Chapter 4 4: Luther

“You have got to be kidding me!” Johnny grumbles.

Oh, if I could laugh in my wolf form, it would be for this moment right here. I’ve crawled my way onto the most plush thighs I have ever seen, my head nuzzled under her arm, facing away from the big dumb idiot trying to lift me.

“Chrissy, this thing is huge. I can’t even—” he grunts, trying once again to lift me behind the front legs. He doesn’t see me digging my claws into the ground and using every ounce of my muscles to stay exactly where I am. “I can’t even lift it! He’s the size of a horse!”

Chrissy gasps and covers my ears, her small hands barely big enough to pin my ears to my head.

“How dare you! He’s not a horse! He is a sweet injured puppy, and he’s scared!” She huffs, her fingers sliding from my ears and down into my scruff. I shiver with pleasure; it’s the best thing I have ever felt in my entire life. “Look what you did, he’s shaking! You are scaring him!”

“Chrissy, baby, this is a wild animal. We need to let nature take its course. Come on, stand up.”

“No.”

“No?”

I pull my head out from under her arm. I need to see this.

“You heard me!” She says, her voice trembling on the edge of hysterical yelling.

“Chrissy!” The brute’s face is turning red with rage. I watch him clench and unclench his hands as he starts to pace in front of her. If he hits her…

“Dammit, Johnny, look at you! You have muscles on your muscles. Are you really telling me that you can’t lift a dog?”

“You’ve seen me throw a log, Christina!” he growls, grabbing her by the shoulders and shaking her.

My fur bristles, and I let out a low warning growl, letting him see my nose wrinkle and a flash of my very large and formidable fangs. He tries to step back, but she grabs his wrist. I let my eyes flash to her face and have to do a double-take. The sweet, innocent, soft woman now looks like she’s developed a flame demon inside her, and she is about to explode.

“You did NOT just full name me!”

“Chrissy, come on now, I—”

“Don’t you Chrissy me!” she snarls, slipping out from underneath me and standing. 

I cock my head to the side and just watch, because how is this five-foot-nothing girl suddenly looking taller than the huge man shes glaring down, no up, at, and why is it working?

“I told you the day we first met that you were never to refer to me by that name!”

“Chrissy—”

“Shut up and listen!” She yanks his wrist, pulling him down to her eye level. “Are you a man or not? Are you good or not? You say you’re strong enough to throw a log, and yes, I’ve seen it, but I’m starting to wonder if that log had a cardboard core because I bet you dollars to donuts I could carry my puppy if I wanted to!”

I stand slowly, all four paws on the ground, my nails digging in and my teeth bared at Johnny. Contrary to his reddened face and angry expression, his cock is pushing against his too-tight jeans in a grotesque display of arousal.

“Go ahead then, Christina. I’d love to see this!” he yanks his wrist away and marches to the fallen tree. As he sits down, he folds his arms over his chest and crosses his legs to hide his boner. Both my eyes and his flick to where the tree was burning to verify it’s almost fizzled out in the rain. Good, no need to hurry.

“Fine! I will!” Chrissy flicks a lock of wet hair out of her face with an irritated hiss of breath. “Hey, sweet boy,” she croons, bending down to my level.

My tongue lolls out, and I lean forward, licking her face and then her chest. Her massive breasts are barely contained already, and bent over like this? Moon above, have mercy on my horny soul.

“That big meany over there says you’re too heavy for him. How about we prove him to be a whittle baby boy, hmm?”

I’ve never wanted to humiliate a man more in my life.

Let’s do this.

She stands up, ignoring the grumbling mocking Johnny is doing from the tree, and taps both hands on her chest. “Come here, boy!”

Oh fuck yes, your wish is my command! 

I stand on my back legs and put my paws on her shoulders. Fuck, I wish I could laugh in this form! My head towers over her by at least two feet.

“Oh my, what a good…giant…very good boy!” she says, clearly dumbstruck by my sheer size. If she thinks I’m big like this, wait until she sees my—

“Chrissy, stop,” Johnny sighs, pushing off the tree. “Your ankle is hurt. You could really hurt yourself trying this. Let's not play this game anymore.”

“Oh, so you think that because I’m small and fluff,y I can’t do this? Well, tie your shoes, dude, before I knock your socks off!” With one hilarious grunt, Chrissy wraps her arms around my furry waist and heaves.

I jump up slightly, trying everything I can to think light thoughts. I’m a feather. I am the air. I am not a giant werewolf, but a teeny tiny puppy curled up in her arms. With my back legs on either side of her luscious waist and my left paw strung over her shoulder, Chrissy manages to hold me off the ground for all of two seconds before her legs start to shake.

She takes one step, two, winces.

“This is ridiculous!” Johnny snarls. 

Before she can take a third step, Johnny storms over and grabs me by the scruff of the neck and the tail.

Light thoughts be fucking damned. 

I yelp as the mother fucker yanks me from true heaven and loops me over his shoulders like a dead stag. He holds my back legs in one overly huge meaty hand and my front legs in the other.

“Let’s just fucking go.”

“Right behind you!” Chrissy says, panting.

He starts walking, and I look behind him at Chrissy. “Thought you couldn’t carry him!” she whispers in a mocking tone before sticking her tongue out at him and marching along behind.

Shit, It’s over. 

I’m toast.

I’m completely and hopelessly in love with a tiny woman filled with so much attitude and snark that I know I’m in for a battle. 

I’ve never wanted to fight this fun little war and fuck that attitude right out of her, so she’s putty in my skilled hands so bad in my life.