The First Date (Patreon)

In he middle of the gift story, a random werewolf story!

She felt the moment it happened.

Knowing what day it was, she left work early and paced in her small home located off of the curve of a cul-de-sac.  Her neighbors greeted her cheerfully, as they always did, with their Stepford Husband and Wife creepiness.  She'd smiled tremulously and waved back, not wanting to spoil relationships.  They were actually nice people after all.

A large, custom made calendar dominated the wall in her living room, opposite her television.  Whenever she brought someone back to her place, they almost always commented on it and most teased her, asking if she was a ship captain, a meteorologist, an astrologist, an astronomer, or other similar professions tied to the moon and its tides.

It wasn't just the full moon that did it. The new moon did as well and the days could vary slightly depending on the strength of the tides.  As part of her ritual, she tracked them religiously along with the phases of the moon throughout the year, jotting down notes if she noticed variances in an effort to crack the exact code that triggered her changes.

She was even learning simple programming so she could try to create a program to generate the calendar automatically.  The people at the local print shop knew her by name at this point, after a little over two years of having them print the graphic on their large scale plotter.

"Nnngh," Zoe groaned as she leaned over the back of her couch.  A second cramp, sharp as a knife, rippled through her belly.  She leaned over to rest her upper body on the upholstery with her arms stretched out.

Her ears buzzed.  A loud keening sounded within the depths of the delicate canals, preceded by an intense, painful itching sensation.  She growled, hating herself for the reflexive action that came so naturally to her these days, and rubbed the base of her palms into her ears in an attempt to make it pass.  It didn't help.  It never helped.  Vertigo struck her.  Her fingers clawed at the couch to hold her motionless body steady.

Before it could pass, fire burned through her nose.  Another growl as she rubbed her face into the fabric.  The clicking of her cartilage rubbing against her nasal bone was drowned out by the high pitched ringing still plaguing her ears.

Color drained from her pink lips in fading gradients until the nearly chalk white skin began to darken, first to ash and then charcoal.  Her philtrum followed suit, along with her nostrils and the skin just around the tip of her nose.

Specialized glands emerged in the lining of her nose.  She pulled her head back slightly and her tongue reached out as if to lick her nose.  To wet it.

"Stupid," she growled at herself while shaking her head.

Zoe swayed until her fingers gripped the couch harder.  The burning faded when the skin at the corners of her nostrils separated, lifting away to form slits that flexed when she exhaled.  The skin around the tip of her nose grew wrinkled before tightening into a pebbled texture.

Finally, the ringing stopped.  She bent her fingers to dig knuckles deep into her ears while inhaling as much as her lungs would allow and then exhaling.

She'd taken her trash out earlier that morning, as part of her routine before the changes began.  The smells returned anyway, as they always did, wafting to her nose as if they were visible currents.  Other streams joined from the kitchen.  From the bedroom.  The bathroom - the skin along the bridge of her nose crinkled as pink continued to fade to black. Her tongue reached up again, of its own accord, and nearly touched her nostrils.  A thin string of drool flung up to her cheek, forcing her to wipe it away.

Her hand relaxed and she sighed to see new holes punctured in the fabric.  It was a second hand couch that she would need to replace soon.  The holes were nothing compared to the long rips showing the cheap foam in the cushions and back.  She should've already replaced it, but it still worked and she was hard-headed, preferring instead to keep it until she could no longer relax on it.  As if she were holding onto her humanity.

Another cramp forced her to bend over once more.  And yet, those weren't the signals that warned her the changes had begun.

There was... an itch.  A glowing, warm itch centered deep within her guts that reached up between her breasts before ending in her throat.  It presented itself as if something were  opening within.  An old wound splitting.  She reached for the scars on her arms to scratch them while licking the tip of her black nose with her broad, spit-covered tongue.

The warmth radiated through her and the itch grew worse while the chasm opened wide, leaving her with a yearning, aching emptiness howling to be filled.

"Just a bitch in a heat," she said to the empty living room.

Chocolate flecks floated in her irises before melting into nothingness to leave brilliant gold behind.

The imagery was painfully sharp in her mind - a bitch in heat.  She couldn't stop herself from imagining it and, as if reading her thoughts, muscles clenched, forcing her chest down to the arm of the couch.  She snarled while raising her ass with her back bowed.  Presenting herself.  Her pussy clenched, glistening pink tightening and relaxing in a needy cycle.

"God damn you," she growled, forcing her muscles to relax in turn until she could stand once more.  She focused her anger on the beast that had infected her. She'd barely escaped, only surviving when her rapid transformation had given her the power she needed to run.

Or, at least, she liked to pretend had happened - that she escaped rather than seeking the creature out once she'd lost her mind.  She preferred to think that way despite having woken naked, covered in dirt and mud and twigs and other fluids with sore legs and an aching crotch.

It didn't help that whenever she had changed after that, she found herself waking the wilds.  Closer and closer to the national park where she'd been bitten.  As if she were trying to search for him again.  Worse, no windows or doors were broken so she assumed she was letting herself out while still capable of rational thought.  All without remembering it the day after.

"A slutty bitch in heat," she told herself when the memory of those months came back to her.  Her thighs rubbed together, compressing her swollen labia without her realizing what she was doing.

"NNNnrrrrrrrrgh," she growled, twisting her head before reaching back to touch her nape.  Silky soft hairs greeted her.  She rubbed the skin and new hairs pricked her fingers.  Fur, rather. The start of it.  She reached up to her hair to feel sweat just as drops slid down the skin between her breasts.  Her own body trying its best to cool her down.

Footsteps on the gravel lining the side of the path to her house. Her ears trembled.  The edges unwrapped, popping and flexing until they were flat.  She scratched them as she listened to the man take the steps up to the small porch surrounding her front door.  Her nose brought his faint scent, but even without that she guessed what the heavy tread meant anyway.

Zoe inhaled deeply with a low rumble while closing her eyes.

Daniel, she thought to herself.

Her own fault.  She'd found herself admiring him occasionally when their paths crossed in the neighborhood and he'd apparently noticed.  Worse, she accepted his invitation twice to cookouts hosted in their neighborhood.  What really killed her was that he was taking his time with her - talking to her and getting to know her without being pushy.  Like he was toying with her, but she knew it wasn't that.  There was no maliciousness about it.

His gentle nature ran opposite to the aggressive, cocky men she would occasionally bring him from the bar where she worked.  He was a salve, a balm to her self-destructive tendencies as her life slowly spun out of control.  It seemed impossible to avoid him, despite how much she tried.  He always seemed to just pop up randomly with an easy smile and she couldn't help but grin in return while butterflies swirled in her guts.

Like a damn infatuated schoolgirl, she told herself with her brow wrinkled and a frown pulling her lips down.

He was the type of man she gravitated towards before she'd been bitten.  Someone calm and chill and willing to spend the evening watching movies on the couch with occasional adventures on the weekend.  The type to cuddle with her in bed at night, gently kiss her shoulder and neck and ear until she was breathless and grinding back against his hard cock.  Arms folded around each other as they made slow, passionate love before collapsing together once more to pass out while entwined together.

Before.

When she'd realized her condition, she'd spiraled and the wolf had taken control.  She punished herself with rough sex only to find herself desiring it more and more until she was demanding her partners leave her with bruises and deep scratch marks.  All of which faded almost instantly.

It took too long to realize that what she thought as punishment was just coming to terms with who she was now.  With new urges and desires.

And those could be with anyone, even the kind of man she'd looked for in a mate-

She growled while mentally correcting herself.  In a partner.  The kind of man she always looked for in a partner rather than the series of one night stands she'd been cycling through.  She'd been afraid to make a long term connection before.  Now, she realized she craved one.

Despite what she told herself, she was stalking Daniel.  Putting herself in a position where one of them would be forced to ask the other out.  Showing her interest while he tried to work up the courage to talk to her and ask her out.

Fine blonde vellus hairs emerged from the backs of her lengthening ears.  She scratched at them again as they slid through her hair.

Zoe heard the creak of his last step.  Her ears twisted.  The thin flesh began to fill out as her ears finished growing to long, triangular points.

She hated that the transformation had begun to take its time with her consciousness.  Originally, she would lose herself ten minutes after the first twinge.  Now it could take hours before she blacked out, leaving her human enough to suffer through it, complete with memories of the worst of it.

Her sensitive ears heard him pause to take a deep breath, followed by the rasp of his jacket when he raised his arm to knock.  He always knocked instead of ringing her doorbell.

Her broad tongue lapped at her nose while her pure, golden eyes stared at the door.  The slits at the edge of her black nostrils flexed and she growled as she tasted his scent.

Hot, clear cum dribbled freely from her pussy, lubricating her muscular legs.  That was yet another new thing that started happening recently.  She'd gone from being soft to toned to fit to muscular over the past two years without lifting a single weight.  Even without a full or new moon in the sky, she was left with the body of an elite Olympic athlete.

Despite her powerful physique, her strength was far beyond what she should be capable of.  Careless moments left her with many broken faucets and door handles and computer mice, among other things.

She had to remember to allow herself to be manhandled when her partners tried to be rough with her - something she found herself enjoying more and more lately. Her painfully plain fetishes had been devoured by the need for primal sex full of wrestling and fighting until the need to be fucked outweighed everything else and she presented herself like the bitch she was or rode the guy hard enough to leave bruises on his legs while the bed groaned ominously from her rocking hips and ass.

"Go away," she whispered while clawing at her sides.  A dull ache bloomed within the tips of her fingers as her nails - cut every day with guillotine dog nail trimmers - began to lengthen.  Translucent keratin cracked to show dark layers beneath and she tore new holes in her pajamas while leaving red lines on the skin beneath.

Her nipples itched and she felt the reply of six needy little responses along the core of her body.  They all throbbed a half-second after the beat of her heart and she could feel the nipples themselves hardening without being touched - the skin tightening until their thick bumps showed beneath her plain t-shirt.

Another knock. She growled, flashing her black lips while licking her nose.  A single drop of blood curved over her bottom lip and down to her chin.  Zoe rubbed her cheekbones and they shifted at her touch.  Malleable as they expanded, forcing her smooth skin to tighten as her muzzle began to form.

A third knock.

She went to the door, cursing herself the whole way.  She didn't have to answer.  He always left after the third knock.  But, as the emptiness ached within and her labia rubbed against her thighs and the prickly fur emerging from her taut skin, she allowed herself to see him.  To give her something to think of when the heat became too much to ignore.

The three deadbolts cracked and the doorframe groaned when she unlocked them with careless strength.  She opened the door to barely a crack and her teeth bit painfully into her lips as she swallowed a moan when his scent flooded her nose.  In response, her back arched and her ass raised while the hinges creaked in the doorframe.

"H- hey," she said, her voice raspy and deep.  "Daniel."

"Zoe, hey, you, uh, you okay?"

"Yes," she said quickly.

Smoke.  Uncooked meat.  Drool formed at the corner of her mouth and the line of wispy fur spreading on her nape stood on end.  A barbeque, of course.  Her ears flexed to catch the shrill calls of children several blocks away and the murmur of people slowly gathering.

"Well, hey, I just wanted to personally see if you're coming to the cookout tonight?" he asked, staring through the thin gap she'd allowed for the door.  " I mean, if you're feeling okay?  I've really been enjoying-"

"I can't," she told him.  Her left hand clawed at the wall out of his sight, tearing plaster before the black nails lengthened further to gouge the stud beneath.  More damage for her to fix later.  She was getting quite good at DIY home repairs these days.  Hairs emerged from the webbing between her fingers.  "Bad time tonight."

"O- oh!  Oh, sorry, I get it, yeah," he told her while raising his hands.  "Do you need anything?  I'd be happy to run to the store if you need any-"

"God, no, stop, please," she gasped as his face showed cringing horror as he suddenly realized what he'd been offering to do.

Bones grated in her hips. She panted, hiding her face with her tongue bouncing against her chin.  Vertebrae formed like little seeds before sprouting and moving and pushing on things that left her whining until a tiny orgasm rippled through her and nearly dropped her to her knees.

Zoe pulled at the back of her pajamas, shoving the waistband away from the fur-stubbled mound of her growing tail.  The legs of her pajamas tightened around her and the waistband expanded as muscles multiplied beneath her skin.  She needed to strip soon or she would be buying yet another new pair of comfy sleeping clothes.

"Sorry," he said sheepishly.  "You've got my number, though and I'll be here in a heartbeat if you need anything, okay?"

He was too sweet for her.  She hated that.  She wanted it rough.  She wanted to hear the guy GROWLING in her ear, telling her she was a whore - that she was a bitch made to be mounted and fucked.  She always gave them the script.  As she was clawing at their clothes, she told them the words to use and she demanded they follow it.  She wanted a hand around her neck.  Arms wrapped her body, twisting and pulling her until she was on all fours.  A backhand against her cheek when she least expected it, pain mixing with the pleasure and driving the constant beast wild.  She wanted teeth in her shoulder and nails down her back.  All things she would've hated three years ago - things that would've turned her off and disgusted her before.  Before.

And here he was, this- this normal guy with a five o'clock shadow and kind eyes worried for her.

Before she could change her mind, she moved, pushing through the gap in the door to grab the back of his head with one hand and his ass with the other.  She pulled his head back to shove her wet nose into her neck, just beneath his jaw.  Her breath puffed with sharp, warm huffs as she drank of his scent.  And then, against her better judgment, she licked him, dragging her rough tongue over the beard covering his jaw.  Her lips touched his, tongue sliding past while she growled with need and pulled him against her to rub his crotch into her engorged clit.

Her jaw, longer than it should be, left gaps for her teeth and she could feel the strobbing dull pain that preceded her fangs growing in.  Skin split and she pulled away before she cut him or share her blood.

Back again behind the door before he even realized what happened or saw what she looked like.

She watched him raise a hand to his mouth, touching his lips.

Could even spit be enough to change him? she wondered and she was horrified to realize that a large part of her hoped it could.  Oh fuck, I fucking licked the poor man.  Jesus Christ, Zoe!  He probably thinks I'm a fucking freak.

"I like you," she told him with a rough growl.  She winced in actual physical pain as she spoke, all while her chastising thoughts echoed in her head.

The word escaped before she realized what she was saying.  He was soft and gentle.  He lived in an entirely different world than she did now.

And only now did she realize that her heart ached for him beyond the monstrous heat flooding her body.

"I- I hoped-" he started to say.

"Another day," she gasped, tearing at the seat of her pajamas to plunge a finger inside, scratching the sensitive, slick muscles with a long claw.  She deserved the pain, she told herself.  The door shuddered when she closed it. "Breakfast.  Tomorrow.  I have to go."

"O- okay!  I hope you feel better and, um, I- that kiss was nice," his voice faded nearly completely at the end, meant to be left unheard but her ears caught the soft hitch and crack and the emotions underneath and she grinded her lengthening, expanding fangs in anger that she couldn't be with him.  That her change was forcing her away.

And, still, despite her raging, she lowered herself and slid her knees back against the floor while raising her ass and lowering her head with her hand sliding beneath her pajamas.

Zoe huffed at the bottom of her door.  She twisted her short muzzle with her black nose pressed into the gap, taking in as much of Daniel's smell as she could while listening to him walking away.  Assembling every little detail the wolf could take to create a phantom of him.  Picturing him pushing the door open, kissing her deeply, cutting himself on her fangs before shoving her over the edge of the couch, undoing his belt and whipping her bare, furry ass with it until she howled for him to mount her and make her his bitch.

She came as she pictured it, one claw crooked up against her g-spot while her palm rubbed her exposed clit.  She grunted like an animal until the air wheezed through her corded neck.  Long solitary hairs stood out on her throat, emerging from the reddened, mottled flesh as she trembled from a powerful orgasm. More fur pierced the skin above her well defined trapezius muscles.  Creamy cum splattered against the floor while her ass bounced in the air.

Gasping, panting like a needy dog, she lay there on her forearms, shaking from the aftershocks while her tail popped and stretched against its surrounding skin to curl and wave behind her.

Her curved fangs grinded against each other when she closed her muzzle.  Blonde fur dusted her expanded cheekbones.

Zoe sat up and reached for her shirt but the already straining fabric tore down the back to show a line of sweat-soaked fur covering her spine.  She snarled and tore it with one hand before tossing it to the side.  More sand colored fur covered her belly three inches above her belly button and down to the thick curls of fur spreading over her mound.

She raised her hand to her mouth, groaning and grumbling as she licked her fingers and hand clean.  Her rough tongue lashed against the loose skin on her palm but fatty tissue began to fill the space, inflating her paw pads until they bulged away from her hand in a widened trefoil shape with segmented bumps along her fingers.

Her pajama bottoms tore when she stood, but she found she couldn't care about them.  She needed more.  The powerful orgasm she'd had was just the first appetizer before the main course and she needed more.

When she walked towards the bedroom, her toenails clicked against the ground, quietly at first but louder with every step as the dense nails gathered layers and darkened into claws that added more gouges to her floor.  She found herself lifting her heels as she walked - something she sometimes caught herself doing even when fully human.

Tendons stood out on the backs of her feet, pushing at the fur above.  Gaps of bare skin showed while her ears picked up the delicate crunch of bones.  Muscles grew, pulling on the tendons while calluses emerged on her toes and forefeet.  Her shortened tail swished behind her, tugging on her ass cheeks and lower back.

She missed it when human.  The only thing she missed (liar, a faint voice called out in the back of her mind) when human.  It was a strangely reassuring presence and its absence left her feeling like she was missing an arm.

The top of Zoe's head brushed the doorway to her bedroom.  When she'd first been infected, she would be long gone by now.  Fully mentally the Beast.  Now, she was saddled with it for at least an hour more, perhaps two.  Caught in the strange balance as if seeing through someone else's eyes and tugging on delayed puppet strings.

Her claws clicked against her phone when she grabbed it and set it down.  The rounded padding on her thumb tapped the screen.  She left it and padded over to the side of her bed, opening a drawer on the nightstand to carefully retrieve her dildo.  It was a new one - clear and larger than the last.

Not for the first time, her mind wandered and she wondered if tomorrow would be when she would have the nerves to order a specialized dildo in the shape of a werewolf's cock. Complete with a thick knot. She moaned and fell to the bed at the thought of it.  Pounding inside of her.  Daniel's cock knotting her while he licked her muzzle and-

Zoe snarled, spreading her legs while lifting her hips slightly.  Her breasts fell slightly to the side of her chest.  Curly, sweaty fur grew from her sternum and up around the curves of her breasts towards her aching nipples.

"Daniellllll," she growled while pushing the head of the dildo against her pussy lips.

They resisted for a moment and she sat up to see.

There between the cum-soaked fur covering her crotch was her glistening, engorged clit and her puffy, swollen outer labia.  Her thin, inner lips were fleshy.  Thicker than they should be, and longer.  She moaned and pushed, watching as the lips spread around the clear dildo.  Her tongue lapped against her nose. Bones continued to click in her jaw while her muzzle finished expanding but the pain was minimal and nothing at all compared to the burning heat melting her from within.

She pushed and pushed and pushed and imagined the base was Daniel's knot against her pussy lips.  And she watched as they changed.

Hairs shifted when flesh gathered around the base of her clit. She panted, drool dripping into the curls of fur between her breasts, and then whined when the lips slid out against the dildo.

She could feel it happening, as overly sensitive as she was at the moment.  As she almost always was but more heightened during the change.

Zoe watched the new flesh engulf her clit and she spasmed from the alien sensation.  She whined again when her clit was dragged down towards the dildo still inside of her.  Her soft inner lips bulged and rolled, gripping the dildo tightly as they continued to push away from her crotch.

The guiding flesh of her changing hood forced her clit inward and she snarled when it rubbed the dildo.

She pulled, watching her greedy new pink spade flare out around the dildo until it popped free with a long string of cum connecting briefly before collapsing to her thick, bushy tail where it was trapped on the bed beneath her.

The young woman moaned while sliding the dildo into her mouth and throat beyond, encircling it with her tongue as she pictured Daniel above her, groaning as he turned.  Her fur stood on end as she imagined his cock changing in her mouth.  She spread her knees while lifting her hips and then pulled the dildo back down to press it in the center of distended new lips.

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Zoe's lips parted at the center in a tiny 'o' as she watched the video on her phone. She sat with her back to the wall in a booth, facing the cafe's glass doors.  Her eyes flicked to the doors and then quickly around the mostly empty dining area.

She'd told herself she would wait but it proved impossible to keep the promise.  Her right hand held her phone angled horizontally on the table while her left hand kneaded the inside of her left thigh, dangerously close to her aching, wet pussy

Her hot breath exhaled sharply as she watched herself in the video.  As she watched her tight pink spade open to the tip of the clear dildo, pushing the thick fur aside.

A moan escaped her lips before rumbling to a growl.  Her finger touched the screen to rewind back to where she'd sucked on the dildo.  Watching.  Waiting.  Staring as the shewolf in the video lowered her arm once more.  She couldn't stop watching it.  Her tongue licked her lips and her brow creased while her fingers touched her labia, rubbing herself slowly as, on screen, the dildo spread her open.

It was the first time she'd recorded herself.  Before she'd started the video, she'd readied herself to be disgusted by what she saw.  Instead, she found herself drawn in by it. Enamored by how she looked. By her size and the barely restrained power.  By the sexuality on display - the naked feral hunger she saw in her own eyes.

The cheap stand on the back of her phone's case held the phone upright, allowing her to slip a hand beneath her loose shirt.

Her teats had remained when she woke the next day.  She'd panicked, of course, but soon put them out of her mind when she remembered that she'd asked Daniel for a date and an entirely new panic seized her.  She almost canceled until she remembered the taste of his lips and his scent. Her libido had reared its ugly head.  When she'd safely made her way home in pre-dawn light, she'd masturbated, showered, masturbated again, napped, masturbated, dressed, masturbated once more, stripped out of her soaked panties, masturbated a fifth time and then slipped into a second pair of panties before texting Daniel to ask her to meet for breakfast.

Now her fingers pinched the little teat and she bowed her head while snarling.  Pulling at it.  Imagining tongue and teeth toying with it while watching herself thrust the dildo back and forth to a silent, howling orgasm on screen.

Chimes jingled.  Zoe snatched her hand away, swiping the video from her phone while slamming it face down and wincing when she heard a faint crack from the display.  She looked up and smiled at Daniel and he waved at her with a goofy, happy smile of his own before turning to place an order at the counter.  Three empty wrappers, still heavy with the scent of sausage and egg and cheese, lay on the table in front of her with an unwrapped fourth waiting until Daniel arrived.  She lifted her cup of milky, sugar-laced coffee to take a large gulp.

"Hey, sorry," Daniel said before sitting across from her.  "You weren't waiting long, were you?"

"Not at all," she told him.  She could still feet that one teat, hardened due to her touch, rubbing against her shirt.

Zoe slid her phone to the side, out of sight.

"Did you hear the crazy news?  About the bear prowling the neighborhood?" he asked excitedly.

"Bear?" she asked and her voice was careful and devoid of emotion.

"Yeah!  John - one of my neighbors - called me to tell me first," Daniel told her. "He saw it lurking outside of my house.  I didn't believe him until I checked my cameras."

"And?  What did the cameras show?" Zoe asked evenly.  Despite her voice, her heart sped up and her hairs stood on end.

"Just this big dark shape. Massive thing that kept prowling around my house, but it seemed to stay out of the light.  Nobody had a good shot of it.  Can you imagine?!  A bear!  In our neighborhood!"

"That's crazy," she said, laughing without a hint of humor.  When she woke up that morning, she found herself in the bushes right next to Daniel's house.  Before, she would be miles away and close to the national park so it was both a relief and slightly terrifying to find that she'd not gone far.  Now she suspected she knew why.

"I know!  I was thinking of getting flood lights installed, but it might take a while."

"That's good," she said, pausing briefly before continuing. "I mean, that you're thinking of doing it.  I'm sure it's fine.  I doubt it would try to get into your house.  Probably."

"Yeah, you're right," he agreed and the conversation fell into a lull.

"This is a date, by the way," she told him bluntly.

"Oh," he said, widening his eyes while leaning back.  "I wasn't sure."

"I kissed you," she reminded him.

"R- right," he said, blushing and looking down while touching his chin where she'd licked him.  She groaned internally at the memory.  "It's just, sometimes it's hard to tell."

"Buddy," she laughed.  "If a girl kisses you, says she likes you and asks you to meet her for breakfast, it's a date."

"God, I- I know.  I'm so, uuugh," he laughed in return while rubbing his beard.

Zoe growled quietly while watching him.  Every little movement.

"I'm just rusty," he told her.  "It's been hard to make myself get out there after my divorce last year and my ex was pretty horri-, oh, shit, sorry!  Sorry.  I am not talking about my ex.  Sorry.  But, uh, I've just been trying to figure out how to ask you out.  My self-confidence took a hit back- uh, back then."

She stood and he watched her with confusion.  When she slid around the table to sit next to him, he blinked rapidly and then grew tense when she pressed her body against his while patting his thigh. Her thick nails dug into his leg for a brief second.

Mine, the thought whispered.

"I know," she told him.  "It was obvious.  I guess I wasn't sure if it's something I wanted."

"And, um, are you?  Sure, I mean.  Now?"

Her hand reached back out to his thigh once more and she stroked him while staring into his eyes.  Back and forth, higher and higher while the hackles rose on her nape and the blood pounded through her body.

"Yes," she said, roughly.

"I- oh," he said, freezing when she leaned in to rub her nose just beneath the edge of his jaw.  He felt her warm breath coursing over his neck and goosebumps rose in response.  Her lips, wet from her tongue, kissed him carefully while her nails dug into his leg and her knuckles brushed his cock.

Zoe inhaled deeply before sighing.  Her head raised slowly and her tongue licked his earlobe and the edge of his ear before her teeth nibbled the flesh.  She felt him tremble against her and his breathing quickened.  The hand gripping his thigh relaxed, only to take his own and guide it between her spread legs.  She'd worn tight black yoga pants in an attempt to hide how wet she would be - constantly on the days of her change.  And the days surrounding it.  And even the days of the crescent moon.  Now she rubbed his fingers over the large spot she'd made in the seat of the pants.

When she growled, his breath caught in his throat.

"I do want you, Daniel," she told him, her voice a low, rumbling animalistic snarl.

"Oh," he said again.

"Now," she clarified.  "I'm going to the bathroom and I hope you'll follow me in.  Just give it a moment and come in."

"I d- d- didn't- didn't bring a condom," he told her.

"Good," she growled, biting his ear again.  Daniel moaned in response and she pressed his fingers harder into the nub of her clit.  "But if you follow me in, you're mine.  Exclusive now, the both of us."

"Yes," he said, quickly.

Zoe stood away from the table.  Her loose, sleeveless shirt swirled away from her, briefly showing a thin line of fur in the center of her midriff and pink teats on the sides.  She wore it purposefully.  Flaunting her changed body to thrill herself with the idea of being caught.

The bathroom was spotless with a heavy scent of floral cleaners.  She entered, closed the door and waited.

The old Zoe would never, not in a million years, do this.  She would never have been as aggressive or bold in the first place, demanding the date.  Claiming him.  None of it.  The beast had devoured her shyness months after her first change and she'd barely noticed it.  Now it felt natural to her.

She would tame him.  Guide him.

Change him, she told herself.  It was a fantasy, of course.  A constant one.  Finding a man open to the idea of joining her.  A wildly erotic fantasy that dominated her masturbation sessions and even invaded her thoughts during sex.

She heard him coming.  Recognized the cadence of his steps along with his scent.  She smiled when he opened the door and closed it quickly behind him. The lock clicked loudly in place.

Her hands worked deftly at his pants while she kissed him, pressing him against the wall, tongues twisting while his hands clawed at her back.  He started to raise her shirt, but she took his hands away.

"No time," she lied, barely remembering her teats as her heat began to rise.

Zoe moaned at the sight of his cock and she gripped him while stroking him slowly.  Her teeth bit carefully into his shoulder.  She turned, unable to hold back any longer. Thumbs in the waist of her pants, sliding the taut fabric over her smooth, thick ass cheeks.  Sculpted as if she spent hours every day in the gym rather than relaxing on her couch with barely cooked steak and the latest cheesy rom-com on her television.

A fine line of hairs were visible beneath the back of her shirt, centered over her spine where they grew down and around her asshole before surrounding her pussy lips.  Strings of clear cum latched onto her panties and pants, connecting to the crotch.

With a low growl, she shoved back into him, grinding against his cock where she trapped it on his belly.  Marking him with her juices.  Bending lower until her palms touched the opposite wall, arching her back with her ass up.

"Fuck me," she told him, staring sharply over her shoulder.

"Fuck me like a dog," she growled.

He gripped her ass, spreading one cheek while guiding his cock into her.  Once it touched her lips, he swiped it up and down, coating it before pressing into her.  He hissed and she growled again, grinding her teeth while clenching against him.

"Like a dog," she repeated, bowing her head to let her hair fall over her face. Her short tongue dangled out and she panted as she pushed back.

"Holy- holy shit, you're so tight, Zoe, shit," he groaned as he bottomed out.  "I'm serious. I've never- fuck!  Don't push back. Go slow.  I- I haven't had- I haven't been with a woman in over a year."

It took every ounce of willpower for her not to force him to orgasm.  She desperately wanted to rock her hips into him until she felt his thick, warm cum filling her.  Her temples pounded.

Zoe reached up to tap her shoulder, near the curve of her neck.

"Here," she gasped while sliding forward and then arching her back, flexing down to push back into him.  "Bite me here.  Bite me here."

He leaned forward and she took his hand away from her stomach when he accidentally brushed her teats.  Instead, she placed it on her breast and then moaned, deeply, roughly, when his teeth touched her skin.

"Harder," she gasped, shoving back into him. She was already close. Her own clear juices dripped steadily to the floor while more splattered back against his crotch.

He obliged, biting into her tendons and she growled.

"Harrrrrderrrrr," she snarled at him.

Flesh crunched lightly between his teeth.  Zoe's eyes widened and she raised her shirt, baring her teats while biting on the rolled up fabric.  Her howl was muffled until it sounded like a screaming moan while her unusually sharp canines tore holes in the fabric.

Daniel came shortly after she did.

"God!" he cried out when her pussy began clenching against him.

He leaned into her, pressing his forehead into her shoulder as his cock pulsed, swelling and spurting within.

"S-sorry.  Sorry," he gasped as he continued to unload inside of her.

"Noooo don't be," Zoe told him, dropping the drool-covered shirt from her mouth.  She growled and rocked her hips while squeezing his cock to milk every last drop of it.

When there was no more, she turned her head to kiss his temple before giving him a quick lick.  Finally, she turned to fully face him and kiss him properly.  Deeply.  Passionately.  And then stepping back.

"Oh- oh man, I'm sorry, it's leaking out of you," he told her.  "I'll grab a towel and-"

"Leave it," she snarled while pulling up her panties and pants.  "I want your scent on me.  I want to feel your cum covering my legs.  I want-"

He surprised her by kissing her hard, but she melted into it before breaking apart and kneeling.

Zoe stared up into Daniel's eyes as she slowly, slowly licked him clean, growling and groaning and moaning as she kneaded his ass and only used her mouth and tongue, greedily swallowing every drop of their cum until she briefly sucked the head past her lips and down, taking all of it in one motion.  When she pulled off of him, she wiped her lips with the back of her hand before licking that clean.

"Let's get our food to go," she told him as she stood and stroked his cock.  "We need to get your stamina up."

"Sorry again, I really- mmph!" she interrupted him by kissing him and squeezing his cock in her hand.

"Stop apologizing," she said when she finished.  "There's time.  Plenty of time.  I'm happy to help. And you can use your mouth and fingers when you can't get hard again."

He left first.  Her eyelids fluttered as she breathed in their scent, inhaling as deeply as she could before exhaling with a growl.  And again.  And again.  She wasn't sure how she would hide her teats.  It was becoming harder and harder to care as the beast howled within and whined for more.

When she trusted herself to move, she walked out to find Daniel waiting for her with two bags and a shy, bright smile.  A strange, wild urge filled her.  She had a brief mental image of herself as a massive four legged wolf, standing over him protectively, growling at unseen dangers.  It was an entirely new sensation and incredibly powerful. She missed a step while blinking rapidly before smiling at Daniel in return.  He followed as she took his hand and she puzzled over the strange urge until finally deciding that the wolf wanted him as much as she did.

Something in him called to her as well.

There were hours left until she would change again.  Hours for her to enjoy his company as herself and ignore the needs of the wolf within.

Days and months and perhaps years to plan how to introduce him to her other life.