Well that explains why she didn't want me to go into the bedroom, he thought.  He was expecting something, but he wasn't expecting this.

"Spirou! Please don't look at me! I'm hideous!"

Seccotine said this with her now hairy or furry arms and paws covering her face. Popping out of her blonde hair, still in a ponytail, were two giant, also blonde wolf-like ears. From those and the long softly swirling tail behind her, Spirou had a good idea of what was going on. He had definitely seen some shit, but this was a new one for him. 'Not every day you find out your girlfriend is a werewolf, for sure.

The redhead wasn't quite sure how to react. First he was shocked, understandably. The expectation of seeing a slender blonde lady and instead receiving the sight of something humanoid but not totally human would shock anyone. Then there was the relief that the crying he heard on the other side of the door wasn't from something that required calling an ambulance. Then the frustration at Seccotine not disclosing at some point during the previous month that she was a lycanthrope surfaced, and then the feeling like shit for realizing maybe there was a reason she didn't want to reveal that particular secret developed... The final reaction was the one that genuinely embarrassed him, however. As much as he hated to admit it he was feeling kinda turned on from the whole situation.

Precisely when it began he had no idea. Like many things it probably just began. His earliest memories were of him as a child pretending to be a squirrel. He had to be sure that his friends and classmates thought him nuts.  His nickname meant squirrel for heaven's sakes; surely little Spirou was off his rocker. Yet apparently they thought it was okay enough to roleplay with him until the teacher supervising them instructed that the play had to end. In retrospect, perhaps it was the beginning of something less innocent, despite that his motive in playing squirrel then was purely innocent. Only during his early teens did it occur to him that the thought of anthropomorphosized animals, the furrier the better, was enough to make his cock twitch with excitement. He found human women fine enough (hell, he seemed obsessed with them as a child), but the furry women made refuge in his fantasies. They were fictional, anyway. At least, they were then.

The only two people in the apartment were in the same room, but Spirou closed the door to give the illusion of privacy. Certainly the situation called for it. Even wearing socks his feet still creaked on the hardwood floor.  Seccotine still huddled in the middle of the floor in front of her bed, covering her sniffling face, even as Spirou stopped a foot away from her. He didn't realize until now how harsh his throat felt. It felt like woolen steel, and when saliva dripped down his throat it stung. Now that he thought about it, he did screech at least once.

"Hey, uh... Can I, uh, see?" Spirou swallowed more spit with each breath and every few words. "I promise I won't, uh scream, again. I was just, um, surprised, that's all..."

Seccotine sniffled. Her long tail lightly flicked; the redhead clasped his hands in front of his crotch in case it twitched again at the sight.  Her voice also cracked."You promise?"

"Promise."

Spirou thanked himself for his half-assed  effort at covering himself. He didn't get hard, but he could feel himself getting to that point. Seccotine definitely wasn't grotesque in the slightest. It was different, but the face was still very Seccotine. Blonde fur covered her face. The lower half of her face contorted into a slight muzzle. Nothing frightfully flat, but just long and sloped enough to be present. Despite her being a werewolf that trait was closer to feline. The freckles were gone but that was to be expected when fur occupied every inch that wasn't lips, black nose or eyes. Soft, feminine features, particularly bright blue eyes with long, thick eyelashes, remained. Spirou always did love those eyes. He just hated seeing all the anguish and fear inside them at that time.

"I'm hideous," she repeated with closed eyes and a shaking head, "Hideous, hideous, hidee--"

"You're definitely not."

Now opened eyes focused on him. "You're lying."

"I'm definitely not."

Spirou's retort came quickly, only a second or two after she stopped talking. Often that meant someone was lying, as Seccotine had learned from working as a reporter and just living as a human being.  His tone, however, indicated genuine intent.

Then she noticed his hands cupped over his crotch. She had an idea of what was going on at his end; she had a brother for fuck's sake.  For the first time that night, even long before Spirou even arrived because she didn't appear for their mis-scheduled movie date, her half-human muzzle curled into a smile. The redhead smiled as she propped herself against the foot of her bed, rose herself up... Then the smile dipped down to the ground as his eyes watched her clawed hands go closer to his own. Suddenly they clasped them, taking care not to stab a sharp nail into his wrists.

"What are you--"

Even under all the hair Seccotine's face was expressive. Facing him again the fear diminished in her eyes, being taken over with hope, impish joy.

"So I see you definitely weren't lying, I see."

"Uh--"

"Come on, Spriou. I know enough about men that you were trying make sure I didn't see you were that happy to see me."

Burning red cheeks puffed up. He blew out. "Yeah, I guess you could say I'm..." His eyes scanned her body again, and his cock slightly jumped again. "... happy to see you in more ways than one."

Eyes fixated on her breasts, slightly larger but still covered up by her lacey pink bra. "So there's only one set?"

Seccotine seemingly raised a brow. "You were expecting more?"

Spirou's face contorted in what was either shock or disgust. "No... I was just wondering. You know... wolf stuff."

She softened. "Ah... Then nope, still one set. I may be a wolf girl but I'm not that much of a wolf."

Good. Seccotine was at the moment the most extreme extent of furry he had in his fantasies. "That's fine with me."

Her ears tweaked. Spirou, whether he knew it or not, breathed heavily. Even standing a pace away from him she could hear his heart beat like a frantic drummer on a chaotic battlefield. "...So you really find me that appealing?"

Now he felt his pants start to tighten. He hadn't even told this part of him to Fantasio in fear of what his best friend would think of him afterward. "You have no idea," he squeaked, much like a squirrel. "L-like, you're my type. Human or, uh, werewolf. I'm dead serious."

Between Spirou's increasingly obvious arousal in his voice and in his pants, the last of Seccotine's doubts vanished.

"Then it's a good thing you're the first person to find out about this, because I'm sure with the other guys I've dated would've either ran away or tried to kill me."

"If they tried to do that with me around, I would've killed them back."

She couldn't help but smirk. Spirou trying to be macho, especially while one of the most so-called male thing she could think of went on in his pants, was adorable. And she had to say, even being super independent for the most part, she liked the fantasy of him doing that. For sure she picked the right boyfriend for her. It was time to end both of their suffering.

At first confusion arose when she leaned her face towards his, and she had no idea how to kiss him. Her mouth was more or less human, but not completely so. Spirou appeared confounded as well. Then, bending his face forward, he decided to leave a peck on her cheek. It was a start. Seccotine, knowing how stupid she looked, experimented and twisted her newer mouth into as much of a pucker as she could before planting one on Spirou's lips. Not perfect either, but getting warmer.  Quickly and eventually they settled on the only technique that seemed to work. French kissing was new for Spirou, but he was lying if he said he didn't enjoy the swirling his tongue against teeth that weren't his and dancing with Seccotine's tongue. A couple minutes standing like this and the two knew that the redhead was at his hardest both inside red pants and brushing against Seccotine's soft stomach.

After breaking away Seccotine allowed Spirou bail. Unzipped pants and pulled down briefs allowed the erect cock out into the world. Swiftly the two finished undressing. A red jacket flew to the window, white shirt joining it, bra hooking a strap around the doorknob, wet panties slid towards the wall facing the bed.

Normally the two would resume kissing or cuddling limbs entwined. This time Spirou sat on the edge of the bed while Seccotine laid down in front of him, legs closed and her back supported with pillows.

"Still like what you see?" She coyly asked.

Spirou's fingers smeared his precum about his head and shaft. "Oh yeah. It's even better than what I pictured it'd be like."

He crawled on all fours to her, cock swinging with his movements. Her breasts still resembled her original ones, and aside from being furry they felt the same cupped in his hands. A thumb played with a tit whilst the other hand slid down the shiny fur to the junction between her legs. She spread them just wide enough that his fingers found the inside of her engorged cunt.

Seccotine sighed, softly growled. "Oh yeah, please do that..."

Both thumbs now had nubs to play with as two of the other fingers between the werewolf's legs found and entered her with no force. Spirou's fingers mingled with the pleasant slickness inside as they lightly swirled and pumped in.

"Yes," She closed her eyes, threw her head back. "I haven't been able to do that while I look like this..."

A third finger joined the two inside. The slight stretch surged more pleasure up Seccotine's spine, caused Spirou's cock to jump against his stomach.

"Spirou..."

He continued pumping. "Yeah?"

"It's really nice, but..."

She leaned forward, reached and wrapped a hand around his member. "...I think I want something else that's just as good."

They changed positions on the bed. Seccotine adjusted herself to all fours, legs spread, fluffy tail up and butt up with it.

"It just feels natural at the moment," she had said after getting into it.

Spirou and his cock had to agree. He nearly came with the excitement alone before entering with little resistance once more. This was a favorite fantasy of his even before he realized he had this kink, taking a wolf (or canine or squirrel) girl from behind. Seccotine was right, it just felt natural, just like it was as he frantically thrust into Seccotine while heavily panting and grunting. Her tail, ponytail, and breasts swung about while both cried out in response to the wonderful, increasingly tightening feelings in their groins. The more her tail flicked against his face the harder Spirou slid in and out. Seccotine drove her claws into her headboard so hard they cracked holes on the side against the wall, yelling his name if she wasn't moaning, panting, or growling.

Suddenly the werewolf dropped her arms one by one down to the pillows below. One reached behind towards the man fucking her, who promptly stopped. He knew well enough by now what this signal meant. The position she got them into, however, was new for him. Maybe her too, judging by a rare case of nervousness from the confident woman.

Lying down in the middle of the bed Spirou groaned again as Seccotine, still facing him from behind, grabbed his cock and entered it back into her before going up and down on it. He was too dazed by the fluffy tail and what he could see and picture of her cunt stretching to contain him in a way he never saw it before to move at first. Then, grasping his arms around her belly, he resumed thrusting, not taking too long to get in time with her movements. He could feel her squeezing her cunt against him, and the random spasms indicating she was getting warmer by the second, and it took all the power in him to not come either until he got something he wanted first.

"Get on your back," he grunted.

"My back?" She groaned back.

"Yes," he grunted again, slamming full hilt into her. "I want to see what you look like coming."

Seccotine's legs and arms brought Spirou into a full body embrace as he continued fucking her missionary style. He never endured this long a period without coming and he knew he was about to burst, as was she. Claws prickled his back, fought the urge to dig inside it. Her breasts bounced against his chest and her eyes closed and her toothy mouth wide open like her legs. Only a minute or so back in, Seccotine clenched and her back arched. The spasms inside her were enough to send Spirou over. He screamed and she howled like a wolf as they came near simultaneously, with him sending his seed inside her in hot jets.

For a couple minutes after that only heavy breathing came from the two of them. Seccotine lowered her limbs, Spirou withdrew, and they both rested naked on the sheets with Spirou's semen dripping into a puddle around Seccotine's swollen but satisfied cunt.

"I don't think I ever came like that," Spirou eventually said.

"I take it I can have credit?" She asked, a quick laugh punctuating it.

"Oh yeah, you can have it all..."

He concentrated what energy he had left on bringing his hand onto Seccotine's before succumbing to sleep.  

He's definitely a keeper, she thought with a smile before sleeping as well. For the first full moon in recent memory it had been a damn good one.