In this extra-long caption, you're just about to lose your virginity as a woman while you reminisce over the challenges and joys you faced after becoming a cute wolf girl. Back in the present, you straddle your mate and best friend and take him into you, engaging in the first of many hot, sensual love-making sessions. After how kind and supportive he's been, how could you not fall for him? (Hot and sensual MTF wolf girl caption that details your shifting feelings as you fall in love with your male best friend, and then we get the subsequent first sexual encounter in great detail)


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Story Text:


You hover above your soon-to-be mate while your nude, feminine form trembles. Sweat glistens and rolls down your skin, your fluffy red tail gently swaying behind you.

In the two months since you'd become a wolf girl, you relied on the unending support of your best friend, Roland, to get you through the changes. When he started growing more attractive by the day, you were in denial, fighting your emotions and insisting they were a lie.

Each day led you further down the road of womanhood. You started to like how people looked at you and treated you in public, enjoying how warm and kind others were to cute, feminine beings like yourself. Inconveniences like having to sit to pee and wearing a bra proved to be minor inconveniences at worst, and having such a perfect, female form to touch, examine, and dress-up at your leisure felt exhilarating.

At first, you rejected the idea of embracing your femininity, deciding instead to wear baggy clothes and balk at the prospect of being cute. However, after Roland caught you glancing longingly at dressed-up women and into storefront windows with dresses on display, he started suggesting you'd look good in such outfits and that you had no reason to feel ashamed.

It took days of bashful huffing and resistance for you to warm up to the idea, and you found yourself embarrassed and dressed adorably, often hiding behind Roland and clutching his arm to hide from view while still unused to presenting as a gorgeous woman.

As time passed, your closeness to Roland grew into something more. His body, his scent, his warmth and supportiveness-- it all appealed to you on an emotional and primal level you could barely understand.

When he asked you out, you were immediately flustered, flailing and demanding to know why he'd suggest such a thing. However, you ultimately took his hand and agreed to take things slow after realizing how genuine, pure, and kind his words were. It didn't take long for you to realize how much you enjoyed being on the feminine side of a relationship-- being the one to get held, swaddled, doted on, and taken care of.

Before long, you found yourself in your current predicament after finally caving to the rampant hormones raging through your supple form. Roland undressed you while lathering you in gentle kisses and affection, whispering words of love and reassurance. When he rubbed and stimulated your vulva, you let out low moans of pleasure, especially when he deftly massaged your sensitive clit.

Back in the present moment, you gaze down into his eyes, your vagina quivering as you eye his muscular form and hardened shaft. You decided to be on top the first time, wanting to have a stronger degree of control during your first sexual encounter as a woman.  'I'm really doing this...' You muse, a shiver running down your spine as your nipples harden

"I-- I love you," Roland says warmly, gently sliding a hand over your hip as he trembles ever so slightly with his cock twitching in anticipation.

You blush deeply and take a deep breath before lowering yourself.  In spite of feeling embarrassed, you gently grasp the base of his rock-hard member, adjusting him as you feel the head press through your hot folds. "Mm-- ahhh..." You gasp as you feel his manhood slip into your vagina and gradually press upward. The tightness is nearly overwhelming, but not particularly painful. Instead, a deep pressure bubbles within your pussy, intensifying as your muscles stretch to accommodate your mate's girth.  

You feel that your insides will tear in the effort, but the sensations and emotions that accompany the sensation beg to differ. An unyielding lust, along with a deep sense of fulfillment at having the profound emptiness between your legs filled. The tenseness within your pussy feels good, with a warm tingle permeating your loins. Behind you, your tail swishes wildly, as if it has a mind of its own.

"I-- I love you too," you finally reply as your mate gently pushes his hips upward to meet your descent. As he fills you to the brink, your vagina spasms and you let out a low, lusty moan, your crotch now pressed against his as the two of you become one.

You slowly get into the rhythm, rising up and pushing down in harmony with Roland, small ripples of blissful heat washing through your nethers with each thrust. You lose yourself in the sensation, any semblance of worry or apprehension vanishing as you let your feminine instinct take over. "O-- ooh..." You lean forward and kiss your mate deeply, pushing your tongue into his mouth while the tension within you mounts, each orgasmic pulse stronger than the last. Female pleasure is a crescendo, with each verse whispering promises of a grand finale. How can women orgasm so many times before reaching what you instinctively know to be the peak?

Eventually, both you and your mate moan out in pure bliss as you climax in tandem. The dam bursts and a series of powerful orgasms rack your lithe, womanly frame while your vagina spasms wildly, clenching and squeezing your mate's quivering sex as you feel hot spurts of his seed coat your cervix.

Keeping your hips pressed tightly against his pelvis, a raspy howl flows from your lips. "A-- Ahwooo!" Even as the apex of pleasure wanes, you don't want his cock to slip out of you; not when you feel such a connection. Instead, you carefully lean forward and lay atop him, chest to chest as your breasts press against him. Your legs gently straddle his hips while you nestle into his chest and rest your hands on his shoulders.

"I-- I could get used to this," you mutter with a slight growl before nipping his neck and taking in his incredible, masculine fragrance. Why fight womanhood if experiences like this one would prove so overwhelmingly enjoyable?

"Th-- the feeling is mutual, love... You were absolutely amazing; holy shit..." Roland mutters as he kisses you atop the head and wraps his arms around your back gently.

As you feel his dick gradually shrink with each pulse, you can't help but smile slightly, closing your eyes as you take a slow, content breath. As the afterglow sets in, you feel warm and fuzzy all over; you've never been this relaxed in your life and you eagerly look forward to what each day will bring. "Next time, I want you on top. Now that I know what to expect, I-- err..." Your cheeks furiously flush as your words grow bashful. "I want to be submissive-- to have you gentle and dominant above me," you admit.

"Sounds incredible," Roland grins, sliding a hand down the curve of your back as he gently brushes his fingers through your tail fur.

You shiver and squirm slightly before nuzzling closer, enjoying the gentle and warm touches. "Yes, it does."