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Split Moon: A Werewolf Futanari Story
Split Moon: A Werewolf Futanari Story
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Tori has just turned 18, the age a werewolf learns to master the change. Unfortunately, she is shunned by her pack for being a Split Moon, a werewolf who switches genders when she transforms. Can she learn to handle her body's 'new needs' on her own, or will it take the help of a pack mate?
*3,986 words.
Warning: This Adults Only erotic tale contains futanari and werewolf transformation, futa on male sex, and anal sex.
Excerpt:
She had only changed once through the full fives forms before. They were basically stopping points in the spectrum between human and wolf. There was near-human, a stronger, more feral looking form with slightly longer arms that sort of made her look like Tarzan or a cave woman. The Warrior form was half-wolf and half-human, with fur and a tail but still standing in bipedal posture. Near-wolf was a larger and more feral looking wolf with broad shoulders and shorter muzzle that made it appear more as a dire hyena than the last form, Lupine, which was physically similar to a natural wolf.
Tori concentrated, and fearing it counterproductive, counted breathes instead focusing only on her body. Muscles tensed and organs felt like they were churning until at there was a feeling that a rubicon had been met, and the rest was just reflex. It was a bit like realizing one was about to puke. Bones ached and creaked as they began to change shape, dragging the attached muscles along with them. It felt good and right, but at the same time awkward. Power seemed to course through her limbs, and her and the darkness of the cave dissipated as her eyes became one step closer to the sharp senses of the wolf form. At the same time, her face itched as new hair sprouted from the sides of her face.
She was no longer sitting in a yoga style and shifted instead to being on her knees. Changes were happening below as well now. Her clit became even more sensitive than ever as it ballooned up a size or two, stretching past the clitoral hood and into open air. Her vagina and womb wouldn't disappear from her body so much as their entrance got sealed up.
The near-human form complete, she willed the transformation to go on. Her arms lengthened and now rippled with muscle. Hair became fur which blossomed all over her body, growing long on her broadening neck until she had a thick mane. Her stomach trembled with pleasure. Now came the part she absolutely had to keep her composure on during the ritual. She was on all fours now, claws scraping stone as she was held at the mercy of her throbbing clit. The lips of her pussy felt stretched and pulled as they were filled up by, and growing into a thickening shaft and descending ball sack. A growl escaped her now wolf-like muzzle, and furry ears flattened next to her skull. She would change as much as she could tonight, but whatever it took, she had to learn to prevent the coming erection every time she transformed.
*3,986 words.
Warning: This Adults Only erotic tale contains futanari and werewolf transformation, futa on male sex, and anal sex.
Excerpt:
She had only changed once through the full fives forms before. They were basically stopping points in the spectrum between human and wolf. There was near-human, a stronger, more feral looking form with slightly longer arms that sort of made her look like Tarzan or a cave woman. The Warrior form was half-wolf and half-human, with fur and a tail but still standing in bipedal posture. Near-wolf was a larger and more feral looking wolf with broad shoulders and shorter muzzle that made it appear more as a dire hyena than the last form, Lupine, which was physically similar to a natural wolf.
Tori concentrated, and fearing it counterproductive, counted breathes instead focusing only on her body. Muscles tensed and organs felt like they were churning until at there was a feeling that a rubicon had been met, and the rest was just reflex. It was a bit like realizing one was about to puke. Bones ached and creaked as they began to change shape, dragging the attached muscles along with them. It felt good and right, but at the same time awkward. Power seemed to course through her limbs, and her and the darkness of the cave dissipated as her eyes became one step closer to the sharp senses of the wolf form. At the same time, her face itched as new hair sprouted from the sides of her face.
She was no longer sitting in a yoga style and shifted instead to being on her knees. Changes were happening below as well now. Her clit became even more sensitive than ever as it ballooned up a size or two, stretching past the clitoral hood and into open air. Her vagina and womb wouldn't disappear from her body so much as their entrance got sealed up.
The near-human form complete, she willed the transformation to go on. Her arms lengthened and now rippled with muscle. Hair became fur which blossomed all over her body, growing long on her broadening neck until she had a thick mane. Her stomach trembled with pleasure. Now came the part she absolutely had to keep her composure on during the ritual. She was on all fours now, claws scraping stone as she was held at the mercy of her throbbing clit. The lips of her pussy felt stretched and pulled as they were filled up by, and growing into a thickening shaft and descending ball sack. A growl escaped her now wolf-like muzzle, and furry ears flattened next to her skull. She would change as much as she could tonight, but whatever it took, she had to learn to prevent the coming erection every time she transformed.
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