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The cold beer hit the back of Silver’s throat as she tipped the bottle to the sky. She felt proud of herself, holding to the promise to Celeste of less alcohol per night. She had only had three beers so far! Three! She definitely didn’t feel the compulsion to go to the fridge and grab another. Totally. But then again, one more couldn’t hurt, right?
Like a woman possessed, she jumped to her feet and walked toward the fridge. She threw it open, the clinking bottles like a symphony to her wolf ears. “Oh, come to Momma.” Reaching into the back, she grabbed the neck of a beer and turned back to the couch.
She lazily rubbed her eyes and looked up. There Celeste stood, in the middle of the living room, giving her a stern glare. Silver jumped backwards, not ready for the stealthy unicorn’s entrance. “SHIT. Oh, uh, hey, Starlight.” She shoved the beer behind her back in a weak attempt to hide her mission for more alcohol.
Still in her circus outfit, Celeste’s boots stomped forward to land right in front of the sheepish werewolf. “What number are you on?”
“Uh, zero. No, one. Yeah. One. One beer.”
“No, it’s not.” Celeste reached behind Silver to grab the bottle. She sauntered to the fridge and put it back among the sea of beer. “It’s never your first.” Silver felt her face get red from embarrassment.
“I- I didn’t hear you come in.”
Celeste softly giggled. “Must’ve been too enamored with your drinks, huh?”
“I guess, sorry.” Silver sheepishly brought her hand to the back of her head. “I really have been trying to cut back. To be honest, I just finished my third. That’s better than before, right?”
“Yeah. It is.” Celeste lifted her hand to caress Silver’s blushing cheek. She lifted up on her tippy toes and brought a quick smooch to her girlfriend’s lips. She could hear Silver’s tail swishing below at a rapid pace. “You’re trying. That’s what’s important to me right now.”
Silver closed her eyes and nuzzled into Celeste’s touch before the hand fell away and she had walked away to take off her circus outfit. Silver glanced at the fridge one last time before following the unicorn to the living room. “Was work ok?”
Celeste flopped onto the couch and began to take off her shoes. “Eh, we’re starting the slower season so less people are in the stands. Less pressure to perform tricks at the highest caliber, I guess.” She peeled off the jacket and laid it over the couch, joining Silver’s jacket. “All I could think about was getting home though.” She said with a warm smile.
All this affection was new to Silver. She spent a good chunk of her life wallowing in depression and self-loathing, but Celeste entered her life like a guardian angel. Getting herself out of that mental hole was difficult, but with the unicorn by her side, it felt as if progress was no longer the insurmountable object it once was. In the recent months, she felt like she was making true strides to become a better person and a better partner. At the center of it all was Celeste. How could one gal be so lucky to end up by your side, Silver thought.
She sat down next to Celeste, who was continuing to take off her circus uniform, and laid her head on her shoulder. She laid there for a moment, hearing the rustling of satin and the small grunts of force from Celeste. Without a word, Silver turned and nuzzled into Celeste’s neck while wrapping her arm around the girl undressing on the couch.
Celeste stopped what she was doing, as taking off clothes with an arm wrapped around you is a decently difficult task. “Wolfie, can I at least take off all my gross work clothes before you get needy?”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.” Silver gripped her arm even tighter. “Need you.”
“I know you do, I just-” As Celeste turned her head to face the werewolf, she saw those golden irises staring directly into her. All the desire and want that hid beneath them. Acknowledging the eye contact, Silver blinked a couple times and leaned in to kiss Celeste on the cheek. Slow, purposeful kisses dotted the unicorn’s face. It was as if Silver was memorizing the pattern of her face with just her lips. She went down to Celeste’s neck and planted multiple smooches before making her way back up to the face. Little by little, she crept towards Celeste’s lips. She moved her hand up from the waist to the side of Celeste’s face and turned it toward her own. Then, a slow kiss between the two lovers.
“Oh, Lilah. I missed you.” Celeste moaned into Silver’s mouth.
“I know. I missed you too.” Silver said before going in for another deep kiss.
Celeste moved her arm up to cradle the hand that was caressing her face. After tracing Silver’s fingers, she made enough room so that her hand could slip in behind and the two could embrace hands. After a couple more seconds of kissing, Celeste used that hand to yank Silver from her side and on top of her. Silver yelped as she was pulled from her complacency. Celeste used her now free hand to wrap around the back of the werewolf and pull her in for yet another deep kiss.
Their lips danced around each other, both hungry for a taste of the other. Silver’s were rough and scarred from her days of bounty hunting while Celeste’s were properly moisturized and meticulously taken care of for appearances’ sake. The difference between the two was plain as day, yet maybe that’s what made them work so well together. The tough exterior of the werewolf with a sappy streak at her core clicked with the poppy appearance juxtaposed with the hardened interior of the unicorn. Wherever one faltered, the other could step up.
Silver nudged her tongue against Celeste’s lips, which parted ever so slightly to allow it to enter. She plunged her tongue inside, giving Celeste a minor shock due to how aggressive it was. It gave her an idea. If Silver was this needy, why not turn up the heat?
“Aw, the puppy really did miss me, didn’t she?” She moaned in between kisses.
Silver pulled back, face slightly red and hair askew. “I already told you I did. I missed you a lot. Like. A lot a lot.”
A snide smile crept across Celeste’s face as her hands began to roam Silver’s body. “I wonder which parts of me she missed the most.” She dragged her fingers up her back, her nails every so slightly getting caught on the thin white tank top that Silver was wearing. Celeste moved her hands all the way up to Silver’s shoulders before landing on her biceps and squeezed. “What parts she wants to grab and squeeze with those,” She paused and chuckled. “Mediocre muscles of hers.”
“Mediocre?!” An audible growl could be heard beneath the word Silver repeated back.
“Wolfie, let’s be honest, all the trapeze work I do has really given me a chance to beef up and lap my poor girl in strength. There’s nothing wrong with that.” Celeste moved her right hand to hold Silver’s face in a mocking way, goading the werewolf to react. She could tell there was something boiling beneath the surface. Something wild perhaps. Celeste began to feel nails dig into her side as the werewolf glared at her with frustration.
“Off. The uniform.” There was something menacing lingering in those words, one that Celeste really was debating on poking and prodding. But she also would rather not have to sew another circus outfit, so she obliged the command. She stood up off the couch and began to undress the rest of her outfit. Silver just sat on the couch, her hands clasped as she leaned forward and watched.
Slipping off the bodysuit, Celeste was left in just her white panties and bra. Feeling exceptionally exposed given that Silver was still fully dressed in her tank top and jeans, there was an instinct to cover herself and shy away. It felt more like a show as the werewolf sat, unmoving, on the couch. She watched as Silver closed her eyes, and breathed slowly through her mouth. Then, like a burst of lightning, she burst forward and grabbed Celeste’s waist. Her right hand swept underneath her girlfriend to buckle her knees and force Celeste to crumple into her arms. From there, Silver hefted the unicorn over her shoulder and began to walk toward the bedroom.
Silver kicked open the door with a huff. The devious smile that was spread across the unicorn’s face disappeared. “Hey, be careful! I don’t want marks on the door.”
“You don’t get to make decisions right now.” Silver retorted before pulling Celeste off her shoulder and throwing her on the bed. An audible grunt could be heard as Celeste was splayed out over the bed.
“Ooh, the big bad wolf has got some fire in her.” She grinned. “Did I make you mad, Lilah?” A question she already knew the answer to. An answer that could be seen in the iron gaze that loomed at the edge of the bed. Celeste gave a fake scoff at the sight. “Oh, please. This is basically nothing, I’ve dealt with scarier looking hecklers who find my tricks boring. You really have to step up your g-” She couldn’t even finish the sentence before a hand was latched around her throat. The werewolf was directly on top of her.
“You talk too much.” Silver squeezed her paw around Celeste’s throat, letting a hampered breath escape her mouth. “I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to rile me up.”
Even through her restricted airways, Celeste continues to taunt her girlfriend. “Oh, but it's working, isn’t it?” A smug smile appears across her face as more beleaguered breaths can be heard.
Silver knows it is. That’s what irritates her so much about the situation. She always was the ragebaitable type, she just found someone willing to really press the right buttons. This little shit of a unicorn just always finds a way to get into her mind and fuck with it. Silver stares into the eyes of her partner, half-lidded due to desire. She peers deep inside and finds pure lust staring back at her. Celeste really wants this, doesn’t she? If it’s the wolf she’s taunting, it’s the wolf she’ll get. Let’s hope she won’t regret it is the last thought produced by Silver’s human form before she pushes the unicorn back onto the bed.
Silver can feel the blood pumping through her body as any outside noise becomes blocked out by the pure roar being produced by her brain. Every inch of her skin begins to burn as muscle begins to grow and hair starts to emerge. Her surroundings are impossible to take in, but she can tell that by now she’s fallen off the bed by the feel of her knees scraping the carpet. Her human hand reaches up to touch sweaty face and as it does, Silver’s nails extend. What once was a normal human nail becomes a claw as it pokes the top of her face. She pushes it away and looks down at the rest of her hand. The bones start to crack as they extend beyond her normal human form into something far more canine in nature. The cracking becomes louder as Silver feels her whole body grow larger in size, the bed and Celeste shrinking by the second. Muscles expand on her legs, providing the perfect tool to pounce on her potential prey. Her biceps grow in tandem as the full strength of a werewolf begins to appear. The burning sensation she’s felt during the entire transformation continues as white hairs can be seen popping up one by one before growing into a full coat, covering every part of the girl’s body. Lastly but definitely not least, the maw. Through her delirious transformation, Silver focuses her eyes as much as she can onto her nose. It stretches beyond what was perceived as normal for a regular human before half-merging with the top half of her lip. A painful process, but one that is barely felt through the endorphins rushing through the wolf’s brain. The entire process in Silver’s mind is perceived as a several minute long, agonizing process that rips away the mere idea of a human body. The facade of a normal person cleaved away to reveal the horrid nature of the beast within. In reality, it took around 20 seconds.
So there Celeste sat, witnessing something she may not have been prepared for. But it would be a lie to say her body had not reacted in kind. Staining her underwear and potentially the sheets, her wetness surprised even her. She could barely process that feeling however, as all eyes were focused on the hulking beast that lay off the side of the bed. Deep, labored breathing could be heard as the werewolf’s face was still facing the floor. Her clothes were torn up from the transformation and they lay scattered across the ground. Celeste was scared to say something for fear of any repercussions. She mustered up the strength to say a single word: “Hey…”
Silver’s head snapped towards her, teeth bare as small droplets of drool fell onto the carpet. Those irises that once held Silver’s human desires stared right into Celeste and all that she could see back at her was animalistic in its wants. She swallowed hard, knowing what fate awaited her in a few moments.
Silver slowly stood up, her maw still clamped shut as it breathed heavily. She was a domineering beast with her bulging arms, razor-sharp claws, and engorged thighs. But as Celeste continued to scan her newly transformed girlfriend, she noticed a peculiar new addition to her body.
A cock.
One that hung between her thighs and a sizable one at that. Celeste had to estimate it was at least 6 inches, probably more. It’s not like she’d be able to get a ruler with Silver’s current state. Hell, if she even moved, there was a decent chance the werewolf would spring into action and fuck her into the mattress. Not that she’d complain about that, of course.
As Celeste was busy eye fucking the apex predator standing at the side of her bed, Silver’s primal brain was beginning to work in overdrive. It saw the gorgeous tattooed girl standing practically naked on the bed and sent blood flowing into the right spots. All the while, thoughts of “breed”, “fuck”, “mark” and “claim” were the only things that echoed through the wolf’s mind. Celeste would be her prey. She had been the one to bring out the wolf, after all. Eventually, Silver felt the heft of her half-erect cock. It stood forward, the head lazily pointing in the direction of its target.
Silver took a step forward, limiting the distance between herself and the girl splayed out on the bed. The bedroom light created an imposing figure of the wolf as it stood over Celeste. Finally, the wolf opened its jaws to utter a word. “MINE.”
With that, she reached her hand out to grab Celeste’s horn to pull her where she desired. The unicorn let out a moan as the horn could be used as an erogenous zone in the bedroom and Celeste was quite sensitive. The huge paw yanked Celeste to the edge of the bed where the werewolf now stood. Her cock was fully erect by now and it was clear where the girl’s services would be required. Silver slammed her face right up against the thick shaft. It was sweaty and covered in a delightful musk, something that drew Celeste wild. Another word escaped the mouth of the wolf. “LICK.” So she did.
Celeste opened her mouth and lathered her tongue against Silver’s cock as quickly as could. The taste of her girlfriend’s new dick was incredibly erotic. She continued to licked the pole clean as if it was the only thing in the world that mattered. She caressed the front and the side, getting as much coverage as she could with the circumference being the only barrier in her way.
Celeste looked up and saw a different sight than the pure rage-filled, animalistic lust that came before. Instead, she saw half-lidded eyes staring down at her, a tongue hanging outside jaws that were covered in rows of sharp teeth. She let out a small giggle, knowing that even if Silver was this hulking beast, it was still her girlfriend deep down.
The laugh awoke something within Silver. Her eyes popped open and her paw tightened its grip on the unicorn’s horn. It began to move her up and down the cock displaying the raw strength that lay within the beast. “MORE.” The tongue continued the work it had been put out to do. Even as Celeste was pulled up and down, her tongue still tried to lather every square inch of skin with wetness. She would consider it shameful if by the end, she hadn’t personally tasted every part of Silver’s cock.
Between her efforts to wrap her tongue around the large dick, Celeste also had been dragging her nose along it. She was able to soak in the wondrous smell of her werewolf girlfriend’s newly acquired dick. She had to be careful not to become addicted to what would be a temporary experience. It wouldn’t be healthy to force out the curse that lay inside Silver every single moment that Celeste wanted to have a good time. She’d have to make good use out of this while it happened. That included burning the smell of her cock deep inside her brain. Celeste never wanted to forget the scent of sweat, hair, trace amounts of alcohol, everything that reminded her of Silver. Everything that she could smell along the long length that stood before her. So she sniffed. Licked. Soaked it in.
Silver continued to drag her unicorn girlfriend along her dick. She savored that tongue that seemed to hunt down every bit of her dick it could find. Her head drifted up to the ceiling, nose almost bumping the roof as her tongue again found its way out of her mouth. This went on for a minute before the wolf’s thoughts re-emerged and gave her a new idea on how to use the unicorn.
She pulled her head back down from the ceiling and stared at the girl that was burying her nose into the bottom of the werewolf’s dick. Silver grasped at the horn again, pulling Celeste off her body. The unicorn’s tongue was still half out as she stared up at Silver. A brief pause happened as the two met each other’s gaze. Celeste swallowed, before opening her mouth again to speak. “Please, Wolfie. I want more. I need more. I need more of you and your cock. Please.” As if Silver needed any more encouragement.
With one paw, Silver grabbed Celeste by the waist, lifting her up. “Oh, fuck, you can do with just one- oh my god.” Her face was beet red, clearly turned on by the strength being displayed.
Silver hoisted her up and flipped her around before tossing her back onto the bed, stomach up. This left Celeste with her head dangling off the side of the mattress, her mouth dangerously close to Silver’s juicy cock. She was left with a short amount of time to get her bearings as she lay upside down, her internal compass spinning from the roughness. Her eyes flicked around to ground herself in any way. As soon as she was able to see her werewolf gf’s imposing figure and recognize those powerful thighs that stood in front of her, she felt a cock slam into her agape mouth.
It was so sudden that Celeste’s body jerked in response. The thick cock left little space as it hit the back of her throat. It blocked Celeste’s ability to breathe as it had clogged her airways. Just as the massive dick had rammed its way in, Silver slid it back out.
Celeste was only given a mere instance to gather as much air as she could since she felt the werewolf’s grip tighten around her arms that lay by her side. This party had only just begun. She gulped in the oxygen she could before the cock worked its way back into her mouth and down her throat. Silver went in and out, back and forth, working Celeste’s mouth like it was a toy for her to use. That thought alone worked up the unicorn even more. What could she do against this giant beast of a woman? The fact that Celeste merely was a tiny plaything for a monster such as this sent her into overdrive.
Her eyes rolled up into the back of her head as her mouth continued to be barraged with attacks. The wolf snarled and growled as she pummeled the prey that lay on the bed in front of her. The prey that had such a beautiful and tight mouth for her to fuck. The prey that was so eager to be used by her. The prey that moaned as Silver thrust her dick as deep as she could.
Silver took her paws off Celeste’s arms and grabbed her head. A better grip for a quicker fuck. Just as she did, the pheromone-addled brain of the wolf sensed some apprehension from her girlfriend. It was Celeste’s hands, pushing back against her. A plea for air. Even though she was completely wolfed out, Silver still knew that it was her girlfriend that lay below.
She pulled out, eliciting a large coughing fit from the girl that lay below. Silver whimpered with a small feeling of shame as she felt that she had gone too far. But as she did, Celeste, who had just finished her reclamation of air, looked right at the wolf’s eyes and hungrily ordered a command to her loyal dog. “I want you to face-fuck me and cum down my throat. Don’t stop until you do.” As she finished her statement, her arms reached around to grab the werewolf’s ass as she opened her mouth and yanked the wolf’s cock right back into her mouth.
Silver grinned, her rows of sharp teeth visible as she felt the soft mouth of Celeste envelop her cock. Enjoying the view of how her girlfriend looked with a werewolf dick in her mouth, those paws that were still cradled around Celeste’s head gripped it tight. The sharp claws that lay on the end of them had ever so slightly dug into the soft flesh, but not enough to draw blood. Silver enjoyed the brief moment before pulling back her cock and slamming it back into her partner’s throat.
Celeste’s hands still held Silver’s firm ass as she was being face-fucked. She gripped onto it with dear life, feeling the fluffy white fur that had sprouted up from the transformation. The slightly mangled and soft hair was perfect for gripping onto. To Celeste, it was a way to ground her. Holding onto something that was real and keeping her mind slipping into nothingness as her throat was being used. To Silver, it was a sign of her girlfriend’s commitment and unwavering enthusiasm. Celeste had brought on this transformation and its unintended side effects. Feeling the thin fingers curled around her ass, pushing for more, that was all the encouragement the werewolf needed as she pushed her dick as far as she could and kept it there.
“WARM. GOOD.” Celeste’s throat felt like nothing Silver had ever felt before. It was just so warm and inviting. As she kept thrusting in and out of it, feeling moans hum against her dick, saliva dribbling out, and seeing the way that her cock bulged against the unicorn’s throat, something felt like it was going to burst.
Silver had orgasmed before but having a cock was new to her. This was a feeling that began below her shaft. Buried deep below her balls that were slapping against the face of Celeste, a creeping sensation began to arise. It slowly snaked its way up before resting at the bottom of her dick. She figured that this only meant one thing. “GONNA. CUM.”
Upon hearing those two words, Celeste began to moan even harder. She buried her nails into the ass that she hadn’t let go of this entire time. She tried bracing her tongue on the bottom of the surging dick, it didn’t matter, whatever it took just so her Wolfie could come right down her throat.
It was like a cork being popped. An explosion at the end of Silver’s dick. Hot ropes rapidly hit the back of Celeste’s throat as cum began pumping from her cock for the first time in Silver’s life. She threw her head up and howled at the ceiling. The shrill sound echoed right back into her ears which caused her to stop and whimper before getting distracted by the feeling of her girlfriend greedily guzzling all the cum she could take.
Celeste felt the warm substance she’d been trying to draw out of the werewolf the entire night. It was salty and as some hit the top of her mouth, she remarked on how viscous it was compared to when she would make Silver cum in her regular form. Something about that lycan form truly enhanced the bounty hunter in every way.
More streaks of hot cum peppered the back of her throat, but by the 7th pump, she could feel the strength of them begin to wane. After it seemed like all the wolf’s seed had been extracted, she lifted her tongue up and licked the underside, making sure that any leftovers were dealt with. Silver whined in response. Celeste pulled herself off the large shaft and remarked, “Aww, is my strong puppy sensitive?” All Celeste got was a big, stupid grin and the swishing of a tail.
Finally reorienting herself after being upside down for so long, the unicorn had to take a bit of time so all the blood rushed from her head. As she sat there, hands against the blanket, she felt a nudge on her left pinky finger. It was Silver. Sitting down, still in her lycan form, and waiting for attention. Celeste scoffed. “Oh, you big idiot. Get over here.”
She guided Silver in between her legs and began to softly pet her. The wolf’s head lay on the bed and stared into the unicorn’s eyes. Celeste felt the cozy fur of her girlfriend and began to hum a melody, one that plays often at a bar Silver brings her to regularly. She couldn’t remember the name of the song, but Silver recognized the tune as she closed her eyes and began to sway her head to the rhythm. Celeste followed suit before leaning down and touching her forehead to Silver’s. It was serenity in its truest form.
The two stayed motionless for a while before eventually Celeste could feel the wolf she held in her hands begin to shrink. Silver was changing back to her human form. But Celeste didn’t budge from her position. She still kept her forehead held to her girlfriend until she sensed the once commanding presence of the werewolf disappear, and in her place was a charming bounty hunter with a bit of alcohol on her breath.
Celeste opened her eyes and stared at the girl that was on her knees. She stared right back. They peered into each other's souls and found the exact same thing. Love. Truly a pair in dumb, glorious love.