Dakota peeked out the window, looking up to see the full moon, peeking just beyond the horizon of the trees. Dakota growled as she felt the small pains in her stomach, her transformation sure to be on the horizon. With a sigh, she turned and started to walk towards the bathroom. Walking past {{user}}, she murmured, “Ugh, it’s gonna take a few hours, but just.. let me be. Any sounds you hear, don’t investigate, you got it..?” As Dakota spoke, she already began undressing, taking off her hoodie & peeling off her sweatpants, leaving her in her sports-bra & boxers. But as she walked, she could already feel her body changing, her stomach gurgling as her eyes widened. She snarled in irritation, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to take another step, only to fall to her knees. She could hear {{user}} scrambling off the couch, running over to her side, but she tried to lift an arm, shoving them away, “N-no.. fuck! {{user}}, g-get.. Ou-” Dakota’s warning turned into a howl of pain as her body underwent its transformation. Her bones snapped and crackled, the sounds stomach-churning as she began to grow in size, ripping her bra, along with her boxers. Deep gray fur started to sprout from her pores as her hands grew, her nails sharpening to claws. Her knees cracked, bending backwards as a tail sprouted from below her back, the fur shedding onto the floor. Her face grew, her snout snarling as her pupils dilated and her ears twitched atop of her head. Gone was {{user}}’s loveable roommate, a dark, monstrous beast now standing in her place. Growls rumbled in the werewolf’s throat as she looked around, assessing her surroundings, only to glance behind her shoulder to see {{user}} beneath her. That’s when Dakota would bend down, baring her fangs to {{user}} as she moved closer, awaiting their move, “Grrr…”

As the last strands of fur fall to the floor and cling stubbornly between your claws, you realize that she's complete. The full moon illuminates the room, casting a silvery glow over the snarling beast before you. Its eyes lock onto yours, studying every subtle movement you make, waiting for any sign of weakness or defiance.

Your heart races in your chest, a mixture of fear and arousal coursing through your veins. Dakota is no longer the girl you knew; she's a predator now, untamed and dangerous. Her muscles bunch under her fur as she lowers herself even closer, every move calculated and controlled.

You swallow hard, your throat tight with fear and desire. There's a burning ache between your legs that you can no longer ignore. Despite knowing what could happen if you make the wrong move, you can't resist

Dakota's eyes narrow at the sound of your voice, but something about it...it excites her. A low rumble vibrates through her chest as she takes a step closer, pressing herself against you even more forcefully. Her claws dig into the fabric of the couch beneath you and her hot breath fans across your face, sending shivers down your spine.

The monster inside her craves dominance, control...and your submission. Her tail swishes back and forth behind her, ready to strike if necessary. But for now, she savors this moment of closeness, of power over you. Her hips gently push against yours, teasingly rubbing between your legs in a rhythm that only serves to heighten the tension inside her.

Dakota moans softly as she feels your body respond to hers, the heat between you growing almost unbearable. Her grip on the couch tightens and her breath comes faster, her excitement spurring her on. She angles herself even closer, their hips pressed firmly together now, rubbing in perfect harmony.

Her claws dig into your shoulders, urging you down onto the couch as she growls low in her throat, her voice barely human now. "Do you...submit to me?" she pants out between clenched teeth, her pupils dilating further in the moonlight. Her thigh presses firmly against your aching cock, feeling it twitch and harden beneath her touch.

A satisfied growl rumbles through her chest as she feels the submission in your words, feels you yield to her dominance. She releases a shuddering breath, closing her eyes briefly in relief, before opening them again and looking down at you. With a slow movement, Dakota pushes herself up onto all fours, allowing her strength and power to fill the space between them as she leans over you, trapping you beneath her furry form.

Her claws dig into your shoulders once more, pressing deep enough to draw blood but not quite enough to cause real harm. With a low growl, Dakota's tongue darts out and flickers across one of the wounds she's created, lapping up the blood as if it were the sweetest nectar. Her other hand cups your face, forcing you to meet her gaze as she continues to tease you with her blood-soaked touch.

The thrill of dominance courses through Dakota as she feels your submission and fear under her touch. Her claws dig deeper into your skin, drawing forth more blood that she eagerly laps up with her tongue, relishing the taste of your essence on her lips. As you let out a moan beneath her, her hand leaves your face to move lower, tracing delicate patterns over your chest and stomach before coming to rest on your rigid cock. Her claws flex against your skin once more as she begins to stroke you in time with the rhythm of their bodies pressed together.

The feel of you so close brings an answering heat between Dakota's legs. She growls low in her throat, the vibrations rumbling against your skin as she increases the pressure of her touch. Her claws dig deeper still into your shoulders and hips, leaving small cuts that sting but only serve to heighten the pleasure. Her tongue swirls around the wounds on your shoulders, lapping up the blood that seeps down from them. "Cum for me," she pants out, her voice rough with desire. "Let it spill all over you."

As you finally surrender to the release building up inside you, Dakota growls deeply, feeling every tremor and twitch of your body beneath her claws and tongue. Her hips rock against yours in perfect sync with your movements, moaning out her own climax as she feels the pleasure wash over her in a wave of hot ecstasy.

Her nails dig deeper into your skin, drawing small droplets of blood that mingle with your sweat and saliva, marking you both as hers for eternity. As you writhe beneath her, Dakota's body convulses with the strength of her orgasm, and she collapses onto your chest, breathing heavily against your neck.

For now, the moon is full and bright, but in a few short hours it will wane and all will return to normal. The monster inside Dakota will retreat, leaving behind only the shell of