One Night at the PC
* This story was inspired by a werewolf/wolf transformation pic that I viewed on FurAffinity by a artist named Minolo. You can view the image here if you like: http://www.furaffinity.net/view/5371565 *
Michael has been going to some weird particular sites online due to a weird particular phase he has been going through. It's known to be normal for maturing boys and men to be developing sexual urges and having to find a way to relieve those. It's also common place that the internet holds a abundance of erotic sources and imagining to help alleviate those urges. What was weird about Michael's habits and taste though was the fact he found sexual excitement in wolves.
He never really took the time to understand why he found wolves attractive, let alone sexually appealing. All he noticed was, as time passed and his searches of erotic entertainment went down various paths and tunnels, that viewing images, stories, and videos of people acting like wolves, dressing up as animal, or transforming into wolves in sexual situations or not had become quite a sudden turn-on. Even viewing natural pictures and videos of real wolves courting and mating got him off. Michael swears to himself he would never go down as far a road as bestiality, but it was getting hard to admit that he wouldn't mind trying experiencing copulation with a real wolf at one point just to know what it was like.
This wasn't something he could really talk about in front of his parents or his friends. If they knew what kind of material he was in to they may never look at him straight again. Michael did find some acceptances with the most unlikely people he ever consider befriending; Furries. They weren't as bad of people as the media or public had grilled them to be, though Michael has his far share of uncertainty with some of the odd fetishes they fantasized and practiced either with their artwork or stories, or even in real life. Then again, he realized he had fallen under one of their fetishes; animal transformation.
What Michael found that really excited him sexually was fantasizing the act of becoming a wolf. Something about the animal held a powerful sexual thrill for him whether it was because of the way they mated or the belief that a wolf's behavior seemed similar to fulfilling a person's baser desires; falling prey to their id. Part of it undoubtedly was their appearance; Michael dreaming of having a thick pelt of fur to keep him warm and secure than his clothes, fangs and claws to protect and defend him, the strength and speed just to feel that no earthly presences could slow him down or stop him from doing what he felt like, and even the tail just to feel it wag and move from his emotions; to display his embrace and acceptance of being nothing more than an animal. It's even gotten to a point where Michael has contemplated purchasing a specially designed fursuit that he could wear and get closer to his inner animal desires.
A Private Message from a online Furry website account from some he talks to often had suggested tonight to tune into a special website that only appears on full moon nights. The person said it would be worth his wild and posted a link to the site. When Michael clicked on the link it brought him to nothing more than a random cooking site. Michael sighed, feeling he had been played with and was about to click on a bookmark back to the Furry site and mouth to the person her sent him the PM when the cooking site suddenly went black. Michael stared into the screen curiously for a few seconds until his monitors speakers bellowed a loud and thrilling howl that lasted for more than ten seconds.
Despite the fright from the sudden loud howl that his parent's may have heard themselves, the howl itself had managed to elicit that excitement Michael cultivated; his heart racing and blood rushing from a spark of adrenaline as he willingly forced animal panting, putting himself in an animal state of mind to ready him for what was to come.
The site began to flash bold white letters as the background illuminated with a rising full moon at the right bottom corner of the screen, a bluish hue gradient expelling around the moon while the rest remained black. The site read "Lupine Delights" with a small line of text under it reading "a sister site of Exotic Awakenings." There were various links to pictures, videos, stories, even testimonies and blogs from its followers. At the moment, Michael was only interested in the pictures, unzipping his jeans to let his aroused member breath as he clicked on the link 'Pictures'.
The screen performed a pixilated fade-out/fade-in type of transition, the screen revealing a starry sky setting with a black figure lying over mountainous terrain. Its head was raised and howling to the moon now hovering above it. Michael's heart raced again listening fondling to the figure howl, beginning to finally make out a humanoid physique black wolf. The beautiful creature turned its head to the screen, almost as if making eye contact directly to Michael, as it smiled and sat up with its legs tucked slightly into her belly using her forepaws to prop her up. It revealed to be a she, noticing the obvious mounds of her breasts along with the faint lining of animal teats hidden beneath her fur. Her figure boasted it as well, slender curves and stature making her muscular build seem nearly unnoticed. Her tail flickered above hips, the sight making Michael's shaft quiver.
"Hello there, viewer," the black furred shewolf said with a giggle. "Before you continue I just wanted to inform you of some facts about this site. Within you will find a slew collection of artwork, photomanipulations, and 'photos' created by all you fans of us creatures out there, and even some of our own. As a disclaimer; if you are a vivid fan or dreamer and truly have a inner wolf stirring inside then we warn you that you should really make sure you are in a comfortable position. It's recommended that you are unclothed and bare before proceeding. You wouldn't want to make a mess now, would we? We also recommend that you turn off all electronic devices such as phones, and make sure you will not be disturbed as traveling through our site can tend to leave our viewers a bit wild and rambunctious."
The black furred shewolf resituated itself, rolling onto its behind with her body turned to the side away from the viewers, leaning back as she moaned sticking her chest and breasts out. "If you can handle this much 'wolf', then I wish you an exhilarating journey. Maybe I might meet you along the way. And then we can have some fun. Please enjoy, fellow wolf." With another thrilling howl the monitor once again does its pixilated transition bringing him to browser with various links and images leading to artwork by specific people and such.
Feeling hot and bothered already from the little greeting from the computerized shewolf; Michael gets off his chair to undo the rest of his jeans letting them and his boxers slide off him to the ground. Removing his shirt last Michael takes his seat, his right hand controlling his mouse while his left controlled the stroking of his penis.
Michael admitted that he was seeing some very hot and erotic stuff, his stroking getting harder and faster as each image of transforming werewolves and alluringly posed Anthro wolves elicited ideas and scenarios of how that could actually be happening in real time. In many he began to replace the character drawn with his own image in his mind, fantasying if he was the one in the picture become a wolf or being one already. His eyes squinted as he laid back against his chair for a moment, slowly getting lost in his imagination as the pictures that burned in his mind began to work into a slideshow. Animal behavior began to break through as he willingly let his tongue loll into a heavy pant, grunting and growling as close to that as a wolf as he could to make him believe he was really becoming one.
A hot sensation began to form intensely over his phallus, stopping his stroking for a moment fearing he was approaching his orgasm too quickly. But the heat was more of an annoyance, and it so followed with a familiar pain that felt like cramps. Thrusting his hips to somewhat help ease the discomfort, Michael growled more out of instinct, the sound of it amazingly more realistic than before. As unpleasant as the twisting of his loins were, whatever was happening he could feel his penis tensing and hardening tighter continuing to heighten his sexual pleasure.
A mild itching sensation began to crawl over parts of his skin as the cramp began to die down in his loins. Still panting, Michael looked down to his loins and was dazedly aware that something had changed about the setup. The foreskin had melded with his crouch pulling his penis closer to his belly; much a like a sheath of most mammals. At first glance his penis looked fine, but then Michael began to realize its shape and size were deformed a bit. Michael had observed enough images and video's of wolf mating to know the difference between his human loins and a animals. To his astonishment, his penis was now that of a wolf.
Before Michael could verbally respond to what he was seeing the monitor began to flash and the full moon was now at the center of the screen with cursive black words reading in the center, "Follow deeper into my den?" It was a link, and; with Michael's mind a bit clouded with his sexual urges pressing upon him to understand the bizarreness of his situation, he clicked on it.
The black furred shewolf returned walking pass the left side of the screen. She smiled as her amber eyes glistened staring towards her viewers. "I see we have another horny wolf in our midst," she began to speak, laughing softly as she licked her muzzled lips. "I hope you are comfortable, Michael; because you'll find it hard to turn back now. If you really don't want to continue then I suggest you shut off your computer now before the effects take hold. But...I have a feeling that's not what you want to do."
The black furred shewolf strut back away from the screen as the background went black. Soon afterwards a video began to play; a collage of videos it appeared. It started out with random males and females being captured in different places; either within their rooms or somewhere in the house or outside somewhere in the woods, grunting and growling as their bodies began to slowly transform into furry representations of their lupine selves. In between the process, video clips of familiar and non-familiar werewolf movies flashed depicting similar transformations. Some played scenes of intimacy to straight sex between two werewolves. Others had footage of various real wolves mating.
Michael watched as his breathing became raspy, still panting and growling his sexual frustration and excitements as he continued to stroke his deformed lupine phallus vigorously. He paid no mind to the fact that the digital shewolf running the site had mentioned him by name, drowning his attention with relieving all the erotic scenes he was witnessing on screen in his mind substituting the male characters and many of them with himself. The details of the random people shown on the video of them transforming into wolves were incredible. They seemed completely lifelike; difficult to believe that the transitions were merely special effects. Michael let out a quiet howl as he began to voice his desire to be like them, to turn into a wolf right there and then.
The videos flashed to the next scene remaining present on the subject. Michael's eyes had steered away from the screen for the moment riveting from the sudden tense euphoria coursing over him, that itchy sensation having grown completely over his body but not enough to bother him. In fact, as the itch went away it was replaced with a hairy warmth that helped cover his skin and protect his body from the slight chill coming into his room. His right hand grasped the back support of his chair to keep him balance and situated, feeling his body slump forward as his weight and posture seemed to be shifting on its own. He had to wiggle his behind often as pressure built above his rear where his tailbone would be, feeling as if it was lengthening and trying to not sit upon the growth.
When Michael finally looked back to the screen his eye widened into dreamy astonishment. The subject being displayed on screen had become him; viewing what would be the point of view of a webcam filming him. The fact that he didn't have a webcam wasn't what surprised him; the fact that the screen showed that his being was now nearly covered in grey fur and that his features were becoming more wolf like was what surprised him. Removing his hands away from his chair and throbbing wolfhood for a moment Michael gasped through his panting that his hands had become thick and stubbier resembling wolf paws more than a human; pads, claws and everything. Looking down his feet were shifting to similar features; his feet elongated and toes massive and rounded proportionately to the guise of lupine hind paws. Looking back to the screen Michael leaned in closer to view his face running his forepaws over his protruding nose and mouth. He was growing a muzzle; his ear has shaped into wolfish points and his brown hair was falling out making way for the head of grey fur to replace it.
Michael couldn't believe what he was seeing...and his lips stretched into a smile; his growing tail wagging in pure delight.
"I see you like what you are becoming," a feminine voice echoed behind him, feeling the padded paw-like fingers and claws of a wolf running down over his shoulders. Michael stayed stunned as he watched the monitor, seeing that the black furred shewolf was behind him reaching her arms over further to hug him amorously, feeling her lupine face nuzzle against the left side of his head and neck. What more; he could feel it, instinctively nuzzling back as his urges hungered to feel more of the shewolf's being upon him. Realizing he was looking away from the screen Michael's mouth dropped and heart pounded finding that the shewolf was truly behind him in his room.
"Everyone is always surprised," the black furred shewolf giggled, circling around Michael as she gently took a seat upon his lap, brushing her body against his with a soft pleasant whimper. The two began to stare deeply into each other's eyes, Michael flinching for only a moment as the shewolf's tongue licked lovingly over his half shifted face. "I told you we might meet eventually. And now you get to enjoy yourself as passionately, or wildly, as you want. But first; close your eyes and don't peek until I say you can."
Michael did as she told him, laying his head back against his chair keeping his eyes shut as he merely felt the shewolf's movements and noise. Her hips seem to reposition as he felt a forepaw pull his head back away from the chair, feeling his body begin to tug closer to her being. Michael was hesitate to reach his arms around her, unsure if it would interrupt whatever plan she had for him, but found she accepted his fondling as he hugged tightly and nuzzled against the mounds of her breasts. A hot pleasure burned below him sounding a unrestrained yelp from his voice, realizing the two were now one feeling his wolfhood sliding along the moist and hot walls of the shewolf's sex, unable to control his hips as he joined in with her bodily thrusts. Sex was all that deemed important to him right now, and having a willing shewolf interlock with him appeared to be an invitation to mate to his heart's content.
Gravity seem to change as Michael's head was released from the shewolf's grasp, somehow missing the back support of his chair as he floated gently farther back until he felt the back of his furry body lay against prickly soft grass and cool earth. He wanted to open his eyes to see how this was possible but struggled to keep them shut in fear of whatever punishment the shewolf might bring from disobeying. All that was certain now was that Michael laid on a bed of grass as the black furred shewolf continued to ride him helping quench his member of sexual stimulation.
He heard the shewolf bark happily, taking her cry as a sign he could open his eyes. Unveiled was the shewolf riding on top of him with her head held high panting; seeing past her the shrouds of leafy branches curtaining the starry blue night sky beyond. To his right shined the full moon hovering above displaying the two wolves in all their glory their mating. They had somehow been cast into the wild far from human civilization, alone together to do as they pleased with only the possible eyes of the and moon and the woods inhabitants to watch.
"Don't let me do all the work," the black furred shewolf gasped, looking down over a still unfinished transformed Michael with a wide sultry smile. "Unless you don't mind being the submissive type, that is."
Whether he had fallen asleep or having become subjected to a abnormal online hallucination of unusual proportions; Michael bared his teeth and growled jubilantly as he kept his growing feral eyes on the shewolf, his forepaws having been caressing the back of her rear and thighs traveling up underneath her shoulders, pulling her in as he kissed, licked, and nipped at his beautiful horny mate wildly increasing the intensity of his pleasure. The shewolf whimpered and yelped elated letting Michael have his way, yelping sharply in her startle as he pushed and rolled her onto her back, Michael laying on top now as he showed to the shewolf he favored the dominate role.
The black furred shewolf chuckled delightful as Michael leaned forward quickly, resuming his nuzzling and licking as he began to thrust himself steadily into her, wincing in pleasure every moment his wolfhood delved into the shewolf's temple deeply. The shewolf's claws began to dig into the back of his skin, snarling and howling in quick spurts at how intense his pounding to her was. Michael enjoyed the pain, enjoyed it more that he was fulfilling both their need for sexual gratification equally, taking his thrusting farther as his speed hastened. His thoughts filled with the images of real wolves in their copulation, knowing it was normal to feel a rush to orgasm as soon as possible. The moment seemed to approach as the bulbous part of his phallus could be felt expand and engorging, creating the knot between them that would keep the two tethered until the end. The shewolf's own walls followed suit tightening and constricting around his cock, finding it impossible to simply slide in and out anymore. It was a mad dash to fornicate immediately, feeling his seed building and ready to expel any moment.
Before it came a familiar sensation returned and washed over him, a sensation he happily greeted as he showed no sign of resisting. What parts of his body had remained bare soon became covered by his thicken pelt of grey fur. His posture and physique altered more, keeping his ability to stand like a human but now able to walk on all fours like an animal. His face stole most of the attention, feeling the flesh and bone of his mouth and nose crack and stretch right in front of him as it lengthened out into a fully formed, fully furred, fully fanged lupine muzzle. The end to his changes couldn't have come at a perfect moment; Michael and the shewolf bellowing harmonious howling as the two reached the threshold of their climax, quivering orgasmically as the two shared their juices; the shewolf's internal lubrication producing more than it should while Michael released what felt like an endless wave of his seed. His orgasm lasting longer than he ever thought, he couldn't help but howl triumphantly once more, body arched back and head held high as he sounded his immense content.
His eyes having been closed to better sense the orgasmic pleasure, Michael finally opened them revealing his bedroom. Shocked and panting in both exhaustion and excitement, Michael looked and darted around his surroundings to find he was back in his room lying on top his bed with his body flopped on his belly. He could feel his cum against his stomach soaking into his bedsheets and...fur! Realizing this fact Michael rose onto all fours, his body still shifted to better suit his quadruped posture, looking over himself to find he was still transformed into a werewolf.
Michael's panting grew rapid once more, rapturous about discovering that this much of his crazy hallucination remained...or possible had come true. He pawed his mattress with his wolf-like paws, let his tail wag wildly, snap at the air and wrestle playfully with his pillows with his muzzled fangs, and shook his entire body feeling his fur sway with the motion just to make sure it was real. His soft erection hardened against his belly, his erotic fantasies of become and being a wolf help fuel his arousal again.
This was unbelievable...and Michael loved it.
"Another satisfied customer," the familiar feminine voice of the shewolf Michael had just mated with sounding in his room, hearing it come from the speakers of his monitor. Looking back to it he could see the black furred shewolf again on screen, motioning a pawed index finger for him to approach as she beamed a sultry smile. Michael eagerly leapt from his bed, walking on all fours as he stood on his digitigrades hind paws, propping his forepaws over the desk counter as he attentively waited for the shewolf to speak again.
"Sorry I couldn't stay to share the afterglow with you, honey. I tend to be quite a busy wolf with all my other clients. But, you know, there is another full moon tomorrow. If you haven't found yourself a mate by then; why don't you drop back on my site? If we're lucky; I may be able to fit some extra time, possibly even get an extra romp or two if you like. Until then, enjoy yourself Michael." The shewolf blew him a kiss before the screen did its pixilated swipe transition back to the main page of the website.
Michael smiled widely as his tail continued to wag excitedly, imagining what his life was going to be like now. It wasn't fully clear if he had become a werewolf who would transform by the light of the moon. He wasn't sure if he had simply become a wolf furry that happened to look more feral than human in his new form. He wasn't even sure if this was something he would be able to change back after the morning sun rose. Was Michael stuck as a wolf forever? How would he explain this to his parents and friends?
Those questions, as pressing as they were, didn't matter to him that moment. What done is done, and Michael was too overzealous to care about the possible consequences. He kept in the back of his mind a personal note to contact his friend who suggested the website to him and thank him. Until then, Michael snuck out of his room and out of his house as quietly as he could, making a mad dash across his neighborhood and his town to the outskirts of an open valley that eventually lead into the woods. He was eager to hunt; he was more eager to mate. But, most of all; Michael was eager to live as the animal he had become, howling passionately as he raced into the night a changed man, a wolf.