Alpha Male [Man to Female Werewolf TG]

Tier Reward for Silver Ranze

Ethan thinks he’s an alpha male, but when he takes a late-night walk and runs afoul of a werewolf, he learns what a real alpha is and how it feels to be taken by one. 

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Ethan leaned back in his chair, the sleeves of his fitted leather jacket stretching over bulging biceps. Dark hair, tousled from a night of drinking and dancing, framed a square jawline and high cheekbones. He grinned and winked at the local blonde looking his way, and laughed when she blushed. Ethan was used to this sort of attention; he was the kind of man who made heads turn without even trying.

Especially here, where he had the advantage of being a mysterious foreigner. He’d arrived in Germany a week ago and was loving it; his current little hamlet was famous for the local brewery, so he had spent the better part of the evening tasting every drink they had and charming the local women. 

He was no stranger to being the centre of attention. In fact, he thrived on it. His deep laugh, sharp blue eyes, and his thick, muscular arms, he was handsome and he knew it. A real alpha male. All those stories of buff German men had been false, even surrounded by burly-looking farmers, he was still the strongest, most eligible bachelor in the room. The pretty blonde approached and they shared another drink, slowly moving closer until Ethan had his hand on her leg.

“Why don’t we take a stroll?” He whispered, “The forest at the side of town has plenty of shadows. I am sure we could have some privacy…”

“The forest?” The woman blinked in fear, "Oh no, the full moon brings things out of the woods. Things you don’t want to meet."

Ethan laughed it off. Europeans were so superstitious. This silly girl probably couldn’t tell a bear from a wolf anyway. 

“Come on, I could protect you.” 

“No, it’s too dangerous…” The woman said, slipping off her stool, “I should go, and stay away from those woods, Mister American, trust me. Monsters live there.”

Ethan let out a disappointed sigh. Oh well, there would be another woman, just as beautiful, tomorrow night. He slapped a few euros onto the counter and sauntered toward the door. The moon was rising, casting long shadows across the cobblestones, and Ethan was feeling like he needed to stretch his legs.

"Maybe I'll prove there’s nothing to be afraid of," he muttered to himself with a cocky grin.

It was only a forest. Who cared if some drunk locals thought it was cursed? The path into the woods was just a few streets away, and he scoffed. If it were really so scary, they wouldn’t have built bars so close. He walked with the kind of deliberate swagger that came from a man who’d never been told no. He wasn’t scared of anything; he’d been a champion football player in college, and that was before he’d even started lifting seriously at the gym. If he did run into some sort of monster, he’d fight it off no problem. 

The deeper he went, the darker it became. The trees seemed to crowd together, almost blocking out the moonlight entirely. But Ethan kept his head high, walking deeper just for the thrill of it. The bath was straight enough, he wasn’t worried about getting lost. 

“Oh monster! Come out, come out wherever you are!” he called, laughing when nothing but the wind replied. 

But then, suddenly, the air shifted.

The forest grew still, unnaturally still. The wind that had been whispering through the branches before stopped completely. Then, the wind howled. No, it wasn;t the wind; the sound was raw and beastial. For a moment, Ethan paused. Then smirked.

“Alright, come on, man. You’re not some scared little kid,” he muttered, trying to steady his breath. “It’s just a wolf. A big fucking dog.”

But the more he walked, the more uneasy he felt. It was like the forest suddenly had eyes, and he couldn’t shake the feeling he was being watched. 

“Alright,” he grumbled, “This is stupid. I’m done with this.”

He turned to go, but that howl echoed through the woods again, louder this time. His muscles tensed, his eyes darting from tree to tree. The full moon overhead burned brighter, sending silver light through the branches and illuminating a shape that was most definitely not a person. 

A wolf loomed in the shadows, but it stood far too tall. Ethan felt his heart begin to race as it slowly stepped out of the darkness, revealing that it was no ordinary wolf at all. The creature stood on two legs, like a person, but towered over him; its exaggerated, bestial proportions putting it closer to animal than man and yet still recognisably more than an animal. It had the head of a wolf: pointed ears, an elongated snout and sharp teeth. Its broad chest heaved with heavy breaths, and its hot breath fogged the air as it approached, its footsteps quiet despite its immense size and bulk. Ts legs bent backwards, in place of regular feet were paws with yet more sharp claws. 

A werewolf.

Ethan’s mouth was dry; his mouth opened, but no sounds came out. Pure terror was flowing through his veins. He wanted to believe this was some sort of prank but the way the creature moved, it was too real to be some sort of suit. Its eyes looked at him with hunger, and he felt his knees tremble. 

“I’m not scared of you…” He muttered, “I’m an alpha male, we don’t know fear…”

Repeating the rhetoric he’d learned didn’t help, though. He’d never felt less like an alpha in his life. Not when compared to this…thing. It was fully revealed now; all muscle and thick black fur. Its long nails glinted in the darkness, catching the moonlight as it lowered itself down on all fours. 

It growled, and Ethan felt his fight or flight instinct kick in; it chose flight. He turned and bolted, which he realised a second too late was exactly what the beast wanted. There was the sound of heavy footfalls behind him as Ethan ran, then hot breath near his neck as fangs pierced his skin. The teeth sank into his flesh, and he cried out, falling to the ground with the creature atop him. 

Ethan trembled and waited for the end, but it didn't come. Instead, the beast let go and backed off, slinking half back into the treeline to watch him curiously. Ethan’s hand went to his neck; the bite was burning painfully, and he expected to feel blood, but instead, his skin was dry. Well, save for the drool seeping into his wound. Speaking of the wound, it was healing, far faster than should have been possible; Ethan could actually feel the indents smoothing under his fingertips, and he scrambled back down the path in fear. 

Ethan wasn't sure why the beats had let him go, but he wasn’t about to waste the chance. He stumbled to his feet and kept running, fear of fear burning at the corners of his eye. He only made it a few steps, though, before that burning sensation in his bite started to spread. He stumbled, tripping over his own feet as pinpricks of pain started to spread all over his body. It felt like there was something inside him, clawing to get out. 

The werewolf moved forward, watching him in silence, that same hungry look in its eyes. The pain seemed to double, and Ethan screamed, only instead of a normal, human sound, it came out as a howl. 

He felt his features start to shift: his face elongated into a snout as silver fur began to burst from his skin. Despite the terror, Ethan felt his heart race with excitement as well. He didn’t want to be a werewolf, but at least as a monster, he could take his revenge. He was an alpha human; he’d be an alpha wolf as well. Determined, he grinned at the werewolf; his teeth sharpening to fangs. 

“This was your mistake!” He snarled as his fingers began to lengthen and his feet burst through his shoes. Huge and furry, twice the size of his human feet. 

He felt his body bursting out of his clothes, tearing them to shreds. His jeans started to split right across his ass as it swelled slightly, and a tail pushed through as his spine lengthened. But then, something else started to happen. He felt a strange pressure in his chest; it felt like it was pressing outwards. The skin ebneath his fur was tingling and ballooning out, round and bouncy, almost like…breasts? That couldn’t be right, and yet, Ethan was powerless to stop it. He watched as two dark pink nipples, almost like teats, poked through his fur. His chest turned heavy as the breasts hung low off him on all fours.

“What? No!”

That wasn't the only thing; there was pressure between his legs. The last shreds of his clothing were falling off now, and he twisted to try and see. His eyes burned as dark vision set in, just in time for him to watch as his cock disappeared into his silver fur and a hollow, hot hole took its place. He wasn't just being transformed into a werewolf, but a female one! 

Ethan rolled onto his back, gasping for breath. The pain had faded now, leaving his whole body hot and sensitive beneath his fur. Moonlight illuminated his breasts as they rose and fell, and his eyes fixed on the silver orb in the sky. For a moment, he stilled, utterly mesmerised; how had he never noticed how beautiful the moon was? Before he could stop himself, he was standing, eyes locked on the sphere, and he raised his head in a howl. 

His blood thrummed, adrenaline pumping, and there was something else. A need he couldn’t quite explain. His body burned for it; he needed…something. So badly it made him fall to his knees and keen. His new pussy was wet; his tail lashed eagerly, fanning the heat with cold night air. Ethan didn't want to admit he was horny; what sort of freak got turned on by the moon of all things? Especially after what he’d just gone through. 

Ethan panted, his tongue lolling out of his mouth. He could see his hot breath fogging the cold night air. And then, his sharp ears twitch at the sound of footprints on the ground. Heavy ones, and equally heavy breathing. The werewolf. He turned to find it half standing over him, standing over him, huge, muscular, fur-covered body and bright yellow eyes staring him down with a low growl in its throat. 

Fear thrummed in Ethan’s veins, but also…something else. An overwhelming need to submit. It sent a shiver down his spine, and he felt his new pussy moisten between his muscular thighs. Despite the transformation and all the strength it brought, Ethan still felt helpless. This werewolf was still stronger than him in body and mind. The wolf stepped toward him on all fours, clawed hands digging into the hard ground with ease. 

It stalked in circles around Ethan in a circle, that low rumble in its chest getting louder and louder. Ethan could almost feel the sound in his own chest, and his new breasts responded, nipples tightening. He didn’t want to be turned on by this monster, but some new instinct in him was growing as the werewolf stood up again, revealing that it was very much male. Male, and larger than any human man could ever be. Ethan’s mouth went dry. 

His eyes were locked on the werewolf's cock as it slowly hardened. That need to submit got stronger and stronger along with it. Ethan tried to get to his feet but ended up on all fours; it felt more natural this way, especially when the werewolf approached him and began to lick at the fur on his neck. The smell of him filled Ethan’s nostrils, and he shuddered, resisting the urge to nuzzle up against the creature to get more. 

“Submit to your Alpha…” It grumbled, and Ethan stiffened, both in surprise at the creature speaking and fear as his body responded. 

All at once, his skin felt hot beneath the fur, and the warmth between his legs turned to a burn. His body was screaming at him to mate; to use all that leftover adrenaline from the change to please his new alpha. 

“No.” He whispered, “I’m not…I’m an alpha, not you.”

“Not anymore.” The werewolf rumbled and bit down on Ethan’s shoulder, not hard enough to break the skin, but hard enough to hurt. He gasped as pleasure pooled in his stomach. It felt so good to be dominated. When the werewolf finally let go, he whimpered. Ethan wanted more; he wanted it again. 

He couldn't help himself; he lifted his tail and ass in the air, presenting himself. He was so horny, he couldn’t think straight, he could barely speak, and the werewolf gripped his hips and slowly dragged him towards his cock. Ethan felt the tip brush his folds, and he whimpered with need. Once again, the werewolf ordered:

“Submit.”

Ethan shuddered.

“...yes.”

With that, the werewolf thrust forward and took him. Ethan’s tongue lolled as the werewolf began to hump against him, chest pressed to Ethan’s back, arms around his middle to hold him in place. Those large, strong hands felt so good against him. So strong. 

They were fucking like dogs, no, like wolves. Ethan was trapped in the alpha’s grasp, unable to move away even if he wanted to, and he certainly didn't want to anymore. Nothing, not the best whore in Europe, could ever give him as much pleasure as the Alpha was right now. 

Ethan lifted his head and howled in pleasure, announcing to the whole forest that his Alpha had claimed him. But the sound was cut short as teeth bit down on his shoulder, pain adding to the pleasure as his Alpha claimed every last inch of him. Those large hands gripped his breasts, using them to hold him upright as the alpha continued to thrust, taking him hard and fast. 

Ethan silenced himself and was rewarded as the alpha’s cock brushed against some deep part of himself that made Ethan see stars. He wanted to beg for it again, but knew it would only make the slapha slow down. So instead, he rolled his hips, trying to angle himself so the cock could go deeper, fuck him harder. 

With each thrust, Ethan felt a sense of loyalty welling up inside him. He belonged to this wolf now, his alpha. He would be whatever he needed, do whatever he wanted. Every desire Ethan had ever had was slowly slipping away, only to be replaced with one burning desire: to please his alpha. 

He panted and howled like the bitch in heat he was, and came. Then again. His alpha was strong, though. He kept going, no matter how tightly Ethan squeezed him, which of course only made him cum again. They continued to fuck until the moon finally set, and Ethan was exhausted. Finally, his alpha came inside him, the ultimate reward for a werewolf bitch. Ethan threw back his head and howled in delight, his whole body spasming beneath the alpha’s strong hold.

Finally, the wolf pulled out and gently lowered him to the ground before licking gently at his muzzle. Ethan groaned and submitted, lapping up the affection happily. They lay together on the forest floor, Ethan’s legs sticky with the cum that his body hadn’t been able to hold. Till finally, the alpha nudged him up, motioning towards the forest, away from the path he’d walked as a human. Obidiently, Ethan got to his feet and followed. His new life as his alpha’s breeder had begun, and he couldn’t wait to see where it took him.