Joel had struggled to control his transformation over the last few years, but was finally getting a handle on it. He had a loving girlfriend and a dream job. One night, Joel transformed unexpectedly...and was compelled to seek out one of his own kind. He found what he was looking for, and had the opportunity to fulfil his deepest desires that he had denied for so long...
Moving through the trees, Joel heard the howl again, much closer now, clear and loud. He turned towards it and could see a clearing opening in front of him, and at the other side of the clearing, another of his own kind. He slowly slipped through the last of the trees, becoming acutely aware of every one of his senses. The cool, damp grass below his paws. The silent breeze that moved his fur so gently. The beating of his heart, and the sensual breathing of the werewolf across from him, the orange eyes piercing his soul, exciting him in the most erotic way he had ever felt.
This was the first time Joel could remember seeing another werewolf, and he was hyponotised. As he stared, he could see a plume of mist fill the air in time with the breaths he heard. The werewolf extended an arm onto the ground, then the other, and took slow, purposeful strides across the clearing. Joel felt a lust consume him and became aroused immediately, his enormous penis extended into the cool air, a drop of precum forming on the end. He knew what would come next; what he had been longing all the years since his first transformation. He would finally fuck another of his kind, and feel the ecstasy of the ultimate release that he so craved.