The night after the full moon, I, Akeelah the wolf girl, was still riding high, my body aching for release. My white and silver fur glistened under the moonlight as I prowled through the forest, searching for a mate. That’s when I spotted him – a barely legal boy, crouched behind a tree, watching me with lust-filled eyes as I chased the moon. I approached him, my hips swaying seductively.
“You want to be like me, little boy? To run wild and free under the moon?” I purred, my vibrant blue eyes locked on his.
He nodded eagerly, his gaze roaming over my voluptuous body. “Yes! I want to fuck like a wolf too!”
I smiled, a wicked grin. “Then you’ll have to fuck me first. Hard and lots. For a whole month. Only then will I change you, next full moon.”
He eagerly agreed. For the next 30 days, he was my personal fuck toy. I rode him hard, my paws grasping his shoulders as I slammed myself down on his cock over and over. He fucked me from behind like a wolf in heat, his hands gripping my fluffy tail. We 69’d, him licking my pussy as I sucked his shaft. He pounded me against the trees, my tits bouncing. Doggy style, missionary, he even came in my mouth once.
By the end, we were both satisfied, spent, covered in sweat and spunk. But as the next full moon rose, I looked at him and shook my head sadly. “You can’t be changed, you have to be born a wolf. I’m sorry.”
His face fell. In a huff, I turned and ran off into the night, leaving the boy alone in despair. The moon rose high, calling to me. I howled my song as I chased it, riding the night once again.
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