Full Moon Mating - Pleasure
#6 of Full Moon Mating
Kylie squirmed across the ground as the change took hold of her. She had long broken into a hot sweat, and as her skin became moist from the heat building up with her, her nude body became covered in dirt and blades of grass from the earth below. She had no particular course of action. The change was just too painful to allow her to sit still while the full moon burned the change out of her.
If she couldn't contain the wolf during the full moon, she would have to settle for unleashing it into the wild. Far away so that humans would be safe from the dangers she posed to them. Still, she didn't have the details quite worked out, even if she had the general idea of driving away from town, deep into a forest at the base of some mountains. What if someone tracked her car here in the middle of the night? Would her wolf know to be nearby at moonset so she could return to the safety of her car, containing food and a fresh change of clothes? What in the forest would possibly be enough to sate a werewolf's hunger?
Kylie didn't think about any of these things until the change was upon her, and all the uncertainties filler her with dread.
Fur enveloped her in a blanket of warmth that only made the light of the full moon hotter. She watched her hands expand and grow claws as she held them under the moonlight. She crawled on hands and knees toward a tree for support, and once she stood up, all she could think to do was to take her aggressions out by slashing the bark of the tree with her sharp claws. She was strong, growing stronger still. As her hungers rose from her belly, as she could think was she would need her strength and agility to grab hold of some innocent animal in the forest for her dinner.
Another wave of pain hit, forcing Kylie on her back. Her chest was covered in a thin layer of fur that tangled into a wiry mess as it grew from her skin. It was thickest between her legs, spreading upward like an infection. Only her nipples could be seen above her fur, four of them including the two she had as a human.
She hated that she had two forms, like she was some alien now. She was human. Is human. She had been deformed by that other werewolf, marked by him like she was his property. She despised that night when she was turned for the first time. She despised that night when they mated. She despised everything about him. And so she needed to get as far away from him as possible.
"AaaaaaaawoooooooOOOO!"
Kylie released all of her built up tension in one long howl. What started as a pained anguish turned into a song for the moon as the werewolf took over. As the last changes settled in, she continued howling until she was spent of all energy. The transformation was exhausting, as was the release. Within minutes, though, the beast found new life within her. She sniffed the air and darted in a particular direction.
These were new surroundings, and here she had yet to mark her territory with her scent, but traversing these woods was no less natural to the werewolf than running through the woods outside her human home. It was all a matter of sorting out the sounds and sights and smells that the forest had to offer. To her mind, it was all effortless. It was the beast who controlled where she would go, and the beast smelled fresh meat.
Along a stream, the shewolf caught it. Some small animal or another. The werewolf mind didn't have a name for it, just that it scurried on four legs and was large enough to serve as her first meal before her hungers drew her to bigger game. It hardly made a sound when she tore it limb from limb, sinking her jaws into its flesh. Its blood sprayed all over her furry face as she greedily ate up her prize. Before long, it was little more than bones atop a dead carcass, the first of what would have to be many of the werewolf's prey tonight. Kylie's hungers were hardly fulfilled, but at least the taste of the little animal had taken the edge off.
The wolf howled again in delight. This forest was hers, and if one kill was easy, certainly many more were to come.
She was so excited by the prospect of feasting on the forest's bounty that she could smell herself. She was aroused by the power the full moon had given her. So much that she found her hand had traveled down to a patch of wetness between her legs. It felt unnatural, or at least less natural than when her human had experimented with herself. Her wolfen hands were now clawed and dug into her sensitive flesh when she touched her furry sex. All she knew is that when it didn't hurt, it felt rather pleasurable.
Kylie walked on her four limbs to a small heap of rocks half buried into the ground by the edge of the stream. One rock was pointed enough to serve her needs as she lowered herself onto it. A jolt of pleasure shot through her body as she rubbed.
There was half a thought in her mind that the last full moon was kept at bay, if only for a little while, when her beast had mated with his. And when they had run into each other as humans, he had brought it up as a way to defeat their curse. It was disgusting, her human mind thought. She would not mate with the one who had changed her.
She ran her sex against the edge of the rock, bringing herself ecstasy with each movement. Her claws dug into the earth as her moans pierced the air. She could feel heat - not of transformation but of orgasm - building up in the pit of her stomach with each thrust. The shewolf roared an inhuman, guttural cry as she pushed the rock harder against her body.
"AAAAAaaahhhhhrrrrrooooOOOOO!"
It ended as violently as it began, and Kylie could smell her own scent emanating from her body in a sudden explosion. She lifted her head up to the sky and howled again as her body released its juices onto the earth. She collapsed onto the ground, rolling closer toward the stream and landing with the back of her head resting on the cool grass. She was spent, and her beast was spent.
And all the beast wanted to do was sleep, if only for a little bit.
Kylie felt herself growing colder, smaller as the full moon lost its power on her. She could feel her fur start to slink back into her skin or fall away altogether. Muscles became less pronounced, her hands and arms returning to their human proportions.
She was not fully human. Tufts of fur still decorated the backs of her hands, the sides of her arms, the space between her breasts. But she was in control, at least for now.
She looked down at her own reflection in the stream, with the help of the moonlight up above. She was some half-human, half-werewolf freak, with the most subtle layer of fur lining the outline of her face. Her eyes glowed a pale yellow and her ears still peeked out from under her hair. No orgasm she could give herself would be as powerful enough as one a mate, a werewolf mate, could give her. But for now, it would do.
Kylie washed her face of the last bits of blood from the animal she had eaten only moments ago. She examined the carcass she had left in the distance. Did she really do that? Was she really capable of such a horrible kill? And did she really enjoy what she had done?
This was the life she would have to suffer every full moon. Mating with that other werewolf was not a real choice. Neither was getting caught, because who knows what the world would think of a werewolf in their midst. She would be condemned to living her full moons out here, in the wilderness, killing to satisfy her hungers and deviating toward sexual pleasures that her human conscience would have found offensive. That, more than any transformation, would be the real curse.
She looked at the carcass again and almost began to cry. She buried her face in her hands at first, only to see her nails sharpening again. The werewolf was coming back.
Pain shot through her again. She could feel that the werewolf was spiteful. She had tried to keep it at bay through orgasm, and now it was reasserting itself more forcefully this time. Fur didn't creep up her skin this time. Instead, it bloomed throughout her body. Bones and muscles stretched more painfully this time as the animal returned. Kylie braced for a quicker and more violent transformation, and within moments, her screams turned into howls.