She Beast! (A Requested Story)

A werewolf TG story. I hope it's good.....

SHE BEAST

Guiding me into her apartment, I watch her ass wiggle from side to side. It’s neatly wrapped into that dress she’s wearing, like two prime cuts of beef waiting for me to season!

It’s at this moment I thank my lucky stars!

Not once in all my thirty-eight years on this earth have I walked into a bar and gone home with the beautiful lady across the bar. She’s not only the most beautiful woman in the bar; she could be the most attractive lady I’ve ever seen!

Her legs are strong and powerful, like she could snap me in half. Her body is slim, as if she’s been on a no-carb diet for years. That’s not to mention her silky, long hair and that sexy look in her eyes like she can’t wait to feed on me!

“Otto….?” She throws open the apartment curtains to look across the city at night. “Don’t you just love the night of a full moon?”

Kicking off my shoes and removing my tie, I just agree. I don’t really care for anything like that right now. I just want this woman to sit on my face.

“Doesn’t make you just want to—”

She stops talking and turns to face me. “Well, big boy….” She licks her lips and struts over to me in her heels. “Are you ready to be naughty?”

“Naughty…?” I reply, acting cool as I slide off my jacket and lay it onto her pristine leather sofa.

Lifting her hand to my chest, she runs her claw-like fingers across it. “I like you,” she grins, licking her lips once more. “Maybe I won’t eat you alive….”

“I’ve got something to eat in my pants,” I smirk, undoing my belt. “You wanna feed, baby girl?”

“Oh, Otto….” She groans at me as she grabs my arm to lead me into the bedroom. “And I thought you were one of the good boys.”

She leads me into her bedroom. It’s messier compared to the living room. Two things stand out. The claw marks across one wall and the huge cage resting in the corner.

“Lorna…” I laugh nervously as she pulls me deeper into the room. “W-What's with the cage?”

With the most innocent of smiles, she lets go of me, turns and kisses me lightly on the cheek.

“You’re going to need it, sweetheart,” she whispers in my ear. “Why don’t you get on your hands and knees like a good little puppy, and we’ll get this ceremony started.”

“Ceremony?” I laugh, but I’m starting to get hot under the collar.

She says nothing more, just gently kisses me on the cheek and roughly grabs at my erection through my trousers. I decide to trust her. After all, a girl this hot has to be a little crazy, right?

I take the rest of my clothes off, much to Lorna’s enjoyment. She says I look like a wonderful piece of meat, but she must resist. As I crawl into the large cage in her room and she locks me in it, I wonder what naughty things she has planned for me.

Let’s just say my erection is harder than stone.

“Good puppy,” she says, walking around the cage to inspect that it’s fastened securely. She then kneels down next to the cage and looks me deep in the eyes. “You ready?”

Completely naked and at the mercy of the sexy woman in front of me, I crawl over to her and pretend to play the game.

“Yes, Ma’am.”

“Good,” she barks at me, snatching at my hand through the bars of the cage. “Give me your arm, puppy, I want to mark you as mine!”

“You want to mark me?” I ask, chuckling as she yanks my forearm as far as it will go through the cage before licking it.

“Yes,” she replies before beginning to snarl.

I’m about to play along with her animal-like expression, but that’s when the woman bites down on my arm, drawing blood. I howl out in pain, pulling my arm back through the bars.

“What the fuck, Lorna!?” I shout, looking at the blood dripping from the deep bite mark in the fleshy underside of my arm. “I-Is…this some kind of joke!?”

I start to feel lightheaded, and I fall to my backside, clutching my arm, trying to stem the bleeding. My excitement, it’s gone just as quickly as my erection disappeared.

“My fucking god, what the hell?” I shout angrily. “Let me out of this cage, you fucking mental bitch!”

With my blood still staining her lips, she looks at me like I’m prey.

“It’s a full moon tonight, Otto.” She smiles and then slowly licks the blood from her lips in delight. “I could let you out of your cage, little puppy, but I think it’s best I don’t until after.” She smiles wide and leans closer to the bars, making me recoil. “Momma wolf knows best.”

My vision begins to blur.

“You’re fucking mental!” I shout, but end up slurring my words

Lorna stands, kicks her heels at my cage, and then turns to open the bedroom curtains, exposing me to the nighttime sky and the full moon.

“Not mental, little pup,” she laughs, sitting on the bed, watching over me. “Just in need of a new litter.”

At this point, my entire body feels like it’s on fire. My head is pounding, and I feel a rage deep within me, like I want to smash this cage apart and tear Lorna limb from limb.

“Oh, Otto…” Lorna tilts her head to the side and allows a smirk to tug at her lips. “I hope you enjoy the change.”

“W-What….c-change?” I ask, my voice sounding like a low growl.

Lorna giggles to herself. “You’ll see.”

Angered, I grab the bars with my hands, and they seem bigger. My fingernail looks like claws. “Let me out, you bitch!” I rattle the cage, making the thick mental bars groan under the strain. “Or… Or…. I’ll bite your head off!”

Lorna’s face twitches.

“N-Now…now…,” she replies, looking distressed as she holds her own head in her hands. “W-We’ve got a big night ahead of us, little pup. D-Don’t be mean to Momma wolf.”

I keep rattling the bars, but my head becomes heavy, as if my face has grown heavier. My vision begins to fade, and soon, everything fades to a blur.

Darkness then folds in around me. Flashes and visions are all I remember.

I recall the sensation of wind rushing past me as I ran on all fours. My limbs pounded against pavement and dirt, powerful and wild as the world rushed by.

I hunted.

There was blood on my claw-like hands. It was thick and wet, soaking into fur.

Blood everywhere!

I saw the moon hanging over the city. I remember stopping beneath it, lifting my head, and letting out a howl that wasn’t human. It echoes deep inside me. A window into the rage, ripping at my soul.

Then I remember the screams. They were brief and terrified

Then I remember the hunger. The cold air on my teeth and the warmth of flesh sliding down my throat.

Bright light flashes into my eyes. My brain is a complete scramble, and my body feels like I’ve gone ten rounds in the ring. I can barely move or focus on anything but the light blinding me.

Those memories flash in my mind as I try and focus my vision. The howling is what I remember the most. I can almost feel the vibrations in my chest.

Eventually, my vision clears and I’m looking up at a bedroom ceiling. At first, I turn to my side to see the cage Lorna shut me in last night. The doors bust wide open as if some beasts broke out. The window nearby, wide open with the curtains ripped to shreds.

Then, I turn to the other side to see the walls covered in yet more claw marks and the dark crimson of blood.

My limbs tremble as I force myself upright. Every muscle sore, every bone feeling newly carved. I stagger to my feet, bracing against the wall, and that's when I feel it.

My balance is completely off. My weight has shifted, and I feel lighter somehow. I glance down and freeze. These aren’t my hands. They are slender, smooth, feminine hands.

My chest rises and falls, and I see breasts that are plump, full, and unmistakably hanging from my body! I’ve got fucking TITS!

Scared, I look at the rest of me and find my skin is flawless. My frame is smaller, tighter, and curvier.

Panic grips me as I stumble toward the full-length mirror near the bedroom door, and what stares back isn’t a man at all. It's a beautiful woman in her mid-twenties at most, with long tousled dark hair, wide amber eyes, and a strong, hourglass body still streaked with dirt and blood.

She looks like a goddess, and I’m looking out from behind her eyes.

“What the fuck…” I whisper, touching my face, my lips, my chest. My voice is softer, unfamiliar. This isn’t me. But for some reason, it is!

I’m not the man I once was. Not even my package swings between my legs, replaced by the neat and tidy lips of a smooth vagina.

I run my hands down my new form, half in awe, half in disbelief.

My hips flare beneath my touch, and my stomach is smooth and tight, like I’ve stepped into someone else’s perfect skin. For a moment, it feels like a dream, until my fingers brush over one nipple and a bolt of electric sensation shoots through me so sharp and sudden, I gasp and nearly stumble backward.

Stumbling backwards, I fall to the bed. My body jiggles in ways I never felt possible. Then, I see it. A note pinned to the back of the door by what looks like a sharp piece of bone.

Risking more jiggle, I stand and walk carefully over to it, having to brush long hair from my eyes to read it.

Otto,

Or should I say… my gorgeous new She Beast.

You’re not dreaming. That stunning body you woke up in, it’s yours now. Soft curves, smooth skin, a voice that purrs instead of growls. You’ve been reborn, not just as one of us… but as a woman ready for the hunt..

It suits you. I Promise

Take your time getting used to it. Touch, explore, feel. You’ll find plenty of clothes in the closet. Panties, dresses, heels. Everything I own is yours now, too. I think you’ll find it all fits perfectly.

Last night was incredible. You were wild, powerful… beautiful.

Wait for me.

See you soon.
Momma Wolf xxx

Mouth wide open in disbelief, hair falls into my mouth. I can barely breath. I don’t know if I should laugh or cry. All I can think about is the tits hanging from my chest and the smooth pussy between my legs. But, in the back of my mind, I know that last night… it felt good.

So good, in fact, I can feel the urge to hunt and the lust for blood.

I fall back onto the bed, clutching at my tits to stop them from bouncing. I gather my thoughts and survey the situation.

I can’t just remain naked. I’m going to have to get dressed. I look around the room, hoping my suit might still be on the floor from last night, but it’s not.

Hanging from the back of the door is a long black dress. I can’t help but wonder if Lorna has left that out for me.

Feeling so very out of place and like a creep, I reach into her panties drawer and pull out the first things I can find. A pair of white lacey briefs and reluctantly, a lacey red bra.

Sliding the panties up my smooth legs is something very new, but then, the soft material does feel good against my pussy lips. I fight with the bra for a moment, unable to hook it up, but after groaning a few times, I manage to secure both my tits into the cups.

Next is the dress, which I don’t want to wear, but curiosity is taking over at this point. Am I really just as attractive as Lorna? There can be no way, right? I’m a guy….

I slide my sleek body into the dress and pull up the zipper as far as it will go. Adjusting my rack, I look again into the mirror, and yes, a stunning young woman glares back at me.

I reach for my messy hair, tucking as much as I can behind my ears. It’s a rat’s nest, and I’m sure I can smell the foul smell of blood staining the strands. However, my need to understand what and why is happening is more important than the blood and dirty still staining this body

I walk into the living room. It’s pristine, like nothing at all happened last night.

I see the sink and I rush over to it. Holding back my hair, I switch on the tap and lap up water my tongue. I’m so very thirsty and I didn’t even realise. I doesn’t even feel odd drinking this way. For some reason, it just feels natural.

As splashes of water hit my tits, I hear the sound of the door opening and closing behind me. As I turn and flick the hair from my eyes, I see Lorna staring at me.

She’s just a beautiful as the night before, but this time, I don’t want to touch her body. I want to please her in other ways, as if my instincts are talking over. Like I know my place in the pack.

“Morning, Puppy….” She grins from ear to ear, tucking her perfectly straightened hair behind one ear. “And how is my little puppy feeling this morning?”

“Thirsty,” I reply, realising that my tongue hangs from my mouth like a dog.

“Puppy got dressed.” She steps closer and touches my hair. “That’s good, but if you’re going to hunt with me, you’ll need to do something about this hair.”

She stands taller and I have to look up at her, but I can’t bring myself to look into her eyes. It’s like my subconscious knows I’m inferior to her. She then places her claw-like hands onto my cheek and runs her fingers across my mouth.

“How’s it feel to be a woman, Otto?” she then giggles as she plumps my breasts with both hands. “Such a sexy woman, too!”

“I feel….” I think for a moment. Now that the initial shock is gone, I can’t get over how strong, powerful, sexy, and primal I feel. I look up, but not into her eyes. “I feel ready to hunt!”

“Good Puppy!” She kisses me on the lips, before holding me by my hips with both hands. “We’ve got until next fall moon to get you ready.”

“R-Ready….?”

“Yes, Little Puppy.” She reaches down to my pussy and runs her fingers across my panties. The touch sends a jolt through me, making me curl inward with a gasp. “You need to be ready for our next hunt.”

She continues to tease me, slides a finger into my panties, and past my moist pussy lips. I feel her inside me, and I feel guilty that I want her to slide deeper.

“Using this body.” She kisses me once again, making my body shiver in anticipation. “You will find prey and you will hunt.”

“H-Hunt…?” I ask as memories of blood and flesh flash in my mind.

“Yes, Little Pup.” Lorna slides her fingers deeper inside me, and her claw-like nails pinch like knives inside my sensitive area.

I recoil slightly as she fingers dig deeper.

“How else do you think you’ll attract a big, strong man for you to feed on, hmm?”

With a flick, she slides her finger from my pussy, rubbing my clit on the way out, making me moan out like every girl I’ve ever slept with. At first, I feel pathetic, letting her do that to me, but something inside me makes me want to please her.

“Y-Yes, Momma,” I reply with a little moan of pleasure as she kisses me on the lips once again.

“Good.” She snaps her fingers and struts into the living room, throwing herself down onto the sofa. She crosses her legs and throws back her hair. “Little Pup,” she states in a demanding tone. “Last night's hunt made me thirsty. Make me a coffee.”

Desperate to please her, I frantically work out her kitchen. Eventually, I present her with a coffee and kneel by her side.

A single head pat is all I need to know I’ve done a good job.

Momma wolf is pleased.

And so I am….