I awoke slowly. The sun’s early morning rays pierced my eyelids, causing me to groan in discomfort as my pounding headache suddenly made itself known. Every part of me ached, muscles screaming in protest as they rested against the uneven surface of the forest floor. These sensations had an almost comforting familiarity to them, the aches and pains signalled that I had made it through another transformation without being killed or captured to be taken into some government lab never to be seen again. It hadn’t happened in the decade or so since I’d been cursed, but a mind always likes to worry.
It was always a struggle waking up again for the first time after a transformation. My mind had been forcefully scrambled to better fit the bestial instincts of my other half, before being hastily reconstructed into a nice complex human brain less than twenty four hours later. This is my excuse for why it took me so long to notice the rather obvious discrepancy in this morning compared to the dozens of other times I had woken up in an identical situation.
There was a woman draped across my chest. My eyes fluttered rapidly, as if doing so would dispel whatever trick my brain was playing on me. Though the sensations of her warm skin against mine and the ghosting of her sleeping breaths across my chest made it clear she was very real, and very naked. What remained of her clothing nude form clung to her in rags, presumably torn to shreds by the beast, or rather myself. There was normally a wonderfully convenient separation between my actions under the influence of the full moon and my day to day life, but now this predicament has shattered that entirely.
Polite instinct screamed at me to look away from the nude form of a stranger but shocked curiosity saw me staring anyway. It didn’t take long for even my transformation-addled brain to connect the dots. Her hair was tousled and messy. Her skin was covered in countless scratches and bite marks, the sight of which stirred a satisfaction deep within me that I simply did not have the time to unpack at the moment. The ache in my “equipment” provided the final clue to what was so obviously staring me in the face.
I had found this woman while traipsing through the forest as a hulking eight foot monstrosity of fangs and fur, I find myself exceedingly grateful that I hadn’t killed her but I’m at a loss on how to feel about the fact that I oh so clearly ravaged her. I could only hope it had been consensual, she certainly seemed satisfied and content in her sleep. She presumably would’ve fled the moment the beast had succumbed to slumber if it hadn’t been.
Panic began to set in. My breath quickened and my mind raced, even as every thought felt like a dagger through my very sensitive brain. Has this happened before? Have I been ravaging random women in the forests of Virginia without knowing it for years? Was I a monster in far more than just the furry sense? This was made all the worse as the woman atop me began to stir.
What on god’s green earth was I supposed to do in a situation like this?!?
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Calling all monsterfuckers! This idea for a story was rattling around my head this morning and I'm hoping to find someone interested in exploring it with me. I've seen the trope of a couple deciding to mix kinky werewolf sex into their relationship and for this I want to flip it. I want the characters first introduction to be the kinky werewolf sex and then explore how their relationship evolves afterwards.
My character would be Daniel, a mid-to-late thirties man who mostly keeps to himself. He works a blue collar job to accommodate his weird schedule. He has a smattering of acquaintances but no true friends as he keeps nearly everyone at arms reach due to self imposed anxiety about his condition. He mostly watches sports and does wood carving at his cabin on the outskirts of town.
The only requirement for your character that I have is that they be extremely enthusiastic about being intimate with Daniel's furry half. I see him as being rather sheltered and oblivious to the trends in the greater world, and the discovery that there is a shocking large contingent of women into the curse he's been brooding over for half his life should be a hilarious revelation.
I'd love for this to be a somewhat long term RP centering around growth and self acceptance. With Daniel coming to terms with both aspects of himself and realizing he and the beast are one and the same. I do think it'd be interesting for your character to have a similar arc, maybe there's some internal conflict from going from the smutty fantasy of being ravished by a werewolf to it actually happening in person.
I prefer longer responses and will generally respond through the day whenever I have the availability. I'm happy writing in either first or third person depending on your preference.
If this scratches your fancy please reach out to me in chat. I'd love to brainstorm with you and then dive right in. We could either play out the night prior with your characters first introduction to Daniel's bestial form or go from the morning after as written above.
Hope to hear from you lovely folk soon!
Kinks: exotic cocks, large endowments, scratching, biting, excessive cum, breeding, knotting, size difference, manhandling
Limits: bathroom kinks, sexual violence/blood/gore, vore