Micro Werewolf "Story" (Patreon)

Still working on the Beauty and the Beast story - should be out next week.  In the meantime, here's a quick little bite sized piece of werewolf smut!

A week until the first day of the full moon and she has to go out or go stir crazy.  Getting ready takes effort.  Filing her claws.  Snarling when they tear through emery boards, forcing her to find the heavy duty metal file in her garage. Just to make them manageable while hoping nobody notices the dark curves bulging on the tips of her fingers.  She'd given up on dog nail trimmers after breaking three of them.

Pulling her long, dirty blonde hair from her neck to run the clippers over the tuft of fur on her nape.  Following it up with her razor.  Cutting herself and watching it heal before it could blood. Fine blonde fur grows slowly from the back of her neck when she settles her hair in place.  Shaking the thick strands with her hands until her slightly pointed ears are hidden.  Turning left, right, left to see if they're noticeable and sighing when they peek through.

Flashing her short fangs.  Smiling broadly.  Frowning.  Biting her lip.  Snarling.  Growling.  Lips trembling as she claws the counter in frustration, scoring the laminate.  They're too noticeable.  Even with her mouth closed, her lips show four bumps from her curving fangs.  Looking up at her reflection with hazel eyes, shot through with golden lines.  Licking her lips.  Staring at the wider, rounded tip of her tongue.  Watching as it flicks out to swipe her nostrils without conscious effort.  Growling again.

The Beast exerts its influence.

Standing tall.  Staring at her chest.  At the bumps pressing against her t-shirt.  Licking her lips again.  Raising an arm covered in blonde hairs from her fingers to her wrist and up to her shoulder.  Touching a teat.  Shivering.  Circling it with her fingertip.  The near constant heat billows and she whines as the little nipple hardens slowly.  Raising her shirt to see a streak of fur grown up from the tangled curls covering her lower belly, bisecting her stomach and teats.  Moaning with a low, snarling growl.

Running her hand down the silky fur on her muscular stomach. The thin calluses that cover her palm and the bottom of her fingers drag against the dense hair. Staring.  Between her thighs. Head bowed.  Panting now.  Tongue bouncing against her bottom canines.  Her pale blue pajamas show a dark line between the bulging, visible shape of her distended, folded pussy lips.  The wetness spreads as her heat grows.

The inch-long stub of her tail twists behind her as she inhales her scent.  Her need.  Getting worse.

She slides her hand beneath her pajamas.  Beneath her panties.  Howling with a thin, reedy human voice when she rubs the flesh covering her clit. Her other hand goes to a teat. Pinching.  Pulling as she fingers herself. Trying to picture a man above her, with her on her back but it's wrong.  She goes to her knees on the hard floor. Hand away from her teat to touch the ground.  Raising her ass. Plunging fingers deep into her sopping pussy as the mental image changes.

A man. Pounding into her doggy-style. Snarling as he transforms. Spreading her open painfully wide when his knot inflates.  Harder and harder.  Teeth in her shoulder.  Infecting her.  Passing the curse.  She cums, forcing her fingers free from her clenching pussy. Her howl is true and pure.  It's not enough.

She can't stand another full moon without a mate.  Her tongue folds between her fingers as she cleans herself off.  Tongue lapping against the wiry hairs growing from the webbing and along the thin padding on her palm.  Already planning.  Plotting to find someone to share her gift.  To give her what she's been missing since that one night stand during the full moon.

As she imagines it - riding someone while fur spreads over her body - her finger slides down her stomach once more and she raises her ass with the stub of her tail curled above her.