A cheeky tale for Halloween...

It was all meant to be a joke...

My girlfriend, Cher, got asked by her 'friends' to come to a Halloween party, not knowing she was being set up. As she arrived, her friends grabbed her, laughing, stripped all her clothes off, dressed her in a strange suit and bundled the struggling girl into a cage.

The four of them then paraded her round the party in the cage, strapped onto a ladder. Cher was fighting all the time to get free, yelling; however, the girls had padlocked the door to the cage.

Suddenly, the unearthly howl, followed by her collapsing, told them that something was very wrong...

They quickly put the cage down, and frantically opened it, after struggling to find the keys to the padlock.

To their horror, Cher wouldn’t wake up. Then, they couldn’t find the zipper in her suit...

At this point, i raced in, having found out about the 'joke' they thought they were playing on her. I pushed them roughly out of the way and cradled Cher in my arms...

Half awake, now, she licked me with an abnormally long tongue, then nuzzled me, chuffing gently...

“Baby, are you OK? What have they done to you?”, I asked her.

She just whined faintly, then nuzzled me again, wanting me to cuddle her.

Completely ignoring everyone else, I gently carried her over to a sofa and sat with her. To my amazement, she wrapped her tail round my waist, then tried to undo my jeans with her teeth…

By then the emergency services had arrived. One of the girls, in a panic, had called them.

“What’s the problem?”, the paramedic, a young woman, asked.

Cher’s friend Cassie just pointed to the sofa…

I was lying there, giggling quietly, trying to gently stop Cher’s amorous advances.

“Come on, not in front of everyone…!”, I said, stroking her head and tickling her behind the ears. Cher, having none of it, kept trying to undress me.

I looked up as the paramedic arrived.

“I don’t know what’s going on at all”, I said. “The girls dressed her up as a werewolf for a prank, but it’s done something to her. She’s not broken character, not once; I also can’t find a zipper in the suit anywhere. Her tail is alive, somehow, it wrapped around me earlier. She’s also really trying to jump me, not caring where we are…!”. The last part came out with a bit of a giggle as Cher had managed to get the zip of my jeans down and was busy giving me a blow job…!

“Cher, is it?”, The paramedic, Jane, asked, cautiously. “Do you mind if I check you over…?”

Suddenly stopping what she was doing, Cher swiped at the paramedic, batting her away with a paw. Jane tried again; the paw was lifted again, this time spread out with the claws extended…
Taking the meaning, she backed away. Cher returned to cuddling and pleasuring me, then snuggled up in the crook of my arm, contented.

Jane backed away, her mouth open.

“I’ve never seen anything like it”, she said. “She’s convinced she’s a wolf. How the heck did this happen?”

“She still realises that she’s my girlfriend”, I said. “She also seems to have got very territorial.”

“She will do”, Jane said. “It’s in her new nature.”

I gently stroked Cher’s head. She chuffed gently and nuzzled me back. All the time she was with me, she was fine. If anyone else tried to get involved…

One of her friends came up and tried to apologise. Cher let out such a menacing growl that the girl nearly fell over herself trying to get away, panic stricken.

By now, most of the other people at the party had realised that this was no joke; it was a prank that had somehow gone terribly wrong.

I just let Cher do what she wanted, within reason; tapping her lightly on the snout when she tried to undress me, cuddling her when she behaved. With me, and me alone, she behaved like a lovesick puppy…

Anyone else tried to talk to her or get between her and me, she bared her teeth and started growling. Man, those teeth…!

By now, we had all realised that, somehow, Cher was now a large wolf. She couldn’t talk at all; she hardly looked human, anymore. She was covered in dark grey, almost black, hair. She was also ticklish in all of the dog-related places, as I found out when I ran my hand down her back and stroked her hindquarters…

The party carried on, in the background; I was quite content to stay on the sofa cuddling Cher. Others came over, amazed; some did say they thought she was beautiful, especially her pelt. Gradually, Cher managed to differentiate between the people that were trying to pay her compliments and the people that had caused the problem in the first place. She also, with coaxing from me, let Jane approach and check her out.

Jane leaned back, after her exam.

“She’s a perfectly healthy… wolf…”, she said, amazed, scratching Cher behind the ears. Cher chuffed and headbutted her in return, making her giggle. “I’ve never seen anything like it”, she repeated. “I work part-time as a vet, as well, and she wouldn’t be out of place at all in my clinic.”

Jane slipped me a business card.

“Any problems, anytime, call me”, she said. “Cher’s unique. I’m here for her.”

“Thanks, I appreciate it.”, I said. “I think we’d better be heading home, now, though. I want to get her back into a familiar environment so she can get a good sleep. I can tell she’s uncomfortable here, she’s still shaking a bit.”

I got up slowly from the sofa. Cher just glided to her feet alongside me.

We headed back to the car. Cher seemed to realise that she couldn’t just hop into the passenger seat as before; she just spread herself across the back seats instead.

On the way back, I asked her if she was ok; she responded by leaning forward and licking my ear…!

I had headed back because I was exhausted as well; it had been a very traumatic evening for me. I had been as calm as I could be when I had found out about Cher’s transformation; it was more for her sake than mine, as I really didn’t want to startle her. I hadn’t realised how much it had affected me until we got back; I looked at Cher’s things around the flat, and the tears started to flow…

Cher, realising what was wrong, just wrapped herself around me, and hugged me as the tears came…

She gently picked me up with her muzzle and dropped me on the bed, like she would do if she ever had pups. She then snuggled down alongside me, with one paw and her tail over me, and fell asleep too.

In the morning, I awoke to Cher cuddling me, back to normal.

“Well, now you know one of my secrets”, she said. “Do you still love me?”

“Of course I do!”, I said, indignantly. I then paused for a second.

“What do you mean, one of your secrets…?”