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Change for Me By Lykanos Wulfheart

Slinking through the woods, Orio was on the hunt. He'd tracked his prey for nearly a mile and was sure he almost had them in his sights. Those raccoons would be his within the next half hour or so, fulling his promise. As impressive as this all sounded, Orio was just a man with pest control experience. A friend of his had been plagued with nocturnal miscreants that kept getting into their dumpsters. While no longer in the pest relocation business, Orio felt he could help by figuring out who the culprit was and where it was hiding, giving some peace of mind and a speedy capture when pest control was eventually brought in.

Starting near their house, the low cropped blondie could see almost instantly who was behind the raids. The unit was within a few blocks of the tree line, so it was likely to be wildlife, though the footprints spoke volumes. Tiny little coon feet trailed off through the dirt, back the way they had come. The target had retreated into the bordering trees, a place Orio was comfortable heading in the early hours of the night. Despite having a fair, skinny build, he also happened to have enough muscle to take on anything skulking around, whether it be a weirdo or an animal. Either way, the forests of Iowa, especially near an urban area, were pretty safe places to play at night if you were careful and smart about it, of which he was both.

The paw prints were starting to overlay more heavily, telling him that he was close to their home. However, another set of tracks started to worry him. They looked like a large dog, but the spacing was off. They were too far apart for a creature that walked on four legs. "Werewolves," he mumbled jokingly. "Lykanos would get a kick out of this, even if it is just a big dog. Probably a great dane or something."

He tried to keep his laugh soft, not wanting to alert his ring-tailed quarry of his presence. Despite his efforts, something knew he was there, the soft crunch of debris pulling Orio to attention. It was just out of sight, beyond where his light could pierce. Even the moon, waxing at about half full, was not enough to shed light on his situation.

A low growl came from the brush, the menacing nature forcing Orio to step back slowly. He managed to retreat right into a large tree, the truck holding him in place. A quick glance told the man that his back was protected, yet trapped was still not an ideal place to be. In a flash, he saw it; white fangs and blackish brown fur charging with a ferocious power. He knew he was dead, the beast too fast to counter or escape. With a gasp of fear and confusion, he opened his eyes as an almost human-like hand clasped tight around his throat. Fighting at the furred wrist only strengthened the grip, thick paw pads clinging to the back half of his neck. The beast was huge, nearly a half foot taller and a great deal more muscular than the average human before it.

In a deep throaty snarl, the monster commanded Orio's obedience. "Struggle and I kill you. Behave... and I may yet let you live. Do you understand?"

Orio was in shock. He knew exactly what this creature should be, but there was absolutely no way it could exist. Werewolves were fantasy, fiction, not something that could reach out and grab you by the throat. As the long, black muzzle moved closer, Orio nodded in agreement, a soft, high pitch whimper escaping past the clutches of the brute.

The werewolf replied with a devious grin. "Good. Now for a very important question. What do you think? Am I a sexy beast?"

The question caught the man off guard. Normally you'd assume that such a creature would ask about you being its meal or wanting to keep your life, but not about if it was attractive or not. His quick nod of agreement came with a punishing shove back against the tree.

"Think about this, human. Your life depends on it."

Orio did as told, looking the monster over. Lucky for him, he actually thought the furred face was kind of cute, the preferences of his furry lifestyle finally coming to his aid. The powerful wrinkles in the lycanthrope's snarly nose paired with the sleek beauty of his face's shape were as much pleasing as they were dominating. The body was also Orio's type, masculine and muscled, blackish brown fuzz only adding to the appeal. Still fearing for his life, his strangled, "Yes, very sexy," was a mix of adrenaline fuel fear and honest sincerity.

The werewolf took a long sniff, moving up the side of Orio's head as it gauged his answer. "Excellent. You'll do just fine."

Orio's yelp of "no, wait" was met with sharp fangs digging deep into the tender flesh of his left shoulder. As he tried to scream out in pain, the clawed hand flexed tighter, choking off any hope of recourse. He couldn't talk. He couldn't move. His only option was to take the throbbing pain as the teeth slid back out. With the end of the savage deed came a freedom to talk, the paw relaxing, yet still holding the victim in place.

"I hate to say it," the wolf's words came with a wicked chuckle, "but you just aren't quite my type yet. Oh, don't worry. I can fix that, too." Dabbing his unoccupied fingers into Orio's wound, he beamed with sinister glee as the human winced, yet refrained from screaming. Looking over the blood, the werewolf spoke with a demeaning snideness. "Good boy. You'll serve me well. Now hold still. I'd hate to have to kill such a perfect specimen." Releasing his clutch, he used both sets of claws to delicately tear open Orio's shirt, the fabric no match for the beastly power. There was such precision that not even a scratch was left on the human's exposed muscles, the ripples giving a little substance to the delicate frame.

The left palm returned to pinning the helpless victim, this time resting between the pecs, long fingers stretched to either side of the man's neck. The werewolf leaned in close, seductively whispering into Orio's ear as he wetted his fingers in the crimson pools once more. "You're going to love this next part." Two stained pads smeared a slow circle of blood over the smooth skin of the terrified human. The monster took pleasure in the act, enticed by the passion of his little ceremony. Another poke at the bloodied shoulder gave him what he needed to draw symbols about the circle, preparing the body for some form of unholy ritual.

Orio could only watch as the predator drew on his body, using his own life-force as the ink. He didn't want to die, so he let the monster do as it pleased, fighting past the pain with each stab at the wounded flesh. He could only wince hesitantly as the werewolf said, "Almost done. Just one last thing and you will be free to go."

The red-stained pads of the free hand came down on the open injury, burning with the pressure. As it smeared up the crimson liquid, Orio couldn't help but scream out in agony, this time free to vent his anguish to the woodlands. The beast snickered in evil delight as it thrust the bloodied hand into the center of the man's stomach, knocking the wind out of the pained response. With the circle and symbols now covered with a huge paw, the wolfman began to chant in Latin, the words sounding like some sort of devious spell. "Mutare ad me. LUVENALIS carne ab homine usque ad mulierem, ligans reliquis diebus."

It was subtle at first, a growing twinge past the press of the paw. After a few seconds of growing, the sensation rapidly changed to a burning pain that radiated out to every part of Orio's body. Buckling over, he faded out of consciousness, the only thing keeping him upright were the monsterous hands of his captor.

The wicked glee of the creature's voice cut through the trees as he tossed the human over his shoulder. "Yes, sleep little man. Sleep. Soon you'll change for me. Soon you'll be my little bitch!"

***

A couple days in the hospital were more than enough. After his incident, his friend had found Orio on the doorstep, a soft knock alerting them to his presence. He had been unconscious and bleeding when they took him to the local clinic for treatment, where he awoke the very next day. The wound was clean and healing, so, as a precaution, they vaccinated him for rabies and released him from care. He needed to return for the second shot, but that would be it.

Over the next few days, he got his supplemental shot, was bombarded with apologies from the grief-stricken friend, and tried to do a little research on his attacker. Unable to pull up any leads, he looked into the possibility of his condition, trying to find any real information on lycanthropy. The online community was almost useless, fiction choking off any hope of fact.

Desperate, he turned to one of his friends in the furry community, a long time werewolf fan that went by the name of Lykanos Wulfheart. While hiding the details of his attack, still embarrassed by his domination, Orio asked theoretical questions. Unfortunately, by hiding the reality of the situation, Lykanos could only give answers from old lore mixed in with his own theories. It all sounded pretty solid, but ultimately left Orio feeling half prepared and fearful of what might happen. By this time, the full moon was just a few days off and the man was growing anxious, the wound already having healed into a soft scarring. He knew he would transform, he just had to be safe about it.

His idea was simple. He had friends who could help, so he'd stay in Iowa. He'd spend that night in the woods, far away from the patch where he'd been attacked. If Lykanos was right and he could control himself, he'd show that werewolf wannabe friend of his who the better lycanthrope was. If not, he'd be secluded in a low-population state with places to return to after his night of filthy, bestial prowling. Sadly, it did not go quite as planned.

He had been living out of his friend's basement, the same friend who had him searching for raccoons, and tonight was the night of the full moon. It was still pretty early in the evening, about five thirty, when he felt a tingle in his chest. Worry grew as he hadn't even packed for his little excursion, still wearing some of his nicer clothes.

"No, not yet," he muttered as he looked down, still unsure what to expect. His purple Ravens jersey hugged his body as he breathed shallow, sharp breaths, the anticipation growing with the tingle. After moments of hesitation, he finally noticed something. His nipples had come to a hard point, still manly, yet eagerly pushing against the fabric. "Well, that's stupid," he told himself, the illusion of rapidly changing into a werewolf fading as such a basic and natural thing happened from the stimulus. "Kinda sore, though," he stated as he rubbed the little nubs of flesh, growing the sensation as he went. The nipples budded as he tried to silence the growing warmth, expanding into perky peaks that brushed the shirt as they rested on his masculine pecs. The prickling moved out the more he played, muscles slowly mounding over with soft skin.

"This can't be..." he trailed off as a tight pinching grew in his crotch, just beneath the khaki shorts. He grabbed at his junk, testing to see what was causing the issue. As one who often wore women's undergarments, today was no exception. He fondled, making sure the light green, lacy cloth wasn't the cause of this sudden discomfort. Confident that it wasn't the issue, he refocused his effort on his chest, the roundness under his nipples slowly expanding to meet his needy palms. Finally inflated enough to curve his hand, he gasped. "No... Breasts?"

The supple tissue continued to swell as his hips twinged, pulling away from the waistline of his shorts in a slow, steady retreat. Yanking off his shirt, he looked down as his musculature softened, taking on a feminine shape. His breasts, still perky with need, were almost half formed, just barely fitting in his fingers as they expanded. Below, his genitals were beginning to feel irritated, a subtle heat tenting the member against his shorts. Unzipping, he stood and tore the shorts to his ankles, penis proudly pushing out the green panties with a manly length. "Thank god," he sighed, manhood still intact and powerful.

Movement from upstairs stole his attention as his friend shouted to him. "Hey, I'm heading out. Did you want me to bring you back some food?"

A tickle penetrated his throat as he replied, a slight femininity overtaking his voice. With a cough, he returned his macho sound for the response. "N-no. Go have fun. I'd like a little alone time tonight. Thanks, though."

"What a cat," said the friend as they left, locking the door behind them.

Finally able to focus on himself again, Orio looked down to inventory his missed changes. His bust was still swelling, already a b-cup and still going. His waist had sunken in, almost completely feminine against the smoothed skin that used to house slight muscle tone. Taking a seat on the bed, he leaned forward to get a look between his legs only to catch himself on the boobs. His arms and shoulders had shrunk to daintier proportions, more fitting a woman his size. Despite the loss of mass, they still rode against the sides of his bosom as he pushed downward.

The firm member that once sprouted with vigor was now dangling, flaccid and small, tinier than normal, in fact. Reaching down to squeeze at his shaft and testis, he winced, a womanly squeal escaping his fuller lips. His entire jawline had narrowed, losing the manly angles to a softer appearance. Back down between the legs, he fondled desperately. "Where'd they go?" His fingers pulled the lime fabric to the side as he probed, but what he found only furthered his horror. In place of his hairy orbs were two gentle bumps, a soft, searing line forming between and running up to the retreating manhood. The smaller his penis shrank, the deeper the slit invaded, the lips of his labia growing ever more apparent.

The pain in Orio's chest was subsiding, the lusty flesh of his larger, c-sized breasts demanding attention as they finished, perky nipples aching to feel his supple, lady-like fingers. His left migrated up as his right moved into the new hole, two digits digging deep to test the cavern. Still tight and forming, the vagina was unyielding, yet sensitive, forcing a delighted scream from the "man". Moving both hands up to stifle her sudden bliss, Orio grew red with embarrassment. Had the friend not left already, Orio would have had a lot to explain... and a lot to try.

A growing lust nagged her hands back to their proper places, the lower of the two finding that the penis had finished its retreat into a fully functional and highly sensual clitoris. Each brush sent shivers throughout her body, which was almost done with its metamorphosis to womanhood. As she played, she could feel a heat deep inside her new privates, the source of which was disturbingly real to her. Positive of what it meant, and confirmed as the sticky juices leaked over her greedy fingers, she knew that her body was fertile, perfect for that treacherous werewolf to have his way with.

The idea of the horny hound trusting inside her started off disgusting, but quickly it turned to erotic fantasy, moving her deeper into bliss as her hands searched for the sensitive regions of her new body. As the groping grew vigorous, something new caught her attention. A thin, white patch of hair was forming above her clit and up in her cleavage. She had assumed that the hair loss was part of the shift, the only stands left on her body moments before being the still short blonde of her head.

As her arousal peaked, the new changes started to spread. Shuddering with orgasmic delight, clearish fluid poured over the wiggling fingers and onto the bed where she was sitting. Huffing happily, Orio looked over her new form of orgasm, licking at the sticky liquid. It was her tongue that noticed the first of the obvious changes. A little prick stopped her fun as she checked her hand, claws pushing from the fingertips. Likewise, her toes were forming white, powerful blades to replace the weak human nails.

She needed a mirror to keep track of these changes, the growing horror masked by an eager willingness. The idea of transformation had always been something Orio reveled in, though at the time, "he" never would have thought it could be this real. Standing to run, she was tripped, landing on her thickening finger pads and the soft, thin shoots of fur that grew over the front of her arms and legs. The shorts had been around her ankles, knocking her over in her haste. As she stood, the sudden touch of the cooling fluids that coater her undies made her shudder in disgust. Pulling them down her silky legs, she kicked off the last of her clothes and ran for the bathroom, still changing on the way.

She made it to the mirror just in time to see her old, deep blue human eyes change to husky blue, the whites retreating to the corners. Poking at her cheecks, she watched in amazement as her frail, feminine nose turned up and grew into a blackened snout. Likewise, the pads on her hands and feet turned a maroon shade of black that matched her sniffer. The slender nature of her form expanded, swelling with wolven muscles that rippled under the velvety skin.

As Orio brushed a furring hand over her belly, tiny points of stimulation grew with the fur, extra pairs of nipples only visible for a moment before the white fuzz carpeted the miniature bumps of flesh. As her ears grew pointed and slid up the sides of her face, the once-short blond was replaced with fur-like chestnut brown locks of long, womanly hair. A similar coppery colored fur sprouted over her shoulders, blending with greys and deeper browns as it grew down the back of her spine.

Orio petted the fur as the white that covered her breasts blended with her browns as they met on her ribs and worked down to her buttocks. Stroking the soft curves of her rump pleased the woman to no end, the caress as soothing as it was seductive. Working her way forward, her nethers were thick with fluff and just as sensitive, the shutter dropping her to her knees. As her face pushed out, the crunch of bone almost defining in her new ears, so too cracked her feet, toes scrunching up as the pads thickened into a typical wolf paw, wide and powerful. Her joints shifted painfully, pulling a scream from her lengthening mouth. As the face finished, soft brown and white fur choking off the skin, the bestial tongue panted in desperation.

She had been holding the counter as the pain in her feet subsided, though the spasm in her back dropped her to the floor. Crying out once more, this time a throaty snarl, her spine pushed out, pulling a line of naked flesh out of the fur and down between her butt cheeks. The lanky pink fuzzed over with fur as it grew strong with muscle, the white between her legs meshing with the beautiful browns of her back.

Still wobbly from the second wave of changes, she pulled herself up the sink and, leaning heavily, embraced the lycanthropy in the reflection. Putting a paw to the glass, she marveled at how the maroonish ebony pads meshed with the ivory fur that ran up to her elbows. Moving her nose close, she took in the rough texture as the long, flat tongue shot over it, leaving a glistening sheen behind. Although her fursona was a lynx-cheetah hybrid, she couldn't help but feel that her new wolf form was a sexy alternative.

Regaining her footing, she pushed up on the fluffy breasts before looking for the hidden ones. As she played, a growing sense of urgency freaked her out and snapped her back to reality. "Oh, shit," she exclaimed with a gasp. "That werewolf pervert is probably hunting me down right now. I need to get out of here, and fast." Looking over her gorgeous, savage beauty one last time, she smirked. "Lykanos is going to be SO jealous." Rushing down to the basement, she put on what she could before high-tailing it to the car and speeding off to find her werewolf loving friend.

***

Lykanos was enjoying the full moon at home, completely covered in fur and playing video games. Though he played around online as a werewolf furry, the reality was that he was exactly what he "pretended" to be. It was a dangerous line in the eyes of the werewolf community, though it was the perfect disguise. So overt that it was covert. Who would ever expect a known werewolf enthusiast to be an actual werewolf?

Despite his thick finger pads making gaming a little difficult, he was more than happy to play offline, making sure to keep his mic unplugged. It would be awful if a friend heard his gruff, growly voice while he was taking the night to himself, fluffed out and naked, the timber wolf coloration exposed to the room yet hidden by the shades. His strong frame had a little bit of a gut, but it was all covered up by the white fur of his belly. His back and shoulders were shades of grey that blended to brown as it merged with the white of his arms and legs. The coppery brown at the top of his muzzle transitioned into the white of his cheeks, much like the ears did with the greys of his forehead. With the TV volume almost muted to protect his amazing sense of hearing, his tail wagged happily as he fought digital villains.

He could hear the footsteps as they approached his door. Suddenly worried, he saved the game and shut it down since he had no clue what to expect. The person outside was taking their time as well, lingering by the door before knocking. The soft hesitation of the gentle tap eased a portion of Lykanos' worry, but he was still desperately trotting off to find his shorts. "Hold on, I'm not decent," came the low growl of his predatory voice, masked by a sweet sincerity.

Having pulled on his dark grey shorts, he fiddled with the belt as he made his way to the peephole. He tried to peer out, but due to his long muzzle, it consisted more of resting his nose on the metal door and sliding the damp snout down and to the left until his brow was just as close. Pivoting to the right, he got his eye as close as he could manage, just able to see the figure outside. A purple sports hoody covered as much of the face as possible while a little blanket wrapped around the body, hiding the legs and feet from the seasonal chill.

Though he couldn't see the person all that well, the gap in the frame let him smell them, a feminine aroma that belonged to a fellow werewolf. Lykanos was torn. Women werewolves were hard to come by, especially for a lone wolf like him, yet any lycanthrope at his door could bring a fight, something he did not want, especially at his apartment. With a snarly tone that demanded caution, he asked "Who are you?"

The savageness of the question reminded Orio of his attacker, though he could still hear his friend past the abrasive greeting. "Lykanos, its Orio. Open up. I need your help."

The beast in grey shorts only knew one Orio and he was a human man, not some she-wolf. "Nice try, but I can smell you. Orio may be girly, but he's still a guy... and human at that. Let's try again. Who are you and what do you want?"

If not for the hoodie, Orio's ears would have sunk at his friend's rejection. The hostility in Lykanos' voice made the woman reply with a long, defeated, "Mew."

Lykanos recognized that drawn out cattiness in an instant. "O-Orio? How? No way... Hurry up, get in here." Popping the door open, he waited for the covered figure to clear the frame before locking the entrance. "What the hell, Orio? How'd you get even more girly?"

Lowering her hood, Orio was finally able to see Lykanos in his true form. "What the hell," she shouted, the excited question equal parts impressed, terrified, and shocked. Backing away, she almost tripped on the blanket around her waist. "That... that's not possible. How? You're a furry! You have a damn fursuit for fuck's sake!"

Seeing how riled the woman was, Lykanos took a step back to allow her to breath. "Hey... hey. Yes, that's true. It's kinda the perfect disguise if you think about it. Someone sees me in the fur and I can just be all, 'Oh, my bad. I was in a fursuit.'"

Still in a whirl of emotion, the former cat-fur glared. "If you can do this, why don't you do it at cons? Wait, what am I saying? How the hell are you a werewolf?"

Crossing his arms with a pleased grin, Lykanos replied, "In order, I can't because it's easy to tell real flesh from a fake suit when you look close enough. I could get in life-ending trouble. And next, I've been a werewolf since I was little. Furry just helps give me the excuse to embrace it publicly." With a focused glare back, he continued, "Now, how did you become a werewolf, and a woman?"

With a shy shift of her weight, Orio almost looked embarrassed. "How could you even tell I was a were-woman so fast? Don't all werewolves look the same or something?"

"Oh, ha ha," said the burly beast as flatly as he could. "You're as catty as ever. For starters, scent tells you way more than your other senses. I could smell you through the door. And no, we do not all look the same!" With a gentle snarl, just enough to make his guest uncomfortable, he explained, "Males tend to be bigger and bulkier. Females," he gave a quick, dirty smile, "tend to be smaller, though equally powerful. Plus, your chest sort of gives you away."

The lady moved a paw to her cleavage as she lowered her nose in a sort of blush. "Yea, you've got me there. This body is pretty sexy."

"Is that so," chuckled Lykanos as he shook his head to the sides. "Hard to tell under all those layers."

As the lady lycanthrope removed her hoody and blanket, Lykanos watched attentively. Her body was covered by the same purple Ravens jersey and khaki shorts from before, the shirt tented out in front, barely holding in the breasts while the nipples poked out further still. The shorts were sagging on one side as her frame as she no longer had the waist for them, though the butt was tight against the fabric, round rump trapping her tail as it went down one of the legs and twitched in discomfort. Noticing the lusty gaze, she pointed to her nose. "Eyes up here, bud." With a quick giggle, she added, "I've always wanted to say that, you know, like a woman."

Forcing himself not to stare, he locked eyes, his gold meeting her bright blue. Instinctually, she dropped her gaze to the floor and lowered her ears. The powerful predator was pleased to know he could so easily command respect from his friend, though that wasn't his intent. Taking on a gentler stance, he spoke kindly. "Orio, how? How did you become a woman?"

Ashamed, Orio fiddled with the front of her shorts, a subtle dampness growing between her legs. It started the moment she walked in, but was finally starting to become an issue. "It's sort of embarrassing."

With a wry huff, Lykanos replied, "You meow and wear women's panties. How more embarrassing could it be?" The tiny chuckle let him know that his teasing helped ease her mood.

"Alright," she started, pivoting her paw on the floor shyly, "It was over a week ago. I was out in the woods tracking some raccoons, evil little critters, when a werewolf attacked." Eyeing Lykanos, she gauged heights. "He was a little smaller than you, I think. Strong." Her scanning glance stopped on his pecs as her words grew distracted. "Not as strong as you, though."

"Eyes are up here," Lykanos said with a wink.

Orio met the gaze before sheepishly lowering it back to the floor. "Sorry, not used to this. Well, I am, just not... This." With a sweep of the hands indicating her body, she grew hesitant before the wolfman snapped her out of it.

"Then what happened?"

"Oh, right," she readjusted her stance, growing uncomfortable with the pressure on her tail and the ever-nagging feeling between her legs. "So, he attacked, bit me, then used my blood to do some kind of spell. He made some weird circle on my stomach and chanted something stupid. Then I blacked out and was in the hospital."

Lykanos nodded as he listened. "And when did the changes start?"

"Just a few hours ago, I think." She turned a little distraught as she thought about the ordeal. "Whatever he did, I turned into a woman, and then immediately turned into a werewolf. It must have something to do with the full moon, that bastard. But, wait!" She rubbed at her crotch uncomfortably as she tried to do the math. "He was a werewolf and the moon wasn't even full. How does that work?"

With a sigh, Lykanos explained. "The full moon thing is just a stereotype. It's so engrained in our culture that most freshly turned weres take it as fact and subconsciously transform then. Real werewolves can do it at any time, though the bite-ins usually have a week or two for the gift," clearing his throat, he clarified, "or curse to take effect."

Orio shot a judgmental stare at her werewolf compatriot. "And why, then, did you turn on a full moon? Huh?"

"It was a good night for it." With a shrug, he added, "Sometimes it's fun to conform to the stereotype." Watching as Orio played with herself yet again, he had to step in and offer some assistance. "If you want to take off your shorts, it may help with the tail. I sewed a velcro slit in mine, but if you let the shorts hang really low, it's more comfortable than binding it up."

As she pulled the fabric down, the scent was unmistakable to the experienced wolf. He was pretty sure before, even when the scent was more contained, but his friend was in heat. She finished by kicking the shorts away and fussing with the pink panties underneath. The new freedom lured a wag from her tail, fanning the aroma that clung to the lacy undergarments. She pulled them from her skin, exposing her slit as she checked the issue.

Horribly embarrassed at his libido rising from the glorious fragrance, he forced himself to turn away as Orio flashed him. When she asked, "Where's the bathroom," Lykanos still had a paw shielding his eyes when he pointed to the back.

Orio returned without the panties, the only thing left was the popping jersey that left nothing to the imagination. Again, the honorable lycanthrope turned to respect the woman before him. "Orio, what the hell? You're half naked."

"Oh, quit your whining," came her haughty response. "You love it."

"And that's the problem, Orio. You're hot and in heat; not a good combination for a respectable werewolf like myself."

Not realizing that her own lust was on the rise, she thought it a good idea to tease her canine companion. Pushing her chest forward and rubbing her hands down her thighs, she poked at his resolve. "Oh, come on, big boy. What's a little sex between friends?"

Lykanos' snarl ended her fun. "No. First off, you started as a guy, and though you may be gay, I am not." She wanted to chime in, but was cut off with a dominant glare. "And second, my definition of sex probably differs from yours. It means something to me. A way to share your bond, your love. It's not something to do because you're bored; it's something to do because you want to share that intimacy with your mate."

The sentiment hit hard, Orio's emotions still overbearing from the recent transformation. Tears leaked down the sides of her muzzle as the ears drooped. Tucking her tail, she fell to her knees and sat on the floor, weeping. "I-I'm sorry. It wasn't my choice to become a woman or to be in heat. I just wanted a friend to help me through this. To keep me safe and let me know it was all going to be okay." Sobbing into her paws, she rocked forward, the emotional turmoil from the last week finally spilling out.

Lykanos was confused as to the sudden change, but knew exactly what he needed to do. She was right. She needed help and could use a friend by her side, so he did just that. Padding over, he sat down beside her and tucked the weeping werewolf against his chest. Leaning his chin on her head, he spoke gently. "Hey. Hey. It's going to be alright. We'll figure this out and get you back to normal." Rocking with her, she slowly calmed out of the despair, wiping at the waterworks. He waited for her demeanor to improve before cracking a devious grin. "You know, you do have a thing for TFTG. You got both the transformation and the transgender, plus you look so much better as a werewolf. You really lucked out."

Still recovering from the crying spell, she managed to chuckle as she worked at the moisture clinging to her furred cheeks. "You know, you're kinda right. This is totally a furry wet dream. Just would have been nice if he asked."

"Unhappy TF," chuckled the large savage.

"Oh god," she smirked as she retorted. "The guys would have loved this." As Lykanos nodded, she continued, "And you're really missing out, bud. I know you not only have a thing for werewolf women, but you also like the TFTG, so I'm like your perfect woman right now."

With a firm, reassuring hand on her shoulder, he laughed. "I guess you're right. Still not going to have sex with you, but you're right. Shall we get back up?"

With an accepting nod, she let the gentleman offer his paw as he pulled her back to her feet. Standing face to face, she was small enough to tuck back under his jaw. Originally five nine, she now stood six foot one, still a shrimp to the muscle-bound man before her, all six and a half feet of him, not including the ears. Taking advantage of her smaller frame, she hugged Lykanos, burying her muzzle deep into his chest. "Just hold me for a bit. Please."

At first he was skeptical, but as she wiggled into his fluff, he could see her posture grow more relaxed. Wrapping his mighty arms around her shoulders, he leaned in and rested his head on hers, swinging gently.

The warm embrace lasted a pleasant eternity, the affection welcome on both sides. Orio needed the calm power to protect her from the fears while Lykanos soaked in the intimacy his life had been missing. Both canines were so enthralled that when Orio licked Lykanos' muzzle in a display of tender love, he couldn't help but lick her nose, the cheery pep radiating and inviting. Another lick of longing from the sweet, brown wolfwoman was met in kind until both were locking tongues in a doglike display of affection.

Both were overwhelmed with an infatuated zeal as Orio worked her way down, nuzzling at the muscles as she moved her fingers past his ribs, enticing as she went. His paws rested on her shoulders, keeping her on her knees as she fumbled past the buckle that kept her from her prey. As the belt loosened, so did the shorts, the button no match for Orio's lusty need. Slipping them down, she let him kick the clothing to the side as she fondled his sheath. The fluffy, white sack was held in masterful hands, her gentle caress luring the red flesh free. As his member grew, she let it slide over her muzzle, the fine furs stimulating his vigor.

When the package was unwrapped, pulsing with need, she took it into her mouth, tongue wrapping around the treat. Grappling at his brawny hips, she worked the organ like a pro, moving back and forth, each stroke a sensual experience meant to please. His palms rested on her head, letting her warmth work its magic, luring him further into the fervent bliss. As she took it deeper and deeper, he could feel himself bordering the edge. It was then when his senses returned. With a shove, he pushed the greedy she-wolf away.

Huffing with the frenzied vigor of the moment, he bared his teeth. "No! I will not be raped by a bitch in heat!"

Orio backed to the wall, breast heaving as she panted. The purple shirt was too tight for her body, the stimulation almost painful. Tearing it off, she threw the rags away as she begged, ears to the side and eyes low with desperation. Slowly, her legs parted, revealing the ravenous slit.

Fight as he might, her body language and the glamourous perfume of her gender demanded his attention. Still wearing his aggressive wrinkles, he moved in, vicious and predatory. He could smell the unflinching want overpowering her fear, both aromas satisfying in their own way. He lowered himself into the trap, licking at the clitoris with slow, purposeful strokes. The low moan let him know to move on, long, powerful lines pushing past the lips and digging deep.

Orio's body shuddered as the tongue pieced her defenses, and again as the cold snout pressed into her clit, the squeal of arousal breaking from her blackened pink gums. Grappling at a breast, her other hand worked between her lover's ears, scratching softly to let him know that he was doing great. The deeper he went, the more passionate he grew, forcing moan after eager moan. When his arms worked under her legs and began to massage at the fur before her hips, it was too much.

Her screams of ecstasy were followed by a gush of sweet arousal, the flow hungrily lapped up by Lykanos as it cascaded over his tongue and down the fur of his mouth. Sticky strands dangled as he backed out, teasing the sensitive clit with his retreat. Orio panted, heavy gasps heaving her chest as her body spasmed, wave after wave of euphoria washing over her. Her words were almost a scream as she tried to talk past the wild intensity. "F-fuck me. That was... wow."

With a surprising, bestial yank, Lykanos pulled the woman's genitals close to his own. His voice was a monstrous growl as he spoke. "We're just getting started!" His erect member was ready to go, rubbing zealously at the lips of Orio's labia. Grabbing the woman tightly around her waist, he basically pulled her into the trust, digging in deep on the first push. Orio had to bite her lip to keep from screaming, the sudden rush alone almost bringer her back up to orgasm. Clutching at the carpet, she worked her free hand to the back wall, bracing for what was to come. The robust shaft slid out about half way before plowing back in. This time biting back was no good, the enthusiastic scream spilling forth from her wide open maw. Thrust after thrust brought the same intensity, each pushing her whole body.

After a few more, she was on the verge, yet again, but Lykanos had another surprise. Helping to rotate her while still half deep, he pulled out just long enough for her to get on her knees as he mounted back up, pushing in deep. A couple more impassioned plunges rocked her body, the wall her only brace, until his masculine arms were around her, grasping at the supple mounds of flesh she had so greedily kept to herself until now. Rubbing against the tender nubs, he kept up his pace, slam after slam now kept tight against his forceful body. The deeper he went, the tighter Orio seemed to lock up, the ripples of her vagina squeezing at his throbbing cock.

As his knot swelled, binding the two together, Lykanos knew it was time for some fun. Leaning into a mighty lunge, he nipped at his partner's neck, the bite more sensual than it was painful. Still, the yelp of the woman reinvigorated him, tightening her passage and magnifying his own pleasure. As his barrage intensified, he roared out a command. "Howl for me, bitch!"

Submissive and in the throes of ecstasy, she obeyed, a high pitched call ringing off the wall as she raised her muzzle to praise the moon. Another lusty nip sent her over the edge, body seizing in orgasmic vigor as she sang with sating zeal. The contractions of her sex brought Lykanos to climax, white hot seed invading the sanctity of her orifice. With each throb of his massive member came more of the sticky semen, pushing it deep into the cavernous cunt until she was so full that it almost hurt.

Both bodies panted in spent elation, tied together by the engorged knot. Taking the time to further the experience, Lykanos petted at his lover's fur, easing the tension of her multiple orgasms. Orio loved the attention, leaning a shoulder into the wall as she smiled back. Happy with how her mighty hero performed, it made her feel like the blushing bitch she was.

A few minutes of quiet affection let the bulge relax, cum flowing out as he pulled free. The mess leaked down Orio's leg and dripped onto the carpet. She tried to stand, but weak kneed and spent, her joints merely buckled, leaving her to sit in her own mess. Lykanos, on the other hand, stood and reclaimed his shorts, slipping them on just in time.

An angered fist slammed on the door, forcing the lycanthrope to once again cram his face into the metal. On the other side stood a werewolf, blackish brown fur bristled and ready for a fight. The attacker yelled through the frame, not caring about the neighbors. "You have my bitch in there. I demand her back. NOW!"

In one swift move, the door flew open and Lykanos' massive paw was around the other's neck, yanking him inside like a ragdoll. The door closed with a slam, the same slam that sent the young wolf into the metalwork. With an enraged snarl, Lykanos bared his glimmering fangs, raising his captive a foot off the ground. This blackish wolf was a few inches shorter and far less meaty than the mountain of muscle pinning him. The only option available was to hold onto the arm and gasp for breath.

"Your bitch," came the terrifying roar. "Your bitch, you say? You were the one who cursed my friend to a fate he didn't ask for, and made him not only a werewolf, but a woman? You are, then, the same asshole that just got me effective raped by a buddy who had little control over her current state?"

The overwhelming fear in the wolf's eyes said it all, his "I-" cut short by Lykanos' intimidating, steel grip.

"Do you see her over there?" Looking over, himself, he could see the dread and panic escalate as she saw her attacker. Her trembling only fueled his rage, free fist slamming into and deeply denting the metal portal just inches away from the captive's face. Another roar made the enemy's tail tuck, submitting to the furious monster's will. "You did this to her. Now tell me, how do we change her back? Lie and you die."

The pathetic pup whimpered, eyes misting with his guilt and panic. Pulling his body up enough to wheeze out an answer, he said, "I don't know. I only knew the one spell. Please, I don't kn-"

The grasp tightened, cutting off his voice. Lykanos leaned in close, sniffing at the side of this mutt's face. He reeked of cowardice, but his scent was true. In a rumble, he growled out, "You're lucky you didn't lie. I should kill you for what you did, BUT..." His fingers tightened, cutting off all airflow as he finished. "I'll give you one chance. If I hear about you doing this again, I will kill you myself." Lowering his quarry to the floor, he let him breath, paw still ready to take the life at a moment's notice. As the black werewolf gasped for air, Lykanos added another condition. "And... If I see you around my friend, or so much as hassling another female werewolf... you die, slow and painful. Are we clear?" The rapid nod was not enough for the brute, fingers closing in. He said it again, each syllable with the emphasis of its own sentence. "I said: are we clear?"

In a shrill squeak, he quickly agreed. "Yes. Yes! I swear, I'll never see her again. Please, don't kill me!"

"Good," Lykanos said as he pulled the pup back, opening the door to let him free. "We're done here." With a quick pull back, he tossed the waste of fur out into the cold, sending him a good six feet down the walkway. The fear stricken fiend spun to his feet and took off as fast as he could, ears down and tail stuck between his legs.

With a slam, Lykanos locked the entry and focused his attention on the frail figure clinging at the wall. "Don't worry, Orio. We'll get you fixed up. And don't worry about him, either. You'll never see him again. Chances are he's going to pack up and move to a new state. If you do see him, you let me know. Alright?"

With an obedient nod, she smiled up to her protector. "Thank you, Lykanos. How can I ever repay you?"

His smirk back was edged with a horny glee. In a very serious tone, he said, "How about another romp?"