Layers (Incomplete) - Page 4

CNash · 07-24-2013

Thanks for continuing this story! I like that you didn't immediately jump into an action scene and instead let our protagonist continue her journey into womanhood a little. Roll on the next chapter!

LycanDope · 07-24-2013

Does it work well? The thoughts and characterizations?

CNash · 07-24-2013

Yes, I'd say so. It's still very stream-of-consciousness, which is good, but now tempered by the presence of other characters, so it's not quite so one-sided as when the story began.

I kept thinking that an alternate title for the story could be "Instinct". The wolves are just running on pure instinct at all times; it's pulling the protagonist and Elaine and Stephen in directions that they don't fully understand. The big problem facing the protagonist is (I feel) that she's letting her new werewolf instincts take over far too readily because her other new reality - being a woman - hasn't quite sunk in. The shopping trip reinforces this; she really doesn't know how to be a woman, and she's being forced to cope with two new natures. Comparatively, Elaine and Stephen have it easy...

darkkol · 08-04-2013

Really good story. I like how you have developed it further than just the initial tg, tf and sex. You could have probably ended it there but I like how you are continuing the story. It will be interesting to see where you take the characters and it will be interesting to see how the main hero will deal with all that there is to be her old male self and if there are anything connections between her new state and her old manhood.

I look forward to your next chapter. and congrats on getting me to post. :P

LycanDope · 08-06-2013

Thanks! I think I have a really good ending planned

I hope y'all enjoy it...

LycanDope · 08-30-2013

This is a rewrite of Chapter 7. I've added over 2000 words to this chapter and cleaned it up, prepping it for how I'd like it to play out. Adding some little details here, changing a few small things there. Apologies for the rewrite!
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Elaine turns to look at the two men across the street. I watch as she closes her eyes and sniffs. A strand of her red hair comes loose in the wind and flutters across her small, freckled nose. I watch her hair move and marvel at the way she looks. There's a complicated play of emotions running through my body while I watch. She's attractive to me - very much so. But, I feel this ache deep in my soul that makes me think of some base emotion - something deeper than love. I can't put it into words exactly but I want to take her and just go. Her and Stephen. I want to just leave and explore and ignore the world around us. It's -- it feels like life. Like they're both a piece of me. Perhaps I just want to run away from the life I had now that I'm a woman but I feel a near panic that I can't identify and it makes me want to run far away. It's a completely alien feeling but it's suddenly very strong. And then, like the wind toying with Elaine's hair, something shifts and the feeling is gone.

Elaine's delicate brows furrow before she takes one last deep breath. "I'm not smelling anything. I mean, it's different now with what I can smell. Everything is way stronger but I just smell the city. Smoke and food and a lot of weird stuff. It stinks. Are you sure about them?" She turns to me and pulls her loose hair back behind her ear. I feel my loose hair playing along the back of my neck but I ignore it. Even if I like the way it feels and what it means for it to be there. Stoically ignoring it.

Elaine watches my loose hair like a cat eyeing a loose string fluttering in the air. "We should get you a scrunchie for your hair. Oh my gosh! Can I put a scrunchie in your hair?! The first scrunchie you've ever worn?! Wait, is it? Would it be the first scrunchie ever?" Her eyes are twinkling and she's both extremely excited at the prospect and holding back a laugh. I figure it's thirty seconds before she's bouncing and clapping. Or digging through her purse to find some hair band. Do I need a purse? Should I get one? What would I use it for?

I grin at Elaine's enthusiasm but turn back to the two young men. To my nose, the world is a complex tapestry of smells and sounds, woven together into a massive, moving piece of art. As with paintings, I see the whole and I get a sense of what's there but some subtle smells have no definition to me. I would have to concentrate to figure out the small detail or hidden meaning and it is so far too difficult at the moment for me to distinguish anything beyond the mostly obvious, "This is a painting of two women lounging with other people around them." Or, "This is the smell of a city with food vendors and sewage and people and cars and so much more." I can't and don't want to figure out exactly what kind of poop is on the ground to my left. I just know it's not cat or dog poop. I sigh mentally. Great. I have the super power to figure out what isn't dog poop. Awesome.

But... there's a certain smell coming from the two men. It's an earthy smell mixed with a dog smell. Kind of a dog smell. Almost like a dog that's been rolling around in something smelly and is possibly also wet but, still a dog. And there's a slow burning anger. Some other virulent red smell is mixed in with everything else as well. Yes. Red is a smell. Or at least it is mentally now. Blood red. Hot blood red. I'm grinding my teeth from the way they smell. I can't even say exactly how I can tell it's coming from them. Well, I take that back. It's mixed in with the smell of cigarette smoke and boys and... I take a quick look around... Yeah, they're the closest people except for the ones in the store and that's a whole other set of scents.

Overhead, a white bird (a quick look up and my eyes focus way better than they used to - it's a pure white pigeon) is heading straight for us before a hawk swoops in and takes it with barely a pause. Its triumphant screech drills into my ear.

"No. It's them. And they smell bad. In the sense of something wrong. Well, hell, and bad, too. I think we should just avoid them, Elaine. I don't think it's safe. Let's just let them be." A strand of my hair nearly puts my eye out as the wind shifts for a moment and I growl quietly. "Maybe I will let you put a thing on my hair. I get to pick the color, though because I'll be damned if I wear pink." The door to the Goodwill tinkles open and I turn towards it and then wish I hadn't - a tsunami of perfume nearly floors me.

Elaine is less affected by the smells coming from inside the store. I'm blinking back tears while she stares mournfully up at me with puppy dog eyes. She reaches for me with both hands and paws at me, like a cat pawing at a door to be let in. "But, but, but. You'd look so pretty in a pink scrunchie! Oh my gosh, please? Please can we?" She follows me into the store, still begging.

I had never realized exactly how much clothing thrift stores have for women until I became one. A woman, not a thrift store. I was happy with my four short rows of men's clothes. They were easy to go through. One row for t-shirts, another for blue jeans and then two rows for work clothes. Oh god. Work. I need to figure out what I'm doing there. Elaine glances at my sudden stress but I wave her away. Something to think about later.

"Elaine," I whisper to her out of the corner of my mouth while looking around the miles of women's clothing. "There are a fuck ton of clothes here." As I look around at the warehouse sized area, I instinctively find the exits and my eyes dart to see where everyone is standing and what they look like. Mostly older people. No threats. Easy to get out. Large, mostly open area except for the aisles but they're free standing racks and easy to knock over. Weird. It's weird. My reaction. Weird and new. Elaine is looking around but she doesn't seem to be doing the same thing - she's just gleefully eyeing all of the clothes around her.

"I know! Isn't it great. Come on - we'll start with pants. And then dresses? Skirts? Can we?" I can't look at her. I know the look she'll be giving me. The pouty lip puppy dog eye. I can't say no to that shit.

"Maybe. I don't even know what size I am, Elaine. I was a size 34 before but after, well, after it happened, I went down to a 30 as a guy. When I changed and then changed back. Ugh. I suck at complaining. But, whatever it did, it made me lose weight when I went back to being a man. And, umm, a 32 long. I'm bigger as a woman so maybe 34? 36? And 33 long?" Elaine is watching me in that way people do when they're letting you ramble on because you're making a fool of yourself but they're either too nice to say something or they want to see how far you'll go.

I watch Elaine contemplate letting me continue on with my little meandering speech but she decides to step in before I make it worse. She lays a gentle hand on my arm and adopts her most pitying look. "I... I hate to be the one to tell you but..." She bites her lip and glances away. "The people that designed women's clothing never settled on a standard. Sweetheart..." She looks back and the muscles in her face are fighting an epic battle with one side wanting to laugh at me and the other trying to pretend to sob. "You're fucked. We'll have to look at all the things. All of them." Her laugher wins out and I take a non-serious swing at her but she dodges easily. She's quite fast, even in play.

"Fine," I growl. "Fine. We'll look at the damn things."

Her lips are trembling with barely repressed laughter. "Aww, are you pouting?"

"Elaine..." I start but she holds up her hands in surrender and breathes deeply to cool off. "What sense does it make not to have a standard size? An inch is an inch everywhere unless your tape measure is off."

Elaine chortles again. "Or unless you're a guy trying to impress a girl."

I laugh with her this time. "Oh, shit. Tell me about it, right?" I do a mental double-take seconds after the words leave my mouth. I'm starting to sound like a woman. I was thinking about the people that lied on Craigslist but when I say it out loud, it just rolled off my tongue and I kind of did think mostly about how guys will lie to get in your pants. So far that I've seen in my brief stint as a woman. "Also, I need a bra desperately. Or something. A jacket. Sweatshirt. This shirt is driving me nuts with my nipples. And distracting me badly. In a good way. But badly. Everybody can see them. I can barely breathe in this shirt and they ache. Should they ache? I think you guys sucked on them too much. I'm complaining at all but I'm not a damn cow."

My eyes wander over to the cash register as I survey and I spot an old man giving me an eye. I skim past like normal and then stop as the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. He's not just looking at me. He's LOOKING at me. As a guy, I've had people glance over at me or look at me because I was in their way or because they were talking to me. This is different. Very different. He's not moving his head but his eyes are roaming over my entire body and now I'm keenly aware of myself. Aware of my heavy breasts against my chest, how warm it feels where the skin from my tits are touching the skin of my chest. VERY aware of how the fabric of the shirt rubs lightly against my nipples. Also aware of how that makes me feel deep inside. The very absence of my dick and this pussy between my legs still makes me want to reach a hand down my pants to touch myself. Years and years of having a dick is very hard to shake off. All of that is what the old man is looking at. My hips and tits and face. So I stare back. And wait. It takes him somewhere around 30 seconds to notice my glare and then he just turns and finishes his business. No shame or anything.

It bothers me and I can't figure out why. If I were still a man and a woman did the same thing, I'd probably preen a bit. Perhaps. If she were attractive. If she were older and not my type, I just wouldn't care. That can't be it, can it? Is it because the guy is older? Elaine starts off towards a random rack and I follow while I think it over. Is it shallow? Does it matter?

What I do know is that I don't like the way the guy looked at me. It makes me aware of who I am now. Even though I've been very conscious of the way this body feels, I'd forgotten that it isn't mine. That it isn't me. Seeing the way the old man stared brings it all back and I feel the urge to find a corner and hide. I feel vulnerable and exposed and, well, naked. I didn't want to be reminded how I'd changed. Not yet. I was happy just being me in my own little world, aware of who I was internally but not... Oh. Is that what it's like for women? The whole inequality thing? Listen to me, boiling it down to a simple 'Oh, right, that inequality thing' like it's that simple and no big deal. But, perhaps that's the edge of it. I was fine being me, the core of who I am and have been still there and then this old fuck leers at me and I'm suddenly reminded I'm a woman with tits and an ass and a pussy ripe for pounding. I nearly growl. Just not from him. I have my mate. My mates. They're MINE. But now I'm reminded that I'm very much out of my element and I'm a woman. What if I changed back right now? What if it's all some trick? Ugh.

"Elaine, this old guy-" I stop. I know what I'll see when I look over at her. She's excited. I look anyway and, yeah, she's staring at my tits, too. She's not even trying to hide it. She's got this slightly dazed expression on her face and a blush creeping up her neck. I can smell her hunger. "Jesus. You're both creepy. Come on, Creepy. Help me with finding clothes. I can't breathe right with this shirt on."

Elaine blinks at me owlishly several times and makes this little double-handed pulling motion. "You could always take it off, you know? The shirt. I wouldn't mind helping you with that." She's grinning like a mischievous little weasel (still like a playful otter in my mind with her looking and acting like she does - all lean and playful) and trying to play it off like a joke but I can smell her wetness. I know she still wants me. Badly. I can almost taste her in my mouth. The taste and texture of her sweet little vagina. And I can remember the not-so-little she-wolf slinking after me with her golden eyes and red fur.

"Shirts. And pants. Focus, Elaine, or we'll never get out of here."

Women's clothing is a chaotic and infuriating mess and it does not help that I'm six feet tall as a woman. A sturdy six feet tall. Elaine is a whirlwind of arms as she grabs things and holds them up to me. Most things are too tight in the hips or too short in the arms and legs because apparently, women should be 5 feet, 5 inches tall and about 130 pounds and God help you if you deviate from that. Unless you're 5'5" and 300 pounds. Then you're good. Beyond those two sizes, it's a snipe hunt for decent things that fit. It appears that most clothing manufacturers don't see fit to market to six foot tall farm girl body type. And the clothing that does fit? Not cute... Whoa, wait. Ummm, mental shift... I meant not attractive. Cute is a weird I use to describe things that pretty girls do. It is not something I use to describe clothing I may or may not be interested in.

So, clothes. I like green. Light green. I will never, ever admit it to anyone else but I like the way a light (but not pastel) green top looks with my blond hair and hazel (a little more golden in the light today) eyes. Sometimes I hold up a top in the mirror and just get enthralled by the beautiful woman looking back at me. I look at her and nearly want to cry at what it feels like. That's ME. That's me in the mirror. With the heart shaped face, blond hair and amazing figure. Elaine stands quietly next to me when that happens. Just letting me soak it in. She knows what I'm doing and why. Or at least she can guess and I'm sure her nose is giving her clues on my emotional state.

After much pawing and pleading and puppy dog eyes, Elaine convinces me to try on a dress or two. Honestly, I thought I'd have more of an issue with a dress than I actually do. They're pretty and they make me look amazing - especially when showing off my legs. Perhaps it's because I still see the woman looking back at me rather than me as the woman? Or something? As we're looking, I find a red dress that might fit me. I pull it out to look it over (it's pretty simple) and Elaine very not-subtly glances my way and then quickly looks away when I ask what she's looking at. Like a warrior marching off to battle, I hold the dress over my arm and march with grim determination to the small changing room. Without looking in the mirror, I strip and then pull the dress over until it's completely on. I tug a bit around my chest to settle the fabric and then turn to look.

I picked this out. Not Elaine or anyone else. I did. I saw a red dress and thought it might look good on me and so I picked it out. It doesn't fit perfectly but it comes close - a little tight in the waist and chest but otherwise light and comfortable. The material even feels good on my skin. I'm not quite sure about the bare arms and upper chest but, damn, I sometimes forget how buff I am. I hold out my arms and turn them, watching the muscles move under my smooth skin. My ass pushes out nicely in the dress but I wish I could walk a bit in the room to see what it does. Instead, I twirl. She does. The woman. Not me. She twirls and watches the way her hair shifts and the dress flares out slightly at the bottom. The effect is nice - especially the way it moves against the smooth skin of my legs and stomach... and my mound. Mound. Such an odd weird. Kind of erotic but kind of really not.

The dress comes off and my other clothes go back on. Elaine is waiting for me outside and I've already prepared my stony face. I hand her the dress with practiced disinterest. "This is okay," I tell her. "If you think I should get it then go ahead. I might wear it if I have to." Elaine's eyes are twinkling again and she's biting her lips. Red faced. "But only inside and only to show you why I think pants are better than dresses." I pitch my voice into an imitation of regality. "Come, Elaine. Attend to me." I sniff and swirl away, back to the racks.

To placate Elaine and keep her from pouting all day, I let her pick out one skirt and one dress - after receiving my vague approval. Both happen to be slightly different shades of green so I'm not the only one to notice how nice I look with the color. I get quiet catcalls from Elaine when I come out of the tiny dressing room while wearing the slit skirt she picked. My stony mask crumbles and I blush for her. Seriously. I can't help it. It's embarrassing. She even has me turn in a little circle so she can see the whole thing. My little show elicits a 'hubba hubba' that sounds odd coming from a small pretty girl. A small pretty adult girl.

"So," I ask, "Should we find some bras and panties here, too?"

"Oh god, no. No no no. Never buy used underwear. It's cheaper but so not worth it. You... right. Okay. Your... gah. Why is it hard for me to talk about this? I've never had to give the talk so it's weird to me. Your vagina isn't like a penis. It's, umm, picky. Temperamental. It doesn't just work all day every day. The wrong kind of fabric or detergent or, heck, a different penis can make your vagina all upset and grumpy. And then you're dealing with a yeast infection or interesting smells and liquids and... oh." Elaine stops mid-sentence looks down from my eyes.

"What? What's wrong?"

"Can..." She pauses again and then touches my arm. Leaning in close she lowers her voice. "Can you get pregnant?"

Whoa. Whoa whoa whoa WHOA. No. Absolutely not. No. What the fuck, no. I hadn't... no. But... but what if I can? I'm a woman. I'm a goddamned woman and it's not for show. I can remember the feel of my guts rearranging. I can remember the rush of emotions and wondering at hormones and other things. Oh my god. Oh my god, no. Stephen. I've had sex with Stephen without condoms. I can remember him fumbling for a condom that first night when he was changing into the wolf. I can remember growling at him to hurry and rubbing my sopping pussy against his furry wolf's cock. I can remember the feeling of his cum flooding me. Loving it. Wanting it. Wanting to taste it. Even now, remembering all of this, I feel my insides loosen slightly at the memory. I feel a flush of desire at the memory of his cock filling me. At the taste of his cum in my mouth. I have no doubts. None. No doubts that I'm fully a woman inside.

"Elaine. Elaine, holy shit. I never even... holy shit, Elaine!" My own whisper is fierce and loud to my ears. "I can't get pregnant! I mean, I probably can but no. I'm not ready for that. I can't!" She's patting my arm and looking around to see if anyone is listening.

"It's okay. It's okay. Look, it's easy. We'll just use condoms and I'll see if I can get some extra birth control. It's tricky because there are different kinds but you can't just buy them in the store. And we'll just wait until it kicks in and then... No, hey, it's okay. Hey."

My body is in a cold sweat. Birth control. Me. On. Birth. Control. So I don't get pregnant. What. The. Fuck. Birth control. I can't. I can't breathe. I can't. I sit. Hard. Against the wall. A thousand million thoughts circle around in my brain. Pregnancy. Birth control. Cum. Babies. Nursing babies. Being a mom. Children. BIRTH CONTROL. Elaine is stroking my hair and talking to me in a very obvious "You're a small scared child" voice but I'm alternating between sweating and having cold sweats. My heart is in my throat and I feel sick to my stomach. My ears are ringing. What if I'm already pregnant? What if there's a baby right now? Stephen's baby? Am I going to throw up? Here? Right here in the store? Oh my god. How could I be so stupid? How could I be so fucking... oh. Great. I'm crying. Now I'm crying. Jesus wept. Fat hot tears rolling down my cheeks while Elaine pets my hair. I don't know how long I'm down on the ground crying but I hear Elaine tell several people that I'm okay and I just need a moment. And, eventually, it passes. Something else kicks in and now I'm just sniffling and rubbing at my eyes. I have to fix this.

"Okay," I say. My voice is a bit shaky. "I'll just get a pregnancy test and we'll use condoms and, yeah. Birth control. Okay. This is okay. I am okay. I'll be okay." Elaine's eyes obviously see the lie but I've got nothing else. I'll deal with what comes and just roll with it. That's all I can do. "I'm sorry for crying. I feel stupid."

"Shhh, it's okay. It's a big huge deal suddenly. Let's just check out and go. Maybe we can grab some food, too? I'm starving. And we'll talk. I'll tell you all about the stroppy vagina and how easy it is to muck it up. Oh! And then we can go to Macy's and grab some panties. Yes? Panties? Can I watch you try them on?"

I laugh and feel better. The worry and stress loom large in the back of my skull and my stomach is full of acid but, well, hell, a week ago I was just a guy living out my life. I will take all of these issues in stride if it means I stay like this. Any day of the week. I'd bear the pain of the change from man to woman every single day if that's what it took. "Wait, 'stroppy'? What the hell does that mean? What's a stroppy vagina?"

Elaine makes an ambiguous hand motion. "Stroppy. You know. Cranky. I read it once and I love the way it sounds. Try it! Stroppy. It sounds English and fancy so I use it when I can. And I think it works perfectly fine with vaginas. Wait until you've had a yeast infection for no good reason and then you'll see what I mean. Effin' stroppy. Is a thing. Stroppy." More vague hand motions follow her faux accent (English? Cockney?) when she says the word.

"Oh my god! Stop with the stroppy! My vagina is magical and so far from stroppy that it's... it's... fuck. Magical. There. I hear 'stroppy' and think of like, I don't know, thick white goopy stuff. I don't want to even think about it."

"Well, there is that, too. Sometimes. Kind of. You'll see. Vaginas are amazing things but they move in mysterious ways. I mean, not really move but they're odd. And mysterious. And stroppy. But also kind of awesome."

I storm off while Elaine giggles quietly and makes her little wavy hand motion that is apparently needed to accentuate the stroppiness of said vaginas. Freaking women.

Here's something new - when I go to check out, I purposefully pick the register with the old skinny woman rather than the younger scrawny boy. Part of me wants to pick the boy's register just to see if he stares and to stare right back but the larger part doesn't want to deal with it. Unfortunately, I have to deal with an entirely different kind of harassment with the lady. Behind her stained white counter with an old style register, the lady stands in what looks like a potato sack painted with flowers. She has her hair pulled back fairly tightly and her half-circle glasses sit on the tip of her nose with a chain barely holding the glasses in place. She smells like old woman, mold, stale old forgotten sex, bad breath and prunes. Oh, and something that makes me angry. I'm guessing by the way she's frowning (she has about 15 million forehead wrinkles), pursing her lips and looking between myself and Elaine that she thinks we're lovers. And she doesn't approve. Oh, I get it. Tall, strong lady, smaller lady. Stereotypical. Right in this case but for the wrong reasons. She stares a bit more and then slowly, very slowly checks us out. Not like, checks us out checks us out but scans our items. Slowly.

Past me would stand patiently and semi-embarrassed. But I don't like the judgment. I don't like the way she's thinking about me and my mate. I don't like the way she's mentally treating us like shit. I can imagine the crap going through her mind and I don't like it. At all. So, I hook my arm around Elaine and feel her startle for a moment before she snuggles closer. Her heart is beating fast in time to my anger.

"Hey sweetheart," I tell her. "Rather than getting something to eat, why don't we just go home?" I watch the lady the entire time. She hesitates and I see her mouth move in something that looks suspiciously like she's mouthing the word 'slut.' My lips go back in a snarl mixed with a grin and I tighten my hold on Elaine. I feel her fingers dig into my side in response. "And then, maybe I can eat you out instead. What do you say, beautiful?"

Before Elaine can answer, the old lady simply drops our clothes and walks off. She opens a small 'Employees Only' door and I hear the muted buzz of some angry, low conversation from inside. I can almost pick out words but I don't need to - the lady's tone is very angry. After a bit, a dour middle-aged man with a paunch walks out of the room and heads towards our register. Without an apology or explanation, the man picks up the clothes on the counter and continues ringing up the purchases. He never looks up the entire time. With the last item (my dress... MY dress... weird) scanned, the man takes Elaine's card, runs it and hands her the receipt. The man tells the counter in front of us to have a nice day but I assume he's talking to us rather than the counter because I'm nice like that.

I grab the bag of clothes and we leave. I'm actually excited to try everything on again. Oh crap. Okay. I'm excited to try on the dress and skirt for Stephen. There. I admit it. I want to wear the dress with whatever bra and panties we find so I can look like a proper, actual woman for my man. For my mate. My other mate. Jesus. Did I seriously think 'my man' like it was no big deal? Now I'm thinking of that thick penis of his and it's alternating between his human dick and that knotted wolf's cock and, dear god, I want them both. Badly. Suddenly. I inexplicably suddenly want to feel his cock spreading open my pussy lips. I almost gasp at the sudden need of it.

I put my hand on my chest, between my breasts as I refocus. And then a sudden shouted "HEY!" brings me entirely back into the present. The two men from earlier are closer. They were just walking down the street but the older one is stopped and looking our way. I feel the wind at my back. Taking my scent towards the two men. They're about three hundred feet away and there's nobody else around the area. A single car passes in the distance two streets away.

The older man drops to his hands and feet and runs. Clothing tears away from his body to expose fur growing through the gaps. He doubles and triples in size while I watch. In an instant. Clawed feet tear through his Converse sneakers and I catch a glimpse of his dick before black fur grows to hide it away. His friend reaches and yells for him before throwing down his jacket and running, his own change tearing his clothes apart.

So fast. I've never seen anything in real life move so fast. I see small sparks where his claws strike the concrete. My heart rate is spiked and I hear Elaine scream behind me.

Elaine.

There has been a few times in my years on this planet where I've been actually afraid for my own life. As a teenager, I panicked while swimming in a large lake and almost drowned. When I was a child, I stepped out in the street to chase a ball and I watched as a speeding car came within two inches of hitting me. Both times I was terrified. Not in the sense of being scared while watching a horror movie. No. I mean actually terrified. I felt the black gulf opening before me and had a taste of what it would mean to die. Both times.

This thing coming towards us with a clear intent to kill is another one of those times. I'm terrified. I can taste my own death and it's a mixture of bile and blood and oblivion. I am a human. I am six feet tall and probably much stronger than a normal woman my size but I am nothing compared to the drooling, raving beast that is barreling my way.

I don't want to die.

And then I remember. I remember what my uncle told me when he pulled me from the edge of the river - it is how you handle your fear that is the clear difference between bravery and cowardice. I think he got that from somewhere else and I'm very much paraphrasing it but I've never forgotten the basic meaning. I repeat it to myself sometimes when facing a challenge.

I don't want to die. I really, really don't. But, more than my own life, I don't want Elaine to die. I changed her and she changed me. She had worked her way into my life and my heart and the thought of her being harmed or killed does this thing to me. This thing where I feel a mini panic attack and my heart skips a beat or two. And I feel the wolf in the back of my mind growling at the possible loss of her mate.

I sprint towards the werewolf and I feel how strong I am. Even as a pure human, I am incredibly strong and light on my feet. Elaine yells for me but all I can hear is my own breathing and the thud of my feet on the ground as I tackle the creature. Well, no, not tackle. It's immensely strong and it slams into me. We roll together and I try to get my arms and legs around its body so it can't strike me. For one glorious moment, I have it. I have my arms under its armpits and it's growling and snapping at me uselessly. And then it flexes and breaks my hold. I fall away and immediately feel a burning pain along the side of my stomach. I didn't see its claws move but I see my blood fling away from the tips of the thing's black claws. I think I scream. Or yell. It hurts bad. The sun goes black and I feel rough skin against my face. Rough padding. And claws. And then I want to throw up. My ears are ringing and my head hurts. Oh. Okay. He's slammed my head- I black out for a moment as the side of my head hits the concrete again.

Thoughts are hard. I want to sleep and throw up and cry. And then I feel the boiling rage. The wolf is coming. Finally coming. I feel a surge of adrenaline and a little tell-tale burning sensation that lets me know I'm changing. Too late. A few more kisses from the concrete and I'll be dead. Too late to change.

I wince when the sun suddenly blooms into view. A red blur flies over me and then vanishes. The pain in my head winks out and I roll onto my stomach. I'm growling and I feel my canines scratch against my other teeth as they grow.

Elaine. Elaine is there with the other werewolf. My beautiful mate - my beautiful red she-wolf has her fangs into the other wolf's shoulder and she has a grip on his left wrist as she suddenly slams him down to the ground. He pushes and she moves back, faster than he can follow. Elaine's red and dotted-white muzzle is a mix of crimson blood and black fur. She's growling at the man (wolf) on the ground and I see her body tensing for another leap. The werewolf on the ground has his right paw against his shoulder as it makes a hacking-cough noise to spatter blood on the ground. It staggers to its feet and crouches, ears back. Elaine jumps but is taken mid-flight by the second werewolf. This one is smaller than the first but still black-furred. And still larger than Elaine. Elaine and this new wolf land hard and slide along the ground. I wince at the trail of blood and fur they leave behind. He hit her so hard.

My nails are growing out and I can see the fair skin on my forearm darkening with a growth of fur. I'm trying to force the change to happen faster but I have no idea what I'm doing. It's always just happened before. Elaine and the new werewolf are up and facing each other. The first wolf is on its knees and trying to stand with shaky legs. Elaine growls, stalking slowly towards the second wolf. She's got her arms down to her sides and her red tail is held nearly straight out behind her. She's sleek and small compared to the two males but still taller than I am as a human. She's the most magnificent thing I've ever seen. I wince as my spine cracks under the strain of muscles growing. Come on! Come on, you stupid wolf! My shirt splits and I feel my freed breasts touch the hot concrete.

The second wolf is walking backwards while Elaine follows. Her slow dance ends when the second werewolf reaches the first. The smaller wolf growls low and crouches beside his fallen comrade. And then, he grabs the first one by the back of the neck and pushes him down, hard. The first one yelps and growls but stays where he is - prostrate on the ground. The second wolf touches the ground with his free palm and lowers his head. Slowly, he picks the first wolf up and they stand. With his head still down, the second wolf makes an odd nod to Elaine and then pulls his friend away. They back away and then turn to run. The first stumbles once or twice before vanishing out of sight.

My change has stopped. I didn't ask it to do it but I watch my claws pull back into my body and I know it's reversing. Elaine pads over to me and butts her head gently against mine. I reach up and carefully touch the side of her muzzle, pushing it against my face and then rubbing against her back and forth. I smell the blood on her and feel the stickiness of it mixed with her fur. When she pulls away, her long thick tongue laps at my face to clean it off. I stand and immediately topple over. My side hurts badly and I can't decide which way is up. Elaine catches me and easily holds me up. Her thick red fur is soft against my breasts and, right now, I just want her to fold me up and hold me tight. My head is still swimming. We have to get out of here. Even as empty as this area is, someone could drive past.

We're further onto the street than we were a moment ago so I look for the nearest alley and point. It takes a moment for Elaine to understand but she eventually does and then we walk towards the space between two old buildings. Well, Elaine walks on the pads of her feet and I get gently dragged with her. Once we're deep in the alley, I push away from Elaine and sit back against the wall. She whines and lies down on my lap. Jesus, she's heavy. And soft. And warm. And hugely comforting. The fur on the tips of her ears tickle my breasts but I ignore them and stroke her muscular back. She's careful with her claws and I'm thankful for it. Her thick tail is tucked between her legs and she has her eyes closed while her husky breathing slows. My side hurts less and my head is starting to even out. The hearing in my left ear is gone but I think I can hear a faint whining sound with it so I hope it's not too long before that's fixed.

I'm not ashamed to admit that I bury my face in the fur of Elaine's shoulder and cry. Tears of relief and frustration and terror. I almost died. Elaine could've died. And I couldn't do anything about it. She changed where I couldn't. My body heaves as I cry in quiet restraint. Elaine changes under me. Slowly. Painfully, it seems as she whines with every cracking sound. I hold her tightly, letting my concern and love for her wash away the terror and shame I feel from not being able to protect her. I feel her muscles shift and contract, bones moving in horrifying ways. I wonder that I don't remember the changes so well but I'm thankful that I don't because it's terrible to watch.

Where does the fur go exactly when it pulls back? How do our bodies know what is the werewolf and what is human? Is it some virus? A science thing? Magic? Is the hair just under the surface of the skin? No, that's nonsense. We'd feel it. It just pulls back and goes away. Just like Elaine's tail pulls back into her body, fur vanishing with every tug on the base of her spine. Muscles shrink under the heavy sheen of her sweaty body. She's gasping and whining and kneading at my body for comfort. It hurts but I take it because I know she's in more pain. Plus, the faint red lines her claws leave seem to vanish quickly. Fast healing. I'm like a sexy Wolverine. With tits.

Eventually I'm able to pull Elaine into my lap to hold her. Her face is the last to change back and she whimpers with each crack of her skull and jaw. Her body is slick in sweat and she feels like she's burning from fever. It's a strange sight to see a small woman with a hairless wolf's muzzle but I still find her beautiful. Mostly. Mostly beautiful. I'm sure I look just as odd so I'm not going to start judging.

Five minutes after she's fully human again, Elaine's eyes flutter open. "H... hey you..." She whispers. Her voice is weak but she smiles and I hug her tightly.

I'm about to cry again. I feel them at the corner of my eyes. The tears. "Oh god, Elaine. You were so incredible. I..."

The petite woman in my lap leans over and vomits violently. Blood and food and black fur and some pinkish, greyish thing that looks like skin and muscle spew out of her mouth. She's shaking and in a full body cold sweat. "I... I... That... I remember... I remember some of it... Is that... Is that fur? Mine?"

"No, honey. Not yours. The other one. You saved us. You should've seen it. You saved us." I hold her head to my shoulder and find myself rocking slowly. My voice is low and quiet while I talk. Her human body is soft against my chest. I'm very, very aware that she's naked and my tits are out. In any other situation, we'd be breaking things around us as we fucked like rabid wolves. I see the light bit of red bush she has around her pussy and her small breasts are squished against my larger ones. She's naked and sexy as hell but thoughts of making out and fucking are so far from my mind that they might as well be nonexistent.

"I'm... I'm sorry for throwing up. 's gross. Sorry. Mouth tastes bad."

"We'll get you cleaned up. Come on. Let's get home before someone sees us. Come here with me." The world is where it's supposed to be when I stand up and I pick Elaine up with me. She's so light in my arms now and she's still out of it enough that she doesn't bat an eye at being carried. I peek around the corner and wait while an older man walks across the street to the thrift store. After another few minutes, I run for my car. My keys are still thankfully in my pants so I'm able to unlock the door and carefully put Elaine in the passenger seat. I almost jump into the driver's side before remembering her clothes and purse. It takes a moment to find them but I do - torn clothing covered in light red fur. Her purse has a hole in it - probably a claw - and it looks like her cell phone is broken. I take all back with me to the car.

Elaine is out of it. She tosses and turns in her seat, mumbling to herself. I get a huge amount of double and triple looks on the drive home - truck drivers riding higher than my car. Naked pretty red-headed girl in the driver seat and Amazonian large-breasted woman in the driver's side. My shirt is in tatters from my near transformation and my breasts show through. After the second guy in the truck whistles and honks, I get mad and just rip the shirt off the rest of the way. Fuck them. If they want to look, they can look at all of me. I just wish I had something to cover Elaine. She's shivering and sweating, tossing and turning as if in the middle of a bad dream.

When I finally make it home nobody is around and I make a mad dash to the door, tits swinging in the breeze. I thought going commando as a guy was odd but being in the open air with my breasts not covered is really, really odd. I kind of like it. A lot. It just feels different. Natural? If I weren't distracted by everything right now I'm sure I'd have thoughts of sex outdoors. In the woods. Or a park. Against a tree. With Stephen's dick pressed against my hot opening. Moaning and pressing back on him. Wanting to feel him filling me up. Wanting to feel his hard knot against my pussy, threatening to open me wide until we're connected and locked in - fuck. There I did it anyway.

Shirt. Shirt. Shirt. Gotta find a shirt. I grab a loose top, struggle to get it on and then rush back out. And then back in again to grab a towel. And out again. I wave like a crazy person at a passing car. I don't even know them but I'm in that hyper "I'm not doing anything wrong!" mode where I overcompensate.

Elaine is smacking her lips and sitting up, blinking and looking at everything. She grins weakly at me when I wrap her in a towel. She hooks her arm around my neck and kisses my cheek while I carry her inside, cradled in my arms.

"Aren't we supposed to get married before you carry me up the stairs and into your home?" Her voice is quiet but happy and I relax a lot more. If she can joke then she's better. "Can I get some water, please? I'm really thirsty. And a toothbrush. God. I would murder someone for a toothbrush right now."

I set her down gently on the bed before grabbing water from the tap. I have to refill the cup twice. When she's finishing the third cup, I hear a key in the door followed by the door opening. Stephen's voice calls out "Hello, I'm-" The door crashes closed and Stephen is in the bedroom in less than five seconds. He's gone to his home at some point earlier in the day and dressed himself in a black Polo shirt and brown slacks with a brown simple belt. He looks dangerous. He's breathing hard and I can smell his anger. His eyes are flashing golden and his canine teeth are far sharper than they should be. He stands at the door opening and closing his large hands. Hands that held me down. Hands that held my hips as he mounted his mate.

"What happened?" His voice is flat and gravely; nearly a growl. "Something happened. Tell me. I smell the blood and the other smells. Wolves. I smell wolves and pain."

As I watch, he grows a five o'clock shadow and his eyes turn solid gold.

I remember the last time I saw Stephen. Him awkward and hesitant, very much not his normal confident self. Standing near the door. Wanting something. Needing something. I was mad. For a stupid reason. Not stupid at the time - a man calling me sweetheart was not what I wanted to hear right then.

Now? It's been a morning and that's a fact. I feel a tug again. This man - I've thought of him a lot this morning. I can see and smell his concern. His anger. I know he'd do whatever he needed to do to protect us. Just as I would. Just as I did. As I tried to do. Their lives before mine. I don't know whether it's the wolf and her pack instinct or my own love for the two but I would die if it meant saving them.

Again. Again I feel the sudden urge to run. To take them both and leave. I feel my heart in my throat and I have an intense feeling of... wrongness. Not with them but with the world. I have a mini dream of packing the car and driving until we reach the ocean. They would go if I asked. I know they would. They would drop everything and just... go. For me. The feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach is a near physical sensation but I push it away.

I have taken this man and woman and remade them. They are mine. They look to me and I will provide for them. God help me, I love them both.

And, in my own head, never to be said aloud, I will admit a truth. For a brief moment earlier in the day, during the crying fit that I had, I felt a warmness at the idea of being a mother. At being a mother to Stephen's child. In all the thoughts whirling and swirling around as I cried and panicked, I saw myself with a big belly and even heavier breasts. I lived a short life in my head where I was cranky and demanded weird foods. I saw the birth of my child and a small baby reaching for me. Calling me 'mama.' I couldn't not see it after thinking about being pregnant. I lived this life in brief seconds and it made me feel happy for a fleeting moment. Stephen's child. And Elaine, Stephen and I would raise him or her and perhaps Elaine would be pregnant as well. And would that be so terrible? No, I'm not ready for that right now but I saw, in my mind's eye, the way Stephen would grin and hold our baby up high.

And now he stands before me, furious and waiting.

I go to him. I know what he waited for this morning. What he awkwardly wanted before he left. I kiss him. Without hesitating. Without wondering whether I'm a man or a woman. This is my mate. This is my man. He is worried and stressed and I will calm him. Because I love him. Because I want him to relax. Because I don't want him to worry. Mostly, because I love him. He is surprised - very surprised. But, his arms wrap around me and I can feel his anger fade as our tongues meet. I feel a sense of completion. We're all here. I pull back and feel Stephen's arms tighten briefly before he lets me go. I press my forehead against his (we're nearly the same height) and then rub my cheek on his cheek. His beard is scratchy but feels good against my smooth, soft skin.

I whisper to him as we rub cheeks. "Welcome home, love." The word feels alien on my tongue. I've never in my life called someone 'love.' I've used 'sweetheart' and such but, to me, 'love' is a term a woman uses. Of course, well, I'm a woman. And I'm probably generalizing and being sexist or something. "Lie down with us and we'll tell you what happened. We're okay. Just lie with us." I strip naked and, after a moment, Stephen also strips.

I want him but, more than that, Elaine needs us. And, honestly? I need both of them and their touch right now. I lead him to the bed and pull him down to the side of Elaine. I lie on the other side of her and we hug her close, our hands touching and twining together as I tell him what happened. His hand grips mine painfully towards the end but he stays calm. Mostly calm.

"What do we do," he asks. "Will it happen again? What should we do?" We're whispering, stroking Elaine's body and each other.

"I don't know. It's a big city and I guess I shouldn't be surprised that there's more of us. More like us. I mean, if we exist then it follows that we can't be the only ones. But-" I stop. There's a scratching at the window near the bed. A squirrel is standing at the window, slowly scratching up and down against the glass. A small white tube is tied around its waist. I sit up on my elbows, breasts falling across my chest. "What the fuck is that squirrel doing? Is everyone else seeing this?"

Stephen nods and Elaine's eyes sparkle. "Oh my gosh! Can we keep it? Can we let it in?!"

The squirrel continues to slowly scratch up and down over and over. What the hell, right? It’s a squirrel. We can handle a squirrel, right? Unless it gets loose and the wolves decide they want to chase and play. That can't happen, right? The window sticks sometimes but I'm pretty damn strong these days so I pop it open. The squirrel's paw drops and it just stands there, staring straight at me. The tube around its waist looks like a small piece of paper so I grab it. As soon as I take it off of the little thing, the squirrel blinks rapidly, screeches and runs away. I hear Elaine's "awwwww!" behind me but I'm reading the note and not paying attention.

"Just when I thought things couldn't get any stranger," I tell both of them. I clear my throat with an overly dramatic 'ahem.' "Dear Sir or Madame. Heh." I look at both of them. "The 'heh' is actually written down on the paper." They frown so I continue reading. "Your presence is requested in one hour at St. John's Park. Please find me on a bench facing the duck pond. I like the ducks. Bring your two friends. Questions will be answered if you wish to ask." I look at Stephen and Elaine. They're both sitting up, staring. Waiting for me.

I've wondered about that. Why? Why do they look to me. Stephen is older and wiser and smarter. Elaine... okay, Elaine is just fucking adorable but she's also got a good bit of common sense. But more that I want to snuggle the fuck out of her. If I were smart, I'd just give over to Stephen and let him handle everything. I just... I don't think I can. I don't think I want to do that. I'm not sure the wolf would let me. I feel it in the back of my brain. Sitting. Watching. I know that since this all started, I've been way more aggressive than I used to be. Like with the cashier, I feel like pushing and challenging people. I like being in charge. I just don't understand it. Not yet. Besides, I can always get Stephen's opinion if I need it.

So, fine, it's up to me. A hypnotized squirrel just tracked me down and handed me a note. What else can I do?

I look at the note and then back to them. "I guess we're going out."

LycanDope · 09-06-2013

Chapter 8
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I used to think my world made some basic, normal sense. You are born basically the gender you die with (although, no, hah, not really, I guess) and, well, science. It works. The science. There's nothing strange or unusual in the world and karma doesn't exist. Neither do ghosts or witches or things that go bump in the night.

The world was plain.

Now, here I am, in my bedroom with a man and a woman that I turned into werewolves. I am a completely different person – a woman now rather than a man. Oh, and a werewolf, as well. And not just a female version of myself but a completely different person. If that weren't enough, the reason I'm getting dressed is to meet a person in a park – a person that somehow hypnotized a squirrel into delivering a message.

It's hard to live in a world like this. It's difficult to stop and think about things because I think if I did, I'd go slightly mad. What else is different? I met other werewolves today so there's that. Elaine, Stephen and I are not anomalies. Are there vampires? Witches that escaped the pyre back in the days of pilgrims? Ghosts? A heaven? A hell?

See? Maddening.

One step at a time.

I send Stephen and Elaine out of the room so I can think. I can hear them chatting quietly in the living room. Elaine is haltingly describing what it was like from her side of things. The flash of memories she has from her change. What it felt like to be semi-conscious when it happened and the pain and feeling of loss when she reverted. Stephen gently asks a few questions but otherwise lets her talk it out.

I feel like an outside and it is a painful emotion. How long has it been since I've taken a moment to myself since I've met both of them? How long since I've stopped to breathe? To think? My bedroom is in disarray. My life is in disarray. I don't know what I'm going to do about work and how I'm going to explain things or whether I'm even going back. And, if I don't, what happens then?

Who am I now? The events of the past few days suddenly crash into me and I sit heavily on the floor with my knees up. Becoming a woman. A werewolf. Meeting Elaine and Stephen. Changing them. Not just physically but, mentally. All of us. The other werewolves and my near death experience. This new thing - the note. I've just gone with it. I've just let my emotions and instincts take over. I let myself be dragged along by the events. I took everything at face value and let myself go. My head throbs and I feel a lump in my throat. I can feel the tears threatening to come. I never used to cry so much but, then, my life has been fairly mediocre and standard. Nothing much to cry about. No world changing events or anything. Good parents and a simple life.

I run my fingers through my thick, long hair as I breathe steadily, head down. It's not my hair but it is. It's not my body but it is. But, it's not. My skin suddenly crawls and I shiver from it. I have an intense feeling of being still male but wrapped in a female body and it's an alien, stomach-twisting feeling. I don't just mean mentally, either. I actually have a near physical feeling of still being male but surrounded by female flesh. The world swims around me and I hug my arms around my knees into an almost fetal position. My fingers grip against my hair and I feel the sharp pull at my scalp.

I have doubts. Serious doubts. I have an accounting degree. I do okay with my brain and I have some street smarts but the enormity of the situation is now staring me in the face.

What have I done to us? What has this done? I saw two people I was attracted to and I thought that's all it was. Now? They're constantly in the back of my mind. And I feel the presence. The thing. The wolf hiding in my mind. Quiet but watching. A shadow hiding in the whispers of my thoughts. But a real thing that didn't exist before. Both Elaine and Stephen are there with me mentally, too. I feel the pull of them. I feel the weight of their existence on me and Elaine's smiling face immediately comes to mind with Stephen's grim yet amused visage behind her. The shadow of the wolf murmurs 'pack' but all I feel is love and my heart skips a couple beats.

Why? Yes, Elaine is fucking adorable. And Stephen... Stephen is a rock. I haven't had a chance to spend much time with him but I feel his deep strength. And that's it. That should be it. They are amazing people and I can't believe they're in my life but that should be all it is. Instead, I feel this deep ache and I want to go out to them. The wolf stirs, standing, making ... her? It feels like a female wolf. Is that weird? Making her presence known. She's a pressure at the back of my skull and when she speaks, she growls. 'Pack,' she rumbles at me, louder now. Her presence isn't just for show; I can feel a surge of confidence and aggression and baser emotions flood through me. Because of her.

It was here that it happened. I can still smell our scents clearly. It was here that they changed first. Stephen's mind slipping as he stared in confusion at the condom packet, no longer sure of its purpose. His naked cocking shining in the air, inches away from my wet female sex. Where they barely remember any of it, I can see it clearly. I can remember it all and picture all three of us as if I were a ghost hovering in the corner. I can still feel the raw ache of my woman's body - the need to be filled. I grit my teeth against the memory of it and my pussy drools. Elaine's lithe body twisting and reshaping while Stephen struggled with the sudden male urge to dominate and mount the female - me - in front of him. The wolf growling loudly in the back of my mind as I put him in his place. It's all clear.

I squirm a bit. I can't help it. It's an itch I want to scratch but I can't right now. I won't. The wolf prowls in frustration. It's all so simple for her. There's no confused love and loyalty. There's no feelings of shame over basically mentally raping two people. She knows who she is. It's all base emotions. I'm left with the rest of it.

This body. This amazing body. That's part of the rest of it. Still sitting with my knees up, I look at my hands in front of me. Long, strong fingers that are still recognizably feminine. My nails are strong and clear. No hairs anywhere and a few freckles randomly doting the backs of my hands. No hair on the palms. Ha-ha. I used to have a lot of freckles on my hands and fingers. It's all changed and different. The feeling of riding in the woman's body rushes through me again and I frantically push it away. Strong. So strong. And healthy. And sexy. Everything.

And still cowardly. Still me. I should talk to them. I should apologize for what I've done to them. Stephen... Out of the two of them, he has to have been hit the hardest. His strength and stability has anchored him but also makes it harder for him to change. And now...

There's a knock at the door. I know it's Stephen before he speaks. "Hey, we're going to have to go soon if we want to make it on time. I thought we could walk since it's a nice day. Just whenever you're ready."

Of course, I think. Whenever I am ready. Me. I sigh as quietly as possible and my voice, still odd to my ears answers him. "I'll be out in a minute or two." He leaves without responding.

Dressed. Shit. There's that, too. Clothes. Elaine's enthusiasm and the brightness and promise of a new day have worn off. I look over to the floor near my closet. At the thrift store bags. Dresses and skirts and whatnot. Women's clothing. It's like... like those times when you're doing something (drunk or not) and it seems like the most reasonable, awesome thing ever. And then it wears off and you're stuck wondering what the hell you were doing. It's wrong. It feels wrong. I can't go out like that. I can't go out in women's clothing. I have visuals of people pointing and laughing while I shamble along in a skirt. Laughing at the pretend woman. They'd know. By the way I walk or talk or some other little thing that tells them. They'd know.

Deep breath.

I close my eyes. My body is warm and strong around me. The wolf has settled. I picture her with her paws crossed and her muzzle comfortably on top. I know that I could draw on her. I know it would work. I feel a kind of link and I know that if I wanted to, I could pull and I'd have a spike in confidence and more. Like some drug flooding my system.

Deep breath. Eyes closed.

I won't. I won't take that option. Not now. If I can't go through any of this without cheating then I'll never learn. I stand and the motion is fluid and graceful and not entirely me. I pick the skirt from the thrift store bag because I want the freedom to run if I have to. I could pick slacks for the same reason but I'm forcing myself. Forcing myself to do this. The skirt is pale green and slightly pleated. I rummage and find a matching top - armless and it swoops down gently to show the tops of my breasts. My nipples make tiny domes against the fabric. It takes a bit to find one of the panties Elaine got for me but I do and I tug them up over my legs and thighs and then edge my finger under the band to make it comfortable. I nearly feel the ghost sensation of my dick being pressed against my pelvis by the underwear but it's just the echo of a memory as a man. My hand strays down my flat, soft stomach to my soft panties. The smoothness of the whole area is still a wonder. My fingers explore my mound under the panties. Nothing out of place. Still a woman.

Deep breath.

I open the door and walk to the living room as unselfconsciously as possible. Without looking, I know both Elaine and Stephen like the outfit. Quite a lot. Stephen growls and then coughs and I hear Elaine's whispered 'pervert' before I turn to look directly at them.

Elaine is dressed in tight blue jeans and a blue shirt. Her smile tugs at the corner of her mouth and a rush of emotions slams into me again. The wolf shifts on her paws as it happens. Stephen's dick is setting up camp in his pants and the tent it's trying to make looks painful.

Man. Dicks, huh? Yup. Yup. My mouth actual waters seconds before my pussy does. If we weren't meeting some strange person soon, I'd make a repeat performance of the day before. Only perhaps this time I would crawl to him on my hands and knees. As a she-wolf would. And then see what that does for him. I wonder if it hurts when he changes. When the knot grows in. God. That knot. The way it spreads me open fucking hurts but then feels amazing.

"We're not having sex," I tell the room. "Just to be clear. But, I'd like to reserve the right for sex later. If it's okay. If it works out. Although. Umm, I'd like to talk when we get back. It's important. That first, I think. And food. Jesus, yes. Food."

Stephen coughs again and then nods. A pained look crosses Elaine's face but she nods as well.

"You look," Stephen starts. He pauses and thinks for a moment. "Fuck it. You look beautiful." He's flexing his hands like he wants to hold something. My tits? My thighs? My hips? My ass? All good options. Fine options in my mind. The she-wolf huffs appreciatively but I can also feel her smile.

I blush. And look away. It feels wrong in a sense and I think yesterday I would've been mad for a dumb reason. But, like with the skirt, I take a conscious step forward. A very clear and conscious step. "Thank you. You look," I pause this time. And then I force myself to look at the man. "You look handsome in that outfit, Stephen." The words feel staged on my tongue. Awkward. I actually mean them but it feels like I'm reading lines from a script. Next I'll be swooning, I'm sure. Or heaving my bodice. This body makes me bold and, as if I were again an outside observer and not the actual woman, the thought of a man fucking me... her... turns me on greatly.

Elaine is trading looks between the two of us. A slightly confused, slightly amused, slightly aroused look. And something else. A hint of jealousy? The edges of it? Jealousy for whom? Shit. I mentally add that to my list to talk about when we're back. I absolutely do not look forward to this conversation.

"I'm ready if everyone else is?" I ask. They answer by standing and watching me. So, we leave and I lock the door.

It is beautiful outside. There's a blue sky dotted with fluffy white clouds and a soft breeze that ruffles my hair and skirt. I close my eyes and take in the scent of the world around me. And then sneeze. And curse. Sweetness mixed with poop and chemicals. I tentatively sniff again and it's all still there. I turn slightly and sniff again and it's not as bad to the south. Also, I can kind of sort of ignore some of the poop. Kind of. Maybe it's learned behavior and I can turn things off eventually. Hopefully. I really don't want to go through the rest of my life smelling poop.

Stephen grunts behind me. "It smells like shit out here."

"Yeah," I tell him. "Dog poop, I think. A lot of it. The neighbor has a dog so I wouldn't be surprised. Well, probably dog poop. Not that I could tell what kind of poop it was. Hah hah. No way. That'd be weird." They're looking at me. They're both giving me the eye. Shit. "So, umm, yeah. Off we go!"

New problem. Where do I stand? Physically where do I stand? Do I stand in the middle? Do I stand beside them? And beside whom? Stephen? Will Elaine get jealous? Or next to Elaine and worry about Stephen being left out? Oh my god. Why is this a thing? Why is this a thing in my world? Maybe... Maybe I could take turns standing next to them? Oh shit, really? They aren't children needing turns with a toy. Fuck. Fuuuuck. Think. Think. Think.

"You two go on ahead. I've got some things I'm thinking through still. I'll just follow." And another thing added to my list to talk about. This is dumb. And they know it. Probably. Stephen raises his eyebrow slightly but they both go ahead of me. I've only been to the park once and it was about ten minutes to walk there. Plenty of time to chew on things and figure out what I'm going to say when we get back.

Despite how the world smells, it certainly feels good. The sun feels great on my legs and face. A bit too hot with all this hair but not too bad at the moment. As we're walking, I sometimes just close my eyes for a moment and let the sun soak into my face. I already feel better. Birds are chittering around us, hopping from branch to branch as we walk the uneven sidewalk. Dogs bark occasionally and they start a domino effect of other dogs barking and growling in response. Elaine stops to talk to three different dogs (or as she puts it, the 'cute wittle puppies') through three different fences on the walk. They growl and bark and jump and wag their tails at her. Whether in excitement or anger or something else, I have no idea. They smell interesting. Different and interesting. At the third dog, my eye strays towards its cock and I immediately look away and blush. I wasn't even thinking about doing anything with the dog - I was drifting thinking about stuff and then there's the dog and it's a male (I can somehow smell it) and then I thought of Stephen and his cock and how it looks as a werewolf and then that had me look at the dog's cock. Whoa. Wow. Yeah. No. Moving on...

Near the entrance of the park, I feel goose bumps break out along my arms. Something is wrong. Something smells wrong. Familiar and wrong all at the same time. My stomach twists into a knot and I almost vomit. Cold sweat. Nausea. My limbs tremble slightly and I feel Stephen's arms suddenly around me. The she-wolf is growling loudly but I also feel her ears back. She's hunkered down low on all fours.

"Hey. Hey, are you okay?" He asks, voice full of concern.

"Y... yeah. I..." I pant, catching my breath. "S... something is wrong. Can you smell it? Can..." My stomach dry heaves once and I lean on Stephen. "I'll be okay. Just... Just give me a second." Elaine is slowly rubbing my back in a circle. My stomach heaves again but nothing comes up.

Stephen has an iron grip on my arm. "We should go back. You don't look good at all and I don't smell anything wrong."

"N... no. Just give me a second." Slowly, my arms and legs come back to me. My stomach is still in knots and I feel like I need to throw up again but at least I can stand by myself. "C... come on," I tell them both. "I see the pond from here. And the bench. See the guy?" I assume it was a guy because of the awkward handwriting but that's probably sexist.

The smell gets worse the closer we get. The figure is bent over on the bench, tossing crumbs to a flock of seagulls and ducks that are surrounding him. Probably a man. Wearing a black coat and a short hat of some kind. Some short hat with a brim almost like a cowboy hat but not quite. Also black. Stephen and Elaine look at me and I nod. We take the last few steps and then he's right in front of us.

I'm nearly floored by the miasma surrounding him. Elaine rubs at her nose briefly but looks otherwise unfazed. The man looks up and smiles and I wish he hadn't. His face is chalk white and there is something living in his eyes. I want to run. I want to bash his head in. I want to vomit. All of it. A piece of his face moves as if a small worm was burrowing under his skin.

Stephen does a double-take. "What the..."

"Hello!" The man says with a grin too wide for his face. He stands, setting his brown bag of crumbs on the bench. He offers his gaunt hand but none of us take it in return. His fingernails are black. And two of them are missing. Ah. Okay. He's looking at Elaine and Stephen at the same time. One eyeball is pointing directly at Stephen while the other is swiveled towards Elaine. "Oh my," he says. His breath smells like the sulfur. "My oh my. You've done well for yourself, haven't you?"

"Who... who are you?" I ask. My nails are digging into the palms of my hands and I'm shaking slightly. In anger and fear and I'm not even entirely sure why. I mean, other than the obvious gross things happening.

"Ah. Ah, ah, ah. Yes. Yes yes. You don't know me, do you?" Both eyes independently swivel to me. "But, I know you. Yes yes. Yes I do. We've met before once."

I look at Stephen and then Elaine. And then back to the creep.

"I..." I start.

"I watched you die," he says and now his grin is positively splitting his face.

Stephen steps forward, hands clenching and unclenching. "Listen," he growls. "I don't know who the fuck you think you are but if you think you can just..." I hold up my hand and he stops. But not before glaring at me. Temper, temper.

I look back at the man in black. "I've never met you in my life. Trust me, I'd remember if I'd seen you before."

The man rocks back and forth on his heels like a little boy with a secret. "No no no. I know you. I know you, Hannah. I held your head in my lap while you choked on your own blood. Yes yes, oh yes." A fleck of black light flits across the man's left eye while he talks.

"My name is not Hannah. Who..."

Now he holds up his hand to stop me. "I'm Thomas. Pleased to meet you again. Would you like any bread?"

"No, I don't want..."

"There was an awful lot of blood. It ruined my favorite coat. But, I suppose, not as much blood as there was later. No. No no, certainly not." He giggles and it makes my skin crawl.

Now it's my turn to growl. The wolf echoes me in my head and I feel her gathering he strength. "Who the fuck are you," I ask, not pleasantly.

"Ah. Thomas. I said. I said that. No no no, he means who. Who are we. Yes. I, dear sir, am a wizard." The man pulls his hat off and bows deeply. He's missing patches of hair on the top of his head and the skin is red with bumps. He straightens, fixing his hat. "A good wizard. Still learning. Still experimenting. Still living so that means I'm a good wizard." His grin turns into a grimace before returning again. "You look well. Very well. Alive, even."

Stephen steps forward slightly. "You need to..."

The man turns to Stephen. "How does it feel, young man? How does it feel to be part of a pack?" I watch him while he talks. Something... something is off... what...? Oh. Oh, what the hell? His voice is out of sync with his mouth. What the fuck is this freak? He continues. "It couldn't have been long. A day? Two days? Was it immediate for you? I don't often get to talk to live werewolves. Fascinating subjects but hard to hold down." He laughs as if he'd made a joke. "Do you feel the bond? Have you submitted? Both of you? To your Alpha?"

Stephen grunts and I see his eyes flicker over to me briefly.

"Is it hard?" The man gestures theatrically. He bends down and looks up in supplication. "Do you fight against them? The ties that bind? Do you struggle, oh man? Mightly?" He stands and twirls in place. "Or do you accept it willingly? Which are you? Do you know she's a man?"

"It's none of your goddamned business what I feel." Stephen's voice is threatening and I see the anger behind his eyes.

"No? No? Perhaps. Perhaps not. She is beautiful, isn't she? Our Hannah. A beautiful specimen. I told you answers would be coming and I meant it. Listen well, children. The woman standing in your midst was a man at one time. But, I'll start 6 months ago. Almost 6 months ago. Will you sit? No? I will." We all share a glance as the insane man sits on the bench in front of us. He clears his throat and a small white thing wriggles out of the corner of his mouth. His tongue flicks up to pull it back into his mouth.

"There once was a beautiful woman named Hannah. She lived in Canada. Strong. Very strong. A born werewolf. An Alpha. But no pack. So, she made one. She tried. She started with a man. Scott. They met at a bar and got drunk together. Things got rough and hot and heavy and, well, she turned him. Made him into a werewolf like her. Oh, but not exactly like her. No. No no no. An Alpha does not make an equal. She makes a pack and she leads. The pack follows. She makes a bond that cannot be denied. It's forced. Forced into the person when they change. It's fascinating, really. I plan to study it soon. Very soon. So, the Alpha needs to pick well. Because they're stuck. Until death do they part. So, they pick someone good and it's happily ever after. Scott. Scot was not good. Scott was not a good choice. No. No, sir. Scott raged against the bond. Scott struggled and fought and hated every second of his servitude to Hannah. Until he killed her. I personally can't imagine what it would take to murder your Alpha but he did. I watched it. Remotely. Never, ever get into the middle of werewolves fighting. No. Werewolves by themselves are bad enough but, fighting? No no no. He bit her throat out. Tore it out. She couldn't heal fast enough. The pain of the loss and fear and shame at what he did must've driven him mad. He ran. I made it to her just in time to watch her die. Strong, beautiful Hannah."

My stomach is roiling and I want to cry. I know where this is going. I can guess where it's going. Elaine is fighting tears beside me and I see the flush of anger in her cheeks. Stephen is gritting his teeth. He knows, too.

Thomas claps his hands and rubs them together. Black markings line the back of his hands. "I took her body. Dragged her. Werewolves are heavy. So heavy. But, I lived nearby so I dragged her home. And then I cut her open. Emptied her. I staked her empty flesh to my table and drew on the inside of her dried flesh. It was an experiment. A test. You know the old legends. Drink from a wolf's paw print or wear the skin and all of that. And then I followed Scott. I followed him here. And I thought, what a perfect chance to see what would happen if Hannah came back. A simple divination spell to find a likely candidate and a skin suit in a box and there you go! Although, imagine my surprise when the bones told me it was going to a man. Even I didn't think that would work."

He stands again, watching me. And then, he reaches out, snake fast to jab at my stomach with his finger. Elaine's hand magically appears on the man's wrist, locking him down. She's growling and I can see a line of thick red hair down her arms. Stephen's hand has materialized around the man's throat and he's not growling. That's even more scary. The man's upper arm moves as he struggles but Elaine's grip is steady. Her lips pull back to show more teeth than she needs. I hear a small crack and the man gasps in pain. So, he can still feel pain even with his body the way it is. That's good to know.

"Elaine. Stephen. Let him finish." Stephen snaps his head to look at me and the anger is still there. Elaine releases the man's wrist and it falls limply at a wrong angle. Her golden eyes never leave his face. Stephen slowly releases his grip and the man falls to his knees, gasping for air.

"I... I... it's ... I think... I think it's broken. Werewolves. I said. I said never get inbetween them. I said. Hah hah hah. I should've listened to me." He looks up at me. "Didn't think it would work. Did it hurt to become a woman? Can you breed? Do you want to? So many questions. So many."

At the word 'breed', Stephen turns fully to look at me. Comprehension dawns on his face and so many emotions flood his body. I can smell fear, apprehension, confusion and surprise. And then, tucked down under all of them, a cousin to joy. Something related to it. I put a hand on his arm and squeeze.

"What do you want with me?" I ask, even though I'm pretty sure I know the answer.

"More experiments. Answers. I'm a wizard. That's what I do. Wizards. So you'll come back with me and answer some questions and I'll poke you a bit and feed you and try a few things and then we'll see if we can find Scott. And then I'll ask him some questions. It'll be fun!" As he talks, the man flops his broken hand back and forth, as if testing his pain tolerance. Lines wriggle beneath his flesh in a migration from his entire body down to his wrist until a bulbous lump surrounds the area. I can barely watch and the smell... I start breathing through my mouth in an attempt to make the smell stop.

"If I refuse?"

The man cocks his head to the side. "But you can't."

I take a step, feeling the wolf push forward and my own transformation starting. The flush of warmth signaling my change. I can feel the hairs pushing out from my lower stomach to my belly button and my teeth are starting to itch. "If I do?"

"Well," Thomas pauses. "I guess I'll just have to use someone else."

The floor drops out of my stomach and I nearly collapse. The wolf and my own surging aggression keeps me up. "What do you mean?" I'm nearly growling now and I hear a rip next to me. Red fur is pushing through tears in Elaine's jeans.

The man looks at me blankly. "I'll cut Hannah off of you and give her to someone else."

I reach for him and three of my fingers are tipped in claws.

Thomas grins. The birds around us drop to their sides, dead, and the man vanishes. I growl and nearly fall. Goddammit. Elaine is half changed, clothes ripped, her growing tits surrounded by red fur. She's padding around the bench, sniffing at the birds and the bag of crumbs. Stephen is on his hands and knees, clawing at the ground. Near his hand I see a white chalk circle that was surrounding Thomas. It's filled with intricate designs along the outside rim. I'd guess Thomas was expecting something to happen and he prepared for it.

More rips. Stephen's shirt lays in tatters around him and his upper body is being consumed with thick fur. His face cracks as his jaw lengthens. I feel a pain at the base of my spine that flares suddenly and then is gone. Shit. Shit, shit.

I grab Stephen's lengthening ears in my hands and stare at his golden eyes. "Home!" I yell. "Home, Stephen!" I do the same with Elaine and then I run. I hear the two follow behind me after a second and we're dodging fire hydrants and trees on our mad dash back to the house. I look back briefly to see Elaine fully naked and running on all fours. Her body is completely covered in a thick red carpet of fur and she's only holding back in order to stay behind me. Stephen can't figure out whether to go to all fours or run standing up. He shambles along, growling and huffing.

Home in record time. I slam the door shut behind all of us. Elaine pads over and pushes her muzzle against my face. Stephen is ripping his pants off of his body, grunting with the effort of it. His cock bulges as the skin turns pink. His knot is forming. I can't look away. It's both disturbing and erotic to watch. The skin stretches thin along his engorged length and he paws at it as it grows. Elaine stands and goes to him, her tail swishing behind her. Her ass is wider and thick with muscle. I can smell both of them and it's driving me crazy.

But, all I can hear is 'I'll cut Hannah off of you.' Over and over in my mind. My changes stopped along the run home.

The scene unfolds before me. Elaine and Stephen are gone. Mentally gone. Stephen stands fully transformed and he looks like a goddamned wolf-bear. He's huge. His arms enfold Elaine and they hug briefly before he pushes her away. She goes to her hands and feet with her ass raised and he grips both of her ass cheeks with his claws, spreading her red, furry ass open to his muzzle. He pushes into her and then pulls back, licking along the length of her wet pussy.

I want them both. I want to join in. 'I'll cut Hannah off of you.' Again. Echoing in my mind. Drowning any sexual energy I can work up. Is it even possible? Would it kill me?

Stephen is sitting now, his huge legs angled and spread open. His massive cock throbs in the air. Elaine stands above him and then crouches, grabbing his dick with her paw, guiding him towards her pussy. Her tail thrashes once, twice and then stands rigid as she eases herself onto him. I watch her (now black) pussy lips spread wetly as he enters her. She hisses and moans and growls at the same time, pushing down to his knot. Stephen's hands are on her hips, claws kneading at her flesh. Elaine grabs his shoulders and closes her eyes. Slowly, she pulls herself down further and I watch her pussy envelope the knot at the base of Stephen's cock. The fur around Elaine's cunt is slick with her own juices. Her lips tighten suddenly as she passes the base of the knot and she collapses forward, her larger, furry breasts against Stephen's muzzle. Stephen looks up at her and then pushes up. Elaine yelps and moans and holds his neck tightly. Again, Stephen pushes up into her and then down, his knot bulging out of the base of her pussy. And again. With small, hard movements, Stephen fucks his mate while I watch.

'... cut Hannah off of you...' I close my eyes and press my palms against my temples. Everything is too much. I can't listen to them fuck. I can't think beyond the man's scratchy voice. I play through every single minute of my life since I opened that box. And then again. No. No, no, no. I don't want to lose this. I don't want to die.

I don't know how long I sit like that but eventually, I look up to see the two have stopped. Elaine can't even seem to hold herself up and she's laying heavily against Stephen's chest. They're both sweat and cum soaked. Nuzzling each other. I watch white globs of cum leak out of Elaine's pussy, catching in the thick tuft of fur surrounding it. I can smell it. Strongly. I remember the sweet, slightly salty taste of it.

I go to them. To both of them. I hug Elaine's back first. I feel her strength and her warmth. She gently pushes back against me but her muscles are rubbery. I hug Stephen the best I can from our positions, with Elaine knotted on him. He reaches an arm up to hold me tight. And then I pull them to the ground and I lie with them. I close my eyes and listen to their heart beats and feel their warm fur surrounding me. And, like a child, I fall asleep.

My dreams are full of red wetness. Blood and the stench of death. Screams. Nightmares. I wake shrieking and I feel Stephen's arms tighten around me. "Shhhh," he whispers to me. "Shhhh. I'm here. You've been having nightmares. It's okay."

My heart races and I'm clawing at Stephen until I realize that I’m okay and he's there. There and human. The sky is red with the sunset and I can't hear or smell Elaine in the house. "Wh..." I swallow and try again. "Where's Elaine?"

Stephen is stroking my hair. I love the sensation. The feeling. It's soothing. It's incredibly soothing. His voice is low and even. "She's gone to the store for food. She left about 5 minutes ago. She'll be back."

"'kay," I whisper to him. I feel like a small child in his arms. He hasn't changed his position except to pull himself closer to me. He's still naked and I feel his limp cock against my bare thigh. His sticky cock. I'm oddly okay with that. Mostly, I'm just grateful for him holding me right now.

"I'm sorry." I tell him, my voice low as if we're hiding in the bedroom from our parents. "I'm so sorry. For all of this. I didn't know. I didn't know it would happen. I'm so sorry. It's what I wanted to talk about when we got home. I wanted to talk to both of you about it."

Stephen continues to stroke my hair without talking. Finally, just as the worry is building within me, he answers. "It hurts. It hurts a lot. I don't know you. I don't know a damn thing about you. I know what you've told me but I don't know who you are. Are you smart? Are you funny? Are you kind? Are you a good person? You tried to save Elaine earlier this morning so that's in your favor. And you've told us your background but that's just words. Elaine knows you more than I do so far. She likes you. That's good, too. She's got good gut instincts even if she's entirely too optimistic for her own good. But, me? I'm not so easy to trust. I've heard too many lies. I've had too many people that I thought were good people come to me and tell me about some horrible thing they did and then beg me to help them." His hand is still stroking through my thick hair. Over and over in the same spot. I wait.

"Are you one of those people? Will I later find out you hurt someone badly? Murdered someone? Treated us badly? It takes time for me to trust. A long time. Elaine and I dated for 2 years before I finally admitted that I loved her. Before I could trust her with that. I'm not the kind of guy to just throw out the word whenever it works for me. It's a huge goddamned thing. Love. Should. Be. Earned. And then you. You fucking come along and I have no fucking choice." Despite the words, his tone of voice remains calm and even and his hand never falters. I feel even smaller now.

"It. Hurts. I didn't need that freak to tell me that whatever this is was forced on me. You think I wanted to touch you when you were a man? Do you know what was running through my head that morning? The struggle I had? All these new smells and feelings and everything ramming into my head. This... this thing growling in the back of my mind. And all I could do was beg. And abase myself. To you. And through it all, I felt this thing like love. Near enough that I can't tell the difference. Because of what you did. I didn't want this. Neither did Elaine. I was working through it. Making it okay before this fucking guy showed up."

I'm swallowing back tears. I can't help it. My face feels hot. Stephen is still running his hands through my hair. "Tell," his voice cracks and he clears his throat before he continues. "Tell me you're sorry again."

I swallow the lump in my throat. "I am sorry, Stephen."

I feel something drip onto my hair and I know he's crying. "Tell me you're a good person."

My own tears slip out unbidden. "I try," I whisper.

Stephen's arm tighten around me. "Tell me," he whispers back. "Tell me it's safe to love you."

I can't talk. I can't. I nod and the tears are hot and wet on my cheeks and hair.

"It still hurts. Still hurts. I have no choice and never did. The only thing keeping me here is that you didn't know. And now you're stuck with me. With us. But if you ever treat us badly, I will walk. And suffer from it. For probably forever but I won't stay around like some whipped dog."

I untangle myself from his arms and turn to face him. My eyes dart around his face. "I can't hurt either of you." I lean in, half-expecting Stephen to pull away but he doesn't. My lips touch his and we both close our eyes. Our tongues meet and I feel a thrum inside of me when my insides loosen, finally allowing me to ignore everything but the touch of my man. When I struggle to take my top off, Stephen nearly rips it off for me. The skirt comes off easier - the zipper is on the side. I expect him to take my panties off next but he doesn't and when I try to do it, he restrains me.

It takes a huge amount of effort but I let go. It's difficult but I just let go. Stephen rolls me carefully back onto my back and then straddles my body. His knees are next to mine and I feel his dick against my lower stomach. My nipples ache. Stephen kisses me again and I grab his short hair with my long fingers. My other hand goes to his back and I feel his broad, strong back muscles as he holds himself above me. He moves slightly and the head of his dick presses against my clit through my panties. I twist and moan and my hips automatically press up against him. His hands are in my hair and he pulls back, exposing my throat. I stop myself from reacting like the she-wolf wants me to. His beard is rough against my throat and he's growling slightly as he licks and kisses and bites gently against my neck. His lower body presses down and now he's grinding against my clit. My body moves of its own accord, my legs wrapping around his. Hips bucking in time to his movements.

"Stephen," I whimper. "Stephen. I want you inside of me. Please." The words are paradoxically both easy and hard to say. The 'Please.' He pulls himself down and his rough hand grabs my left breast, gripping and kneading at the flesh. I moan and whine as his dick slides away from my pussy. When I try to push myself down to feel him against me again, I feel him hold me in place. The she-wolf is growling but I ignore her. "Please, Stephen. Ple- Oh." His tongue flicks at my nipple and I arch my back. His wet mouth sucks the nipple in and his tongue works and over it. I feel the pressure building slowly within me. I grab the back of his head and press him down harder against the soft flesh of my breast and moan again when he takes my entire areola and nipple into his mouth. "God. God, yes. Stephen, please. Please."

My mate lets my nipple go but both hands go to my breasts and I bite my lip from the feeling of him pushing them together and kneading them. He kisses down my chest and stomach until he's at the top of my panties.

"I can smell you," he says. "Even if it weren't for the wolf, I could smell your sweet little pussy. And your taste. Your virgin taste. And how fucking tight you are. You have no idea how good you feel. My tight little virgin whore."

That's... oh, that's new. With the last sentence, I feel a flood inside my pussy. I've never let go this far. I've never just sat back and let someone take control this much. It's... I don't think I want it all the time but, goddamned am I wet. I - OH FUCK. Stephen's mouth is suddenly on my soaked panties and he's biting at my clit. Fuck fuck fuck. "Stephen. Stephen, please. Please for the love of god, fuck me. Please. I want your cock inside of me. Please."

He ignores me and pulls my panties off. I can feel the way the soaked fabric rubs at my sopping wet lips. I lift my legs up so he can pull them off easier and he growls loudly as my scent floods the room. With force, he shoves my legs down and apart and opens my cunt wide with his thumbs. His tongue enters me and I squirm, holding my legs open for him. Hol... hol.... the orgasm pushes through me and I buck with it but he's still sucking at me. I try to talk but he presses two fingers into my wetness and then presses up. Another orgasm and I'm trying to tell him to stop but I can't. I can't breathe. I can't... another orgasm and a spray of cum as I squirt, soaking his face. Stephen growls again and I see gold flash in his eyes.

"N... No. No. Stephen. Fuck me. As a man. Fuck me."

And, he does. He pulls himself forward, kissing me with the taste of my pussy on his lips and his wet beard rubbing against my face. His rock hard dick rubs against my clit and I reach for it but he grabs my hand and pulls it away. "Stephen. Stephen, fuck me. Fuck your... fuck your tight little whore. Please..." My voice is a girlish whine that turns into a whorish moan as his thick cock opens me. I forget the feeling every time and every time it surprises me. I feel his dick rub every bump and ridge inside of me as he slowly eases in, pressing until I feel his balls against my slick, soaked ass. He leans down and takes my nipple in his mouth again and I shudder. The nerve in my nipple is live all the way down to my pussy and I gasp while he sucks on me. His dick slides out and my pussy lips suck at him eagerly. And then in. "Fuck me, Stephen. Fuck your little whore. Fuck my tight cunt and fill it with your cum."

Every single line from every porn movie is going straight from my brain to my lips as I tell Stephen what a dirty whore I am and how much I want to feel him cumming inside of me and etc... etc... I twist and moan and buck and arch my back and pull myself down onto him until I'm matching his rhythm. He's close. His change is close. No. No, I want him human.

"Fuck me like you fucking mean it, Stephen. Pound m---FUCK!" He's slamming into me and it's hitting something deep inside of me. "FUCK! R... right there! What the fuck is that! Yes! Oh fucking god yes! Don't... don't stop... FUCK!" I claw into Stephen's back as one of my hardest orgasms yet rocks my body. And he doesn't stop. His body is burning up and I hear him grunting, pounding hard. I start pounding back. I tell him - I tell him I'm his whore. I tell him everything.

But when I tell him I'm his mate, that's what pushes him over the edge. He grips the carpet and he groans hard. I push myself down eagerly on him and three orgasms crash into me one after another as his dick swells with each pulse of his cum. I feel it fill me. I feel how much more wet I become and the way it drills deep into me.

I look at him and see how feral he's becoming. His arms press tight against the sides of my tits and I can feel the muscles in them twitching with his oncoming change. I reach up and caress the side of his face. "Shhh," I tell him, my eyes never leaving his. "Shhh, come back to me, Stephen. Come back to me. Shhhh..." His brows knit together in confusion but I keep talking gently to him as his cum leaks out of my pussy.

Slowly. Slowly my mate calms. I hug him to my body and I feel both of our hearts beating so fast. We're almost too warm together but the feeling of his naked skin against mine is intoxicating. My whole body feels alive and sensitive. I stop him when he tries to pull out. "Don't," I tell him. "Don't. Stay there. Stay in me. Just stay with me."

Time passes and we just lie together, holding each other close. I hear Elaine singing outside as she comes home. Her song stops as she reaches the front door. Stephen and I watch the dead bolt open and Elaine looks around the corner sheepishly.

"Ummm... I... I bought some condoms...?"

Fuck. Right. Fucking condoms. I sigh and pull myself off of Stephen. His limp, wet cock slips out easily and a blob of his cum follows shortly as I sit up. My breasts and nipples ache. I rub at my eyes with the palms of my hands.

"We should talk. I'll find clothes."

Chiaroscuros · 09-06-2013

Wow, could this get any hotter?

-C

CNash · 09-07-2013

Damn. Not just the sex... and the sex, and the other sex... did I mention the sex?

But the "answers"... that were not what our protagonist wanted to hear. The wizard, Thomas, is quite possibly one of your creepiest, scariest creations, especially when you mention his voice not matching his mouth movements. I also caught the foreshadowing - she feels like she's "still male but wrapped in a female body", and then the wizard tells her that's exactly what she is. "I'll cut Hannah off of you"... *shudder*

As always, totally worth the wait. Looking forward to the next chapter!

LycanDope · 09-07-2013

Thanks for the compliments!

I think I have two chapters left for this and I hope to have the next one out this coming week.

So, good stuff?

LycanDope · 11-06-2013

Layers chapter 9...

Consider the scene.

Elaine stands at the door with a small bag of various things. I smell salt and vinegar chips, beef jerky and the aforementioned condoms. Mostly those because the chemical latex smell is somehow mocking my lack of foresight. Goddamn these hormones and Stephen's body. That sexy, sexy body. Elaine smells slightly anxious and something close to jealous but not quite that. It's a complex thing and I’m not sure how to untangle it just yet. I don't think it's entirely bad. Probably. I like her outfit and a small piece of me quickly wonders if I'd look as cute as her in it. She's got a loose knit dark green cap covering just the tips of her ears. A light black wool pea coat covers a green top that dips down to show a bit of her cleavage and there's an intricate pattern woven along the top of it. Well-worn blue jeans disappear into stylish black boots with an ample bit of heel to them. The tip of her nose is red from the slight cold outside and the freckles along her cheeks hide like startled animals amongst the blush rising there.

All of that and my immediate thought is: I like her shirt. Would it look good on me? I blame the recent shopping trip and all the clothes I tried on.

Stephen is on the floor, propped up on his elbow and hip. His face is stubbly and I don't have to close my eyes to feel the way it scratches against me when we kiss. His eyes flicker to Elaine before settling back on me. He's more relaxed now. His control has set in and the emotions from earlier are swept under the rug again. I know they're still there. I know he still worries. It's who he is. The thick hair on his chest is matted from our... activities from earlier. There is dried cum (both of ours) on his penis and it lies down and across his right thigh. His testicles are somewhat baggy but hidden behind a thicket of pubic hair. I should be laughing at his penis right now. It's small and just kind of lying there. He's huge when he's hard so it's kind of like a comically deflated balloon. A penis balloon. Nice. But, no. I ache inside this woman's body. A good ache from that penis. Deep inside of this woman's vagina. From the little experience I have with being fucked, I know I'll be sore for a while. And he's owning it right now. Stephen is just lying there, watching me. Knowing that he took me. Letting that go was more difficult than I imagined but I want it again. I want him to take me again. So, no, I don't giggle at his penis. I crave it.

And now, me. Standing like a naked female wrestler. I can feel Stephen's cum in me. His cum in me. It's an interesting thing. If you take it just as that then it's just his cum inside of me and it's going to leak out by itself (in fact, a little bit of it is now that I'm standing up) or it's going to do it when I sit down to pee. And it's just another liquid. Sure, that's one way to think of it. But, being wholly new to this experience, I take it a bit further because I sometimes overthink things. This man took me and fucked me and came inside of me. I shiver a little at the memory of his thick cock pulsing deep inside of my vagina. The memory makes me warm and hungry for him yet again. How do I explain it beyond that, though? I am a woman and as Elaine pointed out earlier, I could become pregnant. Probably. I mean, I assume everything is there and works just like it should. So, my mate mounted me and filled me with his cum and I could get pregnant from it. I still don't think I'm explaining how it's different. Before, I took him. This time, he took me. I relaxed my control and he took it from my hands.

I submitted to Stephen sexually and he mated me. The trace feelings of submission run through my body and I blush slightly at the touch of them. I blush like a shy maiden on her first bedding because that's basically what this was. It... softened me temporarily and for the first time, I think I felt more in line with my feminine side. No, I'm not saying that all women are weak and should submit and yadda yadda. Listen to what I'm saying. I'm saying I think for the first time, I accepted the feminine side of who I am rather than being a man in a woman's body.

I'll attack from another direction before I sound like a misogynistic pig. Even before all of this, I understood that, okay, women are not just supposed to be barefoot in the kitchen and men aren't all out punching bears and slugging back cases of beer. Well, most aren't. Gender is fluid. Sexuality is fluid. I'm learning this more and more these days. But, take masculinity and femininity. They're layered in thousands of years of socially acceptable norms forced on people. But, ignore a lot of that and we'll boil it down. Feminine is the nurturer. The loving giver. The bottom, sexually. The... gatherer rather than the hunter. I don't want to get into all the yin and yang or Jungian psychology but let's put it at that. Biology and evolution has forced women into that role but let's separate it from women and just leave it as that. It's a male or female in that role. Masculinity is the hunter. The sexual top. The dominant taker. That's also a role both men and women can play. But it's never so simple as that and people can flow between one to the other or find a happy place inbetween.

And then society gets in the way and we're suddenly forced to think that real men are the bread winners and have to be tough and take care of the poor fragile women. That shit's hard to shake off, even when you know deep down that it's ridiculous, years and years of growing up with that around you makes it instinctive. I wouldn't call myself an outdoorsman at all or a man's man but I still feel the pull of the whole "A man should take care of a woman." And then, holy crap, you add in this Alpha wolf stuff and that boosts it by an incredible amount. I am the masculine hunter. I take. I prowl. I kill. I give the fucking orders. Becoming (I feel a slight gag at the thought) Hannah did me no favors in getting in touch with my feminine side.

But, that's just what I did with Stephen. That's why I just felt for the very first time in my life. I purposefully let go and embraced that other part of me. The feminine part. No, not because I grew breasts. I mean I let go and I surrendered myself and I let Stephen take me and guide me.

I submitted to him and it went beyond the sexual part of it. At the moment, sure, it was completely sexual. But, I opened myself completely to it. I trusted and loved him and it did something to me slightly. I just gave him a very, very large and scared part of myself and trusted him to handle it gently and he did. It was, in hindsight, terrifying. And, I think, very important for me. I see the edge of something that I want to explore more with him. I don't want to be submissive always but I feel like I made an important discovery - just the tip of it. I want to know what it means for me. I want to see where it takes me and how it changes me.

So, yes, dammit. In a way I'm furthering stereotypes about women and femininity because I feel like I just embraced my womanhood in an important manner. And for some reason, the whole "I could get pregnant" thing adds to it and I can't exactly yet put my finger on the reason why that makes a difference. For the other parts of it, what the difference is to me is that I refuse to see it completely like that. What I'm going to try to set in my brain is that having this body gave me the opportunity to let the control go. Having a penis does weird things to your thoughts and I'd never thought before that I was bisexual or gay. Perhaps... perhaps it was in me to one day have a man or woman take control sexually in some way - with a strap-on or anal sex or just submitting in some way to them. It's just that until this point in my life, all I knew was that I had a penis and I was the one doing the fucking. Great fun for all around but I had no idea what I was missing and this woman's body gave me a shortcut to the process. I took a step from the rigid society-enforced male heterosexual dominance game and into the wide world of gender and sex fluidity. A toe in the water.

I'm learning an immense amount lately and it feels like sometimes it's a bit too much. And there are so many more things to worry about and think about. Where do you even start?

If you're me at this moment, probably you do something about the sudden goop of cum cold-creeping its way down your thigh. So, I grab Elaine. "Us girls have to use the bathroom. Back in a bit. I have to dispose of this love juice. And pee." Elaine makes a funny "ew" face but puts the bag down and follows after me, kicking her boots off as she walks.

My bathroom is tiny and with two people in it, I feel like a clown packing in other clowns in an attempt to break the circus clown bathroom packing record. With a sexy lady circus clown. That's acceptable to me. I unceremoniously sit down on the toilet and kind of hunch forward with my arms under my tits. I sometimes forget how soft and, yet, firm they feel on me. I kind of love my boobs. I'll save the details of the sound of cum glooping out of me but it basically gloops. It's not exactly sexy. Elaine straddles the edge of the bathtub and politely looks at the ceiling while I don't at all grunt to get cum out of me. Oh, huh. My breasts are covered in Stephen's chest hair. His curly chest hairs. Hah. Okay. That's kind of a weird juxtaposition. I add "picking chest hair off of my chest" to the cum expelling.

"So," I tell Elaine. "Hi."

Elaine grins at the non-existent spider in the corner of the ceiling. "Hi," she says back.

"I didn't use a condom. I'm a terrible woman. I should just be popping out babies left and right and wading through a sea of them right now. I mean, seriously, Stephen gets all sexy with me and all I can think about is his cock and how great it feels. Oh, by the way, as a previous man I can tell you one benefit to being a woman. I can sit here on the toilet and think about cocks and vaginas and sex and be all turned out but not have to worry about getting a sudden boner. Let me tell you, as a man, it sucks ass to get a boner on the toilet. You don't want your dick touching the inside of the toilet lid." I'm rambling. I know I am. I need to just carefully and gently get my actual thoughts off my chest before I change my mind.

Elaine laughs and looks at me. "Ugh, seriously? That's gross. But, yeah, isn't it great? You can stare at a guy's ass or the bulge in his pants and all that happens is a bit of happy dance in the pants but no evidence of it. That's part of the trick because then you can continue to be all serene and queen-like and regal while your vagina is slobbering away at the thought of dancing on some guy's cock. They never need to know. One of the many, many tricks of being a woman."

Now it's my turn to laugh. "Oh my god, I always knew it. Women are assholes." We giggle together a bit and, well, that's good because it helps to, ummm, cleanse. "Are you mad at me? Or jealous about something?" Oh Jesus. Yeah. Careful and gentle. Good job, you.

"Wha- no. What in the world? Why would I be mad at you?" Elaine looks genuinely puzzled and I'm relieved about that.

"It's my nose. I smell something around you sometimes when I'm with Stephen and it smells like jealousy. Or something. And I don't want you to be jealous because I don't want to get between you two and I don't want to cause problems. And because it's confusing as well. During the walk earlier I couldn't even decide where to stand." Why am I sitting on a toilet while having this conversation? Why am I dumb like that?

"No no no." Elaine is waving her hand in front of her face and there's a slight blush in her cheeks again. "No. I'm... I'm not jealous. It's, I think it's possessiveness. And happiness. It's weird. No, that's not quite it, either. I have a place with Stephen and I know how strong that is. I know how much he loves me. Then there's you suddenly. Suddenly my head is filled with you and I know Stephen feels the same. But, umm, I feel like we all belong together. I feel like we're all in a triangle holding onto this rope but your pull is so much stronger than mine or Stephen's pull. Well, so, maybe I'm a little nervous. And maybe I'm a tiny bit jealous when you're with him because I want to be with you. And with him too. But that's just silly because I am with both of you. So... so... maybe a tiny bit of jealousy? But not in a bad way? Maybe?" Her voice is down to nearly a whisper and she's not looking up at me by the end. So it is bothering her in a real way.

What am I supposed to do about this while on the toilet? Why did I decide to have this conversation while Elaine's husband's cum is leaking out of me? Ah. I think... yeah, I think it's finally done. Holy shit he cums a lot. "Gimme a sec," I tell Elaine. Standing, I grab a bit of toilet paper and oh, crap, still sensitive. Still a little sensitive. I gently dot myself off. From the front. Showing my wizard's sleeve off to the world. Or, well, Elaine. I cough a bit and then straddle the tub next to Elaine. It's colder than a witch's titty but I run pretty warm these days so it's easy to ignore. I mentally chortle at the whole 'wizard sleeve' thing. I used to have an email with a list of euphemisms for women's vaginas and that was my favorite one. I never got around to trying to refer to any of my girlfriend's vaginas by the name but, hey, look, I have my own now. Well, but not the drooping actual wizard's sleeve kind. No. Mine's actually tucked in like a Photoshopped porn magazine model's vagina. Very compact and cute and sexy.

I could tell Elaine that it's all okay and she'll be fine. She'd believe me and trust me. I know she would. It is a very unfortunate side effect of this whole werewolf stuff. Which, by the way, holy shit, werewolves. Sometimes I forget that too. Fucking werewolves. Literally. I am her Alpha and I could tell her to get over it and she probably would. There'd be some emotional pain but she'd drop it. Of course I won't do that. But, I'm also not just going to tell her it's okay. I've been doing that. I've been pushy reassuring people.

I reach out to touch her leg and then just look at her. "What can I do to help, Elaine?" Look at the big bad Alpha asking for opinions now. Watch out, soon I'll be begging to be tied out and used.

She's surprised again. Slightly. Her hand closes around mine and she smiles her crooked little semi-fragile smile. I want to hold her tight against me. "No, I'll be fine. It's hard for me to talk about because I want everyone to be happy but just nudge me and get me to talk about it if you see me shutting down a little bit. New relationships always come with issues and this is a pretty different new relationship."

"I'll never get between you and Stephen. Not in that way. Seeing you two together in the way you both have together is the thing that drew me to you. Stephen needs you to pull him out of the dark space he has around himself. And he grounds you so well. I've never seen such a strong love between two young people, Elaine. I'll never break that." God. I sound sappy as hell but it's true. It's one of the main reasons I love them - they're disgustingly in love with each other and fit so well with each other that it makes me cringe some times. "Hell, I don't think I could. Consider me your cheerleader. Now, do..."

There's a solid knock on the front door that's followed by a massive crash that almost sounds like my door being broken. I hear muffled voices and Elaine is already up and at the bathroom door. She's almost too fast. I follow her out and then stop at the scene in the living room.

That sound that sounded like my door being broken? It was my door being broken. The doorframe is splintered around the top and bottom where the door was hung and the door itself is on the couch. There is a trail of splinters from the doorway to the door's final resting place on my couch. I'm hoping the door can use them to find its way back onto the hinges. Somehow. Stephen is ... ah. That's why. It's the man from earlier this morning. The second one - the one that backed off. He's currently on his stomach on my living room and trying to talk. Except he can't because Stephen is trying to crush his skull into the carpet. Stephen is still naked but looks a bit more hairy than when I left him. He's growling and pressed against the man with one hand holding the other man's left hand out and to the side and his right hand playing trash compactor with the floor and the man's head.

Elaine gasps. "You're that guy! From before! What the hell are you doing here?"

The man's left eye flicks over to her. It's red and watering from the pain I'm sure Stephen is causing him right now.

I stand a little in front of Elaine, between her and the man. "Stephen, you're going to kill him and I'm not entirely sure you should right now. Why don't you ease up a bit? Stephen? Ah, fuck." Stephen is drooling from the corner of his mouth. The muscles along his spine have doubled in size and his tailbone is expanding. Claws on his feet are tearing into the floor and his bare cock is fully sheathed in thick fur. He's growling louder now and ignoring me. "Stephen! Get the fuck off of him now." My voice has dropped a bit and I feel an anger from the wolf at the back of my mind. Anger at the disobedience from the male. I crouch down to catch his eye and the muscles in my legs bunch more than they should. A line of heat traces from my shoulders down to my hands and I see fur growing in waves down my arms. My right hand is clawed and my teeth ache. My pussy feels hot for some reason.

"Stephen, listen to her. Let him go, honey. Stephen?" Elaine is anxious behind me and I can hear a hint of fear in her voice. She knows he could easily kill this person.

My voice rumbles with the change. "Stephen. NOW!" He looks at me and growls, brow furrowing with extra skin as his jaw cracks under the pressure of larger teeth growing in. Stephen's right arm is a furry mass of muscle and the man under him has his eyes closed against the pain. Stephen's not there and the wolf in me is practically begging to cause pain. So, I hit him. It's not as hard as I could do since I'm crouching and the stance is awkward but I'm fast and he's not expecting it and, well, I'm a fucking werewolf. Stephen's head snaps back and I follow him with it, leaping to grab him around the throat. He's quite strong but this isn't like earlier with the two men. I'm half-changed myself and it's accelerating. Something feels different. I don't know if it was from this morning or this afternoon meeting with the crazy man or from the revelation after sex with Stephen but I can feel the change happening way more quickly. I embrace it and I feel my tail push out of my body while I bear down on Stephen. He's yowling and scrabbling at me with his claws. I feel him twisting and trying to get out of my grasp as Elaine pulls the man away from him. Stephen is feral and frenzied and it takes everything I have to hold him in place. My legs are wrapped around his thighs and I lock my forearm across his thick throat while he sputters.

And then I let go and hit the back of his head. This time I'm in a good position and it hits him hard. He yelps like, well, a struck dog. I hit him again and he stops reaching for the other man in order to protect his head. His long, wolf-like ears are laid flat and he's whimpering slightly so I stop hitting. Instead I grab the thick fur at the base of his neck and press him down hard. I try to tell him to stop fucking moving but it comes out as a growling grumble. Regardless, he goes limp as he looks away from me and to the ground.

I stand and relish in the power of Hannah's werewolf. My werewolf. I feel huge. I'm standing on the thickly padded balls of my feet and I can feel my long tail lay flat against the back of my furry thighs and slightly between my round, furred ass cheeks. I thought my hips were amazing as a woman but as a female werewolf, I think I could birth a full litter. THAT thought makes me want to blush again. My heart thrums in my chest and I want to run hard. I want to claw and run and jump and use every single expanded muscle in my body. My enormous breasts lay heavy against my chest but the weight is nothing on me. I stand unashamed in front of everyone, including the stranger. Even if I were slightly embarrassed, my sex is hidden behind a thick brown tuft of fur that spreads to my belly button. I'm somehow slightly wet and I'm sure everyone here can smell it. We're all werewolves here, hey? But, I'm still me. Still conscious. Still rational. Just, well, more angry. More ready. To do anything. Something funny, though. I don't know what to do with my hands. Do I put them on my hips and strike a cocky pose? Do I just put them at my side and ignore them? I settle for crossing them under my large, soft, furry tits instead. And then I stare at the man kneeling by Elaine.

Elaine's eyes are huge. Has she seen me transformed while she was still human? She looks over at Stephen (still on the floor) and then back to me. Her cheeks are flushed and there' s a slight sweaty sheen to her face. "It's," she swallows. "It's... you're beautiful. And Stephen... It's taking everything I have not to follow you two. It's really... it's really hard to ignore your smell and the urges. Really hard. Both of you. Oh my gosh. I never knew. Is that what I look like? How come you're still okay? How come you're not freaking out? Oh my gosh. You're magnificent."

I step to her and cradle her cheek with the raspy black padding on the tips of my paw. She's so tiny right now. So small. I can smell her struggle. She smells vaguely like sour sweat and her pupils are dilated. I can't imagine how hard it is for her right now. How hard it is to ignore me and Stephen at the same time.

The man looks up briefly before bowing his head again. "I'm sorry," he tells me. I'm sorry for coming to your home, Alpha. It's against everything I was taught but I didn't know what else to do."

I... woof at him and he continues as if he understands.

"You're... Jesus, you're big. I don't think I've ever met another wolf like you. Fuck. This was such a bad fucking idea. I thought the big guy there was bad enough but, Jesus. I have to talk. Can you..." The man swallows and peeks up at me again for a moment. "Can you change back so I can talk to you? Please?"

Well, shit. Can I? Maybe... maybe there... I relax. Somehow. In a not-exactly-relaxing kind of way. The wolf growls in the back of my mind but I let something go and relax and the change follows behind it. In reverse. It hurts. A lot. Enough that I find the nearest wall and press my forehead against it. The fur pulls back into my body and then goes god knows where else. Muscles hum and twist in my body in sickening ways, snapping bones as they go. Joints pop out of sockets that no longer fit them. I think my jaw is the worse one until my spine does something that makes me drop to my knees. I almost pass out at that one. I'm sweating all over and shaking. My tail hangs limply on my bent leg and it looks kind of gross without the fur. Very gross actually. Just wrinkly skin and bones. But, soon, it pulls back into my spine and I can't hold back the moan that escapes my lips. My breasts shrink with my chest as if they were being pulled tighter. Finally, the changes stop and I dry heave next to me. My stomach is in knots and I feel like I just did a million sit-ups. And pull-ups. And ran 20 miles barefoot.

Elaine looks even more wide-eyed. "Where does all the hair go?" She asks. "Is there like a layer of hair under your skin? Oh my god. Is there a layer of hair lurking under MY skin? Oh my god. Oh my god." She's not really freaking out but I can see that she's intensely curious about it.

"I," I gasp. "I don't want to do that again soon." I stand on shaky legs and head over to the bathroom closet to pull a beach towel from the bottom. It fits around me nicely and I stumble back into the living room. Stephen is still a werewolf and is glaring at the man from the side of the couch. "Elaine, why don't you go sit with Stephen. I think he could use some calming down and his wife should be perfect for that. Just don't get frisky, yeah? We all know where that goes."

Elaine nods and goes to sit by Stephen. She pulls his head into her lap and idly caresses the top of his head while whispering to him about how much she loves him even if he smells bad right now. And how she'll get him a good little doggie bed for the bedroom and a water bowl and a collar and call him Spot. I think there's something wrong with her but I wouldn't ever want her to change.

I look at the man by the open door and then nod toward the chair opposite the couch. "Why don't you sit?" I tell him. "Gimme a second with this door." I either have really thick feet now (possible) or there's no tiny slivers as I don't feel little tiny stabby things as I bring the door back over to the doorway. I kind of just lean the door against the frame and it stays there. I look at Stephen and sigh. Elaine is scratching him under his furry chin and he's drooling slightly while she coos at him. When I sit on the couch, I spread my legs scandalously far apart under the towel. "So," I tell him. "How about you start over?"

The man nods and brushes black hair away from his eyes. He's got patchy stubble on his cheeks and looks way younger than he probably is when he cleans up. "I'm, well, I'm Tyler. I know it's bad shit to break in on an Alpha's territory but I didn't even know you were here and it's a really small community. I thought I knew all of us. And Alphas are, well, you guys don't exactly hide usually. So, I'm really fucking sorry to do that."

I wave the stuff away. "Right, okay, there's time for questions later. Why are you here?"

"I... there's a wolf I follow. I didn't have a choice. James and I grew up together on the streets. Ran away from our parents when we were young and kept running because if your parents are wolves you have to run fast and long to get away from them. James is fucking retarded but he used to not be as bad. He's the one that hit you."

"I remember. I remember very well."

"Yeah. Yeah, I bet you do. You're lucky to be alive. I don't know why you didn't change but he wouldn't have stood a chance if you had. Anyway, he used to be okay but a little while back this new guy shows up and finds us. He just takes over. Not an Alpha but he's not the kind of guy you cross. He's scary as fuck and out of his mind. Mostly I just try to stay away and it's been us stealin' shit for him but he's got some hold on James or talks to him different or something because he's all fucked up talking about how we got this power but we don't use it right and all that shit. How we always runnin' and hidin' when we should be standing up for ourselves and taking whatever we fucking want. It's not right. It's not right but James ain't as smart as me and this other fucker has his claws deep into him."

Stephen is slowly changing back and I can see it out of the corner of my eyes. He's moaning and grunting from it while his body shifts. "All right," I tell Tyler. "So?"

"So, whatever. I'm used to people like this. Like my parents. Do this. Don't do that. Do what I fuckin' say or I'll break your head open. But, listen, I was a dumb kid when I ran away. My parents were assholes but they wasn't like this asshole. He's..." The kid stops and looks at the hands in his lap. I wait. And wait some more.

"He what?"

"He's killin' kids. Girls. I caught James with this girl, couldn't be more than sixteen. He was bringing her to the guy. We had it out but he's stronger than me and I left. I didn't know what to fuckin' do. Stealin' is one thing but killin' people? Killin' fucking kids? No way. No fucking way, man." His hands are gripped tight enough that they're purely white. He's still not looking at me. I can smell salt before I see tears leaking out of his eyes and dripping into his lap. "It ain't fuckin' right."

Little girls. Why does that ring a bell? And what kind of sick... "Why? Why's he doing it? And why come to me and not the police? What do you want me to do about it?"

He looks up and his eyes are red from the tears. "You know we don't go to the cops about this shit. Ever. And what do you mean, what do I want you to do about it? You're the Alpha. You take him down. It's what you guys do. There's not another one of you within a hundred miles at least. I go back and I'm dead. James ain't no friend of mine anymore and Scott is out of his fuckin'-"

I'm on my feet before I know it. "Who? Who did you say?"

Tyler shrinks back in his chair before me. His eyes are wild with fear. "S... Scott. The other guy is Scott. This new guy. Came into town almost five months back. Scott. Big crazy fucker."

I look at Elaine and she looks scared as well. Stephen has his eyes closed in pain and whatever else happens when those two change back. He's trembling slightly and his lips are dry.

"Scott? Does he have an accent? Canadian accent?"

"Y... yeah, it could be. He talks funny sometimes but I never asked. You don't ask guys like that where they're from. The weak just listen and do what they're told. That's how it's always been. You know that."

I growl and step forward. "No, I don't fucking know and that's now how I do things. I've only been a wolf for a few fucking days."

"You-" Tyler swallows. "You're fucking lying. Sorry. But that's impossible. That's impossible. Alphas are born, not made. You don't... you can't..."

I look over at Elaine and she nods. I sit again. And I tell him. I leave out little things but I tell him about Thomas and the box and the suit and everything that happened. It takes longer than I thought it would and the man gapes at me the entire time. I don't know what's the bigger surprise for him - that I was a man or that I wasn't born a werewolf. An Alpha.

"That," he pauses. "That's some crazy ass shit. Are you fucking with me? Tell me you're fucking with me. Please tell me. I know I ain't smart but that's just..."

I shake my head. "The reason why I didn't change to fight this morning is because I don't know how to do it. It just happens and I go with it. Something feels different now but this isn't me. I didn't even think this was real stuff a week ago. I was just a simple guy a week ago."

Tyler is shaking his head back and forth. "I'm screwed. I'm so fucked. Oh my god. I'm so fucking screwed."

A quiet voice gasps from Elaine's lap. "Y... you said little girls." Stephen's eyes are open but he's in pain and his voice is soft. "Was..." Stephen's swallow is painful. "Was one of their names Alanna?"

Tyler looks at me before answering. I cock my eyebrow and nod. "I don't know, man. I think James said something about a Sarah but I was so fucking mad that the change hit me before I could say much of anything and then we were fighting it out. I don't remember nothing about an Alanna. I don't even know how many times this sick fuck has done this. But, I know I can't go back to him. I can't go back to him now. I'll die before I do anything else for that fucker. I'd run back to my pack on the East Coast but that's my parent's pack and it's a toss-up whether they'd kill me or take me in."

Scott. The Scott. Right here. Possibly the one murdering the little girls around the area. The one that murdered Hannah and started this whole thing. Scott. And now this guy shows up and wants me to do something about it.

I look at this Tyler guy. "Did he bring the little girl straight to Scott?"

"No, Scott stays out until way late. He won't be back until like midnight."

I sigh. I ponder. And weigh options. And, then: "There is a coffee shop two blocks away. Go get yourself something to drink. Come back in about thirty minutes. I need to talk to Stephen and Elaine. But, be back or I'll come find you. I'm not Scott but I'll fucking hunt you down if you run tonight."

Tyler's face goes white. "Y... yes, ma'am. I'll come back. I will." And, with that, he goes. Stepping around the door and then putting it back into place as he leaves.

I pull the towel off as I stand and then I go to the kitchen to grab a large glass of water. I bring it with me and hand it to Elaine. It takes a bit of arranging but I insert myself under Stephen so his hips are on my lap. And then I realize what a stupid idea that was because I'm still naked. We're both still naked.

Stephen sits up partially and sips at the water from the cup Elaine is holding. She sets the cup down and then strips down to nothing before laying her head down on Stephen's hip. I feel her small breasts against my thigh as she snuggles into a comfortable position. Her hand finds Stelphen's hand and they twine their fingers together. A happy, warm little puppy pile. I stroke both of their backs quietly for a while and the effect is incredibly soothing. My mates. I feel complete with them.

After a while, I speak up. "I have to do this, I think. Even if it weren't for the little girl, I'd have to do it. I think I can control the change so I'll be okay but I have to go to this guy and finish this. And pray the little girl is still alive."

"I'm coming," Elaine tell me, without hesitation. "We both are." I can feel Stephen nodding his head against me.

"I'm feeling better already," Stephen tells me. His voice does sound stronger. "I'm not letting there be any chance for that little girl to be hurt. Or for you to get hurt."

"Me to get hurt again, you mean? For Hannah to be hurt again?"

"No," he rasps. "It's you. You're not Hannah. You never were Hannah. I want to protect you."

Stephen and Elaine unfold around me and Elaine sits off to the side. Stephen sits on his knees and my eyes are quickly drawn to his dick. His pubic hair is dense but short and his penis looks even slightly more wolf-like. The head is definitely tapered a bit more like a wolf's penis than a human's penis and there' s a very, very slight bulge where his wolf's knot would be. I feel my insides loosen as I grow wet at the memory of being knotted by him and I wonder if that lust will ever go away. His arms and chest look stronger than when I first met him. And his shoulders - his shoulders are lined with muscle. I guess the transformations have at least some lasting effect. His eyes shine quietly in the light as he stares at me and my heart skips a beat.

Stephen leans in and his lips brush mine. I grip the back of his hair and pull him in harder for an actual kiss, my mouth parting for his tongue. My male brain is all quiet on the "You're kissing another guy!" front. I don't care. I don't even know when I stopped making excuses about having a woman's body. I just love the guy. And he kisses like a raging fire and it makes my cheeks burn and my pussy wet. I try to pull him down to my breasts but he pulls away and shakes his head. I whine slightly and then do feel the male part of me get a bit embarrassed.

"No," he tells me. "Not right now. I want you badly but we have to do this thing now." He stands and catches his breath. His dick is pounding and hard in the air before him. I want to reach for it. I have to physically restrain myself from reaching for his dick because I want to put it in my mouth. I want to run my tongue along the length of him and cup his balls while playing with the head of his dick. And, again, the male part of me is silent. And eager. It's not a male and female part of me anymore. It's just me.

Elaine reaches for my face and turns it to her. Her kiss is light and sweet and full of unspoken words. I lose myself in her kiss and, for some reason, I feel tears starting. Why? Why with her? Because of our conversation? Because of this morning? We hug and her nipples press against the inside of my heavy breasts. My desire for her is only muted by the strange sudden flood of emotions. She's warm and soft and I want to lie with her for hours. I don't even care if we talk about scrunchies or clothes as long as we're touching and talking.

She stands as well and I notice Stephen has left the room. I hear him rummaging around for clothes and Elaine goes to join him.

I stand alone and consider the scene.

LycanDope · 11-12-2013

The final chapter. I hope everyone enjoyed it! I'll happily take thoughts on how it turned out!
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What does one wear when one knows one is going to transform into a massive werewolf killing machine later in the evening? And, yes, that works as both a "werewolf that is a killing machine" and a "werewolf-killing machine" except not a machine, per se. I don't need Thomas suddenly appearing in a puff of disgusting, putrid stench to tell me that "Surprise! You were a robot all along! Lolz!" I can handle a lot of stuff but I think that would be my breaking point. So, what does a young sexy werewolf lady wear? Something you don't particularly care about? Something that rips easy? Something with easy movement? Oh gosh. I can see myself showing up in one of the cute new skirts I bought, scowling and growling and kind of tossing my hips back and forth all sexy and sassy. Freedom of movement, less fabric to tear when changing and, hey, check out my ass and legs! I'm sure it'd go a long way into terrifying the bad guys into submission.

Bad guys, huh? Last week the bad guys were the people in my own company - the ones harassing me to release credit holds on customers so they could try to sell shit to them. That was that. Bad guys exist in books and movies and are so far away from my life that it might as well be another country. Okay, I suppose there are bad guys in real life. Terrorists and drug lords and gang members and so forth. It happens, right?

I have some time before Tyler comes back and it sounds like Elaine and Stephen are getting in some time alone so I just sit naked on my couch. I can feel the cold air coming in through the gaping holes of the front door but this body of mine runs hot and I'm assuming that's the werewolf side. It's a nice addition, especially with the cold slowly creeping in at nights. I feel my longer, thicker hair against my right ear and my hand automatically goes to tuck it behind the ear. It's funny how quickly that little habit took hold. I pause and wonder, though. Is it Hannah taking over or is it actually just me getting used to having hair like this? My reaction or the ghost of a reaction from Hannah? I never liked theoretical philosophical questions of the whole "Is this really reality" and the thought kind of upsets me so I put it aside. Until and if I feel her changing my actions then she's dead and I just happen to look exactly like her. I sure the hell am not going to start thinking of how I'm living in her skin. This is me. This is who I am now.

When I look down my body, I see perfection. Or, near to it. Hannah was a beautiful woman. I'm hunched slightly and I can see the very tip of my vagina. The clit guy. The awesome guy. My favorite little guy, actually. My tits have a very, very slight sag to them but that's because they're so damn big and gravity is gravity. Huh. I think the left one might actually be slightly bigger than the right. That's normal, right? Sometimes? I cradle the bottom of both of them with my long fingers and gently rub against the soft skin. I feel their heft when I lift up. My nipples are down a bit and pointed off to the sides. They're currently a bit flat and that's pretty cool. When my nails scratch against my tits, I have to twist a little on the couch. I like the way that feels and I watch the darker skin around my right nipple tighten, pushing the little guy out. I can feel the skin move around when I watch and concentrate on it. That's also nice. Mesmerizing, even.

Another thing I enjoy is the muscles along my stomach. I haven't done a single sit-up but running my hands slowly down my side feels like I'm rubbing a slightly padded rock. Even hunched over slightly, I have very little extra skin bunched up. Below my belly button are fine blond hairs tracing down to my sparse brown pubic hair. The little blond hairs are slightly ticklish when I gently run my fingertip along them. I wonder if the blond is from my male side since I used to be blond or if it's normal for the small hairs to be different color. My pubic hair is a finger-width line that fans out slightly above my clit. That hair is almost like a bristle.

I can smell the scent of my vagina even if my legs weren't open and bare. I'm hoping that's also a werewolf thing and I make a note to ask Elaine about it... if it doesn't start a conversation about stroppy vaginas. It's almost a different scent each day now that I've had it for more than a day. Very subtly different but sometimes stronger and sometimes more faint. I pull my legs up to my chest and the scent becomes stronger. My legs are smooth against my chest and I don't feel any strain like I would've had as a man. I'm way more flexible and the absence of a penis seems to let my legs bend more easily. It's hard to describe the difference but I remember a slight pull against different muscles when I was a man. My legs have those little tiny blond hairs, too so I guess it's a normal thing. In a strange way, I really look forward to finding out all the "normal" woman things that happen. Messing with my hair, maybe learning how to do makeup, trimming my fingernails and, well, hell, who knows? Being a woman. Hopefully it's not all creepy dudes staring at you in the stores and things like that.

I glance around but there's nobody there so, with my knees bent and against me, I extend my right leg out and up. And up. All the way vertical and it doesn't even hurt. Okay, now I'm impressed with myself. The muscles in my thigh look like they were etched in marble - solid and perfectly formed against pale skin. I push my toes straight up and my calf muscles shift. I bring the leg slowly back down again. And then up, watching the way everything works. I'm enjoying this. I haven't spent enough time just looking at myself as a woman. Too many creepy wizards and hypnotized squirrels and hot naked men and women. Well, one of each of those in particular. The hot naked man and woman. The view straight down my body is like something out of one of the few wet dreams I've had. And, sure, I'll admit - I turn myself on. A lot. If the mood was different, I'd probably be masturbating furiously right now. It's just hard to get myself over the edge sexually when there's a little girl in danger and Hannah's killer suddenly on the stage. Still, I look down and try to capture the view for some night when I'm possibly alone and in the dark and want to play with myself. Like right now but not right now.

And then, werewolves. I assume that's why Thomas' little divining rod led him to me. I have a thing for werewolves so his sticks or bones or whatever the fuck they were said "Hey, try this guy. He's a fucking creep and gets off on werewolves." Not that I'm complaining. No fucking way. I'd say it's a toss-up whether the werewolf part of me is a bigger draw than the female part of me. I think the werewolf edges the woman out but the more I'm in her body, the more I wonder if that is completely true. Of course, I have yet to find a bad thing about... oh, right. Period stuff. That's supposed to suck really bad, right? I've known some ladies over the years that have said they barely feel it but the vast majority seem to rank from "Ouch, that sucks" to "I will murder you if you talk to me this week." What kind was Hannah? Will I get whatever kind she had or does any of my biology come into play?

Hell, is any of my biology left? Are there any little strands of my DNA wandering around Hannah's body affecting things or is it my consciousness placed in her body and that's that? That might explain the odd thoughts at the beginning. Wondering what having a cock in me would feel like and everything else. My old brain mapped into Hannah's brain and then merged together. Huh. That's actually kind of creepy when I think about it. When I think that my own body maybe just, what? Dissolved? Or is it like, shit, what was that comic I read when I was a kid? Miracle Man? Miracleman with one word? Where he swapped his normal body with a superhero's body and it was an actual body swap? With his normal body transferred into some weird dimension? Magic is weird shit and that's just accentuated by Thomas. If that's what happens to everyone that dabbles in magic then count me the fuck out. I'm not even sure he's alive any more. It looked like he was just an empty shell of a host to a bunch of creatures.

So, here I sit on the couch. Naked. Wondering whether my male body is hanging up in an interdimensional closet. I poke at my forearm a bit. Thick muscles under a slightly soft padding of smooth skin. No way there's a weird fucking layer of fur under there. And where do all the muscles come from? Actually, I could almost understand changing into a werewolf in real life; it's the changing back that makes no sense. I get bone growth and all of that because that can actually happen with real people. Just, you know, way way more slowly. What I can't see is how the wolf's jaw goes away. How does it know to put everything back just the way it was? Where do the bones and muscles and fur and tendons and skin and everything go?

Tyler is coming back. Now that I've smelled him again earlier, his scent is remarkably easy to track and I pick him out of the background smells two minutes before he knocks politely on the door. My voice (Elaine says it's a really sexy husky female voice and that I should be a phone sex operator) sounds too abrupt in the relative silence when I tell him to come in. The man moves the door to the side and sidles past it. His eyes lock on to my body and then immediately look away.

"S... sorry," he tells me. I can almost hear the whimper in his voice. I think it's gotten worse since he's met me.

"I'm naked. You're a guy. I'd think there was something wrong with you if you didn't look." I stand and look at him in the corner of my eye. Sure enough, he sneaks a couple more glances my way and my nose tells me he's very interested in what he sees. I'm surprised he's not exploding with all the hormones he's putting out. "But, I suppose if I want you to focus at all, I should get dressed."

"I mean no disrespect but you are beautiful. I haven't seen a female werewolf since I left my parent's house and, maybe I don't remember right or maybe it's because you're an Alpha but I think you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He's still not exactly looking at me. Not exactly.

"Huh," I tell him. I hope I'm hiding how pleased I am by the compliment but, he's a werewolf too so I doubt it. "There's lots of pretty girls around. I've seen them. Hey. Speaking of which - if you fuck a girl does she automatically change? Always?"

"No. It's, umm, it's different than that. It's kind of easy for an Alpha to change a normal and way harder for anyone else. You have to be in your wolf form and basically murdering the person to have it work. Nobody's quite figured out how to make it work perfectly each time because most of us don't go around killin' people. Those that do get chased down by other pacts. Not many people believe we exist and we want to keep it that way. Fastest way to get us found out is by killin' people. And then it doesn't always go right. It doesn't take for some people."

I look at him curiously. "What do you mean, it doesn't take?"

"They die. They might start changing but they're either not strong enough or maybe not right for it and they just die." Tyler swallows. "Sometimes it can even happen to kids born to werewolves. My brother died like that. The hormones or whatever the fuck finally came in, like puberty or whatever, and his body couldn't take it. He was just seven. Good kid. Way smarter than me." I don't need to smell his pain to know how bad it is when he looks away to the corner. "I miss that little jerk a lot."

I never know what to say when people do that. What are you supposed to say? Usually I just go with "I'm sorry" because I don't know what else to do. That doesn't sound right here so I just nod and head to the bedroom.

Stephen is clothed and sitting in the corner with Elaine on his lap. She has her eyes closed and the corner of her mouth is turned up in a slight smile. She's leaning back against Stephen with her head on his collarbone. He's humming a simple tune over and over while running his fingers through her hair. I can't help but smile at the view. Smile and, yet, feel a slight pain. Despite everything, I am an outsider. I aggressively inserted myself into the lives of these two amazing people like I was the most important thing in their world. It is my house and my room and they're my lovers (possibly more) but I feel like I'm intruding on a very, very personal moment. As quickly and quietly as I can, I grab some slacks and a blouse and panties and leave.

Now I feel a bit depressed. Just a bit but it's certainly there and it takes effort to ignore the unhappy thoughts. So, I try concentrating on what lies ahead. What I have to do is make sure all involved come out in one piece and with all their pieces still attached. Because I'm the Alpha and that's apparently what Alphas do with all their muscles and werewolf-y-ness. And, no, the urge to pee and the slight ache in the lower part of my belly is just because my bladder is full and not at all because I'm slightly terrified of failing everyone. It's just that I remember what it felt like to go up against an actual werewolf and I almost died. The memory is still fairly fresh and still makes me want to throw up a little bit. I'm not like Stephen or Elaine; I don't go feral and crazy. I'm still mentally in control and my brain seems like a liability in that case. I pull on the panties and slacks, ignoring the way my boobies jiggle and shake as I almost crash into the wall while off-balance. The blouse simply slips over my head and takes a few tugs to make it fit my curves just right.

The door to the bedroom creaks open and it's a testament to how worried I am that I didn't hear Stephen moving around. He's standing at the doorway with the door cracked. "Can we talk to you for a moment?" He asks.

"Yeah," I tell him. Is it Hannah that's make me see him as attractive? Is it only her biology or thoughts or whatever making me see Stephen as desirable? As a man I'd have been able to look at him and say "Yeah, he's handsome" and that'd be that. I don't think it's the bond created from me changing them and it's probably not because his dick feels amazing inside of me. Probably not. Maybe. Sometimes I wonder if women think about sex as much as I do. Another note to ask Elaine.

Elaine is sitting on the bed in a pair of blue jeans and a red t-shirt that says "Keep Calm and Smile On" because, of course she is. Below the words is the fading smile of the Cheshire Cat. It's such her kind of shirt. Stephen is also in jeans but his shirt is a simple black Polo shirt. Someday I'd like to get him to dress in a Hawaiian shirt just to see if he melts. Or cracks. Stephen sits on the bed next to Elaine but neither of them offer me a spot so I stand. That hurts a little, too. I'm apparently in a touchy mood right now. Possibly oversensitive.

"So," I start. "What's up?"

Stephen glances at Elaine and then me. "We were wondering: when this is all over, would you move in with us?"

Now that takes me completely by surprise. I expected them to tell me they changed their minds or they hated me or I was a pain in the ass or anything other than that. "Wha- are you sure? Are you sure you want me to?"

Stephen answers again while Elaine just watches me. "Yes, we're sure. We've talked some together here and there and your place is too small. No offense. And, why have two places separately when it's cheaper and easier to have one? Otherwise, we'd always be coming here or you'd always be coming to our place and it'd just be a waste. I'd have waited to ask but Elaine thought it was important to know now. If you wanted to stay with us, that is."

Elaine's face is still not changing. They have to know I'll say yes without even being able to feel my sudden surge of happiness. "I... I'd love to do that. I'd love to move in with you both. If you don't think I'd be in the way or anything."

Elaine's face twitches and she sputters "In... In the..." Stephen's hand rests on her leg and she stops.

"I really doubt you'd be in the way. I'll want to talk, well, not rules but just talk things out when it happens. Relationship stuff, you know? And how it'll all work and all of that. We've had lovers but never anyone that actually stayed with us. So there'll be bumps and mistakes and everything but we'd like you there with us. We'd," Stephen coughs a little and his eyes shift. "We'd like that a lot, actually."

Fuck it. I hug the fucker. I just go to him and awkwardly wrap my arms around him with my head against his. I feel Elaine shift around between us and then she's joining in with her small arms. "Thank you," I tell them. "When this is all over. I have a couple months left on my lease but I don't mind paying extra for a while if I get more chances to see you two. If you're really sure and you're not just being pushed into doing this. Because, if that's the case then I'd rather we didn't. I don't want that thought bothering me with everything else."

Stephen and Elaine share a glance before looking back to me. Stephen speaks again. "Hear me out before you say anything, okay? Part of it is. Part of it is because of the pull we feel towards you. The bond that crazy guy was talking about. We can't do anything about it and it's impossible to ignore. But, and this is the important part, we think you're worth it. We're both incredibly attracted to you and, well, we've had a few casual relationships with women before and we enjoyed them. Mostly. Most of them. Not the crazy ones. But, we've always felt like something was missing. Casual stuff is fine but it just lacks in passion. We've grown to enjoy having someone else with us and you make us feel happy and safe. We'd love to have you with us. And to see where it goes."

The thought of the bond playing any kind of role hurts more than I want it to but he sounds sincere otherwise. I feel... fulfilled with them around. Elaine is hilarious and adorable and playful and brings out a kind of happiness that I'd never felt. Stephen is solid and serene and wise. He's seen a lot and has a ton of life experience and I feel like he could help me grow into a better person. I'll be honest with myself. I want to be where Elaine was earlier. I want him to wrap his arms around me and hold me tight. I'm wound up and nervous and scared and mentally exhausted and, Alpha or not, I want his arms around me. Calming me. Centering me. So, yes. Yes, I could see myself living happily with them. Growing and changing and learning and loving.

I hug Stephen tighter and then give him a quick kiss. He's still not used to it and I feel a blush come from how easy it was for me. Easy yet different. I see him less as "another" man and more as a beautiful person that I'm very attracted to. And then I break away and crush Elaine against me. She's small and strong and smells amazing. I let her go when I hear a whispered "I can't breathe" from her and I stand and look away from both with tears at the corner of my eyes. I'd like to think that it's the new body that is making me more emotional but perhaps it's just the situation. I've never really felt as close to anyone as I do with these two.

I clear my throat and study the door away from them. "So, uhh, we should go then. I'll just wait outside."

Stephen calls to me before I leave. "Hey. One other thing. This stuff that's about to happen. It's all on us. You're not making us come. I know how it feels sometimes. Like you're responsible for everything and it's all on your shoulders. As a lawyer, I certainly know the feeling. But, I'm coming because there's no way in hell I let some maniac kill another kid and, well, Elaine..."

"I'm coming," Elaine says. "Because I couldn't live with myself if Stephen or you got hurt. And I saved you once even if I can't really remember it. I'll do it again if I have to. Because you're both mine."

I look back at them now. Both of them are watching me so seriously. "And," I tell them. "There's no way in Hell that I'll let anything happen to either of you. It's four against two and I'm supposedly a badass. We'll swoop in, save the girl and rid the world of one terrible person and then see if we can do something about this James fella." I grin at both of them and tuck a loose piece of hair behind my right ear. "Now, let's go, yeah?"

They follow me out and we all step into my small living room. Tyler is still sitting but he stands when we gather. "How far away is it, Tyler?" I ask.

"About 8 miles. Can," he pauses and looks down. "I'm sorry, I heard you all talking inside. Can you really try to save James? He's a piece of shit but he's my piece of shit friend and I think he's just fucked up right now. We never had nobody we could talk to about things."

"Hey," I say. "I don't want to hurt anybody. I don't even want to hurt this Scott guy. At all. I'd love to smack some sense into your friend, grab the girl and then run before Scott shows up. I just don't think he'll stop until we deal with him. And, you're right, this isn't any business of the cops. He'd probably just murder them. Or get caught somehow and change in front of them. So, we'll go and see what we can do. I'll drive. Tyler, you sit in front and navigate."

As I'm pulling away from my poor broken front door, I decide I need a new car. It just feels cramped and old and embarrassing with all of these people in it. Especially Stephen and Elaine. I spend five minutes just apologizing for how dirty the car is and how I've never had anyone sit in the back seat and, should I push my seat forward? Is everyone okay back there? Elaine, sitting behind me, finally just pats my shoulder and I stop talking. Of course I'm not nervous.

No, fuck it. I'm terrified. Okay. Elaine and Stephen don't seem to have problems changing and this Tyler guy was born a werewolf. It's second nature to him. But, me? What if it doesn't work and that's the difference between everyone surviving? I don't want to fail. I couldn't handle anyone being seriously hurt because of me. I'd never be able to live with myself. And then what if I change but I'm still mostly me? The me that's never been in a real fight? What if I'm slow and awkward? Now I have to pee. Well, it feels like I have to pee and my heart is slowly ticking faster and faster. Great. Sweating, too. I can even feel it under my boobs a bit. Ew.

The miles melt away as we pull into the older industrial part of town. We're close to the river and surrounded by mostly abandoned warehouses and old refineries. When the town was founded, this was the heart of it. But, new technologies and changing commerce slowly moved all the big businesses away. The city has plans for renovating the area to bring in new business. Fifteen year old plans that have yet to have any bites. The city just moved on. Now the buildings rot and rust without anyone to take care of them. And it smells bad. Very bad. Chemicals and mold and rust and dead things.

I don't want to be here. Do I have to pee? Like, actually pee? Or is that because I'm nervous? I can't figure out what my bladder is doing exactly. I probably don't have to pee. Probably. Tyler points left and right and I slow down as we get closer. I dodge piles of broken glass while weaving around gigantic potholes left behind by semi-trucks and other heavy equipment moving on the road. My eyesight is a hundred times better than when I was just a man but I can still only mostly see shadows through the broken windows of the buildings around us.

"Here. Right here," Tyler says. "Don't park too close or James'll hear us."

No. It's too soon. And maybe I do have to pee. Fuck. It can't be that. My stomach is sour and knotted and I'm sure it's just stress and worry. I pull into the parking lot of a massive abandoned warehouse and then park as far away from the entrance as possible. The company name is gone except for the faded letters "NESC" still showing in faint white paint. Two street lamps flicker and hum at opposite corners of the parking lot. I step out of the car and wrinkle my nose against the stench in the heavy, still air. To the east I can see the proper city. Far to the east and lit with the warm glow of a thousand lights and people going about their normal, happy business. Grass and tall weeds grow between cracks in the parking lot around us.

"Ew," Elaine says, the disgust evident her tone of voice. "It smells really bad out here. Super bad."

"You get used to it," Tyler tells us. "Come on. And leave all your keys and wallet and stuff. If we have to fight, you don't want to lose any of your shit. Especially if we have to run for it suddenly."

That makes sense and is something else I wouldn't have considered. So, contrary to everything I've ever been taught, I leave my keys and things on the driver's seat and then leave the door unlocked. Can a werewolf outrun an old car if they go full speed? I hope to never find out. I start walking towards the building and the other three fan out behind me. Their trust is both empowering and scary at the same time. I guess if this were a MMORPG, I'd be the tank? Big bad Alpha on his... her way.

The closer I get to the double door entry, the more I think I hear something. A voice. A female voice. In pain and saying something. I look at Tyler but he just looks back at me. I don't think he can hear it. And then, the doors are in front of me. Definitely a female voice. Young. Repeating herself. Something short over and over. Do I rush in? Do I go quietly? They're waiting on me, dammit. I opt for quiet and gently press the bar for the door and wince as it quietly squeaks. A few weak lights swing on long cables and my eyes strain to make out all the details at once.

There. There's the girl. Standing with her back against a concrete wall. Still alive.

Oh.

Oh shit. There are two of them. Two werewolves. This massive looking werewolf is standing in front of the young girl, growling with his lips pulled back to show his teeth. A much smaller werewolf stands far to the side. Something in me knows that the larger one is Scott. Some sudden ache in my heart makes me groan quietly at the red and black werewolf. I need to-

Before I can do anything else, Scott lashes out with a massive paw and the girl's dress is in tatters. Blood spatters the wall to her side and I can see her body through the large tears. Her bra hangs from her left shoulder and there's a large cut in her stomach and the right side of her right breast. She's developed enough that I'm not sure she's as young as I initially thought. Maybe even 18 or 19. The girl collapses to her knees with her arms around her stomach. Blood wells around her thin arms and falls to the ground around her.

With no hesitation, Scott grabs the girl's pony tail and pulls her head back. His cock is bare and out of his sheath. The smooth pink skin of the shaft and head nearly glisten in the light. With his free hand, he holds a large paw just beneath the knot at the base of his penis. The girl's eyes are wild as the werewolf presses his cock against her lips. When she refuses to open her mouth, he roars and throws her to the ground. She falls to her hands and knees and Scott's claws rip open the back of her dress and then he simply tears it completely off of her. I see bleeding claw marks all over her back. Her panties are expertly ripped and now she's completely naked, torn clothing on the ground around her, soaking in her blood. Scott goes to his hands and feet above her. He's easily four or five times her size and his massive cock looks ridiculous as it lays against her bare ass. She tries to scuttle away from him but his right hand pins her and pushes her neck down. He pulls back and his dick follows until it's pressing against her opening.

Stephen is on the move, followed a half-second later by Elaine. I shake myself out of the trance I'm in and start running. The warehouse is huge and there's no time.

Scott fairly splits the poor girl open and she shrieks as he enters her. His thick cock spreads her pussy lips open and he howls in triumph before clamping his teeth down on her shoulder. We're less than half-way there now and I can smell her blood and Scott and James' excitement in the air. Scott stands, pulling the girl with him. His right arm is holding her to his furry chest while his left cradles her under her left leg. His left hand grips her right thigh as he holds her in place. He pulls out of her and I see blood around his cock. The girl is just opening and closing her mouth from the pain. I pray she passes out.

Elaine is in the lead. Far in the lead. She's human but she goes to her hands and feet and then back to her feet as she runs. Her red hair streams behind her and I watch the tops of her ears grow into points and then continue growing out. Light red fur spreads from her hair and down the side of her face and then her neck, disappearing under her t-shirt. Her right shoe splits at both sides and I see thick black claws tipping each toe. A small clacking-crunching sound rings out each time her nails strike the concrete ground. A thin line of fur runs out from the short sleeves of her t-shirt and down her forearms. Veins stand out on her arms as her muscles expand. Skin darkens under her fingers and on the palms of her hands until thick black padding covers her developing paws. Fingernails splinter and are pushed aside by deadly claws as she falls to her hands and feet for the last time. Her face is completely covered in fur now and a line of drool flies behind her as her teeth grow into a lengthening muzzle. Her cute little nose turns black as the skin changes to a pebbled texture and then flattens as her face pushes out. Black lips pull back over a row of flesh-rending teeth no longer made for anything except killing. I watch as her nipples harden and then press against her shirt, growing breasts flattening as the fabric stretches. Three more rows of nipples grow down a line and then expand. The last set of nipples become exposed as her chest expands. Small red hairs push through her sweaty belly between her breasts and the smaller set of tits grow to a-cup size.

Patches of sweat cover the red fabric of the back of her shirt. I can see the bones of her spine pressing against the shirt as muscles shift beneath her skin. A small tear in the neckline soon rips straight down the middle of her back and front just as red hairs fairly explode all along her spine and shoulders, covering her back in a soft coat of red fur. Her larger upper breasts swing free as she bounds towards Scott. The fur along Elaine's back races up to her shoulders and then around her front, enveloping all four sets of breasts until just her nipples and the curve of her breasts are showing. Her growing back muscles bunch and release as she digs her claws into the ground to run.

A small popping sound signals the growth of her tail. A furry stub pushes out of the top of her pants and then continues growing, flicking and wagging as it does. Small rips along the sweat-soaked legs of Elaine's jeans expose more red fur and sleek muscle. I can see the strain in the seat of her pants as her hips and ass grow out to accommodate her new legs and tail. Finally, the top of her jeans tear and push apart. Her long, furry tail is high and proud above her strong, wide hips. The tuft of fur around her crotch nearly hide her now black pussy lips. Shreds of her clothes still cling to her thighs and calves as she runs even faster. She's growling through her full muzzle. Death is in her eyes.

The girl in Scott's arms is shaking in his grasp. I can smell her pussy at this distance and she's soaking wet despite herself. Her nipples are hard and she's actually reaching back to grab at Scott. I don't think she's mentally all there right now and when she braces her feet against the back of his tree-trunk like legs, I become sure of it. God dammit. I can smell her scent subtly changing. Becoming wolf-like. Her blond pubic hair is thickening, growing down to her inner thighs. The girl's pink small pussy lips darken and then turn completely black as she grunts and pulls herself down harder onto Scott's cock. Her pussy completely disappears behind a tuft of new fur and then the fur grows up and around her belly button. Small dark circles appear just above her belly button and then push out into two hard little nipples. Two more grow above those and then two more above those. The girl's modest breasts are becoming engorged and she twists on Scott's cock as they grow. Fur pushes up her belly and between the new rows of tits growing on her stomach. Fangs draw blood on the girl's lips when they grow out and cut into her. The red smeared lipstick covering her lips nearly fades to nothing as the girl's nose and lips turn black, signaling the start to her muzzle.

Stephen is ripping through his clothes, changing faster than Elaine. His shirt is already gone and his hairless muzzle is dripping blood as canine teeth push aside his human teeth. His chest hair vanishes beneath a carpet of fur that circles around to his back and then down to his pants. Stephen's forearms triple in size before they become completely covered in fur. The thick black padding on the palms of his hands are already in place and claws tear through fingernails, anchoring themselves to the new, stronger bones of his hands. He growls and nearly stumbles when his tailbone cracks and expands, nerves that didn't exist before attaching to his werewolf's tail as it grows.

I'm falling behind. Even Tyler is changing and just ahead of me. I can feel the wolf at the back of my mind, growling and raging and wanting out. I can feel her roaring anger. I can almost physically feel her straining against the chains holding her in place. What do I do? What am I supposed to do? How do I just make it happen? How do I make the wolf just take over and do her thing?

Oh.

The wolf.

The wolf is me. She's not a separate thing. It's not Hannah. It's me. It's part of me. That's what was different earlier. That's why something felt different.

I don't push now.

I relax. I relax this stupid control I've tried to have. This control that says "I am a man. This is not my body. These are not my urges. This is because of Hannah. This is because of the woman's body. This is not me. This is not my fault." It is me. All of this is me. I accept it. I accept that I think Stephen is amazing and hot because he IS amazing and fucking attractive as hell. Not because I'm riding in a woman's body. I desire him because of what he means to me. Not because of phantom hormones from a dead woman. It's a part of who I am now. It's me.

And the wolf? The wolf is my raw personality, stripped of any niceties or societal influences. She is the primal me.

She is me and I let her all the way in.

I feel the heat spreading through my body now. We're over halfway to Scott and he finally sees us. I read the fury in his face a moment before he sees me and confusion hits him. Confusion and... terror? I see all of this before a pain in my skull makes me grunt and look away. I see my nose and feel the pain in my jaw as my face cracks and moves. My hearing goes temporarily before the heat turns into a burning sensation on my scalp. When my hearing come back, everything becomes louder, more defined. I taste blood as new teeth cut my tongue to ribbons. I spit and some teeth go with the bloody globs that fly out of my mouth.

I can't... two feet is weird. Going on two legs is weird. I go to my hands and feet and that doesn't feel right, either. The concrete is hard against my hands and they're too short. Too short until the heat spreads to my legs and I feel the thin material of my pants split. Cool air surrounds my sweating skin. My ankles crack and I feel joints popping in my feet. My poor shoes, so simple and small, explode around my feet. Claws cut into concrete when my feet touch the ground again. My lengthening feet pull my pinkie toe back as my legs reshape into something more suited to running on all fours. More tears around my pants as my thigh muscles feel like they double in size. I'm suddenly ahead of Stephen and Tyler and two body lengths behind Elaine. I stumble briefly when my hips break and heal. The only way I know my pants are nearly all the way gone is because I feel cool air on my pussy and legs and it feels amazing. I'm burning hot enough to melt. I want to stop and tear my shirt off but I know I can't stop. We have to get to Scott before he kills the girl.

My shoulders itch badly and I almost stumble again when my shirt rips down the back. I feel the hairs growing along my spine and neck. I feel the cool air swaying through hairs that didn't exist a moment ago. My tongue lolls out of my mouth and I wrap it around my muzzle to lick the drool and blood off of my lips. I feel pinches down my stomach and I know my other nipples - the wolf's nipples are growing in. Skin bunching and puckering as the tiny nipples grow fat and then push out as tiny breasts grow around them. My own heavy breasts are growing and it kind of hurts because of the way they're just flopping around freely without my shirt holding them in place. I don't even know how large they are now; I just feel the itchy and painful and, yet, pleasurable feeling of being naked and free and running as fast as I can. The cool air on my pussy lips stops when the fur creeps down my stomach and around my crotch and thighs. I feel the claws of my hands and feet actually cut into the concrete and I want to laugh and growl and roar at the same time. And then I do growl when my tail pushes out. It's not a comfortable feeling. My center of balance is suddenly thrown off as the stub grows into a puppy's tail and then the tail twitches to the left and hard to the right and I'm suddenly straight again. I feel like I could dance on the head of a pin with my wolf's tail providing counterbalance to my movements.

I'm fast as hell but I still can't quite reach Elaine. I look up to see the girl on her knees in front of Scott. She's got one of her hands on the man's ass and her other hand wrapped around his massive cock. Her long wolf's tongue is eagerly lapping at the man's thickness, cleaning off both blood and cum. I can see thick ropy white cum oozing out of her pussy, tangling in her fur and leaking onto the ground. She takes his head in his mouth and her tail nearly thumps at the ground as she pulls her hand off of his ass to play with her clit through the fur.

Elaine leaps for Scott and the werewolf shoves the young wolf girl away, hard. Her head slams into the concrete and she collapses in a heap. Scott roars, crouching. Ready. And then James slams into Elaine's side and they both go tumbling. I saw his jaws close around Elaine's stomach when he hit and, for a moment I'm terrified that she's badly hurt. For a moment. Because now it's my turn. Scott is directly ahead of me. I jump at the same time he does. He looked huge before but, now... now he doesn't look quite so scary. Not quite. Except his mouth looks like a shark's open maw and his claws are like daggers. He hits me first and I feel the air slam out of me. There's a burn in my side where his claws have sunk into me. Unlike my non-fight with James and Tyler, I see Scott's free hand coming around to hit my face. My muzzle. Whatever. I reach for his wrist and I'm somehow fast enough to grab it. My other hand goes for his throat but I end up hitting him in the jaw.

I can feel Scott's engorged, sticky cock pressing against the soft, short fur of my belly. He's huge and still hard and still dripping with cum. I bet Hannah enjoyed the hell out of sex with him and that monstrous penis. And then, the thought is wiped when we both slam into the ground. It. Hurts. Concrete against fur and skin and it almost feels like I jammed my tail. A sudden yelp escapes my lips. Instincts take over and I flip Scott over as we roll. In the corner of my eye I see Stephen hit the wall near the girl as he tries to turn to follow Elaine and James. I guess the feral wolves aren't exactly graceful either. His tail flicks and he pushes himself off the wall and the floor and then is gone in a blur.

Scott's jaws snap at my face and I swipe at him before realizing he still has his claws in my side. I'm reminded of this when he drags them down my side and against my hips. Blood gushes out of me and the pain is intense enough that I'm howling in pain. I accidentally let his other hand go and am rewarded by Scott nearly taking my left tit off of me. The large one on the top. He misses my nipple by barely an inch. I grab the hand that's stuck in my hip and I feel him flex hard against my grip. I try to grab his other hand but he's too fast for me so I grab his throat. The rough padding on the palm of my hand doesn't let me feel much of his skin but it's there and I can feel the muscles in his throat and hand tensing and moving as he twists. And his cock is still hard. I will never, ever admit this but my pussy is right on top of his dick and it's pressed between my lips. And it feels hot and fucking good because we're moving around and I'm basically grinding on this baseball bat sized dick. And the funny thing is? I'm fucking turned on more than I've ever been. I feel the wolf loving this. The struggle. The fight. I feel the sudden relaxing of muscles inside of me and now my pussy's drooling at the thought of this psychopath's cock. I wonder how full I'd be if he shoved it hard into me. The wolf is practically panting for it. She paradoxically wants to take him and ride him hard but also wants to be forced into submission with her (mine) ass raised in the air and mounted. It's the fight and the she-wolf and the smell of sex and wolves and blood and I'm so riled up that it's... it's...hard... think... Getting... hard... to...

I roar and feel a sudden immense strength flood into me. Adrenaline or some werewolf thing is feeding my muscles and I feel something crack inside of Scott's wrist. His free hand is on my forearm and he's frantically trying to get me off of his throat. I feel heat and anger and raw sexuality and I want to rut and fuck and fight and kill. Mate. I want to mate. I want my mates. Mates?

I see Elaine holding her side and stumbling. Trying to get up and falling again. She has a very, very bad wound on her stomach and I see something glistening through her paw. Something purple and fat like a sausage. The fur around her muzzle is covered in blood and James has a large patch of skin and fur missing from his upper left arm. I can see a broken bone through the thick muscle of the werewolf's arm and blood is spurting out of the wound. Elaine sits hard on the ground then rolls over to her side, holding her stomach. Her legs are kicking out over and over and she's snapping at the air in pain.

It's hard to tell expressions with a wolf's muzzle but James looks almost as if he's gloating as he stands over Elaine. I almost feel sorry for him when Stephen barrels into him. Almost. Now I just feel sorry for Tyler. James possibly had a chance before. Before he hurt Elaine. Now... now I think he has nothing. Stephen is larger, faster and stronger than James. So much so that it's almost comical. James is struggling with his one good arm to strike at Stephen but Stephen just snatches the man's hand mid-strike and pins it. And then, good calm Stephen clamps his muzzle on James's shoulder and bites. Hard. I hear the bones break and Stephen is still biting. James' howling is cut off when Stephen grab's the werewolf's throat and nearly crushes it. James is kicking and trying to toss Stephen off of him but Stephen is still worrying at the man's shoulder. Blood is covering both men and Stephen's entire head and chest is shockingly red. Stephen's ears twitch back as he gives a final pull back with his jaws. James' arm comes away from his body and the wolf beneath Stephen is trying to scream in pain through the iron grip Stephen has around his throat. Stephen pulls his head back into a triumphant howl before bending forward to tear a bloody hole out of James' throat. I watch Stephen eat a chunk of the man's throat before I turn to look for Tyler.

Tyler is standing over the young girl's prone body. She's shivering again and half-human. Her body is covered in bruises and blood and she's bleeding from her half-muzzle. With every tremor, another wad of Scott's cum leaks out of her now bare pussy. She's pulling herself into a fetal position as she moans and twists. Patches of fur cover her body down to her still wolf-like feet. Her pussy lips are still the jet black of the wolf's pussy.

Stephen is now holding Elaine in his lap. The gesture is incongruous with the werewolf's form. From the little I can see, Elaine is not moving.

I feel my grip on Scott's throat lessen and I'm pulled back suddenly into my own fight. I look down at this man. This wolf. The cause of all of this. Elaine... I feel sympathy for the young girl but my mate... my mate...

Tendons stand out in my arm as I renew my grip. I think I feel his other hand break but I'm concentrating on his face and his throat. Closing. Closing my grip. His eyes are reddening. He takes a huge gulp of air and then I find just the right angle to close off his airways. His free arm is clawing at me now. It hurts but not as much as the visual of Elaine hurts. Not as much as the thought of Elaine dying hurts. There's a small 'crick' sound deep within Scott's throat and he's suddenly panicking. Panicking and gasping. I let his broken wrist go and claw down his chest, tearing through one of his nipples as I cut him open. His back arches and he tries to twist his body to throw me off. I claw at his stomach hard, digging deep within him. There's some resistance but my claws are sharp and I'm stronger than he is. The inside of his belly is slippery with blood and organs. The smell is oddly appealing. All I see now is red. Red and blood and Elaine lying on her side, unmoving. I don't even realize I have my muzzle in Scott's belly until I taste flesh and copper on my tongue.

I don't stop. The she-wolf is howling inside of me. Pushing me. Feasting on Scott. I feel his still engorged cock against my muzzle as I tear into his intestines, biting and clawing and swallowing flesh. Elaine on her side. Red. Pain. Blood. I dig my claws in and pull as hard as I can. Scott's chest cracks open and I shove my muzzle deep into his chest. His heart still beats as I bite into it. I pull as I bite and it comes free of his chest. I sit back on my haunches, tail limp and bloody on the ground. My tits are covered in blood and my pussy is burning with the desire to fuck something. I am rage. Raw rage and aggression and heat. I swallow Scott's entire fucking heart as he dies beneath me.

I smell my mate. I smell him. I want him. I will take him. I will take his knot into my swollen pussy and ride his cock until I'm screaming from orgasm. I will... I will... Elaine. Elaine is there. She... she's hurt. Elaine... my mate... my mate is hurt. She... No. I'm me. I'm me.

I stand and nearly fall over. It's difficult to think. The wolf is still there and she's a whirlwind of emotions. I push and push until I can think straight. Tyler is holding the completely human girl in the corner. He's still a wolf but she's not awake to see it. Stephen is holding Elaine and watching me. I see him in there. In his eyes. The calm, brilliant golden eyes. Watching me. Wondering what I will do.

And then I see Elaine's chest move. She's breathing. She's fucking breathing. Her hand falls away from her stomach and it is whole again. Bloody but healed. I want to cry but I can't. The wolf won't let me.

We fucking did it. Scott is dead and the girl is still alive. James... I couldn't help him. Not after what he did to Elaine. If Stephen hadn't killed him, I'm sure I would have. The anger was too great. I will deal with Tyler when I can. But, for now, we fucking did it. I stand, tail down and back and look around me. I feel my wounds itching as they heal. The brown fur covering me is matted with blood and I can still taste Scott's heart on my tongue. I'm still riled up.

I take a step towards Elaine and Stephen and it is that step that saves my life. Scott and James's bodies burn into sudden nothingness, leaving behind a whiff of sulfur. Glowing red circles suddenly surround Stephen and Elaine and Tyler and the girl. I'm stepping out of the circle as it appears beneath me and I yelp in pain as it turns black and vanishes.

"Well," a voice rings out from the corner of the warehouse. "Well, well, well." Thomas steps into the room and even in the dim lights of the warehouse I see a faint black cloud of death surrounding him. He's missing an eye now and I can't see into the hole where his eye socket should be. "That was a mistake. Yes. A lucky mistake for you. Yes."

I can't talk as a werewolf. I could change back but I would be horribly vulnerable. Human and woozy from the change back. So I hunch slightly, ready to charge.

Thomas laughs. "Hah! No, you don't want to do that. No. Not while I have the rest of them. Not while I have your pack. No. So, a lucky mistake but this still works. I still have you, don't I? A cage not of the demonic sense but of the moral and humanistic sense. Yes. Far better. Far more fun."

Stephen strikes out and then pulls his hand back in a growl. The fur on his paw is singed black where he struck the invisible walls of the circle.

"Struggle all you like, young dog. Death magic, even though they were already dead, is the strongest. Not even a wolf such as you can break out of that. You'll starve before the hellfire powering that prison fades. Now," Thomas turns back to me. "Now we get down to business. I hoped you would die in the attack. That would make this all so much easier for me. So much easier. I could perform the same surgery and, viola! I could look for a more willing subject. So much easier. But did you make it easy for poor Thomas? No. No, you didn't. And now look."

It would take me five seconds to reach the strange man. Five seconds. An eternity. He would probably just close the circles or do something to kill everyone. Too long.

"So, here is the deal. Surrender the skin to me. Surrender it to me and I'll take it and leave and you'll all be free to go. You may even survive. In fact, perhaps this makes it easier for me after all. Alive, I can simply break the lock on the skin. Dead, I have to cut it off and inscribe it again. So, so, so. Maybe this is better after all. Well?"

I growl at the man. Now I wish I could talk. Now I wish I could argue and barter.

"I assume you know what will happen if you say no? Your pack will die, Alpha. And then you can see if you're fast enough to kill me before I leave. Perhaps you are. Regardless, your pack will die first. All I'm asking is for the skin. That's all I want and you have my word of honor that I will let them go. My personal word. Just kneel and let me bind you."

Give it up? Just like that? Give all of this up? Go back to being me? A male? A human? Hannah gave all of this to me. If I let him take it back... even if I do live... then what? What then? Go back to being normal? Give up this life and go back to that?

I can't. I can't do it. I can't. I've never lived such a full life like this. The feelings, the sensations, the raw power and sensuality... all of it would be gone. I'd be less. So much less. I could... if I fight, Stephen and Elaine die but they're just feral werewolves. Not even human. They wouldn't feel a thing. I wouldn't have to be guilty because they're just wolves. Not human. And Tyler? I don't even know him. Or the girl. Hell, the girl will probably die from the strain anyway. They all die and I walk away. I might even kill Thomas and then I'd be completely free. Completely free to run and start over. I can't just give this up. I can't just go back to being plain.

Stephen is still watching me. Unmoving. His eyes are steady on mine. He knows. Even feral as he is, he knows what I'm thinking. He knows what I'm struggling with. So, why? Why isn't he raging? Why isn't he howling at me to give it up? Why is he just fucking staring at me with those fucking eyes of his? Why doesn't he just give into his fucking rage so I can try to kill this fucking asshole and only remember the feral side of him? Why does he have to be so fucking calm even now? If I didn't know any better, I'd say his eyes were understanding. Why?

Why won't he tell me what to do? Oh god. Oh god. I don't want to die. I don't want to lose this incredible piece of me. I can't. I can't do this. Nobody would ever have to know. Nobody... Oh god.

I kneel and look down at my knees. My beautiful fur is tangled so badly with sweat and blood. I gently stroke through the fur on my legs, untangling what I can. I feel my tail against my ass. I feel the way my pussy pulses from the need I felt earlier. I close my eyes to let this memory last as long as possible. In the distance, I hear Thomas cackling and then cursing followed by the sharp scent of blood. Tainted blood, it smells like. I hear a sudden hum all around me and I know I'm caught. Thomas shuffles over to me and, when he stops, I open my eyes and look up at him. He steps back sharply and then titters to himself.

"Oh gosh. Yes, caught. Hah. Scared me for a second. But, what beautiful golden eyes. Hannah was always so beautiful and strong and proud and it looks like she still is. Worry not, I'll keep my promise. As soon as I break the lock on her skin and leave, I will break their circles. They'll be free. I promise. I just won't promise that you'll live through this. You might want to close your eyes." Strangely enough, his voice becomes almost gentle. "I'll be as quick as I can. Close your eyes, Hannah."

I don't.

I'm not Hannah.

Thomas stares at me for a moment and then nods. He looks along my body as if trying to find the seams. He points at various spots and then makes a complicated gesture. His single eyes flashes with a moment of impossible pity and then he slams his right fist against his open left hand.

Every single nerve in my body screams in agony. I've never felt anything like it. I've never felt such pain in my life. The world is screaming around me and all I see is red and every nerve in my body is a molten point of pain. And then, I feel nothing.

The world flashes around me. I remember darkness. And cold. Growls and bumps. Somebody touching me. Screaming. Voices. Words. Pain. Through it all, pain. I'm talking. Feverish. I'm lying down. Now I'm in the corner of somebody's bedroom, rocking and crying and screaming and in pain. Lying down again. Covered in blankets filled with biting ants. Somebody over me. Light. Water. Pain. Speaking in tongues. Thomas in front of me, pity on his eyes, his fist in his palm. Pain. Thomas watching me. Watching. And then, he opens his fist and I open my eyes.

I'm in bed. The sheets are soaked in sour sweat. It's not my bed and this is not my room. My whole body aches. I can't feel anything except the pain throughout my body. My lips and throat are dry and it feels like I've been crying. A small patch of sunlight shines through heavy curtains on the single window in the room. I twist and moan but stop moving when the pain comes back. Something moves and suddenly Elaine is in front of me. Her eyes are red and watery. She reaches to touch my head but then stops and pulls her hand back.

"Are," she whispers. "Are you awake?"

I try to answer but I can't so I just nod my head. My neck hurts. Everything hurts.

"I'll get you some water and some more pills. You still need to rest. You need to sleep."

I blink and she's there with pills and a glass of water. I try to tell her I must've fallen asleep but nothing comes out. She smiles tremulously and a single tear rolls down her cheek. "This will hurt," she tells me. "But you need to take the pill and sleep." She reaches behind my head and props me up. I gasp and try to lie back down but I'm weak and can't move. I nearly choke on the water and pill when she gives them to me. She lays my head gently back down and when I open my eyes again, there's no sun coming through the window.

Time passes like this. I wake and Elaine is there to give me another pill. Over and over until, finally, I'm able to talk.

"Elaine," I say. I cough and my stomach hurts enough that I wonder if I'm going to throw up. "What happened?"

"No," she tells me. "You still need to sleep. Let it wait."

"No. Tell me, Elaine. Tell me."

I see the concern and indecision on her face. Her eyes are red and looks like she's been crying again. "We," she starts. "We feel your pain. Stephen and I feel it. Literally, we feel the pain of your suffering. It hurts so much. Tyler doesn't know why we can feel it. He's never heard of it happening. He's... He... We don't remember what happened that night. Stephen and I were changed still. Tyler can remember it. He said... He said Thomas showed up. He didn't know him but he described him. He says he trapped us all but not you. Not you." She stops to look at me again. "Please. Please, don't do this yet. Wait for another day."

I shake my head and mouth 'no' at her.

Elaine covers her eyes and swallows hard. "Tyler said Thomas made you give it back. Made you give Hannah back. You kneeled and Thomas did his magic and then left. And... you..."

I know then. I move my hand under the covers and I can feel my manhood. The smooth, taut skin I had when I was a woman has been replaced with the hairy rough skin I have as a man. It feels like I lost weight from when I was a man so I've probably been here a while. I nod at Elaine again, too tired to cry about it right now.

"Tyler says the skin... Hannah's skin... just fell off of you and you were there. Just you. In so much pain. I can remember part of that, even with the change. The pain of it. So much of it. It woke me up and I can remember some of it. Thomas left and we could move again. Tyler says Stephen picked you up and they almost got into a fight with what to do with you. Tyler changed back and we got into the car and drove you to our house. It's been a little over two weeks since then."

Two weeks, I think. Two fucking weeks and I'm still in this much pain and still this weak. And a man again. I feel no wolf prowling in the back of my mind. I feel nothing. My sense of smell is nothing and I can barely hear a single bird chirping outside.

"Stephen worked carefully with a friend on the force and they were able to pin the crimes - the one with the girls vanishing - on Scott. They're still looking for Scott but not so much anymore. The girl lived. She just turned nineteen and she's with Tyler right now. Oh, and Tyler is here. He doesn't want to leave until you're better. He's teaching the girl about the werewolf stuff. She's going to stay until she understands it better. I think they make a cute couple but Tyler refuses to do anything with her. Says it'd be taking advantage of her because she's confused right now. He's a good guy." Elaine is gently rubbing my arm through the blanket and it doesn't hurt very much. It's an odd counterpoint to how much she's rambling.

"Are you," I ask and then stop to breathe. "Are you still a wolf?"

Elaine bites her lower lip and looks away. She nods.

"Am... am I?"

She's still looking away but she closes her eyes and shakes her head. I can't cry about that yet, either. Tears are freely rolling down Elaine's face and her lips are trembling. "I'm," she stops and sobs a bit and presses the heel of her hands against her eyes. "I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry. If we hadn't been there..."

I shake my head and try to reach for her but my hands are under the blanket and I'm too tired to get them out. "No," I tell her. "No, don't. Don't feel... don't feel bad. Tired. Tired, Elaine." I don't remember falling asleep but I do.

I spend the next month slowly working my way up to solid food. My joints still ache but I can stand and go to the bathroom by myself and I consider that a win. Stephen visits sometimes to talk but not as much as Elaine. I think they figure Elaine will be easier for me to relate to and is more cheerful for me. They're possibly right. Tyler stops in now and again to check on me and he's always awkward when he does it. He can't quite look at me and he tries to tell me what he's doing and how the girl is doing. Her name is Heather, apparently. It seems she's adapting surprisingly well to the wolf although there have been near misses and some very close calls, sexually. He says the feral stage for a turned werewolf can take a year or more sometimes.

I often sit and cry. The loss of either things - being a woman or a werewolf would've been an enormous blow but, both of them together is crushing. Stephen has had the front door of my house repaired and has been paying for my rent. He also went to my work place as my "legal representative" and informed them of the terrible accident I was involved in that led to Scott's location. I'm somehow a minor hero because Stephen spun a tale to his cop friend that I saw Scott assaulting Heather. I guess I got out and tried to stop him and was beaten within an inch of my life. Heather backed up the story completely - even conveniently leading them to Scott's warehouse. The story goes that she woke up in the warehouse and escaped, making her way into town until Scott found her again. And then I found both of them. It's all very neat. I'm told my boss is holding my job for as long as I need.

I still feel the pull of Stephen and Elaine. I still feel their pull as if I were their Alpha. And, they still feel my pull. After a month and a half in bed, I begged Elaine to have sex with me. Not because I wanted her but because I wanted to see if it would turn me back into a werewolf. Yes, I think she's beautiful but that's not what I wanted. I want the wolf back. I yelled at her when she said no. I thought of using the pull I still have in order to make her do it but I couldn't bring myself to go that far. The next day, she came back with a syringe full of her blood. Tyler said that if there was nearly a foolproof way of doing it, it was injecting pure, fresh werewolf blood.

It didn't work. Stephen tried the next day and that didn't work, either. Even Tyler tried. Nothing worked. I felt nothing and they smelled nothing on me. Just a pure human. Tyler says he's never seen anything like it. He says I should've either changed or died trying by this point. He could see it failing with one try but not with three separate werewolves trying. Especially not a pure blood.

I'm trying to get better so I can leave. I don't think I can handle being around them anymore. Not with who they are. Not still feeling that pull but still being just a man. Not with them having the life I wanted. I don't think I can do it.

On a particularly bad night, Stephen visited. I hadn't left the room in three days and I ignored Elaine when she tried to talk to me. So, in walks Stephen and he sits and he just looks quietly at me. I can't look him in the eye. I can't. Not him.

"I know, you know," he says. My heart skips several beats. "I remember that part of it. I remember hearing Thomas talking to you. Tyler says you just kneeled down and let it happen but I know what happened. I could smell what you were thinking. I could smell the emotions cycling through you. I know you hesitated."

I feel the shame burning deep inside of me and I wondered if I would be well enough to just leave that night. "So why are you letting me stay here," I ask. "Why haven't you kicked my ass to the curb? If I had left, you all would've died."

Stephen nods. "Yes, we would've. And I know how close you came to making that call. Look at me."

"I can't," I tell him.

"Look at me, goddamn you!"

I have never heard that much anger in Stephen's voice. I have never heard him like that. Not Stephen. It shocks me enough that I look at him. Against my will. And then I can't seem to look away.

"You had an amazing gift. You had something you always wanted and something you never even knew you wanted and it changed who you were. It made you better. It made you into something incredible. It made you rethink who you were. And, in one single moment when faced with a decision that would take all of that away, you wavered. You took it all in and looked at all the sides and you paused. Should I hate you for that? Should I hate you because you thought for one second that maybe you could just walk away and let us die? No. No, goddammit. I admire you more for it. Because you looked at it and you didn't just take the knee-jerk easy hero way out. You didn't just say 'Of course I'll give it up because I'm the good guy!' You're flawed and you're human and you still looked at your choices and decided to give it up. Do you understand what I'm telling you?"

I shake my head, hypnotized by his passion.

"You... you honestly weighed our lives against yours and you still gave yours up. You could've died and you still did it. Knowing that the best option you could have was to lose all of the wonderful gifts you were given and possibly live. That simply living would be the best case scenario. You..." Stephen's eyes are suddenly watering and red. "You kept your promise to me."

I'm crying now. I can't help it. I'm balling in front of this man because I thought he would hate me. Because I thought I would lose them both. Because I thought I could do without them, that I could walk away in front of Thomas or I could walk away right now and that I would be okay without them. I can't. Now, hearing all of this, I can't walk away. I don't notice when Stephen wraps his arms around me. He's sitting behind me now with his arms around me. He's so warm. For a little while there, I'd forgotten what it was like to be cold and then, as a human, I was rudely reminded. But Stephen is so warm around me. Holding me and gently rocking me. So strong and warm. I'm shaking from trying to hold the tears in and it hurts my chest and stomach but, above all of that, I hear him starting a simple song. Humming gently to me. Slowly, the tears stop and I just let everything go and relax in his arms. His heartbeat is strong and steady behind me.

His humming stops and his voice is a whisper. "Please," he tells me. "Please don't leave us now." I feel his hand on my cheek and I nuzzle against it and it feels right. Slowly, I turn in his lap and look at him. Those same eyes from that night. The same eyes just watching me, waiting to see which way I would go. Not giving me a hint of what he thinks I should do. My beautiful Stephen.

Slowly, I lean forward and kiss him. Lightly, on the lips. As a man. No, as a person loving my mate. This is not a man in front of me. This is a soul that I have come to love. I feel no repulsion from him. I feel no hesitation or disgust. I just feel the scratch of his five o'clock shadow and his lips as they open for me.

Stephen pulls back and runs his thumb along my chin. "I love you."

The tears are threatening to come back so I lay my forehead against his chest and breathe in his smell as deeply as I can. When I'm calm again, I whisper the words back to him. "I love you, too."

That night, Stephen and Elaine joined me in bed and it is the first night I slept without dreaming of red pain or Thomas.

Over the next several months, we rediscover each other. Slowly. As mates. As a man, I never thought I would love the touch of another man but I find, unsurprisingly, that Stephen is exactly who he was when I was a woman. His touch still fills me with desire for him. I catch myself staring at his crotch quite a few times, remembering what it felt like in my mouth. Remember the taste of him. Remembering the way he would groan and hold me when I sucked on him.

He still makes those noises. I was nervous the first time I touched his penis again. Even with the kisses we'd been sharing lately, I worried that I was crossing a line. I thought he wouldn't want it. But I could feel the need building in me now that I was healing. The ache deep in my balls that tells me how wound up I am. And so, one night with all three of us on the couch watching some random action movie, I put my hand on his thigh. When he didn't flinch, I slowly moved my hand to his pants and rubbed him lightly. He was hard in a minute and growling from my touch. I felt Elaine scoot away to the side but my thoughts were far away from her. Stephen... my mate... was here. And while I no longer had a pussy for him, I had other ways to please him and I ached for his touch. So, I rubbed him a little harder. When he didn't stop me, I reached my hands into his pants to touch his cock.

I'd forgotten. I'd forgotten how warm it was. The head of his dick is quite pointed these days and, reaching down, it felt like he had a golf ball sized knot just above his balls. Perhaps a little smaller than that but it was definitely there. His foreskin is nearly a sheath around the knot and his length. I'd say he was thicker than before but I was a different person then and my measurements might be off. The head of his cock easily clears the top of his pants and I can tell it hurt to be restrained. So, I unzipped him, careful of catching skin in the zipper. I'm a guy. I know how that hurts. And then, I got to my knees in front of him. When I felt his finger under my chin, I resisted until he asked me gently to look at him.

His eyes were half golden and he looked down at me with lust in those golden eyes. His voice was gruffer and more gravely than it should've been. "You're beautiful," he told me.

I look back down and feel the heat rise to my cheeks. I am hard and aching for him. I feel the pulsing of my dick in time to my heartbeat and so I slip my hands into my pants to touch myself while I lean forward to Stephen's cock. His foreskin is slightly loose. I wrap my hand around his cock and gently pull the foreskin down and down further until it's touching his small, hard knot. And then I pull it down below the knot and let go. Unlike human foreskin, it stays in place beneath his knot. His skin was more smooth and pink than it should be as a human but that was okay. In fact, it was kind of hot. Old werewolf fantasies kicking in there. I lick up the length of him, holding him from the base of his cock, under his ball. I nibble on his knot to feel how hard it is and then gently lick up his shaft again. He is incredibly hard and, with my nose right there, I smell his pre-cum as it pools out of the tip of his huge cock. I look up at him and watch his eyes as I lick him clean. It's a major turn-on for me when a woman does it so I assume it's the same if a man does it. Memories of myself as a woman came back briefly but I put them aside. I'm me and I love this man. With his tip clean, I wrap my lips around his cock and gently work him over with my tongue.

I don't need to close my eyes and think of myself as a woman. I don't need to think anything different at all. All I need is to hear the low, quiet growling in Stephen's voice as I slowly and carefully find how far I can take him into my mouth. Which, sadly, isn't very far. My gag reflex is different as a man than as a woman and he's huge so when I feel the wolf-like tip near the back of my throat, I'm done. Gagging is not sexy. I pull back and, rather than trying to force it, I just suck on the top of him. Back and forth, holding my mouth open just enough that my teeth don't touch him. My jaw is starting to ache but I try to ignore it. I don't want to stop yet. Not yet. I want to taste his cum again. Just the thought of it makes me rub myself harder. I should've unzipped my pants but I'm not going to take a break to do it. God. His smell is driving me wild. I start pumping his cock faster with my hand while swirling my tongue around his smooth, tapered head. Faster and faster. My jaw really hurts now and it's hard to ignore the pain but I suddenly feel Stephen's hand gripping my hair. He's grunting and I feel him tense. Shit. Shit. I forgot how-

The sudden flood of Stephen's cum makes me choke. He feels it happening and tries to pull me off but I grip him tighter and try to relax my throat. He's warm and salty and thick and there's so fucking much of it. I try to swallow every time he tenses and that helps. My own orgasm takes me by surprise because I'd simply forgotten about it. I'm still stroking myself reflexively and I just feel the sudden release and a spurt of cum that hits my shirt. My dick swells a second time and then I'm done. Stephen tenses once more but I don't feel anything hit the back of my throat. I pull back but not before lightly rubbing the very tip of him with my tongue. It takes a lot of willpower to do it but I look up at him shyly. His face is flushed and his canine teeth are more pronounced. He's looking at me with... with... love. And happiness. And lust. He runs his fingers through my short blond hair and I smile at him. The taste of his cum fills my whole mouth and it's just as amazing as I remembered.

There's a rustle on the other end of the couch and Elaine stands. She's got her red hair pulled back in a simple ponytail and she's blushing furiously. She's got pajama pants on (rocket ship pattern and weird green aliens, naturally) with one of Stephen's old t-shirts. "That," she says. "Was incredibly hot. If you two don't mind?" Elaine hooks her thumbs into her pants and eases them down. Becoming a werewolf has made her incredibly toned. She's still slim but the line of muscles in her thighs shift as she wriggles her ass playfully. She watches me closely while she does the same little show with her panda bear panties. Her lower stomach has a line of red hair from her trimmed pussy up to her belly button. I'd be surprised if she had an ounce of fat on her. Elaine twirls slowly for me as she pulls her shirt over her head. Her ass seems larger than when I first met her. Oh, and her hips, too. She's definitely filled out post-wolf.

I crawl-walk to her on my knees but she holds up a finger. "No. It's my turn." I stop and she goes to her hands and knees and crawls to me. Her eyes are locked on mine so I watch as flecks of gold appear in her eyes and then more and more until her eyes are a beautiful molten gold color. She gently places a hand on my chest and pushes me until I'm lying down. With a playful smirk, she tugs my pants and underwear completely off. A large part of me wants to hide my manhood but I stop myself before it happens. I have to move around to help her get my shirt off but we do and I'm naked and, well, lesser than when I was a woman. Just an average shaped man. Elaine lies above me and I feel the warmth of her radiating from her body. Her kiss is sudden and sweet and intense and I prick myself on her too-sharp teeth. She's purring deep in her throat as our tongues twine around each other. My hands reach for her back and I knead my fingers into her flesh. She flexes back at me and then lowers herself, pressing her wet sex against my semi-hard cock.

Elaine breaks the kiss and then moves her head down to nuzzle at my neck. I feel a sharp pinch and then a quiet 'sorry' as she nibbles me. Slowly, rhythmically she pushes her hips down, back, up and forward. I can feel myself growing completely hard under her ministrations and she growls her approval. My fingertips feel fine hairs along her back and I wonder if that's new or if I just haven't noticed them before. Holding herself up with one hand, Elaine reaches back to grab my cock. She rubs herself against the head of it and then slowly eases herself down, hissing out in appreciation as her tight pussy eagerly grips my length. With my time as a woman and the months spent resting and healing, I'd forgotten what it was like to have a dick again. I'd forgotten how it felt to press into a woman and feel the depth of her. I'd forgotten the slippery heat of a woman riled up. Elaine's modest chest is in perfect position for me to lean forward and take a nipple in my mouth so, with care for my still aching body, I do. She's slightly salty from a light sheen of sweat but she moans and shudders as I suck and bite at her. I remember how I liked my nipples played with and I try to alternate between lightly rubbing around her erect nipple with my tongue and biting and pulling at it with my teeth. I swear I feel her breast grow larger as I suck at her. My body finally tells me I've strained too much too soon so I lie back down. Elaine goes to her knees above me.

Her breasts are slightly larger than just a moment ago and the hair around her pussy is thicker. Her four canine teeth are protruding from her mouth and there is a slight bit of drool at the corner of her lips. She's working her ass back and forth, up and down as she rides me. I see the tell-tale signs of her wolf's nipples growing - six darkening circles that pucker and pull and twist and push out around small areola and then out again into small breasts. The happy trail is extending up her belly and between her breasts as she growls and grunts through the small changes. Elaine's left hand touches her bottom tit and she tweaks it with her clawed fingers. With her other hand, she presses the hard black padding under her index finger against her clit. I'm momentarily jealous of her because I definitely remember what that feels like. Her growls are deepening and her fingers are jerking harder against her breasts and clit. Her previously smooth rhythm falters now and again from the multiple sensations.

Elaine falls forwards to her hands, claws digging into the thick carpeting around us. She's no longer gentle. No longer slow. Her ass is pounding me up and down and it's almost painful. Painful but amazing as I feel her pussy tighten. Her breathing is ragged and I know what's about to happen. Her orgasm makes her throw her head back into a silent howl. I grab her ass as she shakes from the shock of it and I pull her down hard as I push up. She's gasping now. Growling, nuzzling my neck. She lies down on me and I feel all eight of her breasts and the fur along her belly as I use my hands to work her hips up and down on my cock. I'm aching from my last orgasm and it almost feels like I won't cum a second time but Elaine bites my neck hard and I suddenly feel myself almost there. I yell out in pain and slam her down hard and I feel the head of my dick hit something deep inside of her pussy. And then, we're both cumming. Elaine has her teeth in my neck and I feel the inside of her clenching over and over against my cock, milking me for the last bits of my cum.

She's fucking heavy. Elaine is half transformed and laying against me, breathing hard. I want her to move but I don't want her to leave. I don't notice when her changes reverse but when I feel her hand against my chest, it's just a hand. I can barely feel the rough padding on the bottom of her palm as it fades away to wherever the changes go when they turn human.

I feel my face burn at a sudden thought and I almost don't say anything. Almost. But I want to and so I force it out. "Stephen," I begin. I certainly am not looking at him when I say it. "Do you... do you think we could try it from behind some time? Gently?" He doesn't answer at first and I have my eyes closed because I'm embarrassed as hell. I suddenly feel his presence next to me and then his lips brush mine as his large hand touches my dick. I jerk from the unexpected touch.

"Yeah," he says. "Yeah, I think we should. And then one of these days I'll go to my hands and knees for my mate." He kisses me again and ten minutes later we all end up in the bed, giggling and laughing and loving each other.

A pigeon knocks on our door a week later. We were just starting to settle into a routine when Elaine hears a quiet pecking at the front door. She opens the door and looks confused for a moment before looking down to see a small gray and white pigeon with a tube tied to its leg. "Awww," she whines. "Why couldn't it be a rabbit or a squirrel again?" Elaine holds the utterly docile bird and carefully unties the tube. When she does, the pigeon's eyes go suddenly wild and it struggles in her hand. She sighs and tosses it outside and then brings me the note.

The message is short: "The skin no longer works." I don't know whether to be happy or sad or indifferent. No, that's a lie. It hurts to be reminded of what happened and what I lost. It hurts a lot. I ghost through the rest of the day and the next before I remind myself that it doesn't matter anymore. Elaine and Stephen and I share a powerful bond still and we're all learning exactly what that means and who we are. I've learned so much and grown so much that I can't be anything but thankful for the experience.

Two weeks after the pigeon and it seems Elaine was right about Tyler and Heather. They're spending more and more time together and she's convinced him to take some classes at the local community college. It's a warm summer night when Tyler calls to ask if he could come over to talk to everyone. Thirty minutes later, he shows up with Heather and we're all in the living room together. I'm sitting with Stephen and Elaine on the couch while Heather and Tyler sit on the smaller love seat. He still looks awkward for some reason.

Heather is pretty and I catch myself looking at her clothes and shoes and the little details of her face. Slight acne issues and her makeup is a little off. Oh god. I'm a terrible person. I'm definitely blaming this one on Hannah. Heather's got blond hair and a heart-shaped face with little dimples in her cheeks. She seems quiet and a bit shy but I can see a small spark in her eyes and I wonder if it was there before all of this happened or if it came because of it. After sitting uncomfortably for a couple of minutes, Heather pokes Tyler in the side and he shakes himself.

"So, ummm..." Tyler steals a glance at me and then talks to the floor. "So, I was wondering. You guys have a pretty big house and I was wondering, ummm, if, you know. If we could stay with you. We'd totally stay out of the way and pay our side. I'm starting a part time job doing some welding work and I can pay my way."

Heather looks at me when she talks. "I'm going to be mostly gone at the university but it's not too far to drive."

Nobody is asking the question so I do. "Why? You two are a couple, right? Don't you want your own space?"

Heather blushes but answers. "It's... it's hard to explain. I hated living with my parents. They're okay but they drive me up the wall. I mean, I lived with them for eighteen years and I just wanted to get out and do my own thing. And then... and then after that night... I felt different. I feel this odd loneliness. Something is missing. I haven't been sleeping very well and sometimes I just wander around the house but I can't remember why. I keep looking for something. I finally asked Tyler about it. He says... he says I'm looking for a pack. I... this is all still really weird for me. But, already I feel more at ease just sitting here. I didn't notice anything until we moved out a few months back. I feel safe here. We both do. I'm not trying to play a sob story and emotionally blackmail any of you into letting us stay but we wanted to ask."

I look at Stephen but he just looks back at me. And I feel Elaine's eyes on me. And Tyler's. And Heather's. "No," I tell Stephen. "It's your house. Don't look at me to make a decision. I think it's fine but it's your house."

The bastard winks at me and grins. "Well, if you're fine with it then so am I. We can help move you back this weekend." He stands and puts his hand out. "Welcome home."

The handshake turns into a massive sappy hug merry-go-round and Heather actually cries a little bit. It's a good moment and I can physically feel the emotions in the room. Heather isn't the only one tearing up because I feel sudden tears and a lump in my throat.

Later that night, I seclude myself in the bathroom. Stephen's house is huge but I don't feel right hiding out in one of the bedrooms or the study when I need a moment to myself. So, I typically use the second bathroom to just sit quietly and reflect. I still feel like an emotional wreck from earlier and there's an undercurrent of sadness running through all of it that makes my chest ache. Pack. Pack, they said. But I'm no wolf. I'm just me. I feel the bond as strong as it was when Stephen and Elaine first changed but that's all it is. I know they love me and I feel like I have a solid place here without a hint of pity but the difference still hurts. Sudden hot tears fall from my eyes and I cry as quietly as possible. It hurts more than I think it should. My face feels hot and my heart is aching. I bend over to try to stop the shaking and then press the heel of my hand against my chest.

And then I stop.

With trembling fingers, I explore the left side of my chest. And then, I stand and stare at the mirror. Not wanting to take a chance to believe but not willing to just ignore the possibility, I lift up my shirt.

My left nipple is three times the size it should be and there is a dark areola surrounding it. I feel the flesh around my right nipple tighten as it darkens and then puffs out slightly. Small blond chest hairs fall out around the developing areola and, as I watch, my right nipple swells and thickens until it matches the size of my left nipple. When I gently touch the new soft, sensitive flesh, I do so with fingers longer and smoother than they should be. Fine brown hairs grow out around the areola. I feel muscles and tissues tugging and pulling deep within my chest.

With eyes open in wonder, I touch the small hairs on slowly swelling breasts. Brown rather than blond.

Brown.

A storm of hidden scents suddenly fills my nose and sounds crash into my ears. I hear Elaine moving pots around at the other side of the house. It sounds like one of the pots hits the floor suddenly and then I hear running. I smell Elaine coming. I smell her. Elaine almost breaks the door down before she remembers how to open it. She stares and her eyes are wide.

"You," she stutters. "You're... You... I can smell you again."

We hug and cry as the deep pain starts. From the shadows at the back of my mind, I hear a mental huff sound as the she-wolf makes herself known again. I feel a very solid "Where the hell have you been?" question directed at me from her and I wish I knew how to answer.

Elaine holds me tightly as the changes accelerate and I can't tell if I'm laughing or crying or screaming or shouting with joy.

She's come back to me. My she-wolf has come back to me.

07-24-2013	#37
CNash What would you rather be? Join Date: Aug 2005 Posts: 714	Re: Layers (Incomplete) Thanks for continuing this story! I like that you didn't immediately jump into an action scene and instead let our protagonist continue her journey into womanhood a little. Roll on the next chapter! __________________ "And the Lord said, 'Come forth and receive eternal life.' But John came fifth and won a toaster." Avatar by Geckz

07-24-2013	#38
LycanDope Smutty Lady Join Date: Apr 2008 Posts: 622	Re: Layers (Incomplete) Does it work well? The thoughts and characterizations?

07-24-2013	#39
CNash What would you rather be? Join Date: Aug 2005 Posts: 714	Re: Layers (Incomplete) Yes, I'd say so. It's still very stream-of-consciousness, which is good, but now tempered by the presence of other characters, so it's not quite so one-sided as when the story began. I kept thinking that an alternate title for the story could be "Instinct". The wolves are just running on pure instinct at all times; it's pulling the protagonist and Elaine and Stephen in directions that they don't fully understand. The big problem facing the protagonist is (I feel) that she's letting her new werewolf instincts take over far too readily because her other new reality - being a woman - hasn't quite sunk in. The shopping trip reinforces this; she really doesn't know how to be a woman, and she's being forced to cope with two new natures. Comparatively, Elaine and Stephen have it easy... __________________ "And the Lord said, 'Come forth and receive eternal life.' But John came fifth and won a toaster." Avatar by Geckz

08-04-2013	#40
darkkol Frequent Poster Join Date: Jan 2006 Posts: 105	Re: Layers (Incomplete) Really good story. I like how you have developed it further than just the initial tg, tf and sex. You could have probably ended it there but I like how you are continuing the story. It will be interesting to see where you take the characters and it will be interesting to see how the main hero will deal with all that there is to be her old male self and if there are anything connections between her new state and her old manhood. I look forward to your next chapter. and congrats on getting me to post. :P

08-06-2013	#41
LycanDope Smutty Lady Join Date: Apr 2008 Posts: 622	Re: Layers (Incomplete) Thanks! I think I have a really good ending planned I hope y'all enjoy it...

09-06-2013	#44
Chiaroscuros Process Fan Join Date: Jan 2006 Posts: 95	Re: Layers (Incomplete) Wow, could this get any hotter? -C

09-07-2013	#45
CNash What would you rather be? Join Date: Aug 2005 Posts: 714	Re: Layers (Incomplete) Damn. Not just the sex... and the sex, and the other sex... did I mention the sex? But the "answers"... that were not what our protagonist wanted to hear. The wizard, Thomas, is quite possibly one of your creepiest, scariest creations, especially when you mention his voice not matching his mouth movements. I also caught the foreshadowing - she feels like she's "still male but wrapped in a female body", and then the wizard tells her that's exactly what she is. "I'll cut Hannah off of you"... shudder As always, totally worth the wait. Looking forward to the next chapter! __________________ "And the Lord said, 'Come forth and receive eternal life.' But John came fifth and won a toaster." Avatar by Geckz