Gold Tier Story - Must Love Werewolves (Patreon)

On a brisk and windy November evening a young woman hurried her way into the protection of her apartment building while the dusk of a setting sun slowly melted behind her. She swung past strolling passerby’s with her little bit taller than average sized height, her long brunette hair and square rimmed glasses that lined her face allowing her to practically melt into the crowd with her lack of particularly distinguishing features.The chill of the full moon slowly wandering into view as night crawled into the once indisputable territory of the sun’s rays. All Teresa wanted was to climb into bed under the warmest blankets and soak up hours of anime until she’d fallen asleep. Maybe a cup of cocoa would accompany her that evening she hadn’t decided yet. She fantasized over the prospect of getting delivery, and maybe even splurging a little and getting the digital version of the new One Piece movie that had come out. Such ideas were a far cry compared to what she encountered when she opened up the door to her shared two bedroom two bath apartment located on the fifth floor. 

A weakened whimper made of exasperation and borderline tears that welled at the sides of poor Teresa’s cheeks accompanied the thud of her bag falling from her grasp to the entryway of the apartment as she stared at the wreckage that was once her freshly cleaned living room. She gave a helpless sniffle, it was only Wednesday and she’d spent all weekend cleaning it up. It was the handiwork of her roommate Abigail, an unfortunate culmination of Craiglist and needing to make rent. It had only been two months and already Teresa was desperately searching for a new roommate. In the interim at least Abigail was paying her share of the rent. 

Clothes, shoes, phone charger, all went into a basket as Teresa desperately tried to at least organize the mess into manageable sections. Her eyes landed upon a strewn out mani-pedi set that made the poor girl cry because she was reminded of her own lack of time to be able to take care of her own nails! With a heavy sigh she tossed that too into the laundry basket. Underneath the coffee table was more clothes, slippers, tissues covered in nail polish, more for her to clean. She pushed against the coffee table and let out a grunt as she felt it catch upon something, her eyes glanced up too late and it was the curtain rod that took a tumble landing upon the coffee table with the curtains spilling to the floor. So overwhelmed was she that she didn’t even think about picking up the curtain rod.

She didn’t consider when she turned towards the window to put up the curtains once more. Nor did she have the foresight to recall what she had so desperately tried to avoid as she took an early evening from the office and made her way home before dusk had faded to night. It had been so long since she’d simply gazed at the stars that she couldn’t help herself as her eyes caught the full roundness of the moon that made her heart give a tremendous thump in her chest. Like a hiccup in her average body, her facial features that simply faded into a crowd, eyes that hardly spoke of an interesting color, and medium length brown hair that refused to stand out. 

What this ordinary bland girl in her mid-twenties would never tell you was that she was special in her own way, in a particularly scary way, she was a monster. Her body shuddered with a thump as she felt the refracted rays that bounced off the moon soak into her eyes slowly causing them to glow into a brilliant gold as she heaved gasps of air. Muscles contracted and bulged upon her biceps and forearms, her shoulders broadening as her head tossed back, her ponytail falling ot the side as her jaw gasped open for air revealing the sharpened wolf fangs as her mouth extended. It was hardly painful for her, in fact the transformation often felt amazing and it was painful to her libido to forgo it! 

Her once modest b-cup breasts filled in and tore through her pink top that she enjoyed wearing to the office as a bit of color against the normally drab workspace. It was a shame too, she’d gotten it on sale! “GWuhhharhhh.. Rhoaruhhhh!” She groaned loudly as her body started to sprout a brilliant glossy coat of brown that was a shade lighter than her slightly crimson tresses. “Rouahhhhhrhhh.. Rhhrhhh..” She groaned even louder as her fingertips grew thicker and her nails, once lauded for their lack of prim and care now growing into elongated ebony clawtips as her massive palms flexed and gripped cracking the knuckles loudly as she stood taller than before. 

Rippling down her spine was brush thick sprouts of fur that quickly lay flat against her widening figure like a glossy coat of a well pampered hound. Her bones bulged against the underside of her skin cracking against her insides and almost threatening to bulge out from her flesh and shred her skin as easily as her clothes had been torn by her blossoming figure. The bones of her spine poked outwards lining her mutating flesh with indents showing a skeletal frame that could never fit in the body of a small girl that barely stood over five feet six inches tall, it was like her body had concealed the skeleton of a giant within her tiny figure that was threatening to tear out from her. Finally the base of her tail popped free from her body and waved in the air like a billowing flag as her head tossed back revealing the trail of fur that coursed down her neck and along her plump massive tits with bright pink nipples resting perfectly upon her frame uncaring for the laws of gravity as they hung in mid-air. 

A final growlmoan of pleasure rippled from her lips as her feet tore through her pair of professional high heels, her paws padded and matching her fingernails with large ebony toeclaws simply squished the poor shoes underneath her massive frame with a sickening crunch as the heel cracked and bent inwards until the shoe was a flattened heap upon the floor. Then finally, the pleasure that was coursing through her body culminated as she felt the heat brimming through her expelled with hot pants of air as her body formed thick bloated balls that rest right above her cuntmound and a rounded sheath with a bright pink doggy cocktip leaking pre-cum that dribbled down the lower circumference of her cock and dripped against her thick brunette balls. “Awahuhh.. Houhh.. AWHOUUUUUUUHHH!” Teresa howled with her distinctly feminine amazon frame outstretched with her fingertips half clutched into fists. The human girl reborn under moonlight into the physique of a monstress, a werewolf of the night.

From the doorway slowly walked a blonde haired girl in her early twenties, just old enough to drink, carrying in her hand a pristine white phone with her palm open and the speakerphone blaring their conversation. A habit that Abigail refused to drop no matter how much Teresa had pleaded vocally and silent victims of her mundane conversations glared in her direction. “Yah it’s my roommate I’ll tell her to shut up.” 

“Doesn’t she watch cartoons in her bedroom anyways?” Abigail’s friend, Liz was on the line. Teresa disliked her from afar. 

“No, Liz, that’s anime, totally different.” An eruption of giggles was the precursor that caused Teresa’s wolf ear to twitch as she turned to face the blonde girl who seemed unimpressed by the large wererwolf femme standing in their living room. In fact that look of apathy quickly turned to staunch aggression as she scrunched her nose with disapproval. “Oh mai. Gowd. Liz.” Abigail had a sort of bored valley girl accent that always grated on Teresa’s nerves but with her improved hearing it was somehow even worse! “My dumb weeb roommate brought a dog home.” 

“Ohmygod. Are you serious?! That’s so not cool! You should confront her like. Now!”

“I’m gonna, it’s like, this huge freaking like.. Saint Bernard or something? Tch.” Abigail frowned. “I bet the bitch wanted a boyfriend cause she can’t get none!” 

“Snap girl! Viciouuuuss!” Liz giggled on the other side of the line.

Abigail rolled her green eyes and turned her head towards Teresa’s room. “Hey! Teresa! Get this dog out of here!” it didn’t take much for her to be impatient and she started to storm her way towards the door of the empty bedroom. “Take out your headphones you dork! I said no dogs! I’m not going to be cleaning up dog hair here!” Still nothing. “Ohmygod. Liz. I think she left this dog here! Must have gone out to go get food pellets or something for this mutt.”

“Ohmygod. That BIT-“ The voice on the other end of the line fizzled into a crunch as Abigail looked towards her hand and only found the massive brown furred palm firmly wound into a grip as the shattered plastic fell lifeless and to the floor with only a thump to what had once been an incessant sound box. The screen shattered and circuitry spilling guts from the remnants of what was once the newest and hottest phone on the market. 

“Bitch.” Teresa’s voice sounded like a faint echo against a silken velvet and matronly tone as drool spilled down her tongue. “I’ll show you.. a bitch.” Abigail was wearing pink boyshorts and a large t-shirt from one of the boys that had spent the night there a few weeks ago. Fabric that was no match for her claws that gripped along the cotton and yanked into a shredded heap upon the floor as she pressed her body in close. Her bright red doggy cock poking out from her sheath and smearing pre-cum along the softness of her ivory thighs. “You’re my bitch now..” She growled over Abigail’s frame.

“Hahh.. Oh.. Okay..” Abigail whimpered hotly at the thick scent of cockmeat that practically drugged her senses with a mix of fear and arousal by the potent pheromones of the wolfgirl. Her body trembling with excitement she knew she shouldn’t be feeling as the werewolf woman overhead formed a lustful sneer and with a single palm that grappled at the front of her throat Abigail felt herself become lifted into the air by her throat with the pinching of suffocation threatening her form. Fear raced through her veins but was suddenly replaced when her pussy which was simply too low to the ground for Teresa to fuck properly was now penetrated with the hot thick meat of wolfcock. 

Teresa hadn’t been a werewolf long but it was much different than what she imagined it would be like, she was still mostly in control of her faculties but her mind experienced an overload of sensations every time, her ears, her eyes, her nose especially so. She could almost smell someone’s intentions, what they were thinking, what they liked, and somehow she could smell that Abigail was a bitch, a bitch that loved big fat cocks and being fucked roughly. Her growling snarls of excitement as she bucked her hips inwards pushing the girl against the couch as she dug her dick in deep mashing against her womb with sharp juts of her hips. “Rrghhh.. Mine… Mine..” She growled hungrily down at the girl that moaned and yelped every time that pinnacle of dick stretched out her inner walls. “Say.. Say it!” She barked out with spittle landing upon Abigail’s back.

“Your.. Yours!” The human girl moaned excitedly, her heart pounding as her breasts squished against the couch and her fingertips clutched onto the cushions for dear life. “ANNghh.. This.. This pussy’s all yours! Take it!” She huffed and panted her tongue out in return as sweat dripped down her body from the intensity of pleasure that was brimming inside her body like an out of control electric fire. 

She liked that. Teresa also liked that. The werewolf loved that. Her lips rolled upwards into a lustful snarl as she wrapped her fingertips tightly around Abigail’s wrists and yanked them back, dragging her entire body against the length of her cock until her labia pushed against her knot that threatened to fit itself inside despite what her puny cunt could manage. “Yessssss!” Teresa howled hotly, her mouth gaping open as she huffed for air and her predatory maw hanging the tongue out as she used the powerful muscles in her hips and thighs to smack her cockmeat against Abigail’s twat, and her arms holding her steady at least to start until they started yanking her back as her hips jut forwards. 

Abigail could feel the bulbous cockmeat that lay beneath the initial length of Teresa’s shaft and her eyes widened with fear as the wolfgirl seemed unperturbed by the capacity of her depths. “Wait.. Wait!” Abigail cried out as her body was jousted forwards, she was hanging fully in midair now with her body balanced upon the length of Teresa’s cock, her wrists hanging back and her front hanging forwards, her little feet dangling in the air as pleasure made it almost impossible for her think straight. “Wait.. Its.. It’s Toobigiig.. I’m.. Tooobiggg you’re gonna.. You’re gonna ruin me!!”

Emerald eyes of a valley girl bimbo started to roll into the back of her head as the intensity of her body being plowed by fat wolfcock suddenly overwhelmed her senses as the bulbous crimson knot pushed against her pink cuntlips. A twat that had enjoyed regular human male touch and silicone toys was ill prepared for the bulging girth of a knot but that didn’t matter to Teresa, she’d be broken in soon enough. “HFffwahawtt..What are you DOIIIIGHHNHGH! AWUHGHHH!” Her voice cried out as the knot slammed inside her body and the heavy width only inflated further, locking her pussy around the girthy thirteen inches of pure cock and wolf knot with her quivering pussy lips tingling against the sheath of Teresa’s crotchfur. 

The werewolf that was by day an almost painfully normal human girl in her twenties, a borderline otaku that obsessed over anime and her ‘gaming rig’ PC in the darkness of her bedroom, by the evening moon she was the object of lust that girls like Abigail would beg for. A femstud with a cock perfect for breeding little bitches and claiming them to be part of her pack. “I’m.. Making you.. My BITCH-WHOUOUUUUHHH!” Teresa howled into the skies as her knot claimed Abigail’s pussy as her own. Her cum that suddenly flowed from the tip of her cock like a glut of thick yogurt ropes directly into Abigail’s depths. Each thick of potent werewolf spunk laid claim to Abigail’s womb and Teresa’s moaning howls that caused the trembling human girl to realize one last thing that evening before she felt the heft of wolfwoman grip into her body as she continued to cum.

Abigail realized with widened eyes, she was Teresa’s bitch, her breeding bitch. She had been claimed as the first of this wolf’s pack. 

…

When Teresa came home she was no longer burdened with the frustrations of an improperly maintained home. It was clean and almost sparkling, just the way she liked it. As she sat upon the ivory cushioned couch enjoying the leisure of her werewolf body on a more casual nature she flicked through her emails of the day. “Foot stool, I want my paws worshipped today.” Teresa splayed her pawtoes and the once bratty Abigail now wearing a collar and a heavily pregnant belly attended to those squishy glossy dark pawbeans with her tongue. If only Teresa had realized that to get Abigail to behave all she had to do was assert herself as the alpha, her golden eyes glancing down at the blonde bimbo slut that wrapped her lips around the base of one of her toes and her tongue eagerly licking along the softness of her furred flesh. 

It had been a few months and this little ritual between the pair had become routine within the first days of Teresa asserting herself as the pack alpha. It turned out that she was able to control more of her werewolf self each time she rut that little bitch to where she could shift into it at will. The human girl who worked at an office would come home each day as usual, and once in the doorway the wolfwoman would take control and enjoy the comforts of her pack bitch, a warm meal, a blowjob, dessert, having her cock sucked again, maybe a second dinner, accompanied with having her potent nuts suckled or her paws worshipped. All culminated in lovely evening where she’d rut her bitch into bed, locking her onto her knotted cock while they watched One Piece together. 

Much to Teresa’s delight her new breeding bitch was starting to come around even though she preferred watching the dub. 

This evening was a little more special, she was full with her second dinner and while she adored watching Abigail worship her paws while walking on all fours with her pregnant belly full with a litter of wolf pups the werewolf mistress had begun considering expanding her pack. She licked at her lips and rubbed her fluffy brunette pawtoes against Abigail’s lips managing to wriggle one of her toes into her lips and smirking as she fucked her pet’s mouth with her middle toe. Her eyes then glanced at the pinging sound that came from her phone. Her golden hues lighting up, it was an incoming call. 

With her massive hands she was barely able to operate the phone but she was able to prevent her clawtip from shearing across the screen to open up the call. “Hey Liz,” Teresa’s silky voice spoke into the phone as Abigail glanced up from her wet lips and saliva soaked footpaws. “I’m a friend of Abigail’s. We were hoping you could come over to a party tonight.” Her matronly voice held a small lustful growl. “By the way, you like dogs right..?”