Growing Wild With You
(CONTENT WARNING: This work features explicit sexual content, themes of dubious consent, and unconventional sexual relationships. Additional tags include: Monsterfucking/Teratophilia, Feral/Possessive Behavior, BDSM.)
Chapter 2: A Wild Evening
I gasp, quivering all over. His statement alone is enough to turn me on, my chest on fire. One of Fern's eyes bore into me as he sniffs at my neck, my next words all the harder to say. "Th-that's a really bad joke, Fern," I say, but my voice is so weak I think only a beast's ears could hear it past my trembling fingers.
His growl gets louder, words close to my ear and bouncing in my head. "Don't brush it off, you smell like you're in heat."
He runs his large tongue up my neck and a fragile moan muffles into my palm, his tongue so hot it would be feverish if it was a human. His heavy breaths tingle across my wet skin. "D-d-don't say that…!" I stammer desperately, putting a hand to his pinning paw. Pushing at it produces no results, his weight and strength far greater than mine. His fangs prick my neck from their proximity, requiring every last bit of my willpower to not melt under his influence. "F-Fern, w-what are you—"
"Your skin is so soft… Your body so plush and cute… I can't stand how adorably you do everything."
My mind races, butterflies going wild in my stomach. Fern finds me attractive!? Nobody's ever expressed any attraction to me before, especially a beast of all things. He was supposed to call me a freak, not be one too! His ferocity grows in response to my overwhelming feelings and has me increasingly concerned about my safety. He's never gotten this heated, and being stuck at the other end of it is terrifying. Is his desire going to tear me apart? "F-Fern! C-calm down!"
"I can't handle seeing your pretty little body for another second. I need to be inside you."
I instinctively press my thighs together, a twinge between my legs not making this any easier. "H-hold on a second!" I plead, but my words don't reach him. His jaws open wide, drool falling from his teeth as he prepares to bite. Everything seems to move in slow motion, my heart beating so fast it hurts. Further down his huge dick is escaping from its sheath, throbbing in rhythm with his breath. Before it's too late, I press my hands to the bottom of his snout and push up as hard as I can, his growl vibrating through my palms. "W-w-wait! Wait! Wait!" My arms threaten to give from the strength of his resistance. "I'm scared! I've never had sex!"
Just as the strain becomes too much for my muscles he quickly withdraws across the room, sinking his teeth into his foreleg viciously. Finally free, I sit up and hold my hand over my chest, trying to still my heart. Fern's muzzle is wrinkled as he eyes me aggressively.
Once I catch my breath I tentatively call out to him. "Fern? A-are you okay?" He takes his teeth off his leg, his saliva trailing from his fangs with a hint of red. "O-oh my god, you're bleeding!" I make to close the gap and check his wound but he snarls threateningly at me, hackles raised.
"I can't control myself right now!" Fern barks. "Stay back before I… Before I take your virginity." He looks me up and down and he corrects himself by snapping his head in the other direction. "If you can't handle it, don't come any closer." He licks his wound, his dick still not calming down and slowly sliding free.
He's… trying to protect me from himself? "B-but… You're hurt." I touch my neck, wet from Fern's tongue. Thinking about his teeth on me gives me shivers, my body desiring him despite how scary he is. I can't help it, I want him. My wits aren't about me to stop and consider it any deeper.
I struggle to my feet like I haven't used my legs in a week, hurrying to the bathroom. I come back with bandages and approach Fern slowly until he recoils. "Joy," he snarls, limping on his hurt leg. "I'm being serious."
"I-I'm scared, but…" I take every next step cautiously, my hands trembling the closer I get to such a huge, unstable beast. "I-I do want to have sex with you, if you calm down."
He attempts to drive me away again, baring his teeth at me. "You shouldn't have revealed that you're a virgin. The thought that I might take your first time is driving me crazy."
I whimper, my legs getting weak. He's more of a pervert than I expected but it's getting to me anyway. "Is there no way you can make my first time easy on me?"
His hostility subsides, ears perking up and eyes blinking a few times. "I-I… I can. You would trust me with that?" His tail begins to sway back and forth ever so slightly.
I take the opportunity to reach him with the last few steps. "Y-you've been kind to me, and lots of other people rely on you too. Should I not?" I crouch down to check the wound on his foreleg, which he graciously raises for me. It doesn't look as awful as I feared but it is bleeding. "We should clean this."
"I cleaned it out already."
"With your mouth?"
"It's good enough." He's avoiding eye contact with me, his abashed behavior surprising. Something I said must have worked on him. I dress and bandage the wound carefully, distracted by the work and ignoring how big he is over me.
"There," I say, proud of my handiwork and for being able to assist Fern somehow.
"Thank you." He replies, deflated but hackles still in the air.
I stand up, a bit bashful myself talking about this. "I-I need some help, to make it more comfortable for me."
* * *
It took pushing the coffee table out of the way, but we managed to fit my mattress in the center of the living room. My bed frame would have snapped, but this allows us to be together on something more comfortable than the floor. As soon as Fern's teeth let go of it I go back to the bedroom to obtain a big blanket, a pillow, and some lube I have stashed away. I spread the bedding out and test the comfort. It's a bit firmer on the floor, but it's not too bad. The physical exertion has distracted Fern enough that he's not going feral at the sight of me, but I've yet to take off my clothes I went to work in. I hug the pillow tight, turning away from him self-consciously. He steps onto the mattress behind me, the foam dipping under his weight and requiring me to curl forward to not fall into his gravitational pull.
"What's wrong?" Fern asks, quieter than usual as he nuzzles the side of my head, tickling my cheek with his whiskers.
"I-I'm nervous to take off my clothes," I stammer, blushing.
"Look at me."
I lift my head, his gaze gentle and caring. Fern is handsome as usual, his fur thick around his jaws and ears. Having all of his attention dedicated to me causes my heart to flutter. His snout touches my lips, tongue lapping at me. In my surprise I open my mouth, tongue meeting his. The irony taste is intensified as he presses his tongue into my mouth, the invasion shocking my body in several places. I grasp at the rough fur of his neck with one hand, my head getting woozy as I moan against him. I didn't know a kiss could be this erotic, or that something entering my mouth would have such an effect on me. His tongue is large and strong, shoving mine around as it pleases and prying my lips and jaws apart. He turns his head to the side to reach deeper, his fangs grazing my cheeks. It's so amazing I forget to breathe, my nose filling with the smell of his breath when I do. He pulls his tongue out of my mouth and I quickly swallow our combined copious saliva, gasping. He casually stole my first kiss.
"I'll help you," Fern coos softly into my ear. "Unbutton your shirt."
I barely have time to register what happened and I'm sinking deeper under his influence. He's really taking my request to heart. "O-okay" I reply shakily, following his instruction starting from the highest. Fern is literally breathing down my neck as the collar opens up, my nerves alight. Once I unbutton them all and pull my shirt out of my skirt he takes the edge in his teeth and pulls the sleeves off my arms, tossing it away. I grasp onto the pillow, hiding my chest. I can feel his eyes all over my back before I feel his snout, tracing the lines of my bra. I tense up, my exhales becoming heavier. He plucks at the clasp with his teeth and undoes it effortlessly, pressing his tongue to my spine and firmly licking up the center of my back. I shiver intensely, messily whimpering as his tongue flicks off my neck. His growl revs back up and I shrink underneath him automatically.
He speaks in my ear again. "Bend over."
"Mnhuh…!?" I exclaim.
"I need to get your skirt."
Right, that's what he means. I lean forward, getting my knees underneath me and letting my bra fall from my arms. I shudder as his snout trails down my waist, somehow managing to grab the small zipper on the side of my skirt with his fangs. After he unzips it I unclasp it myself and it slides down to my knees. With only my leggings left Fern hooks his head around my waist and flips me over, my back hitting the mattress. He boxes me in, paws pressed beside either side of my head. His growling maw is so frightening I grab the blankets, pulling them over my breasts and neck defensively. My spine tingles at the intimidating sight of him over me.
Fern narrows his eyes, inducing another whimper from me by licking my earlobe. "Don't hide from me now, it'll only get me more excited."
"B-but…!"
"I'll take care of your body this time, sweetheart. Will you trust me with it?"
How is he so good with his words!? He could convince me of anything if he keeps speaking like that. He takes the blankets in his teeth and I allow it to leave my hands while he pulls it aside. There's nothing to stop him licking from my stomach up between my breasts, my mewling so embarrassing. I grasp at the fur around his jaws while he laps the sweat from my neck. "F-Fern…!" I moan, shuddering underneath him.
"That's my girl."
I'm already obsessing over this white wolf, my inhibitions dropping faster by the moment. "P-please be gentle, I don't know if I can— Ah!" His fangs pinch my skin, snarl deepening alongside the painfully growing pressure in my muscles. "E-easy! O-ow!" I squeal, his ear twitching. He finally lets up, the release making me groan. His wild exhales are tender on my bruised neck. He licks the spot, my arms twitching. "Ngh! F-Fern!"
"Such a delicate little thing…" His voice drips with desire. "You whine so sweetly…"
"D-don't talk like that, i-it makes me…"
"Wet? I know, it's the only thing I can smell." He continues to mark me down my neck and collar, sinking his fangs into my skin and suckling on it. It hurts but it turns me on so much I can't complain. When he reaches my breast, I have to speak up.
"W-wait! D-don't bite there, it's really sensitive!" He cocks his head at me but doesn't say anything. "Th-they're growing right now, I think, so they're really tender— H-hey!" Fern licks at my breast, flicking his tongue across my nipple cruelly. "N-not there!" I yelp, pushing at his muzzle. He's too strong to be phased, tongue circling my areola and building a strange sensation in my chest. "F-fuck!" I have to cover my burning face with one hand, the other gripping pleadingly at his fur. Despite how overwhelming it is I'm puffing my chest toward him, my body moving on its own. "O-oh goddd!" He gets more excited, his teeth dangerously close. "F-Fern, careful!" He rips himself off me and sinks his teeth in the mound of blankets beside me instead, biting down hard enough the threads rip. I cover my chest, horrified that could have been me.
Once he removes his teeth there's a ton of drool leftover, the wolf huffing menacingly. "If I don't fuck you soon I might lose myself."
There's a minute where we only stare at each other, pent up and breathing heavily. I decide to grab my leggings and pull them down, Fern's eyes glued to my legs. "P-please? I-I really need it." He's quick to move down the bed, pulling the leggings off my feet and licking up my calf and inner thigh. "Hngh!" I close my legs but he pries them apart with one of his paws, biting onto my flesh. It's somehow even more sensitive and painful than my neck, but I withstand it if only because trying to stop him might hurt more. The mark he leaves is incredibly red, and after he licks it he's already pushing his snout between my legs, his nose practically inhaling me. I pull my panties down for him, horny enough it outweighs my trepidation. Nobody but my doctors have seen my new vagina, but Fern doesn't take any time to contemplate it. The second my panties are off he's pushing my thighs apart again. His tongue makes full contact with my lips and clit so quickly I gasp, the shock zipping up my spine. "Oh fuck!" I bite my hand to contain myself, gripping the short hairs on top of his head while he ferally laps away at me. "Feernnn!" I cry, melting at the merciless assault. My eyes are doing their best to see up inside my head, my hips twitching every time his fangs graze me. After all the teasing and foreplay this is explosive, more intense than anything I've ever done by myself.
It gets worse when he starts digging his tongue inside me. It's big and warm and wriggling so deep so fast that something breaks, my pleasure reaching an unbearable peak. I whine past my hand, except there's no release. It keeps going, building to a greater peak while he tests my depth and stretches me slightly. His fangs are pressed against me more now but I'm numb to that as my core gets tighter, and tighter…
"I-I'm cumming! Oh god! Fern, I'm…!" Words aren't possible past that point. I'm moaning louder than I have in my life. It almost hurts, my free hand gripping at the sheets for dear life just as hard as on his fur. Once it finally eases up he's sensible enough to pull his tongue out, my body warmer and my pussy wetter than any other time I've ever orgasmed. I could melt into the mattress, so heavy and out of it it's hard to realize when he climbs back over me. His growling and musky snout next to my ear snaps me back to reality.
"Turn over," he demands.
I blink, finally noticing the state of his dick. His knot is out and swollen, the entire thing throbbing. On top of it all he's dripping, drooling precum onto my leg. His cock is huge, certainly bigger than the dildo I have. "H-holy shit," I whisper. "A-am I really supposed to—"
"Turn over."
I gulp and obey, forcing my tired muscles to listen as I turn onto my stomach.
"Lift your hips."
As I use my shaky legs to push myself up he wraps a bandaged foreleg around my lower waist and pulls me up the rest of the way, his claws tightening on my abdomen. He's just mounted me, pressing his tip inside me and shoving himself in partway. I cry out at the intrusion, my deeper walls stopping him. And I thought dilating was painful. "Ah! I-it hurts!"
He bends low over me, his fur against my back like a blanket. "Let me in."
"H-how do I—"
"Relax."
That's right, I'm tensing up, clenching around him and preventing him from going any further. I wrap my arms around the pillow, taking deep breaths. He's holding my hips up well on his own so I let him, softening my muscles. The moment my walls relax during my exhale he pushes himself in further. My eyes widen as he stretches me out further than I've ever been before. It hurts in a different way, but not too much I can't feel the pleasure of him filling me out. Warmth concentrates in my brain and stops it from working entirely, down to its most basic functions.
"Good girrrlll…" Fern says, rolling into an even deeper growl as he thrusts into me passionately.
"Oh fuck…! Oh fuck…!" I moan over and over repeatedly, the words not mattering anymore as much as releasing my feelings. "Oh god…!" Fern is actually fucking me, feral and only following his desire to go deeper and harder. He rhythmically laps at my back, easing my body to accept him further. Somehow he manages to get deep enough his knot is smacking against my entrance and rocking me with every thrust, his paw squeezing my abdomen between himself and his dick. I already think I'm gonna lose it before he reaches just a bit further with his claws, one of them pressing on my clit and rubbing it in a circular motion. No recognizable speech can escape me at that point, only a series of moans so loud that somebody can surely hear me through the walls.
"Your first time is mine. I'll ensure nothing can compare."
Don't say something possessive too…! I desperately cling to his paw supporting his weight beside me, fingers interlocking with his claws. There's so much stimuli I can't hold it back anymore, another orgasm wracking my body. This one hits a higher peak than the last but is much shorter, leaving me relatively lucid for Fern's response.
He suddenly bites down on my shoulder, his entire row of teeth sinking into me with an aggressive snarl. "F-Fern!" I cry out, my entire body tensing up, including around his pulsing dick. His knot pushes against me hard but not enough to enter me, warmth spreading through my abdomen. "O-oh goddddd…" He's cumming in me, drooling all over my back. He's slow to pull his teeth off me, breathing as laboriously as I am. He licks the teeth marks silently and I weakly whimper. After his throbbing has calmed down he lifts himself up, gently pulling out of me. Something spills from me like a waterfall. "F-fuck…" He lowers my hips to the mattress, my head spinning. "F-Fern, h-how much did you— Ngh! Fern!" He's lapping at my pussy again, his tongue ridiculously overstimulating. "A-again!?"
"Stop squirming," he says in between licks, his voice back to its normal monotone. "I need to clean you up."
"Y-you could do it with a towel…!" I can't complain anymore, melting into the bed. My limbs are like lead, the wolf cleaning me thoroughly and leaving me feeling a bit empty when he stops. "F-Fern…"
"Stay right there." I couldn't very well move anyway, but he comes back as quickly as he leaves, holding a few towels in his teeth. He places them on the bed and lies next to me, grabbing me with his front legs and pulling me close, my back firmly against his fur.
"Mmh…!" He wraps his neck around the top of my head, his muzzle wet and smelling of a combination of our fluids. I take a towel and wrap it around him, resting my forehead on him so our eyes are close. We simply breathe together for a while, my chest getting really fuzzy the longer he looks lovingly into my eyes. I've never felt a warmth surround me this completely, his inhales putting a gentle pressure on my back. It's late, the sunset shining on his white fur.
Fern is the first one to speak. "Are you okay, Joy? Did I hurt you?"
I struggle to find a proper reply at first. "I-I'm okay! I-I'm a little bruised, but…" I shuffle the towel over his muzzle a bit, unable to keep meeting his gaze. "It felt amazing… I didn't know it was possible to feel so good… D-didn't think a beast would be the one to show me."
His claws grip my waist, bandage tight against my skin. "I'm glad I was the first to have you. I'm going to enjoy showing you more forms of pleasure."
He's already seduced me, he better not be toying with my heart. "Y-you mean… This isn't a one-time thing?"
He affectionately growls, tickling me through the towel. "You should have thought twice before getting in bed with a beast. We don't take intimacy lightly. I've already marked you. Every beast will smell my scent on you and know you're mine. And every human will see the blemishes on your skin and know my fangs caused it."
My face is so hot you'd think he was still inside me. I smother him with the towel. "I-I didn't realize— I-I mean, I didn't think—"
"I've made up my mind to dedicate myself to you."
"B-but you hardly know me!"
"That hardly matters. I'll get to know you very well soon."
I'm speechless. I like stability, but he's providing a partnership so fast. Is this actually normal for beasts?
He brushes the towel away, nuzzling me. "Do you accept my affection?"
I don't know what I did to deserve it, but surely there's no harm in trying this out. It might be an opportunity to share my space more comfortably. "E-even though I'm a human and you're not?"
"Does that make a difference? You didn't seem to be fretting over this when I mounted you."
I cover my face, grumbling. He's got to be less blunt. "O-okay. W-we can… get to know each other." I don't let him see my face for the next few minutes, smiling and blushing like an idiot.
* * *
Joy nuzzles into my chest with a groan, still deep asleep. She's completely abandoned her pillow, her delicate fingers grasping onto my fur. She's shy about being close when she's awake, but her unconscious body clings to me needily. I hold her tighter, wishing I could do something more without waking her. She spent all evening with me, talking to me while she showered and cooked and getting flustered every time I groomed her. I asked her to clarify why her breasts are tender and she explained her transness to me, getting nervous in the process for some reason. It appears that there's still many human concerns I don't fully understand yet.
Joy used her TV for the first time this week, introducing me to a few episodes of a romantic show until getting too tired to continue. My passion must have taken a lot out of her. She's so small and fragile, like she'll slip between my claws if I'm not careful. I won't let that happen. Not again. Even if I have to stay by her side constantly, I can't let the past repeat itself. Someone like Joy is too precious to lose. Someone who looks at me like I'm more than what's on the surface.
I get too excited, my tail knocking something over. It's the bottle of lubricant she brought out, unused and forgotten. I suppose she didn't need it.