Wolf Stench

--artwork by Craneace-- It was a warmly lit evening in the southern district of the city of Cyrkensia.  Cyrkensia was a part of the nation of Nestra, situated on a large southern continent.  It was a popular city for travelers and well renowned for its riches, performers (particularly dancers) as well as the nobility that frequently visited it.  It had a gothic aesthetic with large western euro style castles and stone house dwellings lining cobblestone roads.  It was a remarkable city that, from the general onlooker, looked prosperous and classy.

However like any large city there were the tucked away corners and alleys that were filled with the poor and meager struggling to survive.  One such person living that struggle was a woman in her mid-20s named Valerie. 

Valerie lived in a shabby hole in the wall near a small pub.  It was a small reclusive room within an abandoned building housing several other rooms of similar sorts where people would often come and go to use for shelter.  Valerie was the only permanent resident of the building and her living quarters were quite the sight.  Her home was hazy and full of junk pushed against the walls and aged items strung around with little care.  The faintest of light reached her dwelling from the outside, which ended giving off a rustic dim vibe that might pass for pleasant.

Most would look on such a situation with contempt, but Valerie looked on it with favor despite being homeless and constantly shacked up in such a place.  Valerie was…odd by society’s standards.  She loved aged trinkets filled with rust and grime and she adored the creepier side of things, often finding animal bones to collect and creepy crawlers such as salamanders and spiders to play with.  Spider webs and rotting trees fascinated her as did generally creepy sights.  She felt these things had character and were far more interesting than any of the bland more regal riches that could be found in the dwellings and lives of the richer districts in the north part of Cyrkensia.

Sure there was a lot of crime where Valerie lived, which was why so many guards were strung around the area, but she didn’t mind.  She knew it was the place to be for what she desired…collecting the rotting artifacts of the world around her.  She was often part of the crime problem herself, only when it came to food though; stealing when she needed a meal.  A girls gotta eat is how she always put it.  She’d much prefer eating the rancid leftovers of a meal thrown in the trash, but she knew it’d be unwise and that she would no way be able to live off doing such a thing.

She was a bubbly carefree woman who didn’t much care for getting up in the rat race of a normal life.  She ran away from home at an early age to live on the streets and indulge in her great love of the disgusting and unique.  Valerie was also a huge Olfactophilia who would often become aroused from the putrid smells of her environment and the items she collected (such as tattered dirt covered rags and clothing).  

Valerie’s own outfit she rarely washed, dirt stains covering it from head to toe.  She wore tan traveling boots that were aged and worn along with form fitting black dress pants that had somehow held up through the days of rummaging through filth on the streets.  She had a red long sleeved button up shirt with multi-buttoned cuffs that she kept opened around the upper chest showing off her somewhat sizable knockers for which she wore no bra (her nipples were covered by the shirt regardless).  A pair of rough brown leather gloves and a black stylish vest over the red shirt capped off her look of what was more tailored towards a man than a woman. 

Valerie didn’t care though and simply wore each article of clothing because she personally found it interesting.  And admittedly despite the ragged garbs she did wear it well and Valerie was in surprisingly good shape for her lifestyle.  She looked healthy and slim (with some fair curves to her body) with creamy white skin and thick long scrappy black hair.  She had hazel eyes and a small button nose gracing her lively face.  A scar from a garbage dive gone wrong marked her left cheek but Valerie thought little of it thinking it added character.  She worked out regularly to keep herself in peak condition and much of the food she stole was of high nutrition, often stealing from harvest stands on the streets.  

She was getting along fine and was actually rather well known by many of the local guards in the area.  She befriended many of them and most knew her as a kind and chipper woman always willing to brighten up someone’s day with idle chit-chat.  They also thought of her as very odd.

Valerie’s life was soon to change though as on this particularly fine evening she stumbled across a fine fur pelt tossed away in a dumpster.

It had the smell of garbage mixed in with its wildlife musk. It created a unique stench that Valerie simply couldn’t ignore.  She held it to her face and took a long whiff, the fur feeling wet with grim against her face.  Her eyes nearly rolled into the back of her head as the amazing fragrance filled her nostrils.

‘Hehmm, uhnn….haaaaah.”  Valerie let out, ending with a trembling exhale of breath as she grew wet between the legs, completely entrapped by what her senses had picked up.  The feel of the wet fur against her face, the dry mangy patches she could feel with her hands, and of course the mind melting exposure to a smell she could hardly put to words.  Her tongue dabbed a bit at the fur, its horrid taste intoxicating.

Valerie had made quite the find and with gleeful anticipation she scurried back to her pad of junk.

Once back home Valerie took another smell of the fur pelt which reeked of a mangy dog doused in a plethora of clashing odors.  Something about this scent, this particular find of hers released such passion she hadn’t felt in quite some time.  Valerie’s high soon descended though, her face sulking as her thoughts snapped towards a depressing realization.  

“Why am I so consumed by this habit?” She pondered as she thought whether there might be something wrong with her.  “No one ever understood me; no one can understand these feelings of mine.  These old forgotten items have so much hidden history and intrigue to them; each one has a story to tell.  Where did they come from? What was the person who owned them like?  And the dirt and wear of them all, the smells that are so striking and uncontrolled.  And the earthly pleasures as well, the slime ridden creatures so slick and vile. It all feels like an escape to something forbidden, so separated from the normality of the world.”  Valerie was going round and round in her mind justifying her decision in choosing this life.

“If only people could see and understand this.” She continued inside her head.  “If only people could understand me…if only someone could understand me.”  Valerie’s head slouched as she sat quiet for a few moments taking in the silence of her surroundings.

She felt like an outcast, someone undeserving of any respect.  It was the struggle with this acceptance that lead to her to running away from home and here she was going through the same ordeal again in her mind.  Her parents couldn’t accept her and it certainly hurt for a while.  These days she didn’t blame them, she knew she was an odd peg that wouldn’t fit in anywhere.  She belonged in this abandoned house among the ruins of this festering city and with her decaying treasures and earthly unfiltered odors.  But it was more than acceptance that was getting to her this time.

She felt truly lonely for the first time in quite a while.  She wished for someone, anyone whom she could share in her interest with.  A human can only wallow by themselves for so long before succumbing to the ides of dejection.  Valerie clenched tight the fur wolf pelt held in her hands and stared at it deep in thought.  She quickly decided that these feelings would pass like they always had and that she wouldn’t damper the mood of such a joyous discovery with tears.

Valerie psyched herself up and indulged in caressing the fur coat once more.  Despite its dirty state she knew it was of a high quality.  The particular shade of grey it had could only mean one thing; it was a Wolfskin pelt.

The Wolfskin were a tribe native to the region who lived primarily on Mount Garou a few woods north of Cyrkensia.  They were giant bulging beasts much larger than your typical wolf, that often killed humans who set foot in their territory.  However there was also a mysterious sub-species of Wolfskin that were more human like, half-breeds if you will.  They looked almost completely human outside of wolf ears, a tail and thick fur like hair as well as sharper canine teeth.  No one knew how these oddities came about, but after much time had passed most accepted human Wolfskins as trustworthy neighbors and eventually civilians of everyday society.  They were tame and non-threatening not at all like a normal Wolfskin; they just had some primal behaviors tied to them.

Valerie surmised it must have been a very old Wolfskin considering the size of the pelt (Wolfskins grew very large the older they were).  Something about fur always captured the odor of where had been.  Valerie could faintly catch the smell of birch wood and wet dirt mixed in flavorfully with the other rancid smells.  Flies seemed very attracted to her new pelt but she paid little mind to them, not even bothering to swat them away.

Unable to hold it in any longer Valerie prepared to revel in her new possession.  Often times if an item really met her fancy she would become aroused and masturbate to its pheromones.  She couldn’t fully explain why, but she loved relishing in the putrid stench of an object, the bold distinct untampered smells toying with her mind.

Valerie strolled to the middle of her room and threw the Wolfskin pelt onto her large nude rugged mattress before plopping on top of it.  She rubbed her body side to side against the soft putrid fur, her face smothering against it like a child hugging a stuffed bear.  Eyes closed in bliss she began grinding up and down with her breasts, the fur tickling her nipples below her shirt.  One of her now hardened rods slipped out of her unbuttoned shirt and was exposed to the wet frisky strands of wolf hair.  Valerie grabbed hold of an end of the pelt with one hand and rolled onto her back.  She wrapped herself in the fur letting it embrace her completely.  

That’s when she unbuttoned her pants.  She slipped her hand slowly into her jeans and met the lips between her legs with fingers now lightly soaked in the grime of the pelt they had recently brushed.  As she teased herself with gentle tracings of her slit Valerie held the fur close to her face, inhaling its entire splendor causing her lust to build more rapidly. Her fingers slipped into her cunt and began swirling about in the juices and gliding along the ridged inner walls.

“Mmmmmm…haaaaaah.” Valerie released as she inhaled the pelt’s aromas.  “Ohhhh, uhnnnn, um! Um! Ahh….”  She was trapped in a haze of vile incense and savoring every second of it.  

Her fingers picked up the pace and began delivering diagonal strokes to her clit.  This deviant act was something Valerie partook in quite frequently and she knew how to work herself just right.  Even so something about this time was different.  The smell was so much more intense than what she usually grappled with and her nose wasn’t up to the task of capturing every nuanced scent that was pounding away at it; it was slowly overwhelming her.

“Mmmhah, more, there’s more here.  It’s all hidden,mmmhaaah….why can’t I find it, I need to smell it, haaah, ohh! Some-something’s happening!”  Valerie let out with frustration, which soon turned to surprise as she began to feel a quiver in her gut that soon traveled across her entire body.  

Suddenly Valerie’s scent glands blew up with activity.  She was starting to smell things clearer than ever, powerful odors growing even stronger.  It’s as if her sensitivity was cranked up to 11 and she went wide eyed, unable to comprehend the new commotion filling her nose and mind.  

“Haaah hoooh, ohhh! Wha-what is this, haah! Mmmmm, haaaahh. God yeeessss!! Uhhhh….”  Valerie cried out, turned on by the change in her experience though still thrown off guard by it.  

She grew a bit more unsettled though once her body began to spasm and quake.  It felt like her bones were being stretched and her muscles being plucked at.  She tossed and turned forcing the pelt wrapped around her to spread flat below her on the mattress.  Her nose was twitching about as it picked up intense smells all around the room, Valerie’s face looking frightened by all the new stinks she was picking up on.  She couldn’t process it all and could hardly think.  She no longer needed to have the fur plastered against her face; her nose was wildly prodding at the air and picking up every aroma given off by the pelt as if it were right in her face.

Valerie arched back as she felt a large snap wrack her lower back.  Something had shifted inside her but she couldn’t make out exactly what.  It was an alarming feeling that was soon followed by others.  Her arms which were gripping tight to the fur pelt stiffened and cracked near the elbows, losing their feminine outward curve.

“Gah! Ohh, hoh god…uhhhh nahhghh.”  Valerie grunted as she struggled with whatever forces were attacking her body.

Her shoulders snapped with a violent motion as they grew broader.  Valerie’s legs were next and they popped around the knees, the bones in her thighs breaking and reconnecting at a longer length (her arms too went through similar alterations).  She writhed in pain as she gained a few feet in height.

Valerie’s fingers began to thicken and the knuckles began to pop as her hands took on a more masculine, but still sensual, appearance.  Her feet widened a bit as they grew larger and thicker, their dainty appearance slowly fading as they kicked about.  Each toe seemed to be pulling outward independently, growing in size and length to the sound of popping bones.

The clothing Valerie was wearing began to hug her as she grew in size.  Her breasts pressed up harder against her open red shirt, nipples erect and straining hard against the inner lining of the fabric opened around her chest.  Eventually Valerie’s bucking body threw her breasts out from the clothing’s coverage, two large tits now freely swinging about undirected. 

Valerie was slowly gaining clarity with the new odors she was intaking and was becoming very aroused.  Once she felt her breasts break free she instinctively sent a hand up to one of them and began to clasp, palm over her nipple, and massage it in large motions.  She could hardly believe that anything could smell so strong, so enticing; that anything could assault her senses in such a manner.  She was so enamored by it she could hardly make sense of the changes hitting her body; she was completely won over by her predicament.

“Oh, hooh! So strong! I can smell it all! Oh my god! S-so good, so good! Oh, huhn, ahhh!” Valerie wailed in pleasure.

Suddenly the muscles in her body began flexing with power, pulsations throwing her body into seizure like motions.   Her graceful limbs began packing on thickness taking a more manly shape though retaining a slim look about them.  The muscle packing on her body settled and toned, supplying a very balanced look to her changing figure that was currently caught between two genders in its appearance.  

Her hips snapped into a new position as her pelvis shrunk and changed in shape.  Her midsection widened shortly after causing her feminine form to recede even more.  Feint abs appeared on her stomach as Valerie could feel muscle tightening and pulling beneath the surface along her midriff.  Her chest widened in size as her bouncing breasts began to fill with intense warmth.

“Hah, ooohh haah! Ugh, huh…My body! Ahnn!”  Valerie moaned as she became more aware of the significant alterations happening to her.  “So much! Gah, this scent, hohohoh god, this stench wuaahh! Hoh..hoh…this strength! Auhnn!”  

She felt a great power building inside her and even more than that; a distinct primal urge akin to that of a wild animal was wiring itself in her brain.  Instincts she felt she must act on were rooting themselves in her mind; the need to smell and examine everything in the environment and mark it as her own being the most prominent.  She also felt a growing desire for the female form welter inside her.

With her eyes shut tight in a perturbed manner Valerie was struggling and calling out in her mind as she succumbed to the animalistic urges, “What-what’s happening? Augh what’s happening to me!? My mind; can’t control it. Ugh, what is this feeling? This strength, ugh, my treasures, its mine! All of this is mine! Hah hah, must claim it, it’s mine!”

The bones in Valerie’s ears began to crack and pop as she felt the contours of her ears lengthening and reshaping, the bones growing more pointed near the top.  Her eardrums pounded like symphony drums, her hearing thrown into a state of disarray.  She next experienced all of her canine teeth breaking at their sides as bits of bone crumbled off leaving sharper more intimidating extremities in her mouth.  They tugged at her gums and blood began to spill from her gum line as she felt her canine teeth grow in size; slowly they crawled out further from her line of teeth until they reached almost twice their original length.

She swung her head back and forth as the changes continued to sweep across her face carried by an unending vibration.  Her cheek bones widened and her chin rounded with her jawline as a sturdy width seized her face.  The hair of her eyebrows grew thicker and more distinct in their coloration.  The bones in Valerie’s nose popped as they gained more mass, her nose becoming a more noticeable draw to her visage.  Her mug had more the appearance of a man now, a somewhat effeminate one.

Valerie’s eyes shot wide with focus as her senses became razor sharp.  Her eyesight became clearer as her pupils changed into dark intense red.  Her new sense of smell came under her control and she was able to pick up every smell around her, even the sticky sweat covering her own body.  Ears which had now lengthened to around a little over half a foot were picking up the sound of every snap, every shift in her body as she rolled about in a flustered state.  Dark black hair was slowly masking the skin of her ears as they finished their growth and tapered towards a more canine shape.  The black hair met with the hair on Valerie’s head to form a mangy wolf like coat around her head; her side bangs lengthening a bit along her cheeks. Finally white fur came bursting forth out the inner cavities of Valerie’s ears as well as the top surface of her scalp.  A stark contrast of black and white now covered her head and ears.

Valerie cried out in ecstasy, “Gyaahhh, uh Raaaaagggh!!” Her face had completed its transformation and Valerie’s new canines showed prominent in her open maw as she gave off a primal howl.  

The muscle that was Valerie’s tongue felt a surge of power hit it and bulked in size and rumbled out her mouth as it lengthened and widened.  Valerie let her tongue fly out of her open mouth and began lapping at the open air with it (its appearance was an odd mix between a dog and human tongue).  It was quite indescribable in its look, but it was long enough while out of her mouth to reach the bottom of her chin. 

“Hah, hah, hah, hyuhn! Uhnn!” Valerie panted as she let the strength building inside take her completely. She was too far gone, completely enticed by the wild furor and in particular the stenches she was picking up.  She wanted more, she wanted all that was being given to her.

Her breasts were suddenly hit with an intense pain and she gripped the fur Wolkskin coat she was writhing on as the acute feeling wracked her body.  Her breasts were trembling ferociously and losing mass; she felt a thickness layering below the mounds of fat.  Thick muscle was building below her withering breasts itching to replace the fleshy mounds.  At this same moment a fire was building in Valerie’s loin’s right at the nub in her slit.  She could hardly focus enough to grab at and stimulate the growing need filling downstairs though as a jolt sent her chest and body puffing upwards.  Her breasts swirled about as they began flattening against the surface of her chest.  Valerie’s clavicle bones shot wider as did the rest of her chest; the upper torso became broader for what was to come.  Finally her tits flattened against her chest and her areolas shrunk in size, nipples looking smaller and more delicate.

“Hyahn, oh gaawd-d-doh my! Ahn! Aaahh!!” Valerie cried out in bliss as she felt her chest throbbing and muscle puffing out into small flat hills.  Her pectorals didn’t grow too large, though they settled at a nice toned size.  Her newly formed pecs had a sensual look to them though showed some definite chisel to their form.

Valerie’s ass cheeks rumbled a bit as she felt their chubbiness deplete and take a more stocky shape.  They clenched firm together as she bucked in the wake of their change.

Next her abs came in even stronger, well defined lines coming into appearance across her stomach.  She felt them hardening like stones and pounding at the inner pits of her stomach as her mid-section lunged in and out.  Valerie brought a hand to feel her new rough core and her hands traveled enticingly about the ridges of her abs as they moved about with her bodily thrusts.  

The fiery state of her vagina reached an unbearable peak as her clitoris began to bulge in size and become erect.  It slowly began to grow longer and gain thickness, breaching Valerie’s folds and extending out like small skinless dick.

“Huh, haaah! Oh, oh this, this can’t be! Gah! Oh fuck, f-f-uck yes! Uhn…” Valerie called out as it began to dawn on her what was truly happening and she ecstatically welcomed it.  

A tent pitched in her tight pants as the new protrusion from her slit grew even larger with skin beginning to form around its surface.  Valerie felt her insides sloshing about as her ovaries and feminine innards began to reshape.  She felt two lumps forming and pushing up against the surface beneath her legs.  The tip of her growing clitoris grew wider and more shaped like the head of a penis and grew extremely sensitive; the head was now rubbing along the texture of her undies and pants.

Valerie took both hands and began pressing and gliding them against the surface of the pants above her forming penis beneath.

She could hardly believe or take it and moaned out, “Ohhh, mmmmm huuuh! Roohh!!! Hooooo!!”  Her cries shifted between groans and animal like howls as she worked her new dick faster and harder.

Her slit began to fuse shut right as new testicles formed on the top of her flesh.  The pair of balls were loading with sperm and burst forth with a fury from their inner bodily prison; their large sagging state hanging out of her panties and pressed up against Valerie’s pants.

Valerie felt freer than ever before and knew she was at her breaking point.  So she tactfully took in as much of the surrounding odors with one last inhale and soon after felt the most powerful orgasm of her life.

HIS dick finished forming into a thick veiny splendor as he kicked his hips up, blasting a sizeable load of cum into his pants and woman’s panties.  Shot after shot of cum christened the inside of his undergarments as Valerie swung both his hands to the sides to keep his swaying hips centered and his body stable through his awakening.

Raaaggh graahh yeess! Auuhhh...wuaaah!! Hyaah…huhnn…uhhh…mmmm….”  Valerie howled as he climaxed for the first time as a wolf man.  He let his body settle and bask for a bit, his appearance now that of an unbelievably handsome male Wolfskin.

Valerie was panting heavily with his new tongue drapped out his mouth, eyes closed as he tried to regain focus and clarity with his surroundings.  He soon opened his eyes and was astonished at how vibrant everything looked, his eyes adapting greatly to the dim lit room.  His hearing had improved as well; his ears picked up on the pitter patter of feet outside through thick walls.

But there was only one change to his senses that Valerie was truly enamored with, his nose and sense of smell.  He sat quiet taking it all in, sniffing at the air and growing flustered from all the new scents he was experiencing for the first time, as well as all the old ones he was picking up on with a whole new flare (their scent coming in stronger than ever).

Valerie quickly began shuffling about his room smelling every trinket in his collection, every sheet, fur and piece of food.  His new instincts were driving him crazy, he needed to smell every inch of his living space and make sure he had it marked in his brain what was his.  

“This is amazing! Ohhhhohohoh, I never imagined it all could smell so…exhilarating.  My mind is stirring, I can’t think straight.” Valerie commented.  “Huhn, oh god.  So amazing! My body, this smell, this is all so unbelievable.  Did the fur coat do this to me or have the gods blessed me?”

Valerie went over to the fur coat once more and drew in its stench.  His dick was rock hard and he quickly unbuttoned his pants in aims to please it.  He rolled about in the fur coat once more while beating off his meat with haphazard strokes.  

“Eggh ohh, yes, yes, oohhhh! Uhnnn…” Valerie let out as he spilled his load onto the pelt.  He grinded his dick and lower body against the fur making sure every last bit of pleasure was released leaked from his soul.

He could care less over what he had become, he felt consecrated with this new body.  “Sure.” He thought.  “I may be a sort of mangy mutt now, but I’d say it suits me well, heh heh.”

A few weeks later Valerie had acclimated well with the new body and was using its new potential to scout out even more junk that before he would’ve never spotted or found.  He was feral when it came to hunting down new trinkets with his nose.  He had picked up some animalistic routines through his change, eating rodents and other small undesirable looking critters.  

Valerie’s new form caught the guards and locals of the area off guard, not knowing it was the Valerie from before.  He quickly gave himself a new name, Keaton, and told the others that he was new in town.

One day while digging through a pile of cast away vases and other house ornaments a strong familiar stench caught Keaton’s nose.  It smelled similar to his bodily odor, like that of a wolf skin.  He was immediately compelled to follow it, his primal intuition picking up something more, something captivating (though he couldn’t place what).

He ran with haste after the stench until he arrived at a part of Cyrkensia he had never been too before.  It made sense, since it was much closer to the classier part of town to the north.  Just on the outskirts of one of the main streets there was a small trinket shop.  Keaton could tell the scent was coming from inside so he anxiously entered and was met with a sight that swept him off his feet. 

A beautiful Wolfskin woman dressed in a white long sleeved prairie shirt and black pants with a large brown belt hugging her waist was standing next to a shelf near the entrance door.  She quickly turned towards Keaton not expecting the sudden intrusion, revealing her sharp red eyes and sleek silver hair to him.  She had some healthy curves to her body and a rather sizable rack that wasn’t too overbearing in proportion to the rest of her body.

Keaton was speechless by her beauty, his animal like lust getting the better of him quickly.  He had enough control thought to keep himself cordial.  He quickly greeted her with, “Uh, uhm I’m Keaton, Uh sorry! I’m sorry I just walked in her like this, it’s just I…I.”

“You picked up my scent is that it? I must say I was shocked when I smelled you coming myself.  I never expected to see another Wolfskin around these parts.”  The woman said.

“I’m so sorry, I must seem like a creep to suddenly just whiff you out like that.  It’s just your scent, the smell coming from your store it was, it was hard to pass up...on.  Man this embarrassing.”  Keaton said as he slouched.

“Ahahaha, don’t worry about it.  I’ve certainly been there, tracking down an appealing stench and feeling out of sorts about it.  Though I’m not sure why this place caught your nose.  There is nothing in here but junk and old trinkets that I dust up and sell to the locals as decorations.”  The woman explained.  “Oh, by the way my name is Angela.  A pleasure to meet you, uh…Keaton was it?”

“Yes, yes it was Keaton. I’m Keaton! Uh, heh heh.  But no! No I don’t think this is junk.  I actually find  ragged and worn items greatly intriguing and…intoxicating, heh. Oh man.”  Keaton admitted with a disheveled look.

“My, you’re really flustered about this aren’t you?  Um…huh…”  Angela said, her face starting to blush a bit herself.  “I do love these old knickknacks a great deal myself.  I’ve got a lot of new finds in here today that I’m cleaning up.  Honestly though I feel bad ruining the authenticity of their aromas, but you can’t sell a dirty pick to the people round here.  Not enough truly admire the history and beauty tied to these cast away pieces of junk.  When I find these treasures their scent is so bewildering and powerful.  It’s like it tells a story of where it’s been.  It’s all so…”

“Freeing.” Keaton replied.

“Yeees, yes I’d say that’s it.  Angela softly spoke back.  She was starting to truly take in the scent of Keaton fully now and she liked what she sniffed.  He was riddled with the stench of grime and dirt, smells that struck a powerful cord within her.  She was beginning to get the impression that this person was just like her and that he too was aroused by such odors.  

“Say Keaton?” Angela started off.  “You seem like the sort of person with a liking for this kind of, uh lifestyle.  Not sure what I should call it?  Would you be at all interested in seeing my personal collection?”

“Would I ever!” Keaton yelled out in excitement as he grabbed hold of both of Angela’s shoulders, his black dusty tail wagging happily back and forth.  

Angela froze a bit not expecting the sudden contact and enthusiasm.  She slowly lifted his hands off of her and gave a conflicted smile as she directed him towards a back room in the store.  Something was beginning to well inside her.  Keaton had a certain allure to him that was winning her over fast and she couldn’t bother to fight it off.  Angela had been abandoned as a Wolfskin child in Cyrkensia, her parents feeling she was unfit for their tribe. She quickly made a life for herself on the streets in the human world and worked hard to get to the point she was at now owning this shop.  She had felt alone for so long without anyone who truly understood her or could share in her interests that seeing someone with such a childlike wonder when it came to this hobby of hers made her feel anxious.

“Well, here it is; my collection of treasures that have never been tampered with.  They’re are simply what they are, untouched, and uncleansed, perfect.”  Angela proudly declared with a bumptious smile.  A plethora of junk was sprawled around what appeared to be a bedroom.

Keaton quickly went wide eyed and playfully sprinted about the room sniffing everything in sight.  It reminded him so much of his own house filled with vile treasures.  Eyes closed Keaton picked up a powerful scent that led him right back to Angela and as he opened his eyes he realized he was whiffing her shirt (his nose gliding along the surface of it against her stomach).  

“Oh I’m sorry!” Keaton said freaking out.

“It’s, it’s all right.”  Angela replied flustered.  “Can this really be happening?” She thought as she gazed at Keaton and realized for the first time how truly stunning he actually looked with his mangy hair and perfectly chiseled face with boyish charm.

Both Keaton and Angela’s primal desires were building.  They were rapidly growing fond of each other, quickened by their animalistic tendencies.  Angela decided to settle things down though and simply started up small talk with Keaton, wanting to get a feel for just who this man that was making her heart stir was.

They talked for hours over their love for the ugly and unique and how they couldn’t help but indulge in the scents of reeking junk.  They both laughed over how ridiculous they both were, but felt overjoyed to have finally found someone who could understand them.

“This has been more fun than I’ve had in ages.  Thank you Angela.  I’m sure I’ve kept you from your work long enough.  I better get going-“ Keaton said while getting up to leave before being grabbed on the sleeve by Angela.

Angela stood up and with a serious stare looked deep into Keaton’s eyes.  Keaton was caught off guard and nervous as she held her gaze. 

“Wha, what is it Angela?” Keaton said as his growing lust from earlier returned.  

Angela was feeling the same buildup of passion and welcomed it as she knew she couldn’t fight off these feelings anymore.  She had found her mate and was ready for him to claim her.  Angela was a Wolfskin from birth so she couldn’t have known about Keaton’s previous existence as a human, thus she expected him to act like a wolf and take her in this moment.  

Keaton wasn’t sure what to do.  His familiarity with human customs clashed inside with his newer more bestial desires.  He didn’t want to do something he’d regret and wasn’t sure if acting out in the manner his inner machinations were suggesting was the right thing to do.

“Damnit, I can’t, I can’t take it anymore! This woman is everything, everything I’ve ever wanted. I must have her!  She’s mine, she is mine!” Keaton declared inside his mind as he took hold of Angela’s lips within his own.

Angela’s body trembled as she felt the consummation of her feelings.  Her hands were grabbed hold of by Keaton and she let her body be cast onto her bed (the one thing that wasn’t filled with junk).

Angela felt Keaton’s hard throbbing dick poking against his pants and against her leg.  She sent her hands down to help release his manhood from his jeans as Keaton continued to softly kiss her mouth.  His tongue traveled its way through the interior of Angela’s mouth, meeting her tongue and starting a dance between the two.

Keaton felt up against Angela’s soft plump tits and tugged hard at the mid-section of her shirt until it tore off.  Keaton ripped every last remnant of the shirt off of Angela in order to press his bare chest, revealed through the upper part of his shirt, against Angela’s bare bosom.

Angela finished slipping Keaton’s pants down and he finished kicking them off as they both continued to position on the bed.  At a point where they were both nude Angela took the reins and let go of Keaton’s mouth.  She delivered a fierce nip to Keaton’s neck, her face red as a beat.

Keaton felt Angela’s love bite deep into the skin and he relished the act as a sign that she accepted him and was ready for what came next.

Angela felt it hit her like a jolt to her entire body.  Keaton’s dick forced inside her big enough to stretch her folds.  

“Hyaahh, aahnnn, ahnnn..”  Angela moaned as she lay back letting the sensation sweep her away into the realm of pleasure.

Keaton was overjoyed at the sight of Angela indulging in what he had given her.  He felt powerful and wanted in the most primal of ways.  He had claimed this woman for himself and she accepted him.  He needed to show her how much she was right in making her decision.

He began with wild thrusts, starting fast with no buildup which caught Angela off guard.  

“Hyah! Ahh! Agh! Oh! Hoh, hoh, uhn, uhhh….Keaton…uoh!”  Angela groaned as her body was thrashed about by Keaton’s powerful pounding.  The springs in the bed gave off a deafening racket as the love making pushed them to their limits.  

Angela’s legs were lifted in the air and the posture of her lower body curving up with them as Keaton raised his position more above her.  His arms grabbed hold of both of Angela’s thighs and he held tight as he continued to slide in and out of her with dominance.  Angela’s hands went back and forth between grasping at the bed sheets and resting above her breasts trying to keep their bobbing in check. Eventually she decided to just play with her breasts and cupped both of her mounds, pressing them together in a rhythmic motion, her erect nipples flicking off each other with each passing of each other.

“Uhn, Keaton, oh, oh! Hah, hah, hah, yes.”  Angela cried out to Keaton as she felt her hips beginning to move free from her control, their motions dictated by Keaton’s forceful thrusts (occasionally he’d lay a powerful one that’d interrupt their fast steady rhythm).  Angela’s body looked as if it were caught in a trance.

Angela began to feel the spark fading soon however, her pleasure reaching a plateau.  She needed something more so she decided to take control.  She didn’t want her and Keaton’s consummation to go to waste.  She clamped onto Keaton’s torso with her legs catching him by surprise.  She held tight and firm stalling Keaton’s love making for a moment.  She then turned her hips to the side with a powerful motion bringing Keaton’s body that was wrapped in her grasp with it.  Keaton was flipped onto his side and quickly turned over by Angela who now positioned herself on top of Keaton, her pussy still gripping his warm schlong.

“Woah, Angela. What are you? Oh, uhn.”  Keaton tried asking before Angela started bobbing up and down on top of his dick from a sitting position.

Angela had both hands placed on Keaton’s chest for stabilization but also to glide her palms up and down his chest over his hardened rods.  

“Keaton, oh Keaton your mine! Yes, uh, ah! Let me please you…ohhh...my man! Hah, hah, yes!”  Angela called out to Keaton, assuring him that she was his now.  Angela had a drooling gratuitous look of joy on her face as she began to whimper a bit like a dog, tongue hanging out.

“Hyggh, oh Angela, Angela! My god, so good.  Hyah, you feel so good! Oh…”  Keaton cried out, his pleasure building towards a climax.

Angela was reaching her peak as well and she started to twist her body with her thrust in order to further stimulate herself and Keaton.  It worked and soon both were mere moments from reaching a unifying climax.

“Hyuh, huh I’m gona, I’m gona! Hah ohhhhh! Haaahhh uhhhuh, uhh…..”  Keaton yelled out as he fired a thick load of cum inside of Angela’s now tremoring body which had fallen down onto him in a loving embrace.

“Nyaaah, hunnggh, oh! Ohhhh! Uhnnnnnnn…Mmmmm yea….oh…”  Angela let out in during her own release while collapsing onto Keaton.

Keaton could hardly believe it.  The once woman had banged this Wolfskin girl like a wild animal.  But it felt so right and he wasn’t alone any more.  He should embrace it he thought and that’s when it hit him.

Angela got up after a few moments with a little uncertainty showing on her face.  Keaton noticed it as he contemplated inside his mind.

“Keaton that was…We should. Oh give me a second, hoh.  My body is still reeling.”  Angel said.

Keaton could tell she hadn’t been truly satisfied despite the intense experience they both shared.  It had dawned on him that Angela was a true Wolfskin and that she expected a more ravenous approach.  He had made missteps during the whole process that threw Angela’s thoughts about the two of them into doubt.  Keaton quickly decided that if he was going to embrace his new self and life and that if he truly loved this woman he would need to embrace all that he had become…even the more animal side.

“We, we should meet again sometime and-hoh!” Angela said before being grabbed from behind by Keaton and thrown down to the bed face first.  “Keaton! What, hyaaahh ohh!”  Angela felt Keaton penetrate her from behind, his position that of a wolf mounting its mate.

“I love you Angela, I’m never letting go.” Keaton delivered before lifting Angela’s backside higher into the air and starting his canine thrusts into her slit.  Angela was going to receive it the way she wanted, like a bitch.

The change of positions definitely stimulated Angela more and her face was going crazy after a few moments.  In her mind she was overjoyed, feeling Keaton was finally treating her how he should.  There was no doubt in her mind now that this was a Wolkskin man that wanted her and that she could spend her life with him.

“Kyaaa, hoh! I can feel you, feel you deep inside! Ah so deep in me! Hoh, hoh Keaton, yes Keaton!”  Angela cried out, the sound of Keaton’s lower body smacking against Angela’s backside filled the air.

Both of their noses could pick up the scent of their wet, sweaty love making, the smell of their bodily juices that had been spilt on the bed from earlier filling their nostrils.  

“Uhnn...gaaawwd...hoooh...gyahh...gaahh.” Keaton moaned as he continued to pound away at Angela.

He suddenly dragged Angela backwards a bit, pulling her face right over a pool of their love juices doused on the bed.  Angela’s face met the slick mess throwing her senses into a euphoric state.

“Hyah,ohh Keaton I smell it! Our scents, their mixing together, hoooh, yeess! Ahn Ahn so lovely! Oh do you smell it, oh! Smell me Keaton!”  Angela cried out.  No response came from Keaton but mere grunts, though he did smell it.  He smelled every mixing liquid between the two of them, their scents mingling.

Keaton picked up his pace as they were both driving towards another climax.  He smacked a side of Angela’s ass as he clasped her hips with both hands.  A loud yelp came from her and Keaton began to work the finishing touches on a wild ride for both of them.

“Do it to me again, hoh yes baby, AH!”  Angela yelled as Keaton obliged in smacking her ass again.  “Fuck me, H-hardeer!  Uh, Uh, Uh, Common, do it! Yes... uh huh, yes! Raaahhgghh auhhhhh…hoh…grrrrrr…Keaton, yes…”

“Huh. Huh, Angela, Angelaaaagghh Raaaghhh Graaaahhhh! Uhhnn…grrrr…ohh…” Keaton howled as he pumped Angela full again with his cum.

A switch went off in both of them as they came like wild animals whimpering and snarling in the wake of their frenzy.  They gradually settled, satisfied with their efforts to please one another. 

An hour later they were back to talking again, talking about the future and what it held for the both of them.  They were clearly madly in love with one another and had marked each other with their Wolfskin pact.  They eventually decided on Keaton moving into Angela’s shop and helping her run the store.  

Angela had one condition.

“Now Keaton dear I know you love wallowing in filth and you smell lovely, but you should really broaden your horizons.  Try out some more refined smells from time to time.”  Angel said unsure how Keaton might take it.  “You have to present yourself well for our customers after all.  Hee hee.”

“Oh come on you’re already trying to change me. Hmph.” Keaton snarled.

“Please Keaton, you’ll be helping me run the shop; you promised.  This is OUR home now and we need to adapt in whatever ways we can for each other.  I know I must sound overbearing.”

“Yeah, yea I understand.  I’ve got a condition as well.” Keaton said with a scheming grin.  “Whenever we have time off from the shop you have to not bathe for that entire week.  Oooor if we don’t have that much time we can just go roll around in the muck in the woods nearby and explore.  Make it like a mini excursions of love, heh heh.”

“Oh Keaton you child, hahaha.  You are so free spirited.  Of course we can do that.  I want to do that with you.” Angela replied, a satisfied smile crossing her face.  “Keaton I’m so glad you found me; so glad you chose me.”

A blush came to Keaton’s face as he pecked his mate on the cheek.  “Angela I truly believe I’d have chosen you in any life, Wolfskin or not.  We are meant for each other.” 

Keaton delivered a passionate kiss upon his lover with tender grace and they both embraced each other warmly, both having finally found acceptance and companionship.