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Tabby reclined back against Deacon, sprawled out on the old sofa as they watched another black and white monster flick from the fifties that flickered on the television in their otherwise dark living room. The apartment was a little chill as she had made sure to run the air conditioner on full blast on nights like this. The AC had actually been a big draw for them to move into this apartment together, and it was working out pretty well. Admittedly, Tabby was a little bit cold, wearing only some old athletic shorts and a long white nighty acquired from Deacon, who kept acquiring new ones whenever he set the stage for a particularly big concert. This one had "Brandenburg" emblazoned on it, surrounded by various volutes and filigree.

The cold air didn't bother her much though as she spread her arms out and snuggled back against Deacon's thick grayish fur. He always got kind of pouty when there was a full moon out, and his massive form lay there with his head on his paws behind her on the couch, watching the movie with naught but an occasional twitch of his fluffy ears. Tabby's hand idly combed through the thick warm fur on his haunches as she watched the creature from the black lagoon abduct the girl who stood screaming there for a good fifteen seconds instead of just moving away from the shambling man in the rubber suit.

It had been a little weird dating a person who turned out to be a wolf three nights a month, but he was a really sweet guy. He worked as a sound tech for the local big theater and wasn't the most social person she knew, but once they got over that initial awkward phase, he turned out to be a real keeper. Deacon was smart, knew how to cook amazing Thai food, and always had something clever to point out (when he wasn't a wolf that is.)

"I don't think you'd be very good in a monster movie."

His ears twitched back to listen to her, though his head stayed in the same unenthusiastic position. Tabby leaned back, lounging against his warm body, moving a mahogany skinned hand up his neck and scritching at the top of his head.

"Nope. You're far too smart. I mean, if this thing really wants to get those people, then why doesn't it just drag them underwater? I mean, on land it's about as fast as a highly mobile rock . . ."

Deacon wurfed out a soft affirmative, golden eyes lazily watching the black and white screen. For whatever reason, the gray scale movies really appealed to his wolfish senses, maybe just because the colors were pretty much the same. It had pretty much become a tradition for them to watch whatever came on the classic film channel during nights like these.

"Not to mention that you're about as scary as a St. Bernard."

The wolf pulled back his lips lazily, exposing his white and pointed teeth even as he wagged his strong rudder-like tail against the sofa with a whumph. Tabby loved to tease him when he was like this, and over the year they had been together, it had really helped him feel more comfortable about himself and his_condition_.

"But I dunno. Maybe in the right lighting, you would be able to pull of some kind of Hound of the Baskervilles kind of thing. I wonder if there is some kind of place you can get dog makeup out there . . ."

Deacon's reply was opening his lupine jaws and letting loose two grumpy ululations, causing Tabby to laugh. She had quickly learned that wolves don't really bark per say, but she still always tittered at his "doggy voice" as she affectionately called it.

"No? Well alright then, but I still think we should eventually get you one of those canine Christmas sweaters with the felt antlers. We could send pictures to your mom!"

With a sigh of defeat and a mockingly agitated wag of his tail, the wolf lay back and kept on watching the old special effects on the screen. They may have been dazzling in the 50s, but now, it seemed really unnecessary to keep showing shots of random fish swimming through the water.

"You know, I bet this would be really impressive if you were high . . ."

Ever since moving in with Deacon, Tabby hadn't really been into the whole casual drug thing like she had been in college. She still had her old pipes and stuff tucked away in her closet, and she even smoked every once in awhile with her friends from school, but Deacon didn't really touch the stuff. He was a coffee fiend though, and often went through three or four cups a day.

"Maybe that was their intention. You know, attract all of the proto-hippies."

God. It really was a slow paced movie. The dialog was cringe-worthy, and the acting, although hilarious, was not particularly engaging. With a mischievous smile, Tabby's hand wandered down from Deacon's thigh, scratching at the softer fur of his belly before brushing in and squeezing gently around his fuzzy canine sheath. The wolf's ears perked up and his head whipped around, mouth half open with a dog-like look of surprise.

"Oh come on. You can't have really been that interested. Wouldn't you rather pay attention to_me_?"

She rubbed up the soft furry flesh as she spoke and Deacon rumbled in pleasure as he wriggled his spine, rolling onto his side behind her, paws curled back like a playful puppy's. He had never really gotten very far with any of his girlfriends before Tabby. It was awkward, and he was always too nervous to really tell them, and that odd reservation put a lot of people on edge. Tabby was different though. She just asked and asked, and then once he told her, she just seemed to think of it as some kind of weird bonus, like finding out your significant other could play the piano or something.

"Such a good boy."

Deacon let out an exasperated huff in response. Sometimes Tabby just loved to see if she could press his buttons, and she was really pressing one now as her hand caressed his sheath while the other scratched roughly under his chin, dark skinned fingers contrasting with his light belly fur. His mouth opened and he panted, tongue drooping out, embarrassing himself as he pulled it back, licking his chops. It was always a little too hot when he was a wolf, but thank god for the AC.

"Ohh, my god Deacon. Sometimes you are just too cute."

He grumble growled playfully and bent his neck in, licking between her fingers as she groped about below him. Initially, Deacon insisted that she stay away during the difficult nights of the month, but slowly and insistently, Tabby had worked her way into his life. He always felt so helpless when he lacked a voice and opposable thumbs, but she just acted like nothing had really changed, other than his shape, which was exactly how he had always felt about it as well.

"Heh, ha! That tickles, you mangy mutt!"

She laughed as his slippery long pink tongue lapped around her fingers. In the first few months of their relationship, Deacon had been very insistent about being careful around the time of the full moon. As it turns out, the myths of lycanthropy being contagious were at least partially true. What the old monster movies had left out was that the effects kind of petered out after three or four hours. And even though Deacon had tried to warn her away from it, Tabby rarely seemed put off by this risk, as shown by her hand constricting around his swelling sheath as a carmine fleshy tip poked out of the end of it.

"I mean, we could just sit back and watch the rest of the movie, or . . . We could do something more interesting."

Deacon flopped his head back against the armrest and arched his back, whining in pleasure as she gently ran a fingertip around the outside of his sheath, teasing the tip of his barely protruding prick. His rear legs pawed at the air while his tail began to beat a whumphing tattoo against the cushions. Tabby pulled her hand up, running it up his pillowy belly grabbing his cheeks by their thick fur and pulling him into a strange kiss.

It had taken a few months to figure out how to kiss a werewolf, but Tabby had gotten pretty good at the awkward maneuver, tilting her head to the side and running her tongue past his sharp fangs as his own wide and finessed tongue writhed against her, lupine organ putting her oral prowess to shame.

The sloppy kiss carried on as she rolled the huge wolf on his back and straddled him, tight flesh of her pert rear resting lightly on his chest. In her signature eager and slightly ungraceful way, Tabby struggled out of her shirt, revealing her full breasts and their wide darker skinned nipples.

"Like what you see? Oh, who am I kidding. We both know you do."

She rubbed her breasts together sensuously, with all the subtlety of a bad porno mixed with a delightfully self aware sense of almost childish delight. Tabby lifted her lithe weight up as she started to peel off her shorts, one foot suddenly slipping off the edge of the couch and making her land hard against Deacon's exposed stomach, causing the wolf to let out a gasping yelp.

"Oops. Sorry . . ."

It was her turn to blush a little as she cheerfully laughed it off. Deacon rolled his lupine eyes and grumbled while she slipped her other leg out of the blue athletic shorts. Then she turned around on all fours, looming over him, legs on either side of his shoulders, her dark fuzzy crotch inches away from his panting face.

"I'll make it up to you though. I promise."

And with that, Tabby lowered her head, tongue sliding into the edge of his now plump sheath, licking across his smooth reddish marbled skin. He yowl-owled out in pleasure as his canine cock began to throb, swelling out larger as she took the tip into her warm smooth lips.

Deacon didn't waste any time either, and he thrust forward with his black moist nose, making Tabby stiffen at the sudden chill apparition as he huffed in her female scent. Slowly, the wolf licked out with his tongue, spreading her folds gently as he slipped across her quivering femininity.

Tabby moaned around his quickly lengthening cock, reaching up with a hand and gently cupping his hefty lupine testes with a playful squeeze. All the while, Deacon's lapping was beginning to build up a pace of canine eagerness as he licked against her faster and harder, occasionally slipping inside of her for just a moment before flickering out again and again. He could smell her changes starting before he could see them, and Tabby moaned as her body began to feel all hot and tingly.

Starting to bob her head just slightly, Tabby's ears began to pull up into points, even as the backs of her shoulders clenched while a tickling wave of gray and white fur began to form between them. Her moans took on a deep growly quality as she suckled at Deacon's member, licking at the odd pointed tip with her lengthening tongue while her darkening nose huffed in the increasingly musky scent of his soft furry crotch.

Whining softly, and squirming a bit, Deacon felt her teeth growing sharper as her muzzle pushed out with muscular tugs. But she was careful this time (there had been incidents in the past . . .) and opened her maw wider, letting the hot flesh tickle the soft back of her throat even as a hard knot of flesh began to swell out of his fuzzy sheath.

Deacon lapped in harder as her labia began to pulse and swell, lips becoming fleshy and hot under his lavishing tongue. Tabby wriggled her hindquarters as the feeling drilled right to her changing core even as the nub of a tail began to crack out from the base of her spine. Her swollen canine pussy squeezed and clenched around his clever tongue as her large triangular ears pulled back in pleasure while her tight curly black hair faded into a smooth soft gray coat of fur.

As her body clenched, her arms and legs began to strain, muscles tugging under her flesh while her legs and arms jerked and pulled into a proper quadrupedal alignment, making her position that much more comfortable. Feet pressing out longer and thinner, her toes swelled into tight thick paws tipped with heavy blunt claws that raked back against the cushions. It was a Goodwill couch anyways . . .

The muted music from the ignored movie was playing some kind of thrilling tremolo as Deacon nipped and lapped at her growing bushy tail that coyly batted against his face as it cracked out longer. Her scent was amazing, something completely inhuman by this point, but if forced to translate, it was kind of like the odor of a crackling fire mixed with notes of autumn leaves and well worn leather.

Tabby's fur thickened, growing in soft and light on her belly, darker and bushier along her back with a black patch that flowed down the middle of her spine as she shook and panted happily, yowling as Deacon took one last slow lick against her torrid femininity. Slowly, her breasts pulled back and rows of animal teats formed along her chest, nestled in velvety fuzz. She stepped forwards, looking back over her shoulder and stretching her thick new canine neck. Slowly, Tabby lifted her tail up and swayed from side to side as she bent down with her front legs and presented herself to her eager wolf of a boyfriend.

Deacon could hardly say no at this point, and he rolled on to his paws in an almost instinctual flash, hind legs pressing into the couch as he pushed in with his muzzle, taking a deep whiff of her heady aroma. Tabby yapped back to him, wiggling her rump cutely in a way that would surely make him roll his eyes if it were uttered in English.

He mounted her slowly and awkwardly, his member bobbing about below him. This wasn't really the proper way things were supposed to work, but neither of them were complaining at this point. Deacon's broad forepaws wrapped around her haunches and his cock pressed and prodded against her thighs, making him growl out as it rubbed through her silky fur.

It took quite a few fruitless thrusts leaving beaded strings of pre against her fluffy haunches before his turgid red member caught against the side of her swollen folds. Sliding slowly forwards, his chiseled tip spread her tight aching pussy wide around him as he pressed into her slick clenching molten confines.

Tabby panted and groaned out an almost yodeling canine exclamation of joy as she began to rock back against him. He would have taken the time to poke fun at funny noise if his entire conscious effort wasn't dedicated to thrusting forwards and feeling her hot insides clench and writhe around him.

Their heavy panting breath hung in the air as their paws dimpled the cushions of the couch and the movie played a dramatic crescendo in the background. Deacon bent his head down, burying the end of his muzzle in the thick ruff of her neck as his turgid knot bumped up against her, stymieing progress and spreading her tight flesh wide.

The hot wide base of his throbbing cock pressing against her staining entrance was driving her wild as it mashed against her tender clit. Tabby bent her head back double and nuzzled against Deacon jowl to jowl as he stepped in closer with his hind paws, legs tight against her own as he bent his back and started pressing in harder, sliding back and ramming forwards, stretching her wider every time as she rocked back against him.

His tail bobbed with every thrust and Tabby could feel his soft fur grinding against her back while she growled, legs tensing as he shoved, claws ripping holes in the sofa as she howled out, clenching hot swollen labia stretched wider and wider before, in a rush, she suddenly squeezed down and drew him inside of her, locking their lupine forms together with a hot fleshy solid thud of pleasure.

She felt her lover's cock arc up inside of her as Deacon's furry balls tensed and he started to fire off virile gouts of wolfish essence inside of her. Her pussy writhed and contracted as he danced from paw to paw, one leg scrabbling at her haunches, barely able to contain the pleasure he felt as his cock was completely engulfed in her mercilessly clenching confines while he continued to jolt out hot lances of bliss inside of her.

A lupine orgasm does not simply end. They both stayed tied together, clenching and rocking, black noses huffing in their passionate reek as their wild twisting pleasure slowed to a more manageable level.

Soon, they both stood there panting as Tabby felt him rest his weight on her strong back, still firmly tied together as his member twinged in echoes of pleasure while she squeezed around his comfortably embedded length intermittently. Awkwardly, they flopped to the side, spooning in a particularly canine fashion as she leaned up and nibbled at the underside of Deacon's chin as he nuzzled against her.

Their warm furry bodies were close in a way that only wolves can be as they watched the credits roll on screen. Tremulous syrupy violins played the same refrain that had been repeated throughout the film as long forgotten names drifted by. Maybe whatever was showing next would be better as they were both sure to be there for quite some time.