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"We should have sex."
Enid's fork hovered uncertainly between her plate and her mouth for a few seconds as she stared at Wednesday. Finally, she took the bite and chewed, having seemingly decided that this would give her enough time to think before replying.
"Well, I mean," Enid said, "you know I'm usually up for it. But, uh, right now?"
"Of course not, we're having dinner," Wednesday replied. "No, I was thinking tomorrow night."
Enid gave her a look. "Tomorrow night's the full moon."
"Yes," said Wednesday.
"I'll be a giant wolf," said Enid, in case this had somehow escaped Wednesday's notice.
"You won't be a wolf," said Wednesday.
"Yeah, I will," said Enid. "I'll be all big and furry, with claws and fangs and everything. Very wolf-shaped."
"Exactly," said Wednesday. "Wolf-shaped. Mostly. But not an actual wolf. You won't turn into some mindless animal. You'll still be yourself, right?"
"Well... yeah..." said Enid.
"So there won't be a problem," said Wednesday. "No issues of consent, that kind of thing."
"I mean, I guess not, but still."
"We've cuddled plenty of times," said Wednesday. "Curled up together while you're 'all big and furry'."
"Sure, but sex is different," said Enid.
"I don't see it that way," said Wednesday. "Being a werewolf is a big part of your personality and as a good and devoted girlfriend I should try to love every part of you, right?"
Enid smiled sardonically. "Good and devoted? Really?"
"Devoted, then," said Wednesday. "So what do you say? Sex tomorrow night?"
Enid sighed. "OK. Alright, fine, we'll give it a go. But I reserve the right to stop the whole thing the moment it gets too weird, OK?"
"Of course," said Wednesday, the slightest hint of a triumphant smile tugging at the edge of her lips.
* * * * *
And now it was tomorrow night. Wednesday and Enid were in their modest bedroom. The lights were on, the curtains were drawn. The full moon lurked outside.
Wednesday and Enid were both naked. Wednesday because, well, she was planning on getting railed by her werewolf girlfriend soon and was not in the mood for a patient striptease. Enid because she was said werewolf girlfriend and would only end up tearing apart her clothes if she changed shape wearing them.
Wednesday watched Enid stare at the curtains with trepidation. Watched her bare chest rise and fall as her breath was just a little bit on the panicked side. Watched, also, her girlfriend's dick, which wasn't as hard as Wednesday would've liked it, but also wasn't as soft as she'd feared it would be.
It was obvious Wednesday was going to have to spur her girlfriend on a bit. Or say something soothing. Else Enid might stay trapped in indecision until the sun rose. Unfortunately, she wasn't any good at saying soothing things. She did often give it a try, whenever Enid seemed to need it, but it never seemed to come out right.
"Do you want to not do it?" Wednesday asked.
Enid instantly turned to the window and looked at Wednesday with gold-flecked eyes. The curtain - that is, the moon behind the curtain - might have been intimidating, but now her attention was on Wednesday. Wednesday, on full display, pale, slender, willing.
Enid swallowed hard. "Right."
Having apparently made her mind up about something, Enid strode towards the window and flung the curtain aside. The light of the full moon streamed into the bedroom. Its pale light was no match for the room's actual electric lights, and yet it wrapped Enid's naked body in its ethereal glow.
Wednesday felt her own excitement rising as she watched Enid twist and turn, her body struggling between her usual human form and the wolf shape about to burst free. It was always an impressive sight. Violent, feral, alluring. Tonight was no different. Or, no, tonight the sight of Enid's transformation impacted Wednesday even harder than usual. For two particular reasons. One obvious, the other... more private.
One pale hand moved down Wednesday's naked body and her fingers soon found her clit. It was, perhaps, a bit gauche to start masturbating while Enid sprouted fur everywhere and was in the midst of growing a tail, but she couldn't help herself. Enid was just... magnificent. And the knowledge that she was about to join her in - well, on - bed was simply too much for her.
Enid rose a wolf, standing on her hind legs, covered in blonde fur, except for a dyed pink-and-blue patch on her head. She did not actually howl, which was a bit of a shame in Wednesday's opinion. This gorgeous example of primal nature unleashed should howl at the moon, right? That's how it was supposed to go.
Enid turned towards Wednesday, her eyes gold, her teeth sharp, her muzzle long. She stood, breathing heavily, growling slightly, watching Wednesday on the bed, the bright red tip of her werewolf cock emerging from its furry sheath.
And did not pounce. Because she was Enid and not a wild beast driven by mindless lust. Not that Wednesday would have minded if she had pounced, but, well, Enid had always been the more gentle between the two of them.
"Oh, get over here already," Wednesday said.
There wasn't much space between the window and the bed, because it wasn't a very big bedroom. And yet Enid, so much larger than normal, still managed to take an annoyingly long while. If she was trying to give Wednesday time to reconsider having sex with a werewolf in werewolf form. All it did instead was stoke Wednesday's arousal.
The moment Enid was in range, Wednesday pulled her in for a kiss. It was not, Wednesday had to admit, a very good kiss. Enid didn't really have any lips to speak of and so what Wednesday mostly felt were cold, sharp teeth. Enid made a valiant attempt, though, her wolf-tongue slipping out to lap at Wednesday's lips. Wednesday let her own tongue slip out of her mouth to lap at Enid's tongue even as she lapped at Wednesday's.
Enid put a paw on Wednesday's shoulder and pushed her away slightly. She ducked her head, travelling down Wednesday's naked body. Normally there would have been no end of soft kisses from Enid's gentle mouth. Now, there was only the cold nose and the rough but not unpleasant texture of her tongue lapping at her bare skin.
Wednesday moaned when Enid's got down between her legs. She felt Enid drag her tongue across her moist folds, felt strange pleasure shiver through her body. Enid's muzzle was not nearly as pleasant as her mouth normally was, and her tongue wasn't as skilled, but it didn't really need to be. Every time Enid dragged her wolf-tongue all across Wednesday's slit, another surge of pleasure burned through her cold body.
"Fuck," Wednesday breathed. "Keep going."
She was pretty sure Enid didn't need to be told, but a bit of encouragement never hurt. Enid lapped at Wednesday's pussy with ever greater encouragement, her tongue stroking Wednesday's folds over and over again, occasionally reached up to be dragged across Wednesday's sensitive clit.
Wednesday moaned and mewed as Enid's wild lapping poured pleasure into her body. Her arousal grew ever greater, consuming her body if not her mind. Rarely did Enid pleasure her so hard that the raw emotion overcame even Wednesday's cold, detached thoughts. But it already felt as if Enid's enthusiastic werewolf tongue might manage it if she just kept at it, licking wildly at her pussy.
Which would be wrong. Even as Wednesday shuddered with pleasure, even as lustful moans spilled from her lips, even as she thrust her hips at her girlfriend's muzzle, Wednesday remained keenly aware of her purpose. Which, sadly, did not involve Enid going down on her until she came. Well, not this time anyway. Definitely some other time, if Enid was willing.
Wednesday pulled away from Enid, moving further up the bed. She could hear Enid's disappointed whine and privately had to agree. She'd really enjoyed her girlfriend's werewolf tongue lavishing so much attention on her pussy. But she had to stay firm. She had to stay true to her purpose.
Wednesday turned around and propped herself up and hands and knees, wiggling her pale ass at Enid. She looked back, and reached down with one hand to spread her pussy - glistening with both her lust and Enid's saliva - for Enid.
"Come," Wednesday said. "Fuck me."
Wednesday watched Enid rise behind her. Gasped at the sight of her magnificent werewolf form. Not to mention her large, red, werewolf dick. It was nice to know that the taste of her aroused pussy had been enough to fully excite Enid. Nicer still to know that hard girlcock would be fucking her soon.
Enid placed herself behind Wednesday, placed her paws on Wednesday's hips. Wednesday felt her girlfriend's claws press against her soft skin, but of course Enid didn't grip her hard enough to scratch her up and draw blood. Some other time, perhaps.
What little disappointment Wednesday might have felt at Enid's considerate gentleness evaporated the instant she felt the tip of her girlfriend's cock press against her sensitive folds and heard her growl softly with lust.
Wednesday, down on her hands and knees, moaned deeply as she felt Enid pushing into her. Her wet pussy accepted her girlfriend's werewolf dick easily and it filled her beautifully. The further Enid pushed, the more pleasure shivered through Wednesday's pale body. Enid's solid length felt hot and hard inside of her. About as hard as her human cock, to be fair, but a great deal hotter. Perhaps a werewolf's body temperature was simply higher in wolf form than in human form.
Not that the particulars of werewolf physiology really mattered right now, except to that part of Wednesday's brain that simply could not stop observing and analysing everything. Most of her was focussed entirely on Enid behind her, holding her hips, and, most importantly, inside of her. She heard Enid growl slowly, knew her girlfriend was struggling to keep her lust under some semblance of control.
Wednesday moved back hard, slamming her pale ass against Enid, forcing her girlfriend's cock as deep inside of her as she could manage. A brief howl escaped from Enid's throat even as pleasure surged through Wednesday, forcing a wanton moan from her lungs. Wednesday had no interest in Enid holding anything back. Instead she wanted to feel Enid fuck her with the full feral strength her werewolf body was capable of.
Perhaps she should have mentioned that earlier. It might have helped. Or perhaps it would've frightened off Enid entirely.
Wednesday moved against Enid's large, furry body, sliding her yearning pussy all along her girlfriend's bright red shaft. Pleasure spread from her core to every part of her pale body, driving away its usual coldness and filling it with the kind of heat only Enid had ever been able to arouse in her.
Fortunately, it seemed Wednesday wouldn't have to do all the work. Even as she moved back against Enid, Enid thrust forward. Wild moans and growls filled the small bedroom as their two bodies fucked one another. Wednesday's pale ass slapped against Enid's fur-covered hips again and again, and in return Enid's fur-covered hips slammed against Wednesday's pale ass over and over again.
Their two bodies moved as one. It didn't matter than one was human and the other a large werewolf. They were utterly united in lust and pleasure, fucking each other as hard as they could. Enid's thick shaft slid back and forth inside of her, rubbing hard against Wednesday's inner walls. Its rigid heat made Wednesday's core quiver with desire and she felt all of her body's senses becoming utterly focussed on the werewolf's length. Her body became little more than an imperfect vehicle for her pleasure, driven hard by Enid's wild, constant thrusts.
Wednesday felt her arms and legs tremble as her naked body was consumed by pleasure. Enid fucked her harder than she could comprehend, thrusting into her with her large, delicious werewolf cock too fast for her body to keep up with. She moaned and grunted, shuddered with lust, threw her body against feebly against Enid.
Then Wednesday felt Enid lean over her, felt her blonde fur brush against her skin, felt the intense heat of her werewolf body spilling into her own. Enid planted her paws next to Wednesday's hands and it dawned on Wednesday that she was wholly trapped beneath Enid's overwhelmingly powerful body. Pinned entirely by a huge werewolf who was humping her pussy relentlessly.
Perfect.
Wednesday knew she was going to come, and come hard. She always did when her body was entirely in Enid's control. There was something about being entirely helpless that allowed Wednesday to surrender entirely to her feelings, without the need to coldly analyse everything, as though she was nothing but a distant observer of her own body.
Wednesday moaned and grunted freely, sinking into the feral pleasure burning up her naked body. She felt Enid's werewolf body on top of her, Enid's werewolf cock pounding her dripping pussy hard, Enid's werewolf head resting on one of her bare shoulders. And that was all she felt: Enid and her own terrible pleasure.
She wanted to tell Enid something, but no words came to her. Instead she only gasped as Enid's thrusting cock sent another shock-wave of pleasure raging through the lustful inferno that was her body. And another. And another. Again and again. Her werewolf girlfriend fucked her relentless. There was no end to her pleasure and no way for her pitiful human body to contain it all.
Wednesday moaned loudly as she came, slamming her ass back against Enid. Her pussy's inner walls tightened around Enid's shaft as the orgasm ravaged her body. Hard bliss pounded along every one of her nerves, sending Wednesday soaring with wild pleasure. And yet it wasn't nearly enough. Overwhelming as her climax was, it would be meaningless if Enid didn't join her.
It was then that Enid howled. Long and loud, a true werewolf howl. Wednesday felt her girlfriend thrust hard, felt her huge knot forcing its way into her climaxing pussy and tying their two bodies together.
Wednesday a second orgasm come rushing after the first the moment Enid knotted her. Her moans were almost as loud as her girlfriend's lustful howling. Her whole body lit up with feral pleasure, totally connected as she was to Enid.
Her orgasm only intensified when Wednesday felt Enid's werewolf cock twitch and shudder inside of her, flooding her womb with her lycanthropic seed. She gasped and twitched and moaned and whined as her girlfriend poured wave after wave of her pleasure into her pussy. And with Enid's knot firmly in place, there was no place for her seed to go other than deep into Wednesday.
Wednesday revelled in the feeling of her girlfriend coming inside of her, every throb of her werewolf cock lifting her further up into a feral ecstasy. She was almost certain that this was what joy felt like. To be trapped beneath her werewolf girlfriend, her own body howling with pleasure while Enid filled her womb with her orgasmic bliss.
She lost herself in pleasure, not entirely sure if it was her own or Enid's. Both. Every time she felt Enid's climaxing cock deliver another load inside of her was another time Wednesday felt her orgasm becoming wilder, more intense. She welcomed it. No, craved it. Needed to feel Enid's wild werewolf nature filling her, taking her, claiming her. Every drop of cum Enid spilled inside of her marked her body as belonging to the werewolf. And there was so much more of it than Wednesday had ever dared to hope for.
The two of them collapsed. Wednesday's body too ravaged by her climactic bliss to remain upright. She fell flat on the bed, Enid on top of her. But not for long. Enid quickly rolled off of her, probably frightened that she might crush Wednesday's body beneath her furry bulk. She did not pull out, though. Couldn't. Her large, swollen knot still tied the two of them together and so she more or less inadvertently pulled Wednesday on to her side.
Wednesday tried to get her breath under control, but it wasn't easy. Not with Enid still knotted inside of her, lying behind her, hugging her with her huge and powerful arms. She did allow herself to feel safe in Enid's furry embrace, but her mind was still abuzz with what had just happened.
"Enid?" said Wednesday.
There was a low rumble in reply.
"We should definitely do this again."
There was another rumble from Enid. It sounded pretty affirmative. And why wouldn't it be? Her thick knot stuck in her pussy was pretty definitive proof that Enid had enjoyed the experiment. Not to mention all of that werewolf seed that her red cock had shot of her.
Wednesday smiled, and it was probably a good thing Enid couldn't see it. She would've immediately spotted Wednesday was up to another one of her schemes. Not that it would've helped much. Wednesday had already executed her plan.
There were any number of ways to become a werewolf. The bite was traditional, of course. But history - and fiction - also spoke of other ways of becoming one. Magic, blood rituals, curses, that kind of thing.
And Enid had just filled her to the brim with... call it a werewolf's essence. And lycanthropy was famously contagious. With any luck, Enid had fucked her into becoming a werewolf. And if not, well, there was always the bite.
Wednesday pressed herself close against Enid. The feeling of her of blonde fur against her skin was quite relaxing. The feeling of her thick knot inside of her pussy much less so, but equally welcome.
Wednesday closed her eyes and tried to get some sleep.
Her dreams that night were wild and free and lit by the full moon.