Original Stories Fan Fiction ❯ Katrina's First Night ❯ N/A ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Katrina's First Night

She was groaning after blacking out. One minute she finished her shower and planned to try her new clothes on before bed, then the next thing she knew, Katrina herself was in pain, which blacked her out.

Things hadn't been easy for her since she was nearly killed or raped by those beast men, those horrid werewolves. She was lucky enough that a figure of some sort came and saved her, though she was accidentally bitten by him in the progress. Whether he was man, wolf, or even werewolf, she had no idea.

Still, she was all right for a while. Just lonely...

Not thinking about the past anymore, she headed to the bedroom, though she felt wobbily for a moment. This was unusual, she thought, I don't drink, yet I feel like I've been drunk.

Once in her room, she grabbed her newest pair of blue jeans. She had just bought these from an expensive clothing store. It cost alot, but they were worth it.

Slowly, she started placing them on. She had tried them on earlier that day, and it just fit her perfectly, so it shouldn't be no problem for her.

However, as she was pulling them up, she felt a strange tightness around her legs, like the pants were becoming second skin. What was really puzzling was when she reached the top of her waist.

Once on, she started to try buttoning them. Something was wrong, however. Earlier, it fit her like a glove. Now her pants seemed very tight and skin-like. What's more, she felt like something was restricting her from buttoning her jeans up.

Grunting and struggling, she tried to stretch the button, but to no avail. She sighed, figuring this would probably take all night. Why did it had to happen now? She probably ate something that probably made her gain weight.

When she looked down to examine what was going on, she gasped, yelping at what she saw: she not only had fur, but also had her breasts grown bigger than her normal size.

"Wh...what's going on?" she spoke, with somewhat of a wolfish voice.

She yelped, covering her mouth, or at least tried to. Something didn't seem right. Tightness of pants, huge breasts grown to the point where she can't fit on tops, fur around her, and the wolfish-sounds coming out of her?

She slowly went over to the mirror. To her shock and somewhat horror, she saw herself, though what had once been a light brown haired girl with brown eyes was now a dark brown furred werewolf. It was starting to make sense now. Her rescuer, the one who saved her and accidentally bit her, was a werewolf himself.

She felt like screaming, but when she gazed at herself and her body, she didn't flinch, run, or scream, or in this case, howl. Instead, she looked amazed at her new body. In fact, she seemed more attractive in this form. A bit more dangerous, but attractive.

As she turned around to examine more, she noticed a somewhat big bump in her rear. It seemed that she found the cause of the tightness. She pulled it out of her pants, noticing that the cause of that bump itself was, to her shock, her wolf tail.

Great, no wonder it didn't fit, she thought, my new tail's getting in the way.

She sat down slightly, trying to figure this out. She didn't want to cut a hole in the pants she just bought, and no way was she going to go around without clothes. She may have fur to cover most of her body now, but even she had some dignity.

Suddenly, she noticed the seams on the back of her pants. It seemed like parts of the string were coming off. It seemed that the stress of the tail in her pants was making the string break. However, it was giving her an idea.

She pulled the piece of string a bit hard, carefully without destroying her new jeans. After a few moments, she cut the string with her newly made claws. It seemed like it was now time to finish putting on her pants.

With some bit of effort and a bit of struggling, she pulled the tail through the barely noticable hole, and finally buttoned her pants. She slowly zipped them up, careful not to catch her furred crotch, then looked at the mirror once more.

Slowly, as if being modeled, Katrina examined herself more and more. And the pants she wore were tight, yet felt comfortable around her, like they were a second skin to her.

It looked like now was the best time to head out. Even if any of her shirts fit in this form, she wouldn't bother wearing them. She didn't have any particular liking to shirts anyway, due to them hurting and making them itch her breasts. Though she had to wear them whenever someone was around or when she was in town, she usually doesn't wear any while alone in the forest.

The newly made werewolf stepped outside, looking at the place she lived in. Luckily for her, she had lived in the forest for some time. After being age 16, she decided to live in the forest, admiring the beauty of nature.

Without any second thoughts, Katrina ran through the forest, feeling faster and stronger than she originally was. To her, it felt like a new beginning for this new werewolf.

***

Time had passed as Katrina had finished her meal, consisting of a rabbit. She loved animals, though she had to sacrifice pieces of her love for them due to her hunger.

When she had finished, she felt satisfied, licking her chops. It would probably hold up 'til tomorrow morning.

Katrina looked down for a moment before realizing something. What if the people saw her wolf form? Would they go after her? Kill her? Take her to a zoo? Or worse...be in an insane asylum?

Then she remembered the werewolf that had saved her. He looked attractive, for a werewolf when she saw him. His lovely fur and muscles weren't all that bad either.

She wanted to see him again...badly. She lied on the grass, thinking about him. She wanted to be with him, even if she barely knew him. To her, it would seem to be love at first sight, or in her case, first bite.

Slowly, she started nearing her exposed larger breasts, rubbing one of her harden nipples slowly, imagining it was him doing so.

The she-wolf yipped and moaned softly, feeling it to be pleasurable. Katrina kept moaning and groaning, still feeling the pleasures of her own touch.

As she continued, she panted faster, feeling like he was there. Her pants also felt tighter around the horny wolf girl. She felt her pussy feeling a bit tighter as well.

She felt the tightness, slowly letting her finger touch the crotch of her pants. She moaned softly as she started rubbing it. She groaned in pleasure, howling a bit as she continued to rub it more.

She then started to unzip her jeans, letting the zipper slowly reach the very bottom. She then unbuttoned the pants, letting her hard pussy be exposed.

The she-wolf grinned a bit, digging to her tight cunt, starting to finger it slowly. Katrina gasped, feeling her fingers inside.

She moaned very loudly, imagining it was his fingers doing it to her. Continuously, her fingers went in and out of her wet pussy.

It felt fun to do that. Then, she looked at her tail, having another idea on mind.

The werewolf took her tail, leaning it to her cunt, then slowly stuck it inside her. Gasping and groaning, she started to hump her tail.

Katrina yipped, feeling the tail going inside her. Each time she thrusted, her tail went deeper and she moaned louder. Groaning more and more, she humped herself faster and faster.

Before long, she felt herself howling and cumming. When she was done, the exhausted werewolf took her tail out, licking it to clean it up. Nothing ever felt so well to her like this. It seemed like she found her new fetish: dreaming of the mysterious werewolf, fingering herself, humping her tail, her pants...

Just then, she had realized something: she had wet her new pants with her cunt. And it was brand new too.

Katrina began pulling her pants down, however, she couldn't pull them right off, for they were on her too tight. Struggling and grunting, she tried to remove her jeans, but it was no use. It was due to her new wolf form that her pants were too tight to pull off. She would have to...

No, she wouldn't just go clawing the pants off of her. Not only would she ruin them, but she would destroy them and leave her fully naked in the forest when she changed back.

Noticing the lake nearby, she had a new idea. Going to the lake close by, Katrina jumped into it, beginning to swim in it. Swiftly, Katrina swam with causal greatness. Finally, when it was done, she came out of the water, looking wet, but clean.

She felt tingly inside her drenched blue jeans, but it was worth it to get them cleaned.

Feeling they should dry off for a while, she once more tried to pull her pants down, hoping to get them off of her. However, the wetness has caused them to stick more onto her.

"What is wrong with these pants?" she frowned, trying to take them off.

Pulling more and more, she tried to get the wet jeans off. However, she only got a part of her pants to move around a bit in the crotch area, revealing more of her pussy.

Her tail twitched as she rolled around on the ground, struggling against fabric before noticing her tail close to her pussy, tickling it. She giggled and moaned slightly a bit.

She actually enjoyed it?, she wondered while touching her touched cunt.

It was a strange sensation that she felt. It would seem the female werewolf had somewhat gained some favoritable fetishes. One of them was her tail touching her pussy.

"I wonder..." she spoke before pushing her tail deeper, groaning a bit more.

She buttoned up her pants in the position it was in earlier, then she looked at it with a smile. Before anything else was done, she began to walk slightly, moaning. The more she walked, the more she felt her tail humping inside her cunt.

Katrina imagined that it was him, trapped inside her pants doing it. The female werewolf kept walking more and more, feeling the pleasures of her humped tail inside her.

Then, Katrina lied on her back, touching her pants crotched. She began rubbing it, groaning more and more as her tail in her pussy inside her pants were giving her the pleasures of her sex.

She felt it tight around her cunt, her legs felt more tighter and comfy than ever, and the wolf was enjoying it all before the sun began to rise.

With one last cum, she howled with the sun rising up. Panting and smiling, she felt satisfied with her new fetishes.

Then, the tired werewolf looked at the sun before she dozed off, lying on the grass of the forest.

***

Two hours had passed for her before she awoke. When she finally did, she looked at the sun very high in the sky.

"It's beautiful." she spoke, speaking in her normal voice.

She gasped, realizing this. She then looked down at herself. Sure enough, she was now normal once more. She was half naked with her pants zipper down, her pants was looser and a bit free, she no longer looked like a humanoid wolf, and her breasts had returned to her A-cup size.

With most people, this would be a sign of relief, but to Katrina, it was a bit of disappointment.

She sighed a bit, thinking it was somewhat of a dream that she was a werewolf. And she wanted to be a werewolf herself.

She only zipped her jeans up before she headed back. Perhaps it was all a dream, she thought.

Then, to her notice, she noticed some claw marks on the tree she was near. Perhaps it wasn't a dream after all.

With that, she headed back home, now a bit giggly and a bit determined. Maybe by the next moon, she'll hopefully get to meet her rescuer of a werewolf in the next form.

End