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Subject: {ASSM} Bring out the beast (M/F, Superhero, beast?)
Date: Mon, 18 Sep 2000 15:10:04 -0400
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This is the first of two (unconnected) stories I have written. I am not a
great writer and my spelling is worse. But I think this is an interesting
story. I don -(TM)t anticipate writing any other stories at this time. As an
artist, I tend to draw my creations. I hope you enjoy the following. 
Shadowhand

The DISCLAIMER: This is a piece of (I hope) erotic fiction. If you are
under the age of 18 years old or live in a location where this type of
fiction is illegal for you to read, do NOT read any farther. The people
and locations in this story where created and are owned by Marvel
Comics and  have been used without the knowledge or permission.
My use of these said materials is not to be seen as a challenge to
ownership. This story is for fun, not for profit. If you wish to put this
story up on a website, permission is required beforehand. Pay
websites need not ask as they will automatically be refused.

Notes. This story, of course, takes place before Mary Jane -(TM)s  -oedeath - .
Not that I totally buy that she is dead. Would not surprise me is she
was a prisoner (or sex slave) someplace. Someone else can write a
story about that. Not my type of story. I would also like to thank
people like Ann Douglas, Marawuti (the Wulf series), Dimitri and
many others. And least not forget the Grey Archive and the people
that run it and support it. 

Bring out the Beast

 Mary Jane Parker was tired. She had just finished a six day
photoshoot in California. Fortunately the shoot had finished a day
ahead of time, enabling her to head home early. "An extra day off."
she thought to herself. She had deliberately had not told Peter she was
coming home early in order to give him a little surprise. A few
carefully made calls had located her husband at his place of work and
she had dressed for the especially for the occasion. 
 She mentally pictured herself. A little above average height, with a
mass of flaming red hair surrounding a lovely face. A very good figure
with a well endowed bust. She wore a black jacket partially open with
a ruffled white blouse that hinted at the skin beneath. A black skirt
that matched the jacket rode her hips, her legs where covered in black
stalkings with a pair of black high heels on her feet. She had gotten
more than a few lustful looks from men (and a pair ladies) on the trip,
and almost as many dirty looks from jealous women. She had other
things on her mind than other peoples opinions. "THIS time I am
going to make sure that stupid darkroom door is locked before I do
anything. No one is walking in on us this time." Mary Jane paused a
moment "I am going to be REAL tired after this." she thought with a
smile. 
 On the radio of the cab, which was being played loud enough to
wake the dead, MJ heard a news reporter droning on about sightings
of a large wolflike creature around the city. MJ shook her head. "This
city has people flying around in suits of armor, mutants that can shoot
energy beams out of their eyes or read your mind. Lets not forget a
couple of people that claim to be gods. And my own husband can
stick to walls. What's with a werewolf or two? Come to think of it, I
KNOW a werewolf or two, well at least Petey does." MJ  smiled and
leaned back in her seat, tried to ignore the radio, and watched the city
go by.

 Finally the taxi stopped. But it was 5 blocks away from her
destination of the Bugle Building. The driver sat and complained
"Lady, its the end of my shift. I'm headin -(TM) home. If your gettin out,
get out now."
MJ paid the fair, (no tip) and got out of the cab, which sped away.
"Jerk. Well, it's a warm night. It's a nice neighborhood and I don't
have to haul around my luggage. It going to be a pain to get it from
the storage locker at the airport tomorrow, but it's worth it."
 As MJ walked she removed her light jacket, she didn't want to look
like a sweaty mess, at least not yet. Then she dug into her purse for a
bottle of perfume. It was a new brand and she had been given some
before the "official release" to help boost sales. After a liberal
application, she noticed the street was empty of people. She tugged a
little at the end of her short skirt. The street looked darker somehow.
"OK" she said to herself "After all I have been through, I am NOT
going to let an empty street bother me." MJ brushed some imaginary
lint from the blouse and continued down the street. After two blocks
she wished she had tried to get the cab to take her all the way to the
Bugle. The high heels she was wearing where starting to hurt her feet.
She paused to leaned against a lamppost to adjust the straps that ran
most of the way to he knee. For a brief moment she was glad the
street was empty. Anyone looking at her from street level would have
caught a glimpse of a lacy black garter belt and a pair of equally black
silk panties that didn't cover nearly as much as they should have. MJ
finished fixing her shoe and took one step. She then realized that there
where sounds coming from the ally she was just about at the mouth
of. 
"Now what is THAT? It almost sounds like a big dog sniffing or
something." As she started to back away from the ally something big
and white exploded from it. MJ didn't have a chance to move or ever
scream before the wind was knocked out of her and she was carried
aloft. 
 The next few minutes where all confusion with MJ catching glimpses
of rooftops and the sky as she was carried from building to building.
MJ didn't pass out, but was disoriented. It was all she could do to
hang and avoid getting dropped. She had been carried over rooftops
before, but not like THIS!

 When MJ got herself collected, she was sitting inside a ruined
apartment. A large hole in the ceiling let a weak light in, forming a
crude spotlight on her. The rest of the room was  pitch black. MJ took
quick stock of herself. Her jacket was still with her. The purse was 2
foot away on the floor, some stuff was spilled out, a couple of things
broken. The smell of perfume was heavy in the air. MJ started to get
up and stopped. She heard the creak of an old floor board. 
There was something in the apartment with her. 
 A foot entered the circle of light that surrounded her. The foot was
large, clawed  and covered with a heavy, white fur. 
"Oh, shit..." MJ whispered.
 The foot's owner entered fully into the wane light. He was well over 6
foot tall, totally covered in fur the same color as the his foot, with no
cloths. He was hunched over slightly, but was heavily muscled. His
snout was over a foot long and filled with a large number of very
sharp looking teeth. Further up his "face", there where red, almost
glowing eye's, and they were focused directly on her. 
 MJ knew who it was. His name John Jaminson. But right now he
would have been better know as the Man-Wolf. MJ calmed down
slightly, at least she knew who/what she was dealing with. She sat
back and started to think, but had little time to do so. The Man-Wolf
slowly advanced on her, sniffing the air. He put a muzzled face just
and inch from her own and inhaled deeply. The Man-Wolf's breath
was hot and musky on her face. MJ shifted slightly away from him,
for some reason she was starting to become very warm and having
someone breath in her face was not going to help her cool off. The
Man-Wolf opened his mouth and MJ tensed, not sure what to expect. 
What happened was something MJ would not have expected in a
million years. The Wan-Wolf -(TM)s long tongue came out and licked her
face. 
 "Uk" MJ sputtered and tried to wipe away the saliva that now coated
half her face. But there was nothing she could do about the tingling in
her body that had started when his rough tongue had run across her
lips. 
The Man-Wolf then started sniffing further down. His head was
almost level with MJ's breasts when she realized where he might be
going. 
"Hey! Back off!" she said as she tried to push the Man-Wolf's head
away. She might as well been pushing against a brick wall. The
Man-Wolf didn't even seem to notice her struggles. His questing nose
was quickly between her large breasts. MJ jerked aside and started
hitting him. But the blows had no more effect than the earlier shoves.
The Man-Wolf casually pinned MJ to the floor with his clawed left
hand. MJ was not being hurt, but she could not move. The Man-Wolf
again started exploring MJ's breasts with his nose. MJ continued to
struggle, kicking out several times. But to a creature that survived
blows that could shatter a brick wall, they meant nothing.  MJ thought
she had accomplished something when the Man-Wolf drew back
somewhat. But a look of what could be only described irritation by
MJ crossed his face. Then his clawed right hand lashed out. 
 The buttons from MJ's blouse flew around the room. With a small
shriek of surprised outrage, MJ tired to close her now ruined blouse.
But she could do little as the Man-Wolf's broad head quickly
descended and his right hand brushed aside MJ's efforts at covering
herself. He paused a moment and inhaled deeply again, as if savoring
something. Then he started licking. MJ squirmed underneath him
trying to escape, unmindful of the growing dampness between her
legs. He again paused a moment. He had run into MJ's bra. It was
made of a lacy black material that matched the garter belt. It had been
made for showing off, rather than covering up. But was still in the
way. A clawed hand cut the small band of material that connected the
two half cups at the middle. MJ gasped, but could not help that some
part of her felt relief. 
 Now totally exposed, the Man-Wolf started using his long tongue to
explore all that lay before him. When the rough tongue passed over
MJ's large, sensitive nipples she would give a small gasp and her
struggles would cease for a moment. When they restarted they where
weaker then they had been before. MJ's mind mouth cried words of
denial. "I don't want this", but her body disagreed. Her nipples grew
hard and more receptive to the treatment the Man-Wolf was giving
her. 
 MJ finally stopped fighting totally as she gave out a low moan of
pleasure as the powerful rough tongue concentrated on her left breast. 
She unconsciously shifted to give the Man-Wolf better access to his
prize. Soon,  MJ was squirming again beneath the Man-Wolf, but this
time from pleasure. Gaps of joy escaped her lips. 
As MJ moved, one of her long legs brushed along the furred insides
of the Man-Wolf's legs. And against a huge rigid member. The
Man-Wolf suddenly stopped his attentions to MJ's breasts. MJ made
a small sound of disappointment and started to try to grab the
Man-Wolf's head to force it back to the task it had abandon. She
never go the chance as the Man-Wolf flipped her over onto her hands
and knees. 
MJ muttered a soft "Oh, god" knowing what was going to happen.
Part of her wanted it to happen, even begged for it. The another part
of her that still resisted was small, and shrinking by the moment. 
 The Man-Wolf brushed the short skirt out of this way, and MJ
shivered with anticipation and a slight amount of fear as her silken
panties where sliced from her body. The skin beneath was untouched.
Almost before the shredded underwear hit settled to the floor,
inhuman, powerful hands gripped MJ's waist and the Man-Wolf
thrust himself inside all the way inside of her. 
MJ's mouth opened in a silent cry as she was entered. "Oh GOD, he's
big!" was a fleeting thought in her mind. But the Man-Wolf gave little
time for thought as he started repeatedly thrusting into her. It took
several strokes for MJ to catch the Man-Wolf's strange rhythm. And
quickly every thrust of the Man-Wolf was met by a counterthrust of
the woman on her hands and knees below him. MJ's unencumbered
breast swayed with each thrust, drops of sweat mixed with saliva
trickled down to her nipples and fly off as her large breasts swayed
back and forth. Small inarticulate sounds came from her lips as her
sweat dampened red hair floated around her face. Soon the pleasure
was to much to take. Orgasm exploded inside of her, releasing a long
drawn out sigh of pleasure.
 The Man-Wolf did not even seem to notice MJ's climax. He kept
thrusting into her  and MJ began to start the climb the summit of
pleasure again. A small part of MJ's mind realized that the Man-Wolf
felt different from any other man, he was shaped differently
somehow. That thought was lost as she came again, and a sharp cry
of release filled the dark apartment. 
 Still the Man-Wolf did not stop or even slow. He slowly increased his
pace, imperceptibly at first, then more noticeably. Small sounds came
from him, but they soon gained in strength. They where half growl
and half of pleasure. MJ instinctively realized what they where going
to lead to. A litany of "He going to come, he's going to come, he -(TM)s
going to come" ran through her head. But she beat him to it as
another orgasm ripped though her. 
 As MJ's climax faded the Man-Wolf gripped MJ's thrusting hips
tightly and held her in place. Before she could react, the Man-Wolf
tripled the speed of this thrusts. To MJ it felt as if a jackhammer of
pleasure was working inside of her. He back arched as she cried in
ecstasy as she came again, one orgasm building to a new one, with
little interruption. With one long hard thrust the Man-Wolf buried
himself as far as he could inside of MJ's body and held himself there.
A cry like a great wolf came from him as he released into MJ's body.
His howl was matched by an equally animalistic scream of pleasure,
as MJ felt the Man-Wolf's seed exploded within her and triggered a
massive orgasm that consumed her body, and mind.

"Ouch..." Was the first thing MJ said as she awoke. It was becoming
light outside and a shaft of light in her face had woke her. She sat up
suddenly looking around to discover her location. It took several
moments, but she remembered where she was ....and what had
happened. 
 "Oh....god" she whispered and looked frantically around for the
Man-Wolf. He was nowhere to be seen. Carefully and a little
unsteadily MJ climbed to her feet. All her little hurts made themselves
know to her. The large hurt between her legs screamed at her. A small
part of her said the pain was a small price to pay for the pleasure she
had received. But that was wrong. "I'm a married woman. I love my
husband. This had nothing to do with love. Peter would die if he ever
finds out.  It would destroy him. That's not going to happen. I will not
destroy my marriage. He will never, EVER find out about this! No
one ever will." 
 She wrapped her arms around herself and realized what kind of shape
she was in. The hair was flying out in all directions, her cloths torn
and dirty. The stockings had large dirt stains on the knees and where
stained with sweat and ..... other things. Her blouse was torn open and
her bra could do nothing to support her large breasts. The skirt was
still bunched up around her waist and covered nothing. She started
straightening herself up, remembering what Peter said about John
when he was the Man-Wolf. The important thing to her is that he had
said he remembered almost nothing while in that state. So at least
they both where safe there. Knowing what happened would have hurt
John also. MJ quickly left the apartment after collecting any evidence
she could see that she had ever been there. She would have to get a
hotel room and make some arrangements. It was going to be a long,
unhappy day. 

Off in one corner, missed by MJ, was a bottle of new perfume. The
one that she had just used before everything happened. It was called "
Release". Under the name was a small advertisement. "Release brings
out the BEAST in your man." 
Unknown to Mary Jane Parker, the perfume was never put on the
market. No official reason was given. But some nasty rumors
involving unnatural behavior circulated around at the same time. And
strange reports of several actresses going into the breeding of dogs.

End

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