Chapter Seven

By the time Gene had to go back to the school, Laura and Joe had moved in together. It was late Fall, and some nights were too cold for being outside. When Gene left, he said he might have to stay two weeks. Merry was pleased at the enthusiasm he was showing for the thesis he was working on, but missed his presence. Lupe hadn't been coming much, and she felt frustrated by not having anyone around.

One night during a run, she came across wolf spore inside her territory. That was very unusual, because the pack respected her marking. It must be a rogue of some kind, she thought, and marked more carefully. But the next night she saw it again.

The next day, as dusk was settling in, a wolf appeared at the outskirts of the glade in front of her house. It took her by surprise, and at first she thought it was Lupe. But then she realized it had different markings, a little grey streak on both sides of the neck. She was standing by the grill in a pair of shorts and halter, but it was chilly. As she watched, the wolf started slowly across the grass toward her, head down so as not to threaten. It had a funny look, not like Lupe and his pack.

Merry had a knife she had used to trim the deer meat she was cooking, enough for several days, and wasn't worried by the animal, but was curious. As it got closer, it seemed to be studying her, and there was a look of intelligence in the eyes. She thought it was a female. It got about ten feet from her, then stopped. It was sniffing, as though trying to get a sense of Merry's reaction. Its eyes were locked to hers. It was bigger than Lupe.

Merry had always felt private around her house, as though a psychic bubble surrounded it. But now she got the same feeling about the space she and the animal occupied. It was as if the world was locked out, and it seemed suddenly warmer. There was a feeling of electricity, of excitement about standing so close to the strange beast, outside yet totally private. There seemed to be a little glow around the wolf. It was making unusual grunting noises, and she could swear it's coat was getting thinner, and changing color.

Suddenly she realized it was changing, not only the coat, but the legs, and the head. Hair was growing on the brow as the rest of the body seemed to retract its covering and skin began replacing it. The hind legs were lengthening, and the front paws were becoming human. A face began emerging, and it was straining, but with a smile of accomplishment as the transformation went on. The whole thing took a minute or two, and a woman was kneeling there, still staring up at Merry. She stood up, even as the last vestiges of the animal faded away. Her raw natural beauty shocked Merry, even as she felt a twinge of amazement and sexual attraction.

Her hair was black, falling over her shoulders, with two streaks of grey on the sides. Her face had strong, strikingly attractive features, with a wide, full mouth, and dark bushy eyebrows like Merry's. She was tall, well muscled and tawny, with large, full breasts that had big nipples that were very dark. Her flat stomach ended in a big furry pubic nest, hiding her cunt completely. Her long legs were spread slightly, and her hands rested on her thighs. The last change was her nails slowly shrinking, but they were still long. The look of strain left, to be replaced by a smile of feral power as Merry stared, feeling the woman's attraction. The woman's hands stretched out, and she growled out a sound of pleasure that made Merry's stomach tingle. She seemed to be shuddering in climax.

Breathing heavily, she spoke. "I've been watching you Merry. The last couple of weeks. You're already a lot like me." The woman took a step toward her. Merry was almost frozen in place. "Lupe loves you, Merry. But he can't resist one of his own kind. For a human, you embrace our animal instincts better than anyone I've ever known. I just started roaming here a couple of weeks ago, and imagine my surprise to see you and your mate running around nude. But you're the one who really loves being an animal." The woman took three steps and embraced Merry, pressing the big tits against her body, rubbing the large hairy mound against hers.

There was a unique smell to her, a lot like Lupe's, but stronger and sweeter. She was whispering seductively. "You want my animal passion. You want to go the final step, to experience sexual pleasure as a real beast, with a beast." Merry felt the woman press harder to her, and kiss her deeply, a long thick tongue exploring her mouth, hands on her ass pulling their hips together. Merry felt their pubic bones churning together, her clit tingling with the contact. Her own arms reached tentatively around the naked flesh, caressing the firm back and ass, turned on by the contact with her skin. It was a little moist with sweat, and a flush of sensual lust started building up in her young groin. The woman felt the touch, and took Merry's hand and pulled it into her cunt.

Merry felt the puffy lips, hot to her touch, and began caressing the wet folds. Their mouths joined again, and suddenly she wanted to be naked with this aggressive amazon. Merry had always been the aggressor in sexual foreplay, but yearned to submit to this creature's confident dominance. Stepping back from their embrace, she started to strip. As the halter dropped away, she lifted her breasts to touch the nipples to the large dark pair before her. Both were stiff with excitement. Both women were staring at the contact, sighing with pleasure.

"Ohhh, you are sexy, Merry. I just knew it. I wasn't, when I first changed. A man did it, because he wanted to do me. It worked. But you already know the sensual freedom, the thrill of sex in the wild. And the orgasms are even better. You'll see when I cum with you." She broke the contact and knelt to the forest floor, pulling off her conquest’s shorts.

At first, all Merry felt was the warm breath on her twat hair, but then the tip of that long tongue wormed between her labial folds, touching the clitty already hardening. Groaning, Merry humped to the tongue, and felt her pussy completely surrounded by that sexy mouth. It started sucking and licking hungrily, making cream start to flow. It caused a surrender to the erotic feeling starting to course through the auburn haired beauty's groin. The woman wriggled further under Merry, and seemed to envelop her whole slit, while the tongue entered her vagina three or four inches, seeming impossibly thick. Merry started to groan with pleasure, fucking her hips to the ferocious mouth. She doubled over and fell to the ground, the leafy grass comfortable and soft. The sucking woman never let her pussy go.

Merry wriggled her face around toward the hairy cunt. The big woman growled again, still eating her, and rolled to her own back, pulling Merry on top. She growled even louder as the keening young girl buried her face between the legs spread in anticipation, and Merry began slurping and licking frantically, tasting the unique flavor of the cream flowing from the woman. The tawny character of the woman's body was stimulating powerful thrills as the tongue thrust knowledgably into her. Merry began to lose herself in the erotic embrace. Suddenly the contact at her slit was broken, and she felt warm breath seeming to cool her down. "Not too fast, darling. That's the nice thing about human fucking, you can make it last and last, and the longer it goes the better it finishes." Merry had wet the pubic hair at her face, and now could see how big the woman's clit and labia were, seeming outsize even though the woman had full, big hips. "God what a big pussy." she breathed.

"It'll happen to you too, dear. Your tits will be bigger, and your cunt grows so you can enjoy the fucking. If you join me, I mean." Merry felt herself rolled over, and the woman was lying beside her, kissing her passionately, with two fingers up her love tunnel. They lay embraced like that for minutes, as Merry calmed down slightly.

"My name is Lydia, but when I change, I think of myself as Lycea. For Lycanthrope. Werewolf. It isn't like the legends. The only time you have to change is the full moon, but you can do it whenever else you want. I live in the city, so I like coming into the mountains, even for just a weekend." The tempo of the fingers in Merry's cunt was increasing, and the groaning girl started moaning. Lydia's words came to her through a haze. "Changing is like a climax, and then you’re unbelievably strong and powerful. Men can fuck you as an animal or a woman. You've been living here six months, and you live at night. That’s perfect." Merry reached into Lydia's pussy, burying first a finger, but feeling the generous softness of it, worked her whole hand inside, and began pumping. Lydia got two more fingers inside the young auburn pussy, and they began thrusting in the same rhythm.

"It's the ultimate freedom, Merry." Lydia was whispering each time their mouths parted, while their hands kept stimulating the two turned on women. "You can be one with nature, physically, sexually, emotionally. Watch what happens when I cum." Both vixens were rising toward release, but Lydia was growling as Merry groaned.

Lydia seemed to bloom suddenly, and as she gaped with climax, Merry could see a pleasure in her face, and feel a flow of cream around her hand, that seemed impossibly strong. As Merry shot over the top, humping to the hand expertly massaging her, Lydia continued on, growling with ferocious power. Lydia's body was visibly flushed, and her stomach and groin writhed seductively around her partner's hand. With her lips pulled back from her tossing head, the animal force of the orgasm was obvious. Even as Merry began to relax from her own high, Lydia continued humping, with an erotic grin. Then after several minutes, she collapsed to her back on the glade's floor, gasping. «Fantastic, fantastic" the black haired nymph murmured.

As they embraced and the woman's breathing began to subside, Merry realized what an incredible moment this was. She was being offered a supernatural combination of erotic power. Bestial sex had already been important in her life, and this would add a whole dimension of freedom, pleasure, and novelty. Lydia's orgasm looked stronger than any Merry had ever had, and she knew how much it could mean. "What will you do to make me like you?"

"We will exchange blood, my dearest vixen. Tonight's the full moon, so it will happen immediately." Merry sensed that she could trust this woman, and had always found her instincts were accurate here in her natural surroundings. "Do it by the stream, Lydia."

The two women rose and walked slowly across the yard, into the forest to the magical glen. Their arms were around each other, and they kissed as they walked. It was as though an aura of sexuality and thrilling conquest possessed them. Lydia pressed Merry to the soft bower of the woodsy floor. She lowered herself beside the stream, and reclined with her head at Merry's groin, her own full hips beside her conquest’s mouth. Both were aroused again, and the aroma of their cream filled the air as each sucked luxuriantly at the other's wet cunt.

They were on their sides, stimulating each other, lost in the magic moment. Merry found herself keening with anticipation. "Oh Lydia, come on, do it, oh do it." The black haired woman locked her eyes, and reached down to open a two inch gash in her own groin just above her pubic nest. "Drink, my darling." Merry surrounded the wound, sucking in the sweet essence of her seductress. She felt pain in her own abdomen from a gash in the same location, and as they both drank, the pain stopped, but a haze descended on the young girls' whole body.

It was like a soft focus orgasm, going on and on as she felt her body taking in the blood. A joining of the two women was her first impression, but then images of Lupe, other wolves, Gene, Joe, and Laura all in sexual frenzy overtook her. She arched up to Lydia, growling. Suddenly she was full of energy. The blood had stopped flowing from Lydia, and she sensed her own cease. Her mouth returned to the crooning woman’s cunt, whose mouth was raised, as she licked the red liquid from her lips. She felt her pussy seem to bloom, and her breasts tingling as the nipples grew with excitement. Then they both began licking and sucking at their hairy pussys. The orgasmic sensations exploded.

They were rolling around on the ground frantically eating each other as climax reached a slow crescendo overpowering in intensity. Both humped feverishly, driving the other even higher. Each was growling in pleasure. It went on and on, staying at a pitch impossible for humans. Merry realized her senses were intensifying, the moon seeming to capture her soul, the night air suddenly warm, the forest sounds seeming to sing to her joy. Merry knew in that moment she had been right to embrace this new life.

Their orgasm soared incredibly, and Merry felt she could have let it last forever. They were drinking the cream gushing from their bodies voraciously, growling with pleasure, even biting at the stiff clits between their lips. Their growls filled the glen. A howl sounded from nearby. Somehow, Merry was sure it was Lupe. As the two women fell apart, gasping with the power of their release, he appeared.

"Pleasure Giver, you can join me now. Strange Female said she could do this. Change for me." Merry could understand the snarls and hisses clearly now, and felt herself begin to transform, thrills coming as she concentrated on the pushing necessary to shorten her legs, grow fur, and become a tawny animal. The climax of her lovemaking with Lydia continued, carried along by the change. Her body was full of energy, as her senses sharpened, and smells suddenly began to take over her awareness of the beauty of the forest, and the night.

Lydia remained writhing voluptuously on the ground as Merry turned to give Lupe access to her back. She twisted her tail to the side, and felt him mount her violently, with none of the foreplay their former acts had involved. The familiar long red cock penetrated her, fitting perfectly, and began fucking ferociously. She began orgasming again, with even greater force than before. The speed of his pistoning was new and exciting, pushing her into a howl of completion as he howled in response, and she felt his essence spurting into her. Her cumming had a character that was completely different than her human feelings, raw and vicious, with overtones of satisfaction at the pleasure she was giving Lupe.

He was frozen on her back, clawing at her fur. Her head was lifted to the moon, and lights seemed to flash like fireflies in her mind. He was licking at her black nose, her own long tongue reaching for his. She felt his cock leave her, and collapsed to the ground. She began licking her underside, healing the tender flesh. It all seemed perfectly natural.

The excitement eventually eased, and Lydia began changing. Merry could sense the pleasure she was getting as the wolf replaced the black-haired vixen. "You were right, dear beast. Thank you for my new life. "Lycea licked her nose, and the three wolves loped into the night.


Epilogue

Merry and Gene eventually had two children. He became the world’s leading authority on wolves, documenting both their complex social structure and intelligence. They lived on the mountain until the children began school, and returned every weekend, and in summers. When he published a popular book about the need for balance between wild animals and population, they bought her father's old ranch. Two poachers disappeared one year near the ranch but were never found. Rumors of a man and two wolves haunting the mountain circulated.

After David Morris died, Merry had her mother and father's graves moved to the ranch. She ran it while Gene traveled the world studying animals, but she always slept in the house up the mountain. Their children became Olympic runners. Ms magazine published an article about them, with a photograph of Merry in halter and shorts wrestling a frightened cow to the ground during branding, and it was the most popular edition in a decade.


Author's note: This is an early effort at erotic fantasy. Let me know if I'm on the right track. Or not.