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My Canid Wife Part 3
It’s been weeks since I’ve written. My world has changed so much in that time.
For starters, we had the talk.
Luna told me a fantastical tale: she said she, and her parents, belonged to a community of werepeople – shapeshifters.
She herself could transform into the classic wolf while her mom and dad were cats. Her biological mom, a werebear, was really the woman I knew as ‘Aunt Ursula’.
Her claims were unbelievable but somehow no odder than the idea that she did all her strange canine behaviors because she was insane.
A part of me believed her. It explained so much.
I asked, “So what happens on the next full moon?”
Luna explained, “Nothing. The moon is holy, but there’s no forced change. And I don’t look like the images in movies.”
Retrieving a hazy image of her, that time I’d seen her changed, I knew she was right.
She brought out another family photo album. This time there were pictures of her and family members looking very different. In the most amazing one she swiped at a dead pig hanging from a rope – a pinata of sorts. It was her twentieth birthday, and she was every bit a nude, sexy, furry, wolfish creature.
She was a beautiful werewolf with smooth glossy fur covering every inch of her except the palms of her hands and the tip of her nose. I recognized her as herself, she had the same sveldt form, the same lustrous black hair going half way down her back, the same eyes.
I had to ask, “Is Vito one of you?”
She almost rolled on the floor laughing, “That wimp! No, he’s not even a good human.”
I was hurt. The man who’d bested me, she called a wimp.
She saw my damaged pride, “Babe, we need to have another talk. You see…now remember that you’re adopted like me…you’re a werewolf too. It’s why we were chosen to be married.”
It was a crazy thing to say, but it felt…true.
She told me how to gain the ability to transform. She explained, “Fathers beget children through their seed…Wersires (werewolf fathers) beget children through their seed too, except the offspring of a Wereperson ingests the seed of a Wersire and that determines what form they can take.
It took a moment for that to sink in – for me to reach my potential I would have to suck a wersire’s dick.
As it turned out, the next moondance was in a week. We planned to go so I could have my moonbirth.
A few days later we drove all through the night to the mountains of West Virginia. I didn’t know how I felt about giving a blowjob.
When we arrived at the hidden location there was a big field full of cars: pick up trucks, sedans, motorcycles, Priuses, etc. But that was just parking.
Hiking miles into the woods we came to a second secret clearing. Everyone was nude. Everyone was natural like my Luna. About half the people were in their human form. The istanbul travesti rest were werewolves, werecats, werehorses, and too many more to count.
We hung out with the wolves and for the first time in my life I felt like I belonged.
Looking at the other clans I felt that we wolves were superior – until I saw the centaurs mating.
Feasting, and music and dancing continued ’till the bonfires burned low. Then it was time.
All of us initiates sat on stumps, while all the sires lined up. I wondered which one I would suck. They were all big hulking creatures with big cocks to match. I hoped it wouldn’t be the white furred guy whose cock looked like it would grow too large. Oddly, I hoped it would be the friendly guy who taught me how to scent track earlier.
Luna stood behind me rubbing my shoulders. Turning, I asked her, “Do you think they might choose Gerwulf for me?”
Luna chuckled, ” ‘they’ don’t choose anyone for you. The seed chooses.”
I asked, “What ya mean?”
“I mean that you’re gonna consume as many as it takes, and the seed that turns you decides.”
I looked up and down the row. There were seven sires there waiting, and three of us faolan’s sitting on stumps.
“So I won’t know which one is my sire?”
“Oh, you’ll know.” And that’s all she said.
The benefits I would gain from sucking a cock greatly outweighed the momentary disgust I felt. I could do it.
I was the oldest of the three of us. To my right was a young naked woman of about twenty, and to my left was another similarly nude guy somewhere in his mid twenties.
The sires took their positions in front of us. Gerwulf was indeed the first standing before me, his monstrous yet flaccid cock was inches away protruding from his deep black fur.
Somewhere in the distance I heard a horn blow and I just knew it was the signal to begin.
Gerwulf lifted his huge member up and I opened wide, taking the whole pointy tip into my mouth in one try.
It was a struggle for me to suck and slide on it to bring him off, but I did my best. I got at least six fat inches into my mouth and as it grew I felt sorry for the werebull pledges.
Gerwulf tensed up at the first moment his cock met my tongue but he didn’t stop me, so I must not have been too bad.
I pushed deep until his head touched my throat then pulled back, slurping on the glans.
After a few rounds a part of his cock swelled up into a round bulbous knob, far far bigger than the rest of the shaft, it filled my mouth. It wasn’t going to ever come out until it went soft again.
I was careful not to scratch it with my teeth while simultaneously licking and wetting it as much as I could given that it touched the roof of my mouth, pressed down on my tongue, and filled the cavity behind my teeth.
I sucked with dedication for at least five minutes, istanbul travestileri tonguing the fleshy ball, before using my hands to help my stretched lips.
Just when I started to worry that he wasn’t going to cum I saw his knees shaking.
Howling loudly, he thrust his hairy hips forward then started to shoot. There was certainly magic in that liquid, as proved by the quantity alone. Drinking his cum was like drinking from the end of a water hose.
It filled me up, gushing out at the corners of my lips. When some jetted out, splashing his fine black fur I felt bad to have made such a mess.
The mess on him was nothing compared to what flowed down my face into my lap. I swallowed what I could, knowing it was the key to my transformation.
It was thick and there was a lot. I was full, like I had just drunk a large goblet of warm pudding. I didn’t mind the slimy texture or the salty taste one bit. Soon, I would join my darling.
When his bulb was half soft he pulled it out of my mouth with a pop.
I swallowed the last of it, wiping cum from my lips. Then looking left I witnessed the sire there, jerking off into, and filling the cupped hands of the young man. To my right the young woman also cupped her hands waiting to receive a full load from her potential sire.
My face burned hot in shame. I wasn’t supposed to suck him off at all! I wanted to run. To hide.
Luna brought her hairy face next to my blushing face, “Well, that was a different way to do it.” Then she kissed my cheek, or was it more of a lick?
I looked all around the group expecting to see laughter.
My face burned even hotter. In fact my whole body was hot. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand it, the heat subsided. I hung my head, ashamed of myself.
It was then that I noticed my body was covered in dense reddish fur, which was a surprise since I’m blonde. Additionally, my feet were paws. I had done it!
Forgetting all about the blowjob, I looked back to Luna. Her eyes were wide in surprise.
The rest of the werewolves were all on one knee bowing to me.
It didn’t make any sense until Gerwulf raised his lowered head, “It’s been a over three hundred moons since we’ve had a ginger leader. All Hail Oakley the Rust King!”
As it turned out, it’s rare for a werewolf to have red hair. And the red haired ones are always crowned clan leader.
No one cared anymore that I was a cocksucker. I was Alpha of the whole clan.
Back at home, Looking at my wereself, I considered my reflection to be handsome, strong, and virile.
The two of us were standing in front of the mirror, naked and furry.
My muscles were bigger, heck, my penis was bigger! It protruded from my fur like a huge naked white club of a cock. Likewise, Luna looked stronger too, her breasts were larger as well and she had more travesti istanbul curves.
Luna nipped at me playfully saying, “Can’t catch me!” Then She dashed out the door.
I caught up to her in a field three blocks away under the light of the waxing moon.
Gazing at her I’d never seen anything more attractive nor erotic in my life.
I took her in my arms, the red hair on my body intermingling with the black hair on hers.
She wrestled me to the ground where we fucked in the style natural to wolves.
My cock-knot swelled up, connecting us semi-permanently. I couldn’t pull out – or even thrust in and out.
I was stuck, so when Luna shifted her position it tugged on my cock. Words can’t describe how wonderful it felt to have my bulb yanked while buried in her pussy.
We started twisting around each other while locked together. Eventually, we were on all fours, facing away from each other. Butt to butt we fucked, my cock bent backward still clamped into her gash, being jerked roughly this way and that.
And all the while we were howling at the sky.
Her cunt milked my bulb and that was all the better. It must’ve been an hour later, skimming on the surface of an endless orgasm, when my knot started throbbing. Then I unloaded with a torrent of hot cum.
Luna screamed out loud, “I feel the magic filling me stud!” You wouldn’t have heard the words if you were nearby. You would have only heard a wolf howl.
There was so much of it I was glad we were outside or we would’ve ruined the mattress. Her pussy got so slick and full I slipped out for the first time in over an hour.
I’m telling you, wolf-style not only seemed like the best way to do it, but I never want to fuck any other way again.
When we were done we lay there in the mud and the grass staring at the stars for the longest time.
Finally I got up. “Where are you going?” She asked.
“I’m going to go kill Vito.” I loped off in the direction of his house wondering if she were going to help out or wait behind. If she stayed behind would she approve or disapprove of my murderous adventure?
When I got there I was alone. I smashed in the sliding glass door searching for the villain.
With my canine eyes I could see clearly in the dark. When I found him he was passed out, drunk on the couch.
Half dressed as he was, I looked over the bandages on his penis.
He impressed me only as a weak pathetic wimp with a tiny penis which was barely stitched on. I decided he wasnt worth my time and went home.
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