The Half Moon Bar (MellowYellow x Poppy)

“Just think about it. Other werewolves and drow hook up because of us and start to figure out that maybe it takes someone cool, calm and collected to even out a wolf. Start a whole new race. Heck, maybe you could take to writing a book to tell them how to raise a litter like that.” She giggled at the thought, wondering what they would be called. “I think Weredrows sound the best way to describe them, don’t you?”

She wriggled down in her seat, feeling a light movement inside of her. “Hmm...two more nights. Not counting tonight. So we’ll have to spruce up the basement, maybe spread out some fresh hay for an old girl.” Sabrina joked as if she were an old horse that needed to be bedded down.

"Well the alternative is Darkwolves, and that sounds like something a thirteen year old would come up with," Lars replied. Still, he had to admit, it would be nice to be a trendsetter of sorts. To have other people finding this kind of comfort. "Two more nights eh? Guess we'd best be ready for the transformation in that case. I don't know if pregnancy would make your wolfy side more or less active," he mused.

Lars smirked, closing his eyes before downing the last of his coke. Satisfied, he set his can down beside Sabrina's. "Well, I guess I'll just have to keep the big wolf company so she doesn't feel lonely."

“That sounds like the worst band. Ever.” Sabrina wrinkled her nose up at the name, hoping that it wouldn’t stick. But she nodded in regards to how her next few days were to go. “Don’t be surprised if you end up being more naked than not leading up to the full moon….if you think my sex drive is strong now, just wait. You might have to lock me up to keep me away from you.” She chuckled, turning her head to kiss him chastely on the cheek.

True to her words, the next two days leading up to the first night of the full moon was a whirlwind of fucking. Even when the bar was open, and she was training him at the daunting task of running the bar, she would slip to the back with him for a quickie. With the full moon approaching, plenty of supernatural creatures were dropping by the bar, seeming to want to get their drinking fix in. They knew full well that during the full moon, the bar was closed for business.

The basement that was her refuge during these difficult nights wasn’t far off from how she described it. Due to the age and historical state of the building, Sabrina hadn’t been able to put flooring down in the bottom. The dirt was packed tightly due to the age of the building, a tunnel carved out of the side with bars over it. In olden days, sailors would get drunk at the bar upstairs and be knocked out over the head. Then, they would be dragged down here and taken through the miles long tunnel to be shanghaied onto a boat, forced to serve as a slave on a pirate vessel. After all, it was very hard to say no to the job opportunity when you were miles away from shore on a boat with no one you knew.

There were claw marks in the brick and mortar, proof of her previous months spent in the basement. There was a pile of bedding for her with some old pillows, washed clean in anticipation of the transformation. She had made certain to gorge herself before going down to the basement for the evening, finding that she was craving raw meat more and more leading up to the event. There were long chains anchored to the walls and floor, reinforced with concrete to keep them in position. Dingy red collars were at the ends, padded, to give her some comfort. One went around her neck, two around her wrists and two more about her ankles.

Sabrina headed downstairs the night of the full moon with her drow lover in tow. She was wearing a loose dress, beginning to strip as soon as her bare feet touched the ground. The shewolf acted as if this wasn’t out of the ordinary, noticing Lars’ eyes on her. “Don’t want to ruin my clothing.” She flashed him a roguish grin after folding her clothing, glancing nervously to the window that was high in the room and small, with bars on it as well. Twilight was quickly closing in.

“Okay, like we practiced yesterday. Think you can strap me in?” Sabrina looked to Lars nervously, going to gather up all the thick lengths of chains in her hands and bring them over to her lover. Her large breasts were swinging with every little motion, rubbing her thighs together in anticipation as she handed the chains over.

Just as Sabrina had claimed, she really did have a bunker of sorts under the building, an ideal spot to keep a transformed wolf. The walls were dense and reinforced, making it so that even her enhanced strength couldn't simply plow through it. The chains themselves, which Lars inspected with a keen interest, were rather impressive. The alloy that comprised them was expensive and sturdy, most likely dwarf-forged, or from some manner of elven metal.

A necessity, given the beast they would be keeping in place. And if they had held firm in past full moons, then it would no doubt be the case here with Sabrina's strength sapped by her heavy pregnancy.

"I'm sorry, what?" Lars asked, glancing up from Sabrina's weighty bosom. "Goodness they really have gotten bigger. And they were rather big to start with." Lars removed his dark T-shirt and tossed it to the corner, taking the time to affix the chains to her wrist first. "Just let me know if they need to be loosened or tightened," Lars said, slowly moving around behind Sabrina to set the collar in place.

“Yeah, my milk will start coming in sooner rather than later…” Sabrina reached down, giving her tits a few tentative squeezes. They certainly were more fun to play with as they grew bigger. And her chest certainly wasn’t done expanding, needing to sustain two hungry hybrid children. She wasn’t shy for a moment to be completely nude before her lover, making a mental note to go out after the moon cycle was over, and get some new clothing. Many of her tops were growing tight at the chest, and she was spilling out of her bras.

The shewolf stayed still as he attached the collar to her throat, tail swishing. Having someone else restrain her was quite arousing, and she was doing her best to focus on getting through the night. The moon would be high in the sky soon enough, and Sabrina needed to be bound in order to protect herself and others. “Darling, don’t be afraid to go tighter….I promise, you won’t hurt me. And there’s a muzzle to the side, if I really need it. Only howled a lot when I was a teenager. Well, and when you fuck me nice and hard.” She winked, wondering how her evening with her lover would go.

It didn’t take much time for the rest of the restraints to be applied, Sabrina doing her own cuffs about the wrists. She allowed Lars to tighten them behind of her, the sense of control that was coming over her certainly a thrill.

“Alright...stand back darling...should be any moment now.” Sabrina warned him. “The transformation can be…shockingly violent at times. Want to keep you unscathed.” She closed her ruby eyes, beginning to breathe deeply and focus on shifting into her wolf form.

He had decided to read up a bit on werewolf transformations after their relationship had grown more serious, aware that it would simply be another facet of his life. And indeed, he knew that he was venturing into dangerous territory. When transformed wolves could at least recognise their mates, but he didn't want to raise her ire in this state. He made a few adjustments to her bindings to ensure their tightness.

"Alright. Worst comes to worst I have some binding magic on hand," he assured her. Nothing that would risk hurting her, and Lars definitely hoped it wouldn't come down to that. For as worried as he was, a large part of him was beyond excited. After all this would be Lars first time ever seeing a transformed werewolf, a sight few could claim to take in without dying in the process, or just getting fucked up by a rampaging beast.

To say nothing of the other aspects of tonight that were on the table.

He moved back to the far wall, at such a distance that the chains would snag if Sabrina tried to reach him. He was hoping she would recognise him when transformed, his own scent radiating into the room to help remind her. "Alright... here we go," the drow humbly said.

“Let’s hope it doesn’t get to that...things are a bit dicey during the transformation and after that…” Sabrina sounded a bit strained, glancing up to the thin part of sky she could see, taking note of the clouds. It would delay her transformation slightly, but it was inevitable. She cleared her throat, “It takes a few to not lash out. The transformation isn’t entirely painless, but it’s easier now. As long as y-you stay….out of reach.”

She stretched her neck, rolling her head as the moon came clear in the sky. Her ruby eyes rolled back into her head, and the transformation began. Her beautiful, grey hair began to spread and thin against her body, transforming into fluffy fur that coated her body in no time. Even her tail lengthened and became thicker. Limbs lengthened out, her beautiful red nails transforming into thick claws attached to furry paws. Her midsection remained slightly tight, but with the pooch her pregnancy was forming lower. There was no denying that during future transformations she would be quite large with their pups.

Sabrina fell to her hands and knees, letting out a blood curdling howl as her thighs thickened, the fur covering every inch of her body as she developed haunches. All of her muscles were taut as she strained the chains that kept her immobile. Most of her fur was dense and smooth against her body, but there was excess thickness around her neck, outside thighs and forearms. A patch of thick fur jutted up, covering her slit. Her feet lengthened and thickened, turning into paws with claws no less intimidating than on her front paws. The fur crept across her beautiful face as it shifted into more canine features, finally shifting into the wolf appearance. Her nose lengthened into a muzzle with a soft black nose, eyes slanting and growing bigger. But they remained the intense red shade.

With the transformation now complete, she paced the small length of the room that she could, trying to get used to being on four limbs again. Her large paws padded over the dirt floor, dirtying her pale fur as she snarled, showing her fangs, seeming to take note of the smell in the room. With lightning speed, she turned to face the drow, his scent in his nostrils as she lunged. It was a true testament to the strength of the chains as they jerked her back, stopping her from lodging her long teeth into his body. Sabrina gnashed her teeth in frustration, trying to calm herself down and maintain some semblance of control over herself. Even if she was more wolf than human right now, her garnet eyes still displayed her emotions. And right now, they simply looked confused and scared. Deep inside, she didn’t want to do anything reckless and hurt her lover or the children in her belly.

He could only stand and watch in a slackjawed awe as the change overtook Sabrina, triggering the instant that the light of the full moon filled the sky. Lars' eyes widened significantly as her bones and flesh started to shift and reshape, growing larger and stronger as a fluffy coat of silver-grey fur rapidly sprouted along her augmented body until it covered her entirely. Lastly he saw the bones of her face elongate, until her beautiful features had been replaced with the sharp maw of a wolf.

It all happened so rapidly, and yet it seemed that every last detail seemed to flow in front of him in slow motion. It must have hurt, and he only wished he could comfort her. Easier said than done when she started gnashing and snarling.

There was a struggle going on inside her, beastly urges fighting against the remaining frayed edges of her humanity. "Sweetheart, it's me," Lars assured her, keeping his back to the wall as he started to sidle around behind her. The drow ducked under one taut chain until he was behind her, his right hand stroking through the silky fluff of her fur. "It's alright, I'm not going to hurt you. I'm here to help you get through tonight."

Sabrina watched him intently, but her growling was beginning to lessen. She was doing her best to maintain control, but finding it so hard to be who she was inside. Naturally, she didn’t want to hurt Lars in the least. But the pain of the transformation and the fact that she was carrying pups made her extra susceptible to her emotions.

Her eyes tracked his movements, trying to stay still but jerking against the chains still. It was obvious she was calming down, the fur on her back no longer bristled. She wasn’t bearing so much in the way of fangs anymore, lips twitching. “Away….” She finally managed a word, swallowing hard before trying to speak again. “Sta...Away…”

The wolf girl was wanting to protect him from her, even in this state. She was trying to slink away, her fluffy tail hanging down low instead of thumping happily as it usually did. Sabrina was terrified that after trying to lunge at him, he would be afraid of her. And that was something that she didn’t want. But his hand stroking through the fur on her body felt quite nice, and she was doing her best to relax and melt into his touch.

"It's alright, I know you don't want to hurt me," Lars said, keeping his tone low and reassuring. In his research into this transformation he had read that it was an exceptionally painful experience. To be expected, given how it reshaped the body so thoroughly. And so, having been born in such pain, a werewolf could be rather sensitive and aggressive up until the pain managed to subside a bit for them.

A strong hand settled on her rear, finding that it was more than he could grasp given the growth her body had just gone through. His left hand continued to stroke her tail, aware of how she loved that normally, while the right performed a similar motion on her rear. Slowly but surely he was working to calm her down, until the wolf was a bit more in line with how Sabrina usually was. A tall order, but he could feel the tension slowly leaving her enlarged form.

Sabrina did her best to control her thoughts, to keep them from going too wild. After enough time and Lars’ gentle touches, she seemed to calm down. The chains went lax as she let out a heavy sigh, no longer attempting to fight the restraints for the time being. It was for the best that they stayed on, lest something trigger her and cause her to attack. The shewolf managed to even out her breathing, her tail starting to wag slowly. It was a good sign, proof that Lars’ touches were working.

“Pet….” The grey shewolf made a request, but it didn’t sound so much like one. It certainly sounded more like a demand. Sabrina wanted more affection, the stress of the transformation and being pregnant beginning to arouse her. Luckily, this desire was also helping to tame the beast.

She was gradually calming down, a sight that made Lars relax ever so slightly. He was still set to make a run if he had to, but it seemed it wouldn't come to that just yet. "Pet?" he repeated, glancing up at her fluffy features. He managed a small smile and made his way slowly around to Sabrina's side, making sure to keep his hands in full view so that he wouldn't wind up spooking her, or making her worried.

Once at Sabrina's side, Lars reached out with his right hand and gave her fluffy cheek a tender stroke, fingers gently brushing through her coat. 'First time being with a woman hairier than me,' he thought to himself. Lars' hand continued roaming upward until he was gingerly stroking behind Sabrina's left ear, slowly growing more intense in his strokes and carefully gauging Sabrina's reaction.

Where ever Lars touched her, Sabrina felt an odd sense of contentment wash over her. Especially when he started to scratch her cheek. Almost against her will, she moved to lay down on the ground, folding her limbs beneath her. When his wandering fingers started to scratch behind her ear, she actually kicked her leg in pleasure a few times. Sabrina mentally chastised herself for doing so, but this was her weakness. Ear scratches when in her wolf form just felt so good.

“Mmmm….” The wolf moaned, cocking her head to the side and doing everything she could to push his fingers deeper into her plush fur. She rubbed her face against his hand, licking his other hand in order to show her appreciation. In this form, her tongue was much longer. Her tail was now thumping, seemingly in control of her wolf form. “More…” She wanted even more than just simple scratches, but she had to take what she could get.

There was something oddly therapeutic about all this, it had to be said. Whether it was just how soft and luxurious Sabrina's fur was to the touch, or the way she seemed to gradually relax under his grasp, Lars was clearly enjoying this. It was probably the first time in history a person could describe a werewolf as being 'cute' but it seemed quite appropriate for her. He could really get used to doing this.

As she laid down, Lars kept his left hand at work scratching behind her ears, being particular focus to this area for how she seemed to melt at the attention. His right, meanwhile, slowly slid down until it found her bust, sinking into the left mound through her fur. They were already quite large in her human form, but the additional mass of this state only exaggerated them further. Lars smiled faintly at the thought.

"Like this?" he asked, his stroking and groping digits maintaining a consistent pace to keep her calm and gradually stoke her desire.

The scratching to her ear was nice, but it was when his wandering hand latched onto her enlarged breasts that she really was finding it pleasing. In order to answer his question, she moved to nuzzle him, going for his neck. But the chains kept her from doing so, but it was making her feel frustrated about how to show her appreciation for what he was doing.

“More….more…” Sabrina wanted to give him encouragement, wanting him to know how much she wanted him. With one of her large paws she reached out for him, pawing at his crotch. She wasn’t able to figure out how much force to use, being a little harsher than necessary in an attempt to make him feel just as good as he was making her feel.

He could feel Sabrina reeling into him, as best she could given the restraints on her, and it was at this point that he got a sample of her newly enhanced strength. She wasn't trying to hurt him, he was sure of as much. Sabrina's strong paw met his crotch, pulling a low growl from him as the pressure made his pulse quicken. Sabrina was definitely strong, she could have bowled Lars over with just a little more force.

Lars leaned in closer, letting her pointed muzzle meet the crook of his neck to distract himself a bit. Both of his jands settled on Sabrina's weighty bosom, giving them a few modest squeezes to better excite the she-wolf. "You want to go further?" the drow said. He'd be better off sticking his dick in her soon, it was less likely to get crushed in that case.

As he began to rub at her bust, she lapped at his neck, wanting to show her affection in any and every way possible in this form. She knew that it had to be nerve wracking, to watch her transform for the first time. And to have the added burden of being pregnant with his children, the pups inside of her needed to be worried about as well. Very few people would be willing to stay in the same room as a werewolf when they transformed, restraints or not.

When he inquired if she wanted to go further, she pulled away from the crook of his neck, nodding several times emphatically. The shewolf wanted him to understand that without a doubt, she wanted and needed this. If she wouldn’t be fucked soon, the chances of her remaining so calm would be very doubtful.

Seeing Sabrina do her best to get the point across earned a modest not from Lars. "Alright, I'm just going to get into position, so don't worry," he said, deciding to outline everything so there was no room for a spook. He moved in behind the towering female, at this distance able to smell her desire with a much greater intensity. Everything was marginally stronger in this state alright, not that the drow wholly minded.

He undid his fly and quickly fished his cock out. Much to his embarrassment, this literal heavy petting had managed to get him fully turned on with his cock throbbing in the open air. Strong hands gripped Sabrina's fluffy backside firmly before he pushed upward, a sharp groan leaving him as he started penetrating into her. For as often as they had done it, the muscles of this new form made for a more uphill battle.

As Lars moved to get into position behind of her, only her eyes followed him. Her body remained still, desperate for his small, light touches on her body as he was doing his best to let her know where he was behind of her at all times. The wolf longed for his touch on her breasts, uncertain if she had ever been this desperate to rut before in her life. Her musk was heavy in the air, making quite the intoxicating smell as her body wanted nothing more than to attract a mate.

Sabrina did her best to look over her shoulder, but there was nothing she could do as he gripped her furry backside. His cock penetrated her wolf form, her innermost walls shaped much different now. It was as if he were fucking an entirely different person. While in her human form, her walls were wet and plush, inviting and seeming to be able to suck him in on their own, the wolf’s was different. All of her muscles were tight and lean, producing a sensation that made it seemed as if her inner walls were ridged. She was as wet as ever, but so very tight.

“Harder….” Sabrina grunted, wanting to encourage him as her sex made plenty of loud noises, her arousal being stirred up inside of her. Her tail was wagging happily, evident of her mental state as she strained against the chins that kept her in place.

Lars was mentally debating how hard he should actually go on this. On the one hand Sabrina was marginally tougher than she usually was thanks to her transformation, but on the other hand she was still pregnant. He would gain speed in time, and would for now he was going to test the waters and move at a reasonable rate, sawing too and fro with his shaft soon reaching to the hilt inside Sabrina.

Slowly and steadily the drow was gaining momentum, enjoying the tickling strokes of her wagging tail as it occasionally brushed against his strong upper body. "Mm... not bad, not bad at all..." the handsome male said. "All this fur makes this even hotter than usual... I'm working up a hell of a sweat," he admitted, small huffs of hot breath leaving him. The noise of their hips meeting echoed through the specially designed chamber, his balls meeting Sabrina's clit.

With Lars’ cock to the hilt inside of her, it was obvious that her wolf form would be more accommodating to the size of his cock. At least during her pregnancy. With every stroke inside of her, she strained at the chains, adoring the restraints mixed with the pleasure. In no time at all, she was bringing her hips down to meet his thrusts, long tongue hanging out of her mouth as she panted. Sabrina did her best to look over her shoulder to gauge his reaction, but it was so difficult to worry about his pleasure as she was lost in her own. Her breasts swung wildly thanks to the effort Lars was giving it, drool trickling down from her opened maw and going to drip into the fur on her chest.

Once he reached the momentum to have his balls slap against her clit, this was what Sabrina adored. In this form, she couldn’t exactly reach down to play with her clit. Restraints and intimidating claws made it quite the hard task. Using her powerful haunches, she was able to bounce herself up and down the drow’s prick with more force than she could ever hope to summon in her human form.

“C-c-close…..” The grey wolf whined. “C-cummingggg…” Sabrina was so close, needing just a little more to send her over the edge.

It didn't take long for Sabrina to start putting her own strength to the task, bouncing up and down with powerful bucks of her wide hips. It was more forceful than he had anticipated, initially taking him off guard. It would have knocked him off balance entirely were it not for his hands pressing into Sabrina's thighs. Lars recovered quickly, digging in his heels and then plowing the grey wolf with renewed vigor, the smacks of their hips resounding through the chamber.

She was close, and truthfully Lars wasn't far behind. He threw his head back, gasping at a strong spasm of muscle that squeezed along the entirety of his length. The dark elf bit his lip before trailing into a husky growl that echoed around them, trailing into a powerful cumshot that lanced out and splattered around the walls of her humid pussy. Tingles raced up his spine, his mouth hanging open as the pleasure overwhelmed him.

When Lars managed to stand his ground, and respond to her aggressive move by fucking her faster and harder, Sabrina’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. This was what she had been wanting for so long. To have a lover not intimidated by her wolf form. Never before had she been treated such a way when transformed, and as luck would have it, the full moon was when Sabrina happened to be the horniest.

“H...harder…” Her voice sounded hoarse as the collar tightened around her neck slightly. Not enough to cause her to black out as she applied force by straining. It gave the entire act a depraved edge, the lack of oxygen making everything he was doing that much more intense.

As his dark purple cock twitched with the first sign of his release, her innermost walls suddenly formed tight to the invading member. Her stronger pelvic muscles wasn’t giving him a change to thrust in and out one bit as she came. In her wolf form, her body expected for her to be knotted, preparing for the event accordingly. It was as if her cunt were suctioning him, wanting to take every drop of his jizz inside of her. Sabrina moaned as she came, wolf cum splattering onto the ground as she went weak, body going to pitch forward but thankfully being kept upright due to the chains.

Even still, his cock remained buried to the hilt inside of her. After a few moments of her moaning and squirming, her pussy relaxed somewhat, feeling satisfied that she had milked his balls dry for their first go at it. But she wasn’t about to call it quits, keeping his still hard cock inside of her, beginning to slide her cum soaked cunt along the length.

“F...Fuck me….” Sabrina roughly begged, jerking at the chains. She slipped herself off of his prick, going to fall to all fours and make small, tight circles before lying down on some of the bedding they had prepared. The grey wolf laid on its back, legs up in the air and spread wide to show off her cum filled cunt. Her chest was heaving, tail swishing in anticipation as she held her thighs open from underneath her legs to help enhance the view.

Lars could feel the heat lingering in his body even as Sabrina pulled away from him, a few silky strands of wolf hair still sticking to his taut muscles. He had to admit, falling asleep next to the she-wolf on a cold night would make for an exceptionally comfy experience. Though from the look of things, it seemed that it would be just a little bit longer until he'd be allowed to take a little rest.

Not that he minded. Watching Sabrina's graceful, powerful movements did wonders to keep him excited.

Lars watched closely as the muscular lupine made her way around until she was laying down slightly, her strong hands gripping under her juicy thighs to hold her furry legs wide open. Lars licked his lips and admired his handiwork, the juices pooling in her fur and only adding to his excitement. The drow felt his powerful cock throb with need, biting his bottom lip as he surveyed his beloved.

Part of him wanted to tease her, but the rational part of his brain was quick to remind him that she was a horny werewolf. No sense in getting her worked up and annoyed. Lars moved in, his lips meeting the plush lips of Sabrina's maw as his shaft sank into her soaking core once again. He wasted no time getting into the swing of things, his hips sawing too and fro at a growing speed, his balls clapping the plush surface of Sabrina's backside.