MONSTER GAME: AWAKENING

She knelt on the carpet, thighs spread, the soft fabric of her pajamas clinging to her damp skin. The glow of the old CRT TV flickered in the dark room, casting shadows on the walls. On the screen, the title pulsed like a heartbeat: MONSTER GAME: WEREWOLF. And beneath it, the image of the alpha beast. Towering, thickly muscled, fur matted with sweat, and hanging between his legs, a monstrous cock, heavy and dripping.

She was already soaking wet.

Her fingers trembled as they gripped the controller. The moment she pressed “Start,” a deep vibration pulsed through her arms, through her chest, settling low in her belly. Her breath caught. Heat flooded her hips. Her other hand slid down, past the waistband, finding her slick cunt already twitching in anticipation.

She moaned. Loud. Shamefully loud. Her middle and ring fingers dove in, fucking herself slow and deep as her body began to change. Nails blackened, stretching longer. The skin of her wrist tightened, pulling as her bones cracked and reshaped. Every time she pushed inside herself, something shifted. Her spine arched, vertebrae popping as fur crept up her back. Her thighs swelled, thickening with raw power. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, drooling onto the carpet, and her voice broke into a needy whimper.

Her face contorted with the next wave. Jaw cracking. Nose stretching forward. Teeth sharpening in her mouth as her lips parted with a hungry growl. Saliva dripped onto her chest as her tongue lengthened. Her whole body was betraying her, or maybe finally setting her free.

She didn't stop fingering herself. She couldn’t.

She drove her fingers in deeper, harder, feeling the new wetness inside. Her inner walls felt swollen, raw and greedy, like something inside her was opening, aching to be filled. Her clit throbbed beneath her palm. Her breath came in ragged, animalistic pants. Her toes tore through the fabric of her pajamas, reforming into padded paws. Her hips bucked involuntarily, and her ass lifted instinctively, presenting.

She wasn’t a girl anymore. She was a bitch in heat.

Her tail burst out above her ass, lashing behind her. Her cunt was dripping, clenched so tight around her own fingers she could barely move. But she forced them in, knuckles deep, whimpering now, humping her hand like a wild animal, moaning between sharp-toothed gasps. Her golden eyes rolled back, her pussy spasming on the edge of orgasm.

She came hard, squirting across her palm, head thrown back, howling.

The TV screen blinked, and the words faded. A voice spoke from the speakers, deep, ancient, dripping with promise.

"Transformation complete. Female ready. Mate approaching."

Behind her, she felt it. The warmth. The shadow. The rumble of a growl and the heavy scent of male musk. Her eyes widened. Her pussy clenched again, already hungry.

She was ready.