My Canid Wife Part 3
It's been weeks since I've written. My world has changed so much in that time.
For starters, we had the talk.
Luna told me a fantastical tale: she said she, and her parents, belonged to a community of werepeople - shapeshifters.
She herself could transform into the classic wolf while her mom and dad were cats. Her biological mom, a werebear, was really the woman I knew as 'Aunt Ursula'.
Her claims were unbelievable but somehow no odder than the idea that she did all her strange canine behaviors because she was insane.
A part of me believed her. It explained so much.
I asked, "So what happens on the next full moon?"
Luna explained, "Nothing. The moon is holy, but there's no forced change. And I don't look like the images in movies."
Retrieving a hazy image of her, that time I'd seen her changed, I knew she was right.
She brought out another family photo album. This time there were pictures of her and family members looking very different. In the most amazing one she swiped at a dead pig hanging from a rope - a pinata of sorts. It was her twentieth birthday, and she was every bit a nude, sexy, furry, wolfish creature.
She was a beautiful werewolf with smooth glossy fur covering every inch of her except the palms of her hands and the tip of her nose. I recognized her as herself, she had the same sveldt form, the same lustrous black hair going half way down her back, the same eyes.
I had to ask, "Is Vito one of you?"
She almost rolled on the floor laughing, "That wimp! No, he's not even a good human."
I was hurt. The man who'd bested me, she called a wimp.
She saw my damaged pride, "Babe, we need to have another talk. You see...now remember that you're adopted like me...you're a werewolf too. It's why we were chosen to be married."
It was a crazy thing to say, but it felt...true.
She told me how to gain the ability to transform. She explained, "Fathers beget children through their seed...Wersires (werewolf fathers) beget children through their seed too, except the offspring of a Wereperson ingests the seed of a Wersire and that determines what form they can take.
It took a moment for that to sink in - for me to reach my potential I would have to suck a wersire's dick.
As it turned out, the next moondance was in a week. We planned to go so I could have my moonbirth.
A few days later we drove all through the night to the mountains of West Virginia. I didn't know how I felt about giving a blowjob.
When we arrived at the hidden location there was a big field full of cars: pick up trucks, sedans, motorcycles, Priuses, etc. But that was just parking.
Hiking miles into the woods we came to a second secret clearing. Everyone was nude. Everyone was natural like my Luna. About half the people were in their human form. The rest were werewolves, werecats, werehorses, and too many more to count.
We hung out with the wolves and for the first time in my life I felt like I belonged.
Looking at the other clans I felt that we wolves were superior - until I saw the centaurs mating.
Feasting, and music and dancing continued 'till the bonfires burned low. Then it was time.
All of us initiates sat on stumps, while all the sires lined up. I wondered which one I would suck. They were all big hulking creatures with big cocks to match. I hoped it wouldn't be the white furred guy whose cock looked like it would grow too large. Oddly, I hoped it would be the friendly guy who taught me how to scent track earlier.
Luna stood behind me rubbing my shoulders. Turning, I asked her, "Do you think they might choose Gerwulf for me?"
Luna chuckled, " 'they' don't choose anyone for you. The seed chooses."
I asked, "What ya mean?"
