Chapter 1 - Big Bad Wolf

Well, life got pretty busy for a while. I'm not sure if and when I'm going to continue my ongoing stories, but at least I managed to write a chapter or two of this seasonal story. Chapter 2 and maybe one more to come soon.

Eric looked through the open door of the house, taking in the living room full of costumed college students.

"See, there are plenty of people here already."

His friend Mandy nodded, making the red horns on het headband wobble.

"I guess I was just nervous," she answered. "I just don't know anyone here yet, so I was afraid of turning up to early and making a bad impression, I guess."

She took a deep breath and turned to face him, taking off her coat.

"Do I look OK?"

Eric looked her up and down. She was wearing the devil girl costume she had picked out. It was a little more revealing than she was usually comfortable with, and that showed by the way she shifted in place.

There was a headband with a pair of red plastic horns in her wavy black hair, and she was wearing a red corset-like top, with a fairly short black skirt over fishnet stockings. Her arms were covered in elbow-length black lace gloves. The shoes where her own, her tallest pair of black high heels, and she was carrying a short red plastic trident.

"You look fine, don't worry. If there's ever a time to get out of your comfort zone it's Halloween. Take the chance to wear something a little more revealing!"

Mandy crossed her arms and harrumphed, but she smiled as well.

"*You're* not wearing anything revealing," she said.

Eric looked down at the fur-covered shirt and pants he was wearing.

"Yeah, OK, that's true. These are pretty tight, though," he added, tugging at the waistband and feeling the pants shift against his crotch. "And I'm pretty sure this thing was originally designed for something kinky," he added.

He indicated the muzzle-like mask hanging from his neck, then touched the furry dog-like ears on his own headband. He had been a little late getting his costume, and though this one, marked "Big Bad Wolf" wasn't bad it he would not have picked it if there had been more choices left. At least it was well-made, even if the pants were a little uncomfortable.

He smiled at his friend again and lifted the mask, buckling the last strap.

"Come on, let's grab a drink and look around."

He held out his arm and Mandy took it and let him lead her into the house.

They made their way to a table at the back of the room filled with snacks, cups and a bowl of punch with plastic eyeballs floating in it, and Mandy leaned back against the table while Eric filled some cups.

"That store in the mall is very popular," she observed. "I've seen a lot of the costumes people are wearing here."

"They had a lot of good deals there," Eric replied. His voice as a little muffled, but the muzzle was well-designed and he was understandable, though he would need to drink through a straw. "And the quality is pretty good."

Mandy took the cup he offered her and hummed in agreement.

"This is pretty good," she said, after taking a sip. "Come on, let's mingle."

***

A while later they had split up, Eric had danced a little, and now found himself talking to a short, athletic blonde girl dressed as a knight. Her name was Jenny and he was pretty sure they had the same Economics 101 class. In any case, the way she gestured animatedly as she told him about the way her last tournament had gone -- she played tennis competitively -- was pretty endearing. When she finished her explanation, she caught his arm and steered him toward the punch bowl.

"Come on, let's get another drink and then we can see if we can find somewhere a little less loud. I'm having to talk way too loud!"

Eric agreed, and so a few minutes later they found themselves on the second floor of the house, in an unoccupied room with a tattered couch and a TV where the music and the sound of lots of people packed together was not as overwhelming.

"A little less about me now, I should think," Jenny said with a smile as she sat down on the couch.

"I liked hearing you talk about what you do," Eric assured her, taking a seat next to her. "You're very expressive when you're enthusiastic."

The light was poor, but he thought Jenny might have blushed a little, though it was hard to tell in the dimply-lit room.

"No, really," she insisted. "Tell me about yourself. Like, do you play any sports?"

"I run pretty regularly, but nothing competitive of organized." He shrugged. "I like the way I can zone out while I'm running, but mostly it's just to keep in shape."

Jenny shifted position and nudged his knee with her own.

"Well, your costume covers a lot, but it looks like you are in pretty good shape."

"Thanks." Eric was happy that the costume's muzzle covered most of his face, because he was pretty sure that now it was his turn to blush.

The music faltered for a second, and then started again with a burst of static and a deep thrumming sound.

"We're about done talking about sports, aren't we?" Jenny said. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand. "It's hot in here, isn't it? I was hoping it would be a little cooler once we were out of the crowd, but I guess all the heat just rises."

Eric nodded. His costume wasn't cool in any case, but it only seemed to be getting hotter. The edges of the mask felt like they were sticking to his cheeks, and the pants were starting to feel as if they were glued to is legs.

"Guess so." He cast about for a topic to keep the conversation going. "So, how are you enjoying the college life? Got any favorite classes yet?"

Jenny let herself fall back against the couch with a clatter of plastic armor.

"*Not* Econ 101," she said, with feeling. She looked at him sideways. "I know it's the class we share, but Timmons is just bad at explaining things. Probably Linear Algebra. I've always been pretty good at math, and that class is just clicking with me. How about you?"

Eric was finding it hard to concentrate. Jenny's knee was still pressed against his, and he was really getting hot now. His shirt was also starting to feel like it was stuck to his torso. He breathed in deeply, the sound amplified by his mask, and tried to put his thoughts in order.

"Math was never really my thing, but I'm really liking my American Lit teacher."

"Oh, who do you have for that?" She paused, then tilted her head an looked at him intensely. "Hey, I didn't notice earlier, but in this light... Are you wearing those special contacts? You know, to make it look like you have animal eyes?" She reached out and put a hand on his arm. "They look really good with that costume."

"Er... No, that must just be a trick of the light."

He blinked. The sounds of voices from below seemed suddenly louder, and he felt his ears twitch as he heard a feminine gasp from further down the hall. He looked at Jenny again. He was pretty sure the clothing under her plastic breastplate had been red, but now it just looked sort of washed out and greyish.

"Huh, weird," Jenny said, talking slower than she had been. She licked her lips.

Her hand, which was still on his arm, squeezed his bicep.

"You are in pretty good shape," she said, still looking into his eyes. Her own pupils were wide and dark.

"I- Er... I try," Eric stammered. His voice sounded rough to his own ears, and it seemed deeper than usual.

There was a scent in the air. He wasn't sure what it was, but he liked it.

"You know..." Jenny began, shifting closer, "that mask is looking really realistic. You picked a good costume. Mine isn't bad, but this breastplate is really pretty uncomfortable."

Eric hesitated for a second. He was hot, the music and voices seemed to be pressing on his ears and
 his thoughts seemed to be running very slowly, but he could catch a hint. He put a hand on her knee where it touched his own, and was amazed at the way his gloves' claws seemed to transmit the touch to his fingertips.

"You could always take it off for a bit," he rumbled, feeling much bolder than normal.

"I guess," she replied. Her cheeks darkened, but she didn't look away. "I can't really reach the buckles on my back very well, though. Help me?" she added, coyly.

Eric hesitated again, but the heat in his body and the enticing scent in the air helped him make up his mind. He leaned toward her, reaching around her with both hands and feeling around for the straps. Jenny's hand moved from his arm to his chest, ruffling the fur of his costume.

"Oh, this feels nice," she murmured, turning her hands over his chest.

Eric's fingers felt clumsy as they fumbled with the straps of the breastplate. He put his head on her shoulder to look down her back, taking the opportunity to lick along the side of her neck and making her shiver. She moaned.

After a few more tries at the straps, during which Jenny hands had slowly drifted down to his stomach, Eric growled in frustration and pulled at them with his claws. The snapped with little effort, and the halves of the breastplate came away easily, and he leaned back, letting them drop aside and leaving her in only a simple white shirt.

She looked at him, panting, then grinned. "What's this I feel?"

During their shifting of position, her leg had ended up on the couch, her knee pressed against his crotch. He could feel the pressure there, against the throbbing bulge. Her hands lowered further.

"We should see if we can get you out of- *What the fuck!*"

She stared, wide-eyed, and Eric followed her gaze. There, sticking out of the bushy fur at his crotch, was a fur-covered sheath, the tip of a red, fleshy shaft just starting to peek out.

Eric's brow furrowed. There was indeed something strange going on, but his hazy mind was unable to focus enough to figure out what. Then the scent -- Jenny's scent -- caught his attention again and he decided it wasn't important. He gripped her hips and leaned in again, giving another lick along her throat, his tongue poking out between the sharp teeth in his muzzle.

"Ooh!" Jenny moaned. "But- something..." she trailed off, her hands running over the muscles of his stomach.

"Not important," Eric rumbled, and nipped at the point where her neck met her shoulder. "Want you!"

"No, really... This is-" her hand dropped further, falling on his emerging shaft and gripping it automatically. It twitched under her touch. "Fuck," she moaned. "What the hell. I don't know what's going on, but I want you too!"

Eric didn't need to be told twice. In a moment, his hands were at her boobs, pawing at them roughly through the thin shirt. His mouth found hers quickly. He licked along her lips until she opened them with a gasp, and then he kissed her deeply despite the awkward shape of his mouth.

One of her arms wrapped around his head, holding him close, while the other tightened its grip on his shaft, stroking it awkwardly between their bodies and coaxing it further out of its sheath.

As their kiss continued, they groped each other all over. Jenny's clothes quickly became a hindrance, and with another application of Eric's claws the armor on her arms and legs soon clattered too the floor, leaving her in only her shirt and jeans. Jenny broke the kiss and whipped her shirt off. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her small, firm breast stood out proudly the hard pink nipples immediately drawing Eric's attention. He nipped at one with sharp teeth, careful not to break the skin, then switched to the other and gave it a long lick.

Jenny shuddered and pulled is head closer while her grip on his length tightened almost painfully as she continued to stroke it. Eric closed is eyes and concentrated on Jenny, on the taste of her skin, the scent of her, and on the breathy moans that escaped her. He was aware that the music from the floor below had stopped, and the sound of voices talking had given way to moans, hard breathing, the slap of skin on skin and other sounds of ecstasy, but he paid that no mind while he had this eager girl in front of him.

It was only a short time before his efforts on her breasts were no longer enough and her hand tightened at the scruff of fur on his neck, pulling him gently but insistently away. He acquiesced with a whine that only increased once her other hand left his shaft.

When they were far enough apart to look each other in the eyes again, Jenny held his gaze for a second, her pupils blown and her chest heaving with panting breaths. Then she looked down. Eric followed her gaze. He was aware that his body had changed, somehow, though he couldn't really bring himself to care at the moment, but now he had the first good look at his new cock. It was a reddish color, bulging at the base and in the middle, and came to a pointed tip. Also, it was way bigger than usual: it reached at least ten inches straight up from its fur-covered sheath, and was almost as thick as Jenny's forearm at the thickest point.

"I- I have no idea what's going on or how you've changed like this," she breathed, "but that thing feels way too good even with just my hand. Lie back and let met at it!"

She pushed against his chest with a hand coated in slick whitish pre-cum, and though Eric had slowly been losing his capacity for rational thought he still understood enough to know that that was an order he wanted to follow. He let himself fall back, his head landing on the armrest of the couch as his back settled against the seat. One of his legs -- now ending in a digitigrade paw -- ended up hanging off the side, the other pressed against the backrest next, while his tail -- because the tail that had belonged to his costume was very much real now -- waving back and forth in excitement across the seats cushion.

Jenny looked him over for a few moments, taking in his changed body as she breather heavily. She shook her head slowly, but her eyes remained locked on the thick red shaft not sticking up from between his legs.

"Well... you're naked," she said slowly. "I guess I should be too."

She stood and quickly kicked off her sneakers, then hastily wiggled out of her jeans and underwear all at once, flinging them away.

Within seconds, she was back on the couch in between his legs. Her hands were on his thighs immediately.

"Weird..." she breathed, as the crept inward.

Then she leaned inward. One hand found his furry sack, cupping one ball and then the other. Since the change that had come over him, they were too big for her to hold both at a time in one hand. The other hand gripped his shaft at the thicker part near the base, holding it upright as she bent down. She paused a mere inch away from the pointed tip.

"Well, here goes nothing," she commented, her hot breath caressing the fluid-covered length.

Then she closed the distance, her lips parting to take him into her mouth, her tongue meeting the tip and immediately swirling around it. He felt his cock jump in her mouth, but with an indignant hum she closed her lips and tightened her grip to hold him in place. She moaned, and her lower body dropped further until he felt wetness on his tail as her dripping cunt made contact.

Eric waved his tail back and forth under Jenny, prompting her to lower herself further and to take as much of she could of his throbbing cock into her mouth. She only got about halfway, but that was already more than her would have expected. She coughed and almost chocked as the tip almost entered her throat, but she didn't back off. She took a few deliberate breaths through her nose, then began to move, bathing his length with her tongue and gripping it tightly with her lips, every little movement setting off sparks of pleasure in his the sensitized flesh.

It was only the last remnant of Eric's consideration and self control that stopped him from thrusting his hips upwards and plunging his cock all the way into her throat. Instead, he focused on moving his tail just so to brush the soft fur along her slick folds. She moaned with pleasure and set off another series of jolts through his cock with the vibration.

After half a minute she couldn't hold the position any longer and pulled back, dragging her wet lips and tongue along his sensitive length until she released it with a gasp.

"That," she gasped hoarsely, "is one great dick."

She only took a second to catch her breath, then dove back in. This time she didn't try to keep his cock down for long but instead set to bobbing her head up and down, covering every inch of it that she could reach with her tongue and sucking on the tip on every upward movement. She started slow, but soon, encouraged by the movement of his tail, she started moving faster, drooling all over his balls as she pounded the back of her throat with his meat. Her hand caressed his balls one by one, rolling them around and feeling the weight of them.

Eric's breathing turned to rhythmic growls as the girl face-fucked herself on his cock, his pleasure building steadily. He put his hands on her shoulders to encourage her. His clawed fingertips leaving dimples in the pale skin, which only made her move faster.

He was close to reaching the point of no return when the girl shuddered, dropped down onto his tail, and went rigid as her pussy soaked his fur with a sudden gush of extra juices. She choked as her control failed and she fell forward further than she had intended and Eric's thick length twitched as he shot a generous jet of pre-cum straight down her throat. That made her let out another moan.

Her breathing was harsh, but she gave no sign of wanting to move again as her body went trough an extended climax. Eric gave her a minute, but then his patience ran out. He wanted more.

With a growl, he sat up straight and lifted her off his cock, leaving a string of drool and pre-cum to run down her chins as she looked up at him glassy-eyed. He pulled his tail out from under her, making her shudder again, and pushed her onto her back. Her new position clearly revealed her state: the smudged makeup, the line of fluids running down her chin and covering her chest, and the copious juices coating her swollen pussy.

Eric couldn't have resisted it even if he had wanted to. The scent of her filled his mind, and he was ready to take his own pleasure; she had clearly had an orgasm, so now it was his turn.

He leaned over her, putting his hands on either side of her head and pressing his furry chest against her naked body. Her eyes cleared a little just as he shifted his hips back and forth, the tip of his cock questing for the spot he wanted.

"Oh wow..." she panted, her hands landing on his back and combing through the fur, "That- so good- Maybe- slow- pretty big? AH!"

Her words turned into a gasp as he finally found his mark and thrust forward, the pointed shape of his cock letting him slide half its length inside at once. Her tight walls clamped down tightly as her breathing faltered, but the expression on her face didn't seem to show any pain, so Eric didn't see any need to pause or slow down much.

He pushed in further, feeling her body alternately go rigid and relax as he worked his cock into her tight pussy, loving the feeling of her slick insides gripping him. When he finally bottomed out inside her he let out a long, low growl and looked down at her, taking in the way her eyes were closed in concentration and her hair stuck to her forehead with perspiration.

When he didn't move for a few moments, her eyes opened again. She looked up at him and said, sounding strained, "That's... a lot." She wiggled her hips slowly. "But... Start moving now?" she asked, flushing even darker.

That final encouragement set him to moving again, and her pulled out slowly, feeling her cunt reluctantly let go of his shaft as little tremors ran up her body. When he was most of the way out he paused again for a second, then thrust back inside, making her moan and close her eyes again.

The sight of her open mouth pulled him in again for another kiss. His tongue played roughly against hers and his teeth caught on her lips as his thrusting hips slowly increased in speed until he found his rhythm. Her pussy was still very tight even as he felt her juices cover him, drip down between her thighs and cover the fur on his balls as they slapped against her with every thrust.

Soon she was moaning and panting with every stroke, her breath hot against him even as she tried not entirely to give up under the assault of his tongue and wrestle against it with her own. Eric realized he was growling almost continuously now, a low rumble in his chest as he pressed against her and covered her body with his own.

Even in his diminished capacity for thought he knew that he wasn't not going to lost very long. She had gotten him plenty worked up with her mouth already, and the feeling of her body under him, her mouth on his, the way her hands gripped the fur on his back as she held him close, and of course the rippling of her tight opening around his cock were all rapidly increasing his excitement.

He felt his climax get closer, and he lost what control he had had. He struggled to keep to a rhythm as his hips sped up almost without conscious thought from his mind. His hands were on her upper arms, pinning her to the couch, and he soon lost the ability to concentrate on kissing her and dropped his face to the couch next to the girl's as room filled with sounds of flesh on flesh, muffled by his fur, with that of his growls and her moans, and with the creak of the couch under their weight and his exertions.

When Jenny screamed under him, her inner walls tightening spasmodically around his pounding cock, it was too much for him. He lost all rhythm and simply started pounding her as hard an as fast as he could. He screamed turned into an extended moan that trailed off as she spend all the air she had. It was only a minute or so until his own pleasure reached a crest, and finally his climax rolled over him. He roared, and clamped his claws on her shoulder, only barely managing to keep himself from breaking the skin. Then he stiffened, thrusting completely into her, including the rapidly growing swelling at the base of his cock, and he felt his balls tighten as he filled her to bursting with spurt after spurt of his cum.

They held still like that for what felt like forever, locked together in their mutual throes of passion, until his arms suddenly weakened and he collapsed on top of her with a deep groan. He couldn't move, feeling utterly spend, and the same must be true for the girl under him, since she only let out a pleased groan while she trembled under his weight.

He felt his still-rigid cock throb with every beat of his heart, pumping the last few drops of his cum into her while the knot at the base kept him locked in place, letting none of it escape her clenching cunt.

Finally, after many minutes, the ability to move slowly returned to him. His cock slowly softened, and with a great effort he rolled off her letting out a groan as his still-sensitive length popped out of her. A torrent of cum gushed out of her onto the couch as he barely caught himself with one hand and avoided hitting the floor.

He blinked, once or twice, and slowly and unsteadily came to his feet.

He looked down at Jenny. She was sprawled out on the couch, one arm and a leg hanging off the side. Her cunt was pink and splayed open, and his whitish cum was still slowly leaking out and staining the couch. The tops of her breasts were flushed, bringing out hints of freckles. Her face was covered in his saliva and the remains of his precum, and her eyes were rolled back in her head. She twitched occasionally, and her breathing was uneven, but every exhalation was almost a moan.

Eric still wasn't up to much coherent thought as he looked down at himself. Whatever transformation had happened to him, he wasn't sure how long it was going to last. His ears twitched as he again became aware of the sounds from the other parts of the house. They were mostly moans, groans, hard breathing, and other sounds of passion. He sniffed. Though the room was filled with her scent, and the scents of their passion, he could still detected the excitement coming in through the crack around the door.

He touched a paw-like hand to the length of his cock. It had gone down a lot, but it was still semi-hard and out of its sheath. With one last look at the girl, he moved toward the door. There must be others out there he could try his luck with. He would come back to her later, when she was more aware again. And possibly up for another round.

