Izzy and Cane are sitting in a booth together, holding hands and looking at each other. Izzy squeezes his hands with butterflies in her stomach and leans in to kiss him. The first peck is awkward. As all first kisses often are. She pulls him close again, and this time they connect and kiss passionately.

  She waits for him to touch her anywhere, but he doesn't. She squeezes his hand again, then lets go. 'I guess I have to make the next move too,' she says and sets her hand high on his thigh. She brushes her fingers against his cock intentionally.

  ‘Act cool,’ he thinks, trying not to panic. ‘She is so hot. got to act cool’. His attempts to stay calm are not working. ‘So far she isn't weirded out by my transformation… and she's hot….’ He feels himself growing harder inside his sheath. Then he bites his tongue as a jet of precum squirts ‘Oh god, this is not cool.’ He checks to see if she noticed, but she seems unaware.

  her heart beat faster. She brushes against it again, and it's rge and oddly shaped. She feels herself soaking the gusset of her panties. ‘I can't wait any longer; I want this,’ she thinks.

  “This is very public…” She says quietly to Cane, “Know of any pce more quiet?” She gives his penis a gentle squeeze.

  “Yeah, we can go to the unisex bathroom,” he says with a small stammer. He looks around trying to figure out how to make it there without anyone noticing his erection.

  “Last time I went there, there was a weird buzzing feeling,” she says, remembering the psychic damage she had received.

  “Must have been one of the alien species defending itself. Sounds like you scared it,” he says, watching her slide out of the booth.

  “Well, brave hero, you better make sure there isn't another alien in there to ruin the mood,” she says and lets him go first.

  The Cat watches from behind the bar. His tail swishing. ‘Oh, that happened fast,’ he thinks with a smirk.

  She follows Cane into the unisex bathroom. Inside there is a standard human toilet and a sink. An adult-sized, fold-down changing table is set into the wall. Everything you would expect from a unisex bathroom. On the wall is a touch screen panel. The dispy is turned off. She gives the room a gnce, then turns around and closes the door behind her. There's a satisfying thunk as she locks it. This time she is to make someone cum.

  She makes the first move to kiss him deeply. Their tongues dance together; she can hear his tail wagging and feel his body becoming more canine. She opens her eyes to see him covered in a much thicker yer of hair and his face slightly elongated, his teeth rger. It is surreal to feel them grow as she kisses him.

  “Still like what you see?” he says, his voice deeper; the words come out breathy.

  She kisses him in response, rubbing his thick cock through his pants. “Maybe,” she says with a coy smile.

  He can smell her arousal and the old gods' precum and another man's cum, maybe the boyfriend's; he doesn't care about any of that. He wants to make her smell like him instead.

  “I want to smell all of you,” he says, just the sound of his voice making her ache with desire. He slides her dress over her head and softly kisses, then licks, her neck. His lips are no longer human enough to pucker. Then just above her neck. She grabs his hair and pulls him closer to her body as he licks just above her breast.

  She shivers in delight. “Fuck,” she moans.

  “I need to smell all of you,” he says as he works his way just below her belly button.

  “Do it,” she begs. Everything feeling new, like it's the first time.

  Getting on his knees, he nuzzles her thigh and moves to smell her scent deeply.

  "I want to taste you," he says.

  ‘Oh god, is he going to eat me?’ She says, looking at the much more canine form in front of her, she rubs his head softly, his tail wagging. Some of his alpha wolf demeanor melting away, he tugs at her panties. “Oh… he wants to eat me that way,’ she says to herself. She reaches down and lowers her panties to the floor. The underwear embarrassingly wet.

  He leans in and tastes her with his tongue. It's long, wide, and a little rough. She suddenly feels like she is cheating, but his tongue feels amazing. She lets out a soft moan and touches her breasts through her bra.

  The tongue is long enough to reach just shy of her anus. He licks from there and all the way to her clit in one motion. “That's unreal, she says as she grabs onto his fur to steady herself. She starts breathing hard, picturing his thick cock inside her. ‘Who am I kidding? I just want this tongue for the rest of my life,’ she jokes to herself.

  It doesn't take long. “If you keep going, I'm going to cum,’ she squeaks. Immediately she starts to fall over, and she nds on his back, orgasm denied. His fur is soft and warm, she thinks, and he smells amazing; she rubs her nose in his back, smelling deeply.

  “You ok?” She says, starting to stand,

  ‘She smelled me… and she finds me hot still,’ he thinks. He looks down, his long nose at her. His feet now paws and his hands somewhere in between.

  "I need you on your knees to lick you better," he says. That voice makes her spine tingle every time. She blushes and ys her dress on the floor and kneels on it. Looking over her shoulder at the werewolf standing there. She feels so dirty, but her body knows what it wants, and it wants cane.

  He moves behind her and licks from her clit up to her vagina before darting in. then repeating. She shakes each time the tongue runs across her clit. His moans turn into a growl, and he starts taking his pants off.

  She looks back and sees his cock for the first time. It's not a human penis; instead, he has a sheath like a wolf, and she can see his already half-hard. She moves her bra out of the way. her one hand pinching and pying with her nipple, the other holding her up, the floor cool under her knees.

  The werewolf finishes licking every inch of her backside. If it hadn't been for the shower earlier, she would have been mortified. She looks back at him, and he says, "Would you like to touch me?" in his deep, breathy voice.

  She turns around, bringing his cock close to. She moves to touch it. "You're so different," she says.

  “I hope it’s pleasing,” he says, the fear and doubt making him transform more into the monster of a werewolf and less of the anthropomorphic wolf. She sees the transformation; he is starting to scare her with how strong and aggressive he looks. Like he was designed to kill.

  ‘That's not you,’ she says to herself and rubs his back, comforting him instinctually. His tail wags, and he slowly transforms back to the anthropomorphic wolf. The sharp cws shortened. The oversized fangs retreating. She keeps rubbing his back comfortingly, enjoying the control she has discovered.

  She looks at his thick cock. “It's my turn to taste,” she says. ”She touches the sheath, shocked at how hard it is. The tip of his red penis showing from inside.

  "Don't touch it dry,” he warns. She strokes the sheath, feeling how tight the skin is. A thin jet of fluid comes out and spshes her shoulder.

  He humps her hand, feeling desperate, his sheath painfully tight.

  "I want to be in you," he says politely. "I will try to be gentle." She wiggles her butt at him.

  He makes a deep, rumbling noise of desire and moves behind her. He grabs her waist and brings his tip tight against her opening. He thrusts. the sheath peeling back as he pushes. He thrusts again and again, precum already squirting.

  His knot is soon exposed, his sheath fully retracted. But the knot is already too thick to fit inside her—‘damnit,’ he groans in his head.

  Izzy feels him going deeper. But soon she feels something rge sm against her opening; she assumes it is the base of his penis. ‘That's not that big,’ she thinks. However, even though the knot is smming into her, she can still feel him growing rger inside. His hips moving to the rhythm of his precum jetting inside her, each thrust pushing her forward, and she pushes herself back.

  She lowers her head and sees her breasts unftteringly bouncing and his heavy balls spping into her clit, and above that is the knot.

  “Fuck, you have a knot,” she bites her lip, picturing it expanding inside her, filling her so full. She winces. ‘When did I become addicted to thickness?’ at its thickest, it's almost as big as an orange. Every thrust bounces the knot on her entrance. He pulls out and sniffs her as a steady stream of precum dribbles on the floor.

  She feels so empty. His tongue makes her feel less empty as he licks her clit while he grows soft. ‘That was fast,’ she thinks.

  "I knotted too quickly; give me a minute, and I will get hard again," he says. The exertion has left him partially winded. She can feel his hot breath on her legs.

  She looks between her legs and sees him retract completely; she wiggles her hips at him again.

  He moves back into position; this time he leans over her, his hot breath on her neck.

  "I want the knot," she says, her butt high in the air. a jet of cum squirts out of his penis, covering her butt.

  “No dirty talk till I am in you, or I will knot too quick again,” he asks of her. But before she can speak, he grabs her hips and pushes deep inside. She feels his dick enter her. It's thin at first and a little sharp, but soon thickens, and the knot slips easily in.

  Once inside, he starts thrusting fast. “You're so hot, Izzy. I want to breed you, he whispers in her ear.

  She can feel the constant squirt of precum as his knot swells inside her. It pops out and in and out and in, then he pushes hard, and it pops in one more time before getting stuck behind her pubic bone, drawing him tighter into her. He growls and whimpers and grunts as he continues to thrust into her vagina, her g-spot grinding against the knot. She is so full it feels like there is a grapefruit growing inside her; meanwhile, she can feel his hot precum filling every inch of her insides.

  “I’m cumming in you, Izzy,” he whispers. “Now you will smell like me…”

  But the knot keeps growing; she moans louder, feeling like she is going to be ripped in half; she groans. She grasps at the floor trying to find anything to grab onto, but there is only the toilet. She moans and wiggles, trying to make more room for his expanding knot. She feels the pressure keep growing, her g-spot being punished.

  Her muscles are screaming with tension. “Breed me,” she begs. He thrusts again, and her orgasm makes her weak as the warmth and tingling spread out to every part of her body. She feels physically and emotionally connected to Cane as he starts to fall to the hard tile floor.

  Part of that feeling might be that she is physically still connected to him. ‘Oh right, the knot,’ she thinks. He holds her tight so she can't fall down. Letting her down slowly till her face ys on the ground. his tongue hanging out, he has a faraway look in his eyes, locked in the middle of orgasming, his hips thrusting erratically.

  She is aware the tiles are cold on her face. She twitches every time he thrusts; he gently bites her shoulder; he whimpers “Izzy" over and over again as she twitches and has another tiny orgasm. They stay locked together for 20 minutes. Every time he moves, she has a small orgasm, making her squeeze his knot, making him move. His dick starts to shrink, and she feels a pool of cum flow out of her; she squeezes to keep it in. The knot pops out, and she ys there in a puddle of cum. he leaves.

  She panics, ‘That bastard is going to leave me lying here in a puddle of cum.’ She looks up to see him with a massive smile on his face, looking mostly human again.

  He helps her to the toilet. "Women often use these to catch the cum," he says with a look of concern on his face as he hands her a tampon. She blurrily puts the tampon in; she is feeling so full still. She has doubts that the tampon will catch it all.

  He bends down and kisses her slowly. She is still warm and fuzzy from the orgasms. He cleans himself up and gets dressed, looking at his phone. “I have to go, Izzy,” he gives her another kiss. “I will see you soon.” He kisses her again, and with a painful expression, leaves her in the bathroom.

  She feels the tampon expand, pressing on her g-spot, and shudders a final orgasm. ‘Werewolves are better than tentacles,’ she thinks. Reaching down, still floating, she rubs her belly, wondering if she can get pregnant. Would they be called puppies? She doesn't know, but she knows it was hot. She stands up and puts her panties back on, feeling some of the werewolf cum making its way around the tampon already. She sighs, "I really need to buy pads," and in her head she says, ‘and wash underwear.’ She leaves the stall and is shocked to see a little robot coming out of the wall to clean the cum puddle. She unsteadily walked back to the bar.