To Run, To Hunt... Ch. 03 (Patreon)
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The last of the 3 chapters! I hope y'all enjoy the conclusion :)
"No, no, I haven't. It's hard to find the time, mom," Wendy whispered from her cubicle.
Rosa cocked her head with her eyes closed. She sat at the front desk with her ears straining in an attempt to rotate toward the sound of Wendy talking.
Her ears were trying to focus on Wendy and it was driving Rosa up the wall. They twitched beneath their "jail" in a valiant attempt to turn towards the other woman. Rosa growled and scratched at them before making sure they were tucked away once more. Only a few patches of skin showed at the very tops of her ears. Fur - it was too thick to be hair now - nearly covered the tips. Black fur, not brown like her hair.
"-hurts to walk," Wendy continued.
"Goddamn it," Rosa growled. Her eyes narrowed once she processed her co-worker's words. With her blessing, the new muscles in the base of her ears flexed.
"And what if it hurts too much and I can't walk back?" Wendy said. "I don't want to be stuck outside. No. No, I don't like the gym. There's too many people and it's all weird. It's a weird atmosphere. When I'm done paying more on the surgery, I'll see if I can get a treadmill. No. Mom, no, it won't be too late by then. I'm- I'm sure it'll be fine. Oh! I- I finally got the courage to talk to that one coworker I mentioned. Rem- Yes, her. She's so cool and she told me how she's donating to an animal sanctuary. I'm going to find out which one and send a little money when I can. It's for wolves. No. I- I don't think they let you pet them. No. Mom. Mom. No, they're wolves. You don't get to pet- Oh! My manager's coming. Love you!"
Rosa frowned while scratching at her stomach. An emotion swirled within her. Possibly more than one. Her brow creased as she poked and prodded at how she felt. When Wendy's brilliant smile showed in her memories, she sighed and closed her eyes.
And kept it in her mind.
Slowly, the tension in her muscles released and her exhaled breath rumbled until she almost smiled in return.
The ringing phone shattered the moment, bringing her back to reality.
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Hairs raised on Wendy's nape. The air stirred and the skin prickled on the back of her neck and down between her shoulder blades. Ancient instincts screamed at her to pay attention, that there was danger nearby. She turned and nearly screamed when she saw Rosa standing barely two feet away from her, just behind her cubicle wall.
"Oh! You startled me, Rosa!" Wendy squeaked. "You're so quiet!"
"Hey, Rosa, those cookies were great!" John added from his cubicles.
"You weren't even supposed to have any, John," Rosa emphasized his name while turning to glare at him.
"Well. Well, Wendy said I could," John grumbled while shuffling papers in an attempt to show how busy he was suddenly. Busy and definitely unapproachable. Certainly not a shield to keep angry people away from his desk.
"Do you want to go for a walk?" Rosa asked Wendy. "I need to stretch my legs and I could use some non-cookie stealing company."
"She said I could," John muttered.
"I'm not sure," Wendy said. "I- I don't think I'd be able to go too far."
"That's fine since I only have ten minutes," Rosa lied. "It gets boring walking alone."
"J- just ten minutes? Okay," Wendy said. "If you don't mind me walking slowly."
"Perfect," Rosa replied.
After locking her computer, Wendy stood and shuffled next to Rosa. The sound was instantly irritating, but Rosa did her best to ignore it while reminding herself of the reason for it.
The outside air, while filled with chemicals, was still more fresh than the stale, recycled air inside the building and Rosa inhaled with a rough, happy growl.
"Lead the way," Rosa told her co-worker.
Wendy glanced around the parking lot before settling on a direction. She moved slowly, but, again, Rosa forced herself to slow down despite the urge to run. Her golden eyes swept around the area while her ears drew in the sounds, alert for any dangers.
"How is the animal sanctuary?" Wendy asked after they reached the sidewalk.
"Good," Rosa told her. "I got a video last night from the wolf I sponsor. Nikita."
"They send you videos?" Wendy asked excitedly.
"Well. Only if you pay enough."
"That's so cool," Wendy sighed. "And such a beautiful name."
They talked as slowly as they walked with the seconds stretching between their conversation. Wendy led, asking about the sanctuary since it was a safe topic. When she needed a short break from their walk, Rosa went on alert in sentry mode. They both agreed to return after seven minutes.
Rosa could hear the woman's labored breathing with hints of pained groans mixed in. They slowed two blocks away from their office building and then stopped.
"I. I can't," Wendy said quietly. "Rosa, I'm sorry, I can't. It- it really hurts. You- you go back and I'll wait here until- oh!"
Rosa wrapped her arm around Wendy's body, just beneath the woman's small breasts. She could lift her entirely with the one arm, she knew, just from a quick test.
Wendy's face burned brightly. She tried to adjust herself. As if she could compress herself into a small ball of blushing shame.
"You- you- you don't have t- to, Rosa, you- I-" Wendy squirmed against the larger woman.
"It's alright," Rosa told her. Her voice was uncharacteristically soft and Wendy pressed against her briefly.
The rest of their walk was completed in silence. Once inside the building, Rosa helped Wendy sit in one of the chairs reserved for guests. Wendy stuttered out a thank you while fidgeting with her hands in her lap.
That evening, Rosa stood within her apartment with shorts pulled tight against her body. She wore an oversized tank top with a sports bra beneath.
At the door, she stared at her feet. Her black toenails curved down to dig into the floor, clicking quietly with every step. She swept her feet back and forth and the thin padding covering her toes and forefeet whisked against the floor. She'd already gone up two sizes for her work shoes but hadn't been able to afford larger running shoes.
And so, she walked out barefooted. The wind rustled her shirt and she growled happily.
Her trapezius and latissimus dorsi muscles flexed, showing a deep groove that bulged near her ass with segmented bumps for her tail. She raced down the steps, anxious to be out of sight. The young woman was a blur on the field until she slowed briefly at the entrance to the forest. Hidden behind trees with her ears and nose telling her nobody else was nearby, she ran, leaping over logs while twisting to slip between the gaps between trees.
She lost herself to it. The wolf rose to the surface, guiding her while she took a step back. Even when she sliced her shirt away and tore her bra, she continued to sit back and enjoy the moment. It was Rosa, not the wolf, that gripped her shorts and pulled, ripping them from her hips.
The wind caressed the hairs covering her nude body as she ran and tracked and, finally, howled as the sun slowly began to set. Crouching down on all fours with her head raised to the distant moon, she cried out, releasing the tension from the day. She followed this up by falling to the dirt to roll around, covering her scent before running again. As night fell, her heat rose and she growled as she leaned against a tree to masturbate in the wild.
It was near 9 pm when Rosa, freshly showered, sat before the computer in her bedroom. Her stream was tagged and set up once more. Anxiety filled her, but she remembered how Wendy had pushed herself and she was still riding the high from her time in the forest.
Her finger clicked the mouse and the stream began.
"Uh. Hey. I'm... Luna," Rosa said before wincing. She cursed herself for not taking the time to come up with a better name. "I'm just introducing myself today since this is my first stream."
There were no watchers, but the stream would be archived for others to watch later. She'd been tempted to use her real name. There was no family left to be scandalized by what she was doing. She'd already done reverse image searches on some of her pictures to make sure there was no way to find her. There was nothing. It was just her.
"So, I'm a werewolf," she continued. "And, um, I'm gonna, um, just kinda, show off my changes."
She took a deep breath while glancing at the channel. Still nothing.
Okay, I can do this, she told herself.
"Well, not quite a werewolf," she amended. "I don't change during the full moon. I'm just slowly changing. It's been about 15 weeks since it started."
Still no watchers and that allowed her to relax.
"My eyes are gold," she said while leaning into the camera briefly. "Not pure gold but they used to be plain dark brown. They shine in the light. And, here, my teeth - my canines are sharper. But, the biggest thing right now is my ears."
She took off the beanie she wore and reached up to slide her fingers through her hair. Her ears twitched away from her touch. They were covered in black fur around the tips that lightened to brown as they spread down to cover the top halves of both ears.
"They move a little sometimes and I have really good hearing," she said. She knew she sounded matter-of-fact and monotonous, but she couldn't help it. "Oh, and you probably saw my nails. See, here, they're way thicker with a big hump in the middle and they come out to long points. All black. Even if I scratch them. It's not nail polish."
A quiet ping announced someone joining her stream. She swallowed and stared and growled.
"Um. Um. And. Um," she stuttered as sweat broke out over her skin. "Uh. My tongue. Shee? Ish longer and wider than it should be. And I- oh,"
Rosa frowned. Unseen to her, the watcher typed out: What is this shit?
She leaned forward further and turned her head one way and then the other with her eyes tracking her face on the screen. The tip of her nose was pulled back slightly and the faint black lines were stronger. And cracked, creating the hint of dark, hexagonal outlines around the front of her nose and nostrils. It was either a new change that happened during the day or she'd somehow missed it during her morning check.
Another watcher joined in and the first left.
"Okay," she said quickly. "That's all for today. Thanks for joining in!"
She killed the stream and sat back. Her arm shot out to grab a pillow to cover her face and she rolled back and forth while growling.
"You suck, Rosa," she sighed when finally pulling the pillow away.
Two days later, Rosa hovered around Wendy's desk yet again.
"Walk?" she said simply and Wendy gasped at the word and Rosa's sudden, stealthy approach.
"You know," John said. "I was talking with Joanne and she said a company walking team sounds like a wonderful idea. All of us out there together, bonding-"
"It sucks, John," Rosa growled. "This is just for me and Wendy. I'm not joining your dumb walking club."
"I just thought maybe-" John replied.
"I didn't think you'd want to go with me again," Wendy said quietly.
"-we could all get-" John stubbornly continued.
"Why not? I said it gets boring out there by myself," Rosa told her.
"You know, it wouldn't be boring if we all-" John said, switching gears while standing at his cubicle wall, next to the two women.
"But, I- And you-" Wendy tried to say. She hunched over her desk, avoiding Rosa's eyes.
"I feel like neither of you are listening to me," John said petulantly.
The sound of groaning metal and cracking, breaking plastic made John cringe while Wendy shrank further into herself. The partition crunched beneath Rosa's grip on the short wall.
"John," Rosa said with a wild smile and feral eyes. Her voice was rough. Growly. A faint whimper escaped John's lips and he very nearly lost control of his bladder. Wendy, in turn, glanced up at Rosa's face while lifting a single finger to the side of her mouth with her lips parted. "Shut. The fuck. Up. What gives you the right to intrude on our conversation?"
"You- you- you can't talk to me like- like that," he sputtered while falling back into his chair. "I'll- I'll go talk to HR."
"Do it," Rosa snarled with trembling lips and her pupils dilated. Hungry for the challenge. For the excuse she needed. Wanted. The partition bent forward as she leaned towards him with her short fangs showing. Her voice was low and dangerous. "Be a little bitch. If you can't bully two women in the office, why not run to HR. To management. Fucking do it, John. I'll-"
"Rosa," Wendy said urgently while Rosa spoke. "Rosa. Hey, Rosa, it's okay."
It took Wendy's touch to calm Rosa. Her hackles were raised - bristly hairs of her developing undercoat standing on end as she leaned against the groaning cubicle wall. Rosa huffed loudly while blinking rapidly. She turned to Wendy's soft touch and inhaled the woman's scent while her pupils relaxed.
The faint scent of urine made Rosa's nose wrinkle in distaste.
"Let's go for that walk," Wendy said softly.
"Yeah," Rosa answered while she continued to stare at John. She finally looked away when Wendy touched her arm and pulled gently. "Yeah."
"Are you okay?" Wendy asked when they were outside.
"Yeah," Rosa's voice was hoarse. She could still feel the adrenaline spiking through her body alongside the barely restrained rage that had filled her. Wendy's presence was calming, an anchor to bring her back down. "Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry. The guy just always gets on my nerves."
'Me- me, too," Wendy admitted. She shuffled slowly next to Rosa while Rosa scented the air and glanced around. "Everything's always about him. If- if I talk about something, he'll just try to one-up me. And- and he'll listen in on my conversations and- and try to give me advice. Even if it's a personal call. Or work. He's- he's not my boss. He's just a co-worker. He's the worst."
"Yeah, he's also fucking suck," Rosa growled.
"Y- yeah. Yeah. He- he sucks," Wendy said with a tiny smile and a glance stolen at Rosa. "He- he fucking sucks."
Rosa looked down at Wendy with a raised eyebrow and a toothy smile. "Wendy!"
"S- sorry," Wendy said with red on her cheeks once more.
"No, I think that was perfect," Rosa told her.
Their conversation turned to gossip, sharing who they liked and didn't like until Rosa added what Mr. Steadler had done to her over the years. Wendy was indignant and then angry, the first time Rosa had seen her that way. She begged Rosa to talk to HR, to file a complaint or do anything and she added in her own rare curse word at the man.
Close to the office, Rosa once more wrapped her arm around her co-worker while Wendy continued to rant about the president. Rosa turned to breathe in the woman's scent with her eyes closed.
The skin parted at the corners of her nostrils - tiny little slits that weren't yet deep enough to separate the flesh.
Ignoring the medicinal smell coming from her, Wendy exuded a soft, warm scent. Floral smells, none of which were overpowering, combined with an exciting, muted aroma that made the back of Rosa's throat rumble.
When they made it back to the office, Wendy leaned against the front desk for a moment before continuing back to her desk - but not before thanking Rosa for keeping her company on the walk.
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Three people watched her stream. And, just before she began to talk, she received her first donation: one dollar.
It was barely anything, but it was something.
"H- hello," she said to the viewers.
Anxiety fluttered within her. However, she felt the edges of the heat within as well. People were watching. Watching her. Seeing her changes.
"Today, I thought we would show off my arms and legs," she continued. "I know I started to show my nails last time, so I'll start there again this time."
Rosa raised her hands in front of the camera, turning them front and back. Brown hairs stood out on the backs of her hands with a few in between her fingers and along her palms.
Where did you learn to do VFX? the watcher who tipped asked. They added an extra dollar and Rosa felt her stomach flutter.
"N- no, this is all real," she said. The stuttering felt strange to her. She's always been somewhat confident and the changes had only increased this due to the wolf's nature and the power she felt within her body. "Um. See. They're incredibly thick and they've grown out to sharp points. I used to cut them before I noticed what happened but I broke my nail trimmer. For a while, I used dog nail clippers and then a grinder but that was before I knew what was happening to me. They always grew back. Faster and faster and always to sharper points."
She took out an empty can of cheap, generic soda to set before her crossed legs.
"And they're deeper now," she added. "They go down beneath the skin. My fingertips are a little more swollen because of it. Like the claws are locked in place."
Rosa raised the can to the camera. "Watch."
From two inches away, she struck her claws into the can and pulled, shredding the aluminum with ease to leave three jagged claw marks behind.
"I'm way, way stronger now, too," she added.
What did you make the can out of? the earlier person asked before tipping. A second watcher tipped and two more people joined.
"No, it's- it's a normal can," she said. "Um, anyway, I'm also growing a paw print. Like, padding, on my palms. You can see the callus here and it's thicker on my fingers."
She spent the rest of the evening showing off her changes on her arms and she received several one dollar donations until she reached her feet. The donations were larger then, with more questions and requests for closeups rolling in.
By the time she was done, she'd made more in an hour than she had all day at work. At least after taxes.
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A little over two weeks later, Rosa stared at herself in the bathroom mirror at her work. The rounded tip of her nose was blunt and the skin was slightly raised. And darker.
Worse, there were a few hairs on her cheeks around the base of her ears.
As if that wasn't enough, her jaw ached. It was subtle and it came and went with hours between and the throbbing pain only lasted a few minutes but she felt warmth beneath the surface and she was sure she knew what it meant.
Her phone buzzed. It was a newer model without a cracked screen - something she had splurged on from the donations she received from her stream.
She glanced at it to see a message from Wendy saying she was ready for their walk. They'd increased it to fifteen minutes now and Wendy was able to do the whole thing without needing help.
They'd exchanged numbers recently since their schedules varied. It made it easier to know when she was ready to go. Rosa grinned at the message and her thumb rubbed Wendy's profile picture.
Despite also being able to buy a new pair of cheap shoes to fit her still expanding feet, she could feel the bones occasionally grinding together and she yearned to be free of them. Her claws - too long to be nails now - scratched against the medical tape she'd layered over the inside of the shoe's toe box.
"You, a farmer?" Rosa asked midway through their walk.
"Is that weird?" Wendy asked in return. "I- I like to garden. And I love animals. I just thought, maybe- maybe it would be nice to have a farm. Oh, but nothing big. Small. A few little plots for vegetables and fruits. Maybe a fruit tree. And a cute little goat or two. And-"
Rosa watched the other woman as she talked of her dreams. Her smile had returned - the one she'd shown when she'd learned Rosa donated to a wolf sanctuary. It was bold and genuine and it made her look completely different. It also made Rosa's heart speed up. Just a little.
She'd had a girlfriend in college for a year. A senior girl, feisty and petite. Black hair rather than red. The other girl, Emily, had asked her out. She'd said no at first because she only liked men. .... right?
A week later, unable to get her classmate's face out of her thoughts, she'd gone back to her and said yes. Emily was patient with her while they dated, helping Rosa work through her doubts without being too pushy. When the girl had accepted a job overseas, Rosa had been inconsolable. She'd never tried dating a woman again.
So, what is it about Wendy? she asked herself while Wendy detailed the exact kind of house she would live in - a blend of modernity with natural touches, before she moved on to what she'd been reading lately regarding different plants. She's nothing like Emily.
The thought puzzled her the rest of the afternoon.
That evening, forty people watched her stream. The comments were difficult to track lately. They were mostly people that believed she was a genius at visual effects while others were living out their fantasies through her - not caring if they were real or not. A few trolls always joined in to argue with her watchers and make rude comments, but she learned to ignore them even if her fans didn't always do the same.
She sat back in her bra and panties while comments streamed by - quite a lot of them were different variations of "SHOW US YOUR TITS" or various juvenile remarks about her pussy. Donations of different amounts caused her computer to chirp between the comments and the view count slowly increased.
Rosa stroked the hairs on her belly. They were thicker now, on the cusp of being more than "hair."
The heat was there. Part of her knew it was a mistake to stream while feeling it. The other part of her was excited by it. It was daily now. Sometimes more than once a day. A thin wet spot showed in the white panties she wore - panties overwhelmed by curly brown hairs.
"I realized something today," she told her viewers. She'd learned that, while engagement was important, sometimes it was good to just talk and show. To tease.
"See here?" she asked while parting the long hairs on her belly with her left hand. Her right hand the camera - a newer one she bought recently - closer to her body.
Muscle mommy 😍, wrote one user.
Crush me with your thiiiighssssss 🤤, another added.
Other comments rolled in as her hardened abdominal muscles flexed. She ignored all of them. They seemed to like it - as if it were a show of dominance.
"This shorter, wiry hair?" she continued. "It's itchy and it's growing over me lately. I noticed it a few days ago. I think it's my undercoat. It doesn't grow very long at all and it's stiffer. Darker."
She clawed through it, staring at the contrast in hairs. Her voice dropped lower. "Feels good to touch it. Wish you could be here. Stroking it."
Donations poured in. They'd loved when she did that and she enjoyed the thought as well, but Wendy was in her mind. Beside her. Caressing her. The idea of her doing that in front of her viewers made Rosa growl and her back spasmed briefly, causing her stomach to bow upward.
"Scratching me," she moaned while panting. Her claws trailed up towards her breasts. "It's even here, between my tits. So fucking itchy. I rub myself on things sometimes. Like a fucking animal. Growling and grunting to ease the itch."
Her claw toyed with her bra. They were completely covered in hairs now with the undercoat growing between them but not over their soft surfaces. She pulled the cup of her bra until her areola showed along with the hint of her nipple.
It was the closest she'd come to showing nudity. Chills ran down her spine. She set the camera on the desk so it looked down her body - at the wide wet spot on the crotch of her panties and the bulge of her throbbing, hooded clit. It was pressed down, covered and curving towards her pussy lips.
She forgot the stream as she caressed herself, clawing her fur, massaging her tits. Pinching her nipples through her bra.
It was Wendy beside her in her fantasy. Sucking on her nipple while her delicate hands played with her fur. The imagined woman was scratching the endless itch that permeated Rosa's entire body. Rosa's tongue lapped up at her black nostrils, wetting them. She found herself turning her head away from people lately. Avoiding people. It was getting harder to hide the changes. She shaved the hairs on her cheeks and jaw and brow every morning.
In her mind, Wendy's soft lips sucked on her erect nipple while she stroked Rosa's fur, down to her fleshy pussy lips. They bulged around the base now, before growing slightly more thin on the edges. And there were black streaks in the wrinkled flesh.
The donations continued as she rubbed her clit. The fantasy version of Wendy was there, touching her. Kneeling in front of her. Her tiny tongue licked the hidden clit beneath her fleshy hood.
Rosa barked when she came, a true bestial sound that startled her as her body jerked. She snarled and clawed at the bed until she sat up, panting while blushing as she'd realized what she'd done.
Ninety-eight people watched her stream with more joining. The donations had reached almost two thousand dollars and were still rolling in while her viewers screamed for more.
After she said her stuttered thanks and closed the stream, she lay back and pictured herself chained to a chair with dark shadowy figures standing around as Wendy, naked but for her glasses, toyed with her.
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"You're distracted today," Wendy said while touching Rosa's arm.
Rosa jerked from her touch and then she sighed.
"Sorry," she growled. She reached up to claw at her nose and jaw. The bones were hurting again. Her fingers traced over to her ears before slipping beneath her hat to scratch the tender, furry flesh. Those were longer, too. No longer cute little points but nearly wolf-like in size. "I had a- uh- long night."
"I- I worry about you sometimes," Wendy told her. "You seem stressed all the time. Like you're wound up."
"Maybe. Maybe a little. The walks help," she lied as she inhaled deeply, dragging Wendy's scent deep within her brain. It stayed with her now, a side effect of her changes. She could likely track Wendy, and others, back to their homes, following the routes they took throughout the day. But, especially Wendy. The walks only exacerbated her need.
"Do you know what I would like to do someday?" Wendy said shyly.
"Quit your job and raise a herd of small farm animals," Rosa guessed.
"Well, y- yes," Wendy said. "But. Um. I'd- I'd like to get strong enough for- for longer walks. And- and maybe- maybe a hike."
"I love hikes," Rosa said.
"I know," Wendy told her.
"I-" Rosa paused and looked down at Wendy only to see the smaller woman specifically avoiding her gaze.
They walked in silence for over a minute.
"Maybe I could go with you," Rosa told her as they approached their office. "In case you needed someone to lean on. Once you're stronger."
"I'd like that," Wendy said softly, just before she walked quickly back to her desk without looking back. She'd stopped shuffling recently and Rosa hadn't even noticed.
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Two hundred and fifty-nine people were watching Rosa's stream a week later.
"I think it's time to see my tits," she said. Her computer - a newer, more powerful model, hummed constantly but its fans were drowned out by the sound of donations.
Rosa's smile was wicked. Her canine teeth were longer and it lent her a fearsome expression if she wasn't careful with them.
"All of my tits," she finished.
Sitting up, she reached behind herself to undo her bra strips. Her breasts bounced as they relaxed and she moaned, not entirely for the benefit of her stream, as she caressed and massaged them. The young woman gave ample fan service, toying with her nipples where they protruded from the fur surrounding them. She licked her lips and nose as she played with her tits and soon whimpers joined the moans.
The heat was strong that night and she knew she could cum just from touching her nipples. She leaned back on her stack of pillows with her legs bent and spread. Moaning with her long tongue out. Letting drool dribble over its length as she whined, louder and louder - her fans loved when she made bestial sounds - until she bucked from an orgasm.
Her eyelids drooped as she lay back while panting.
"Here," she said with a sultry, growling voice.
Her claws parted the fur just beneath her breasts to show a small red bump.
"My teats are starting to show," Rosa said.
She showed all six of them slowly. One after another, playfully pretending like she couldn't feel exactly where they were based on the way they were throbbing for her touch.
"I know most of you still think I'm dressing up - that I spend hours on all this fur and other prosthetics. Well. I bet if I can get an extra thousand in donations - I bet I can show you what happens when you squeeze a werewolf's teat while her body is still putting together everything she needs to feed her pups. There's milk there, but I- oh..."
One thousand, six hundred and forty-three dollars had come in since she gave the amount she wanted to see and more money was coming.
She snarled, showing her teeth - more fan service.
"Good boys and girls," Rosa growled.
Rosa set her camera down while kneeling in front of it. She adjusted herself until a teat was centered in the camera's view. She toyed with it as the donations continued coming. Her clawed fingers rolled it back and forth.
She tried to maintain a wolf-ish expression, but the sensitivity of the little nipple when combined with her heat was almost too much to handle. Her sharp eyes relaxed while her grit teeth opened and a faint moan reached the microphone. Only for the feral look to return. And falter once more.
"Now," she panted. She could feel the stickiness between her legs. It was seeping past her panties to cling to the light fur on her inner thighs. Slick, dark fur. "Let's see what mommy has for her babies."
Her fingers pinched and pulled. Down to the skin while pressing into it and then squeezing while growling. After several attempts, a fine stream of translucent milk sprayed from the tip of her teat.
"Mmmrrrr," Rosa growled. She reached out with her left hand to brace herself against her desk.
"Even hidden beneath the fur, the scent of it will guide my pups," she told them.
Money was still coming in. A shocking amount of it.
"Do- do you want to see more of them?" she asked while pressing her thighs together.
After waiting a few minutes and then answering a few of her higher donors directly, she pawed through her fur. She tried to put on a show - to take her time to tease her viewers but the heat was making her senseless. She needed to be fucked.
"God. I- I can't- I can't take much- much more of this," Rosa moaned after expressing milk from her third teat.
There was no theatrics. She could barely remember that people were watching. All she knew was she had to finish and then pound herself senseless. It would have to be the Big Red tonight, she knew. One of her newest dildo purchases. And she would finally knot herself. She had to.
Her pale, grayish lips tightened into an "O" as she howled after milking her fifth teat. Her speakers let out a continuous high pitched noise from the donations coming in while her viewers begged to help her - to taste her milk. To breed her. All while others called them fools for believing any of it was real.
Rosa stared at the camera and then at the screen beyond with unfocused eyes. Her entire body ached and the brush of her own fur was driving her mad. Milk coated her fingertips.
"Have- have to- have to do- have-" her hand shook as she grabbed the sixth teat. She growled harshly with the skin on the bridge of her nose wrinkled. The other five teats hurt but that only made her waiting pleasure that much greater.
She sat back and reached into her nightstand to grab the dildo she planned to use after the stream. A growl rumbled from her throat as she immediately brought it to her mouth to suck on while playing with the teat. Her broad tongue folded around the shaft until she pressed the tip past her lips.
"Wendy," she moaned as she pulled the dildo away while her finger pinched. Her ears flexed as she twisted harshly and pulled. It was a lower nipple, just above the waistband of her panties.
Her own scent filled her brain, swirling with her co-worker's smell until they were intertwined. As if she were there with her.
The orgasm was powerful. She screamed while her hips lifted and the milk sprayed out over her fur. Her hips slammed into the bed until it scraped against the floor. When the orgasm passed, she lay there. Twitching. Moaning. Shivering. She slid the dildo down over her fur until the tip slipped beneath her panties.
Only then did she remember the stream.
"I- That's- I'll see everyone t- tomorrow," she gasped just before killing the session.
Her neighbors pounded on her wall as she ripped her panties away to shove the dildo into her waiting pussy.
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Weeks later, Rosa stood before her mirror. Someone else stared back at her.
Her cheekbones were lengthened, along with her jaw. Her face could no longer pass as human and the fur from the base of her ears now covered both cheeks and her entire forehead down to her eyebrows.
Full fangs jutted from her pure black lips and even the neighboring teeth were growing to points with gaps in the gums between them.
She could still go out in a hoodie and face mask but work would be impossible. The idea should've been terrifying but all she could feel was a weight lifting from her shoulders. Her stream made far, far more money than her job ever had. More than any reasonable job could ever pay her and it was only increasing.
After performing her morning inspection, she sent an email to Mr. Steadler informing him that she quit. Her phone rang almost immediately, but she ignored it. After ten phone calls, she blocked the number.
She growled when it buzzed until she saw a message from Wendy.
Are you okay? Mr. Steadler is really upset right now. He's going around asking what we know about you. I think he's going to call me into the office since we've been walking together.
Rosa frowned before replying: I'm fine. Don't worry about me.
The return text was almost immediate: I do worry about you. Will I see you again?
She stared at the message. Wendy's scent was there in her head. Permanently. Just the thought of her brought it back as if she stood in the bathroom. And that brought a crystal clear image of the mousey young woman to her mind. Smells and memories locked together. More powerful than anything she'd felt before.
Yes, Rosa texted. Have dinner with me tonight. I need some financial advice.
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The bed was luxuriously large with a soft mattress and thick blankets. Too comfortable for Rosa these days, but she sometimes enjoyed the extravagance. And, anyway, it gave her room to move around for her streams.
She could smell the freezing, fresh air wafting through the tiny gaps in the logs surrounding her. And the stronger smell of cooked meat along with it, causing her to growl until she remembered her viewers.
Rosa reached beneath her body to hook her claws into her panties. Her bare breasts dragged against the bed as she rocked back and forth on all fours. She moaned as she pulled the panties against her pussy lips to show a faint, teasing outline before turning her head to smile at the camera.
"My tail is longer today," she told the viewers. "But, better than that, I can finally move it myself. I felt something click in the middle of the night. There was a little pain with it."
That was a lie. It had felt like someone broke her back and the sensation had lasted for a full minute. She'd howled through tears of pain.
"And then I could feel it," she growled while rocking. Her hand slid around and she licked her lips and moaned louder as she gripped and stroked her tail. She squeezed it between the bulbous padding on her fingers and shuddered.
It felt good to touch it now. To stroke it. It was like massaging a perpetually sore part of her body. Every single time it felt like that and she loved it. Her thumb rubbed against the individual bumps of her vertebrae.
"I think the fur at the tip will be black like my ears," she told them. "Watch. I'll make it curl. And then move to the left. And to the right. It tugs lightly at my back whenever I move it."
Her fur was bushy against the back of her neck and still growing. It was just as thick over her spine but still centered over her spine with only a few straggling hairs spread over the rest of the skin. This was in sharp contrast to the thick fur on her belly and chest. And even the lighter fur on her legs and arms.
Messages were pouring in. Reminding her why they were there. Begging her. The usual crowd was there, trying to debunk what she was doing - saving screenshots and zooming in to look for straps and cables and other things to show the tail was mechanical and remote controlled.
She toyed with all of them, pretending to not know what they wanted as she continued to move back and forth. As if a lover were gently fucking her doggy-style. As if she were mounted and pushing back into a thrusting cock.
Finally, she relented.
"Just a taste, then," she told them while her heart raced.
Eighteen weeks after quitting her job to stream full time and she still felt the same thrill as if it were the first time.
"I'm in heat every day," she moaned. "Swollen and dripping from it."
Her claws closed around her panties once more. Pulling them to the side to show half of her glistening, ebony spade. The folded, jutting lips showed a flash of pink when she clenched the muscles within.
The chat and donations went wild.
She almost lost herself to it. The urge to thrust her fingers inside while they watched was overwhelming. It took every ounce of her willpower to stop from fingering herself when she pulled her panties into a tight string between the lips.
"Just perfect for a thick red cock to spread me open, mmmmm, feeling that hard knot against my spade. Just like a bitch in heat."
Rosa whined. She meant every single word of it and she trembled at the thought of being fucked.
"If we reach the donation goal this month, I'll show you," she told them. "We'll start with a normal dildo. I'll show you what it would be like to fuck a werewolf. A big cock inside of my spade and then we'll work up to the werewolf's cock. And don't forget to check my wishlist if you want to see me playing with anything."
"Oh," she said with mock surprise, as if forgetting something important. "I have a surprise. Starting next month, I'll get a collar engraved with the name of the person who donated the most the previous month. A spiked collar with the tag reading 'Property of' and your name. So, don't forget to donate to your favorite wolf girl. All. For. A. Very. Good. Cause. Mmmmmm..."
The stream ended and Rosa collapsed while grabbing at the dildo once more. She growled as she shoved it inside her waiting pussy with a wet squelch. Her claws tore into the base of the dildo while her forearm muscles bulged and her cum splattered over the bed.
Almost two hours later, Rosa slid from the bed to stand on her forefeet while stretching her arms high. Her tail curled behind her with an audible pop that made her stagger and then it waved as she walked through the house.
It had been necessary to upgrade from her apartment after a certain point. She picked a remote cabin that fit her needs perfectly. Away from civilization on multiple acres and basically halfway into an enormous forest. Most of her excess funds were being funneled into buying more land. A little at a time. She could be as loud as she wanted.
Or as naked as she wanted.
Rosa stepped from the large two story cabin into a swirling December snow storm. She could still feel the heat of the fireplace on the fur on her back, but it faded quickly in the snow. The cold touched sliced through her but only where her skin showed. A fine spray of the shorter, wiry hairs were scattered over her remaining bare skin. Without them, she wasn't sure she could stay out as long as she did lately.
She suspected next December that she wouldn't be bothered by it at all and a small part of her wondered if she'd have a separate summer and winter coat.
The sun was hidden by the gray storm and the light from the cabin spilled out into the snow as she waded into it, past the tree line and into the forest.
She closed her eyes and her ears bent in half to sweep through her hair and pin themselves against the side of her head.
Rosa knelt in the snow with her hands before her. She raised her head slowly with her lips pursed. Finally, she opened her mouth and howled.
It was pure and sharp and unearthly, rising in pitch until it echoed through the forest. The young woman sang until her lungs were empty.
A few seconds later, her call was answered. One voice. Three. Five. Finally, six.
And they came to her - her pack of wolves eagerly racing through the forest on four legs until they were jumping up on her, licking her furred muzzle and rolling around on their backs around her. She greeted each individually, scenting them to see what new adventure they were on.
There was an unfamiliar female scent on the oldest male pup. She rubbed his forehead extra hard.
"You little scamp," she told him. "Bring your girlfriend next time."
They all became serious and she listened until she could hear the crunch of snow.
"You'll freeze out here, Rosa," Wendy said. She knelt behind the wolf girl before gently kissing the fur on her neck. The snowflakes trapped on Rosa's fur melted from Wendy's warm breath. Rosa growled and reached up to touch Wendy's hand with her claws gently resting on the other woman's fingers.
The oldest female lifted her snout to sniff before trotting over to brush her head against Wendy's side. Rosa raised an eyebrow while Wendy gasped.
"Oh. Oh, you gorgeous creature," she said. Her hand shook, showing how desperate she was to stroke the creature. She sighed again, regretfully this time before turning back to Rosa. "Will you be long?"
"Not more than an hour, love," Rosa told her.
She could already feel the itch - the need to move and run and exhaust herself. Her hand reached out to touch Wendy's cheek, claws scratching lightly through skin and hair to pull Wendy's face towards hers.
Their lips touched and Rosa's long, broad tongue filled Wendy's mouth, flexing dexterously until Wendy was sucking it and moaning lightly. Rosa growled and her claws tightened against Wendy's scalp until the other woman gently tapped on her hand.
There'd been times where Rosa had pulled her down in the snow, ripping away her clothes until she had that same tongue shoved deep inside of Wendy's pussy while the wolves stood as silent guards in a wide ring around them.
"Sorrrrrry," Rosa growled as she pulled back and wiped drool from her mouth.
"When you come back," Wendy said with pink in her cheeks. "Inside the house this time."
"Prrrromise?" Rosa growled. Talking became difficult when she was riled up and worse when combined with the excessive energy pulsing through her.
Wendy reached out to brush her thumb over the fur beneath Rosa's golden eyes. Rosa whined and licked Wendy's hand in return.
"I'll be waiting for you. Always."
Rosa howled and turned and ran, eager to return and wear herself out before returning to her wife. The small pack vanished into the swirling snow - to run, to hunt, to be free.