Lycanthropy

A story of the terminally furry...

Chapter 1 by deelove deelove

Walking through the dense forest, Finn found himself at home. The pine needles beneath his bare toes and the scent of nature sent him into a place of wild peace. As he walked he could feel the moon slowly rising like a heavy weight against his shoulders, and it was pleasant. He rejoiced in the freedom that his half-human form would feel that night.

He also knew that pleasure to be a sexual one as well. As a wolf he'd find himself rampaging and freely, enjoying all the victims and their blood that he could run across. At the end of the night his hard on would still rage and he'd end up jerking off. If anyone were to stumble across him, lying lank on the ground, naked and aroused, jerking his cock furiously in the woods, they might think him crazy. He almost was.

As the moon crawled from her mountainous rest, full and beautiful, Finn could feel the fur rippling across his back... he could feel his joints popping and power oozing outward. He grew from his normal 5'11" to a larger, more dominant 7', his snout grew slowly, so it was almost a muzzle, but still human, with angry fangs set in his jaw and a lazy tongue. His legs buckled into canine joints and his body hair flowed into a dynamic coat. The most noticeably change, though, was in his genitals, which grew and transformed into large conduits of arousal, pressing up in a strong erection as he broke into a dead run, smelling flesh nearby.

What does he find?

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