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Stand By Your (Wolf) Man

"I guess I'm ready."

"For what?" you ask. But your heart's just missed a beat. You know what she means.

"Everyone's being infected by this epidemic! I don't want a strange wolf man taking a bite out of me! I might die! I trust you. Bite me, and we can protect each other!" Irene places her hands around your furred shoulders and kisses your dark lips. It's clear she's losing her fear of you. "I think we're right for each other." She manages to smile. "I've heard wolves mate for life. What about werewolves?"

"I guess we're going to find out." You grin. You don't wish to deny your desire for Irene any longer. You want to see her change, then hunt with her in the night. Maybe even play tag with each other's tails... "Take off your clothes," you growl.

She nods. You turn away as Irene disrobes - then face her again when she's done. Irene steps forward and strokes your chest. Holding her tight, you give Irene a quick, clean bite around her collarbone.

Crying out, Irene collapses to her knees. Now mirroring her, you hold Irene upright as her skin begins to sprout thick hairs. Her hands and feet turn into paws as her form changes, becoming leaner and furrier. Her ears stretch to the top of her head, becoming pointed - and Irene's bones change as she grows a muzzle and a twitching tail. Her blond hair has gone, replaced now by a warm, sleek coat of light-brown fur.

Pretty as she was before, you now find Irene beatiful.

Irene narrows her amber eyes and growls. You help her up, and she examines herself in the mirror, excited. Suddenly, she throws back her head, cocks her ears, and howls. You join in - celebrating the joyous moment.

"Well," you growl, taking her forepaw with yours. "What do you think of yourself?"

She grins at you and licks her tongue against newly-grown fangs. "I feel...terrific," she growls back. "We're now the perfect couple." Irene nips your ear. "Thank you."

You smile in acknowledgement, and nip her back, conveying what you want to say without words. "Right, Irene. Let's do something together," you announce.

But what?


Written by Midnight Blue

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