelling along with a forceful instinct to bury it into someone. A tail similarly unfolds from the base of your spine, already wagging as it grows.
The white wolf's cock leaves your muzzle, leaving you with only his coppery tasty, and then the transformation hits your head, the final unchanged part of you. Your very skull cracks as a muzzle slowly stretches out, giving you a beautiful lupine face. But you're distracted from all that by the mental changes. You want to hunt, and mount someone, and howl as you do, human thoughts melting away into primordial goo. The black wolf leans over you to lick at your new muzzle, a very lupine kiss which you respond to with passionate abandon, your tongues tangling and exploring the contours of each other's lips and noses, until the moment is finally ended by the white wolf burying his cock in your maw again. And this time, it all fits inside, driving him into a wild pace as he humps into your willing mouth.
The grey wolf to your side howls out and erupts, and you smell his cum even before it splatters all over your wonderful new body, a very tangible warmth soaking your fur. The other one follows suit, and you're effectively //bathed// in thick werewolf seed, something that you can only react to with squirming and moaning, wanting to rub their scents into you.
Your own climax hits as the two fucking your ass and muzzle erupt, and the three of you join in a howl as you're filled with cum from both ends, spurt after spurt of thick male essence pumping down your throat and under your tail. It feels like you're in heaven, your whole being feeling warm and fuzzy, full of lycanthropic love, and as you clench and flex, the last of your human cum spraying all over your belly and chest, you realize that you've finally found where you truly belong.
As the first round of your orgy dies down, you've feeling bloated and sticky from all the cum in and on you, your belly full to the point of sloshing, and more dripping from your well-used ass as the alpha pulls his deflating knot out of you with a wet //pop//. You stand up, on shaky legs, the newest member of the pack, and you throw your head back and howl your thankfulness to the full moon.
<<link [[What happens to you?|Ending 6]]>><</link>>You hunt. You mate. You turn more humans for your pack. It's a life altogether different to whatever you used to have. Gone are the nagging doubts of being a man, and instead, you're forever imbued with a greater sense of purpose, definite knowledge of the whole meaning of your life. That meaning is the pack. You exist for them, and they for you, and you carve out your own territory in the forest, everyone mating with everyone, although your alpha remains your favorite.
You barely remember your previous life at all, even when you shift back during daytime. So thorough is your transformation that even the fondest of your memories fade away into faint echoes, and then disappear entirely with time. It's of no consequence to you; this life is all you ever wanted, and then some. A perfect, primal existence, one with the nature around you and with your pack always at your side.
You won't be returning home.
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