John flicked through his post and sighed.  Yet another letter from his
mother, doubtless writing to pester him about why he still hadn't got
married.  He couldn't tell her the real reason, of course.  She'd have
a heart attack if she found out he'd spent his late teens screwing the
family's Labrador bitch any time he thought he wouldn't get caught.
He still didn't see a problem with it.  It wasn't like the dog ever
seemed to mind his attentions.  He was fussy about that.  Raping a dog
was just as bad as raping a woman, in his mind.

He pitched the letter into the dustbin.  His cock was getting hard with
those fond memories of sweaty dog sex, and he needed a shower before
he went out anyway.  He stripped off and wandered into the bathroom,
idly massaging his cock as he stepped into the shower.

			*	*	*

"Excuse me," said the athletic-looking brunette next to John at the bar.
"Have you got a light?"

John turned his head, and surreptitiously eyed her up as he pulled his
Zippo from his shirt pocket.  "Sure," he said, handing it to her.

She sparked up, taking a long drag on her cigarette, and handed back
the lighter.  "Cheers." She smiled, and gestured around them with the
cigarette.  "You a regular?"

John smiled back at her.  "Kind of," he said, looking into her eyes.
There was something odd about them.  Something vaguely familiar.  Still,
she was easy enough on the eye.  He got out another cigarette.	"You?"

She nodded as he sparked up.  "I try not to be.  Still, sometimes a girl
needs some fresh meat," she said.

John grinned, and ran with the line.  "You like your meat to get fresh
with you, eh?"

"I like a man who has a way with his mouth," she replied, resting one
hand on his chest.  He felt her nails pressing into him through his shirt
as she leaned closer.  "Why don't you show me what you can do with it?"

John's cock hardened in his jeans.  "Your place or mine?"

"Yours."

			*	*	*

They were barely through the door of John's flat when she grabbed his
shoulders and pushed him to his knees almost effortlessly.  "About that
mouth of yours," she said, unbuttoning her own jeans.

John pulled her jeans down, his eyes widening as he saw she had nothing
on underneath them.  She leaned back against the wall, feet apart, and
John buried his face in her crotch.  There was something familiar about
the smell... something not quite human.  He lapped hungrily at her naked
pussy, tongue darting between its lips to caress her clitoris and savour
her juices.

She grabbed his head, moaning with delight, and he licked faster, that
strangely familiar smell making him eager to please her.  He slipped
a finger inside her pussy, rocking it in and out as he licked her.
She tipped her head back and let out an oddly lupine howl of delight as
he pushed in a second finger.  His jeans were straining to contain his
erection, and he suddenly realised why he recognised the smell.

She climaxed with a long, drawn-out howl, her pussy rhythmically
contracting around his probing fingers.  She sagged slightly, her knees
almost giving way, and let go of his head, panting for breath.	"You...
certainly know what do with your mouth," she said, kicking away her jeans.

John stood up, and she grabbed his shirt and pulled it open as casually
as she'd pushed him to his knees, sending buttons flying.  Her hands
slipped inside it, caressing his chest, stroking his nipples, pinching
them gently.  He groaned, leaning into her, rubbing his denim-bound crotch
against her.  She dropped one hand to the bulge in his jeans and grinned.
"You want me."	She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans with lightning
speed, yanking them down along with his shorts, leaving her face level
with his cock.

"Mmmm.	Quite a specimen."  She ran her tongue around the head of his
cock, almost making him come on the spot. She looked up at him for
a moment, and he noticed her eyes were almost... yellow.  Like they
weren't really human eyes.  Then she took him in her mouth, and all
he could think about was the sensation of her lips gripping his shaft,
her tongue caressing the head of his cock, her nails brushing ever so
lightly across his balls.

"Ohhhh.... god...." he groaned, curling his fingers in her hair.
She rocked her head back and forth, swiftly tipping him over the edge.
He gasped with delight as come spurted from his cock into her hot,
hungry mouth, feeling her swallow the sticky fluid and draw her head back.

She peeled off her top as she stood back up.  "That's just for starters,"
she whispered in his ear, her breath hot on his neck, her hand still
gently cupping his balls.

John slipped off his shirt and stepped out of his jeans, and raised
his hands to stroke her now-naked breasts.  She smiled, leaning back
against the wall again as her nipples hardened under his caresses.
John leaned forward and kissed her neck.  "What are you?" he whispered.

She grinned wickedly.  "Not quite human," she said.  "And if you can
tell...  well, I think I have a lot to offer you.  Stand back and watch."

John stepped back, reluctantly removing his hands from her breasts,
and watched as she dropped to all fours, her body seeming to change
even as her hands hit the floor.  He stared in amazement as gray-brown
fur sprang up, a tail curled upward from the base of her spine, and the
shape of her body shifted.  Her head stretched, mouth and nose turning
into a long muzzle, and her hands and feet transformed into paws, until
she was completely indistinguishable from a bitch wolf.

"My god!" he said.  "You're..."  He trailed off as her golden eyes looked
into his.  She turned around, then, and presented her hindquarters to him,
her tail curled upwards to give him easy access.

His cock sprang to attention, and he knelt down behind her.  "I can't
believe this is happening," he muttered, eagerly plunging his cock into
her pussy.  She howled with delight, and he started to fuck her, burying
his cock to the hilt inside her with each thrust.  It had been far too
long since he'd been able to find a willing bitch.  He thrust faster,
harder, groaning with pleasure, his balls tightening again.  They came
together, her pussy hungrily milking his cock as his come spurted into
her, her head tipped back in a howl of delight.

John knelt back, his cock slipping from her sated pussy.  She turned
around to face him, extending her long red tongue to lick their mingled
juices off his softening cock.	The thought that crossed his mind then
felt horribly cliched, but he said it anyway.  "Dammit, you are one
sexy bitch."

She transformed back into the athletic brunette he'd met in the bar,
and kissed him deeply, filling his mouth with the taste of come and
wolf-pussy.  She broke off the kiss. "And you're going to be one sexy
wolf," she replied.

He stared back at her, baffled. "What do you mean?"

"You'll see.  Let's go to bed."

			*	*	*

John was awoken in the morning by the sudden chill as the covers were
yanked off.  She stood at the foot of his bed, naked and grinning.  "So
how did it feel to meet your dream girl and fuck her furry brains out?"

John looked up at her.  "Fucking fantastic.  Please tell me it wasn't a
dream... hey, I never got your name last night."

"Anna," she replied, dropping the covers and kneeling astride him.  She
ran her hands lovingly over his chest.  "What's yours?"

He gasped as she pinched his nipples.  "John."  He ran his hands over the
insides of her thighs.  "Do you want breakfast?"

She leaned forward and kissed his forehead.  "Got any steaks in the fridge?"
she asked.

"No, sorry.  Fantastic idea, though."  He blinked, puzzled.  "Why do I
want raw meat all of a sudden?"

Anna grinned wickedly and climbed off him.  "You'll see.  Take a look in
the mirror," she said airily, walking out of the bedroom.

John got up, seeing no point in staying in a bed without covers, and
walked to the bathroom.  He looked at his reflection, leaning closer, and
then recoiled.  The irises of his eyes had taken on the same yellowish
tint as Anna's.  He screamed in panic.  "My god! What's happening to my
eyes?"

Anna poked her head around the bathroom door.  "You just fucked a girl
with yellowy eyes who turns into a wolf bitch.  I think you can work out
the rest."

John leaned back against the wall, pressing his shoulder blades against it,
willing it to open up and swallow him.  "My mother'll have fucking kittens!"

Anna laughed.  "You were planning on telling your mother you're turning
into a werewolf?  Y'know, most of the stories are a bunch of bullshit.
We sure as hell don't turn into ravening monsters at the full moon and
bite people's heads off."

"Make it stop."

She shook her head, walking towards him.  "Can't do that.  Besides, fair's
fair.  You like fucking wolf cunt, I like getting fucked with wolf cock.
How do you think I ended up like this in the first place?"

John blinked, some semblance of sanity reasserting itself.  "Oh.  Um.
Right, yes."  He looked into her eyes as she stopped in front of him,
and smiled.  "So, um... what do we do now?"

Anna kissed him on the cheek.  "We put some clothes on and go to the shops
and buy some nice juicy steaks, we come back here, we eat raw meat, and
then..." She smiled.  "Then we do what comes naturally."

			*	*	*

John licked the blood off his fingers and looked across the table at Anna.
She smiled at him, and pulled her top off.  "Better get your clothes off,"
she said, standing up and unfastening her jeans.

He got to his feet, whipping his T-shirt off as Anna peeled off her jeans
and kicked them away.  She smiled, licking her lips as he unfastened his
jeans and let them fall to the floor.  His shorts quickly followed, letting
his cock spring free.

Anna eyed his cock hungrily.  "Mmm.  Now, concentrate on the moment your
cock slipped into my wolf cunt.  Remember how my fur rubbed against you as
you fucked me.  Remember it."

John closed his eyes, his cock hardening further as he recalled the wolfy
smell of her pussy, the feeling of her fur rubbing against his thighs,
the moment he sent his come spurting into her pussy.  He dropped to all
fours, feeling his body change as he replayed that glorious fuck.  His
perceptions shifted, turning into an uncanny blend of human and lupine
senses.  The transformation complete, he padded over to Anna.  She gave
a moan of delight, stroking his muzzle as he lapped hungrily at her
pussy with his long, wet tongue.

Anna pushed John away for a moment, and dropped to all fours herself,
remaining in her human form.  "Take me," she said.  John mounted her
eagerly, his wolf-cock plunging into her pussy, and she gasped with
delight. "Oh, yes..." she groaned, pushing her hips back against him as
he thrust into her.  

He felt the knot at the base of his cock starting to swell and stopped
thrusting, his cock buried deep in her pussy.  She whimpered with delight
as his knot expanded, locking his cock firmly inside her.  Operating on
pure instinct, he swung his right hind leg over her, turning around so
that they faced in opposite directions.  He gave a small growl of pleasure
as the first dose of wolf-come spurted out of his cock into her firmly
sealed pussy, and she shifted her left arm slightly so she could reach
down and start rubbing her clit with her right hand.

They stayed locked together for a good half an hour.  John growled with
pleasure at each spurt of come that he fired into Anna, and howled when
he felt her pussy tighten rhythmically around his cock, taking his come
deep inside her.  Finally his knot shrank back down, and he slipped his
cock out of Anna's pussy.  Wolf-come flowed out of her as he sat back on
his haunches, licking his cock to make it slip back into its sheath.

Anna sighed, and got to her feet somewhat unsteadily. "I was right.  You
are a *damnably* sexy wolf."  She scritched between his ears affectionately.
"I need a shower now.  Getting dog cock is so *messy*."