It's said that every work of literature has a message attached to it, even if that message is 'I have no message'. I'll be hoping that's wrong, because if it's right then I'm a very bad man. This story contains sex, violence and the combination thereof.
If you're under 18, go away.

For Lilith,
  By Bheid.

Lycanthropic Feast. (rape, snuff, viol)



Sebastian laughed heartily, and then continued counting the money on his desk. His friend, Gary, was in front of him, holding one of Sebastian's laptop computers, having just bought one.

Sebastian looked up again, and said, “That is what the less knowledgeable call 'future proof', my friend. It'll be fine for about three years, then it'll be compared to an abacus.”

Gary shook his head in amusement, looking around Sebastian's shop and home. “The more things change the more they stay the same...” He said.

They laughed; old friends in the computing business, they knew it was a lie. “Well,” Gary said, putting the computer under his armpit, “I'll have to go, it's getting dark. You know how wives get.”

“If only I did.” Sebastian sighed.

“You're still young. Goodbye, Sebastian.” Gary put the computer down on a desk, put his black coat on, and then picked the computer back up. He left with a small wave to his friend.

Sebastian counted the notes, and found them to be over five hundred pounds. Even as the owner of the business, he had to follow the rule: money over five hundred cannot be kept in the till.

He sighed, and got off his stool. He walked to the back of the store, opening the door that lead to his home. His home was a completely different environment to the store; rather than being covered with wiring and computer displays, it had a distinct old fashioned feel, like Sebastian was living in the nineteen forties, even though he was only thirty. Pictures of family and friends littered the wall in splendid displays, and the smell was of freshly brewed tea.

Sebastian walked to a drawer in his living room, and withdrew a key. He closed the wooden cabinet gently, and staying in his home, he walked to his basement wherein he kept the safe. 

He fumbled with the keys, and then he pushed the antique one into the lock, praying, as he always did, that it wouldn't snap. It didn't, and he opened the door. Like he always did, he vowed to change the lock. To complete the circle, he forgot his vow as took the first step into his basement.

Gary said it was getting dark, he thought, best make sure the bars are secure for tomorrow. Don't want to hurt anyone. 

He walked down the creaking stairs, fumbling with his bills and trying to keep his balance in the dark. He reached the bottom and with his free hand, slapped the light switch down. 

The notes flew in the air and Sebastian lost his balance on the stairs, hitting his head on the stone wall. “Jesus Christ!” He yelled. “Who the hell are you!?”

Inside his very special cage were two young girls, each wearing one of his restraining collars, and nothing other than that. They sweated in terror and despair, but it still made their bodies gleam as though in the heat of passion. His collars were black reinforced steel, made to incapacitate Sebastian during his monthlies; he had had them fitted under the guise of sexual deviance, and had two in case he broke one; the embarrassment once was enough.

“Don't hurt us!” One girl said, the one that had bronze, tanned skin even though it was winter.

“Hurt you? What the fuck?” He was silent as he eyed their quivering forms, slick with the cold sweats of fear, and came to precisely the wrong answer. “Why are you in my cage?! Fucking perverts! Get out! Get out or I'll force you out!”

“Let us out! We were put here!” The other said, the that was seasonably aware, as her skin was pale. 

Sebastian eyed her sceptically, and then he trotted up the stairs in search for his cage key. Eventually he found it, next to his calender. The calender gave him the happy news that the day was Friday, not Thursday, and so he could have tomorrow off. It also led him to a horrifying therefore, and he ran down to the basement, his hands shaking with panic.

“You have to get out!” He yelled, “quick! There isn't much time!”

He put the key to the lock, but dropped it as his hands were sweating. “Shit..” He mumbled.

He looked at them, in their cowering huddles, and noticed for the first time how nice they smelt. He also noticed how hungry he was, and how they were obviously used to being caged... and how no one would miss them... 

He darted his eyes over to the window at the very top of the basement, and the moon was staring down on him, smiling it's disinhibiting smile.

The thing strips of humanity that hold a mortal man together exploded from his frame, along with his skin. His flesh separated from his frame with lightening pace, painting the walls and girls with sanguine spray. He didn't stay naked for long though, for fine black fur forced itself to take the place of his skin.

His teeth fell to the floor, leaving his gums to gush pools of blood, but they healed, only to be torn to shreds again by canine teeth that were too big for a human mouth; his jaw cracked and broke and tore itself asunder, lengthening to a snout. His gums blackened to complete the look.

Sebastian twitched on the floor, howling with ecstasy and agony, which are one and the same. His spine curved and broke and disconnected in all the wrong places, leaving him only able to crawl. His hands splintered and mangled, leaving room for claws that extended out of his hands.

His blue eyes darkened, as did his whites, until they were entirely black.

The girls screamed in abject terror. Their screams were to him like those of passion, and as he was a hound, he wouldn't care about the difference even if he could understand it. 

He bounded to the cage and slammed into it, the bars keeping him out. A shadow of a memory came to him, and he tried the handle on the cage, bounding onto his hind legs for a while. It opened. It was unlocked the entire time.

He crawled into the cage, growling deeply, sniffing at their fear; they smelt like uncooked meat.

They clawed at their collars in vain; for if they could keep a lycanthrope restrained, what chance did the two humans have?

Wolf-Sebastian crawled to the pale girl, who had her back pressed to the stone wall on the back of the cage. His black fur shone in the fluorescent lightings, and he crawled slowly to her.

He extended his tongue and licked her face, lathering her lips and cheeks with his drool, like a faithful dog. 

She didn't try to force him away as she saw his former hands, where huge claws were covered in his own blood from the growing. She resignedly let him lick her; as long as those huge teeth stayed within his lips, she wouldn't provoke him.

He lowered his head, until he was licking at her throat. He licked her there, pausing where her Adam's apple would have been, had she been male. He stopped his licking, and kept his tongue there, feeling her adrenaline addled pulse. 

He purred, which was actually a low growl, and moved his head forward. In a flash, he had his jaws on opposite sides of her neck, growling heavily. He dragged her to the floor by her throat, and made her lie beneath his four legs.

Her throat crunched like an apple and the blood flowed and Sebastian drank and the tanned girl screamed bloody murder, which it was. Sebastian's fur shook like there was a wind inside the cellar, but there wasn't, it was just him shaking in glee and ecstasy. 

He kept his jaws onto her neck, slurping the thick blood as it beat out with her heart. It was slightly above room temperature, and salty. The thick metallic smell rose, and the blood that escaped him puddled on the floor by her head. 

He drank her until her heart stopped beating; until her soul flittered away. He lapped up some of the blood by her head, wagging his tail that had smashed through his skin. Then he looked at the tanned girl, and wagged his tail more. His smile was as welcome as a well adjusted executioner, who had come to terms with his job and had no real issues.

“No, please!” She begged, eyeing his snarl. Unluckily for her and Sebastian both, the thin façades of humanity that held Sebastian together had been removed from him.

He moved his muzzle towards her, his fur dripping with the blood of the dead girl, it dripped into a small red puddle on the stone floor. He licked his chin, savouring the flavour, which was like when he'd taken a punch to his mouth, only there wasn't pain; there was only that sweet flavour. The flavour was like ambrosia to the animal, and laughter-loving Aphrodite was with him; his canine cock slid out of its sheath; newly formed and so covered in his life blood.

He bounded across to the girl and slammed into her head with his, knocking her onto her back, onto the concrete. She tried to get up, to defend herself, but he put his front paw onto her stomach; a mere warning of the potential evisceration.

He put his head over her chest, the blood dripping between her breasts; he licked it up again, which only served to paint an even coat with the droplets. 

He put his head under her side, and nudged her, so as to make her roll onto her front. 

He straddled her thighs so he was standing over her, the blood now dripping onto her face. He took a light grip on her throat with his muzzle, which silenced her wailings.

He positioned himself over her, with manlike tact but with wolf like desperation; his need was itching him so dearly.

He would have howled had it been a movie, but it wasn't, and with no ceremony at all he pounded into her. She screamed more and tried to push him off, but he was insistent on reliving his fluids into her.

With cruel speed he stabbed her cunt with his angry red cock, tearing her cunt and spilling the blood through the rape and further painting the floor as it trickled down. He snapped at her with his jaws, not losing any trace of blood-lust even though she was complying only through heart felt terror.

His speed was so much that his head cracked against the back of the cage, causing him to yelp pitifully. The girl took the chance to try to flee through the open gate. He pounded onto her back, forcing her down. He resumed the attack from behind; this time grating the skin of her face as he rubbed it into the dirt. She grabbed the gate, and attempted to pull her self away from him, using his thrusts to propel her forward. The bars she had grabbed were the door, which clicked shut mirthfully as she tried to pull herself up with it, no doubt knowing that it had killed her.

His knot swelled, and this time he did howl. He howled to the cruel moon, to himself and to the dirt that he was being locked up to. He howled to the corpse near him, and the wolves outside joined in with him. 

He was spent now, and he drooled onto her back.

He was a wolf, yes, but he recognised the gate of the cage. He saw she had closed it; saving many lives from him but dooming herself. Angered at being trapped yet again, he spitefully bit the back of her neck, and then chewed down. He repeated this until she was nearly headless.

He spent the night eating.

Sebastian woke up the next day with a frightful headache; he felt like he'd been drinking pure alcohol. He looked at his hands, which were red. He tasted not the fur of a hangover, but the copper of blood. The smell of blood was there. 

He looked around and saw the bodies.

“Oh God... What have I done?”

Sebastian wept.


