The Lines

Seeing the feral form of the werewolf resume his charge, you act fast and prepare yourself for a delicate flight along the taut lines of wire, crouching on hands and toes. Your newfound dexterity gives you confidence as you step forward.

You find the lines strong enough to hold you, yet not without the challenge of swaying to and fro in the process. The sound of huffing and thumping right behind you leaves no room for hesitation, however, and your momentum is committed. You run in leaps and bounds, throwing yourself over the clothing pinned along the way. A growl sounds by your foot, and you catch a glimpse of a frighteningly canine snout snapping at the mesh thing as you pass by.

With a meowing cry you falter, hand missing the line when you need it. A frantic grasp grabs the next one over, yet you're already falling, the sight of the gown you wanted just out of reach ahead, before the world is suddenly upside-down and bouncing around you. Shutting your eyes, you prepare for the landing.

The fall stops, though, and a heavy panting fills the night air. You open your eyes to see the upside-down werewolf staring back, mesh in his maw. It falls to the grass in tatters. A heavy growl sends a shiver along your spine, and you squirm where you hang, realizing your limbs have been all tangled in the clotheslines. Your bell jingles as your efforts subside in a nervous gulp.

Stalking forward, the werewolf appraises your inverted form like a predator with his prey neatly in hand. His hairy snout sniffs about you, and you watch frozen in suspense as it trails up your abdomen and reaches your naked thighs, entwined in clotheslines at the knee. You gasp, feeling something wet slide between them. Letting your head fall back, you find yourself facing a steadily growing length of were-cock as he stands up against you.

A mewling moan escapes as his tongue delves between your legs once more, licking your bare pussy. His clawed mitts grip your shoulders to hold you close, resulting in his already-slick member poking your cheeks, chin and almost your eye. In the heat of the moment you start to purr, letting your lips fall open to catch the sticky tip in your mouth. A soft growl of hot breath washes over your wet womanhood, but all you can see is a furry pair of legs settling into a stance. You taste his excitement already, finding he's still not fully erect as it fills your mouth more by the moment.

Suddenly he thrusts his hips forward, and you let out a mewling noise around the throbbing shaft of were-cock as it reaches your throat. His tongue goes to town on your pussy as he begins humping your head in earnest, leaving you to dizzy yourself against his groin as the blood begins to rush to your head. The feral pounding persists for a wet while, your throat eventually accommodating all of his canine cock. Then your eyes begin to roll back, and he grips you tighter as he seems to finally be reaching a climax...