Me and a few of my buddies used to donate plasma a lot, back when I was, like 23 years old or something. We were all unemployed derelicts at the time, so twice a week we'd donate, sit and get drunk on cheap beer with the scant cash we earned, talk about how hot the phlebotomists were who stuck the needles in us. There was this one time I had a severe crush on this hairy, werewoman chick, Bloodette, and I loved it when she was the one to "stick" me. I'd lie there on the comfortable, reclining orange cushion with my werewolf mask on and pump my hand, allowing my blood to circulate so as to transform it into plasma quicker, pretending to read obscure werewolf lore books as I imagined what Bloodette looked like naked underneath her drab, white medical scrubs. She had nice, round titties and smooth, creamy milk white skin that glistened underneath the plasma center's bright lighting. I imagined that if I ever sucked her succulent breasts out would come this warm, white milk made of liquid moon that I would swallow and live forever. The best thing about her was that she had hair above her lips, almost as thick as a moustache, and I imagined that her pussy must be soooo hairy, and that she even had sprouts of gorgeous hair surrounding her nipples. With so much blood around, a plasma donation center was usually a hot spot for vampire chicks, but Bloodette was definitely higher evolved and most certainly a hirsute werewoman!

Every time Bloodette stuck the needle into my arm, I got a little nervous and a little hard. Her big, tender titties would press against my ribs as she bent down, pressing my bluish-green, beautiful bulging veins and looking for a nice place to puncture one of them. I always got off on the fact that I liked to wear loose jogging pants when I donated, so that she could see my werewolf wood jutting out from my crotch as I felt that sharp, piercing pain while her needle pierced my flesh. "You've got nice veins,and I really dig your werewolf mask," she said to me once, and that was all it took to enrapture me towards her, become enamored and consumed, and eventually obsessed with her. Like I said, she had a moustache that was just faint enough to be effeminate yet savage enough to bring out the howling wolf inside of me. I knew that she listened to alot of werewolf heavy metal, read books about circus freaks and biographies of bearded ladies; and all of this added up to the fact that I wanted to fuck her hairy pussy so bad. Sexually, she drove me crazy and I lusted for her like mad. I still think of her and jerk off to this day, writhing in a bed full of my own furballs while thinking of her hairy taco.

Gallery: Ravishing redheaded hairy girl has a mound of pussy fur between her legs.

I was an obsessive, mentally-unbalanced lycanthrope back then-- just coming to a true understanding of my own werewolf nature--and sticking my dick in this chick became something I just HAD to do. Unfortunately, in the awkward environment of the plasma center I found it difficult to speak with her in private. I'd overheard Bloodette saying she liked a strange werewolf heavy metal band called "Lycanthroat" so I bought a copy of their Greatest Hits hoping it could give me some sort of clue, that this music would spark some form of vision on how I could mate with this luscious werewoman. After a few weeks of hearing the Lycanthroat CD over and over, I started to believe that their lead singer wanted me to start stalking Bloodette and I chose to go through with it, hoping she would get a chill and pleasant rush from the mystery and excitement of it all. One night after I donated, I hid in the bushes, headphones over my ears, and waited for Bloodette to leave work. Slyly and secretly, I followed her home with a different werewolf mask on so she couldn't recognize me, careful to remain at least twenty feet behind her, rubbing my crotch the whole way. Giddily, I waited for her to get inside her second story apartment as I climbed upon her porch and retrieved the address from her mailbox. I was also very excited that she lived only a block away from me.

Later that night, after drinking over a 12 pack of BLOOODweiser (Hee!), I dropped my first anonymous stalker letter into her mailbox. Over the next few weeks I would repeat this process, sending her about three letters per week, mostly this cutesy, creepy rhyming stuff about the hairy moon and the smell of sweet fur. Some of the letters I would put stamps on and sent via courier, but I received a special thrill from dropping most of them into her mailbox in person, at night and drunk off my ass on lust and obsession, wondering if she would ever catch me in the act. The best and creepiest part is that during this whole time I was still going into the plasma center and having Bloodette stick needles into me, small-talking with her about the latest werewolf movies to come out, secretly lusting for her, getting some unfair, clandestine thrill out of being her "werewolf stalker" who was right there in her midst, and her not knowing it. I mean, I hardly ever said a word to this girl so she had no clue it was me.

Gallery: This horny dirty blonde wears a scarf while showing her hirsute vagina.

Eventually, though, my creeper stalker fun would end. Me and a couple of my friends were drunk one afternoon on our plasma money, and one of them said he had seen Bloodette at a bar recently. He'd overheard her talking to a friend about my anonymous letters, and that she seemed frightened. Trashed, being an idiot and overpowered by this feeling of being Bloodette's 'Knight in Plasma-Stained Armor,' my friend admitted to me that he ratted me out. He says to me, his voice all slurred, 'But dude, she seemed real scared, man, and you've been doing this shit over a month now . . I figured it was time to let her know . . sorry.' At first I was extremely pissed at my friend until he then told me that after Bloodette found out who I was('The guy who was always wearing a werewolf mask' as she described me to my friend), that she calmed down, said she likeD the way I combed the fur on my mask, that it looked sort of cute, and that she might actually be interested. (?!!)

Bingo!!- - was my first reaction, but then I started to get nervous, thinking of what a lot of those idiotic, love-sick-seeming letters said, and I became suddenly extremely embarrassed, didn't want to face Bloodette at all. I was a complete stranger who had done such an obnoxious, intrusive, and honestly rather rude thing to her, I know. I couldn't get myself to go into the plasma center and talk to her. Not having a job, I began to grow hungry after a couple days, needing to donate plasma for nourishment. My brain deprived of its proper vitamins, my body forsaken from its food, my mind became delirious as I thought of Bloodette constantly, meditating on the possibility of her soft, swinging hairy titties; brooding over the promise of her sweet, tight hairy vaginal hole and her furry ass, in my face, would be like the special pillow one should get for his last night on death row. In a frenzy of desperation, I went and pawned off my microwave, went to the mall and bought all this clothing in an attempt to dress and look just like the object of my hairy obsession: women's pink, wolf fur underwear, wolfskin bras and short skirts. I purchased a wig that looked just like Bloodette's hair; put on a fake moustache and adorned myself so fancily, wore black lipstick around the apartment, prancing around drunk, listening to Lycanthroat songs over and over and acting like a werewoman faerie. If I could not talk to Bloodette, then I would be Bloodette, I thought to myself, as I lied on my bed in near ecstasy, my hands down my wolf fur panties, rubbing my cock, jamming it down my crotch, underneath my balls until it disappeared and I lied my hairy ass upon it, pretending it was Bloodette's sweet hairy pussy between my legs, so wet for me, so wet for the guy in the werewolf mask who stalked her and whose plasma she took from him twice a week.

Gallery: Some real nice tits on this perky, bubbly hirsute girl.

Then suddenly the next day I looked in the mirror. In my obsessive, neurotic delusion I felt I honestly did look just like Bloodette, or at least definitely not like myself. I got this brilliant idea that I could dress up as Bloodette, go into the plasma center to donate so I wouldn't starve; no one would recognize me, and Bloodette would be none the wiser! So that morning I put on a wolf fur sweater, just like Bloodette's; I wore a wig; I wore a skirt, just like Bloodette's, and these red and white candy cane-striped panty hose, facial make-up, fake moustache and everything, and entered the plasma center like I was just some random hairy girl wanting to donate for the first time. Later, people would tell me that I looked fairly grotesque and ridiculous but in my delusional, obsessive, delirious state I didn't know any better. I was screened by the workers downstairs who all looked at me warily; some giggled; but I managed to pass the cursory examination of requisite pulse-rate, blood pressure, etc., and soon found myself on the "bleed floor" upstairs, in front of Bloodette, herself!

"Name and donor number?" she asked me.

Gallery: This chick loves to blow bubbles and she also loves cocks in her furry vagina.

"176418," I replied as she directed me to where I would lie. She stuck the needle in as usual, paying me no particular heed as I drooled over her, so glad to once again feel her breasts against my side, getting off so much on the fact I'd invaded her life with those letters, that even though she knew it was me who sent them, in my "She Wolf" disguise she didn't know it was me who was in front of her. My plan was working and my wolfen penis became extremely hard, rubbing against my wolf fur underwear and towering through my skirt as Bloodette glanced at it! She saw my erection through the furry panties and skirt! Hee! I lied there pumping my hand, watching my blood flow through the thin, transparent tube, saw my golden plasma slowly dripping into the collection bottle below, feeling like Bloodette, feeling her breasts growing through my chest, wanting me to massage her hairy nipples. Feeling that her warm, wild hairy vagina lied between my legs in place of my dick as I wore her clothes and communed with her howling, moonlit werewoman soul. After an hour of this daylight lunar madness, my plasma bottle was almost full.

Bloodette saw that my cycle was near completion so she walked over to extract the needle from my arm. My jutting werewwolf hardon began jittering back and forth, doing a dance underneath my loose jogging pants as Bloodette stood once again by my side, looking at my erection. It seemed to have a life of its own, my cock was flopping all about, needing released from its bondage as the plasma oozed out of my veins and the energy became drained from my heart from just looking at Bloodette's beautiful face and the gorgeous moustache above her lips. "Looks like we have wild one," Bloodette said, referring to my dick. Hearing her mention it felt like shock treatment being thumped against my chest. Then seeing her give me a wicked smile made me pump my fist even faster.

"It senses when it is in the presence of true werewoman beauty," I managed to say to Bloodette and it was the most words I'd ever said to her in person.

Gallery: Flat-chested cutie has a hairy pink pussy to show you. Oh yeah, she also has a hot little ass!

"I don't know whether to pull the needle out of your arm or start playing with that big dick of yours," Bloodette then said to my amazement. My cock got even harder, longer, and it started screaming for release so strongly that I lost my mind and actually lowered my jogging pants to allow it to breathe. My aching boner stood there naked now before Bloodette in its gorgeous grandeur. I looked at Bloodette and her eyes started glowing red. The hair above her lips began to rustle as she actually began to take off her white scrubs, tossed them to the white tile floor. Underneath she was completely naked. She had large, hanging soft milk-white titties with large, pink carnation nipples. On each of her nipples grew sprouts of dark brown hair. Her armpits each had a patch of wild, writhing hair growing underneath them and her vagina was a furry wonderland. It was covered in a large bush of dark auburn pubes. Her head hair was cut into a "bob" and dyed pitch black but her pussy hair told me that she was a natural red-head. I pumped by hand even faster, letting the plasma pour from my veins and into the bottle. My heart beat even quicker, thumping like a voodoo drum as I watched Bloodette grab my cock while straddling herself atop me, right in front of all the other phlebotomists and plasma donors.

"Bloodette! what the hell is going on over there?!" I heard one of Bloodette's co-workers scream from the other end of the room. "UUUUUUHHHHHHH," I began to moan in absolute, utter ecstacy as Bloodette lowered her hairy pussy atop my cock, her furry fuck-hole sliding down my dick nice and slow and massaging me into madness. She looked deep into the eyes hidden within my werewolf mask and hissed, "You fucking freak. I know you're the one who has been sending me those anonymous stalker letters. And don't think you fooled me one minute wearing that ridiculous get-up, trying to look like me. All the girls downstairs knew it was you when they screened you. You don't think one of them called up here to let me know you were coming up?"

"I'm sorry," I said, groaning, "but I only send stalker letters to the ones I truly love. I didn't mean to scare you."

"You scared me alright," Bloodette said in between her squeals of pleasure as my cock stretched out and penetrated her tight, furry love hole, "you scared me right into wanting to fuck the shit out of you. I've been waiting for you to come in ever since your friend told me about you. I've been listening to Lycanthroat all week and their lead singer has been sending me hidden messages in the music, saying you have a nice cock and that I should fuck you."

Gallery: Looking at this babe makes me horny for pussy hair. How about you?

I lied there marveling over the power of music to bring people closer together. I lied there feeling every single atom of my being being drained. From my veins flowed the glistening, golden plasma into the plastic bottle which was now full and near bursting. The needle was still in my arm and the prick of it in my skin coalesced with the sweet pleasure I felt while Bloodette slowly drained my balls, gliding her tight hairy muff up and down on my dick as I grabbed her large, gelatinous breasts and looked deep into her red, glowing eyes. She was hissing and howling, her bobbed hair flying about wildly as she bounced up and down on me, grinding and galloping, pressing me hard against the orange vinyl cushion while from my heart became drained all my love, all my lust, all of my starved, obsessive impulses were now being released into her hairy vagina as I screamed at the top of my lungs, "I'M CUMMING!

I ejaculated inside of Bloodette just as the top of my plasma bottle burst open and my plasma began splattering to the floor. Bloodette came, too, howling up toward the ceiling as her red eyes glowed so intensely that the entire room became filled with an eerie, transluscent blood-crimson glow. A couple of her fellow phlebotomists rushed over, one with a mop, to clean up the plasma on the floor as Bloodette just stayed atop of me, my cock still deep inside her hairy werewoman vagina, the two of us united through the music of Lycanthroat and our mutual need for furry, hair-covered companionship. Bloodette was fired from her job for her public act of fucking that day but we still got together for a few months afterwards until she mysteriously disappeared and left town, following the music of the moon and going wherever it takes her. Such is the way the hirsute werewoman and such is the way of true lunar love.