Miranda

John watched Sarah's fat ass sway down the hallway for a few seconds longer, before he made up his mind. Cursing himself for taking as long as he had to make a decision, he marched past Tom to the kitchen's back door. Once more, he plunged himself into the night air, a cool wind chilling him to the bone as if he had just jumped into an icy lake.

Throwing the back door shut behind him, he looked around for his crush, only barely catching a glimpse of her heel as she turned the corner of Sarah's house. The same corner that the storm doors to the basement were around. A sickening feeling settled in John's stomach as he hurried to give chase, practically jogging after Miranda. His feet skidded over the grass as he hurriedly took the corner, nearly landing him flat on his ass and forcing him to catch himself with one hand.

When he looked up, he saw exactly what he had feared. Like something had possessed her, Miranda was trying to slide the thick wooden beam that barred the doors shut out from under the handles. Fortunately, it's size and weight meant that she hadn't gotten far, but John still raced over to her before she could make any more progress.

"What are you doing?" He hissed, grabbing her by the shoulder with one hand and forcing the bar of wood back into place with the other. As he shoved her away from the door, she whipped her head up to look at him with wide eyes, as if she had been caught reaching into the cookie jar. A blush flooded into her cheeks, giving her black cat whiskers a fresh pink backdrop.

"S-someone has to help Nicole," she explained, glancing nervously from John to the storm doors and back.

"I thought we agreed that she didn't need our help," John replied, not buying her explanation for a second. He had his suspicions about her real motive that he didn't want to be true, but if they were, then he felt like he needed to know. Folding his arms, he pinned Miranda with a stare and watched her squirm, until she finally broke down.

"Okay, fine," she sighed, "I was . . . curious. Nicole looked like she was really, really enjoying it, and I wanted to see if I could get some too. There, that's the truth. Are you happy now?"

John was anything but. Hearing his crush to confess not only to wanting another man, but to wanting a man that was barely even a man anymore, was soul crushing.
"But. . . he's a fucking monster," John spluttered, regretting his choice of words when he saw Miranda blush again.

"I know," Miranda replied, a duh implied by her tone, "it's still hot. I mean, if Nicole turned into a sexy vampire with flawless skin and big tits, wouldn't you be jealous if you saw her fucking Matt's brains out?" For a second, John didn't say anything. She had a point that he probably would have been envious of his friend if he was being "sucked" dry by a vampiric Nicole, but he would have hoped that he would have still had the self control to not go running at her like he had a **** wish.

Besides, there was another crucial detail of difference between Miranda's hypothetical scenario and the reality playing out in front of them.

"But Matt isn't some super handsome guy who's just really pale, though," John argued, "he's covered in fur, the ground shakes when he walks, he's like 8 feet tall, he's got a two foot long tongue, foot long claws, and a dick like a blue whale!"

"I already said it was hot, you don't have to convince me more," Miranda smirked, blushing again. Her smirk and blush only grew as John glared at her, but his anger at least prompted her to mutter out a quiet "sorry."

John just couldn't believe what he was hearing. Running his hand through his hair, he tried to silently come to terms with it, but his emotions that had been simmering away all night ever since Matt was first attacked finally boiled over. "Fucking unbelievable!" He shouted, turning his back on Miranda and kicking a shower of gravel out of Sarah's path. "You're a crazy goddamn monsterfucker!"

Joining his hands behind his head, John took in a big lungful of cold night air, trying and failing to get a hold of himself. Somehow, this was the craziest thing tonight, the thing that threatened to send him over the edge. Werewolves being real? Okay. Matt becoming one? Sure. Nicole submitting to her natural urges when she was in his clutches and had no other choice? Sounds insane, but almost makes sense. Miranda wanting to fuck WereMatt of her own volition? That was where John had to tap out on trying to understand anything.

"What the fuck," he hissed in a low voice, having to get his confusion physically out of his system somehow. It wasn't a question, not even a rhetorical one, it was just all his emotions summed up in three words. Turning his head to the sky and the accursed full moon responsible for all this mess, John let out a heavy sigh, a whirling pillar of steam escaping his lungs. Still far from happy, he at least felt like he had enough control of himself to face Miranda again.

When he turned back around to her he expected Miranda to look ashamed or upset by his outburst. Instead, she stood nibbling her bottom lip whilst twirling her tail in one hand.
"Hey, you're looking kinda hot too," she murmured, looking him up and down while resting one finger at the corner of her mouth. John's brow furrowed in even further confusion, but before he could say anything else, Miranda stepped in close to him.

"I like a guy who's a bit . . . aggressive," she whispered, her soft 36C breasts resting against his chest through her sheer leotard. John didn't say anything to that. He couldn't, for fear of spoiling his good luck and breaking whatever spell had overcame his crush. Silently, he looked down at her, his eyes dropping to her perfect pink lips, that now looked so pouty and kissable.

"Ohh, fuck yes!" rang out from Sarah's house before they could do anything more, drawing both John's and Miranda's attention back towards it. It was Nicole again. John was becoming uncomfortably familiar with the sounds of his best friend cumming. John frowned at the interruption, but Miranda just smiled playfully again,

Before John could catch her, Miranda slipped away from him again, fortunately not heading towards the basement doors again. "I wonder what that mysterious noise was," she laughed to herself, reminding John of the opening incident that had set all this in motion as she roamed around the storm doors. on the other side of them was a low window John hadn't noticed before. It was a wide rectangle, so low to the ground that it barely poked above the flowerbeds, clearly meant just for letting in sunlight and not allowing for a nice view.

Despite the window being so far down, Miranda bent over to peek through it anyway, raising her fluffy tail and cute butt high into the air. It wiggled mindlessly as she gawked, as if she had transformed into her costume and fully embodied a silly little kitty.

"Oh, whoa," Miranda murmured, squeezing one fist between her legs and bringing the other up to her mouth. "John, come see this."

John was hesitant to obey. He knew what he was going to see, and he knew just what sort of confusing emotions it was going to stir within him. Still, with his crush beckoning him over her shoulder like that whilst sexily bent double, he found it impossible to resist. In small, careful steps, John crept over the lawn towards her, as if he was afraid of disturbing the rare mating ritual happening down below.

Once he was at Miranda's side, he leant his head sideways until he could get a good view of the basement. What he saw was not a shock, but he could understand why Miranda felt that he had to see it.

The action was still mostly the same, but the positions had switched considerably. Evidently Matt had cleared some space on a tarp covered table with his powerful claws, swiping away cardboard boxes and their contents to create a space for him to rest his furry behind. Like he was lounging in a bar, he rested his ass on the edge of the table, with Nicole still on top of him.

Perhaps he had grown tired of being the most active part of his sexual relationship, because now he was taking it easy, resting back on the dusty pool table as Nicole rode him cowgirl style. She was facing him for the first time, but facing his beastly visage head on didn't slow her pounding hips. Instead, she rode him as fast as it seemed like she could, hands on his powerful shoulders as she used him as a hobby horse.

Although Matt was relaxing a little, he wasn't entirely passive. His fanged mouth still hung open, allowing his long and flexible tongue to loll out and caress Nicole's modest breasts, as dexterously as any hand could. Nicole giggled as he tongued her bouncing tits, and it seemed that that oral **** had been what had caused her to cry out and catch their attention in the first place,

Looking at her now, taking massive dick like a champ and happily moaning all the while, John could scarcely believe that it was the same quiet, repressed, innocent, Nicole that he had once knew.

"Tell me that's not hot?" Miranda laughed, as Nicole leaned her modest chest towards Matt's snout and moved one hand from his shoulder to play between her own pale legs.

"You think it's hot too," she added, nodding down to the tent in his trousers, that had only grown since he'd came outside, despite the cold.

John said nothing, only glaring down at his cheeky crush again, but she was too engrossed by the sight within the basement to care. "You're a freak," he muttered, but she ignored that too, choosing instead to stoop in the dirt to get a better view of Nicole riding Matt. More than anything else, that pissed John off. Huffing angrily, John grabbed her by the fluffy tail before repeating himself even louder. "You're a freak!"

Miranda heard him this time, but she only responded by turning to bat her curly eyelashes at him, all while chewing on her bottom lip once more. It seemed that she really wasn't lying about being turned on by aggressive men. John had to laugh this time, a snort shooting from his nostrils as he shook his head in disbelief.

"You really are a freak," he reiterated, letting go of her tail and moving his hands to his neck. In one swift motion, he undid his costume's cloak and swept it off his shoulders, holding it in front of him like a blanket. "Here," he said, "if you're going to watch, you might as well be comfortable." As he spoke he laid his cloak down over the dry dirt of the flowerbed, like laying out a picnic blanket.

Miranda smiled at the courtesy and his change of heart, dropping to her knees on the edge of the blanket, before leaning forward to lie down on her stomach. John watched as she shuffled forward until her nose was nearly against the glass, her cute ass wiggling back and forth as she moved. Once she was satisfied with her view, she rested her chin on one hand and settled in to watch.

Sighing at the weird way the night had gone, John turned to leave, only for Miranda to stop him. "Hey," she said, "there's room on this blanket for two." She tore her eyes off the display in the basement to speak, and gestured to the unoccupied space on his cloak beside her. It was only a narrow strip of cloth, John would have to be cuddled up close to her to fit, but maybe that was her intention anyway.

Another cute little pout from Miranda convinced him, and before John knew it, he found himself sinking down to the earth beside her. Dirt from the flowerbed muddied his knees as he dropped by her side, staining his costume's trousers with brown filth in addition to the earlier thorns he had picked up forging a path to the highway.

John soon found that the space of blanket he had been meant to occupy was even narrower than he had first thought, so much so that it was only really enough space for him to rest a single knee upon. Miranda didn't seem to mind, in fact, she encouraged him down by shifting her booty slightly to her right. Once John had sunk to her level, however, Miranda stopped making compromises.

He was still down on one knee when she stopped making space for him, instead holding still as she smirked and glanced back at him, in between longing stares into the basement. It only took John a second to realize what Miranda wanted and, without a second thought, his threw his other leg over her.

In this position, John straddled his crush in a way he had only ever dreamt of, his erection pushing into her soft ass with only his trousers and her thin leggings between them. Two perky cheeks caressed the length of his shaft, like buns around a hot dog, as he sunk down into position over her. Transferring his upper body's weight on to his elbows, he lowered his head until his chin brushed against the crown of Miranda's silky, brown, hair.

The flowery scent of her perfume and shampoo filled his nose, an intoxicatingly fresh aroma that he couldn't resist taking a sniff of. Fortunately for him, Miranda didn't complain about his hair sniffing, she was already too engrossed in her favorite show again. Raising his head, John got his own eyeful of what she was looking at.

Matt and Nicole had changed positions once more. They were still on the table, but now Matt was on top, with Nicole laying on her back as he plowed her missionary style. Every thrust of his powerful hips made the whole table shake, swaying back and forth like it was in an earthquake. The bulge in Nicole's stomach was undeniable now, a raised line halfway up her pale torso, testifying just how deep Matt was fucking her.

The fact that the tiny blonde was only screaming from pleasure, and not pain, confirmed for John that there must have been some sort of magic involved in their fucking. How else could such a little woman take such a big dick.

Despite the paranormal measurements of his member, Matt was looking his most humanoid right then. He stood and thrusted deep into Nicole's wet twat just like any normal human would do. With one clawed hand, he pinned her wrists behind her head, but it was clear that Nicole was never going to try to escape. If anything, maybe he was pinning her down to stop her from sloppily kissing him again.

Whilst one set of claws held her in place, the other cupped her cute face with surprising delicacy. Just like so many other men fucking their horny girlfriends, he pushed his thumb to her mouth for her to suck. Her **** moaning finally stopped as her lips wrapped around his claw instead, suckling on it's sharp length whilst looking up at him with pathetic, needful eyes.

The sight made John so hard that Miranda moaned beneath him, his throbbing cock almost stabbing her in her ass. "Fuck, sorry Miranda," he grunted, even as his hips thoughtlessly rocked against her butt. Before he could reposition his shameful boner, however, his crush stopped him.

"Wait," she said, turning her head to look up at him with glittering eyes.

"I'm a freak, right? Maybe we can both get freaky?" To accentuate her point, she arched her back, temptingly pushing her soft ass back against him, and his hard cock.

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