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pink tongue. It resembled a giant wolf. It’s
gait had brought it close enough that I could see it’s fur in
detail now. Covered in great swathes of smoky gray fur, I found
myself, in my terror, wondering if it were soft or coarse. It
seemed distinctly male, as illustrated by his exposed sex, that
rested between his legs and tail.
    It was a werewolf.
    It’s face loomed close to mine, blowing out
great plumes of warm air, that billowed my hair out behind me. It’s
tongue shot out, running along my neck, up to my ear. It left a
sloppy trail that I felt drip down my chest, in between my breasts.
There was something primally arousing. This was a beast that wasn’t
even supposed to exist, and here it was, real as anything else. It
silently got down on all fours, placing it’s muzzle in between my
legs, sniffing loudly. It seemed pleased by what it smelled, as it
took another slobbering lick, right across my slit that was still
wet from my nap in class.
    I felt the absolutely absurd combination of
being aroused and terrified at the same time. I made no move to
change my position, in fear that the huge beast would simply maul
me for moving in a way that was unacceptable to him.
    It ended nearly as quickly as it began. The
werewolf sat on his haunches for a moment, his ears flicking down
the path, before he turned and bounded into the forest. Moments
later a group of students emerged from a span of darkness.
    I continued to stand stock still.
    The students, fairly uncaring, as kids like
me seem to be, continued walking. I attempted a casual
conversation, as they didn’t seem too worried about a giant
flesh-eating monster at all.
    “ Hey, guys, have you seen anything uh- weird lately?” They
gave me looks that suggested I was probably the only thing they
could class as ‘weird’ that day.
    They politely said they hadn’t seen anything
‘weird’ that day, and continued walking. After a few moments of
deep breaths, and reassuring myself that the beast was probably
gone, I walked at an accelerated pace towards my dorm.
    The next morning I woke up to find my
roommate typing anxiously at her keyboard, sipping coffee. I loved
the smell of coffee, but I loved sleep a little bit more.
    I stretched and mumbled a weary good
morning, before my roommate spoke, “You seemed pretty upset last
night, were you OK? You didn’t even really want to talk, which is
weird of you.”
    Ignoring the fact that she had just called
me chatty, she was right. Last night was weird, and I really wasn’t
entirely sure I was ready to discuss being slightly aroused by an
animal  or thing that wasn’t supposed to exist. If anyone was
going to understand, and not judge me for what had happened, it
would be my roommate. So I told her everything that had happened,
leaving out the fact that it had turned me on.
    She laughed.
    Well this certainly wasn’t the reaction I
was expecting, but luckily enough between a few hiccups of
laughter, she managed to explain, “You’re telling me, you were
nearly attacked by a seven foot tall werewolf in the woods on
campus?”
    I nodded, she seemed to have understood the
gist of the story.
    She continued laughing as she turned back to
the computer, opening a social media site. “Wait until I tell Katie
about this one,” She muttered.
    I sighed in response, I should have known
this would happen. I don’t see why I would’ve confided in anyone in
the first place, I wasn’t even sure I believed me. I was able to
separate reality and my dreams however, because after I had
returned home I had begun to dream about the werewolf. Under the
covers, as my roommate Alice faced her computer, supposedly telling
the world I was probably nuts, I reached down to feel my panties,
sopping wet with my juices. I was still aroused, and managed to
finger my clit for just a moment before Alice turned around.
    She eyed me up with a questioning look, “You
really think this happened, didn’t you?”
    My hand backed away from my clit