Give Her What She Wants

She wants it. She wants it. That simple admission sends you spiraling, the zipper of your hoodie inching down as it yields to your swelling breasts and the now skin-tight shirt that barely contains them. There's an audible noise as the laces of your shoes burst, your feet pushing them off as they push out into thick, shaggy paws.

"You... okay over there, M?" Allegra asks, her breathing quickening as she sees your feet.

"Having... hrrh... having trouble keeping it in, Ally." You huff.

"Then don't. I... I want to see everything. I want you to bite me."

"Don't... don't say that," you grunt.

You grip the rails at the sides of the stall as you stand up to your new full height. Your thighs strain at your jeans, and they start to rip down the seams, lush fur spilling from the tears. You never bothered to zip your fly back up, and you're not sure you could now with your hips this broad. You feel pressure gathering at the base of your spine as an insistent nub presses against denim.

"Why? What's the point of being a werewolf if you try to hold it all in? You're becoming a beast, Morgan. There's no point in denying it."

As Allegra eggs you on the seat of your jeans splits, relieving the pressure as a luxurious lupine plume unfurls behind you. A tail. Your tail, befitting the she-wolf you're fast becoming.

"And you... want to join me?" You ask, your massive hand undoing the latch on your stall.

"I do," she breathes. "So bad. God, just let me see you. I'll... I'll make it worth your while."

The bridge of your nose wrinkles, and you feel the tip dampen as it turns upward and outward into the darkening beginning of a snout. You breathe in, and you can smell her arousal at being this close to a beast like you. You swing the stall door open, tugging at and shrugging off your hoodie as the zipper clatters against the tile. You marvel at your thickly muscled, shaggy arms then lick your fangs, digging claws into your straining shirt and ripping it open. Your freckled breasts have already overflowed the cups of your bra, your nipples stiffening in the cool air as they too start to darken. You let out a throaty chuckle as red stubble starts to sprout in your cleavage, quickly blossoming into a riotous ruff of fur that drapes over your decolletage.

"This is it Ally," you huff as you walk up to her stall door, your claws clicking on the bathroom floor. "Let. Me. In."

There's a quick fumble with the latch before the door swings open, the scent of your friend's arousal hitting you like a wall. Her jeans and panties are still around her ankles, and by the sheen of sweat on her caramel skin she hasn't just been cleaning up from her period.

"Holy fuck, M." She gasps as she looks you up and down. "That's... that's really hot."

"You have no idea," you say with an animal whine, one monstrous hand straying between your legs where your musk-soaked panties are taut against your wolfish cunt.

"Oh hell," she breathes. "Are you... in heat?"

"No! Yes! I... well, I don't know! It's like every urge I've got is just pushing to get out!"

"Who would've thought it'd take you becoming a werewolf to lose your inhibitions," Allegra says with a nervous smirk.

"You don't want to tempt me, Ally."

"That's the thing, M. I think I do..."

Allegra leans back against the toilet, spreading her legs. She puts her hands along her hips, stirring her unshaven snatch. She never did so much as trim it, deciding to lean into the wild look her dark body hair gave her. Now, wafting up the smell of blood and sex to your animal nostrils, she's breaking down what's left of your humanity.

You're down on all fours before you know it, prowling forward, shoving your face between her legs. Pressure gathers in your jaws, lurching forward fitfully into a muzzle even as you press your nose under her clit and start licking eagerly and deeply. Allegra lets out a startled noise, then a long moan as she digs her fingers into your wild mane, holding you there. She starts to taste different as you lap, a musky edge seeping into her juices as her untamed muff grows out into coal black fur to ring her darkening netherlips. Her jaw works, canines jutting into fangs as her eyes flutter, paling to livid gold irises in black scleras. Her body quakes with a thunderous climax, and she tosses her quickly growing black mane in an arc as she raises dark lips and howls.