The Change
Mark Graham
Copyright Mark Graham 2011
Published by Mark Graham at Smashwords
PROLOGUE
The creature sat, crossed-legged on the ground. It had been a long time since it first came to this realm. A very long time. It had enjoyed killing many humans throughout the centuries and planned to continue savoring the taking of life for a long time. They were so easy to break down and destroy. Finding someone that thought they were a pure, good soul and then watching that same pathetic human kill and eat a fellow captive… The creature shivered in pure pleasure. It took months to wear down the strongest of them and the creature enjoyed every second of it.
Time was meaningless to it. It couldn’t die; not naturally. It could be killed, however, and was forced to move from one land to the next when its pursuers were too close.
There were others like it and if they banded together, they could conquer again but so many things were different. They hid themselves out of fear: fear of each other and fear of what might happen if they gathered en masse.
So, he hunted alone. Quietly. He’d been in this new place for nearly a year, building up his base of power. The longer he corrupted the land, the stronger he became. He killed periodically but mostly captured and tortured.
He had a few lesser beings with him – demons he found over time. He bound them to him with blood and rituals. Dark magic. He was strong and growing stronger.
Someone was hunting him - a foe from another time. He was not afraid. A single enemy meant nothing. The ones that were powerful enough to take him alone were long gone.
The fire pit in front of him spit and crackled. Part of the last human’s leg had fallen into the fire. He’d give the rest of them the remains and they would eat it or live off of what they could in their pen underground. Some were starting not to care any longer.
The creature lay back against the tree, savoring its dead coolness. His eyes closed as he thinks back to the many battlefields and spoils of war he’d enjoyed over the years. Centuries ago he was on the frontlines of the assault, boiling the blood of his enemies where they stood against him. Times were different now. The original host was scattered with no way back and no way to call for reinforcements. Only one method existed to reopen a portal but the cost was too high.
Suddenly, his eyes flew open. The fire had gone out, snuffed out by no natural breeze. The black lines on his face are pulled into horrendous figures and shapes as he frowned in concentration.
The creature reached into the pit to pull out the leg. His black, jagged fingernails scrapped off the bits of flesh and fat remaining. The bone breaks easily across his thigh and he casts the pieces on the ground next to him.
It takes a moment to read the bones. What he sees there makes his own flesh crawl. The bones can’t say clearly what is happening but they never lie. Something in the way they were arranged tickles a memory at the back of his head but he can’t remember why. Whatever it is, it terrifies him.
Something else was coming for him. After a moment, the creature whistled shrilly through decayed teeth and a high pitched cry answered him. He would find the source of this and deal with it before it found him.
CHAPTER 1
I work in a small office as the IT guy - mainly programming and grunt work when it comes up. It's a pretty good place and I enjoy the work. I've been a computer nerd since I was a kid and I taught myself everything computer related: fixing computers, programming, some networking... everything. I never seemed to bother with college and I only have vague ideas about trying it out some time. I just find that I can teach myself better with real world issues.
I liked to read a lot and played tons of games (yes, I was a D&D nerd) when I was growing up so I was pretty chunky. The ugly glasses and bad fashion sense didn't help my image but I blame growing up in the 80s and not having parents that really cared one way or the other. I mean, seriously. Parents shouldn't let their kids out of the house in a tent for a t-shirt and glasses larger than their face.
Now, though, I keep in shape by running occasionally and eating somewhat healthy... ish. I got tired of being fat when I was out of high school and decided to do something about it. Along the way I learned I enjoyed it. I really like the feeling of running flat out until I'm exhausted. It's like I'm testing my limits and finding out how far I can go... and then if I can go further the next day. I could still stand to lose a little extra weight but I'm doing well.
Once most of the fat went away I learned that I inherited my parent's good looks. I'm no show stopper but I do well and I'm told I have a boyish face. I’m thinking of growing a beard but I had a traumatic experience with “face pubes” when I was younger so I’m a little reluctant. What if it looks like I rolled around in pubic hair with my face slathered in glue?
I'm keeping in shape and I enjoy my job. I think I'm pretty smart as far as that goes. I know enough to get by but mostly I understand there is so much I don't know. I also have a healthy sense of curiosity. Most of the times I will actually look around me when walking – up at tall buildings, on the ground around me, at other people walking, everywhere. You’d be surprised at what’s around you. Case in point - walking up a steep sidewalk I noticed a half-naked creepy old guy standing at his window (slightly below street level because of the incline) staring at people walking by.
So, I'm happy except for one thing - relationships. I'm shy. No getting around that - remember me growing up a nerd? I don't faint when a woman looks at me but I also can't build up the courage to start a conversation. When I was younger, I once spent 20 minutes at a bar, goading myself into asking a pretty girl if I could buy her a drink. That didn’t work out so well. I've gone out on some dates and have had some experience with women but I never seemed to find what I was looking for - or she didn't and the relationship never started.
Speaking of working up the courage to ask someone out - I have a crush on my coworker. She's maybe 5'7" (to my just-under-six) with a lean body, shoulder length brown hair. She’s no super model but, really, who cares? You’d take a second glance if you were a guy and she walked past you but you’d mostly think, “Huh, she’s cute.” Not drop-dead gorgeous but she is self-confident and has this little half-smirk on her face most of the time, like she just thought of a hilarious dirty joke and she's about to tell everyone. We both have a sarcastic sense of humor and neither of us has a problem making fun of the other.
While I like my job I have to say she definitely makes it that much more enjoyable. I've thought about asking her out but she's my coworker and I have no idea how she feels about me personally. Also, I'm a guy so I'm stereotypically blind to "signs" and I temper what I think are hints with the knowledge that I'm probably being overly optimistic about her. I probably have PTSD from the girl at the bar.
Fast forward to now - a Thursday in February and I've been looking forward to Friday all week. It seems like all of our printers decided to take a dump at the same time and I already hate printers.
I got in some time after 7:30 and my coworker, Sarah, isn't in yet but it's no big deal since our company is pretty easy going. I start the day tackling some of the more minor projects while I wait for her to show up.
Sarah arrives a little after 8 and grunts in reply to my "good morning." It's not freezing but she's wearing a pretty heavy coat. I check her out through pure reflex and today she’s wearing thin slipper-like shoes with gray and black stripped pants. She has a cute little rounded butt. Not big, really but its not flat like a board and I appreciate that. Her jacket spoils the view a bit since it's so big. She seems withdrawn and doesn't want to talk so I go back to cursing at printers.
Our area is small (2 cubicles) and stuck in a corner so there's some privacy. Usually we make fun of users and trade jokes back and forth but today she's acting strange. She’s shifting around in her chair a lot, not concentrating and occasionally glancing my way. My ego would like to think she's fallen madly in love with me but, more likely, she's sick and is working up to tell the boss that she's leaving for the day. However, she doesn't leave and she keeps quiet all day. The one time I ask if she's okay she just shrugs her shoulders and tells me she's fine. She sounds like she's coming down with a cold but I leave her alone.
The day drags on to 3 o'clock and it's mostly a standard day - a little bit of computer maintenance and some programming here and there. I do all of the computer work today since she's not feeling good. She doesn't ask me to do it but I don't mind; there were plenty of times she's worked on my projects so I could get a break. From what I can see by glancing, I think she's just moving her mouse around every so often and looking up websites. I see the Mayo Clinic website once or twice so I was right about her not feeling good. Whatever it is, it must be something other than a cold if she has to look it up.
From 3 to 4 o'clock my routine falls into doing a little bit of work and then looking at the time in the bottom-right corner of the monitor. Every 5 minutes. I swear to god.
People slowly file out and I can hear our warehouse guys turning off the heavy machinery. We do large scale printing and we're shutting down the warehouse for three days. Our company sent out two huge orders so we're flush until next week. I hear they had the warehouse working overtime on the projects and they're letting them have a three day weekend to make up for some of the extra hours.
The time gods (Cronos? Chronos? Or was that someone else?) hear my prayer and 4 o'clock finally hits. Just as I'm about to get ready to go, Sarah finally talks to me.
"Hey." She says (startlingly me - she's been so quiet all day). "I need you to help me out with something."
"Sure. What'd you need?" At this point I'm mostly glad she's even talking to me. I was half worried she was pissed at me for something. I stand up, assuming she needs me to look at something on her desk or computer.
She hesitates. She's still sitting and I do my best not to look down her shirt but I can see the tops of her breasts. She doesn’t have a big rack but they look like a nice handful. The shirt she's wearing is a brown top with a somewhat low neckline. Her skin is smooth and white with a sprinkling of freckles. She's got a nice neck - a tad thin and a little long. I appreciate the sweep from her shoulders up to her chin. It's graceful. Now that I see her, she does seem slightly paler. Almost flushed.
She stands up, too. Her tongue darts to the corner of her mouth and she looks over my shoulder for a moment before looking back to me. "I'm trusting you here." she says. "Come with me for a second." I wrinkle my eyebrows. That's not like her at all. She grabs her jacket and puts it on before turning to walk. She's awkward with the coat and it almost seems like her body isn't moving the way she wants.
I follow her. "Lead the way." I answer lamely. Is it something with her car? I hope not. I can ... I can probably change the oil in a car and probably get the tires off but that's about it.
Rather than going outside, she heads out to the warehouse through a little path towards the back and makes for the stairs leading up to the second floor. We keep some old files and other junk stored up there. So, yeah. Odd. She doesn't talk as she's walking. Me? I'm staring at her ass. Actually staring. I'm not glancing out of the corner of my eyes here; my eyes are locked onto her ass. I don't usually do that but I can't help it. Those pants are even tighter than I thought.
My dick notices. I have a raging hard-on. The boner is not fueled by some fantasy of her taking me to some secluded spot and ripping my clothes off because my brain hasn't even made it past staring at her ass. Her pant legs make suush-suush-suush noises as she walks. I never understood how women (and some men, I suppose) could wear such tight clothes all the time. I'm not complaining in this case, mind you. Although, I thought the pants fit her slightly loosely earlier?
As she starts up the stairs I find myself having a hard time keeping a decent thought in my head. Did she always have such a fine ass? Have I never noticed? Her jacket is slightly too large and covers the top half of her ass cheeks but ... they're so round and firm looking.
God. Now I'm imagining pushing her against the top rail of the staircase and taking her from behind - slamming my dick hard between those lovely cheeks. I'm almost drooling from the thought of it. My pulse is racing and I have to keep swallowing and wetting my lips. I think my hands are shaking, too.
We reach the top of the stairs so I try to stop staring at her so hard. It's actually physically difficult to pick my head up and stare at the back of her head. I have to force myself to keep my hand from my crotch. All I want to do is rub myself. Or grab her and do... something with her. My mind can't seem to decide.
The top of the stairs look out to the whole warehouse. I'm glad everyone's gone because I'm somehow sure they'd be able to hear my thoughts from a mile away or they'd wonder why I have a baseball bat down my pants leg. I tell myself to get my shit together and keep my eyes above her shoulders.
Ah, but then I see the back of her neck and that sets off a whole new chain of thought. The area that sweeps up from the shoulder to the side of her neck is taunting me. My brain tries to dig out old school knowledge and all it can come up with is tendon- something-something. I can picture myself kissing her there and nibbling a little. I'm drooling again. I want to fuck her so bad and I'm not even one of those guys. You know - arrogant guys that think all the women want them. I watch porn. I like porn. I like women. I just don't stare at every single woman out there and immediately think of banging them. Damn. My balls are throbbing and aching.
I push myself through the fog and try to not think of any part of her body. She leads me to the middle of the room near one of the main shelves and then turns around. It's hot up here but she keeps her jacket on. It looks like she's about to break out in a sweat and she still sneaks glances over my shoulder. I half-turn to see what's going on when she talks again.
"Swear to me, " she starts. “Swear to me that this stays here. We've worked together and I trust you. You don't make fun of me for this and you don't tell anyone else about it. I need some help and you're it." I'm taken aback by her seriousness. So much so that I forget about all the different positions I'd like to have her in right now.
"Yeah, of course. I swear." I assure her. It’s true. I'm not an asshole. I'm sarcastic and I give people a hard time but I know my limits and I usually know how much people can take and when not to push it. "What's going on?" I was really, really starting to hope this would turn into some kinky secret-sex-at-work thing but apparently not. Damn. I’ll have to masturbate so many times tonight to work this ache out of me.
She's nervous. She stares at the floor, at the ceiling and then back to me. Obviously she's working up her nerves and having a hard time telling me whatever she needs to tell me. My brain starts in with thinking of pushing her back against the wall before I shut it down and think about a white square on a black background. It sounds stupid but it keeps me thinking about something safe. I'm starting to worry about myself and I think a trip to the strip club is on the menu for tonight.
She stares straight at me this time and then takes off her jacket. I can see little beads of sweat below her hairline. She wets her lips. My eyes follow her tongue in slow motion and I automatically imagine her going down on me. Fuck. White square. Black background. White square... It's been a long time since I got laid but this is ridiculous. Now I'm getting hot and I'm not wearing a damn jacket. I can feel my cheeks burning as if I'm blushing like a... like a... like a what?
"I need you to look at something. You stay where you are and you look at it and tell me what it is. You don't touch me. You don't get near me. You don't laugh at me or make fun of me. Deal?" Whatever it is, she must be upset because her voice goes husky at the end. Is she going to cry? If so, why am I getting more turned on? Is it her voice or the thought of her crying?
"I said I'd be good and I don't even know what's going on. What..." I falter. I seriously do want to just grab her, rip her shirt off and suck on her nipples. I mean, they're right there. Is she even wearing a bra? Is it my imagination making me think I'm seeing her rock hard nipples pressing against her shirt? I swallow and try again. "What is going on?"
Great. Now I'm staring at her chest. White square, black background. White circle... circle? I see the swell of her breasts pressing against her shirt and her nipples look like they're trying to break their way through. They're somewhat flattened against whatever the fabric is of her shirt and, yeah, she is wearing a bra. I think she picked the wrong ones because they're too small for her. Her breasts are making the outline of the bra that much more visible. Damn. Fuck a "decent handful." Her tits are firm and large. C-cup? I'm bad about bra sizes. I swear to god her cleavage is deeper than it was earlier.
She doesn't notice me staring or doesn't care. She just looks at me, wets her lips again and turns around.
Then, I see it. She doesn't need to do it but she pulls her pants down ever so slightly (maybe just a couple inches) and pulls her shirt up an inch or two. She leans against the shelf next to her with both hands and has her head down.
"What is it?" She asks. "I've been feeling fucked up all day and I felt something back there earlier. What the fuck is it?!" Her voice is still husky but I don't even notice. I'm staring at it.
"It's... Jesus Christ." I take a step forward. There is a nub just above her ass crack. I take that back. It's more than a nub. It's about 3 inches long and has hair on it. Thick brown hair.
I watch as it wriggles slightly back and forth. "Jesus Christ... I think it's a tail!"
She shudders. Or shakes. I don't know. I'm transfixed. It's not just the tail. She's got a dark patch of hair running from the small of her back up into her shirt. And that thing *is* moving. Slightly. Side to side. Wait... is it a little longer? I can almost see her crotch and I'm praying that her pants fall down. I somehow figured she'd be the kind of person to show her bones more - you know how some skinny people's hip bones show a little bit? She's not one of those people. She's padded. Strong looking. How in the world did she fit in those pants?
Wait, what's wrong with me? She's got a fucking tail growing out of the base of her spine! I hear myself yelling that in my own mind but my eyes keep following the curve of her back and the way her hip is shaped. Now I notice that the hair on the small of her back seems darker already and more spread out.
Sarah turns her head and looks at me from the side. "A what? Are you... are you f... fucking kidding me?"
I can't help myself anymore. My hard-on has not gone away, her ass is right there and I can't think straight. This smell… What is it? It's musky and it makes me grind my teeth together. I take the two steps left between us and grab the base of her nub... tail... whatever with my right hand and... and I pull her against me.
"HEY!" she yells. "Don't...!" She starts to turn toward me, hands still on the shelf.
I pull her hard against me and her ass slams into my crotch. My left hand grabs her left shoulder to keep her in place. I push her down with it but I can feel her strength and she only moves because she wants to move. She moans and shudders a little more. I lean into that beautiful neck and allow her to stand upright a little. "Don't... what?" I say through clenched teeth. I want to bite something. Her. Her neck. My heart is racing and I feel... not angry… agitated. On edge.
This isn't me but I don't care. It just feels right, right now. Sarah squirms but not to get away. Her pants have fallen down a little further and now it’s just her panties between me and her cunt. She’s wearing black panties but the bottoms of them are stained a darker color.
The bulge in my pants settles in-between her ass cheeks and her breath catches a little. She rubs herself on me and I hear her panties rasping against her skin. I somehow notice that the tail ... her tail... I'm holding is longer and thicker now. The hair growing out of it is long and bushy. I can feel the muscles of her shoulder and neck moving under my left hand. It feels like she's broken out in a cold sweat. I feel tiny pinpricks on my hand and her shoulder turns a slight shade of brown, like her hair.
My mouth is right by the corner of her neck. That sweet, sweet spot. I lean in further and bite ever so gently. She moans louder and rubs against me harder. Her panties catch on my pants and they pull down a little. Her hair seems thicker. I bury my face in it and find her ear to nibble on. The tips of the ears are pointed but I don't notice.
"You want me to stop?" I breathe in her ear. I know the answer. I just know it.
"Noooo..." she moans as she rubs her ass up and down against my dick.
That's all I need. I grab the bottom of her tight fitting shirt and pull up. She puts her arms up to help. The shirt is tight and I have to pull hard. That thick line of hair runs all the way from her ass up to her shoulders now and I watch for a moment as it creeps up even more. I break her bra strap getting it off. My fingernails leave light red tracks down her back briefly before they fade away. Her breasts bounce as they're released. They're bigger now and I see the lines from where the edge of the bra was cutting into them.
She grips the shelves near her. They creak and vibrate under her grip. I grab her right tit with my right hand and she's larger than I thought. My fingertips brush coarse hair as I reach for it. I tweak the nipple and she cries out wordlessly. My left hand dips down to the bottom of her stomach and she brings her hand down on mine to push me down and into her. She wants me in there. The hair around her crotch is so thick. I almost pull pubic hairs when I reach my fingers in.
Her pants fall down to her ankles. I feel thick hair through my fingers. She's hairy. Really fucking hairy and already really fucking wet. It's not sweat but her pussy juice wetting down the hair around her crotch. I find her clit and start rubbing. Her juice has made her slippery and my hand glides smoothly around in circles even through all of that hair. I move the tips of my fingers down to her pussy lips and the base of my hand rests her clit. I push against her and rub my hand up and down.
The shelf creaks some more as she moans and her fingers dig into the wood like it was cold butter. Her nails have lengthened and blackened and the trail of hair on her back has reached the top of her neck. I don't even care. Her tail is ... wriggling… against my stomach. I don't know why none of this bothers me. It just doesn't seem important. The fingers on my left hand dive into her wet cunt and she screams out, "Christ!" It's guttural but I can still understand her. Her teeth are different. Sharper? Longer? Her lips look darker. She was wearing light red lipstick earlier but now they look more like the color of blood.
I'm working my fingers in and out of her and she can't stand still. She's so wet. "F..." she tries again.”Fuck me! I want your cock in me! Fuuuuuck!" Her voice is thick like her tongue is swollen. She can't decide between pushing her ass against my crotch or shoving my hand deeper into her. I don't care. Right now I call the shots. I'm not the aggressive type but right now I'm doing what I damn well please.
I kneel down and pull her panties down to her ankles. Her legs are corded with muscle and turning brown as thick hair grows out of her. She keeps trying to stand on her toes. I can't get her pants off with her shoes on so I yank them off and throw everything behind me. Her pussy juice is slowly making its way down her legs. I lick one of the trails from her thigh up to her ass. Normally I'd be slightly disgusted at the thought of getting hair in my mouth and between my teeth but I want her so bad and she tastes incredible. I feel the muscles in her leg as I dig my fingers into them. They're rock solid and, like her shoulder muscles, I can feel them shifting around.
Her pussy is right there in front of me but I can barely see her pussy lips through the hair. Hair? It's too thick for that. Her ass (which is definitely larger than it should be) has a fine growth of brown hair and the inside of her thighs are black from thick hair already wet from her juice. I grab her ass with both hands and dig my face in-between her cheeks. She's hot and wet and hairy and I love it. I can barely control what I'm doing - licking and sucking and biting and she's screaming for more.
She tastes salty and she's slick with her own juice. My tongue slides around her pussy lips and dips into her. I can feel the muscles in her vagina tense and relax over and over. My nose, mouth and part of my chin are wet from her. I bite her pussy lips and she pushes hard into me - almost knocking me down. She's strong but my fingers are curled around the front of her hips and I hold on.
My cock is bursting out of my pants. I feel the top pressing hard against my belly button as I'm crouched down. It wants release but I'm not ready yet. It doesn’t occur to me that my dick is longer it should be.
The hair on her ass is getting thicker. I can feel it growing through my fingers. I hear popping noises and look up to see the skin on her back is moving. Rows of muscle around her spine and shoulders are growing. The hair has spread across her entire back now.
Her legs are longer and her toenails are growing. She pushes herself up onto her toes and I have to adjust myself to her new height. The pinky toes on each foot are moving back and to the side – her feet are rearranging themselves.
She's not moaning anymore - she's growling low in her throat. I spread her ass cheeks and push my tongue into her pussy. I can't tell if my tongue is longer or the position is different but my tongue is deeper in her now. My teeth ache and the need to bite something grows. My hands are hot and itching as I'm squeezing her ass. The hair on her body is thick but luxurious. I pull some of it between my knuckles as I knead her ass.
Finally, I can't take it anymore and I pull my face out. She's got her own face turned to look at me and it's different. Longer. Her teeth are sharper and she's breathing in ragged deep breaths. I can see the muscles on her arms bulging - muscles she never had before. They're corded but not too bulky. I stop fooling myself about the hair on her body. It's fur covering her now. She does this whine and growl at the same time and I can barely hear the words "more", "please" and "now."
I look down at a sudden pain in my own hands. They've changed. Like her. The hair on my arms is getting thicker as my own fur sprouts out. My hands are lengthening slightly while the nails turn black. It doesn't hurt anymore. I'm not in shock but something is coursing through my body and it feels good. I feel confident. Powerful. I'm still me at the core but I feel like I'm at the top of the world. My shirt is tight and moving against my body. I try to pull it off but end up simply ripping it in half without even trying. I'm covered in dark brown fur the same color as my hair. My own muscles are hardening and growing. I can feel movement at the base of my spine and I know what's happening.
My pants rip off easier than my shirt and my body adjusts. Calf muscles bulge and my fur is nearly exploding from my body.
My cock draws my attention. I used to be about seven inches and decently thick when I'm hard. This is twelve or over and fat. Wait, what they hell? It's attached to my body by a line of skin? My dick seems slightly more red but otherwise basically the same. Pre-cum dots the tip of my dick and it bobs in time to my heartbeat. I watch brown fur creep up the thick skin covering my cock and a part of me thinks, ‘sheath.’
Sarah whines again to get my attention. She's beautiful. Her tail is an arch of fur and it curves halfway to her shoulders. I think she's holding it in that position on purpose. She's tall now and I’d guess at least seven feet. Her body is thick and strong but slightly padded in some parts - her ass looks soft enough to jiggle a little but her arms look sculpted - at least what I can tell through the thick coat of fur. The tips of her ears show through her hair and she's standing up on the front of her feet. I can see thick black padding on the bottom of her feet and the joints of her toes are long enough for her to stand comfortably on now.
I can only assume I look about the same but I'm distracted and not focusing on myself.
She bends over and puts her hands on the ground with her legs wide. She's spreading herself for me. She turns her head and looks directly at me. Her face is now a muzzle with a black nose and black lips. Her eyes are pleading with me.
A growl bubbles up from deep inside me. I grab her neck and push her head down to the ground. She automatically raises her beautiful furry ass higher in offering. The hair around her crotch is nearly black from her own juice. My left hand holds her down at the neck and I step around to stand behind her. I let her go and bend over, supporting myself with my left hand on the ground.
My right hand guides my dick into her. It glides in and I growl with teeth bared. I can see my nose pushing out and turning black. It burns a little but is nothing to me. Sarah is all. I push all the way into her and she yells something that could be "YES!" but it comes out as some excited barking sound. She pushes back into me and I hit her cervix. Her claws dig into the floor and they cut furrows from the wood.
I drop my right hand to the floor and mount her properly. She's mine. My legs and feet are longer and the position feels good; natural. My own muzzle is complete. I bite hard into her neck. She almost purrs in satisfaction. I think she's moaning and growling at the same time and that's how it comes out.
There's no gentleness or slowness to what I do next. There's no asking if it's okay or if it hurts. I fuck her. Her head is down on the ground submissively and she pushes into me every time I thrust. I slam into her and the floor groans. Our claws are carving grooves into the wood. I go fast. The animal in me demands it. Later there will be time to explore. For now our blood is up and we just rut.
Her pussy makes wet slapping noises every time I slam into her. My sheath rubs against her wet pussy lips in interesting ways. I feel her pussy tight around me. My claws have cut hand and foot holds into the floor for me and I'm able to push harder. I feel the wood splintering but the bottom of my feet are thick with padding now and I feel no pain.
I lick her ear and the side of her neck as I'm fucking her. Sometimes I bite her and sometimes it's hard enough to draw blood. When I do, it's hot and salty and makes us both push harder and growl. She tries to pick her head up to look at me and I growl at her. I'm able to hold myself completely up with just my left hand so I push her head down with my right. I try to say "stay down" but it comes out as a deep growl. She actually gets more wet and pushes herself harder into me.
I stand and, in the same motion, put my hands around her waist to pick her up. She's surprisingly heavy but I'm so strong. I'm still inside her. I shove her against the wall and it shakes. Her sweat soaked furry breasts flatten against the wall and I start pounding up and into her again. My dick rubs against the slightly ribbed, small g-spot near the front of her pelvis in this position. She's panting and whining and moves herself slightly for me to be in a better position.
Sarah reaches around to the back of my head with her right hand and grabs onto me. We're both grunting with the effort and I'm near to orgasm. I shake her hand off of me and grab the hair (fur?) on her head with my right hand and yank her back from the wall a little. She puts her hands on the concrete wall in front of her to brace herself. My left hand reaches across her furry chest to grab her right tit as my rhythm speeds up.
We're both so close. She's whining and gasping and grunting and I'm trying to hold back as long as I can but I’m too close.
Suddenly, she orgasms. It hits her hard and she breaks a hole in the concrete wall as her body shakes. The claws on her feet nearly break through the floor. I follow shortly after and everything goes white. I think I yelled or... something but I'm not sure.
I feel my cum jetting into her and she buries my cock deeper inside her. She tries to kiss me. It... doesn't really work but we try. Mostly we lick each others muzzle and bite each other a little.
We collapse. I'm still in her and still hard but I feel like I ran five marathons nonstop. Her legs are jumping every now and again and we're trying to catch our breath. She licks me and I bite her ear somewhat gently.
Her smell fills me: the fur, the sweat, her juice, her musk and just her. This is her. It almost overwhelms me. We don't try to talk. We just lay together, in the dark, now that it's late. The small windows above us show the dark sky and faint light from a nearby streetlamp.
After some time I can feel something changing. The feeling is like someone tugging hard on my body in all directions. The fur is going and my muzzle is shortening. Hers, too. It works by degrees. I weakly try to move and end up just shifting positions against her. She pushes back into me and I stop moving. "Don't." She says. "Don't move. Just stay there." I can hear her. Her face is nearly back and the fur is almost gone – it tickles my body as it pulls back into her.
Her back is against my chest. I reach my arm around and cup her left tit possessively. She sighs and presses back into me. My head rests on her shoulder. She’s so warm against me. Her breasts are large and I can’t help but squeeze them. They’re soft against my rough hands. Sarah moans quietly as I tease her.
In this position I can see my own arm and it’s huge. I look like I’ve been lifting serious weights my entire life. I didn’t even know some of the muscles existed. As I knead Sarah’s breast, muscles ripple along my forearms like waves on the ocean. I feel like I could snap a steel bar if I tried hard enough.
I bring my hand down to Sarah’s stomach and I feel her abs. She’s ripped and I guarantee she wasn’t like this before. She looks like an Olympic level athlete. The sex made things a little hazy but I’m pretty sure her breasts have shrunk a little now that she’s human again. Regardless, she’s way bigger than before this all happened. D-cup or more. Probably more. Her whole body is bigger than she was before she changed which probably means I am too. It’s hard to tell right now.
I run my tongue around my teeth but they’re mostly back to normal. My canine teeth are sharper than I remember and they feel more prominent. The teeth next to them feel slightly more sharp as well. All of them are straighter. I had a chip on a back tooth before but it’s fixed now. Amazing.
Its quiet out and we're both still naked but we're not cold. I don't know if it's the sex but my body temperature feels higher and I feel the heat of her body as well. Whispers of steam roll off of our bodies and into the air.
My leg is starting to go numb on the hard wood floor so I go sit in the corner to change positions. Sarah comes over and sits on my lap, against me. I automatically cross my arms around her. "I'm yours." she says, simply. I don't know what to say to that but some of the wolf stayed - I feel like I would die protecting her and kill anyone that hurt her. I lean my head into her neck and kiss her gently in response.
The whole time I never lost who I was but the other feelings are still there. I feel like I could do anything. Face anything. I'm me but... enhanced. I could walk on my hands on the edge of a skyscraper without fear. My arm muscles flex in response and anticipation.
I grew more conscious of Sarah’s naked body against mine and I grow hard again. With her sitting on me, my cock goes straight out and rubs against her still dripping pussy. I bark out a started curse when I see myself. I was circumcised as a baby but I’m uncircumcised now and much thicker and larger. I never saw what size it made it up to when I changed but I'm guessing it didn't stop at twelve. The sheath is gone. I wonder if the sheath and being uncircumcised are related?
Sarah draws a deep breath and smiles lazily. Her voice is sultry. "I think,” she says, turning to face me. "I think I'm ready for another round. Let's see if you still howl when you cum."
She turns around to face me, wraps her hand around my cock (did it double in thickness?) and closes her eyes. She guides me deep into her and I grab her waist. She starts out slow and brings herself up on her knees and then down again around me. Her ass settles softly against my thighs. She's leaning into me and pushing herself back every time she goes down. She covers my mouth with hers and we kiss while she fucks me. She moans into my mouth as I squeeze her ass with my hands.
We take our time this time. I don't howl when we're done but I've seemed to pick up the habit of growling.
CHAPTER 2
It's nearly midnight by the time Sarah and I are finished exploring each other. Most of our clothes are ruined. Her jacket, shoes, pants and panties are still in one piece but everything else is gone. Oh, my shoes are fine except they don’t fit anymore. Nothing fits us anymore.
I’d have to be measured to be sure but I’m definitely taller. It’s a completely strange feeling. For years and years I was just under six feet tall and now everything is stretched out. I work my arms in various positions just to get the feel of them.
"Goddamn shoes!" Sarah growls. "I paid $150 for these fucking things!" I laugh and she throws them at me. I would think that having my body suddenly lengthened would take some getting used to but I grab the shoes out of the air without thinking. She's not impressed. "Don't laugh, fucker. You owe me a new bra and a new shirt."
She crosses her arms under her tits and scowls at me. It looks more like a pout and I smirk at her. "You keep standing like that and we're going to be here for another couple hours." I tell her. She smiles and tilts her head, slightly confused before she realizes what she's making her breasts do.
"Fucking men. All the same." But she laughs a little while she says it. I haven't heard her curse this much before. I don't know whether it was the change or if I just never got to know her personality outside of work. I watch her turn to gather up her clothes and I get hard again. It's the bending over and seeing her ass up that does it. I clear my throat (that comes out as a small growl) and turn to get my things. My overeager cock eventually calms down.
With my clothes under one arm I slap Sarah's ass (it does jiggle slightly) with the other and we make our way downstairs and out. Thankfully our company is too cheap for security cameras except for the dock and that's not the way we go out. Sarah's breasts sway and bounce as she walks and I thank whatever gods are listening for everything that's happened this night.
Even in the open air of the warehouse we're not cold and the concrete floor doesn't bother my feet. I stop for a moment and look at the bottom of my right foot. The skin is thicker under the ball of the foot, the joints of the toes and the toes themselves. It doesn't look like normal skin (it's slightly darker) but it's not black padding like a dog. I can still feel what I'm walking on but it's neither cold nor does it hurt my feet. They skin on those parts are almost like a callus. No wonder my hands felt rougher against Sarah afterwards – they’re almost they same as my feet.
Outside feels no colder to me. It's February and we should be freezing but I'm not. Is it the sex? No, that was too long ago. I'm amazed that I don't feel uncomfortable or self-conscious about being naked outside. I don't have the sudden urge to run to the woods, jump over streams and murder a deer but I do feel better being in the open. I can see more and it’s more open – better chances to move in case of something happening and easier to see anything before it gets too close. Huh. Why would I think of it like that?
I walk to my car, feeling the crunch of gravel under the new padding of my feet. It’s almost like when you have your mouth numbed for dental work – you can feel the pushing and pulling but it doesn’t actually hurt. I know I’m stepping on some sharp rocks but I only feel them as something I’m stepping on. My toes curl around the larger stones and dig slightly into the ground.
Sarah follows me automatically. She doesn’t walk to her car and she doesn’t ask me if she should come with me. I barely notice how different that is. Just this morning we were coworkers. Now we’re… something different. If she walked off to her own car and told me she’d see me in the morning I would be angry and tell her no, she’s coming with me. That actually bothers me. She’s her own woman; she should be able to do what she wants. But, there’s this new part of me that’s growling loudly. That’s what’s driving the possessive and aggressive feelings. She’s mine! She needs to stay near me! I watch her back and she watches mine! How can we hunt and protect each other if we’re not together? It’s almost impossible to push those feelings down. They’re primal.
“You smell funny.” Sarah says. “What are you doing? Whatever it is, can you turn it off? I feel like I need to bite something hard. Look, I have goose bumps from it. What is that smell?” The hair on her arms and the rest of her body is standing at attention. I’m fighting with myself and she’s picking it up from me. I put my anger aside and Sarah stops rubbing her arms. In any case, she’s not thinking of going to her own car or going off by herself. Does she even notice that she’s just following me without asking?
I unlock the doors and we throw our ruined clothes in the back seat. There’s a pause as I close the door. It should be awkward - we're standing in the middle of a dimly light company parking lot, naked with dried cum on us. But it's not awkward and it's not bothering me.
She's her. I look at Sarah. Not her tits, not her crotch but her eyes. She's looking back at me with a small look of apprehension. Her eyes are beautiful - gold tinged with green. I was pretty sure they were brown before. "Are you..." she begins. I put my finger on her mouth and tell her, "Wait."
Time slows as my awareness kicks in. I hear her heartbeat, strong and steady. If I focus I can hear a small suuush-zuu, suuush-zuu which I can only assume to be the blood moving through her body. I hear a much, much fainter heartbeat somewhere else. Is it my own? Why would it be fainter? I smell things - different kinds of car smells. I can tell they’re different but I don't know how or what it means. I smell myself and I smell me on her. There are other scents around both of us but I can't tell what they are except that they're there.
Suddenly, light flares and I look at the streetlamp on the other side of the street. The lamp hasn't brightened but I can see as if it was a cloudy day at 2 in the afternoon. I hear bushes rustling and probably about 50 feet away I see a rabbit's eye hidden behind branches. The faint heartbeat gets stronger. I can hear a rabbit’s heartbeat from 50 feet away. So that's what that other heartbeat was…
I close my eyes and take a deep breath of the cold night air. The crazy rush of smells and sounds calms down. I open my eyes again. Sarah is watching me with a half-smile on her face. "You, too?" she asks.
"Yeah." I say. "Everything's different. I didn't answer you back in the warehouse. You said you were mine and I didn't answer." I step forward, settle my forehead against hers and close my eyes.
I talk to her with my eyes closed. "I don't know what happened up there. I don't know what made that happen or if it'll happen again. I didn't even have the balls to ask you out before today. I love you. I couldn't live without you now. I will be by your side forever. I don't own you but you're mine." I lean back and tip her head up with my fingers. "And I'm yours." We kiss.
I pull her close to me. Her tits press against my chest and I feel the hard nipples. I don't care if it's because she's excited or because of the cold air. My dick is hard and presses between us into the bottom of her stomach. My left hand goes to the small of her back and I pull her tight against me. My right hand goes between her shoulder blades and holds her tighter still. Our tongues twine and move rapidly against each other as we kiss. I feel her canine teeth and prick myself on them. We both taste the blood and she growls low in her throat. I feel small hairs stand up at the back of her neck.
Finally, we stand apart. She looks at me again. "I... I was worried. I mean, I could smell ... something that made me feel safe and warm, but… Is that crazy? Just a bit ago I could actually smell something that made me know you loved me. Well… I didn't know that it meant that but I felt safe and happy and it felt like love somehow. I… I was still worried."
She puts her hand on my chest, near my heart. "Whatever happened up there… Whatever..." She lays her head next to her hand. Suddenly, she clenches her hand and I can feel her fingernails cut into me a little bit. The pain is remote. She looks up at me and her eyes are hungry. I smell something. Fire. Like a raging firestorm. Strong and hot. It consumes me.
"You are mine." She says. She reaches out, grabs the back of my head and pulls me down for another kiss.
"Mine." she whispers.
Sarah grabs my dick with one hand and pumps it slowly. I can feel her smiling through the kiss. She pulls back and leans over to kiss the head of my cock. I feel her sudden surprise. “Wait… weren’t you cut before? Well, fuck it. This is better, anyway.” She pulls back the skin and brings the head slowly into her mouth. With her other hand she shoves me against the car and I hear the car creak and move on its springs. She's strong - so strong. If I had fought her off I could stand my ground but I'm beginning to believe I'm not the only one that could dent metal with my bare hands.
She goes down to one knee and takes more of me into her mouth. I grab her hair with both hands and close my eyes. She’s pumping me with one hand while pulling her head up and down the length of my cock. Her tongue licks and wraps around me. Her teeth lightly brush against the head of my dick and almost cut. Up and down... I dig my toes into the ground and feel my toenails grip, digging lightly into the asphalt. Her tongue feels rough against me.
Up and down, up and down. Her mouth is so wet and her tongue seems too long to fit in her mouth. We're rocking the car. I can hear the springs creaking rhythmically with Sarah’s head. I'm close to an orgasm and she knows it. My hand tightens on her hair and she goes faster. Suddenly I'm over the edge and I cum. She stops moving her head but keeps pumping with her hand. I grit my teeth and my throat rumbles. Sarah swallows each jet of semen greedily.
Finally, she pulls her head off. She looks directly at me and smiles, showing her teeth. They're perfectly straight and her canines ARE sharp. "Mine." she says again. She puts her head down and cleans me off with her tongue, slowly, one part at a time. She looks up at me every time she licks up and she's making a very loud "Mmmmmmm..." noise. She could reach her nose with her tongue if she wanted to do it.
When she's finished, she stands up and dusts her knees off. She stares at me with those hungry eyes and it smells like the world should be burning around me. "All mine." I just look at her and say, simply: "Yes."
She gets in the passenger seat and I notice I've left a dent in the side of the car where I was leaning. I guess we'd have to relearn our limits.
I look forward to it.
CHAPTER 3
I can honestly say I've never been in a car while naked - I haven't even had the pleasure of having sex in a car. I'm thankful I have cloth seats because leather would just stick and rub wrong.
Do I put the seatbelt on? Why is that even a question when I'm naked but not when I'm clothed? Sarah is trying to figure out how to get her seatbelt to work with her new tits. The chest strap is annoying her and rubbing on her wrong. I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing but then I actually do bite it and I choke off a curse from the quick pain. She glares at me. Finally she fits the belt between her cleavage and leaves it alone.
I have to adjust the seat and move it back for more leg room. I also pump my feet on the brakes and accelerator to get an idea of how my new body works in the car. The padding on the bottom of my foot grips the peddles more so that’s a bonus. I almost break the shifter putting the car in reverse. The steering wheel shakes when I accidentally grip a little too hard.
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