[BONUS] A Furry Surprise! (Original) (Patreon)

Themes: Consensual, Unsuspecting, Furry, Breeding

Summary: Jon isn't a fan of Halloween. He's just not that into the supernatural scene, especially after all those spooky, scary monsters were revealed to be real ten years ago. So he's just going to go to his favorite bar and watch the game. What could go wrong?

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It wasn’t that Jonathan hated Halloween… he just really didn’t celebrate it. He’d dressed up a few times here and there as a kid, sure, and he’d done some trick or treating back then as well… but that was in the end kid stuff. He’d never quite understood why so many people grew up and decided that they wanted to dress up all over again to go to Halloween Parties.

Sure, there were some tasty slutty girls at those kinds of events, and Halloween was the one night a year they could show off in their sexy nurse, sexy pirate, sexy maid, sexy whatever the fuck you can think of without anyone thinking less of them for it… but still. It just wasn’t Jon’s kind of scene. Even more so after the supernatural ‘came out of the closet’ about a decade back.

Jon isn’t some kind of racist. He really isn’t. He’s all for giving Vampires and Werewolves and Goblins and Ghosts their fair share of rights. Fine, whatever. They were born in the U.S. just like he was, why shouldn’t they be citizens? Hell, most of them started out as human anyways… regardless, Jon wasn’t racist, and he had no desire to act all prejudiced and shit against the non-humans that had apparently always been living among them.

But… there was this kind of fear now, deep in the back of his mind. Because, Jon wasn’t really into furry shit, or blood-drinking, or anything like that. He had no desire to be possessed either, or to fuck a three-foot green goblin… but then, ghosts and goblins were far more obvious than vampires and werewolves in what they were.

A vampire or a werewolf could pass for a human, and on a night like this, well, you never knew which Countess Dracuslut was just a horny coed looking to fuck, and which was looking to take a bite out of your neck. And that wasn’t even counting the fact that werewolves quite literally WERE human until they weren’t.

Jon wasn’t racist… but he wasn’t into fur and he hated how being cautious of that kind of thing made you prejudiced or some shit now. So, he avoided Halloween Parties. He avoided the holiday in general to be frank. Instead, Jon treated the night like any other Tuesday night and went to his favorite bar for a couple of drinks.

The best part about this bar, was that it didn’t really celebrate holidays. The owner was an ornery old man who just couldn’t be bothered to put up flimsy decorations and all that shit. As such, most people who wanted to enjoy Halloween or any other yearly holiday went elsewhere to find the appropriate celebrations for their needs.

As Jonathan pulls into the parking lot of his favorite bar, a wide smile spreads across his face. The parking lot is basically empty, only two or three cars beside his own. The bar is definitely open, lights on and everything, but it looks like he just might have the place all to himself for the night. Shutting off his music and his vehicle, the young man hops out and locks up behind himself before slipping his keys into his pocket and heading inside.

Just as expected, there’s not a single patron in the place. The bar itself is still manned though, by a grizzled-looking gentleman, wiping it down with a rag. It was just a little cliché, like something out of a movie. But then, that was just what Jon liked most about this place. It had a bit of an old, honest feel to it, one you couldn’t find in a night club. Maybe Jon was just an old soul…

“Evening Bart.”

The man behind the counter nods his head in greeting as Jon takes a seat.

“Jonathan. The usual?”

Jon grins at that.

“Aye, the usual.”

Within moments, there’s a beer in front of Jon, freshly opened by Bart. Wrapping his hand around bottle is a familiar comfort and Jon wastes no time in chugging down that first beer. Once the bottle is empty, he sets it down on the counter and reaches for the next, which Bart has already put out for him. Of course, Jon isn’t about to just chug beers all night long. He sips at this one and finally turns his attention to the television hanging above the bar.

It’s the one thing Bart keeps updated, compared to the rest of the establishment. Even an old timer like Bart enjoys a good sports game and the technology used to view such things has definitely evolved quite extensively over the years. Jon’s pretty sure that all of Bart’s extra cash flow goes into having the best fucking TV money can buy, because it feels like every month he comes in here to find a new, bigger, thinner screen staring him in the face.

There won’t be any judgment from Jon on that account though, no sir. Instead, he settles in to watch the Astros play the Dodgers in Game Six of the World Series. He doesn’t really have a preference of who wins one way or the other, neither team is HIS team, but it’s pretty close with the Astros only leading the series three to the Dodgers’ two, which makes it all the more exciting.

Settling in to watch the game, Jon feels right at home in the empty bar, a smile on his face and a beer in his hand as he enjoys Halloween HIS way.

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It’s the bottom of the fifth inning and six beers later when the door to the bar opens and someone else steps inside. Jon is a bit drunk by this point, but he’s still clear-minded enough to turn in his seat without swaying too badly. His eyes widen briefly as he takes in the beautiful woman that’s just stepped into the bar.

“Hey Bart!”

“Alice. You’re here later than I’d expect on a night like this.”

The red head blushes a bit at that but ultimately just gives an easy grin in response.

“Yeah, just wanted a drink before I turn in. Long night ahead and all, you know how it is.”

Bart just nods and slides a glass of whiskey down the bar to the young woman, even as she shucks off her jacket and shows that her body is just as kick-ass as her face. With tits and legs for days, Jon is immediately interested, he won’t even begin to deny it. Leaning over slightly, the young man gives his fellow patron a big, commiserating smile.

“Halloween ain’t your thing either I’m guessing?”

The red head blinks at the sudden attention, as if she’s surprised he’s even talking to her. But then, it’s just the two of them in the bar, so unless he’s chatting with the ghost of a loved one that only he can see, it HAS to be her that he’s addressing. One shoulder rises up and down in a bit of a half-shrug as she takes a gulp of her whiskey.

“I’ve never been partial to this particular holiday, no. Especially after the Great Reveal… well, I’m guessing you aren’t a fan either, if you’re here?”

She’s very clearly trying to turn the conversation back towards him, but Jon is a bit too drunk to notice or care at this point. His smile widens as he realizes he truly has found someone who feels the same way he does. After all, the Great Reveal is in reference to the supernatural coming out of the closet a decade ago and all that rot. It’s the ‘official name’ or some shit. Either way, Jon feels like he’s found a kindred spirit.

Sticking out his hand for her to shake, the young man bobs his head up and down in a slightly drunken nod.

“I hear you, loud and clear. The name’s Jonathan. Jonathan Bradshaw. You?”

For a moment, the red head looks shocked and more than a little confused. She eyes his hand like it’s a trap, but once again, Jon is too drunk to notice. Just like he’s a bit too drunk to realize Bart already gave her name out when she walked in. After the moment passes, Alice returns the smile, her own big and wide and toothy. She reaches out and takes hold of Jon’s hand and the drunk young man is just a bit surprised by her grip strength as she gives it a good three pumps and then let’s go.

“Alice. Alice Moonstone.”

Jon’s smile turns into a grin, even as he shakes his arm just a bit, as surreptitiously as he can manage.

“Alice Moonstone. That’s a pretty name.”

His blunt honesty is rewarded with a blush as Alice ducks her head and takes in another gulp of whiskey.

“Well thank you, Mr. Bradshaw.”

His brow furrows a bit and he shakes his head.

“Just call me Jon. Mr. Bradshaw was my father’s name.”

His tone, as he delivers the age old one liner at the end, is rather giddy, as if he’s just told some grand joke rather than spouted a cliché that might as well be ancient by pick up line standards.

Still, oldies and goodies or whatever the saying was. In the end, Alice chuckles at his drunken grin and they settle into a companionable conversation, even as they continue to watch the baseball game on the large TV above the bar. Jon finds himself more and more enamored with the beautiful red head. He can’t help but think on all the times he’s let opportunities pass him by, because he thinks rejection is inevitable.

But Alice certainly isn’t acting like most of the women he knows. She’s a bit reserved, but other than that, they’re getting along great. Ultimately, Jon decides that he’s got nothing to truly lose here. Fueled by the liquid courage that is the beer coursing through his body, the young man confides in Bart an hour later when Alice departs for a moment to use the lady’s room.

“I’m gonna fuck her Bart. But ya know, like a gentleman… gonna, gonna ask her to come home with me. You think I’ve got a shot?”

The grizzled old man stares at Jon in silence for a long moment.

“… Yeah, I think you’ve got a shot. But you should know she’s a beast, before you go any further.”

Jon, drunken as he is by this point, misses the true meaning of Bart’s words. He blows off the warning entirely, snorting derisively and scoffing a bit at the thought that he can’t handle a woman who’s wild in bed. He so can! He just hasn’t had many opportunities to try! Before their conversation can continue, Jon catches Alice out of the corner of his eye and grins roguishly as he slips off of his bar stool.

Even drunk, he manages to keep his swaying to a minimum as he meets Alice on her way back from the bathroom and abruptly takes one of her hands in his own. The red head stiffens up as he clasps the hand between both of his and looks into her eyes.

“Alice… I’ve really enjoyed spending time with you. How about… how about we blow this popsicle stand and head back to my place, what do ya say?”

Blinking dumbly, Alice’s eyes shift past Jon to Bart for a moment, and then she looks back to the young, drunken man, a blush rising in her cheeks. Of course, by this point the red head has had a bit much to drink as well. She grins happily and nods her head up and down.

“I’d like that Jon… I’d like that a lot.”

A goofy smile on his face, Jon lets Alice grab her jacket, even as he hands his keys to Bart, who just nods and hangs them up on a hook behind him, something unreadable in his eyes. The soused couple departs from the bar on foot, Jon’s car forgotten in the sparsely populated parking lot, and Alice’s car never having been there to begin with, not that he notices this anomaly.

Luckily, Jon lives fairly close by, within just a couple blocks. There’s more than one reason this bar is his favorite after all. The only reason he’d even driven his car to Bart’s in the first place was because his job was much farther away in distance, and Jon had had a double shift today. Still, Bart ran a damn tight ship. Jon’s car would be safe until morning when he walked back to collect it. Or maybe afternoon, depending on how bad his hangover was… and how good tonight went.

Alice’s hand in his own, Jon can’t help himself. He pulls the slightly shorter woman to his side as they walk, and wraps his arm around her waist, even as he sniffs at her hair in a rather aggressive, drunken manner.

“Mm, you smell nice.”

The red head giggles hesitantly, but Jon can’t see the deep blush on her face as they walk along, too busy sticking his nose in her crimson locks as he is. Soon enough, they’re at his place and while it takes a bit of fumbling with his keys to manage it, Jon eventually gets them both inside.

Almost immediately, Alice is on her knees in front of him, undoing his belt and pants. Jon ends up backed against a nearby wall to keep himself from falling over as his jeans fall to his ankles and his boxers are pulled down just enough to release his big, fat cock. He groans as Alice begins to go to town on it, her hands wrapping around the base of his member and her tongue and slips sliding all over the top.

“Mm, you’re rather large in size, aren’t you Jon? You wouldn’t happen to secretly be a werewolf, would you?”

That gets a derisive snort from Jon, even as he groans happily and places a hand in her red locks.

“Nah bitch, ‘m all hu-MAN, if ya know what I’m saying.”

He misses the way that Alice shudders at his slightly degrading ‘pet name’, but he certainly doesn’t miss the way she speeds up her efforts, bobbing her head up and down and taking as much of him into her mouth as she can, far more enthusiastically than any girl he’s ever had before.

“S-Shit, fuck you’re eager… god yes, I knew red heads were wild, but this is amazing…”

Alice is too focused on her efforts at this point to really pay attention to Jon’s drunken ramblings. One hand stays around the base of his cock, while the other slides down her front and begins to one-handedly undo her own belt and button and zipper. Soon enough, the red head is happily blowing Jon, even as she drives two fingers out of her soaking wet muff.

This only serves to make things even more pleasurable, as Jon feels the vibrations up his shaft from Alice’s moans of pleasure and arousal. He groans as his release rapidly approaches, his breath leaving him in pants even as he tightens his grip on her locks.

“G-Getting… getting close… fuck I want to paste your face white bitch.”

Almost immediately, Alice pulls her head back from his shaft. Her hand leaves her cunt and joins the one still on his cock as she rapidly jerks him off with her palms, one slick with her juices and the other rapidly becoming so as well. At the same time, the red head tilts her head back, opens her mouth, and sticks out her tongue. Jon stares down at her through bleary eyes, his own hand pulled from her hair by her movement and his arms just hanging at his sides as he ends up a willing participant in the hottest thing he’s ever seen.

His release arrives rapidly and his cum spurts out all over Alice’s face as she just shuts her eyes and takes it, every last drop landing somewhere on her features. Jon is panting even hard when he’s done, staring down at the delicious mess he’s made of a beautiful girl’s face. And when she pulls her hands from his cock and wipes some of his jizz from her eyes, she gives him the biggest grin and Jon can’t help but think he’s falling in love.

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Twenty minutes later, they’re in bed together, naked and cuddling. The window is open, and the true night is finally beginning even as Jon makes out with this strange, wondrous woman that he picked up at a bar of all places. Even as they kiss, Alice’s hand is on his cock, stroking it up and down as she slowly gets hm back to full mast.

But it’s fine if she touches him, because he’s certainly touching her as well. His own hands are on her tits, groping and kneading the sizable breasts that the red head is sporting. The two of them are covered in a thin sheen of sweat and they’re morning into each other’s mouths as they happily get closer and closer to being ready for round two.

Finally, Alice pulls back from him and pierces Jon with a lust-filled gaze. She nibbles at her lower lip before just blurting it out.

“I want you inside of me, Jon!”

Eyes wide, all Jon can really do in response is nod eagerly. Alice grins at the affirmative response and quickly pulls back even further, hopping up onto her hands and knees in a very familiar sexual position. Jon, still fairly plastered at this point, happily joins the beautiful red head by getting up on his own knees and taking up his place behind her. With her legs spread wide on either side of him, it’s not hard at all for Jon to direct his cock up into her from below, though she helps anyways, laying her head on the pillow in front of her as she reaches back and guides his length to her entrance.

As he slides into the tight, pulsing, cunt before him, Jon groans and moves his hands to Alice’s toned heart-shaped ass. She’s not just beautiful as fuck, she’s also extremely well-built, as he’s discovered this last hour while exploring her body. Even her pussy muscles are squeezing down on his cock tighter than any other cunt ever has.

Letting out a loud groan, Jon rears back and smacks Alice across her firm posterior, and while she cries out lewdly in response, he begins to thrust away inside of her delicious quim. It’s amazing, how hot and wet and ready for him she is. She’s as horny as he is, he knows that in an instant, and it only serves to turn Jon on even more.

His eyes lull shut, and his fingers dig all the deeper into Alice’s buttocks as he plows her from behind. Panting like a bitch in heat, Alice can only lower her head, resting on her forearms as she takes his powerful, domineering thrusts.

“F-Fuck Jon… you feel so good… so fucking good.”

Jon barely hears her, and he certainly doesn’t actually comprehend what she’s saying in that moment. The young man is too lost at this point, the alcohol, the pleasure, the tight fit of her clenching pussy around his cock. He’s completely oblivious to everything but the point where they’re joined. His entire world is zeroed in, narrowed to a pinpoint focus on his cock sliding into her pussy.

Perhaps that’s why he doesn’t notice when the full moon finally shines through his open bedroom window onto the bed where they’re fucking. He also doesn’t notice as Alice cries out for a different reason altogether and her body begins to rapidly morph into something very different as he continues to fuck her. In a very short time, the red head babe that Jon had picked up at the bar has shown her true form. That of a russet-colored werewolf, howling and whimpering beneath the human cock she’s currently taking up her cunt.

Jon’s fingers continue to dig into the now-furred ass in front of him, but Jon doesn’t notice the change. No, the drunken young human is far, far too entranced with the way her pussy is getting even tighter around his cock, to notice or pay attention to anything else. In and out, in and out his cock goes, and Jon is getting closer and closer to cumming as a result of just how amazing it feels to be buried deep inside of her.

“J-Jon… fuck Jon, you’re getting close, aren’t you? A-Are you going to cum inside of me? Despite everything? Oooh, if you do that, you’re sure to get me pregnant. A-Ah, are you sure you want to take t-that step? We’ve only just met…”

Alice’s mumbled words are more than loud enough for Jon to hear… but he doesn’t listen to them. As drunk as he is, he barely even processes that she’s speaking. Rather than react by slowing down or even pulling out, Jon’s thrusts grow faster and stronger by the second and Alice incorrectly takes this to mean he wants to knock her up.

“Ooh, so f-forward… a-alright Jon, but I’m having you take responsibility! Fuck me Jon! Cum inside of me, knock me up! Breed me like the bitch I am!”

As Alice gets more and more vocal, a combination of his big hard dick thrusting away inside of her almost methodically and her own slutty, lust-filled words sends the female werewolf right over the edge. She cries out as she climaxes around Jon’s pistoning cock. Her pussy juices flood along the length of his ever-moving member and her inner walls tighten up even harder than before. With a slurred shout, Jon cums right then and there as her orgasm milks him for his release.

The young man’s seed spills out of him even more explosively then when he came from the blowjob. His cum load from his second release is far more copious than the last and he fills Alice’s womb with white, hot, virile semen. Of course, it doesn’t truly matter because werewolves have a one hundred percent fertility rate when transformed, but there is a bit of prestige that comes from filling a female werewolf to the absolute brim like Jon’s just succeeded in doing.

Alice shudders beneath him as she realizes this, and the beautiful russet-furred werewolf feels all the more confident in her choice. When he pulls out of her, she spins around to face him, the biggest grin stretching across her muzzle.

It’s in this moment that Jon, even in his drunken, inebriated state of mind, begins to notice the fur and everything else. When the inhuman face of a werewolf stares at him, rather than the pretty red head that he initially brought home, Jon finally realizes what’s happened. His eyes go wide and his jaw drops open at the exact moment that Alice pulls him into a wet, sloppy kiss. Her muzzle parts and her head tilts to the side as she does her level best to shove her long, canine tongue right down his throat.

Her claws squeeze against his well-muscled arms and Jon is tense as the kiss continues. Luckily, it doesn’t look like Alice notices this. Instead, after giving him such a deep and memorable kiss, one that sobers him up quite thoroughly, the russet-colored werewolf flips positions with her human mate, laying him back on his bed easily with her enhanced strength, and lying down so that she’s between his legs.

He stares as Alice (because it has to be Alice, doesn’t it?) begins to lick and lap at his cock, cleaning him off even as she speaks in a giddy, happy tone.

“I’m so happy that I found a non-were guy who’s into fur Jon, you have no idea. All the male werewolves are these macho types with absolutely no self-control and no idea how to properly treat a woman. I knew from the beginning, back in the bar, that you were different. God, I’m so happy you decided to breed me. I can’t wait to grow heavy with your babies… mm, makes me wet just thinking about it~”

Jon can only stare as she continues to work at his cock. From the current angle at which she’s laying, he can actually see his cum leaking out from between her legs, his white, hot seed matting her russet-colored fur. He remembers hearing about how all werewolves immediately get pregnant in wolf-form, and Alice is most assuredly in her wolf-form right now, with his cum dribbling out of her at a rather impressive rate.

So yeah, she’s definitely pregnant… with his baby. Jon tries to wrap his mind around that, the fact that he’s just bred an actual fucking werewolf. It’s a little hard, pun intended, with the way she’s distracting him with her eager tongue. And as Jon focuses on that, as he looks at how energetic and excited and enthusiastic Alice is about all this, the young man has an epiphany of sorts.

He’d just been thinking earlier, about how Alice was different from any of the women he’d been around in his life. Now he knew why. It was because she wasn’t human. And in that moment, Jon realizes that Alice, perhaps all furry girls in general… are simply better lovers than human girls. At the very least, Alice seems eager, almost happy to please.

A chuckle escapes his throat, and Jon can’t help but reach down and scratch behind the cream-filled female werewolf’s ears as she continues to lavish attention on his softening cock. Though at this point, his member is still half hard, looking to be not entirely capable of fully softening with all of Alice’s hard work keeping him aroused.

With a grin on his face, Jon listens as a pleasure-filled sound leaves Alice’s throat from his casual stroking of her fur. A thought hits him, a memory from just a little earlier. He’d given her a pet name, one that was rather… degrading, ESPECIALLY given what exactly she was… and she’d liked it. Licking his lips, Jon opens his mouth and speaks in an affectionate tone.

“My lovely little bitch…”

A moan immediately leaves Alice’s mouth and her legs squirm together as her eyes flash up to meet his and she stares at him with a lust-filled gaze. Her tongue goes into overdrive and soon enough, Jon is growing big and hard and ready to go all over again. The young man grins, happy to go for round three. There’s only one thought on his mind as he pushes Alice down and spreads her legs wide, much to her vocal approval.

Furry girls are the BEST.