Naked in a Wolfskin

It feels weird as all hell to be stalked by a wolfskin. Particularly when it’s your own.
“What the hell is that?” I heard, as I ran into the room and saw the forever-musty thing flopped on the floor.

Guy who called me’s named Mike, my boyfriend. He’s a decent guy, good looking, always offers to pay the bill when we go out, good listener. Not gonna elaborate further because it’s irrelevant but yeah, decent guy.

“Oh, nothing.” I said, “just an old family antique.” Which was true, in a sense. I put a footrest on the ugly thing. That’d keep it occupied for a while.

“So,” he asked “about that coffee you invited me here for…”

“Huh- Oh, right!” I said, snapped out of my momentary angstery. I’d invited him over for coffee. I wasn’t sure whether this was going to be a coffee date or a “coffee” date. Ah, but whatever will be. “I’ll go get it right now,” I said, “I just bought some coconut milk, want to try some of that?”

“That’d be awesome.” He said. I smiled at him, and I slipped off into the kitchen.

I filled up the water, put in the filter, measured out the coffee (one scoop for every two cups), and tried to distract myself from the thing tugging at the back of my mind. My family’s thing. Not quite a curse, not quite a blessing, but a “thing”.

Or at least I tried to distract myself until I heard the sound of leather against carpet. It got out. Godfucking dammit, it never got out this fast. Next thing I heard was the sound of Mike picking up a metal poker from the fireplace as I turned around.

The pelt was up. It was moving. It was pulsing, writhing, undulating with that raw energy as it stayed there. The head of the damned thing turned, with those lusty; crazy eyes, and stared at me. Mike readied himself as it moved.

The fucking thing got nearer, skittering over the carpet like some freak hybrid of spider and ray. I could feel everything stretching, growing, pulsing on me. I felt like I was in rut. No, not in heat, in rut, raw; bursting horniness flowing over me like gore from a dead deer on the side of the road. Don’t ask how I know what that feels like.

Mike hit it as soon as it stopped skittering, a good whack with the steel rod. The thing barely flinched, but I felt it across my back. I cringed in pain but, I’m loath to admit, I just felt hornier after that.

I looked up at Mike. He looked horrified. Guess the implications were dawning on him. But the thing moved again, one sustained flowing motion right towards me, and it engulfed me. It flowed over me. I could feel my bones stretching, muscles bursting, tits and cunt growing; burning with need.

Drool dripped from my lengthening teeth as my mouth grew out, as it melded with the head of the skin into one, terrible whole. I could feel his heartbeat from across the room as he backed away. Just like I could feel the fur merging, spreading across my skin, like a fungus. He got within a yard of the door before I grabbed him.

I hit him at full force, everything almost fully changed. God I could smell the fear-sweat on his skin. I could feel his breaths, fast and shallow as I touched him.

 The hair spread along my palms as my claws ripped off his clothes like paper. I wanted to rub myself all over him, rub the fur spreading across my chest on his body, taste his lust, to touch him to feel him to FUCK him.

He wasn’t moving as I cut through to the skin, just frozen there beneath my weight; my body of raw; powerful sex. I pulled off his pants with my teeth, and his cock stood erect. Whether it was because of or despite the situation I still don’t know.

I shoved it inside me, fast, raw, pumping my new; strong hips harder and harder. He stopped struggling after the first few pumps, his hands slowly moving to clutch my hips. I heard him moan a little as I kept on, tongue hanging out, clawed hands holding tight. I felt a sense of total domination as I kept on with him, tits rubbing against him, cunt wet and awaiting.

I came after a few minutes. My first time ever coming. And I came again, and again, and again, my monster body pulsing. I even let out a howl, just a small one with those last vestiges of my better judgment.

As I rode him I could feel something beating near my chest, faster and faster. Mike’s body heating up and his arms tensing. It was a patch, an beating, undulating extension of wolfskin growing and peeling off my chest. “No,” the dormant parts of my thinking-brain murmured, “It can’t be.”

But it was. It peeled off, fur underneath it slick with juices, and leapt onto him. He let out a cry and came, bucking his hips against my powerful legs. But it wasn’t the end. I felt the patch grow on him, merge with him, his body not limpening, but stretching and hardening. His ears and jaws were lengthening, and his mouth opened up to take in great, gasping gulps of air through sharp teeth and fur-covered cheeks.

I pressed myself hard against him as he grew. His arms grew tighter around me and his thrusts grew harder. His legs grew stronger and his cock grew greater. What he grew into as he changed wasn’t as big as me. But, there was still strength in his hairy body, that I could push against and thrust against and let this lust keep crashing over us like a wave.

I could feel his knot inside me. It felt like a red-hot shock through every part of me, the crescendo of this fuckfest. I could feel every twitch of him as he shot out his seed, blast after blast as I came. Every muscle in my body felt like a Goddess-beast, a motherfucking sexual Fenrir as the fuck-juices ran down my hairy legs. God damn it was good to be a monster sometimes.

As his knot shrank back down, I took myself off of him flopped to the floor. I was tired, but a hot; good kind of tired. Mike was just sitting there, stunned, staring at his clawed hands wondering what the fuck happened.

And thus, their primal desires satiated, my skin slid off, and Mike’s new one did likewise, flowing back down towards a state of rest. Limbs retracted to normal, muscles deflated, and the only fur that remained had been withdrawn into those two pelts. There was a long silence between the two of us, naked before the eyes of god, a long stretch of dead air signifying “Well that just fucking happened.”

“So…” Mike said, finally breaking the ice “Has that ever-”

“Not with sex.” I interrupted. “A few other times, but not with sex.”

“So, how does this… werewolf-skin-symbiote thing work?” I was reaching for a bathrobe hanging on the door as he asked this.

“We can talk it over a pot of coffee.” I went over to get a second bathrobe for him. I had a feeling this was going to be a loooong day.