The Office (Version 2)

[LycanDope]

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I work in a small office as the IT guy. Mainly programming and grunt work when it comes up. It's a pretty good place and I enjoy the work - I always have. I've been a computer nerd since I was a kid and the Commodore came out. I taught myself everything computer related: fixing computers, programming, some networking... everything. Well, some college came up but didn't really work out.

Growing up I liked to read a lot and played tons of games (yes, I was a D&D nerd) so I was pretty chunky. The ugly glasses and bad fashion sense didn't help. I blame growing up in the 80s and not having parents that really cared one way or the other. I mean, seriously. Parents shouldn't let their kids out of the house in a tent for a t-shirt and glasses that could hide the moon.

Now, though, I keep in shape by biking to work when I can, running occasionally and eating somewhat healthy... ish. I got tired of being fat and decided to do something about it. Along the way I learned I enjoyed it. I really like the feeling of running flat out until I'm exhausted. It's like I'm testing my limits and finding out how far I can go... and then if I can go further the next day. I could still stand to lose a little extra weight but I'm doing good. Once all the fat went away I learned that I inherited my parent's good looks. I'm no show stopper but I do well - I'm told I have a boyish face.

So I'm keeping in shape and I enjoy my job. I think I'm pretty smart as far as that goes. I know enough to get by but mostly I understand there is so much I don't know. I'm happy. Minus the relationship part of my life. I'm shy. No getting around that - remember me growing up a nerd? I don't faint when a woman looks at me but I also can't build up the courage to start a conversation. I am working on it. I've gone out on some dates and have had some experience with women but I never seemed to find what I was looking for - or she didn't and the relationship never started.

Speaking of working up the courage to ask someone out - my coworker is someone I would love to go out with. She's maybe 5'7" (to my just-under-six) with a lean body, shoulder length brown hair and a heart shaped face. She has this little half-smirk on her face most of the time, like she just thought of a hilarious dirty joke and she's about to tell everyone. We both have a sarcastic sense of humor and neither of us has a problem making fun of the other.

While I like my job I have to say she definitely makes it that much more enjoyable. I've thought about asking her out but she's my coworker and I have no idea how she feels about me personally. Also, I'm a guy so I'm stereotypically blind to "signs" and I temper what I think are hints with the knowledge that I'm probably being overly optimistic about her.

Fast forward to now - a Thursday in February and I've been looking forward to Friday all week. It seems like all of our printers decided to take a dump at the same time and I already hate printers.

I got in some time after 7:30 and my coworker, Sarah, isn't in yet but It's no big deal since our company is pretty easy going. I get to work on figuring out printer queues and wishing I were dead or working on something else while I wait for her to show up.

Sarah gets in a little after 8 and grunts in reply to my "good morning." It's not that cold but she's wearing a pretty heavy coat. I check her out through pure reflex and today is thin slipper-like shoes and tight black slacks. She has a cute little rounded butt. Not big, really but it's not flat and I appreciate that. Her jacket spoils the view a bit since it's so big. She seems withdrawn and doesn't want to talk so I go back to cursing at printers.

Our area is pretty small (2 cubicles) and stuck in a corner so there's some privacy. Usually we make fun of users and trade jokes back and forth but today she's acting strange. She sits across from me so I can usually notice what she's doing out of the corner of my eye. Today she's shifting around in her chair a lot, not concentrating and occasionlly glancing my way. My ego would like to think she's fallen madly in love with me but, more likely, she's sick and is working up to tell the boss that she's leaving for the day. However, she doesn't leave and she keeps quiet all day. The one time I ask if she's okay she just shrugs her shoulders and tells me she's fine. She sounds like she's coming down with the cold but I leave her alone.

The day drags on to 3 o'clock and it's a standard day - a little bit of computer maintenance and some programming here and there. I do all of the computer work today since she's not feeling good. She doesn't ask me to do it but I don't mind. There've been plenty of time she's worked on my projects so I could get a break. From what I can see by glancing, I think she's just moving her mouse around every so often and looking up websites. I see the Mayo Clinic website once or twice so I was right about her not feeling good. Whatever it is, it must be something other than a cold if she has to look it up.

From 3 to 4 o'clock my routine falls into doing a little bit of work and then looking at the time in the bottom-right of the monitor. Every 5 minutes. I swear to god. People slowly file out and I can hear our warehouse guys shutting down. We do large scale printing and we're shutting down the warehouse for three days. Apparently they sent out a huge order and we're flush until next week. I hear they had the warehouse working overtime on the project and they're letting them have a three day weekend to make up for some of the extra hours.

The time gods (Cronos? Chronos? Or was that someone else?) hear me and 4 o'clock finally hits. Just as I'm about to get ready to go, Sarah finally talks to me.

"Hey." She says (startingly me - she's been so quiet all day). "I need you to help me out with something."

"Sure. What'd you need?" At this point I'm mostly glad she's even talking to me. I was half worried she was pissed at me for something. I stand up, assuming she needs me to look at something on her desk or computer.

She hesitates. She's still sitting and I do my best not to look down her shirt but I can see the tops of her breasts. She's not well endowed but they look like a nice handfull. The shirt she's wearing is a nice brown top that has a somewhat low neckline. Her skin is smooth and white with the odd sprinkling of freckles. She's got a nice neck - a tad thin and a little long. I appreciate the sweep from her shoulders up to her chin. It's graceful. Now that I see her, she does seem slightly more pale. Almost flushed.

And then she stands up, too. Her tongue darts to the corner of her mouth and she looks over my shoulder for a moment before looking back to me. "I'm trusting you here." she says. "Come with me for a second." I wrinkle my eyebrows. That's not like her at all. She grabs her jacket and puts it on before turning to walk. She's awkward with the coat and it almost seems like her body isn't moving the way she wants.

I follow her. "Lead the way." I answer lamely. Is it something with her car? I hope not. I can ... I can probably change the oil in a car and probably get the tires off but that's about it.

She heads out to the warehouse through a little path towards the back and makes for the stairs leading up to the second floor. We keep some old files and other junk stored up there. So, yeah. Odd. She doesn't talk as she's walking. Me? I'm staring at her ass. Actually staring. I'm not glancing out of the corner of my eyes here; my eyes are locked onto her ass. I don't usually do that but I can't help it. Those pants are even tighter than I thought.

My dick notices and I seem to have a raging hard-on. The boner is not fueled by some fantasy of her taking me to some secluded spot and ripping my clothes off because my brain hasn't even made it past staring at her ass. Her pant legs make suush-suush-suush noises as she walks. I never understood how women (and some men, I suppose) could bear wearing such tight clothes all the time. I'm not complaining in this case, mind you. But, damn. I'd be walking stiff-legged all the time.

As she starts up the stairs I find myself having a hard time keeping a decent thought in my head. Did she always have such a fine ass? Have I never noticed? Her jacket is slightly too large and covers the top half of her ass cheeks but ... they're so round and firm looking. I always thought they were slightly flat because she's just more of a lithe person.

God. Now I'm imagining pushing her against the top rail of the staircase and taking her from behind and slaming my dick hard between those lovely cheeks. I'm almost drooling from the thought of it. My pulse is racing and I have to keep swallowing and wetting my lips. I think my hands are shaking, too.

Then we reach the top of the stairs. It's actually physically hard to pick my head up and stare at the back of her head and I have to force myself to keep my hand from my crotch because all I want to do is rub myself. Or grab her and do... something with her. My mind can't seem to decide. The top of the stairs look out to the whole warehouse and I'm glad everyone's gone because I'm somehow sure they'd be able to hear my thoughts from a mile away. Or they'd wonder why I have a baseball bat down my pants leg. So I tell myself to get my shit together and keep my eyes above her shoulders.

Ah, but then I see the back of her neck and that sets off a whole new chain of thought. That area that sweeps up from the shoulder to the side of the neck is taunting me. My brain tries to dig out old school knowledge and all it can come up with is tendon something something. I can picture myself kissing her there, nibbling a little and then biting. I'm drooling again. I want to fuck her so bad and I'm not even one of those guys. You know - arrogant guys that think all the women want them. I watch porn. I like porn. I like women. I just don't stare at every single woman out there and immediately think of banging them. Damn. My balls are throbbing and aching.

I push myself through the fog and try to not think of any part of her body. She leads me to the middle of the room near one of the main shelves and then turns around. It's hot up here and she's wearing that jacket and looks like she's about to break out in a sweat. She also keeps looking over my shoulder. I half-turn to see what's going on when she talks again.

"Swear to me, " she starts. "Swear to me that this stays here. We've worked together and I trust you. You don't make fun of me for this and you don't tell anyone else about it. I need some help and you're it." I'm taken aback by her seriousness. So much so that I forget about all the different positions I'd like to have her in right now.

"Yeah, of course. I swear." I assure her. And, it's true. I'm not an asshole. I'm sarcastic and I give people a hard time but I know my limits and I know how much people can take and when not to push it. "What's going on?" I have actually no idea what's going on. I was really really starting to hope this would turn into some secret kinky sex-at-work thing but apparently not.

She's nervous. She stares at the floor, at the ceiling and then back to me. Obviously she's working up courage and having a hard time telling me whatever she needs to tell me. My brain starts in with thinking of pushing her back against the wall before I shut it down and think about a white square on a black background. It sounds stupid but it keeps me thinking about something safe. I'm starting to worry about myself and I think a trip to the strip club is warranted tonight.

She stares straight at me this time and then takes off her jacket. I can see little beads of sweat below her hairline. Just a few but I can see them. She wets her lips. My eyes follows her tongue in slow motion and I automatically imagine her going down on me. Fuck. White square. Black background. White square... It's been a long time since I got laid but this is ridiculous. Now _I'm_ getting hot and I'm not wearing a damn jacket. I can feel my cheeks burning as if I'm blushing like a... like a... like a what?

"I need you to look at something. You stay where you are and you look at it and tell me what it is. You don't touch me. You don't get near me. You don't laugh at me or make fun of me. Deal?" Whatever it is, she must be upset because her voice goes husky at the end. Is she going to cry? If so, why am I getting more turned on? Is it her voice or the thought of her crying? I really, really hope it's the voice.

"I said I'd be good and I don't even know what's going on. What..." I stutter. I seriously do want to just grab her, rip her shirt off and suck on her nipples. I mean, they're right there. Is she even wearing a bra? Is it my imagination making me think I'm seeing her rock hard nipples pressing against her shirt? I swallow and try again. "What *is* going on?"

Great. Now I'm staring at her chest. White square, black background. White circle... circle? I can see the swell of her breast pressing against her shirt and her nipples look like they're trying to break their way through. They're somewhat flattened against whatever the fabric is of her shirt and, yeah, she is wearing a bra. I think she picked the wrong ones because they're too small for her. Her breasts are making the outline of the bra that much more visible. Damn. Fuck a "decent handfull." Her tits are firm and large. C-cup? I'm bad about bra sizes.

She doesn't notice me staring or doesn't care. She just looks at me, wets her lips again and turns around. And then, I see it. She doesn't need to do it but she pulls her pants down ever so slightly (maybe just a couple inches) and pulls her shirt up an inch or two. She leans against the shelf next to her with both hands and has her head down.

"What is it?" She asks. "I've been feeling fucked up all day and I felt something back there earlier. What the fuck is it?!" Her voice is still husky but I don't even notice. I'm staring at it. And her.

"It's... Jesus Christ." I take a step forward. There is a nub just above her ass crack. I take that back. It's more than a nub. It's about 3 inches long and has hair on it. Thick brown hair. And then it moves a little. "Jesus Christ... I think it's a tail!"

She shudders. Or shakes. I don't know. I'm transfixed. It's not just the tail. She's got a dark patch of hair running from the small of her back up into her shirt. And that thing *is* moving. Slightly. Side to side. Wait... is it a little longer? I can almost see her crotch and I'm praying that her pants fall down. I somehow figured she'd be the kind of person to show her bones more - you know how some skinny people's hip bones show a little bit? She's not one of those people. She's padded. Strong looking. How in the world did she fit in those pants?

Wait, what's wrong with me? She's got a fucking tail growing out of the base of her spine! I hear myself yelling that in my own mind but my eyes keep following the curve of her back and the way her hip is shaped. Now I notice that the hair on her back seems darker already and maybe more spread out.

Sarah turns her head and looks at me from the side. "A what? Are you.. are you f... fucking kidding me?"

I can't help myself anymore. My hard-on has not gone away, her ass is right there and I can't think straight. This smell? What is it? It's musky and it makes me grind my teeth together. I take the two steps left between us and grab her nub... tail... whatever with my right hand and... and I pull her to me with it.

"HEY!" she yells. "Don't...!" She starts to turn toward me, hands still on the shelf.

I pull her hard against me and her ass slams into my crotch. My left hand grabs her left shoulder to keep her in place. I push her down with it but I can feel her strength and she only moves because she wants to move. She moans and shudders a little more. I lean into that beautiful neck and allow her to stand upright a little. "Don't... what?" I say through clenched teeth. I want to bite something. Her. Her neck. My heart is racing and I feel... not angry but forceful.

This isn't me but I don't care. It just feels right, right now. Sarah squirms but not to get away. The bulge in my pants settles inbetween her ass cheeks and her breath catches a little. She rubs herself on me. I somehow notice that the tail ... her tail... I'm holding *is* longer and thicker now. The hair is much thicker too. I can feel the muscles of her shoulder and neck moving under my left hand. It feels like she's broken out in a cold sweat and now I feel tiny pinpricks on my hand and her shoulder turns a slight shade of brown, like her hair.

My mouth is right by the corner of her neck. That sweet, sweet spot. I lean in further and bite ever so gently. She moans louder and rubs against me harder. Her panties catch on my pants and pull down a little. Her hair seems thicker. I bury my face in it and find her ear to nibble on. The tips of the ears are pointed but I don't notice.

"You want me to stop?" I breathe in her ear. I know the answer. I just know it.

"Noooo..." she moans and rubs her ass up and down against my dick.

That's all I need. I grab the bottom of her tight fitting shirt and pull up. She puts her arms up to help. That thick line of hair runs all the way up to her shoulders now and I watch for a moment as it creeps up even more. She is wearing a bra and I break her bra strap getting it off. My fingernails leave red tracks down her back briefly before they fade away. Her breasts bounce as they're released. They're bigger now and I see the lines from where the edge of the bra was cutting into them.

She grips the shelves near her and I hear a creaking noise. I don't know if it's the shelves or my cock groaning to get out. I grab her right tit with my right hand and she's larger than I thought. My fingertips brush coarse hair as I reach for it. I tweak the nipple and she cries out wordlessly. My left hand digs into the front of her pants and she brings her hand down on mine to push my fingers in. She wants me in there.

Her pants slip down and I dip my hand into her panties. She's hairy. Really fucking hairy and already really fucking wet. It's not sweat but her pussy juice wetting down the hair around her crotch. I find her clit and start rubbing. The juice has made her slippery and my hand glides smoothly around in circles. I move the tips of my fingers down to her pussy lips and the base of my hand rests her clit. I push against her and rub my hand up and down.

She shelf creaks some more as she moans and her fingers dig into the wood like it was cold butter. Her nails have lengthened and blackened and the trail of hair on her back has reached the top of her neck. I don't even care. Her tail is ... wriggling? against my stomach. I don't know why none of this bothers me. It just doesn't seem important. The fingers on my left hand dive into her and she screams out, "Christ!" It's guttural but I can still understand her. Her teeth are different. Sharper? Longer? Her lips look darker. She was wearing light red lipstick earlier but they're darkening and it looks more like blood.

I'm working my fingers in and out of her and she can't stand still. She's so wet. "F..." she tries again. "Fuck me! I want your cock in me! Fuuuuuck!" Her voice is thick like her tongue is too big for her mouth and I'm so hard for her right now. She can't decide between pushing her ass against my crotch or pushing hand deeper into her. I don't care. Right now I call the shots. I'm not the aggressive type but right now I'm doing what I damn well please.

I kneel down and pull her panties and pants down the rest of the way to her ankles. Her legs are corded with muscle and turning dark brown as thick hair grows out of her pores. She keeps trying to stand on her toes but her shoes are straining. I can't get the pants off with the shoes on so I yank them off and then throw everything behind me. Her pussy juice is slowly making it's way down her legs. I lick one of the trails from her knees up to her ass. Normally I'd be disgusted at the thought of getting hair in my mouth but I want her so bad and she tastes incredible. I feel the muscles in her leg as I dig my fingers into them. They're rock solid and, like her shoulder muscles, I can feel them shifting around.

Her pussy is right there in front of me. I can barely see the her pussy lips through the hair. Hair? It's too thick for that. Her ass (which is definitely larger than it should be) has a fine growth of brown hair and the inside of her thighs are black from a thick growth of hair. I grab her ass with both hands and dig my face inbetween. She's hot and wet and hairy and I love it. I can barely control what I'm doing - licking and sucking and biting and she's screaming for more.

She tastes salty and she's slick with her own juice. My tongue slides around her pussy lips and dips into her. I can feel the muscles in her vagina tense and relax over and over. My nose, mouth and part of my chin are wet from her. I bite her pussy lips and she pushes hard into me - almost knocking me down. She's strong. Very strong but my fingers are curled around the front of her hips and I hold on.

My cock is bursting out of my pants. I feel the top pressing against my belly button as I'm crouched down. It wants release but I'm not ready yet.

The hair on her ass is getting thicker. I can feel it growing through my fingers. I hear popping noises and look up to see the muscles on her back are moving. Rows of muscle around her spine and in her shoulders are growing. The hair has spread across her back now, fanning out and covering her back.

Her legs are longer and her toenails are growing. Her feet are lengthening and I have to adjust myself to her new height.

She's not moaning anymore - she's growling low in her throat. I spread her ass cheeks and push my tongue into her pussy. I can't tell if my tongue is longer or the position is different but my tongue is deeper in her now. My teeth ache and the need to bite something grows. My hands are hot and itching and I'm squeezing her ass. The hair on her body is thick but luxurious and I pull some of it between my knuckles as I knead her ass.

Finally I can't take it anymore and I pull my face out. She's got her own face turned to look at me and it's different. Longer. Her teeth are sharper and she's breathing in ragged deep breaths. I can see the muscles on her arms bulging - muscles she never had before. They're corded but not bulky. I stop fooling myself about the hair on her body. It's fur. Covering her now. She does this whine and growl at the same time and I can barely hear the words "more", "please" and "now."

Then I see my own hands. They've changed. Like her. The hair on my arms is getting thicker as my own fur sprouts out. My hands are lengthening slightly while the nails turn black. It doesn't hurt. I'm not in shock but something is coursing through my body and it feels good. Confidence. Power. I'm still me at the core but I feel like I'm at the top of the world. My shirt is tight and moving against my body. I try to pull it off but end up simply ripping it in half without even trying. I'm covered in light brown fur the same color as my hair. My own muscles are hardening and growing. I can feel movement at the base of my spine and I know what's happening. I want it to happen. And I want her.

My pants rip off easier than my shirt and my body adjusts. Calf muscles bulge and my fur is nearly exploding from my body.

But right now it's my cock that's got my attention. I used to be about seven inches and decently thick when I'm hard. This is twelve or over and fat. And, what they hell? It's attached to my body in a sheath? My dick seems more red but otherwise basically the same. Precum dots the tip and fur is covering the sheath. It bobs in time to my heartbeat.

Sarah whines again and my attention is drawn to her. She's beautiful. My ideal. Her tail is an arch of fur and it curves halfway to her shoulders. I think she's holding it in that position on purpose. She's tall now. Seven feet? Her body is thick and strong but slightly padded in some parts - her ass looks soft enough to jiggle but her arms look sculpted - at least what I can tell through the thick coat of fur. The tips of her ears show through her hair and she's standing up on the front of her feet. I can see black, thick padding on the bottom of her feet and the joints of her toes are long enough for her to stand comfortably on now.

I can only assume I look about the same but I'm distracted and not focusing on myself.

She bends over and puts her hands on the ground with her legs wide. She's spreading herself for me and turns to look directly at me. Her face is now a muzzle with a black nose and black lips.

A growl bubbles up from deep inside me and I grab her neck and push her head down to the ground. She automatically raises her beatiful furry ass in offering. hair around her crotch is nearly black from her own juice. My left hand holds her down at the neck and I step around to stand behind her. I let her go and bend over, supporting myself with my left hand.

My right hand guides my dick into her. It glides in and I growl with teeth bared. I can see my nose pushing out and turning black. It burns a little but is nothing to me. Sarah is all. I push all the way into her and she yells something that could be "YES!" if it wasn't growled. She pushes back into me and I hit her cervix. Her claws dig into the floor and cut furrows from the wood.

I drop my right hand to the floor and mount her properly. She's mine. My legs and feet are longer and the position feels good; natural. My own muzzle is complete and I bite hard into her neck. She almost purrs in satisfaction. I think she's moaning and growling at the same time and that's how it comes out.

There's no gentleness or slowness to what I do next. There's no asking if it's okay or if it hurts. I fuck her. Her head is down on the ground submissively and she pushes into me everytime I thrust. I slam into her and the floor groans. Our claws are carving grooves into the wood. I go fast. The animal in me demands it. Later there will be time to explore. For now our blood is up and we just rut.

Her pussy makes wet slapping noises every time I slam into her. My sheath (mine? I have a sheath?) rubs against her wet pussy lips in interesting ways as it goes into her. I feel her pussy tight against me. My claws have cut hand and foot holds into the floor for me and I'm able to push harder. I feel the wood splintering but the bottom of my feet are thick with padding now and I feel nothing.

I lick her ear and the side of her neck as I'm fucking her. Sometimes I bite her and sometimes it's hard enough to draw blood. It's hot and salty and makes us both push harder and growl. She tried to pick her head up to look at me and I growl at her. I'm able to hold myself completely up with just my left hand and push her head back down with my right. I try to say "stay down" but it comes out as a deep growl. She actually gets more wet and pushes herself harder into me.

Now I stand and in the same motion, put my hands around her waist and pick her up. She's surprisingly heavy but I'm far stronger. I'm still inside her. I shove her against the wall and it shakes. Her sweat soaked breasts flatten against the wall and I start pounding up and into her again. My dick is curved and rubs against the slightly ribbed small g-spot near the front of her pelvis in this position. She's breathing faster and moves herself slightly for me to be in an even better position.

She reaches around to the back of my head with her right hand and grabs onto me. We're both grunting with the effort and I'm near to orgasm. I shake her hand off of me and grab the hair (fur?) on her head with my right hand and yank her back from the wall a little. She puts her hands on the concrete wall in front of her to brace herself. My left hand grabs her right tit and my rhythym speeds up.

We're both so close. She's whining and gasping and grunting and I'm trying to hold back as long as I can.

Suddenly, she orgasms. It hits her hard. She breaks a hole in the concrete wall as she cums and the claws on her feet nearly break through the floor. I follow shortly after and everything goes white. I think I yelled or... something but I'm not sure.

I feel my cum jetting into her and she buries my cock deeper inside out of an impulse to keep the sperm in her. She turns around and tries to kiss me. It... doesn't really work but we try. Mostly we lick each others muzzle and bite each other a little.

We collapse. I'm still in her and still hard but I feel like I ran five marathons nonstop. Her legs are jumping every now and again and we're trying to catch our breath. She licks me and I bite her ear somewhat gently.

Her smell fills me. The fur, the sweat, her juice, her musk and just her. This is her. It almost overwhelms me. We don't try to talk. We just lay there. In the dark now that it's late and the small windows show the dark sky and faint light from a nearby streetlamp.

After some time I can feel something changing. Something receeding. The fur is going and my muzzle is shortening. Hers too. It works by degrees. I weakly try to move and end up just shifting positions against her. She pushes back into me and I stop moving. "Don't." she says. "Don't move. Just stay there." I can hear her. Her face is nearly back and the fur is almost gone.

Not everything goes. We're both larger. It's hard to tell without measuring but it looks like we're both 4 inches taller and more fleshed out. Our muscles are smaller than they were but still there and I feel like I could snap a steel bar. Her breasts have shrunk from when she was changed but are still large - D cup? And firm. Almost perky if that were possible for a D cup. Her ass is bigger than before and it looks soft but I know there's a solid core of muscle under that. It looks like my dick is probably around 10 inches now. I never saw what size it made it up to when I changed but I'm guessing it didn't stop at 12. I'm somehow still hard so I don't know what it'll be soft. The sheath is gone. And our tails. My teeth feel different. More straight? Stronger? Definitely sharper. I feel like I have a 5 o'clock shadow and we both have a decent amount of pubic hair now. I don't know if she was shaved before or not but I didn't have as much as I do now.

It's quiet out and we're both still naked but we're not cold. My dick finally goes limp and it looks like a good 6 inches. I don't know if it's the sex but my body temperature feels higher. I stand up to go sit in the corner to change positions and she comes over and sits on my lap, against me. I automatically cross my arms around her. "I'm yours." she whispers. I don't know what to say to that but some of the wolf stayed - I feel like I would die protecting her and kill anyone that hurt her. I lean my head into her neck and kiss her gently in response.

The whole time I never lost who I was and but the other feelings are still there. I feel like I could do anything. Face anything. I'm me but... enhanced. Confident. Sure of myself and my body. I feel like I could walk on my hands on the edge of a skyscraper and my arm muscles flex in response and anticipation.

I grew more conscious of her naked body against mine and I grow hard again. With her sitting on me my cock goes straight out and rubs against her pussy. Sarah draws a deep breath and smiles lazily. Her voice is sultry. "I think, " she says, turning to face me. "I think I'm ready for another round. Let's see if you still howl when you cum."

She turns around to face me, wraps her hand around my cock (did it double in thickness?) and smiles. She guides me deep into her and I grab her waist. She starts out slow and brings herself up on her knees and then down again around me. She's leaning into me and pushing herself down and back and she goes down. She brings her mouth down on me and we kiss while she fucks me. I grab her ass with my right hand squeeze. She moans into my mouth.

The night is long and we take our time this time. I don't howl when we're done but I've seemed to pick up the habit of growling now.

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It's nearly midnight by the time Sarah and I are finished exploring each other. Our clothes are ruined. Her shoes, pants and panties (sensible black ones although the crotch is stained from her juices) are still workable but everything else is ruined. Oh, my shoes are fine too. Except our shoes and clothes don't fit anymore.

"Goddamn shoes!" Sarah growls. "I paid $150 for these fucking things!" I laugh and she throws them at me. I would think that having my body suddenly lengthened would take some time getting used to my arm reach and everything but I grab the shoes without thinking. She's not impressed. "Don't laugh, fucker. You owe me a new bra and shirt."

She crosses her arms under her tits and scowls at me. It looks more like a pout and I smirk at her. "You keep standing like that and we're going to be here for another couple hours." I tell her. She smiles and tilts her head, slightly confused before she realizes what she's making her breasts do.

"Fucking men. All the same." But she laughs a little while she says it. I haven't heard her curse this much before and I don't know whether it was the change or if I just never got to know her personally. I watch her turn to gather up her clothes and I get hard again. It's the bending over and seeing her ass up that does it. I clear my throat (that comes out as a small growl) and turn to get my things. My overeager cock eventually calms down.

With my clothes under one arm I slap Sarah's ass (it does jiggle slightly) with the other and we make our way downstairs and out. Thankfully our company is too cheap for security cameras except for the dock and that's not the way we go out. Sarah's breasts sway and bounce as she walks and I thank whatever gods are listening for everything that's happened this night.

Even in the open air of the warehouse we're not cold and the concrete floor doesn't bother my feet. I stop for a moment and look at the bottom of my right foot. The skin is thickened under the ball of the foot, under the joints of the toes and under the toes themselves. It doesn't look like normal skin (it's slightly darker) but it's not black padding like a dog. I can still feel what I'm walking on but it's neither cold nor does it hurt my feet.

Outside is no different on the ragged parking lot. It's February and we should be freezing but I'm not. In fact, a faint line of steam is coming off of both of us. Is it the sex? No, that was too long ago. I'm amazed that I don't feel uncomfortable or self-conscious being naked outside. I don't have the sudden urge to run to the woods and jump over streams and murder a deer but I feel good just being out of the building.

I walk to my car and Sarah follows automatically. I didn't even think about her going to her own car until I unlock the doors and we throw our ruined clothes in the back seat. I close the door and there's this pause. It should be awkward. We're sitting in the middle of a dimly light company parking lot, naked with dried cum on us. But it's not awkward and it's not bothering me.

She's _her_. I look at Sarah. Not her tits, not her crotch but her eyes. She's looking me in the eyes with a small look of apprehension on her face. Her eyes are beautiful and gold tinged with green. I was pretty sure they were brown before. "Are you..." she begins. I put my finger on her mouth and tell her, "Wait."

Time slows as my awareness kicks in. I hear her heartbeat. Strong and steady. If I focus I can hear a small suuush-zuu, suuush-zuu which I can only assume to be the blood moving through her body. I hear a much, much fainter heartbeat somewhere else. Is it my own? Why would it be fainter? I smell things. Car smells. Different kinds. I can tell their different but I don't know how or what it means. I smell myself and I smell me on her. I can pick out my the smell of my sweat and cum on her body and I can pick out her own smells as well. There are other smells around both of us but I can't tell what they are except that they're there.

Suddenly it's brighter and I look at the streetlamp on the other side of the street. The lamp hasn't suddenly brightened but I can see as if it was a cloudy day at 2 in the afternoon. I hear bushes rustling and probably about 100 feet away I see a rabbit's eye hidden behind branches and that faint heartbeat gets stronger. A rabbit hearbeat from 100 feet away. That's what that other heartbeat was.

I close my eyes and take a deep breath of the cold night air. The crazy rush of smells and sounds calms down and I open my eyes again. Sarah is watching me with a half-smile on her face. "You too?" she asks.

"Yeah." I say. "Everything's different."

I look at her again. "I didn't answer you back in the warehouse. You said you were mine and I didn't answer." I step forward and settle my forehead against hers and close my eyes.

"I don't know what happened up there. I don't know what made that happen or if it'll happen again. I didn't have the courage to even ask you out before today but I know now. I love you. I couldn't live without you. I will be by your side forever. I don't own you but you're mine." I lean back and tip her head up with my fingers. "And I'm yours." We kiss.

I pull her close to me. Her tits press against my chest and I feel the hard nipples. I don't care if it's because she's excited or because of the cold air. My dick is hard and presses between us into the bottom of her stomach. My left hand goes to the small of her back and I pull her tight against me. My right hand goes between her shoulder blades and holds her tighter still. Our tongues twine and move rapidly against each other. I feel her canine teeth and prick myself on them. We both taste the blood and she growls low in her throat. I feel small hairs stand up at the back of her neck.

Finally we stand apart. She looks at me again. "I... I was worried. I mean, I could smell ... something that made me feel safe and secure with you. Is that crazy? Just a second ago I could actually smell something that made me know you loved me. Well, I didn't know that it meant that but I felt safe and happy and it felt like love somehow. I know there are three small animals way the fuck behind me. They're trying to creep through the bushes. I can smell myself on you and I can hear your heartbeat and it looks like the sun is out right now. But... I was worried." She puts her hand on my chest, near my heart. "Whatever happened there. Whatever..." She puts her head on my chest next to her hand. Then, she clenches her hand and I can feel her fingernails cut into me a little bit. The pain is remote. She looks up at me and her eyes are hungry. I smell something else. Like fire. Like a raging firestorm.

"You ARE mine, too." She says. She reaches out and grabs the back of my head and pulls me down for another kiss. "Mine." she whispers. This time she grabs my dick with one hand and pumps it furiously. It's hard in seconds. I can feel her smiling through the kiss. She pulls back and leans over to kiss the head of my cock. She pulls the head slowly into her mouth. With her other hand she shoves me against the car and I hear it creak and move on it's springs. She's strong. So strong. If I had fought I could stand my ground but I'm beginning to believe I'm not the only one that could dent metal with my bare hands.

She goes down to one knee and takes more of me into her mouth. I grab her hair with both hands and close my eyes. She starts pumping me with one hand while pulling her head up and down the length of my cock. Her tongue licks and wraps around me. Her teeth lightly brush against the head of my dick and almost cut. Up and down... I dig my toes into the ground and I feel my toenails grip and dig lightly into the asphalt. I didn't notice that they were longer. I wasn't changing now but they were changed. They don't break as they bite in.

Up and down, up and down. Her mouth is so wet and her tongue seems too long to fit in her mouth. We're rocking the car and I can hear the springs creaking rhythmically. I'm close and she knows it. My hand tightens on her hair and she goes faster. Suddenly I'm over the edge and I cum. She stops moving her head but keeps pumping with her hand. I grit my teeth and my throat rumbles with the orgasm. Sarah swallows each jet of semen greedily.

Finally, she pulls her head off. She looks directly at me and smiles, showing her teeth. They're perfectly straight and her canines ARE sharp. "Mine." she says again. She puts her head down and cleans me off with her tongue, slowly, one part at a time. She looks up at me every time she licks up and she's making a very loud "Mmmmmmm..." noise.

When she's finished, she stands up and dusts her knees off. She stares at me with those hungry eyes and it smells like the world should be burning around me. "All mine." I just look at her and say, simply: "Yes."

She gets in the passenger seat and I notice I've left a dent in the side of the car where I was leaning. I guess we'd have to relearn our limits.

I looked forward to it.

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I can honestly say I've never been in a car while naked. I haven't even had the pleasure of having sex in a car. So, driving a car naked is ... different. I'm thankful I have cloth seats now because leather would just stick and rub wrong. Do I put the seatbelt on? Why is that even a question when I'm naked but not when I'm clothed? It feels weird on me. Sarah's trying to figure out how to get the seatbelt to work with her new tits. The chest strap is annoying her and rubbing on her wrong. I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing but I actually do bite it and I choke off a curse from the quick pain. She glares at me.

I have to adjust the seat and move it back. I also move my feet on the peddles to get an idea of how my new body works in the car. It's very, very strange. I almost break the shifter putting the car in reverse. I almost crumple the steering wheel when I grip it. Sarah looks at me like I'm some moron but I catch the smile as she looks away.

I rent a house not too far away from work - maybe 10 miles. We're both lost in thought on the drive there. She stares out of the window and is feeling around her body lightly. I'm having a hard time controlling my dick simply because of Sarah sitting there and the way she smells.

It's different driving now. I see everything clearly even as late as it is. I can see incredibly far into the distance and I don't even need my headlights. Sarah had to remind me to turn them on. If I concentrate even time seems to slow down a little. I tried it while a bird flew in front of the car and I could see if flapping it's wings. Sounds are taking me longer to control. Everything is too loud including the sound of the car on the road.

Just as I think I'm handling the sounds better, Sarah looks at me. "Could you stop whatever it is you're doing?" She dips her fingers into her pussy and comes out with a clear string between her fingers. "I've been wet since the warehouse. I'm not totally complaining but, Jesus Christ. Is it always going to be like this near you?" She contemplates the pussy juice for a moment. I wonder how much of my sperm is in it. I came a lot tonight.

Suddenly, I smell something subtly different about her. It brings to mind summer days where a friend is spraying themselves with a water hose, only they decide to spray you for the hell of it and you both chase each other around. Is this what some smells are doing now? Like with the fire smell making me think of possession, jealousy and passion? She's still smiling and she brings her fingers to her mouth and does a full-toothed smile. "Mmmmmmmmmm..." she says with that husky voice she can apparently do on command now. She dips her fingers into her mouth and sucks. And sucks. And moves the fingers around all while making the sound.

She slowly brings her fingers down to her pussy and spreads her legs a bit. My head is pounding but not from a headache. The smell is incredibly strong. Her. Her smell. Some of me is mixed in there but this is all her. She dips her fingers inside herself and shifts around. "Oh man... Incredible." she moans. She teases me like that for the two minutes it takes before I finally pull up to the house.

I'd fuck her right then and there but we'd literally break the car and I think we're both too big to fit in one seat anyway. I get out and she watches me go with lazy eyes and her lazy smile. I open her door and almost take it off it's hinges. She's already undone her seatbelt and I snatch her out of the car. She must weigh 200 pounds of nearly pure muscle but I do it effortlessly. I'm starting to think my dick is invincible as it's hard again.

We make it into the house before fucking. Missionary, this time. Old school. On the floor. We both cum quickly and then spend minutes getting our strength back. The hunger hits me before it hits her but barely. We race each other to the kitchen and I'm not even embarrassed by the fact that we end up with leftover pizza and sandwiches. And chips. And nearly half of everything else in the fridge. I should feel sick eating as much as we did but I just feel full.

Sarah looks around after we've finished. We're both still nude. "Not bad, " she says. "It needs a lady's touch, though."

I grin at her. "Well, you're no lady but my place is yours. As you already know." She grins back at me and then punches me hard in the short ribs. She's fast and I wasn't expecting it so her fist connects. And bruises. Again, there's pain but it's remote and all I do is notice it and grunt from the impact. "Jesus. You left a..." but the bruise fades while we watch. We look at the spot where the bruise was and then back at each other.

"Fuck." she mutters. She traces her hand on the spot but it's just skin. Healthy healed skin. "Un-fucking-believable."

We take a shower together and I'm finally out of steam. My dick is trying to get hard but only making it half-way. I think if I waited longer it'd be ready but we're both exhausted. So, I eat her out. She leans back against the shower walls and I kneel down and suck on her cunt. I definitely get hair in my mouth but maybe my body thinks and reacts different because I barely notice.

The thumb on my left hand finds it's way to her clit and starts rubbing her back and forth and in circles. She bucks against me and grabs my hair. I'm not the only one that growls now, apparently. She's grumbling deep in her throat and sometimes moaning. My right hand grabs her ass and I look up at her. I move my finger towards her asshole and touch her there but then pause. I look at her again. She braces her right forearm against the wall and looks back at me intensely. "Do it." she says.

Her ass is slick from the shower and I've got my tongue deep into the folds of her pussy. I take the index finger of my right and play with the rim of her ass and she gasps and then growls some more. I look up at her again and then plunge the finger into her ass. She roars. She's bigger now but still lithe for her size and, well, and still human. I don't know how she does it but she roars and her ass pushing back against my finger, driving it in deeper.

So I take another finger and put it in. She's gasping and growling and saying "Yes, yes, yes" over and over again. I'm licking up and down her cunt and rubbing her clit with her left hand while I fuck her ass with my right hand. Her body is bucking and then she screams and starts shaking from her orgasm. I keep going and her left fist tightens in my hair. She's straining and shaking and the tub is making a noise like it's about to fracture but she's still cumming.

I finally pull out of her and she sits in the tub with her head down. "B... bastard. Fu..fucking bastard. I love you." And then she's laughing.

We clean each other off. "You should see yourself." she says. "You've got muscles where I didn't even think muscles existed. And, it's weird. I always liked clean shaven men before but seeing you with a hairy chest and cock. It's fucking hot. So I guess whatever that was tonight changed more than just our bodies." She's cleaning my back off as she says this, her hands working the soap over my body. She sprays the soap off and I feel her hands tracing the hardness of my back. "Definitely did something else to us." I hear her voice rumbling in a "Rrrrrrrrrrr" and her fingernails dig into my sides and back. Then, she licks me. Her tongue is rough on my back but it feels really fucking good. She's still growling but inbetween she's licking up and down back as if she's cleaning it off herself.

When she finishes I look back at her. She almost looks embarrassed but she's also licking her lips. "See? Why the hell did I just do that?" She asks me. "I just... I just wanted you to be clean and you smelled so damn good and... I just wanted you to be clean and that's what I thought of doing." She's not scared. She's not in shock. She's not about to cry. She's just talking aloud to herself and working through why she just licked the water off of my back. I hold her face in my hand and kiss her. Her tongue is still rough but not as rough as it was. Do our bodies change a little bit without us noticing?

Finally we crawl into bed. Where we don't, contrary to popular opinion, screw again. I tell her, "We need to talk in the morning. We need to work out whatever this means for us." She nods, sleepily and we pass out, spooning each other.

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When the alarm goes off at 6 am it hits my ears like a jackhammer. I'm standing in the corner, scanning the room before I realize I'm not in bed anymore. The only thoughts that went through my mind in the second the alarm went off to the next second was "noise! loud! attack!" I think it took only a second for me to go from bed to corner of the room. I took the sheet with me and it's barely settling on the ground as I come to full awareness. I'm crouched and I've got my arms held out and low to my sides with fingers and fingernails out to grab or rip. I'm snarling and my teeth are bared. I don't remember doing any of that.

Sarah is at the other side of the room and it looks like the change hit her the same way. She's crouched on the ground with her arms wide and fingernails dug into the carpet in front of her. Her right leg is half-stretched behind her and her right is held under her. She looks like a great cat ready to pounce on something. We're both breathing hard.

The alarm clock is crushed and a tangy, disgusting smelling smoke rises from it. I must've crushed on the way to the corner. The mattress is ripped on both sides and the bed is broken. I try to remember exactly what happened when the alarm went off but I can't grasp it. I look at my fingernails and I see how sharp they are still. We both must've clawed the mattress grabbing for purchase and then broke the frame as we leapt.

Realization comes to Sarah and she yells out a startled "Fuck!" She's breathing hard and my adrenaline spikes from her smell. Apparently her freaking out makes me freak out even more. We look at each other and her eyes are dilated and glittering gold. I slowly stand and loosen my muscles. She takes a second longer but then stands up, too. "Jesus-fucking-Christ" she says. "No more fucking alarm clocks. I almost killed..." she looks around the room sheepishly. "... something."

Her hair is wild from sleep and she's still breathing fast. Her breasts are bouncing in time to her breathing and I'm already hard. She looks at me, looks at my dick and raises an eyebrow. "We should..." her eyes lose focus a little and she brings a hand down to rub her clit. "We should... Dammit! Stop doing that!" Sarah jerks her hand away from her cunt and opens the window. She sticks her head out of breathes deeply. "Stay over there until I clear my head. Your smell... I keep getting a mention picture of me with my ass up and you fucking me and I can't think straight. We need to talk about some things before we do anything else. Put on some clothes for god sake." I pretend I don't see her playing with her nipple throught that speech and dig around for some clothes.

I'm able to find some of my older shirts and pants that kind of fit so I put them on. My underwear strains but still fits. Sarah watches me while she stands next to the window. I can smell her and I know what she's thinking regardless of her telling me to giver her a break. The smell is strong, hot and humid and I feel myself flush with the bloodrush. My teeth grind together and I almost take her there but I don't. I close my eyes and breathe deeply several times and calm myself down.

Sarah finds some of my clothes to fit her. We're both fooling each other. With our new sense of smell the clothes change nothing. We're working hard to control ourselves. It's like working a weak muscle we never knew we had. I don't have any coffee so we grab some water and sit across from each other at the little table near the kitchen.

"Where do we start?" I ask.

Sarah thinks about it for a moment and answers. "Easy - what happened last night? Well, okay. I don't even need to ask that, do I? I changed. Did you change because of me or were you going to already? I think because of me. How did it feel to you? Was there anything different to you before the warehouse?"

"No." I tell her. "I was fine the whole day. The only thing I noticed was when we walked up the stairs I had a hard-on and really wanted to have sex with you every possibly way. But I was just horny. Not anything else. I think you were putting out a smell that did something to me. A crazy aphrodesiac or something. I only started changing after I'd been eating you out for a while."

She shifts uncomfortably in her chair and licks her lips when I mention eating her out. I cough and she blushes before talking. "Okay, okay. So, yeah. So it's me. I did it to you. No, wait. Don't interrupt. I'm not going to apologize because we both know I'd be lying if I said I was sorry. This, " and she holds up her hand and clenches into a fist. Muscles stand out in her arm like a small tree trunk. "This is a gift. I wouldn't give this back if I could and I'll kill anyone that tries to take you from me. I don't know if that's me talking or the change talking but we're together and nothing is going to change that now."

I'm nodding my head while she's talking. "You're right. You're totally right. I wouldn't give any of this up, either. I was happy enough with who I was before but this is unbelievable. But, how? How did it happen? Is it a one time thing? It wasn't a full moon last night, I know that. Are there other like us? Can we change others to be like us?"

Sarah taps her finger on the table and looks down, thinking. "I don't know. I think... I think if we have these bodies then maybe it won't just happen once. Last night in the shower when I was... " she stops and does look a little embarrassed now "... licking you, my tongue felt different. It felt longer and rougher. Before I did it I just felt this urge to do it. Like, he's dirty and I should clean him because I'm his..." Sarah stops here and looks down again. She coughs and continues, "Because you're who you are. So, I did it. After I started I felt my tongue do something and then it was bigger and felt different against your skin. It kept bumping against my teeth so I know it was larger. The same thing this morning. When the alarm went off and I was on the ground, I had claws not fingernails or toenails. They were sharp and even thicker than before."

"So. Werewolves, huh?" I say, because I have no idea what else to say right now. We both sit there for a few moments. "Why? Why you? Or us?" I ask.

"The fuck should I know?" she says, angry at something. "You want to call up a psychic and ask? Or go see the doctor? They'd have fun with that. Then we could see if we heal from antidepressants or whatever other meds they tried to pump into us as fast as you do from bruises." I snort and wave my hands because I know how that'd sound.

So I try another question. "Do you think there's more of us?" Sarah bits the corner of her mouth and wrinkles her brow. "Maybe? I have a hard time thinking I'm ... we're the only ones like this. I mean, yeah, why us if we're the only ones?"

We trail off again after that and I reach across the small table for her hands and she meets me half-way. We hold hands like this for a moment. I break the silence. "You know. I don't really know anything about you. We talk at work but that's it. I don't... I mean..." I falter. What should I say? I know we have some things in common but to get to where we are now we'd usually have been dating for years.

Sarah looks at me. Simply and honestly. She just looks right at me. She grips my hand and it almost hurts. "We'll learn. I can't live without you now." she says.

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It's getting close to 7 so I call into work and tell them I'm not coming in today. I'm sure my boss thinks I just want a long weekend but after this past week he's happy so he doesn't care. Sarah calls in 20 minutes later and he's less happy about having nobody in the IT department but he can't really fire us so it doesn't matter.

We're starving again and Sarah needs better clothes that actually fit her so we decide to combine both of those needs and go to the mall. It's during the week and early morning so it shouldn't be too busy, right? I ask if she's going to be cool just wearing my old t-shirt and she grins at me. "Hell, yeah. Bring on the stares, I say. They don't have a freakin' chance." I grin back at her and we kiss. The kiss turns into groping and the groping turns into us suddenly breaking apart and stepping away. "Okay, Christ." I say. "This will be an actual problem for me. Every time you even think of something related to sex then that's all I can think about." Sarah doesn't look at me. "Same here." she says. Her voice is rough and her scent is hot and spicy and I know she's mentally talking herself down from having sex.

It takes a second for my eyes to adjust to actual sunlight and I sneeze three times before I can see properly. Sarah is smarter than me and just shades her eyes until her eyes can handle it. It's sunny out but the wind is cold. I can tell it's supposed to be cold the same way you can feel how cold an ice cube is if you put your hand a few inches away. Like last night it doesn't bother me but I know it's cold.

We talk on the drive to the mall. I learned that she hates jewelry but she likes to dress well. She says she used to wear earings every so often but is pretty sure the holes in her ears healed up after last night. She tells me a little about her childhood. Her mother died when she was young so her older brother and father raised her. She looks up to both of them and still talks to her dad a lot. I'm guessing that's where the cussing and non-jewelry-wearing come from.

I rest my hand on her thigh and she automatically covers it with her hand while she's talking. She didn't date much and, at 25, has only had two boyfriends. They both lasted less than a year.

I tell her about my childhood and she chuckles at me being a nerd and demands to see my high school photos. We hadn't really talked ages before but I'm secretly glad she's only 5 years younger than me. She doesn't believe me when I tell her I've never had a girlfriend but then does when I tell her I played Dungeons & Dragons as a kid. I tell her it was valuable research because otherwise I would probably only know about werewolves through all the goddamned advertisements for the Twilight movies. She makes retching noises and I love her even more.

We're about 15 minutes away from the mall when she unzips my pants. She doesn't ask and isn't shy about it. She just reaches over and struggles with the zipper until it's down and the button is off. I scoot my butt down on the seat to make it easier for her. When she's got my pants down my dick almost puts her eye out because her face is too close. She yelps and calls it a dick which sets us off both laughing for a few moments. Then, she unzips her own borrowed pants and reaches a hand in. I just now realize she's not wearing panties.

She pleasures herself with her right hand and starts pumping my cock with her left hand. I keep my left hand on the wheel and lean my right arm on her body while running my hand through her hair. "I've been ... I've been wanting ... wanting this all fucking morning." She gasps as she fingers herself. "Everytime I remember your cock in my mouth last night... God." Now her mouth is on me and she's not slow this time. She's bobbing her head up and down and I have to focus on the road. Every so often she pulls her head off to lick and suck on the top of my dick and then lick up and down the length of it. She's right. I feel her tongue change. The top of it roughens and I know it's longer. She's whimpering as she's sucking me.

Traffic is light and I'm barely paying attention. A jacked up truck roars past us and then slows down, letting me catch up to it. The driver and passenger are staring into our car. They're both young and look like they're hicks that stumbled into a Gap store for the first time in their life. The passenger whistles and they both cheer us on. We hear it perfectly through the traffic and two rolled-up windows. Sarah doesn't even turn around. She pulls her right hand out of pants and flips the guy off. The driver laughs and guns the truck forward.

Sarah pulls off of me again and sucks on my balls. I grab her by her neck and stick my dick back in her mouth. She moans and starts slapping her pussy as she masturbates herself. My toes curl and I put a dent in the steering wheel as I cum. Sarah's still masturbating but now she's swallowing my load and making little "ahhn ahhn ahhn" noises as she does. Her own orgasm rocks the rock and I'm starting to think this little Geo Prism is not going to last us long.

When I stop cumming she licks me clean and I can hear a very small growl as she does it. Her eyes are slightly blank and I catch glances at her while she does it. Her fingernails are thick and sharp and her ears are more pointed than they should be. Her tongue _is_ longer and it wraps more than half of my cock during one of the licks.

I grab her by the head and pull her up to kiss her - not caring about my own cum in her mouth. She's definitely growling and her sharp claws are kneading at my thigh. I dart glances at the road and Sarah is jerking me off again. When I break from the kiss she blinks several times and her eyes are more focused. She stops jacking me off and wipes the her mouth with the back of her arm and then licks it off with that long tongue of hers. Her nails are already back to normal. She looks at her crotch and, without hesitating, takes off her seatbelt bends her head down and starts licking her pussy off. She can't reach all the way but she can get a good bit of it with that tongue. It makes a rasping wet noise everytime she does it. When she can't reach anymore places she wipes her juice off with her fingers and then cleans her fingers off with her tongue. She makes a show of it and I'm still hard.

"See?" she says. "Not a second thought to cleaning you or myself off. I don't even feel ashamed or weirded out about it." She rolls her shoulders and zips her pants up. "By the way, you're on your own with your pants. I think it'll take a while before you're able to zip them up, Mr. Perky." She laughs and squeezes my dick fondly.

It's 5 minutes before I get soft and 2 minutes after that when we roll into the mall parking lot.