“I’m not willing to share a goddamn thing,” I growl. “Not my formula, and certainly not my woman.”
“You don’t have any choice.”
“There’s always a choice.” I want to sound calm, but my voice keeps emerging in a snarl. I need for them to leave me be. I have to calm myself, or the animal will break free and Veronica will have the proof I have been denying her.
All I have to do is maintain enough self-control not to turn into a huge beast in front of these two. How hard can that be?
A soft scuffing sound comes from the door they just came through. The guards have been sent home. Veronica doesn’t want them here with the general, I suppose. He’s probably officially not here. No witnesses, in other words.
I could kill and eat them both. I could leave the remnants of their bodies as a warning and disappear. I’d have to go into hiding, but that is going to have to happen anyway.
The scuffing sound draws nearer. It’s loud enough that all three of us look down as a little brown and white mouse comes around the corner pulling a small package with it.
It seems unaware of the fact that it is walking toward humans, which is odd for a mouse. I instantly suspect toxoplasmosis.
Veronica lets out a small shriek as she sees it, and the general moves to stamp on it, just as I try to save it. Neither one of us entirely succeed. He manages to stand on the end of its tail even as I cup it in my hands.
“Ow! You dick!”
The mouse curses out loud.
The general jumps back, looking shocked. Veronica’s eyes narrow and I see her start to shrink as the blonde hair on her head becomes a lot whiter and a lot fluffier, and oh, my… it’s happening.
In the next sixty seconds, a lot of things happen all at once. Lydia appears, naked as the day is long, between the general and me. She grabs the bag with one hand, and wraps her other arm over her breasts in an attempt at modesty that is doomed to fail. Fortunately, her appearance is perhaps not the most stunning thing to happen. Apparently just as triggered by lunar forces as I am, Veronica turns into a cat, leaping out of her clothes that collapse around her and reveal that she was wearing a pretty red lace bra and garter set. The general lets out a disconcerted sound, but he plays no further part in the story. Later on we will discover that his reporting back of all that he saw in this lab earned him a nice long sabbatical in a warm climate.
For now, however, the door is open.
The moon is full.
I take my wolf form.
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Lydia
It’s not often that my plans go off without a hitch, but this is absolutely one of those times. The moment Simon turns into a massive beast, I grab the thick mane at the back of his neck and swing myself up onto him. There was always a small chance he’d eat me, but he doesn’t. He escapes, just as I planned for him to.
It would be nice if I was wearing clothes, but the feeling of thick wolf fur beneath me is warming as Simon bounds through halls, slamming through doors, and eventually up and out into the world beyond.
It is nighttime, and nobody will ever believe any of the cameras that catch a naked woman riding a wolf through the business district. Even the fact that the same images appear on all manner of cameras will be swept under the rug. Nothing is real anymore, especially not things that are definitely real.
We flee to a place I’ve never been before, a small apartment on the outskirts of the city, amidst a few old tumbledown warehouse buildings left over from when they used to fabricate things here.
There he stops and indicates with a gentle shake that I should dismount.
I slide down from his massive body, instantly cooled as the night air wraps around me. I feel a thousand different things all at once. I know now what it is like to be small and agile,to be irrelevant to the bigger world, and to try to survive while everything tries to kill me. Being a prey animal is no joke.
Simon grunts and growls and it seems to take great effort for him to shake off the wolf. He does not manage to do it entirely. His body is upright and human, two legs, two arms, a head. But that is about where the comparison stops. His head is still wolf-like, his hands and feet still furred and clawed, his abdomen is muscularly human, but it is furred. And his cock… that is as erect as I have ever seen it.
He pounces on me, taking me to the ground, his powerful thighs spreading my legs as the head of that huge monster cock seeks the soft aperture of my sex. He finds it unerringly, taking me in one rough thrust that is followed by dozens more.
I am ravaged by the beast I have freed, my pussy soaked with desire for him, my walls gripping him tightly as he fucks me, pounding me against the hard ground until he decides to change positions, turning me over and onto my hands and knees so he can claim me more like the animal I am.
The sounds I make echo through the night air, gasps and squeaks and squeals. I feel his jaws close over the back of my neck, teeth sinking in just enough to hold me in place for my fucking, and the little soft creature now resident inside me melts and surrenders in a way I have never been able to before.
Nothing matters besides being consumed by him, used by him. I know that there is no protection from him inside me, no little medical device that can stop his seed from taking root in my womb. I am being bred forcefully and primally, and I know that this will happen time and time again until I swell with his pup.
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