Channel 8 finally did a story on me; it took em long enough: I mean, nothing ever happens here and they’d used up just about all the other local color filler opprtunities, so when the superfox and Merv’s party stared eying me like all, “Hello,” what could I do but go bask in my new celebrity?
She was one mean machine. She looked like she was wearing her clothes from work, but I licked my lips; that was way alright. Tight, TIGHT fitting tan slacks and a blue shirt all tied into a knot just a bit above her belt line. Her hips blew me away. For a minute I thought I was fainting and her red frizzy halo was the ambulance flashers telling me they’d come to take me away, ha ha. She had, like, I don’t know, a kind of square face, with thin lips and some tight skin, and her blue eyes sparkled, and man did they point at me. I was well pleased.
I don’t know how she got rid of him, but the doof she was talking to follwed her pointing finger to the punch bowl or something, and left me mercifully one chance to get over and take a chance with her, and my brother, I took it.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
“You’re quite a celebrity, it seems,” she said, proving my suspicion that she had seen me on the news, and I knew I was in.
She also proved my suspicion that she was wearing her clothes from work! She worked at a zoo. Can you believe that? A total knock out, and kind to dumb animals. Man, I KNEW I was in.
She invited me to see her at work, and man, was I thankful for that, because I hate coming up with the kind of fuzzy shit that women like doing. For me, like I told you, it is all about the slides. I expected walking, with balloons and cotton candy, her telling me about this or that fat revolting animal, me staring helplessly at her hoots, and then her telling me she was into sliders for a return trip to my pad and a little private Fourth of July, just the two of us, if you know what I’m saying.
It turned out I was just going to meet her in the office where she worked, and she had, like stuff there to show me, or something. The office opened into a room full of cages with weird mutant cats in them like you see on late night talk shows, and marmots, and she was leaning over an examination table with some nerd named Phil, and the two of them seemed a little buddy-buddy. I got into frowning.
Phil saw me, and they both straightened, and she told Phil that she’d “see” him, and he said “Right” (What a sleaze!? Thank you!) And he moseyed right the fuck on out. She put the little critter she was holding away, and locked its cage, and turned to face me.
“Hi, Len.” Nice of her to notice me, now.
“Stef. What’s with you and Professor Spex, over there?”
“We’re just colleagues.” The way she crossed her arms in that tight, know-it-all lab coat, I found her very convincing. Or maybe it was the chemicals.
I went to a counter and fiddled with some lab stuff.
“So, what did you have planned for this evening?” I asked, wanting her, but acting disinterested. She owed me a little sugar, I reasoned.
“Probably pretty much what you expect. A private little science lesson.” I felt compelled to look at her. My eyes were watering. I felt weird. She uncrossed her legs, still leaning against a freezer, and recrossed them. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I was under a spell, or something. She slid the coat down, around her shoulders, revealing a shirt like what she’d worn the other night, and I knew the coat was coming off the rest of the way.
“You don’t mind if I don’t explain myself?” she asked, and tossed the coat away. “If, for instance, I said, ‘We should do it right here on the table?’ Hm?”
She was breathing awful funny. Her eyes were a little glazed over, and her chest seemed strained. I guess anyone’s would, supporting that much weight.
Before I knew it, her pants were dropping, and she twanged the tight string of her g string against her thigh, quickly.
What kind of freak had I hooked up with? How had I gotten so *&%# lucky?
“Do you know anything about hyenas, Len?”
“Whatever you tell me,” I said. I meant it.
She smiled, wide, exposing her small, perfect teeth.
“Hyenas are the natural enemies of lions. Theirs is a structured society, based completely upon dominance.” She was walking around me, running a fingertip here, or a side of a hip there, along everything around her, sizing up everything, it seemed, but me. “Even the females are not exempt, proving their power with displays of self-assertion, much like the males’.”
She hopped backwards onto the examination table, crossed her ankles girlishly, and put her hands down at her sides. She continued.
“A female hyena gives birth through the long, protruding shaft of her clitoris. She puts it into the lower hyenas, as well, even the naughty little males. Right into their assholes.”
I was turned on! I started tearing as I could at the clothes I’d put on for our date, suddenly realizing I’d not need them. I stumbled over to her, and her legs encircled me, and squeezed tight against my ass, hurting me. With everything she’d just told me I worried for a moment she’d violated me with her heel, through the back of my undone pants. Seriously, I was in pain, and with my arms caught in my half-downed jacket, I started to freak. But with a warm, closed-mouth smile of satisfaction, and all the time in the world, she just draped her arm around my shoulders, and kissed me, her other arm unbuttoning her shirt, slowly.
“Mm!”
Her legs tightened, solidifying her authority.
In a flash, her hand was on my chest, and I was pushed onto my back on the floor, banging my head on the table leg. I was livid. She however, was on her feet, on the floor, and picked me up just as easily, her fists clenched in my shirt at my shoulders. Still smiling. I think I may have peed a little, in my half-off pants, then.
“Hmp,” she said, and dropped me. “Not a nature lover. I know this is distracting, Len, but there’s a reason I’m telling you this.”
What had she been talking about, again?
“Do you know what a shaman, is, Len?”
Dude, she was fuzzy. She had grown a soft sheen of fur, that had completely covered her. Her eyes had changed, become feral. And I think I may have seen some fangage.
“A skinwalker?” Her voice was growly, now, her chest heaving fast and hard with unnatural effort. Her nails and grown large and thick and dark, and she definitely had fangs, then, I was sure. Still, she was completely feminine, and seeing a girl get horny and animal, even a girl-thing like her acting like a savage, was quite a turn on. I’m not proud of the fear that contorted my face, knowing she was going to use me, and that it was going to be rough.
“A lycanthrope?”
The cock-thing shot out of her panties, then, and I am certain that I must have screamed. Loudly. The stringed fabric fell uselessly to the floor.
Her chest, already ample, already beautiful, shot forth, cracking, creaking, stretching and jumping out of her open shirt, with a darker sheen of hair now coating it.
The cock was inflating, full, and thick and hard.
I didn’t try to escape. I was afraid of being torn to shreds by this animal. Not that it would have stopped her from raping me. My arms grew weak and shaky with adrenaline, and I just tried to convince myself that it was a clitoris, and not a cock, but I knew that that’s where cocks come from, in the fetal stage. I’d learned that in Bio.
She took two steps forward, on clawed, distended feet, and paused. She looked like a video game character, a token female given warrior attributes; the thighs, the claws, the thick hair. The power that her breathing communicated, animal and impatient. And there was that horrid, bobbing cock. I cringed, and her yellow, slitted eye caught me with superior reflex, and her dark lip curled back over her top canine teeth. She was a monster, but she was aware of every little thing.
Not being too terribly eager to take her cock in my mouth, she fell down onto her hairy knees upon me, her huge thighs pinning my chest, forcing my back to the ground.
“Please...”
She inched up, along my torso’s length, and inserted her cock into my mouth, and I knew that this was my escape chance.
As her claws tore the remainder of my clothes from pinned form in slow-motion rips and tears, I steeled myself for the inevitable and terrible shitstorm that was about to hit the fan.
And then, I bit down hard on it, even as it was gagging and tickling me, and expected her to scream.
She smiled down on me. My teeth hurt. Her cock didn’t yield. My muscles didn’t have any power, compared to what was hers. She tore her shirt off, and threw her head back and roared, and I wondered were the janitor was. Then again, did I want some wizened old loser catching me sucking her wolf dick?
She got off, pulled my weak and naked frame to its feet, and bent me over the table. It was time for her to penetrate me.
She stood behind me, put her large, wrinkly, grey/blue monster hands on my hips, and pressed her hips against my ass. I didn’t feel her dick, but I did feel her hot breathing upon me. Hot drool striped my right shoulder.
“Time to take out the trash,” she murmured. She was evil, but she was also humorous, as though despite all of this, she saw some chance for me to say, “It’s okay!” and trust her.
She ground her mighty, hairy hips against mine, and the table bit me under the belly. Still, that much at least, got me hard again.
“Soon, you will not have any connection,” she said, her cock pointing south to north between my cheeks, “to your former existence.”
She penetrated me. It was a sun of pain at the center of my ass. I bled. Her head rubbed my prostrate and my dick spasmed. My ass had become a container. It was strange: no longer did it expel what I didn’t want; it was there for her to store shit in. My body had been taken away from me. Would it still respond to my mental commands, down at Waterslide Hills?
I found myself gripping the table, and -this was real weird- as her tits rubbed against my back, I got really excited again.
It wasn’t a violent taking. I’m not rationalizing, but that’s not what it was. With her long black meat shaft inside me, it didn’t matter if she moved it, or me. It wasn’t pleasure, for her, it was dominance. And she could have knocked me across the table with that tool, I am sure.
Blood trickled down my thigh as her monster hands kneaded the soft flesh of my hips. As long as I didn’t fight, she didn’t need to fight me. Her mission had succeeded, and I had done well. Her hot breath appeared in my ear, again.
“Good,” she said, the air coarsing through her sounding like canvas dragged on gravel. “Now there will be no difficulty for you,” she panted, shoving herself into me almost as an afterthought to event, making me yelp, “when I’ve done this...”
And her fangs also penetrated me.
Having lost everything, I passed out.
The next night was the full moon. I woke up around four, with, I thought, enough time to get down to her workplace, not armed or anything, but not willing to take anymore shit.
She hadn’t come in that day, at all. So I made Phillip give me her home address. Roughing him up a little was both pleasing and unusually easy. His confusion and angst told me he didn’t know anything about what was happening. I almost wished he’d find out, to share in the surprise with me.
The house was nice, on a hill, and gated, with a cute little pentagram welded into the tops of the gates. Sign of the wolfman, wasn’t it. The gates opened, as I pulled up in my mom’s Nissan, and parked. And then, as I mounted the front steps, the front doors opened for me, too.
This is too easy, I thought. But what was I to do? I didn’t even know if silver bullets would work. This wasn’t a typical situation.
I walked up the curling, wall-sided staircase, not bothering with the first floor, but eager for the bedroom. A dim light from the end of the hall told me my animal instincts had been correct.
I nudged the door open with my knuckles and the sliver of light widened on my face.
She was naked, with her back to me, sitting on a plush ottoman of some sort, her right hand cupping her left breast, and her left hand resting motionlessly on her right shoulder. What a work of art, she was, this woman!
I mean, what did she think she was, a work of art? Huh?
“I’ve been expecting you, Len,” she said, turning her head, a little. I still couldn’t see her eyes, past her thick, luxuriously falling red hair.
“Yeah, I’ll bet. You think that cause I came back, after it, that I want some more?”
“I know what you want, Len,” she said. The way she was using my name was unnerving. In a moment she had turned to face me, exposing her naked front, her red pubic hair. Her feet rested on their balls and toes on the thick carpet. Her hands rested upon her knees. “And I can’t do what we did, this time.”
“No?” I asked, entering the room, playing the wall, cautiously.
“No. You are now like me. You are bitten.” I touched the bite, absentmindedly. “Even if I wanted to dominate you, you can become more powerful than I am. You can be a male version... of whatever I can be.”
Somehow the scent on the air told me she wasn’t lying.
“But you’ve raped me. You’ve fucking... taken me, you’ve fucking, fucking, FUCKED me... There’s no chance of us being man and wife, now, is there, dear?”
“Then that IS what you want.”
I grew shamefully silent, and cold.
She rose, and walked over to me, taking my chin lightly in her hand, and I moved my jaw away, but she again lightly captured me, and I didn’t resist anymore. Have you ever seen a naked woman walk toward you? It’s animal.
“I did what I did because you had to be torn from the natural world. How could you ever face them again, after what’s happened?”
I felt I was being cruelly mocked. I looked at her as though she were stupid, shook my head, and her hand fell from my chin.
I laughed.
“Don’t you get it? You’ve made yourself the one person on earth I can’t stand. No one else knows what happened to me. You’re the only one.”
She draped her arms around my neck.
“I’m one of two.”
She kissed me, and I kissed her.
I seized her, we began to make love, my clothes again disappearing from me in lazy rips and tears.
“Len,” she said.
I was hers.
“I don’t have to be a hyena.”
I drank the statement in, for a moment, and then smiled. My teeth were growing.
She purred, smiled; hairy and animal and clawed, as I was becoming; and returned the kiss to me. My cock swelled to massive proportions and hardness before me, as an uncontainable growl began cascading from my throat.
Soon, we were both wolves, and we were both on the bed, and I was riding.
I howled.