Once Bitten (CLOSED)

[intriguess]

Mackenize watched as Sharon melted under her touch, the rage fading into desire. Mac stood nodding, "That's a good idea." It would be a simple thing to follow Sharon, Mac's heightened senses could follow her scent pretty much anywhere. She picked up her drink and finished it off, ignoring the longing looks from the staff as she placed a hand on Sharon's back and guided her easily out the door.

She watched as Sharon tottered to her car, looking almost drunk, and Mac struggled with the strange feelings of desire and disgust that stirred within her. She looked up at the sky, seeing the faintest sliver of the moon, knowing it was growing again. It was only a matter of time before she transformed again, and knowing that Sharon was available, well it solved one problem while creating many many more.

Mackenzie drove her own car, her senses allowing her to trail behind Sharon, she watched the poor woman stumble to the door. She could have been there in a flash but she still had a strong urge to make her suffer. She parked her car a discrete distance away and strolled to the door, opening it without bothering to knock. Scenting urine on the air and feeling a strong sense of relief as she realized Sharon was not pregnant. A part of her wished the test would come out positive if only to further torment Sharon.

It was amazing how strongly she felt about that bitch, the word came easily to her mind, after all, wasn't Sharon basically her bitch? Her slutty pathetic bitch?

"How much longer?" she asked, casually undoing Sharon's blouse, her own sexual needs raging out of control. Mackenzie had Sharon stripped naked, down on the couch, with her legs spread open in next to no time.

 

[Malvolio]

As she drove, Sharon felt drunk. Mackenzie's orders had completely overwhelmed her and she needed to obey and serve her. At that point, Mackenzie could have asked Sharon to lie down in the road and she probably would have considered it. Mixed with the desire to obey was a strong sexual need for release and to be with Mackenzie. Thoughts of kissing Mackenzie's beautiful lips and perfect breasts swam through Sharon's mind. Of laying back as Mackenzie climbed atop her, kissed her and took her. Of Mackenzie turning her over, pressing against her hips, pinching her nipples and then taking her from behind as a wolf.

Sharon snapped out of her revere. She was home. She stumbled to the door and let herself in. She saw Mackenzie parking and hurriedly made her way to the bathroom with the pregnancy tests.

Minutes later, Sharon emerged from the bathroom to find Mackenzie waiting. "Just a few minutes more," she whispered nervously.

As Mackenzie drew close, Sharon suddenly held her breath. Her heart was racing and her knees shook. Mackenzie began to undo her blouse and Sharon's subconscious screamed "yes!" as her conscious, rational mind told her she was crazy and what was she doing.

"Oh God, Mackenzie, please yes please! Oh God please yes!"

As Mackenzie pressed Sharon's now nude body back down on the couch, Sharon whimpered and trembled with lust as she watched Mackenzie undress her perfect, beautiful body. Mackenzie's breasts were a sight to behold, even more perfect this close up than they'd appeared that night in the forest. Sharon licked her lips in anticipation and opened her legs wide to Mackenzie.

"Please take me, Mackenzie. Oh God, please, I'm yours to take! Anything, just fuck me, please!"

The hungry look in Mackenzie's eye was enough for Sharon to know she was in for the fuck of her life.

 

[intriguess]

She wanted to make her beg for it, but it happened all too soon. Mackenzie removed her own clothing in a flash, her own powerful frame overwhelming the pale blonde thing below her. Her mouth ravaged Sharon's flesh without leaving a mark. She was very careful not to bite, unsure of just how her condition had been transmitted, and not willing to take a risk. Her hot lips teased along the poor woman's neck, down her breasts and skipping over her scent filled cunt to nip along her inner thigh.

Sharon's need was obvious, and with a sick sort of glee, Mac took the nearest phallic object and began fucking her bitch with it. It was odd to know that Sharon could not resist her no matter what. Briefly she wondered if seeing this would arouse or horrify Mark, but thinking of him only made her hornier, and she finally flipped Sharon over so she wouldn't have to look at the bitch and continued fucking her senselessly.

Her own howls of desire and frustration echoing the roughness as she used the object to roughly fuck her pale bitch.

 

[Malvolio]

Sharon gasped as Mackenzie's lips first touched her neck. She felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Had Mackenzie wanted to, she could have truly hurt Sharon and Sharon knew it.

Mackenzie worked her way down, licking Sharon's breasts and nipples. Sharon moaned as Mackenzie's nimble tongue danced about her flesh. Sharon grew wetter and wetter with each passing second. At this moment, everything felt so right and perfect and Sharon felt safe in Mackenzie's arms.

As Mackenzie teased the insides of her thighs, Sharon couldn't hold back her cries any longer.

"Oh God, Mackenzie, yes! Yes! Take me! Take me!"

Sharon hadn't noticed the cucumber that Mackenzie had fetched from the refrigerator when she'd arrived and while Sharon was still in the bathroom. She watched with odd fascination as Mackenzie inserted it into her already dripping wet cunt and was suddenly startled by the change in tempo from the graceful, but passionate kisses to the now wantonly aggressive fucking. Sharon moaned and cried, feeling both pleasure and a sense of being overwhelmed as Mackenzie glided the phallic cucumber in and out of Sharon's sex.

Mackenzie's expression seemed to change from lust to one of frustration and irritation as she looked down at Sharon. Moments later, Sharon found herself face down on her belly as Mackenzie got behind her, inserted the other end of the phallus into her own sex and, gripping it with her vaginal muscles, proceeded to further guide it in and out of Sharon.

"Ooh-ooh-ooh-ohhhhhh!" Sharon moaned as Mackenzie continued pumping her harder and harder.

Unlike Sharon's cries of pleasure and pain, Mackenzie's own cries and howls seemed a mixture of frustration for further desire. For an instant, Sharon wondered if Mackenzie wasn't getting off on their fucking. Seconds later, a powerful orgasm shook Sharon's body to its core and she collapsed into a trembling heap of limbs.

Eventually, Sharon came to her senses and looked up at Mackenzie's sweat covered form, which sat on her knees, hovering above Sharon. The cucumber phallus still protruded from Mackenzie's cunt.

Slowly, Sharon turned her body and crawled face first to Mackenzie's side. She gingerly kissed the insides of Mackenzie's thighs and worked her way up to her sex. Sharon slowly kissed the tip of the cucumber and proceeded to perform mock fellatio upon the phallus protruding from Mackenzie's pussy. As she performed for Mackenzie, Sharon moaned. Unexpectedly, Sharon found herself further aroused by the actions she was performing. She looked up at Mackenzie, making eye contact. The cool, predatory look reflected in Mackenzie's eyes both scared and further aroused Sharon.

"Mackenzie," Sharon whispered. "I... I'm yours. You can... you can take me any way you want. I... I want you to fuck me. Use me."

Sharon paused for a moment and closed her eyes, not believing what she was about to say next.

"I... I want to be there when you change again. I want to watch you and let you fuck me. You can bite me, make your bitch, whatever you want. If you want me to participate in a threesome with you and Mark, I'll do that too."

As she spoke, Sharon withdrew the cucumber from Mackenzie's pussy and then wordless shifted her attention to licking Mackenzie's dripping cunt.

 

[intriguess]

Mackenzie was thrilled and disgusted, the two warring emotions fueling her lusts as Sharon went completely submissive. She knew it was barely a week until the change and she looked forward to fucking Sharon again, even as it horrified her. She had no idea how to even begin to explain this to Mark, and she wondered if everyone she had sex with would be so incredible bonded to her. She felt protective of both Mark and Sharon, and a large part of that was to protect them from herself.

She let her fingers dig into Sharon's skull as the bitch tasted the heat of Mac's cunt. The most vile degrading words fell from her lips, and the small human part of her that would have been horrified to even think the words was growing smaller and smaller. Her new personality felt vindicated and justified to call Sharon horrible things, as if the degredation made it that much hotter.

"you fucking slut, you want to be my bitch don't you? you want to get fucked by the wolf and take it like a real bitch? you want to get down on all fours and get mounted night after night underneath the full moon? well careful what you wish for, because I plan to fuck you rough and hard all three nights in my wolf form. I'm going to fuck you whenever and wherever I want, with whatever I want," her voice was rough and growls interspersed the monologue as she finally came, juices running down her thighs.

She wondered about Mark, could she have him as a woman, and have Sharon as a wolf? would such a liason spare him from her animalistic side?

 

[Malvolio]

Sharon moaned and groaned as Mackenzie gripped her hair and pressed her face tightly into her cunt. The cursing only fueled the sense of humiliation and degradation that Sharon felt. It was then that she realized she'd secretly been craving the humiliation all along. Ever since Mackenzie had first mounted her that night in the woods as a wolf, Sharon had longed for further torment at her hands.

When Mackenzie finally came, Sharon faithfully lapped up her juices, cleaning her pussy and the insides of Mac's thighs. When her work was done, she looked up at her mistress and laid her cheek on Mackenzie's sweat covered breasts.

"Anything for you, Mackenzie. Anything... mistress," Sharon cooed.

Sharon's thoughts drifted back to the pregnancy test results waiting for her in the bathroom. Somehow now, she suspected she wasn't really pregnant, but she still needed to confirm this.

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Back at Mackenzie's apartment, Mark sat at the kitchen table staring at the food he'd prepared for them. Mac wasn't home yet and wasn't answering her cell phone. He wondered what had happened to her as this was not like her at all.

 

[intriguess]

Having cum seemed to have cleared her mind, and all she felt now was disgust as she looked down at Sharon. She stood up, roughly pushing her off, not bothering to say anything as she went to bathroom. Mackenzie felt strangely gleeful that the pregnancy test was an odd shade of green, as she flicked the shower on, rinsing the scent of Sharon off her body.

She was done by the time Sharon came crawling around, being a little hurried and rough with the towel, her tender nipples red from the treatment. She slapped Sharon on the ass as she left the bitch to face a false positive. Mackenzie dressed quickly and easily, her speed and reflexes making the drive home dangerously fast.

Mackenzie was starving, and insatiable unsure of what she wanted more, food or to feel the comfort of his body inside hers. She smiled as she entered, dropping her keys and giving him a long deep kiss, hoping to take the edge off of one of her hungers.

"I got distracted." she offered as an explaination.

 

[Malvolio]

As Mackenzie shoved her away, Sharon felt hurt and empty at the casual dismissal so quickly after sex.

"You even fuck like a man now, Mackenzie," she muttered under her breath.

Mac whirled around and gave Sharon an icy stare that caused her to cower. Sharon sat trembling on the couch while Mackenzie showered and cleansed herself. When the water stopped, Sharon cautiously slipped into the bathroom and stared in horror at the (unknowingly false) positive result of the pregnancy test. Mackenzie's sudden slap across the ass shook Sharon from her thoughts.

"Mackenzie, when will I see you again?" Sharon called, tears welling in her eyes as Mackenzie strode out the front door.

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Mark rushed to the hallway as he heard the door open. Mackenzie casually walked into the apartment, dropped her keys and kissed him. For a moment, he was about to pursue the questioning further, but she was clearly interested in something else and he let it go.

Seconds later, they were in the bedroom and clothing was flying in every direction. Mark pressed Mackenzie's half nude body against the wall and worked his way down, starting from her ears and neck. As he licked and then nipped at her nipples, Mackenzie yelped in pain. Mark suddenly looked up, a momentarily confused look, then wrote it off to her approaching period.

Mark carried Mackenzie across the room, threw her down upon the bed and pulled her pants and thong off. "Dinner time," he chuckled and hungrily buried his face and her wet, swollen pussy.

As he licked and teased her, Mark moaned with pleasure. Never had he enjoyed eating a woman out the way he did Mackenzie. Tonight she smelled sweeter than ever as she wrapped her legs around his head.

 

[intriguess]

Mark made her feel like a woman, and she relished every moment. When his mouth got a little rough with her tender nipples she yelped unexpectedly. Luckily he took the hint, and when he got a little rough with her, she played along. She desperately needed to feel feminine, and mauling him was distinctly not girly. Mackenzie wrapped her legs around him, longing for the feel of him buried inside her. Each stroke making her feel like a woman even as she recalled what it had been like to be buried inside Sharon.

It was doubly hot as she knew exactly what he was feeling. She was tender with him, far more tender than she had been of late, her hips rising and falling coaxing him to a steady deep pace. It went beyond the manic sex they usually had, and she knew one thing, that no matter what, she could not live without him, and after a heady orgasm, she cried, seeing no way for happily ever after.

Her period and the full moon were approaching rapidly, barely a week away, and she was not prepared to show him that side of her, especially as Sharon was readily available to fulfill her animalistic lusts.

 

[Malvolio]

A few nights later, Mark was finishing his rounds at the hospital. Mackenzie had been acting weird that morning, seeming very distant and distracted. Mark had written it off to the arrival of her period that morning and left her to her space. Before they went their separate ways for work, he kissed her goodbye and said he'd call her later in the afternoon as he usually did before coming home. She said nothing, but he let that go as well.

Now Mark sat in his office, his phone receiver pressed to his ear as Mackenzie's cell phone rang again and again. The voicemail kicked in and he left a message.

"Hey baby, its Mark. Just calling to see how your day's been and see if you'd like to go for a drive with me tonight. It's going to be a beautiful, warm night and no clouds to block the full moon. I thought we might go for a drive up to our little picnic spot and have a moonlight picnic of our own. Call me."

Two hours later, as Mark left work he still hadn't heard back from Mackenzie. He drove home in silence, wondering what was going on now. Cramps maybe? Perhaps she'd gone home early and was sleeping?

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Sharon had left the hospital earlier than usual that afternoon. She'd realized at lunchtime that it was the first night of the full moon and she knew this meant Mackenzie would probably come looking for her. Once home, she showered and changed into a simple t-shirt and running shorts. After eating some pasta, she sat in front of the TV amid the early evening's long shadows, her cell phone resting nearby.

 

[intriguess]

Mackenzie stared at the phone, it was that time of the month again, in more ways than one as she debated what to do. The forrested area by Mark's home was definetly too close to home. She took a shower, and slipped a robe on not bothering with clothing. Finally she dialed Sharon and barked a quick instructions to a deserted park area.

Mackenzie drove rapidly her new reflexes giving her confidence beyond her indestructiability. She slipped out of her car and went to the specified clearing and removed her robe. Her skin was already tingling, and she'd conveniently forgotten her phone at the house. The setting sun no longer made her nervous as she scented Sharon, and felt her muscles burning as her body shifted. The change seemed less painful, bordering on pleasurable, and her cock was up and ready to fuck by the time her body phased.

She howled a sultry sound of freedom as she bared her fangs at Sharon watching the trembling fingers rapidly remove her clothing. Mac the wolf quickly took her down, pinning her underneath the large furry werewolf body. She stared into Sharon's eye and grinned her fangs dripping with salivia as she smelled that Sharon was, for whatever reason, physically ready for sex.

Mackenzie wasted no time in driving her cock into Sharon feeling it bottom out and ram against Sharon's cervix. She was more deliberate this time, pounding into Sharon, fucking her hard and deep, enjoying her cries, as she fucked the bitch.

 

[Malvolio]

When Mackenzie’s call came, Sharon faithfully obeyed. She drove to the wooded location Mac had specified and parked her car beside Mackenzie’s own. From there, she made her way to the clearing. As she approached, she heard a mixture of moans and cries as if a woman was in the throes of passion. The moans changed to a throaty growl as Sharon emerged from the tree line.

Before her, squatting on the ground was the familiar form of Mackenzie’s wolfen shape. The beast seemed disoriented at first and slowly raised its head to make eye contact with Sharon. The beast howled and then bared its teeth at Sharon as she stepped fully into the clearing. A sharp stab of desire echoed through Sharon’s body, but it was tinged with a mixture of fear, horror and revulsion. Fear of what this beast could do to her if she failed to please it, horror at the thought of what it planned to do to her and revulsion at herself for willingly and wantonly participating in the deviant act she was about to perform.

Sharon shook as she slowly undressed and the beast eagerly watched, its eyes reflecting its carnal desires. Sharon glanced at the bathrobe lying discarded off to the side. For a moment, she felt disappointment of having been too late to witness the transformation. Something about the process had been so very erotic to Sharon. She wondered how Mackenzie had felt as her body changed, hair sprouted and bones shifted. Did it hurt? Did she feel pleasure from it? Both? Sharon even considered what it would be like to experience that feeling herself, but then pushed the thought away in horror. It was then that she noticed the wolf’s swollen erect cock eagerly waiting for her own moistening snatch.

No sooner had Sharon removed the last of her garments when the wolf was upon her, knocking her down and pressing its powerful body against hers. The beast started lustfully at her, its snout and powerful jaws mere inches from her face. The creature sniffed and growled, drool dripping from its fangs.

Without any further hesitation, the wolf drove its cock into Sharon’s waiting pussy. The beast hadn’t bothered to flip her over onto her belly but was instead taking her in a missionary position. The hard, deep thrusts plunged in and out of Sharon’s sex and she cried out in pain at the sudden and forceful intrusion deep into her vagina. As the forceful fucking continued, Sharon’s cries shifted to a mixture of pain, pleasure and terror. The beast roared with delight, snarled and howled as it took perverse delight in the physical pleasure it felt and Sharon’s own mixed cries.

It’s enjoying tormenting me like this, Sharon thought, one of her last coherent thoughts of the night. At the same time, Sharon’s subconscious felt compelled to reward the beast for its carnal activity and her moans only grew louder and more frequent.

“Yes! Fuck me! Yessssss! Fuuucck meeeee! Yaaaaaaaaahhhhhh!”

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Mark arrived back at home shortly after sunset. Finding the house deserted and Mackenzie and her car missing, he grew concerned. When he spotted her cell phone sitting on the kitchen counter turned off but with the battery still having a charge, Mark’s heart leap in panic.

“Here we go again,” he thought, his heart beating faster and faster.

Mark quickly scribbled a note for Mac to call him should she come home before he was back and he raced back to his car. For hours, Mark drove all over the area searching for any sign on Mackenzie or her car. He called her parents and brothers, but they had neither seen nor heard anything from her.

As he drove, Mark felt a mixture of fear and anger. She’d disappeared like this before and her explanations had always been cavalier and dismissive. But what if something really happened this time, he worried.

He suddenly thought of Sharon and attempted to reach her. No answer. Could this be more than a coincidence? The two women seemed to hate one another and Sharon had even made those bizarre allegations about Mackenzie last month. But both had always turned up, safe and sound. What the devil was going on here?

Mark continued his drive. It was now approaching midnight and he’d still neither seen nor heard from either woman. He stopped at an all night diner and sat at the counter sipping a cup of coffee and pondering the mystery before him.

 

[intriguess]

She had meant to leave a note, saying she wasn't feeling well, but the lust and thoughts of being the animal had driven such rational thoughts from her mind.

Mac was being deliberate in the fucking, long steady pace, like a slow jack hammer slamming into Sharon's body. She could feel every slick inch of the bitch's cunt, enjoying the painful gasp when she drove into the cervix. It didn't take long for Sharon to begin to enjoy it, and the bitch's moan only drove Mac as a wolf to pound harder. Her control was absolute and she licked Sharon's neck and breasts as she continued to relentlessly fuck her bitch. It was an intense feeling as she tried to withdraw completely and slam back in only to find the head massively swollen and would not pop out. She growled in delight as she tormented Sharon with her beastly cock, cum was oozing out of the tip and some managing to seep out of her reddened cunt.

The hours passed quickly for Mac as she forcefully fucked the bitch, but for Sharon the time seemed to go on forever. Mac sensed the rising of the sun and with a deep forceful thrust erupted inside Sharon. It was a strange feeling to be changing just after her orgasm, to see the wolf cum oozing freely from Sharon's swollen sex.

Sharon was pretty out of it, and Mac was relieved that she didn't feel guilty. .

 

[Malvolio]

Mark sat in the diner for another hour before his heavy eyes told him it was time to give up and go home to sleep. He drove around for another 30 minutes before he finally gave up and returned home. Sleep claimed his weary mind quickly and he drifted off.

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Sharon was screaming in agony. The hours upon hours of beastial fucking had left her bruised, battered and sore. The wolf licked at her neck and breasts, simultaneously thrilling and disgusting Sharon. Sharon passed out and came to multiple times throughout the night, sometimes awakening to intense pleasure, sometimes intense pain, sometimes both.

Sharon gasped as she felt the head of the wolf's cock inflate, the knot binding them together. The repeated withdrawals and deep thrusts left Sharon's body spasming and trembling.

"No... no... noooo... noooo mooooorrrrreeee..." she begged.

As the sky began to lighten, Sharon was suddenly awoken by yet another sharp thrust, accompanied by an unearthly howl as the beast released its cum deep into Sharon's cunt. Seconds later, Sharon felt the wolfen cock begin to shrink and withdraw. The fur covered body of the beast felt lighter, less powerful, less insistent and soon Sharon could feel soft, sweat drenched skin against her own cum and sweat soaked body.

Sharon's last memory before slipping back into unconsciousness was watching Mackenzie's wolfen muzzle finish retracting into her face and the last of the fur vanish from her body. The sweat covered Mackenzie looked down at her and laughed tauntingly as the last of the wolf faded from her eyes.

"See you again tomorrow night, slut," Mackenzie hissed as the blackness claimed Sharon.

 

[intriguess]

Mackenzie wrapped herself up in her robe, feeling relieved and struggling with the inhuman feelings coursing through her. She'd been quite the rapist as the wolf and she was bothered that she wasn't bothered as she returned home. She slipped into his house, and tossed the robe in the laundry, she smelled off. Mackenzie stepped into the shower, hoping not to wake Mark.

As she washed her body she noticed subtle differences, her nipples were swollen, and no amount of warmth was subduing them. The color was dark purple, and looked as if she was nursing a starving infant rather than a woman who was definetly not pregnant. Her skin was perfect as always, the muscles underneath well defined. The real shock was between her legs, her outer labia were half their usual plump size, leaving her inner lips exposed, and her clit.

Her clit was swollen, the usually tiny knob even when aroused was easily ten times it's usual size, protruding from underneath it's usual cover. She turned the water to cold, hoping to decrease the swelling, but if anything it seemed to swell a little more.

She was inwardly frantic wondering how to explain such a change to Mark. She left the shower, her body heat evaporating the remaining droplets as she moved to the bedroom. Early morning light flooded the room and she felt the desperate need to feel like a woman, a human woman, as she slipped the covers back and moved to suck his cock.

Needing to feel in control as she brought his morning wood to completeness.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark stirring from his slumber and became aware of another body moving beside him and then the sensation of something warm and wet tending to his erect penis. Still dazed from his sleep and not thinking clearly, he ran his hands through the hair of the woman servicing him. He shut his eyes again and laid gasping softly, his blood pumping and his orgasm growing closer to fruition.

As his hazy mind slowly clearly the sucking grew stronger and more insistent. "M-Mac-Mackenzie?" he mumbled. Suddenly unable to hold back any longer, Mark exploded into Mackenzie's hungry mouth, pumping his semen deeply into her eager throat.

As the explosive orgasm hit, Mark's mind cleared and he recalled the previous night's events. Mac had been missing, he'd searched all night and come home alone with no trace of her. Now, here she was at 6:30am, eagerly sucking him off as he woke.

As his orgasm subsided, Mark peeled back the sheets and stared at Mackenzie in surprise.

"Mackenzie... baby... I... I don't know what to say. What... what happened to you last night? I was worried, I drove around looking everywhere.

"Baby, you keep disappearing like this and you're scaring the shit out of me. What's going on?"

Despite his questioning, Mark still felt the urgent need to take Mackenzie, to make love to her and to be close to her. His fears were more out of longing need to be with her and the thought that she might be spending time in the arms of another man for whom she might leave him.

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Back in the clearing, Sharon crawled to her feet and struggled to put her clothing on. Her entire body hurt, but her breasts and vagina were particularly sore. Small cuts, scrapes and brush burns covered her entire body and her lower abdomen insides hurt. Slowly, she made her way back to her car and drove him. Calling in sick for the day, Sharon struggled through a cold shower and collapsed nude and still wet on her bed. Her cell phone lay beside her head, having forgotten to turn it off.

 

[intriguess]

She did her best to look contrite, "I'm sorry." She licked her lips slowly before kissing up his body to linger over his lips. "I just feel so crappy and crabby this time of the month, and I didn't want to lash out at you because I'm all bloated and irritable." She ran her tongue along her lower lip, "I thought you would sleep better if I wasn't tossing and turning beside you." She continued placing soft little kisses along his shoulders neck and chest, hoping to overcome any negative feelings. She didn't want him to be angry with her, the very thought was very upsetting.

"I just love you so much that it's overwhelming to be around you so much." She looked down unable to meet his gaze as she'd finally declared her love, mere hours after savagely fucking Sharon. She was torn between the different aspects of herself, the shy polite librarian she'd been before, the sex crazed dominant women she tended to be around Mark, the animalistic horny wolf, and who she wanted to be.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark stared into Mackenzie's soft brown eyes. Her tenderness and apology moved him, but he felt confused about the reason. Where had she gone? And then her inability to meet his gaze.

Mark decided this would be the last time. He'd let this pass, but would watch her closely now. He had to know the truth about what was happening.

Wordlessly, he kissed her lips and neck. He slowly rolled her over and touched her moistening sex. When she flinched, he paused for a moment. And then he felt her labia and clit. Had Mackenzie seen his expression, she would have known of his surprise and suspicion. He wasn't sure how it had gotten like this, but he suspected immediately that she had been with someone else the night before.

Mark continued their passion, sliding his own hardening member into her pussy. As they went at it, his pumping grew harder and more aggressive. He realized he was fucking roughly, angrily and probably hurting her but she didn't care. Throughout the process, he didn't say a word, but steadily pumped and sawed in and out of her.

At last he came, emptying his juices into her cunt. They laid together and his anger subsided. He couldn't bear to be upset with her. The bond he felt was too strong. In that moment, he hated himself and her. Why couldn't she be honest with him? He'd trusted and loved her.

"Mackenzie," he whispered. "I love you. And I would never lie or deceive you. Promise me the same?"

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Sharon's dreams were haunted with visions of Mackenzie and the wolf. They were like two twin tormentors, abusing and taunting her. Her body was their plaything and she was helpless to resist. Worse, she didn't WANT to resist. But something told her she must...

In that instant, she awoke with a start. Sweating and gasping for air, Sharon raced to the bathroom and vomited into the toilet. As she cleaned herself up, she looked into the mirror at herself.

"I have to resist... or I'll never be able to live with myself."

 

[intriguess]

A lie of omission, this was going to be complicated, she had no idea how to even begin to explain what had been going on with her. What she expected to be a tender moment turned savage. She was left feeling empty, wanting and she was stifling tears when he finally did speak. She just nodded wordlessly.

"You should probably be getting ready for work." It was another conflict, she wanted to lay with him, remain in physical contact with him, and another part wanted to be alone to deal with her thoughts and actions about last night.

It had been such a relief to have Sharon there to slake her lusts on, but now it just seemed so wrong, and she vowed not to call today, to find another way, any other way. Perhaps a sedative, to deal with the wolf inside her.

She had already arranged to have the next two days off work, as she was always out of sorts on those days between changes. By afternoon she had decided to leave a note and her car behind. "Find me if you can," she sealed it with a kiss and hoped her tone was playful. She left shoe prints to the wooded area, then she trailed her clothes behind her. She'd already tried the strongest sedative she could get her hands on, and enough alcohol to destroy her liver, neither had worked. She howled in human form, all her pent up frustration in one single sound, unaware that in that one moment she called both her lovers to her.

She stood naked as the sunset, and she saw Sharon. She smiled, as if somehow she had known nothing would keep her bitch from her. She held out her hand and casually instructed Sharon to strip. Mackenzie's touch was tender as the light faded from the land, her muscles knotting, joints popping the dark reddish hair sprouting.

It should be painful yet every crunch, pop, muscle stretch burned pleasantly, before it was like being ripped apart and being rebuilt, now it was like passing under a waterfall and coming out changed on the other side. She smiled at Sharon, and with an odd tenderness licked each and every tender spot, each cut, each bruise.

She allowed Sharon to choose when to lay down, and Mac as a wolf welcomed the moment when Sharon willingly parted her thighs. The bruises surprised her and at the same time she felt a sort of pride at making them. Her rough wet tongue teased and taunted Sharon's slick folds. It was interesting how her control had swung in the opposite direction tonight. It was also interesting that some part of her liked that Sharon was ovulating and that her body was ripe for sex. She took delight in making Sharon beg like a bitch, and eventually she nudged her onto her belly, to take her doggy style.

Sharon complied raising her hips and spreading her knees. It took Mac a little effort to plunge her thick animal cock into her, once the swollen tip was in, they were locked together as Mac set a slow pace screwing Sharon down to the ground before pulling back until her knees were almost off the ground.

 

[Malvolio]

As the day grew late, Sharon drove to Mackenzie's apartment, knowing she couldn't stay away. She went to the woods and found Mackenzie waiting. Somehow she'd known where to go. It was like Mackenzie was an irresistible magnet to her.

Mackenzie stood brazen and nude in the clearing as Sharon approached. Sharon was surprised by how warm and gentle she seemed tonight. The change seemed slower and less violent than before and Mac as a wolf was downright gentle. Sharon moaned in pleasure and begged Mac to continue as the wolf fucked her.

As the wolf's knot bound them together, Sharon felt herself hoisted off the ground. She rode the beast throughout the night, remaining conscious throughout most of the experience. Sharon was beset by multiple powerful orgasms and cried out in pleasure until her voice was hoarse.

As the dawn nearly, Sharon found herself wishing the pleasure would never stop, but her body was physically exhausted, the events of the past two nights finally taking their toll upon her. She reached back, dug her nails into the furry hide of the beast and begged "one more time, please, make me cum one more time before you change".

Secretly, Sharon planned to try and force herself upon Mackenzie once she'd changed back. She was tired, but was sure Mac would be more so after the night's exertions.

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When Mark came home from work that evening, he found Mackenzie's note. He sighed. It had been a long day and he was in no mood for her games. Was she taunting him now?

After eating dinner, Mark watched ESPN for a few hours and then went to bed early, disgusted and weary of the games. He was off work tomorrow. Let Mackenzie try and slip away then...

 

[intriguess]

She hoped to make it one more night without Mark finding out, then the next 25 days would fly by and she'd be faced with the same dilemna. She thrust hard and deep into Sharon the massive knotted tip rubbing roughly against Sharon's g-spot. Mac had wanted to be tender with Mark, but when that failed, her desires were focused on Sharon instead. It was easy to get her off and fill her snatch with wolf cream all in one long howl of pleasure. Mac was still hard but the spunk helped her slide her cock out. She could feel the change coming on as the sun began to lighten the skies. The order was strange, the claws and fur fading fast, her physical body shifting to human, the last remnant to change was her cock, slowly becoming softer and returning to a clit as she used her super human speed to run away, her robe well hidden, despite her tenderness she had trouble facing Sharon after fucking her.

She desperately wanted to see Mark even as she dreaded it. She went to the gym, not that she needed it, but she had a membership through work. She took a long shower, letting the water bury her tears. She wondered what she would do to Mark if Sharon wasn't there, even as she wondered how Mark would feel about that aspect of her nightly full moon rants.

She could not end it, even as she felt she had too. It was an exhausting secret to keep. Sharon was far too emotionally compromised to be any help.

She returned to Mark drained, sexually, emotionally, physically. Her clit was still swollen about 30% larger than the night before, and she knew what he suspected. The truth was so much worse and she entered the bedroom exhausted and naked. She was too tired to fight, too tired to cry, and she flopped on the bed, struggling with a way to push him away for one more night.

Mackenzie was completely relaxed, lying on her back, her nipples almost purple black, like grape flavored gum drops, her legs splayed unaware of the new size of her clit. Her eyes were closed, her breath slow and even, her mind playing through every horrible possible scenario.

 

[Malvolio]

Sharon moaned and gasped as the wolf filled her once again with its beastial cum. She could feel Mackenzie undergoing the change back to her human self as the sky lightened, the fur vanishing and her cock withdrawing. As Sharon turned, ready to service Mackenzie further, she was startled to find Mac running away.

"Wait! Mackenzie, please!" Sharon called after her, but she was gone.

Sharon made her way home and slept more soundly than she had the previous morning. Enough was enough, she thought as she drifted off. Mackenzie would have to find someone else on her third night.

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Mark awakened to find Mackenzie lying nude beside him. Her body was breasts and nipples looked swollen and purpled, her cunt battered and her clit protruding forth, and her legs spread wantonly open.

While he was shocked to find her in this state, something seemed to propel Mark onward. He leaned over her and gently kissed her lips and neck. As Mac stirred, Mark wrapped his arms around her and held her close as he kissed and licked her bruises and swollen nipples. Slowly he worked his way down her body and began to gently tongue the swollen clit.

With a sign, Mark began to make the gentle love to Mackenzie that she'd so desperately craved the morning before.

There would be time for questions later, he resolved. But he would learn the truth soon enough...

 

[intriguess]

Mackenizie was largely passive, she could feel the end coming, and she was already withdrawing. If she could only keep him at bay for one more night. It seemed impossible and she was struggling with how to end it. She was also tired, the last two nights activities finally catching up with her. Her indecisiveness made it take longer to orgasm, and she was glad Mark came shortly thereafter.

She yawned, stretched and curled up in bed after he left to shower or whatever. Her hunger was forgotten as she drifted off to sleep. Eight brief hours later it was afternoon, and she noticed her nipples were a bright pink purple. She didn't even want to glance between her legs. Mark was absent and she called Sharon leaving a message that there was no where she could hide, that if she didn't show up where Mackenzie wanted she would hunt her down and treat her like she had the very first time.

She didn't bother getting dressed as she went to kitchen to fix a snack. She was feeling numb, it all seemed so inevitable. So what was the point, no matter what she was going to lose Mark. She didn't want to think of what might happen if Sharon wasn't there. Would she attempt to rape Mark? because she was sexually attracted to him in both forms. Would she find a real wolf bitch?

It all seemed rather pointless, and she barely tasted the food. Wondering just how much it would take to scare Mark off, perhaps she could just show him how big a freak she was, and he wouldn't pursue just exactly how much of a freak she was.

Mackenzie idly ran her nails of one hand along her inner arm, watching herself bleed and heal.

 

[Malvolio]

After they made love, Mark showered and went over to his house. It had been awhile since he'd checked on things and he wasn't ready to confront Mackenzie just yet. Based on her prior disappearances, he knew he needed to be back before nightfall. He decided he'd sit in the parking lot and wait for her to leave and then follow her. Once he figured out what she was up to, he'd confront her and she'd have no choice but the truth at last.

The hours ticked by slowly. Late in the afternoon, he phoned Mackenzie and told her he'd need a little more time at his place to take care of some maintenance issues and suggested she go ahead and eat without him. He'd be home after dark, he explained.

As dusk neared, Mark drove back to Mackenzie's apartment. He parked in a far corner of the lot and waited, watching for Mackenzie to leave.

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Mackenzie's message took Sharon by surprise. How had she known Sharon wasn't planning to come tonight? Eventually, Sharon worked up the courage and telephoned Mackenzie back. It was late in the afternoon.

When Mac answered, Sharon immediately blurted out "Mackenzie, I... I can't. Not tonight. I need a rest. I can't take any more of this. I won't be your... your bitch... tonight..."

Sharon paused, her heart pounding, filled with fear of how Mackenzie might react.

 

[intriguess]

"I need you," Mackenzie hated to admit it, but she needed Sharon to fuck during her change. "I'll try and be gentle, but if you aren't there when I need you, any control I have will be severely compromised." She didn't tell Sharon that the bitch was ovulating and in heat and that no distance would keep her safe tonight.

"You'll have plenty of rest after tonight, plus the sex is good for the baby." Mackenzie laid the guilt on thick. Coaxing Sharon was essential, she did not want to face Mark alone. Eventually Mackenzie got Sharon to agree, and she took a shower, noticing the changes in her body. She wondered if she could get pregnant, and if she did get Sharon pregnant what would the child be like? furry? or just very healthy?

She cried a lot and as sunset approached she had a bag packed, there was a very real risk that she would not be coming home after tonight. She was wearing a simple silken wrap dress in a dark maroon. She wasn't paying attention to any other cars, as she left the parking lot. She did drive by Sharon's house to make sure her car wasn't there.