Disclaimer:
This story is about a trans man and cis man having gay sex so I have categorized it as such. It also contains werewolf sex, somnophilia, and pet play.
Terms for trans mans genitals include: boypussy, front hole, cunt.
If this is an issue for your dysphoria I suggest not reading.
I myself am a trans man and have written what I like and am comfortable with. Every trans person is different so I understand if some don't like this.
The general plot of this story is a bit all over the place and very self indulgent so, well, apologies if it's not someones cup of tea. These are my own characters from a book I am writing so you'll kind of notice larger plot and backstories about them so sorry for that if you just came for the smut lol.
He was walking through a densely wooded forest. It was night time. He couldn't remember how he got here, but through the trees he could see a clearing up ahead, lit up by the cool light of a full moon. The grass looked fine and soft, lush green with small white wild flowers dotting the grass. When he was little he called this specific grass fairy grass because it was always so soft and other worldly looking. How did he get here again?
No matter, he could stop in the clearing and gather his bearings where it was a little lighter, brighter, less scary.
As he entered the clearing the scent of the flowers hit him in a rush. It was so peaceful and calm. He realized then that he had been holding tension in his jaw, and his chest was tight with uncertainty before.
Dimitri sat then, an easy criss cross of his long slender legs. He wasn't too tall since his assigned gender at birth caused him to cap out at a reasonable 5'8, but his legs definitely took a majority of that.
He ran his hands across the soft grass, breathing in deeply. Anyone looking in on the scene ironically would have mistaken him for a delicate fae prince admiring the forest. His pale blonde hair shone almost white in the moonlight, and delicate facial features and full pouty lips lended themselves to create a beautiful picture.
Something big rustled in the brush ahead of him. His head snapped up, alarmed and his calm reverie broken.
'That was just a rabbit right?' He thought to himself, trying to reassure himself that it wasn't a large predator lurking in the darkness.
It was then he realized too late that he really was setting himself up to be prey, sitting all alone in a calm clearing, perfectly illuminated by the moon.
Ripe for the taking.
The bushes moved again and then to his horror a huge white and black wolf stalked out. It was on all fours, but the wolves proportions looked off somehow. As it stalked closer and more into the light it became apparent why.
It was a werewolf.
Or at least he figured it was.
Its body seemed more human than a normal wolf, the gait slightly unnatural for a wolf on all fours, like if it stood on its back two legs it could also walk unencumbered.
Dimitri was frozen however, from fear partially, but also a deep arousal that was flushing through his system and hardening his cock in his pants, moistening his front hole.
This was one of his biggest fantasies, to be taken by a werewolf, knotted on its huge cock, bred by it.
But of course this was only a fantasy, he didn't actually want to be bred. Five years of being on testosterone had eased him into the comfort of fantasizing these things, but never wanting to act on them. But the worry of pregnancy fell quickly from his mind as the fantasy took over again.
The werewolves cock was poking out from its sheath, and it growled lowly at him, as if daring him to try and move to get away.
Dimitri just stared wide eyed, like a trapped deer, unable to so much as utter a noise. The werewolf pounced on him, knocking him to his back. He yelped as the wolf snarled at his throat before raising its head to look him in the eyes.
All at once Dimitri understood and he could barely contain the smile from his face.
The eyes of the big werewolf were ice blue. Almost unnatural blue. But he would know them anywhere.
They were his husbands eyes.
And Dimitri was dreaming.
Everything clicked into place. This wasn't real, but it felt real. Dimitri had had lucid dreams before, but he fought his mind to not change anything, to not wake up, to be calm.
He smiled and laughed breathily before carefully turning onto his stomach underneath the huge werewolf.
