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Thread: Kotep and Survivor in...I WAS A WERESLUT!

Tabitha panted, squirming in the sofa as she brought herself to another orgasm. Her eyes were fixed on the bikini-clad sluts going at each other in the porno she'd picked out, her whole attention focused on using her claws to squeeze out as much pleasure from her sweet slit as she could. Only after the climax had finished did she realize the knocking coming from the door, and remember that she was hungry for more than sex. She lapped her hand and her crotch clean, then pulled her shorts back up and slid over to the door. Rachael could see the flickering light of a TV behind the shades in the windows, and could faintly hear the noise coming from behind the door. Then, a few clicking footsteps and the door opened. The woman seemed to practically bulge out of the door. Deep, furry cleavage and a toned, creamy-furred stomach dominated her vision, and the rest of the hyena was just as immensely arousing. Oooh, the pizza! she squealed, wrapping her arms around Rachael and pulling her head in between her breasts. Her voice was a sultry purr without even trying, it seemed. Come on in, the money's like, in the living room, she told her, nearly dragging the pizza girl into the house. Everything smelled so strongly of sex, especially the hyena woman, and...oh god, what was that she was watching?
Thread: Kotep and Survivor in...I WAS A WERESLUT!

Rachael stood impatiently as she waited for the person to come to the door, tapping her foot on the door mat. Suddenly the door was pulled open and she froze in place. The first thing to hit her was the wall of sex - the air literally wreaked of it - she could almost taste it when she breathed. The orgasmic screams coming from the television were loud enough to echo off the house behind her, and the...figure that stood before her was impossible. Tall, furred, impossibly buxom...her form clad in shiny gold material that barely covered her body. Suddenly, with an airheaded squeal, the creature had crushed her against those massive breasts and dragged her inside, closing the door behind them. Her face nearly squeezed between the furred cleavage, the smell of sex invaded her nostrils, making her dizzy. The television showed the two writhing lesbians fingering each other and eating the other out. What the fuck was going on?
Thread: Kotep and Survivor in...I WAS A WERESLUT!

Tabitha took the pizza and the soda from her, setting both down on the coffee table. Mmm...ready to like, get paid? the ditzy hyena purred at the girl squeezed between her breasts. Rachael was pushed down onto the sofa on her back, lengthwise along the cushions. Tabitha straddled her, one foot on the cushions and one on the ground, unbuttoning her pants and tugging them down with her panties. Tabitha's padded fingers began to rub up and down the girl's folds, teasing her for only a second before diving into her tight pussy. Her other hand traveled behind her head and gripped her ponytail, giving a firm tug. When Rachael's mouth reflexively opened, she lowered herself down for the kiss. Their lips were locked tightly, her tongue sliding into her mouth, letting the young woman taste the hyena's own cum. Their chests pressed tightly together, Tabitha's nipples stiff beneath the tight top.
Thread: Kotep and Survivor in...I WAS A WERESLUT!

' Oh my god, oh my god... ' Rachael's mind was racing. This couldn't be real, it was impossible! But the soft, warm fur that she was smothering her, and the intoxicating scent of sex that burned in her brain were too vivid to be any sort of a dream. That ditzy, airheaded purr seemed to disarm her enough to where she didn't protest being pushed down onto the couch cushions. But as soon as she felt those clawed fingers undoing her pants and pulling them down with her underwear, she broke out of that trance. N-No! Let go! She stammered, before sucking in her breath as she felt those long, skilled fingers rub against her pussy before sinking themselves in up to the third knuckle. She cried out, both in fear and at the sudden lance of rapturous fire that ran up her spine. Oh god...the pleasure was immediate, hitting her brain like a sledgehammer. She thought getting raped was supposed to be disgusting, but her body instantly wanted this... Nnngh! She seized for a moment, before she felt long fingers closing around her ponytail and pulled back, sending pain jerking through her skull. She gasped in pain, only to feel hot, sweet lips pressing tightly against hers. She struggled underneath the creature's body, that sugar-sweet taste overwhelming her tastebuds, feeling those firm breasts rubbing against her body. She trembled her heart racing, as her eyes started to roll back, her hips twitching against those fingers.
Thread: Kotep and Survivor in...I WAS A WERESLUT!

Tabitha absolutely loved the feel of the surprised, frightened girl beneath her slowly succumbing to the pleasure she was giving her. Her rough, flat tongue moved around expertly inside Rachael's mouth, almost seeming to claim it as her own like an animal marking its territory. Her large, clawed and padded fingers pumped into the girl's pussy without regard for her comfort, just focused on bringing the most pleasure possible, as quickly as possible. Her other hand slipped between her legs, digging into her own pussy until it was slick and wet with her fluids, then bringing it up to Rachael's mouth, making her slurp the sweet juices off of her fingers. All the whole, she growled excitedly, rocking her breasts against Rachael's chest.
Thread: Kotep and Survivor in...I WAS A WERESLUT!

Rachael's tongue danced against the dog-like one that was stuffed inside her mouth, her body no longer listening to the protests her mind was making. Every touch she made lit up her nerves like a lightning strike, her pussy becoming wet in seconds, her nipples stiff behind her bra. Those pads on her hands rubbed against her clit, while those fingers expertly found her G-spot. Nnnoh Goood... She moaned into those hot lips, feeling the heat spreading from her pussy to all over her body, her hips gyrating up harder against those pumping fingers. Suddenly, the creature's lips were pulled away, making her gasp and almost whine for more. Instead, she found two fingers - soaked in cum - forced into her mouth. Instead of the taste she was expecting, the fluid was...sweet. Painfully, additively sweet. She suckled the creature's fingers, gasping as she craved more. It only made that heat spike even more, and her skin felt as though it were crawling. Unseen by her, her pupils began to narrow into feline slits. Her thoughts were clouding...like...she couldn't focus on anything but this creature and the feelings she was giving her.
Thread: Kotep and Survivor in...I WAS A WERESLUT!

She hadn't expected Rachael to love her cum so much, but was more than happy to oblige her. She dipped her fingers into her slit again, then shoved the thick, milky fluids into the girl's mouth. All the while, her other hand kept its bold, forceful movements inside of Rachael's slit, thrusting against her walls roughly, spreading her wide open and digging her claws down into her sensitive depths. To the young woman, this was ecstasy, but to Tabitha, it felt like what she was born to do fuck like there was no tomorrow. With Rachael's mouth free for a moment, Tabitha moved in again for a sloppy kiss, eager to get a taste of her own cum. Once she was satisfied, she returned her slicked fingers to the girl's lips, turning her tongue to her neck and to her breasts, tearing her shirt off and snapping her bra in two.
Thread: Kotep and Survivor in...I WAS A WERESLUT!

She panted and moaned, bucking shamelessly against those talented fingers, her skin glistening with sweat. Her shirt started to feel a little too tight, as though her chest were bigger...like, wouldn't that be something? Those body wouldn't be able to resist her with bigger boobs...and a sexy body. Her skin was slowly tightening and clearing, as if though her weight was shifting to her breasts, hips, and ass. Although she was too delirious to notice the changes her body was undergoing. She suckled that sweet fluid from Tabitha's fingers as though she needed it to live. She tensed, her body seizing for a moment as she cried out, spurting over Tabitha's fingers. She was starting to put out the scent of a wereslut as well, tufts of orange fur, laced with black stripes starting to appear on her bare flesh. Her boobs were getting bigger, and oh God they felt so good. Her mouth was slowly starting to push out into a muzzle, and she fiercely kissed Tabitha back, panting furiously, battling her tongue for dominance. When Tabitha tore open her uniform and bra, she almost climaxed again as they bounced free, covered in soft, creamy white fur. She was becoming a tiger wereslut, the changes irreversible. She giggled, and airheaded, bimbo-like giggle, before moaning again, her own fingers trying to find Tabitha's slit to pleasure.
Thread: Kotep and Survivor in...I WAS A WERESLUT!

Tabitha sniffed the air and giggled excitedly as she smelled the new wereslut's scent. Her head and one of her hands went to her new, heavy breasts, wrapping fingers and lips around her nipples, squeezing and sucking eagerly. Not too much, though--they still had a pizza and soda to eat, after all. Rachael's fingers disappeared into Tabitha's slit with a wet slurp, immediately pulled in by the hyena's eager folds. She yipped happily and began to buck her hips against the new intrusion, while at the same time her own fingers curled and thrust in the new tigress's pussy, hoping to make her feel the strength of a wereslut's orgasm.
Thread: [ jeshire + Marcuss ]

Shutting the french door behind her with a heavy sigh, Renee stood there for a good minute with her hands on the handles. Behind her was a ballroom full of dancers, drunks, gentlemen, whores although not quite literally, lechers and every type of person you could imagine would come to a social event as large as this. It was utterly exhausting to keep up with the liveliness of the crowd. Always drinking and dancing and talking and drinking and eating... It took her another few minutes until her head stopped spinning. When it finally did, the young lady took another deep breath and pat down her hair, carefully making sure that her amber locks had stayed in place despite all the movement inside the manor. The little balcony she stumbled out onto was... well, little. But the night air was cool and there was a little breeze, so it suit her just perfect. Attending these kinds of events had always been a part of her social life being the second daughter of a duke meant going to balls was mandatory. Night after night, she was forced into elegant, breath catching gowns breath catching quite literally it's terribly hard to do much in a corset if it's tightened too much, her hair teased and pulled into beautiful updos, her feet put in shoes that'd make it hurt to walk for days. Going over to the stone railing, she rested her hands on the edge and looked out over the courtyard, relatively deep in thought. Things could be worse, she mused. The parties weren't that bad, after all... Just very, very exhausting.
Thread: [ jeshire + Marcuss ]

Micheal stood outside of the manor while the dark eyes looked upon the building and the look upon his face showed he was rather displeased with having to be here. Long dark hair hung past his shoulders , a bit unkempt as it framed his sharp angled features that offered with the lines around his eyes added to the very predator look. Calloused fingers scratched upon what seemed to be a permanent five o clock shadow. The over all effect giving him a very animal look to him, almost wolfish. His clothing held the latest fashion in wrinkles , though the dark pants and overcoat seemed to fit him well. Of a medium biuld he moved with an unnatural grace as he made his way in handing the invitation. He had inadvertently saved the Duke from some brigands a week past though unknown to the man they were actually werewolves. The Gangrel was part of an elite group of his clan. The Dog Handlers , they hunted and more often then not killed the lycans that roamed their territories, Generally their life spans were short is boots shined up though he ran a hand threw his hair as he was announced Sir Micheal Wolfsbane He had to think of a last night on the fly and that had been the first thing that came to mind. As he entered the ball room He noted a few of his Elders here as well. He took a purposeful sigh as he made his way into the room
Thread: [ jeshire + Marcuss ]

Having taken enough time away to recover from the overbearing crowds, Renee stepped back into the ballroom just before the newest guest was announced. She mused on the name for a fleeting moment being the daughter of a duke, names were fairly important and needed to be remembered before melding into the crowd and pushing her way towards the entrance of the hall. When she reached the front, she skirted over to the refreshments table, gingerly plucking a glass of champagne up to sip on. After dusting a stray curl from her face and glancing over the crowd, she began to look for familiar faces from behind the edge of her glass. Occasionally, she moved to the other side of the room and met with others, sharing brief and sparing conversations. As she was inevitably asked for a dance, Renee declined politely and moved on. Eventually, her eyes came across a face she didn't really recognize. As far as first impressions went, he didn't look very impressive -- almost somewhat resembling the drunkards from the bars that her family sometimes passed on the way home from the theater or a ball. Without really realizing it, Renee began to stare intently at him, considering who he was and what he was doing here even after she'd downed the last of her champagne, she continued to sip at it, her curious blue gaze focused on the... rough looking gentleman.
Thread: [ jeshire + Marcuss ]

The white shirt though clean to was wrinkled with a few buttons undone. He had forgone the hat, such a silly thing. The crowd seemed to move for him, finding a clear path around feeling eyes upon him which would only cause him to grin. Such sheep and well food though his tastes tend to be a bit more refined then just taking a bite from the average person. His eyes seemed to catch every detail of the room and its occupants for the moment though he was focused upon at least saying hello to the host no reason to be rude, well if he was he would catch flack for it and he had enough from his last mission to last him at least a few months. He stopped waiting for the conversation to end as he was glad to he didn't need to breath for he stench of things around him he could only imagine. Some pleasantries and thanks once more from the duke which brought a smile to the elders that were here . Micheal merely nodded as he duke offered pretty much under the sun After the polite time Micheal excused himself as he wasn't a fan of crowed places and around the duke it seemed to be overbearing. Once more he slipped threw the crowd and found his way soon to the bar. A glass of champagne more for looks and effects as he really had no desire to try and stomach he leaned up against the wood watching the room though feeling the eyes of the girl upon him still for the moment he choose to ignore her , curious to see how bold she was
Thread: [ jeshire + Marcuss ]

Well, he had been invited, she figured. After seeing him speak with her father, Renee abandoned all theories that he somehow managed to wander in. He was prestigious enough to get an invitation. His choice of presentation just... left something to be desired. Her eyes followed him for quite a while apparently, his appearance alone was fascinating enough to her that it could keep her occupied for some time. At last, though, an older gentleman interrupted her almost trance-like state. Once she'd shooed him away politely, the young woman noticed that her drink had disappeared. Her eyes flickered back to the man from before and darted back to her glass again. He hadn't looked at her yet, so that meant he hadn't noticed her staring. Letting that be the logic to squash a slight shy spell, Renee brushed at her skirt habitually and walked over to the bar to dispose of her glass and fetch another one. She didn't immediately move away, though. Instead, she decided to linger about, never more than fifteen paces away from the gentleman, for no supposed reason other than she had no better place to be. Occasionally, she glanced over at him and looked away just as quickly, yet when the next man came up to ask for a dance, Renee hesitantly agreed and was escorted onto the dance floor shortly, but not without one more quick glance.
Thread: [ jeshire + Marcuss ]

Never did he really touch the drink as he observed the room and feel the eyes upon him. He to watched her as she walked around , her scent that seemed different then those around . That alone caught his interest but as where most would have stumbled over to the girl and stammered the usual question to dance , That wasn't him, he preferred watch his prey for a while first. Yes that is what she had become , for she would be his payment for saving her father. In that thought is when his half roguish smile came to his rugged face watching as she had made her way back over to the bar . He noticed she was trying not to be shy, and such innocence seemed to get his pallet watering.. Ok well in theory. She seemed to be waiting for him to notice her it seemed for now as she hung t the bar she seemed to be wanting him to ask her, for her to find out who he was. He knew that compared to many other here he was not the best dressed, or the richest again that thought caused him to chuckle. Still as he looked at the others he did not feel threatened by any other male. Finally as he notice she had finally accepted a dance he pushed himself off the bar leaving the untouched champagne the heavy boots sounded upon the floor as he floated over the dance floor to where the girl and her young escort danced. Looking at the lad with his hard eyes Why don't you take a rain check lad, For she is dancing and your not His deep voice did not really leave room for argument from the Kid which he seemed to relinquish Renee to the tall dark man. Evening M'lady he gave her a bow , if anything he had manners , and he stepped forward to lead her in the dance
Thread: [ jeshire + Marcuss ]

For the one minute she'd spent dancing with the young man, she let the thought of the rough gentleman leave her mind -- and, as luck would have it, the moment she stopped dwelling on him, he came up to interrupt their dance. Renee startled at first, not expecting the deep voice to scare her partner away. She at first assumed it was some strong-headed dandy that assumed she would want nothing more in the world to dance with him and him alone the young lady just about remarked on the rudeness, but her words died in her throat when she saw who it was. Immediately, her face flustered a healthy, charming pink, and she became distracted enough with trying to hide her embarrassment to not notice her previous partner had fled the scene quite quickly. Good evening, sir, she hastily responded, dipping into a quick but elegant little curtsy for him. Letting her blue eyes hurriedly scan the floor to see if anyone was watching the two closely, Renee smoothed out a tiny wrinkle in her dress and poised herself for him, one hand aloft for him to take while the other lightly rested itself on his lower shoulder. The woman took a slight breath to calm the erratic flutter of her heart before they began to dance, blending into the dance floor with the other couples. Perhaps it had been because she had been staring at him for the past ten minutes, or because she fancied the allure of dancing with a man who seemed so different from the normal ball goer, but Renee's heart beat somewhere in her throat, pace strong and quickened. She continually looked up at him, daring glances in his eyes and just as soon shying away and looking at his shoulder instead. After a little bit of time, though, she managed to swallow and calm herself enough to say quite daringly to her own surprise, I was hoping that you might ask for a dance...
Thread: [ jeshire + Marcuss ]

It wasn't hard to noticed the surprise when she realized it was him, how she went from words upon the tip of her tongue to the sudden rise of her beating heart. He could smell it , hear it pounding as if trying to leave her breast. His lopsided smile spoke of confidence and of a surety of his actions He listened to her eloquence as she spoke. His eyes noted how she smoothed out her dress as if to make herself pristine for him. Which as she took his hands and he started to lead her he had to wonder what a sight they were. One thing she might notice is that his touch was cooler then what one would expect, also she would notice to his tone seemed paler then what was normal as well. His steps were light while he moved her around the floor , seeming to be perfectly aware of all of his surroundings. It was finally she spoke to him once more and as her soft voice seemed to almot whisper in his ear he grinned Well Lady how could I not after how long you were looking at me. His darks hues moved to her eyes as he pulled her slightly closer to him Do you often stare at guests ? His deep voice seemed well controlled as he turned them around moving with the music or am i a fancy that seems to have caught your eye M'lady His lips brushed the edge of her ear followed by the cool feel of his breath Then again it isn't often I get such a long stare from such a beautiful female
Thread: [ jeshire + Marcuss ]

While Renee had noticed that the man was paler than most others which she gave little critical thought to, she disregarded his cool hands simply as herself being a little hotter than normal she had been blushing more than she normally tried to in the past few minutes, after all. Besides, she was too preoccupied with being as graceful as she could to match his almost effortless leading. Upon realizing the supposedly natural ability of his to dance wonderfully, Renee straightened her spine as much as she could in the corset, that is and drew herself up, briefly reminded of difficult dancing lessons as a younger girl. Predictably, when the man mentioned her staring, the duke's daughter flushed deeply and attempted to look away in embarrassment - but found herself entirely unable to when his eyes caught and held hers. Her heart fluttered when he pulled her closer, her expression nothing short of complete entrancement with a hint of shy curiosity. Oh, well, that... she started, trailing off as she finally glanced away, a sheepish but rather wide smile on her face. Renee had forgotten for a moment that they were still dancing. Swiftly returning to the present, her eyes returned to his face just before he spoke again, making her heart jump once again, butterflies filling her stomach. She wobbled on her legs but recovered quickly, her hand holding his a little tighter while she somehow corrected herself. Her face had lightened up before turning red again, per his words. I -- Ah, she stammered, trying to pause to collect her thoughts with a delicate, soft laugh. I can't deny that there is something magnetic about your appearance, sir. Do forgive me if my 'appreciation from afar' bothered you.