DRAFT - Coming Out to a Werewolf (Patreon)

A big opportunity for Jackie worsens Rose's fear of letting Jackie deeper into her herm werewolf life. Jackie's fear of rejection and thrill-seeking personality puts them even further at odds and their relationship is tested. Both of them will have to face their deepest fears to to save their relationship so they can enjoy the exquisite tension relief that comes after.

Be ready to learn more about these two love birds than ever before. This story dives deep into their hearts and minds.

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DRAFT - Coming Out to a Werewolf
by Zmeydros

It was one of those nights where the threat of rain was so ominous that you kept looking outside to see if the latest gust of wind had raindrops in it. The sun had gone down about a half hour ago and I could barely make out the textures of the muddy gray clouds. Almost every streetlight was on, save for the one at the corner of my apartment complex which waited until it was darker for some dumb reason. But I didn't need that street light to make out Rose's car as she parallel parked on the street outside.

My heart fluttered as I jumped up and put two double dark chocolate brownies in the microwave. Then I got out the ice cream scoop and vanilla bean ice cream I'd picked up at a fantastic local place. I'd gotten my tiny apartment ready for this little special dessert I'd made by pushing my checkered tan and blue couch up against the TV stand. The living room made a very cramped dining room like this, but it was all I had. The kitchen barely had enough room for the ancient range, fridge, and sink. The moment the microwave beeped, I pulled the brownies out and put a nice scoop of ice cream on top. As I was rinsing the ice cream scoop, Rose came into the room. Perfect timing.

Her petite five feet of height had some nice curves, beige skin with a beautiful golden undertone to it, and an angular face that contrasted her wavy, chocolate brown hair. After she got her shoes off, she spotted the dessert I'd laid out and gasped while dropping her purse on the floor. She dashed over to the table and took a seat as I trotted over, smiling at her reaction.

Looking into her eyes, I said, "Welcome home, love."

Wiping away a tear, she said, "It smells like you just made these."

"An hour ago," I said. "Didn't know you'd be gone so long."

Her eyes drifted over me as if she hadn't seen me in years. I would've felt self-conscious if I wasn't wearing my one-piece pink-polka-dotted dress that contrasted my dark brown skin. It hugged the athletic curve of my ass, hips, and modest-but-pert curves of my breasts. I'd only put half of my tightly-curled black hair up and let the rest hang as bangs. Sensing she was a bit tense, I gave her a soft kiss and pulled her close.

She softened, hugging me back for a good while before I let her go and playfully nudged her toward her dessert. "Everything's at the perfect temperature, so you better dig in."

"Looks incredible," she said as she sat down and picked up the spoon I'd set out next to her deep green plate. Then she carved through some ice cream and the brownie, saying, "Sorry if I seem a bit off, the pack had a long discussion that turned into an argument toward the end," she said, before putting the dessert she'd scooped up in her mouth and groaning at how good it tasted.

Sitting next to her at my foldable gray plastic dining table, I said, "That sounds rough, what were they arguing about?"

She stopped cold and stared at me, her eyes looking very tired as she thought for a moment. "I promise I'll get into it later, but right now I'd like to talk about anything else." She put a spoonful of ice cream and brownie in her mouth and her scowl softened a bit.

"At work today, I had a customer who sneezed whenever she tried to sniff any particularly strong perfume and I thought of you and your wolf senses," I said before getting a towering spoonful of my dessert and stuffing it in my mouth. I let out a deep, "mmm" as the ice cream melted and mixed with the chocolate on my tongue.

"I have nothing against people who smoke pot, but my eyes water every time I'm around pot smoke. Made me have to duck out of a lot of college parties," she said.

"For me, it depends on the variety of pot. Sometimes it smells really herby and sweet, other times it smells really skunky, especially if someone's smoking a blunt," I said.

"I get an instant headache from those. It's been bad enough that I had to get off a train and wait for the next one," she said.

I chewed the bit of brownie left in my mouth and swallowed before saying, "It's a shame that train drivers, conductors, whatever they're called, don't share the air with their passengers like on a bus. I once saw a guy smoking meth when I was going to step onto a car and quickly picked another one."

"You mean an engineer, and he was smoking meth right out in the open?" she asked.

"Yeah, it was when I was on a trip to LA. I've seen people do lots of drugs in places I've been in New Mexico, but never meth out in the open. It was on a subway car late in the evening," I said.

"There's a lot less private space in LA. Everything is really crowded and I think that's why people do crazy things on the subway," she said. "I've heard very odd things happen on the subway cars of New York as well."

"I don't doubt that one bit," I said. "You ever seen anything disturbingly bizarre on a subway car or bus? I once saw a woman throw her cellphone out a bus window after cussing out her boyfriend. Didn't even seem to care that she'd lost her phone."

After swallowing her latest bite, she said, "Maybe she's got a drama phone stockpile for whenever she wants to pretend she's arguing on reality TV."

I laughed, some ice cream dribbling from the corner of my lip. Rose leaned in and licked it up. I tried to kiss her, but she pulled her face away, saying, "I once saw a super-trashy vampire riding the bus. She was so scantily clad, I thought she was a prostitute at first. And when I say scantily-clad, I mean she was wearing a coat, but under that coat she had a neon pink string bikini, one where you could clearly see her mound when she uncrossed her legs."

I dropped my spoon on my plate, "You're sure she was a vampire?"

"Yeah, her skin was too gray, she smelled like blood, and she had no heartbeat," Rose said.

Fear and excitement mixed in me so explosively that I forgot about my dessert. Every question wanted to make it out of my mouth at the same time. "Wait, there are vampires that dress like total sluts? Based on the guy who sent that wyvern after you, I thought they were all catty Victorian bitches."

She laughed. "They're as different as people are, sometimes even more so because they're self-absorbed and always trying to one-up each other."

"Sounds exhausting," I said.

Nodding, she said, "They're also powerful, proliferate like rabbits, and have creepy personalities."

"Are they all worse than the guy with the wyvern?" I asked.

"From what I've heard? Yes. Most of the ones I've interacted with were hunting humans, so I ended them before I got to know them," she said, looking down at her plate as if there'd magically be more dessert there. But there was a lot of sadness on her face too, a regretful frown that was making her eyes droop. I knew that had nothing to do with her being out of dessert.

Giving her a nice spoonful of what I had left, I said, "Hey, your matriarch ordered y'all to kill vampires on sight, it's not like you had any reason to question her until that guy with the wyvern showed up."

"Mmm! True," she said, after swallowing the spoonful I'd just put in her mouth. Then she was back to frowning. "Fuck, I don't want to think about all that right now."

"Why don't you tell me more about the scantily-clad vampire on the bus? That seemed like a fun story."

"Imagine Harley Quinn, but X-rated and only able to speak lines from a bad vampire porno," she said with a grin.

I laughed, barely able to swallow an ice-cream-soaked bit of brownie without choking.

"You wanna come back to my place and make some waves on my unholy waterbed? Oooh, you're a hunk, looks like you've got some warmth to spare. I hope you don't mind girls that bite a little too hard," she said in an overly playful and yet menacing voice.

By this point, I was laughing so hard that I couldn't breathe and there were tears in my eyes.

She barely held back laughter of her own as she waited for my humorous agony to subside. When I recovered, I asked, "So, what happened with her?"

"She was so ineffective at picking guys up that I let her be. Plus, I was still healing from getting stabbed by a Scottish basket hilted claymore," she said.

"That's badass!" I said, before putting a hand over my mouth. "Sorry, that probably hurt a lot."

"It was decidedly not badass, at least not on my end. Scottish vampires who are still around from when the Scots were busy repelling the English are utter monsters. She had immense battle experience, strong magic, and was vicious beyond belief." Rose was gripping her spoon so hard her knuckles were white.

"Bad memories?" I asked.

"I need a shower," she said before gathering a spoonful of melted ice cream and eating it.

"Sounds good to me, I've only got two bites left and then I can join you," I said.

After swallowing, she said, "I'd like to take one alone, if that's okay."

I had my mouth full of brownie and ice cream, so I just gave her a thumbs up.

While she showered, I cleaned up after our dessert. Then I got out of my pink dress leaving me in my light-blue lacy underwear as I lounged on my bed. I futzed around with a language app, trying to make heads or tails of French so I could say sexy-sounding things to Rose and maybe gain some insight into spelling French words. Every word from that damned language tripped me up in English.

When I heard Rose get out of the shower, I called out in a singsong voice, "In he-eere!"

Rose walked in, her small pert breasts bouncing while her light olive skin glowed from being clean and moist. She still looked tired, but not nearly as bad as before.

I put my phone aside and pulled my panties off, saying, "Put your face right here." Lifting my balls, I spread my legs so she could get at the space under them. A place that was very sensitive ever since I started taking estrogen.

It impressed me how quickly she slipped into being submissive. She just got on the bed and went town, licking me out as if I had a pussy there. I cried out, gasping as my prick surged to life. I gripped my shaft and stroked myself to full hardness. Then I grabbed her hair and pulled her face to my dick and shoved it in her mouth.

"Touch yourself," I said. "And my breasts."

She reached up to my tits with her left hand while fingering herself with her right and bobbed her head on my whole cock even though I was at my full, just-over-six-inches of length. She was struggling with her gag reflex because she'd never tried this without a muzzle.

"Be a good girl and wolf out for me," I said, gripping her hair tightly.

She just kept going and I didn't see one patch of fur or an inch of gained size. My hips were bucking, she was still struggling, and for some reason she wasn't changing. Now I was distracted.

"Is something wrong? Can you not transform?" I asked.

She pulled her mouth off my dick and glared at me. "Is that all you care about? That I'm a werewolf?"

"No, it's just, we've never has sex this way. I didn't even know you could stay human when you're horny," I said. "Are you not horny?"

Moving away so she was sitting at the end of the bed, she said, "Do you even like my human body?"

"Of course I like it, I hit on you when we first met, remember?" I said as my heart ached with concern.

Her lips had that straight-across annoyed look and her face was scrunched in what looked like disgust. "Why did you hit on me, anyway? What do we even have in common?"

"Hey, hey." I moved across the bed so I could hold her shoulders and look her in the eye. "I don't know what's going through your head, but I love you: human you, wolf you, all of you."

"You didn't answer my question. Would we even be together if I wasn't a werewolf? It's all you seem to want to know about. You've never even asked me about my parents or if I have siblings or places I want to visit before I die," she said. "You know, basic questions people ask each other when they're in a relationship."

I felt like I'd gotten punched in the gut at first, but then I narrowed my eyes at her, remembering all the frustration I'd endured trying to get to know her. "It's not like you offered any personal details and whenever I asked for them, you acted like I was prying too much."

She pulled herself away and stood at the end of the bed. "You were asking about things I didn't want to talk about super early in a relationship and I pushed back. But now, three months later, you haven't asked even the most basic questions about my family life, my hobbies, anything. You know more about my life as a werewolf than you know about anything else."

"How am I supposed to know to ask about that stuff if you never offer anything remotely personal unless I drag it out of you?" I said a bit too loud.

"Hmm, seems you have no trouble dragging out every detail about my lycanthropy," she said, crossing her arms.

"God damn it! What am I supposed to do? No one else I've ever met is a werewolf, has met vampires, or can throw me across the room like I'm a lawn dart." I made a fist. "If every time I want to know something about you, I have to put effort into it, why the fuck wouldn't I learn about the one thing that makes you completely different from every other person I've ever met?"

Her voice got quiet in a way that scared me. "So this is why we're not supposed to date non-werewolves. It's just like me to miss something that's so obvious." As she turned to leave the room, a whole foot of her tail swung behind her and I noticed her sheath had formed.

Normally, when I saw that sheath, I was excited, but now I was just sad. I'd made her so angry that she'd started transforming when she clearly didn't want to. "Wait! Let's talk this out."

"No, I'm done," she said as she left my tiny bedroom that barely had enough room for my queen bed.

I started to get up to go after her, but then my eyes got blurry as tears flooded out of them. This wasn't crying, this was bawling. I'd fucked up another relationship. I'd let myself get angry and say things I didn't mean, again. I was the worst. She was sniffling as she gathered her stuff and knowing she was crying too only made me cry more. About a minute later, I heard my front door close and let myself cry as hard as I needed to, which was pretty damn hard.

Ever since Rose entered my place, she'd seemed exhausted and like something was off. I'd decided to challenge her when she was already hurting. Just what had she been arguing about with the rest of her pack? Why was she so fucking ellusive about every personal detail? I clenched my teeth. I knew part of the reason: she was trying to protect me even though I'd never asked for her protection. Why didn't I get any say in all this? My jaws started to hurt. No. This is the anger that had gotten her to leave.

Taking a few deep breaths while still shaking with emotion, I loosened my jaw. I didn't know what she'd gone through and we both needed to be better if this was going to work out. She had to open up and I had to calm down.

To get my mind off of things, I got up and listened to a podcast about catatumbo lightning while cleaning the leftover dishes. Normally, I didn't like doing dishes, but today it was therapeutic. At least, it was therapeutic until I realized it had taken me forty five minutes and Rose still wasn't back. That's when my chest started feeling tight and I wanted to cry again. But I'd already cried so much that I had sticky, salty trails down my cheeks. I went into the bathroom to wash my face. When I was turning from the sink to the towel rack, I saw a blurry shape in the doorway.

I jumped, screaming bloody murder.

The figure screamed too, stumbling backwards so quickly she fell to the floor. "Jackie? Are you okay?"

"Rose?" I said, recognizing her voice.

"Yeah, sorry I scared you."

After drying my face, I said, "It's okay, I was worried you weren't going to come back."

"Me too," she said, hugging her knees while looking at the floor.

Closing the distance between us, I got down on the floor and hugged her tight. She hugged back, squeezing me against her smaller frame. I reached up and ran my fingers through her hair. Even though this normally helped her relax, she was holding me tightly, tension in her whole body while her face was pressed into my cleavage.

In that moment, I finally knew what I needed to say. "You were right. I do focus too much on the rougarou, werewolf, side of you." I kissed the top of her head. "But you being a werewolf isn't why we're together: We both like watching old ninties cartoons, scoping out cool local coffee shops, sharing Instant Pot recipes, ice cream, brownies, sex, doing domestic lesbian stuff together, and all sorts of geeky things. We communicate well, we make good life partners, we even know how to help each other emotionally. I've never felt so comfortable with another person. I love the way you touch me, I love the way you twitch when you're dreaming, I love the way you growl if your hair gets in your eyes too many times in a row, and I love how you just stubbornly charge after the things you want even though you're often adorably submissive."

She sniffed deeply and then loosened her grip on me. "I'm sorry about what I said. Those are all really good examples and I'm too exhausted to come up with much on my own, but I want to tell you that my favorite thing about you is that you're a good listener. Like, you remember what I tell you and are so careful to make sure I know you're paying attention. No one's ever given me their full attention the way you do. I don't always know what to do with it."

"You deserve my full attention," I said, pulling her chin up so I could look her in the eye. "Now tell me what you've been avoiding telling me since you got home."

"It's that obvious, huh?" she asked.

I nodded, pulling her up off the floor and leading her to the bed.

After settling in next to me so we both were sitting against the headboard, she said, "Before I tell you, you need to know that I'm against putting your life at risk and I argued against presenting you with this opportunity."

"Opportunity?" I tilted my head.

"Crushinda, the wyvern I captured, was fed werewolf meat by the vampires and treats any werewolf that walks up to her like food. We can't get near her and it's complicating everything." She sighed. "Since we don't like bringing outsiders to our den and we're trying to keep things quiet, one of the pack members asked if you could come in and help us with her."

I resisted the urge to squee and steeled myself so I didn't act too excited. Taking care of a real live wyvern? Who would say no to that? "That's hard for me to turn down," I said, trying to think of some way of connecting with her point of view. "But then again, people who tame tigers sometimes get killed by them and Crushinda has to be more dangerous than any tiger."

"That's exactly what I said! It's way too dangerous." She clenched her hands into fists. "But I couldn't get them to listen."

"I don't have to be alone with her, do I?" I asked, putting a hand over her left fist.

"Well, no, someone would definitely be there to watch over you. Probably me," she said. "But I wouldn't be able to get close to her without her getting aggressive."

"Would she be restrained?" I asked.

"Yes, but that doesn't make it safe," Rose said.

"Just out of curiosity, is there any other human that your pack knows? If you're so against me helping, why are they so set on me doing it?" I asked.

"They ran a thorough background check on you when we started dating without my knowledge. The whole meeting kinda went downhill from there. I can't fucking believe them sometimes!" She took a deep breath and unclenched her fists.

"Did they find something interesting in my background check? I haven't done all that much, honestly," I said.

"They found out about your previous job."

"Ahh, things are starting to make sense." A small, forlorn smile pulled at my lips. "Sadie's Critter Care. Those were the days."

"Why'd you leave?" she asked.

"Sadie's a TERF and the moment I came out as trans, she started spouting nonsense about how trans women are somehow ruining everything for CIS women," I said. "Tried to convince me to stop taking estrogen."

"Wow, that must've been a shock to find out someone you were working so closely with was so bigoted," she said.

I sighed. "Honestly, I already knew she was a serious doomsday prepper conspiracy theorist and wouldn't have stuck with her if she didn't have such a gift for taming problem animals."

"That sounds rough. I didn't get that idea at all from the local newspaper article about you and her that my pack dug up," Rose said.

"She believes the media is part of the grand conspiracy and doesn't trust it with her theories. Media attention, for her, is a means to promote her business, nothing more." I said. "Every time someone did a story on us, she gave me plenty of credit and was looking into making me her business partner... I hate having such mixed feelings about people."

"I know exactly what that's like. Sevka, the head of my pack is brilliant and makes good decisions that very often pay off. But she also makes me feel like her way of seeing the world is the only valid perspective and I'm afraid to openly disagree with her," Rose said.

"She'd make a good cult leader."

Rose's eyes went wide. "Fuck, that's kinda scary to be honest."

"I'm assuming she doesn't misuse her power most of the time?" I asked. "I doubt you'd follow her otherwise."

"Yeah, it's more frustrating than dysfunctional, I think."

"So, let me guess, she convinced everyone that having me train the wyvern was the best course of action?" I asked.

"Yep, she bulldozed my concerns and just went after what she thought was best for the pack." She leaned her head against my shoulder.

"I'm assuming you pushed back and that's how the big argument happened?"

She nodded. "I knew you'd say yes, so I was trying hard to get them to take the offer back and not force me to ask you."

Putting my arm across Rose's shoulders and hugged her, saying, "Hon, I wish so much that I could tell you that you were wrong. But think about it from my perspective: if you worked at a department store perfume counter and you had nothing but barely making a living and sucky adulting stuff to look forward to, would you turn down an opportunity like this simply because it was dangerous?" I asked. "Would you be able to tell yourself that standing on your feet eight hours a day while fighting boredom so thick you could spread it with a butter knife was better than risking a shorter life doing something straight out of a superhero movie? I'm one of those adults that never grew up, I still want to be Wonder Woman. I don't want to just survive until I'm eighty, I want to date werewolves, train wyverns, and...I gotta be honest, I want to be a badass herm werewolf like you, hon."

"Ugg, you're making too much sense and I hate it." She groaned. "Okay, let's say the pack decides to let you become one of us. Not only is it dangerous, even with regeneration you're going to experience a lot of pain and complications when you go out hunting with us. Keeping your job would be nearly impossible. The pack would give you work, but if there's any sort of personality conflict or politics in the pack that stress you out, you'd be stuck with them."

I gave her a squeeze. "But if I become part of your pack, neither of us would be dealing with that stuff alone."

She stopped for a moment, considering what I'd said. "I'm being stupid. We've only known each other for a few months at this point. You becoming my mate and joining my pack feels like too much too fast."

"How about this? I start getting to know your pack by helping out with the wyvern and we see where it goes from there? You won't have to hide as much of your life from me and I'll get to see what the pack dynamic is and whether I can deal with it. We can take things one step at a time from there."

"I can live with that as long as you don't take any unnecessary risks. You can't regenerate like me. If that wyvern nips, claws, or stabs you, I don't know how I'd cope with it," she said.

"One of the animals I cared for was a seven-hundred-pound pig who liked me a bit too much. On a very hot day near the end of July, he pinned me against the wall of his pen so I couldn't leave. Since his goal was to make sure I couldn't leave, I had no way to convince him to let me go. I had no water, I had no way of getting myself free, and I nearly died of heat stroke before Sadie rescued me. People have been killed by their own pet dogs or died after getting kicked by their favorite riding horse. I love animals, but taking care of them can be very dangerous," I said.

"I'm feeling a lot better about this, you sound like a pro," she said.

"It's one of the only things I'm a pro at," I said. "Only other thing I have this much confidence about is driving."

"And you're scary good at that, literally." She chuckled.

I laughed. "You're getting used to it by now, aren't you?"

"Nope, I still grab onto the door handle whenever you show off," she said.

"You're adorable," I said, kissing the top of her head.

She kissed my cheek. "Thanks for listening to me."

"Same here," I said. "I keep forgetting we haven't been together all that long."

"Me too, honestly," she said. "I'll tell them you accepted their offer tomorrow. But right now, all I want is sleep."

"Agreed," I said.

We got up off the couch and then did that cute couples dance where two people get ready for bed at the same time using the same bathroom. We brushed our teeth in the nude, knocking elbows a couple times. While she was washing her face, I placed my groin right up against her buttocks, letting my package just sit there. She purposefully shifted back and forth, teasing me and just as she finished, my erection was starting to poke at her. When I washed my face, she reached around and played with my breasts, being careful not to stimulate my nipples too much. Her antics kept me half hard until I was drying my face off.

"Being this exhausted sucks. This morning, I was looking forward to sexy stuff with you, but now I feel like I'll just go out like a light the moment I lay down," she said as she idly cupped and rubbed at my toned ass.

"Mmm, I wish we had the energy, but there's always tomorrow." I gave her ass a smack.

She gasped and I chuckled as we made our way to the bed where I spooned her from behind. I put my right arm under my pillow and held her with my left. After pulling the sheets over us, she put her ass right against my groin. For a couple minutes, it was a struggle for me to keep from getting hard in this position, but then I drifted off to sleep, just a couple minutes after she did.

About four hours later, I woke up from a dream where I was trying to keep perfumes from falling off the counter at work during an earthquake. My eyes widened as I felt Rose's buttocks get prickly and her tailbone push out of her backside as she bucked into her hands.

Rose was providing quite the earthquake and the moment I was over my surprise, I reached around to her crotch, saying, "Poor girl. So horny you can't get back to sleep." I found her clit, which was already four inches long and growing quickly.

"Ngh!" She thrust harder, her clit surging an inch bigger and thickening in my grasp.

"You love growing a dick, don't you?" Thrusting my stiffening prick against her backside, I squeezed her clit as it took on the shape of a canine cock.

"Yes! It feels so fucking good!" Her tail tickled my legs and crotch as it lengthened.

Meanwhile, her whole body enlarged, her muscles bulging, her torso widening, and her increased mass causing her to sink into the bed more. As her prick reached six inches long, her ball sac formed and she started dribbling pre from the tip. Reaching under her ballsac, I felt her new clit come in to replace the one that had become her cock. Her whole body trembled with pleasure as I ground my prick against her ass and tail, moaning along with her. Then I pulled away from her, and threw off the sheets, my abdomen aching with a need to be filled. It was one of the oddest parts of being trans, aching as if I had a womb in there. Estrogen did some crazy shit and I loved it.

I grabbed a bottle of lube from the top of the nightstand, an eight-inch long knotted equine dildo from the top drawer, and a towel that I kept around for just this sort of occasion. While covertly stowing the dildo in a fold in the sheets, I said, "Roll onto your back."

She did so and then lubed her hands with her pre and stroked her shaft while her nose flattened and her muzzle pressed out of her face.

Her paw pads started to form as I grabbed her hands and moved them to her tits. "No touching. I wanna feel it reach full size inside me."

"GRRR I want to be inside something!" she said, her voice deeper and more gruff.

She'd gained a foot in height by this point, putting her at six feet tall. And her prick was over six inches long, canine-shaped, and black. Her white front fur contrasted it beautifully and the gray stripes that adorned her shoulders and thighs broke up the border where her white front fur met the gray fur on the rest of her body.

"You're fucking gorgeous," I said as I straddled her loins, facing away from her.

"So are you," she said, yipping when I lubed up her cock.

After spreading lube on my pucker and the surrounding area, I wiped my hands off on the towel and lowered myself, letting her cock tip enter me. The heat, the pressure as I spread myself open with her taper, and the sensation of her dick throbbing powerfully as it expanded in every direction, it all had me rock hard and dripping pre within seconds. Even when I stopped lowering myself, her dick was penetrating me deeper and deeper. A low growl escaped her throat as she thrust upwards, shoving a couple more inches in. It was a lot harder to get her to pace herself now that she knew I was a size queen who could take her at full mast.

"Are your balls about to drop?" I asked. "Is that why you're so desperate?"

"Shut up and take it!" she said, grabbing my hips and pulling me down.

I yelped, cumming as I was stuffed with all ten inches of her dick. As I twitched atop her, I felt her balls thud into her sac and her shaft grow two more inches. My eyes rolled back in my head and I spurted clear cum over the sheets, not lucid enough to catch it with the towel. She'd taken me completely by surprise this time and my body got hot jabs of pleasure shooting up my spine from my prostate. It was like fire pumping through my veins, like being hooked up to a car battery. Pre dribbled out of her prick into me as she gasped and tossed under me.

The moment I had my wits about me, I lubed up my fingers, and lifted her balls. As she asked, "What are you--?" I slipped two fingers in her pussy. She thrashed, yelling, "OH HOLY FUCK!"

I fingered her hard and fast, adding a third finger and then bouncing on her dick as it got closer and closer to a foot long. As her prick passed a foot, I lubed up the dildo and pressed it into her now-sopping cooch. She howled under me, cumming from her pussy as her knot started popping in and out of my ass. I rode her like a jockey rides a prize racehorse while I fucked her with the dildo nice and hard. My muscles burned, my whole body started trembling as I got dangerously close to a titanic orgasm.

Knowing I wasn't going to last even a couple seconds longer, I jammed the toy's knot in her cunt and yelled, "CUM IN ME! RIGHT NOW!"

She grabbed my waist, slammed me down, stretching me over her knot, and erupted inside me. We both howled in pleasure, hers much more wolf-like than mine. My body clenched around her knot as her jizz filled me, making me feel warm and sated. I shot girl jizz all over the sheets as I jacked my prick feverishly. Her hands moved to my nipples and she squeezed them between her paw pads, getting another sharp moan out of me as my prick ached from shooting even more.

We rode that wave of pleasure for ages, grinding and gyrating until I was just sitting atop her, panting and gasping for air. As she did the same, she felt up my tits, sides, and ass. I idly combed my fingers through her luxurious lupine coat.

Knotted to her and feeling deeply at peace, I decided to take a chance. Looking back at her, I said, "I need to tell you something, but I'm afraid I'll fuck everything up if I do."

"We got into that mess earlier today because we're both terrified and we don't communicate enough. Whatever it is, I'll try to talk it through instead of having a knee-jerk reaction."

"Cool." I took a deep breath. "Five-foot-tall you is cute and sexy and I would've dated you if you weren't a werewolf. We'd probably be a happy couple with a bit less drama. But that would be at the cost of the epic goodness we got going: me knotted to my herm werewolf lover who gains two feet in height and the world's most incredible dick when she wolfs out. Meeting you, my feelings of wanting to be something other than just male or female suddenly made perfect sense. Using a toy on you while you fucked me gave me euphoria. And it's not just just gender stuff that meeting you has helped with. You showed me that there's magic in the world, that there might be a way out of the boring life I've dreaded going through ever since I was a kid. Maybe it's wrong to be dependent on your lover for being delivered from the suckitude of one's life situation, but there's so many ways people can get stuck where they don't have the means to get out. I don't think it can be avoided. And if that puts pressure on you or makes you think I only care about werewolf you, I'm sorry."

She grabbed me and carefully rolled us onto our sides so she was spooning me, a process that got moans from both of us as our movements tugged on her knot. Then she hugged me against her, pressing her breasts up against either side of the back of my head as she said, "It's okay. I prefer myself as a big herm werewolf too. Even though being short is actually a lot better than being tall in my opinion. Just easier to get around in general. You don't hit your head on things, you can fit into a car easily, people can carry you, you can get through crowds more easily, and acrobatics comes easier. That said, being big, strong, and nearly indestructible is an absolute blast. I'd say that being muscular and curvy at the same time while having both sets of parts is the icing on the cake, but it's so much more than that. It's how I should've been born. When I was going through puberty, I used to put socks in my panties just to feel something there. When I was sixteen and my full werewolf form finally manifested, I spent half the time crying because I was so happy I had a cock without losing my pussy."

"I can relate to that. The first time I realized my tits had started coming in, I had a nice long happy cry. What did you spend the other half of your time doing?" I asked.

"Oh, you know," she said, thrusting so she pushed her knot a bit deeper despite it being locked to me.

"Haah!" I cried out before regaining the ability to speak. "You made a big mess, didn't you?"

"Multiple," she said. "My room was an absolute wreck."

"If I ever get a pussy someday, I'm going to be like that," I said.

"I'd cum in your pussy over and over and over," she said with a growl under her voice.

"What's gotten into you?" I asked. "Normally, I'm the naughty one."

"I don't know, I can't stop thinking about you as a herm werewolf and..." She grabbed my hip and started thrusting.

I yelped and then moaned as she fucked me with her knot. Because we were tied together, all she could do was tiny thrusts, but she put force behind them, making me cry out in bliss. Just when I started stroking my dick, she pulled my hand away and put her hand around it. My thick half foot of girldick felt incredible in her paw-padded grip as copious amounts of pre drooled out, providing plenty of lube for her handjob. We just kept going, the bed swaying under us.

A couple minutes later, my prostate and shaft were burning, ready to blast off again. "Fuck, Rose! I'm close!"

"Please tell me I can cum," she said. "I've been a good girl! NGH!"

"CUM! CUM LIKE THE GOOD GIRL YOU ARE!" I screeched as my own orgasm overtook me, my prick firing into the sheets as my ass clenched.

She howled as she filled me with even more cream, making little thrusts through her whole orgasm, thrusts that made my orgasm last for freaking ever.

This time, when we came to rest, we didn't move at all. We were spent, it was four in the morning, and we were comfy as could be. My belly round from how much dick and jizz I had in me, her knot keeping all that goodness inside.

Before we drifted off to sleep together, I said, "Hon, I have one more thing I really need to tell you, something I would've told you when we first met if I didn't know you were a werewolf."

"Oh? What is it?" she asked.

"I...I'm a furry and that's part of why I'm obsessed with you being a werewolf," I said.

Her tail started wagging, thumping against the bed. "I wish you'd told me that sooner. I'm a furry too."

I laughed. "You're a fucking real life werewolf and you're an internet furry? Really?"

She swatted my shoulder. "Hey! Where else can I see other herm werewolves when sharing real live images of werewolves and other real paranormal stuff gets the feds to come after you?"

"Okay, good point, but now I'm thinking about how many furs out there are actually werewolves and stuff and my mind is spinning," I said, tearing up. Joy and hope, more than I could handle, exploded inside me.

"Likely only a tiny number, but there are definitely some. I have a herm werewolf friend in The Netherlands that I met on a furry site," she said.

"Wow, this evening started off as one of the worst of my life and now I'm crying I'm so happy," I said, as tears dripped from the corners of my eyes.

"We should've done this a lot sooner," she said.

I nodded, feeling overwhelmed but safe.

"You cry all you need. We'll talk a lot more tomorrow and share horny art with each other after we've gotten some rest," she said, giving me a squeeze.

END OF DRAFT