"Grappling hook?"

"Check."

"Healing potions?"

"Yep."

"Torches?"

"Uh-huh."

"Guide to Critter Companionship?"

". . . what?"

Terry brought his face up from his knapsack and looked over to where Becca sat at the table. Her foxy tail swished back and forth as she smiled and held up a large tome for him to see.

"The Guide to Critter Companionship!" she exclaimed again, her face beaming. "It's like, the number one book for helping out all kinds of animals, big and small. With this baby, you won't have to worry about accidentally chopping up some poor bunny ever again!"

Terry smiled weakly and ran his fingers through his short hair, tilting his head some.

"Hmm, well . . . ," he said slowly, trying to think of a reason to go without it. "Y'know, I'm sure you'd love to read that waaaay more than I would. I probably won't ever find much time to read the thing while I'm out journeying through the tundra."

The zoologist hummed loudly, her furry ears flicking as she thought hard on the very important matter.

"I have read it about seven or eight times already, but I do totally love reading it, sooo . . . okay! I'll keep it for now, but I can let you read some other time."

Terry nodded and looked back to his knapsack, making sure everything was indeed all there. Feeling satisfied after a quick check, he put it on his back and looked himself over as well, examining all of his palladium armor for any issues. With that done, he was ready to head out for adventure.

"Welp, I'm off, Becca," he announced as he made his way to the door, looking over his shoulder and giving a goodbye wave.

"Come back soon, 'kay?" she called out with a vigorous wave back. Before he could look ahead, she shot up and pointed at the floor in front of her. "Hey, I think you dropped something."

He turned around, looked at the floor where she was pointing, and saw a purple, crescent-shaped item there. Recognizing it immediately, he picked it up. Becca was already beside him, looking intently at it.

"Wow, what is that?"

"I'm not sure," he replied, handing it to her and watching as she examined it all over. "I got it off a werewolf I fought a few days ago. I don't know what it does, if anything."

"Huh," she said simply while she turned it over before handing it back to him. "It's pretty neat-looking, though!"

"Yeah, I guess so," he remarked, affixing it beside his other accessories. "I'll hold on to it for now. See you soon."

With another wave exchanged between the friends, Terry made his departure.

He had just made it into the cold tundra as the sun went down. Terry rubbed his arms for warmth as he watched the crimson sun dip beneath the horizon, taking the fading light with it.

Wish I had made it earlier, he thought begrudgingly. I can't really hope to make a cabin in the dark, even with all of my torches placed. Too many monsters will be out. Should probably just find a cave or something to jump in for the night.

As he strained his eyes for any sort of natural shelter in the dark, he caught a glimpse of the moon where it now hung in the sky. He glanced back at it then stopped to watch. The moon was full, shining brightly onto the white snow all around him.

At least it's bright out. Maybe I will be able to make a cab—

Terry's train of thought came to screeching halt. He stood there motionlessly staring at the moon. Without warning, he doubled over, hitting the ground with a thud, not even able to catch his fall. He grunted loudly and spasmed from head to toe, overcome by pain. The sound of metal buckling and sheering echoed throughout the frigid night air. Just as suddenly as the episode started, it stopped. Terry stood up, broken armor falling from him to the ground. He was changed; what was once a man was now a towering frame of dark brown fur, teeth and claws. His once blue eyes glowed an ominous deep red like dots of crimson fire in the night. Terry stood for a moment, panting hard, his hot breath steaming in the cold air. His new lupine features granted his senses a power he had never known; it was as if he could hear every whisper of the wind over the snow, see even into the deepest black cave, smell things far from where he stood. He sniffed the air deeply, taking it all in. His ears shot up as he smelled something; it was unusual yet familiar, so minute yet burning strongly in his mind, a tiny musky smell that only barely lingered.

The werewolf didn't wait another moment, taking off in the direction of the scent in a mad sprint. He didn't care a thing for the items left behind, his mind consumed with his target. He ran without rest, not even bothering to fight with any monsters or animals he encountered on the way, instead barreling past them with ease. It didn't take long for him to trace his path back to the quaint wooden home where the zoologist resided. He barely slowed down as he threw himself into the door, sending it flying from its hinges before he stepped into the house.

The source of the enrapturing aroma was standing on the other side of the room. It was Becca, but, just as he had, she had become quite different as well under the light of the full moon. She was a full-blown werefox, orange and white fur covering her all over. Her muzzle twitched and her green eyes were opened wide as she faced the intruder. Terry stood still as he continued to look her over as well. Unlike him, she hadn't changed dramatically in size, though she seemed a bit more muscular. Most noticeable to him, however, were her feminine features; Becca was already quite the well-endowed woman, and she made it well known with her tight fitting green tank top and her equally accentuating pants, but she had grown substantially in both departments with her transformation. Her cream-furred breasts stretched her shirt far enough to reveal a good bit of her fuzzy belly, the thing barely able to keep them in, her pants faring little better even unbuttoned and unzipped. The werewolf could feel his loins stir as he took it all in, especially her wonderful womanly scent. He shuffled his feet as he prepared to make his move. Becca saw his movement, and held up her hands and let out a cute little growl with as intimidating a look she could pull off.

"Grrr!. Leave now! Rawr!"

Terry didn't say a word, though his tail wagged listlessly behind him.

The fox saw only a brown blur as he launched himself over tables and chairs and snatched her up, all in a second. She was pinned to the wall before she had realized what happened. Slowly, she turned her head up to see the werewolf's face just inches from her own, his crimson eyes gazing down at her, his mouth hanging open with all his stark white teeth in view. He could feel her shake in his grasp, her eyes wide again, her ears flattened. She opened her mouth slightly, whatever she planned to say never coming as fear overtook her.

With a swift movement, Terry brought his mouth down on her, Becca seizing up in preparation for his attack only to be confused as he merely licked the side of her face and muzzle. Despite the size and strength of the thing that had her pinned to the wall, she couldn't help but feel soothed by the gentle touch of his warm tongue. Even his strong, strange scent had a calming effect on the werefox. Before long, she stopped trembling altogether; she didn't even jump when he brought a hand up and tore off her shirt with a flick of a claw, letting her huge furry jugs spill free. The werewolf growled lowly as he continued to lick her cheek and took ahold of her tits, squeezing them in his big hands. Becca whined in return from the attention, her claws scratching into the wooden wall as he treated her breasts roughly. He squished her boobs all over, digging his fingers into their thick, fluffy fur, flattening them against her chest, smooshing them together, rubbing her black nipples, and more. Entranced by it as she was, it took her moment to notice a poking sensation at her belly, a distinct musky odor in the air. She opened her eyes, glanced down, and gasped at what she saw.

The werewolf's fully erect cock was rubbing its head onto her stomach, matting her fur with pre-cum. She shivered uncontrollably, no longer from fear but excitement as she locked her eyes on the foot-long manhood, the entire thick member riddled with bulging veins. Just a little lower, she could see his big, furry sac, no doubt heavy and ready to release. A wave of arousal suddenly swept over her body, sending her tingling from head to toe, her slit twitching in her pants. Without a conscious thought, she reached her hands down to it, compelled to grab such a large dick. She felt him jump in her grip and heard a shuddering groan by her sensitive ears as she stroked her hands up and down his throbbing length, amazed she couldn't even wrap her hand around it. They fondled each other for a short while, both of their pleasured sounds growing louder as the seconds passed.

Just as quickly as he had first grabbed her, the werewolf released her tits and ripped her pants off, flinging the shredded clothing over his shoulder. Becca didn't even have a chance to simply enjoy the cool air on her heated nethers before he grabbed her sides and swiftly swiveled her head over heels, pinned to the wall again. It was only then that she caught sight of a leather belt barely holding onto the male, unadorned save for a small crescent moon charm. Any vocal acknowledgement of her recognition never came as she felt the warm touch of his tongue against her bare slit. She let out a loud moan as he did it again and again, lapping at her like a he was thirsting to death. His wide, flat tongue reached every sensitive spot along her vulva, dipping into each fold without any effort, all so fast it dazzled her mind. Her mouth hung open as he attended to her, tongue hanging out the side as her moans never ceased. So great was the pleasure, she missed the ominous presence of his mammoth cock just a few inches from her enticing maw.

She became all-too-aware of it as Terry rammed every inch of his dick into her mouth. Her eyes opened wide as the foreign object stretched her jaw out as far as it could go just to let him in. Her throat widened nearly as much as his long shaft pierced into her oral depths, the tip pulsing deep inside her, rattling her head as it throbbed. A wave of panic overtook her for a brief moment as she fought for air, fortunately soon finding herself able to breathe without much issue through her nose. She took many deep breaths, suddenly noticing her nose pressed right up against his hot, hefty balls, each intake of air filling her with his masculine aroma that clouded all of her worried thoughts. As she basked in his smell, he continued to lick her pussy, speeding up as she grew nice and slick. As his tongue finally dipped down inside, making her jump and moan around his rod, he pulled his length back, vacating her tight throat until only his head rested inside her mouth. Just as swiftly as he removed his member, he shoved it back in, going all the way he could and repeating the motion again and again, in and out. After a few testing thrusts, the werewolf began to really fuck her face, plunging each bit of his massive cock into her mouth and down her throat at a rapid pace, eating her out with the same amount of energy.

Becca could sense he was only just starting, but she was already nearly overwhelmed by the male's efforts. His tongue ventured deep into her womanhood, twisting and turning pleasingly over her sensitive walls, making them twitch and leak as he went on. His thick rod pushed into her warm, wet mouth quickly, sliding back and forth along her tongue and her squeezing throat almost too fast for her to manage. She had to keep her mouth open all the way and relax her throat, chasing away her gag reflex as she took him down. Tough as it was, she managed to hold it together, loving it all the while. She could feel his thick, rigid manhood pulse powerfully as it rubbed against her mouth and throat, feeling as if it shook her entire head with each resounding throb. Adding to that, each time he shoved his dick to the very pit of her throat, his fuzzy nuts plopped softly against her wet nose, wafting more of his manly scent to her already buzzing head. As good as that was, she was enraptured even more by the very taste of his manhood, her tongue reaching all around his mighty phallus and tracing over his blood-filled veins, savoring his musky, salty flavor. It was so unlike anything she had ever encountered, slightly bitter but enticing all the same. In combination with all the other wonderful parts, she found herself sucking hard and moving her head in sync as best she could upside-down and suspended in the air. She helped him go deeper, wrapped more of her mouth around his pumping rod; a deep, pleased grumble came from above, reverberating out of his mouth and down through her wet tunnel as his tongue went further inside of her. A shuddering moan ripped out of her in turn, passing through her whole body and returning right back to Terry and his engorged cock as it scraped against her tingling throat. It brought another rumbling groan from him, and the cycle began again, a perfect positive feedback loop of arousal that enamored them both and pushed them further towards ecstasy.

The werefox was in the middle of another powerful moan when she felt Terry speed up his thrusts dramatically. His cock shot in and out of her mouth much faster than before, dipping deeper down her throat and smacking her in the nose with his sac forcefully, a quiet slap filling the air as it did. This only encouraged her wavering moan, her tongue lathering up his length as she sucked madly. It pushed him further on his end, making him twist his own tongue as it searched over every nook and cranny of her moist pussy; she could almost swear he could reach all the way to the end. It was almost too much for her as he assaulted her from both ends, her eyesight long since blurred over, but she was more than satisfied with just the touch, smell, and taste of the male upon her. Considering, she felt rather than saw the swelling knot at the base of his cock smashing into her soft lips in a vain attempt to enter her already wide open mouth. Realizing the end was nearly upon him, and feeling the her own orgasm about to explode from her core, she gave it her all, pushing her muzzle all the way down into his firm, pulsing knot, sucking and slurping hard as he thrust into her while she ground her crotch into his face, taking his tongue in as deep as she could. They went at each other like beasts, each of Terry's powerful blows forcing his cock down her slick throat and bashing her back into the wall, nearby paintings, books, and anything not bolted down falling from the wall where the very wood began to crack and splinter. The few seconds felt as if they lasted a lifetime before they both let out triumphant roars of ecstasy into the other as they came.

The electric surge of absolute pleasure nearly left the werefox unconscious, but she somehow managed to hang on. She was dimly aware of her still-moving hips smashing into his face, his long hot tongue plunging into her tunnel as she spurt out a torrent of liquid onto the both of them. At the same time, she could feel his cock throb and beat like a drum in her mouth as he thrust into her hard but slow, his knot tapping her nose each time she felt a surge of werewolf cum erupt deep down her throat. The strong, salty, musky taste flooded her senses as it flooded her mouth, her cheeks bulging as he dumped more and more jizz into her than she could swallow even as she greedily took it down. The overwhelming flavor was unlike anything she had ever tasted, yet she instinctively knew she had to have it all, loving every rope that shot down her throat and filled her mouth its savory aroma. She sucked and slurped with all her might, downing mouthfuls of his seed, but it wasn't enough as more and more of the sticky substance poured out of her mouth onto the floor below to form a steadily growing pool. Her eyes nearly rolled to the back of head as she rode out her orgasm, only just able to suckle at his huge spewing member and lap at his bulbous knot, lost in the euphoric sensation of it all.

It took Becca quite a while to realize it was over when the time came. She blinked hard as she felt his warm dick dislodge itself from within her throat and slip out of her mouth, her vision focusing as she watched his only somewhat limp manhood drip a few last drops, his knot still swollen as ever. She shivered as he gave her pussy one final lick and pulled back, her crotch and his face both drenched with her liquids. They rested for a while, Becca lapping at the head of his dick as she caught her breath, licking his knob clean of any stray seed.

Like he had done previously, Terry suddenly turned her upright, placing her back on her own two feet. Becca stumbled a bit as she got used to holding her weight again, moaning as she felt the still-warm cum sloshing in her belly. She had barely anytime to enjoy the feeling as the werewolf turned her around and picked her back up off the ground in an instant, her back pressing into his chest, his hands holding her behind the knees. As she expected, he began to rub his girthy cock along her moist slit, each twitching as they teased one another. Becca sighed as she leaned her head back next to his, rubbing her muzzle against his while he licked her cheek in return, a rumbling growl growing in his chest.

Fumbling a bit, Terry placed the tip of his dick at her entrance and then shoved it in with a grunt. He was in and out of her quickly, thrusting hard and fast, spreading her already wet tunnel, and making her gasp and groan as he did so. Becca shuddered as his cock dipped deep inside of her pussy, sliding against her sensitive flesh again and again. She knew he was huge when she sucked him off, but to have his manhood inside her was to know just how massive he truly was, a good portion of his cock still outside of her even as his swollen head neared her end. Between his girth and the speed at which his shaft plowed into her twitching slit, it was almost painful for the werefox, but her body was able to accommodate him, doing everything it can to let his monster cock ravish her. On Terry's end, her pussy was amazingly tight, nearly too much soo, but he powered on without any hesitation, forcing her constricting walls aside as he plunged inside her. He forced his cock up into her relentlessly as he held her aloft, her voluptuous body bouncing and jiggling whenever he thrust into her; it gave him an idea. Becca gasped as she felt his hands leave the back of her knees and shift to grab her breasts, the werewolf immediately going to work and molding her supple tits in his hands, never missing a beat as he continued to push his cock into her dripping pussy. Becca closed her eyes and tilted her head back as she let it all wash over her, his strong hands playing with her boobs, rolling them around, squishing them here and there, flicking over her stiff nipples, all the while his bloated shaft split her in half and sent waves of pleasure through her shivering frame. Against such an onslaught, she found she was already at the edge again, the familiar building sensation coming from her quaking pussy. She let out a quavering howl, her hands latching onto his and pushing them deeper into her plump tits as she came once again. A torrent of her slippery fluids came spilling out of her and drenched his pumping cock, Becca nuzzling into Terry's cheek as he gave her such a wonderful orgasm.

"Ha . . . Yes! Yes!" she panted into his ear, barely able to speak as she climaxed. "Breed hard . . . give seed . . . make many kits!"

A deep growl reverberated through the large werewolf at her words, and Becca, even through the mind-dulling ecstasy, could feel his erect member suddenly jerk at the same moment. In the blink of an eye, Terry released her breasts and brought his hands behind her head, forcing her to look down as he shifted his stance. Before she could say anything, the werewolf began to thrust into her violently with a sharp bark, his hips smacking into her plump, furry ass, his cock launching up into her like a bolt out of the blue. Becca's intermittent moans were replaced by a scream of pure pleasure, watching through blurry eyes as his massive manhood penetrated her again and again. The new position allowed him to put every inch of his bulging cock inside her sopping pussy, pushing aside her tightest spaces even as they collapsed around him in ecstasy, reaching all the way to her trembling cervix. The werefox could hardly bear the wonderous sensation of his gargantuan dick as it nearly split her in two, his knot smashing into her vulva repeatedly and his heavy balls flapping through the air. Watching him enter her again and again drove her wild, taking her higher; the restless throbbing of his bloated shaft against her sensitive walls as it brushed them aside certainly helped. Becca could feel the pressure deep in her womanhood building again even as she came like a waterfall, her body shaking like a leaf as it grew nearer. Terry thrust into her faster than ever, somehow continuing to build speed and bashing his large knot into her belabored pussy even harder than before, shoving her again and again as he penetrated her. His breath was hot and heavy on her cheek as he grew close as well, his cock swelling inside her, veins bulging as more and more blood filled his excited shaft, ready to blow. Becca could feel him growing perfectly even as he shot in and out of her like a rocket, her mind filled only with the thought of the sheer volume of cum he dumped down her throat earlier and how much more he might shoot into her then. Her shuddering body grew limp as she neared release again still in the throes of her second orgasm, letting the werewolf have her wholly as he held her aloft and bred her to his heart's desire. He grit his teeth and growled lowly as he gave the last titanic thrusts, jostling her whole body each time his cock plunged into her and rubbed every little nook and cranny of her pussy until his head planted itself at her deepest point. With a terrible roar, he shoved his huge manhood inside her with everything he had, forced his swollen knot past her lips, and set it in place inside of her.

Becca's attempt to yell in complete rapture came out instead as a choking gasp as she climaxed once more, her pussy constricting Terry's fat cock and rock-hard knot like a vice grip. With such a tight hold of his manhood, she could feel every inch of him, each and every thick, pulsing vein from his head to his turgid knot, the resounding throbs that shook his entire manhood as it erupted deep inside her. Even as her eyesight grew dim, drool falling from her open mouth, her entire body shuddering in the throes of a mind-breaking orgasm, she was acutely aware of the deluge of cum shooting into her, the werewolf's cock pressing firmly into her cervix as it jerked and heaved an unbelievable amount of it deep within her. A ceaseless stream of his seed shot out of his spasming dick and into her womb, filling it to the brim in but a moment. Becca groaned as she felt his warm essence stuff her, the thick, viscous liquid resting heavily in her innermost sanctum; alongside his massive cock and knot, it gave her a sense of fullness that was absolutely sublime, like it was a part of her she had always been missing. Terry huffed and continued to push his hips softly into her fluffy bottom as his member shot more and more ropes of jizz into her, his shaft seizing as her uterus took all it could, the rest of his cum continuing to fill her trembling pussy. Her love tunnel had even less room to spare as it collapsed around his thick rod and too found itself filled to the brim in a matter of seconds with the throbbing erection showing no signs of slowing down. Terry's veiny knot refused to let even one drop of his seed leak out of her battered pussy. Nevertheless, his cock kept on dumping rope after rope of his werewolf seed into the werefox, and her pussy egged him on all the same, frantically squeezing his pulsing cock all over, doing anything it could to tease more of his life-giving cum out of him. It didn't take long for Becca to notice her womb beginning to swell with his excess jizz. With her head forced downward, she watched as her fuzzy belly began to bulge outwards, growing heavy with cum. It was almost unnoticeable at first, but it soon became apparent as more of more of his warm essence began to force its way into her expanding womb. Feeling herself become so stuffed with cum, watching as her belly jiggled as it grew and grew, knowing she was carrying such a obscene amount of his virile seed made her give out a weak, ragged moan as she peaked again, her body so wore out she could barely tremble despite the euphoria. Her eyes lost focus as they rolled to the back of her head from the overwhelming experience, her last sight her bloated cum-filled belly the size of very pregnant woman, a glimpse of her near future. Becca gave way to unconsciousness, the sensation of his throbbing cock, the reservoir of his seed inside her, and her own ecstasy her last.

Still thrusting weakly into her rump, his cock continuing to fire into her, it was a while before Terry noticed there werefox had passed out. He let out a long, deep sigh and stopped, his knot however still locked securely inside of her, keeping all of his seed buried safely inside the woman. He looked around her devastated home and saw an open door with a very soft looking bed beyond. Terry walked them both over a bit awkwardly, careful not to strain his member or drop the werefox. With another sigh, he lowered her and himself onto the comfy mattress, laying her on her side and pulling the thick blankets over them both. Terry growled happily as he snuggled up close to her and nuzzled her cheek, prompting her to hum contentedly in her sleep. He placed a hand on her engorged belly, running his clawed fingers gently through her silky fur as he rubbed her cum-filled tummy, his cock still pumping into her weakly. Entwined together, the werewolf soon followed her to sleep.

The morning sunlight woke the couple in the wee hours of the morning. They blinked in the soft light and sat up on the bed, yawning in unison. It was only then that Terry looked over and saw Becca stretching her arms above her head beside him, completely naked. He looked down at himself and saw he was nude as well.

"Oh!" he exclaimed, pulling the blankets back over his lower half and turning his gaze from her. "I—I, uh . . . what happened?"

Becca stopped stretching and looked over at Terry with a confused look then took a look at herself and the rest of the room.

"Huh," she remarked simply, absentmindedly scratching one of her ears. "When did you get back here, Terry?"

"I . . . I don't know!" he replied, turning to face her. He quickly realized she hadn't cared to cover herself, her ample breasts still visible. He tried to keep eye contact.

"Hmm," Becca hummed as she scratched her chin, her furry tail swishing against the bed as she thought. Her eyes brightened as she came up with an idea. "Y'know, I, like, pass out sometimes when there's a full moon. Maybe it, uh, rubbed off on you or something!"

As he listened to her speak, his hand touched his belt which had inexplicably stayed on his person. He ran his hand along it until he brushed against that strange purple charm he had found earlier. Everything suddenly clicked together in his mind.

"Yeah, that must be what happened," he said. "Pretty weird, haha."

"Totally."

Silence overtook the room. Terry looked to the side, rubbing the back of his head.

Should I leave?

Becca let out another loud yawn and pulled her legs over the bed, making to stand up.

"Whew, I totally need to get a bit—"

The zoologist let out a yelp as she fell to the floor. As quickly as he could, Terry shuffled over to her side of the bed and saw her lying on the floor, shaking her head. He reached down and helped pull her onto her shaking feet and back in bed. She blinked a few times and got back under the covers, laughing a bit.

"What happened?" he asked.

"My legs were sooo weak or something, I couldn't even stand!" she said with another yawn. "I'm like, still really tired . . . and kinda sore too."

Terry shuffled a bit where he sat beside her, feeling a dull ache in his limbs as well. A yawn of his own soon followed hers.

"Huh, me too."

"Oh, Oh!" Becca suddenly announced excitedly, bouncing up and down, making him forcibly keep himself from staring at her jiggling breasts. "How about we like, just sleep in today! You don't have anything to do, right?"

"Well . . ." he started, looking at her pleading smile, her tail wagging behind her. "I guess I don't."

"Yay!" she cried out, clapping her hands together. In a flash, she reached over to small table beside the headboard and grabbed The Guide to Critter Companionship and scooted right up against him. "Now you have time to it, and we can read it together! Rad!"

"Y—yeah," he responded a bit nervously as she pressed her warm, naked body into his and pulled the blankets up on them both. He cleared his throat and looked intently as she opened the book and started reading.

"Chapter 1: What is a critter?"

She turned the page, and the pair began a long day of reading and snuggling together, completely unaware of the bestial passion they shared the night before but unconsciously just as close that day as they were then. The effects of their wild romp didn't end there as multiple sparks of new life slumbered within the zoologist, soon to be known to the newfound couple in the following months. For sure, a huge change to their lives would find them both in due time, but, for now, they simply rested and read on.