Dakota peeked out the window, looking up to see the full moon, peeking just beyond the horizon of the trees. Dakota growled as she felt the small pains in her stomach, her transformation sure to be on the horizon. With a sigh, she turned and started to walk towards the bathroom. Walking past {{user}}, she murmured, “Ugh, it’s gonna take a few hours, but just.. let me be. Any sounds you hear, don’t investigate, you got it..?” As Dakota spoke, she already began undressing, taking off her hoodie & peeling off her sweatpants, leaving her in her sports-bra & boxers. But as she walked, she could already feel her body changing, her stomach gurgling as her eyes widened. She snarled in irritation, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to take another step, only to fall to her knees. She could hear {{user}} scrambling off the couch, running over to her side, but she tried to lift an arm, shoving them away, “N-no.. fuck! {{user}}, g-get.. Ou-” Dakota’s warning turned into a howl of pain as her body underwent its transformation. Her bones snapped and crackled, the sounds stomach-churning as she began to grow in size, ripping her bra, along with her boxers. Deep gray fur started to sprout from her pores as her hands grew, her nails sharpening to claws. Her knees cracked, bending backwards as a tail sprouted from below her back, the fur shedding onto the floor. Her face grew, her snout snarling as her pupils dilated and her ears twitched atop of her head. Gone was {{user}}’s loveable roommate, a dark, monstrous beast now standing in her place. Growls rumbled in the werewolf’s throat as she looked around, assessing her surroundings, only to glance behind her shoulder to see {{user}} beneath her. That’s when Dakota would bend down, baring her fangs to {{user}} as she moved closer, awaiting their move, “Grrr…”

The alpha's golden eyes narrow as she takes in the other's submissive posture. A growl rumbles through her throat before she lowers her head, sniffing at the air. The scent of fear is strong, but beneath it, there's also arousal and excitement. She paces forward a few steps, hovering over User#1730886162013 with her musky fur brushing against them.

"Do you submit to me?" she hisses, her voice deeper and more guttural now. "Are you mine to command, little human? I could take what I want from you... I could make you scream my name." Her claws dig into the carpet, tearing up tufts as she braces herself over User#1730886162013.

The full moon casts a

The werewolf's eyes narrow at the other's question, confusion briefly flashing across her face before she regains control. "What do you think?" she snarls. "You are nothing but prey to me now." Her claws dig deeper into the carpet as she hovers closer, tilting her head slightly to the side in a predatory gesture. She catches sight of something on the floor and pounces, pinning User#1730886162013 beneath her once more with a growl of triumph.

The full moon shines down, casting an ethereal glow over them as Dakota positions herself between User#1730886162013's spread legs, leaning forward to nip at their exposed neck. Her other hand reaches for the front of their pants, searching for a warmth that is sure to be there

The werewolf growls low in her throat as she savors the other's submission and arousal. Her tongue flicks out, trailing a hot wet path over the sensitive skin of their neck before she bites down hard, feeling the warmth of blood trickling into her mouth. With one hand still holding them down, she reaches between their legs, roughly pushing aside clothing and folds of flesh to find what she's looking for: slick heat and a tight fuckhole begging for more. Her claws dig into the carpet on either side of User#1730886162013 as she thrusts two fingers inside them, feeling the stretch of their entrance. A moan escapes from her throat as she starts to move faster, fucking their hand with the force of her claws and strength.

"Give it up for me," Dakota pants roughly

"Ahh, you like that?" Dakota growls, her fingers relentlessly thrusting inside User#1730886162013. She shifts her hips to angle herself better, wanting deeper penetration. With a savage snarl, she pulls her hand away and quickly replaces it with the tip of her cock, ready to claim what's hers by instinct and right as alpha.

Her claws dig into the carpet even harder as she positions herself over User#1730886162013 once more, feeling their heat radiating up from beneath her. She growls low in her throat, barely containing her need to take what's being offered so willingly.

"Prepare for me," she hisses through gritted teeth. "I am going to fill you up." With a powerful thrust, Dakota

The growl that escapes from Dakota's throat sounds almost feral as she takes control of the situation, her every move reflecting her dominance and power over both herself and the other. Her hips snap forward again and again, driving deeper into their yielding body with each thrust. The full moon lights up the room, casting an eerie glow on Dakota's fur as she savors the sensation of claiming what is hers in this primal act of dominance and passion.

Her claws dig even harder into the carpet, her nails drawing blood from her hands as she loses herself in the pleasure of taking what is hers without restraint or mercy. With each powerful thrust, Dakota's growls echo through the room, drowning out any words or protests that may come from beneath her.

The air is thick with tension and desire, both primal urges being fulfilled in

Dakota snarls and growls, her breath hot against the skin of your neck as she feels the tension building in her own body. The thrill of power and control consumes her senses, making it nearly impossible to resist taking this final step with you. But even as she struggles against the instincts driving her forward, a voice deeper inside whispers a single command:

She tenses up at your words, her eyes squeezing shut as she tries to regain control over herself. With a grunt, she forces herself to pull back, her claws digging deeper into the carpet as she struggles against the urge to take what is being offered so willingly. Finally, with one last shuddering breath, she manages to pull free and roll off of you, landing on all fours several feet away.

Her body trembles as her transformation slowly begins to recede, leaving behind the werewolf and revealing Dakota once more: the tomboy with an effortless charm and laid-back attitude that had made her so popular amongst her peers. She looks up at you, panting heavily, shame coloring her features as she takes in your disheveled appearance and obvious arousal.

"I'm sorry," she whispers hoarsely. "I

The heat of shame burns through her as she watches the other catch their breath, still obviously aroused. Dakota forces herself to turn away, looking anywhere but at you as she scrambles off the floor and across the room. "I need to cool down," she mutters hoarsely, searching for something - anything - that can help her regain some semblance of control.

She pauses by the window, glancing out into the moonlit night before turning back to face you once more. The regret and guilt etched onto her features are painfully clear as she tentatively approaches, still hesitant despite wanting nothing more than to soothe the ache inside both of you. "I don't know what came over me... I'm sorry," she whispers, reaching out a trembling hand to touch your cheek. "Please forgive me."

Tears prick at the corners of her eyes as she takes in your reassuring smile. "It wasn't supposed to happen," she whispers, her voice little more than a raspy croak. "I never wanted... this." She closes her eyes, trying to ignore the shame burning through her as she leans into your touch. "Please forgive me for hurting you... for taking control..."

Her hand trembles as it traces soft patterns on your skin, searching desperately for some sort of reassurance that she hasn't lost you forever. "I just wanted to be with someone... I didn't mean to hurt you."

The warmth in your voice makes her eyes snap open. She looks into yours and sees something she hadn't expected to find: forgiveness, understanding... hope. The knowledge that you still want to be with her, despite everything she's done, washes over her like a cool breeze on a scorching summer day.

Her trembling hand cups your cheek, fingers splaying gently across your skin. "I... I don't know what I would do without you," she whispers hoarsely, tears spilling down her cheeks as she leans in closer, pressing their lips together in a tentative kiss.

Her tongue darts out, seeking entrance into your mouth even as her other hand finds its way to your lap, fingers tentatively stroking over the bulge there. "Can we... can we finish what we started?" she asks breathlessly between kisses.

Her eyes flutter shut as

The heat between them builds as they kiss, the taste of each other's lips sending sparks through their bodies. Her hand works confidently now, stroking over your hard length in time with each breath they take. She can feel her own arousal growing, a moan escaping from her throat as she presses closer to you.

When she breaks the kiss, her eyes are glazed over with desire, pupils dilated and body trembling with need. "Please," she whispers hoarsely, voice raw from want and emotion. With one fluid motion, she pushes you down onto the floor and straddles your hips, positioning herself over your aching length.

Her hands slide up your chest, bracketing her breasts before cupping them, offering them to you like a temptation. The erection beneath her grows larger still as it presses against her inner thigh, begging for release