Perverts 'R' Us

Still of the Night

By Danyealle ( M/F, non-human )

It was a quiet night, still and cool. The full moon hung brightly above, bathing everything in its eerie silvery glow. Big, old trees cast deep shadows on the ground, blocking the bright moonlight except for small patches of it here and there. There was no breeze to speak of, so the only sounds were those the small animals made as they moved cautiously through the underbrush, scurrying about taking care of their business.

Suddenly even those stopped, as if the animals were listening. From deep within the undergrowth came a soft snuffling sound, like that of a huge animal breathing. The sounds of little feet running could then be heard as if the other animals knew danger was coming and hurried off to their hiding places. A soft padding sound grew closer, muted by the matted debris on the forest floor. But even those sounds told that the beast causing them was big.

Those snuffling sounds got louder and the steps came ever closer. Soon a massive black and grey wolf came into view. Stopping, he tilted his head back and sniffed the air, inhaling deeply. Lowering his head he snorted a few times, clearing out the scents he had just picked up. Quietly, he started to move again, eyes peering ahead into the darkness as if he could see something there.

Poking the red-hot logs around, she stirred the fire back to life. Then, leaning back, she wrapped her fleece coat tighter around herself, shivering slightly. With a practiced eye she scanned the forest around the campsite. Seeing nothing she sighed deeply and snuggled down more in the warm jacket. Pulling her knees up, she huddled there, waiting. Looking up, her eyes locked on the silvery disc that hung above the earth, mesmerized by it the way so many had been throughout time. While her body was tense and shaking slightly from nerves she was almost in a euphoric state of mind, racing thoughts bounced around in her head. An anticipatory shiver ran through her as she thought about what was to come.

For as long as Mina could remember, before she even started school she had been told she was "special" and that she was "destined for something different that other humans." Around this time is when she could remember strange people coming around all the time. From that age she didn't know what they were just that they were "different" from anyone else. Those people, though, came around so much that as she grew older it seemed normal to her, odd or not their presence didn't seem out of place to her. It wasn't until she reached her teenage years that she realized how different her life was from most her age.

Up until her first year in high school she had been home-schooled by her mother and various other people. While she was taught all the same subjects everyone else was she had also been taught other subjects that weren't part of a normal school's curriculum; like mythology of different races, herbology, survival skills, and other odd things like that. It was in her first year in a public high school that she learned what she was taught was at odds with what most people thought was "real".

Most people thought the shadowy world of so-called "dark creatures" was a myth or things out of horror movies, whereas she was taught that they were real and living on the fringes of society amongst themselves. Another odd thing she was taught was that she was not to fear the everyday "evils" most humans do, that it wouldn't affect her like it did others. She had something else greater to fear, the Wyrm. But what exactly that was wasn't fully explained to her when it was mentioned, just that her instinct would tell her when it was around and that later, once her schooling was done, her true education would begin then she would understand what it was and the evil that came with it.

As she grew older, other odd things began to crop up here and there. Those odd people began showing up a lot more. There also seemed to be a lot more whispered conversations, the kind that stopped when she walked into the room, than there had been in the past. Then she began to feel a strange pull towards the forest near their house, one so strong it was almost overwhelming. To her it felt as though that deep thicket was calling to her. She also began to get the feeling that she really didn't "belong" in human society; that she didn't fit in, that somehow she was "different" that they were.

During her last year of high school, her parents stepped up the pace of the things they taught her. From her vantage point, it seemed as though they thought time was running out on something and they had to make sure she knew all she needed to know. As the days edged closer to her graduation, their pace picked up and the lessons became far more intensive and much longer. Sometimes they were such that she didn't even have time to do her school work. When she brought that point to their attention all they would say was that what they were teaching her was far more important. Considering the emphasis they had always put on her education and good grades, that was puzzling and made no sense whatsoever.

After her graduation, things seemed to change quite a bit. Their house had always been a pleasant place, full of fun and laughter. But the day after the ceremony, a dark pall seemed to form over it and those within its walls. Now her parents seemed to carry the gloom around with them all the time, almost as if it was a black shroud wrapped around them. Her father, always a gregarious and smiling man, suddenly became sullen and took to going for long walks or shut himself away in his workshop for hours on end, not wanting to be disturbed. That was puzzling and bizarre, something she didn't understand, nor could she come up with any kind of reason that would explain it.

If her dad's behavior was odd, her mother's was more so. All of a sudden there was a strange, far-away look in her eyes and she seemed to have aged rapidly. Most of the time she walked around with red-rimmed eyes, making it look as though she had been crying or was about to start. Indeed, she was crying a lot anymore, sometimes bursting into wailing sobs unexpectedly and at odd moments. As far as Mina could tell, there wasn't any reason for the waterworks, or at least none she could discern. While those behaviors were certainly odd, and more than a little confusing, they didn't make her apprehensive. She just assumed whatever was going on would blow over soon and everything would return to normal.

A couple of days before the Midsummer holiday, the whole situation went downhill. Her mother took to grabbing hold of her and hugging her tightly, sobbing, and would say something like, "Don't you ever forget that your dad and I love you with all our hearts." Then she would break down into an uncontrollable crying jag. She was also seeing her father with tears in his eyes. He too would hug her at odd times and tell her how much he loved her. From time to time she was also walking in on them holding each other tightly, crying. This turn of events actually worried and frightened her. There had to be a reason behind it, but whatever it was they wouldn't tell her. When she would ask what was going on, all she would get would be a sad shake of the head and be told she would find out soon.

On the morning of Midsummer, she awoke to a flurry of activity. That actually put her at ease, a wave of relief washing over her. Holidays were always a hectic time with lots to do and things to prepare for. It wasn't until she spent time in her parents' presence that she was once again alarmed. While preparing food, her mother sobbed uncontrollably. Her father was walking around the house in a daze, tears standing in his eyes.

At around two in the afternoon, the three of them settled down in the living room. Planting herself on the overstuffed couch, her parents sat down on the coffee table in from on her, each of them taking one of her hands. After a couple glances at each other, they looked at her. Sighing deeply, her father said, "Mina, we have some things to tell you. None of it will be easy to hear, nor will you like what I have to say, but the time has come for you to understand what we've prepared you for.

"Since your birth you've been raised to think you were human. Yes, you live in their world, went to their schools, lived among them, and know their ways, but the truth of the matter is, you aren't one of them. While your mother and I look like every other human, we aren't. We're what they call hybrids, meaning we are only half-human. Both of us are half human, half garou. Several generations ago, our families gave birth to children with the garou gene. While they themselves weren't garou, they carried the trait and could give birth to one. Since that time, many hybrids have been born into the bloodline, but there have been no full garou, except when one of us mates with one."

"When that trait was discovered by garou shaman, our families were 'adopted' into the Windwalker clan. While we weren't full garou, they added us for our own protection as well as insurance in case a pure garou was born. That finally came to pass when you were born. Somehow or another, your mother and I created a full-blooded garou."

Looking back and forth at her parents, she sat there with her mouth hanging open. What he said was so far-fetched that she didn't believe it. Opening her mouth, she started to protest, but he raised a hand and shook his head - the signal she had known since childhood to mean "don't interrupt."

Smiling at her, he continued on, "I know it makes no sense and sounds like a bad novel, but let me finish and most things will be explained. After I'm done, you can ask all the questions you want.

"Because garou have a much longer lifespan and don't age as quickly as humans do, Silver, the Windwalker clan chief, felt you should be raised among humans until you finish school. He felt giving you a human education and exposing you to the culture many of your relatives share would be for the best. It would also aid the clan to have someone who knows how to deal with humans and is familiar with their ways."

"It was decided that after you finish your education that you would move to the clan village to learn their ways. Today is the day you will be leaving. We're going to drop you off near the village and one of the clan will meet you then take you safely to the village."

"Aren't you going with me?" she asked, startled and afraid. Everything he said was so confusing and made no sense, but she knew it wasn't a bluff. This was, indeed, going to happen. They were going to turn her over to werewolves. Tears flooded her eyes and she looked back and forth between them.

Giving her hand a light squeeze, her mother smiled, "We won't be going with you tonight, no, but we will be moving there as soon as we sell the house and take care of things here. Then we will join you."

"But WHY do I have to do this?" she wailed, tears streaming down her cheeks.

Sliding onto the sofa beside her, her mother wrapped her arms around Mina's shoulders and held her close, stroking her auburn hair. "You can't stay with humans anymore, Mina. Soon your body's going to start changing and it will end up dangerous to both yourself and those around you if you remain. If you're among the garou when it happens, they will know what to expect and can help you through it then teach you how to control it."

It took another couple of hours of cajoling, talking, and reasoning for Mina to finally accept the inevitable. Once it was all settled, she packed up some of her things to take with her, and the rest would be shipped within a few days. At the onset of dusk, they left. The bruised-looking purple sky was just starting to give way to the black of night when they arrived at the appointed spot. It was explained to her that it had to be done this way to keep the village's location a secret in case they had been followed by someone. After helping her light a fire and take care of other things, they said their tearful goodbyes then her parents left, leaving her alone.

As time ticked by, the fear she had felt at first being told gave way to other emotions. The prospect of living with the creatures she had heard so much about and learned their ways was starting to sound like something she wanted to do. Now she was getting excited about the whole thing, wondering just what was going to happen as well as pondering how the village and the garou would differ from the way humans did things.

Suddenly, a silence descended over the woods. The insects went silent and the small animals and other things in the underbrush stopped cold, almost as if someone had thrown a switch and turned them off, leaving the sound of the leaves rustling in the wind and her own fire's crackling as the only noise. Then the long, mournful howl of a wolf rent the air, its sorrowful sound echoing through the woods. Standing up, she looked around, peering through the trees to see if she could locate the animal. It had sounded as though the animal was nearby.

After deciding that the animal wasn't lurking around the campsite, she turned to sit back down. At that precise moment, the largest wolf she had ever seen stepped out the dark forest and walked towards the fire. Blinking a couple times, she watched its progress. Because of her upbringing, she wasn't afraid of the animal, nor did she think it would attack, but she was wary, waiting to see what its intentions might be.

Slowly, it sauntered to the fire, walking with that pronounced strut that all male wolves seemed to have. When the beast was less than five feet from her with the fire separating them, it stopped and looked at her, its yellow eyes meeting her hazel ones. Dropping a small tote from its mouth, it shook then its skin began to ripple and move, slowly the wolf form morphed into that of a human. Once the transformation was complete, that man that replaced the wolf grabbed some clothes out of the pack and tugged them on.

Once fully dressed, he smiled at her then stepped around the fire and extended his hand, "Hello Mina, I'm Waya. Silver sent me to be your escort to the village and answer any questions that you might have."

Shaking his had, she smiled, "Thank you, Waya." While she hadn't known just what to expect about the person that would escort her to the village, she would've never expected something like him. Tall, he was probably a couple of inches over seven feet; thin, but had that wiry look about him; his eyes were brownish in color with flecks of yellow in them. His hair was shoulder-length, shaggy and dark, with strands of silver through it here and there. Put that all together and what you ended up with was a man that was drop-dead handsome. Never in her life had she seen someone so awe-inspiring.

After the introductions, they sat down by the fire and ate some sandwiches they brought along. As they noshed he told her a bit about what to expect and answered the plethora of questions she had. As the talk progressed, she found herself just staring into his eyes, no longer hearing what he was talking about. She was snapped back into reality when he put his hand over hers and gave it a light squeeze. Blushing a bit, she grinned sheepishly, "Sorry about that, my mind wandered a bit."

Chuckling, eyes dancing, he winked at her, "No problem." Locking his eyes on hers, he sat quietly for a minute then leaned forward and kissed her softly on the lips.

Leaning into the kiss, she put a hand on the back of his head, as if to hold him there. Soon that soft kiss started to deepen and become more fervent, their mouths starting to almost devour one another. Gently, he pushed her onto her back and slid between her legs. With their lips still locked, he ran one of his big hands over her small, orange-sized breasts, feeling the nipples harden under his touch and strain against the fabric of her cotton t-shirt. Sliding a hand downward, he slipped it under the hem of the shirt, and then pushed her bra up, freeing her breasts from the confining halter. With a practiced touch, he rolled the nipples between his fingers and teased them until she was whimpering softly and squirming around.

Breaking off the kiss, he stood and quickly stripped his clothes off, and then knelt back down and helped her remove hers. Once they were both naked, he slid between her naked thighs and leaned over her chest, propping himself on one hand. Once again, he began kissing her animalistically. Reaching up, she wrapped her arms around him and tugged him down a bit. Grabbing his swollen and throbbing cock in one hand, he rubbed it up and down her pussy, spreading her lips a bit and wetting it slightly. Dropping himself down onto one elbow above her, he slid his other hand between her legs and found her clit. With a practiced touch, he started to roll and flick it gently while he slowly started to easy his aching cock into her tight, wet pussy.

Gasping from pleasure, she shivered and wiggled a bit, her nails starting to dig into his back as she held onto him, mouth locked onto his tightly. Tiny bursts of a molten passion went off in her as his finger worked on her sensitive little button. It felt as though her blood had turned to liquid fire that was coursing through her, setting her nerves alight and making her whole body throb with lust.

Once he had his pulsating cock all the way inside, he began to thrust his hips, sliding it slowly in and out while his finger danced on her clit. The tightness of her silken sheath gripped onto his throbbing cock, feeling as though it was trying to draw him in deeper. As both their passions soared the fucking grew faster and a bit rougher, the slap of their sweat-soaked skin echoing off the trees. Grinding into her, his thrusts sped up and he started to growl a bit into her mouth.

Twining her legs around the small of his back, she started to push down on him, as if she was trying to get him deeper into her aching pussy. As his finger worked on her clit a bit faster it sent jolt after jolt of pleasure surging through her, making her quiver uncontrollably.

When he felt that familiar tingle in his balls and they drew upwards towards his body, his hips started slamming his cock into her, his finger working her clit faster. Gritting his teeth, he tried to hold back the orgasm that was coming, waiting for her.

Suddenly, the walls of her cunt gripped onto his cock tightly and began to spasm. She then let out a long, keening wail as her orgasm surged through her. Explosion after explosion of pure pleasure rocked her to the very core.

Once her pussy clamped onto his sensitive cock and held it in a death grip, he let out a strangled howl and began to flood her tight passage.

In the past she had cum, but none of those orgasms came close to the intensity of this one. As wave after never-ending wave gripped her, she was lifted into areas of pleasure she never thought existed. So strong was that orgasm that for the first time she partially shifted, her ears becoming those of a wolf and her eyes taking on the trademark yellow of a wolf.

In the afterglow, they laid there together before the warm, crackling fire, still wrapped in the other's arms. She had been astonished at the shift after he had pointed out the ears. With a chuckle, he explained why it had happened the best he could. They cuddled there for an hour or so more then reluctantly dressed and started out towards the village, hand in hand.