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Bloodbound: Chapter 1

Howls faded into the distance as Nathan rushed out into the darkness of the night. He'd made it out just in time. Any minute now, the others would be upon him, and then...

Thump.

The first movie goer bumped into Nathan as he paused to zip up his jacket against the cold night air. Dang, they were leaving fast tonight. He hadn't realized just how warm it had been in the movie theater, or just how could the autumn evenings had already gotten.

All around him the other patrons disappeared into the shadows beyond the flashing lights of the theater marquee, almost invisible with how used to the brightness Nate's eyes had gotten. Nate turned down the sidewalk and made his way into the darkness himself, pulling out his cellphone to text his friends about the film.

Bound to the Moon II hadn't been quite as good as the first movie, but Nate was a sucker for werewolf flicks in general. Even for the sequel, they'd put a lot of effort into the transformation sequence and the werewolf costuming and CGI. Certainly more effort than they had put into the plot. Of course, that suited Nate just fine. He was more into werewolf movies for the monsters than the story.

A familiar feminine voice snapped Nathan's attention up from the long rambling post he was typing out. He glanced up to see the face of Tiffany, his ex-girlfriend, and her new boyfriend, Jake, heading right in his direction. Shit, they must've been going to see a movie in the next time slot. Nate had parted ways with Tiffany on unpleasant terms, and he had no desire to meet her (or the end of Jake's fist) anytime soon.

Nathan had to make a snap decision. Glancing right, the traffic heading down the street was surprisingly quick and constant for this time of night, and he had no desire to run out in front of it. Glancing left, he spied an alleyway winding off between the buildings. He'd never used it before, but it looked clean enough, and anything was better than running into his ex and her new boyfriend.

Without a second thought, Nathan ducked down the alleyway, scooting far enough in to get out of view and pulling the hood of his jacket up over his head. He tried to walk casually, like he'd been down the alley a thousand times before. If he was right, this alleys would drop him off a couple of blocks away, and then he could resume his journey homeward no worse for the wear.

With disaster avoided, Nathan immediately pulled his smartphone back out, the blue glow lighting up his face in the dark alleyway. He hadn't had time to actually finish his review of the movie before he'd been so rudely interrupted, and he wanted to get it posted before one of the other Moonlight Archive forum goers had a chance to...

URK!

The feel of something sharp pressing into his side caused his review to be interrupted for the second time that evening. At first, Nathan merely thought he'd stumbled into a dumpster or something in the dim light of the back alley. The hand that clamped down on his shoulder and pressed him into the wall soon dispelled that notion though. The momentary disorientation he felt turned into a moment of pure, mind-numbing terror.

"Gimme all the money ya got on ya" a husky voice rasped out into Nathan's ear. The knife pushed harder against his side, as though to punctuate the point. Nathan couldn't make out any details on his attacker in the dark alley, but he could certainly smell the rancid, rotting stench of his breath.

"I... I don't have any money!" Nate whimpered out. "I spent what I had on the movie! I don't get paid until tomorrow!"

"Bullshit! Don't hold out on me!" the mysterious man growled, thrusting the knife into Nate's flank.

Pain lanced up Nathan's side as he felt the blade actually penetrate his flesh. Wet, slick blood quickly spread across his shirt and hoodie. He opened his mouth to scream, only to feel the other man's hand grab his mouth in a vice grip, silencing him.

"Don't scream, just give me your money!" The other man hissed, digging the knife in deeper.

"I... I don't... I..." Nathan frantically tried to mutter around the hand muffling him.

For a brief second, Nathan felt respite as the knife pulled away from his side. In that moment, he thought his attacker had actually realized he really didn't have anything to give and had decided to let him go. Then another bolt of agony rocketed up his body as the knife found purchase in his belly again.

"Useless... Useless, useless, USELESS!!!" The mugger shouted, his hand moving in a wild flurry, ramming the bloody blade repeatedly into Nathan's gut. With a strangled cry, Nathan slumped down the wall as his strength fled him. He could feel his the blood pooling in his hoodie. He weakly tried to press his hands against the many wounds, trying to get any amount of pressure on them.

"Woa, just like that? So unnecessary."

The voice wasn't Nathan's mugger - this was new. Nate turned his head in that direction, but his fading vision couldn't really make much out about the new speaker. The light of the streetlamps coming from behind the stranger made it almost look like they were wearing a cape. Nathan would've laughed at the concept of some cloaked superhero coming to save him if he weren't in such pain.

"Hey, who the... WHAT THE-"

That was about all the mugger got out before the new shadowy figure fell upon them in a blur of motion. Nathan heard the dull thud of the man impacting the wall, followed by a wet, slick squelching noise and a muffled scream that quickly tapered off into a quiet gurgling. A few seconds later, he heard as well as felt the thud as the mugger collapsed on the ground near him, unmoving.

His job seemingly done, the shadowy figure of the stranger turned and started walking away from him.

"H-help... me..." Nathan managed to rattle out, his voice straining. He could barely draw in air. The knife must've punctured his lungs.

The stranger's footsteps stopped. Nathan could swear the head turned to look at him, but it was hard to tell. Even in his blurring, fading vision something about the shape was just... off. It was too long, too tall; nothing made any sense.

"Oh, you're still with us." The unusually pleasant voice quipped. The whole situation was beyond bizarre, given that this man had just murdered someone right in front of Nate, and was now talking to a dying man like he was getting a soda at the store.

"H-help..." Nathan rasped out again.

The next thing he knew, the eyes were in front of him. Brilliant yellow eyes that shone in the glow of the street lights, like the eyes of a cat or a wolf. Eyes that caught and held his attention, despite his fading condition. And, just below them, the teeth. So many teeth, visceral and sharp, gleaming in the dim light.

"Listen, I can help you," the stranger said. "But If I do, you're probably going to regret it. Hell, I'll probably regret it. You'll have to swear an oath to me. Swear yourself to my service. Forever. It's the only way I can help you. Do you swear?"

Nathan nodded numbly. The words barely made any sense to him. The thing he was talking to barely made any sense to him!

"I need a verbal response. Just say 'I swear'." The stranger's voice sounded a little more urgent now.

Nathan gulped. The whole situation seemed so ominous... but what else was he supposed to do?

"I s-s-swear..."

There was a sudden taste on his dry lips. It was like the sweetest summer wine he could remember, mixed with a faint meaty taste, almost like a barbeque, and the potent tang of copper.

"Drink."

Nathan obeyed, even as the darkness overtook his vision and he faded into the void.

---

Nathan awoke with a start, sweat running down his forehead. Shit, what a nightmare that was. It took him a moment to calm his racing heart, and then another moment to realize he wasn't in his own bed. He wasn't even sure he was in a building.

The room around him, if it was a room, looked almost like the forest primeval. Thick gnarled vines covered in wicked looking thorns and dark green leaves crawled all around the space, concealing the wooden walls behind them. Various flowers of various hues of orange and red, petals in shapes he'd only seen in National Geographic quietly nestled among the branches. The sweet exotic scent of them was welcome to his nose after the smells of blood and garbage.

Perhaps even stranger than the faux forest was the grinning skull of a stag, with antlers still attached, sitting in what almost looked like a natural altar in the foliage. Thorny tendrils snaked in and out of the holes in the skull, with a pair of bright orange flowers blooming in the eye sockets. It felt almost like it was watching him. Judging him.

In the middle of this strange jungle, Nate himself was plonked in a queen sized bed with an elaborate wooden frame, the corners all topped with spires depicting various woodland animals. Thin silken red sheets softer than he'd ever felt covered him. Next to him was an ornate oak bedside table with a glass of water and bloodied bandages on it. It was nearly the only other piece of furniture in the room, besides a large silver mirror, a small bookcase, and a comfy chair... which was currently occupied by a man peering over a book directly at Nathan.

"Ahh, you've rejoined us!" the man said cheerily, rising from his seat and coming over towards Nate. "You've been out for a while!"

The man looked fairly unassuming - dark brown hair that bordered on black, hazel eyes, and small reading glasses previously focused on the red leather book in his hand. He was dressed fairly unimpressively, in a dark green t-shirt with a golden Celtic knot and a pair of faded blue jeans.

"W... what the hell happened?!" Nathan said, absolutely bewildered. He felt like he should be afraid. He was in a strange room, with a strange man, after who knows what happened in the alleyway - but he wasn't.

He felt... safe. Something in the back of his mind seemed to console him, reassuring him this man, his master, would protect him. Wait, master?

"Well, to put it simply, you died. Or at least, you mostly died. You asked me for help, I gave it. Then I brought you back to my home, since leaving you in that dirty alleyway seemed like a bad place to recuperate. Kind of shitty for both of us, if I'm being honest."

Nathan's brain couldn't quite process what was going on. That dream had been real? He could feel his breath quicken as the memory of the night returned to him, his hands frantically moving over his chest looking for the knife wounds. He didn't find them. The skin there was a little tender, and his body hair felt... weird. It was too smooth, almost like he was petting a cat. This was all impossible; Nate's head was spinning, panic building in his chest. He felt like his heart was about to burst.

"What the fuck, WHAT THE FUCK, W-" Nathan started shouting, starting to frantically scramble free of the covers.

Suddenly the man's face was right in front of Nate's, his eyes the same golden color as strangers had been in the alleyway. "Calm. Down. In your condition you'll injure yourself with this flailing."

The words made Nathan melt back into the covers. For a moment, there was nothing in his world but those words and the desire to obey. He sunk down to the bed as though his body was made of molasses. He also felt one other part of him that was definitely not relaxing, but standing firm to attention. Thankfully, his host probably hadn't noticed...

"Your wounds are mostly healed but it doesn't mean you should go performing acrobatics or doing any heavy lifting for a few days, alright? ...You hungry?"

It felt like Nathan was listening from a place far away, the actual words being spoken not meaning a lot. They sounded pretty, though.

"How?" Nate queried.

"Well, I was just going to order something for delivery, but..."

"No." Nathan replied dreamily. "How am I alive?"

The stranger clicked his tongue against his cheek and scratched the back of his head. It was a bit weird for Nathan to see him with this shy, unsure look on his face after the casual introduction to such a strange situation.

"I'm not sure you really want to know that. At least not so soon after waking up. How about we get some food in you first, and then we can talk about your miraculous recovery and your oath? You uh, you like Indian?"

Oath. Master. Those words flashed through his mind again, alongside a fairly pleased buzz. He'd made some kind of deal the night before... But, it hadn't been with this man, it would have been some kind of...

"Monster." Nathan said dully.

"Like... the energy drink? Are you thirsty?" The other man asked curiously.

"No," Nate said with a shake of his head. "You said oath... the monster last night said I had to swear an oath..."

Nathan's bizarre host's jolly countenance faded for just a moment, annoyance flashing over his face. The look faded almost as soon as it came, replaced by a quirked eyebrow and a wry grin.

"You're lucky I have a thing for monsters and don't mind the word. Otherwise I'd think you were trying to offend me!" the stranger laughed.

Nathan's head spun and swam. He reached out and gripped the nearby bedside table, desperate to steady his senses.

"You're not making any sense..." Nate muttered, sweat beading on his brow. "NONE OF THIS MAKES ANY SENSE!"

Nathan scrambled to get out of bed, knocking the glass of water off of the table with a crash and getting himself tangled in the sheets. The ringing in Nate's ears almost drowned out the sounds of cracking bone and tearing flesh rapidly approaching him. Almost. But the noises still drew his attention, causing him to raise his head just in time to come face to face with the animalistic snout that was suddenly next to him.

"Calm. Down."

The creature's voice was full, rich, and almost melodic. Its eyes were pitch black, with brilliant golden irises. Nathan felt like he was falling into those dark orbs, the beast's voice echoing around in his head. The panic was gone, melting away to be replaced with a quiet contentment.

The break in the turmoil in Nate's head gave him a moment to actually look over the creature before him. It looked vaguely lupine, though with oversized, bat-like ears and two extremely prominent fangs at the end of its snout. Its whole body was covered in soft looking brown and black fur, save for a white patch in the middle of its chest. A pair of antlers, somehow simultaneously out of place and perfectly suited to the creature's brow, crowned its head. The beast looked almost as though it were wearing a natural cloak - which Nathan quickly realized was actually a pair of wings folded over its shoulders.

Something else about the creature also drew Nathan's attention. Between its legs was something he hadn't seen before... at least on a person: a large, animalistic sheath, underneath which hung a pair of heavy looking furred orbs. The sight made sure at least one part of Nathan's body wasn't relaxed at all, a persistent throbbing making itself known in the tented silken sheets that covered him. Nathan had always had a thing for werewolves, but hadn't realized he might have a thing for werewolves as well.

"My eyes are up here." The strange creature crooned playfully.

Nathan's cheeks flushed hot with embarrassment and he immediately tried to turn his body to make his pulsing erection less visible.

"I... Um..." He stuttered helplessly.

"Very interesting. Usually the result of seeing me like this is fear or confusion... But this is a welcome first. Would you like me to stay this way?" The lupine creature rumbled out. "I don't mind."

"I'd like that very much, sir." Nate mumbled in his still half-zonked and relaxed state. Sir... He wasn't sure why he said it, but it did feel right to call his master that.

_Master. Oath. _

The words came unbidden again. He knew something was wrong. That something was manipulating him. But at the same time, he felt a warm fuzziness bubbling up in his chest - beyond just the fur covering him - that made those worries seem so far away.

"Excellent. Now then..." The creature reached out a paw and took Nate's chin in it gently, turning his face to look into its eyes again. Nate could feel himself getting lost in the black sea behind them, floating on the wave of contentment his master's gaze gave him.

"Any time you start to panic tonight, I want you to return to how you feel right now. Alright?"

Nate nodded, and the tent he was pitching in the sheets throbbed again. Something about the smooth growly voice and the endless dark behind those eyes made him want to melt into the creature's care and arms. "Alright."

"Fantastic! Now, Indian? Chinese? Meet me in the living room... If you want to get dressed, these should fit."

The creature tossed a pair of plaid pajama bottoms and a black shirt onto the bed. They looked comfy, if a bit plain. It was only now that it finally dawned on Nate that he had nothing on underneath the covers.

"Your own clothes were a bit... shredded. And bloody." The monster flashed a toothy grin at him, then disappeared through the door to the next room.

Nate shuffled out from under the covers and looped around the bed to where the clothes lay. He picked up the simple black shirt and slipped it on, but immediately felt an odd tickle on his chest. Worried the shirt might have a spider or something in it, he immediately stripped the offending garment back off and tossed it onto the bed. Looking down at his chest, Nathan felt panic overtake him again.

Fur.

His chest and sides were covered in a fine coat of grey and white fur, thicker in some spots than others. His mind briefly flashed back to the incident the evening before, to his attack, to the places the knife had struck...

Nathan felt a scream building in his throat, before his mind suddenly went blank. The words from before echoed in his head.

Any time you start to panic tonight, I want you to return to how you feel right now.

The panic disappeared, replaced with a vague sense of floating happiness, a smidge of embarrassment, and more than a little lust. The thought of his host's body flashed through his mind again, and he found his little friend below once again rising to the occasion.

Nate found the monster far hotter than he imagined he would, even if he couldn't really explain why. If he found that sexy, what was wrong with having a fine coat of fur himself? He had always wondered what he'd look like as a werewolf...

One of Nate's hands moved to the layer of fur on his belly, tracing his hand through it gingerly. It felt good to stroke, and sent little shivers up his spine. He quickly found his other hand moving down, gripping his throbbing shaft and starting to tug at himself. Thoughts started to creep through Nate's mind. Images of himself on his knees, nuzzling up to his host's heavy fuzzy orbs, of himself bent over a couch while the beast claimed him...

Nate wasn't sure how long he stayed that way, just savoring the sensations of his own soft fur and stroking hand. He was vaguely aware that the grey fur seemed to be getting a little thicker, spreading out from the spots he was rubbing, covering his belly and moving down towards his crotch. He couldn't bring himself to care though. It felt so nice to stroke, and he was sure it looked great on him, so... why worry?

"Hey, are you still getting dressed, I... Oh."

The voice of his beastly caretaker came from the doorway, snapping Nate back to reality and out of his stupor. He felt his face flush bright red and grabbed the nearby sheets to cover his shame as he looked over towards the door. His host was still wearing the form of that bat-like lupine creature from earlier, and Nate's eyes couldn't help but wander.

"I uh... yeah I'm good! I just got a little distracted..."

"Oh? What were you thinking about?" The creature purred.

"I um... uh..." Nathan muttered, ears flush with embarrassment.

"Go on..."

It wasn't a command, but that smooth voice still made him shiver. It made him want to answer.

"You." Nate blurted out, almost before even realizing he'd done it. Even if his brain was pleasantly buzzed by the creature's voice, the admission still made him blush furiously.

"Well then, I don't think you'll be able to focus till we give you a chance to deal with those errant thoughts, hm?"

The creature's snout broke into the toothy fang-filled grin of a predator. It folded its wings in behind it, giving Nathan a perfect view of its body. It seemed like the darker fur on the beast's chest was just short enough to show off the hills and valleys of its impressive musculature. His host wasn't as ripped as the werewolves he so enjoyed in movies, but Nate certainly didn't mind the view.

Nate's eyes were particularly drawn to the plump beastly sheath between his host's legs, and the tapered dark red bit of flesh that was now peeking out of it. The sight made his own shaft throb harder, leaking onto the sheet he was so desperately trying to use to hide it.

"I... Um... I dunno if I'm...I've never... with a guy..." Nate mumbled, almost unsure what to do. He had a girlfriend before, right? And this wasn't just a guy, it was a literal monster. Not that he hadn't had some fantasies before, but this was different... wasn't it?

"Now, now, you don't need to be shy here, hm?"

A paw cupped under Nate's chin, angling him up to meet the beast's beautiful black and gold eyes again. He immediately felt himself swimming in that warm sea, nervousness replaced with contentment. What was he worried about, again?

"There's no judgement here. Gay, straight, men, monsters... All just words. I've seen the way you've been starring. Go on puppy, do what you want..."

The word puppy made Nate's heart flutter a bit and a little giggle escape his throat. He didn't know why, it just made him feel happy. He wanted to be a good pup, and the command from his master was all the encouragement he needed. He dropped to his knees almost immediately, pressing his face into the heavy dangling orbs in front of him and taking a deep breath.

Nate wasn't sure what he'd expected, but the scent was rich, masculine, and musky, with a hint of something else... Almost like a faint hint of campfire smoke. Memories of pleasant summer nights with friends.

Despite not being totally sure if he was attracted to men mere minutes ago, now the virile scent was making Nate shudder and his head swim as much as the beast's eyes did. He couldn't get enough. One of Nate's hands slid down, tracing over the smooth fur on his belly and gripping his own throbbing shaft again. The other cradled his master's heavy, fuzzy orbs, rolling them and savoring their warmth and weight.

"Gooooooood pup."

Nathan felt his master's paw on the back of his head, claws gently scritching through his hair and encouraging him on. His tongue immediately snaked out, tracing over the soft fur of those musky orbs - timidly at first, then more eagerly, as though he were trying to claim every bit of the musky smell and taste for his own.

A bead of something wet dripping down his face reminded Nathan that there was more to service than just the musky sack in front of him. His host was now hard as a rock, his shaft a dark, almost blood red and eagerly dribbling precum down onto Nate's face. He felt his face flush brightly as the liquid dribbled down his cheeks, pulling back to glance up at his host.

"Well, go on... It's not gonna suck itself."

Nate didn't miss a beat, reaching his free hand up to angle the drippy rod down to his mouth and taking as much of it in as he could. His tongue swirled around the shaft in his maw, drinking in the potent, masculine taste. He'd never tasted another man's shaft before, much less something this... exotic, but he found it far more pleasant that he imagined. Something about the taste sent a thrill through him, his own shaft leaking copiously onto his hand now.

"Damn, are you sure you've never been with a man, pup? You're a natural at this."

The praise sent a shiver down Nathan's spine. If he had a tail, it would be wagging. Hell, he could swear he almost did feel something wagging down there... Though he was far too preoccupied with the delightful musky meat in his mouth to really take notice of the furred appendage pushing out of his backside and starting to sway.

As he bobbed his head along his master's length, Nate noticed it gradually becoming a little easier to fit more and more of it into his mouth. He figured it was just practice, not noticing his face starting to push out into an almost proto-muzzle, giving him that extra bit of depth he craved. Cracking bone and sharpening teeth were just a background noise to the beautiful symphony of groans from his master savoring his work.

Nathan's changing face also meant something else. His shifting nose amplified the heady, musky scent of the beast in front of him, making him whimper with lust and need. He wanted to get all the way down to the base, to get his nose buried directly in the musky pubic ruff of the virile stud in front of him... but that goal was just out of reach. For now.

"Hope you're ready pup..." The creature huffed, tongue flicking over its maw. "Here comes your reward!"

The beast gripped Nate's head tighter, giving a few rough bucks against his snout before tensing up, claws digging into his scalp. Nate felt the shaft in his mouth pulse once, twice, then unleash a flood of hot seed that filled his mouth and flooded down his throat. He expected to gag on the taste, but instead he found the potent salty flavor practically divine.

The taste, the domination, the knowledge that he'd brought this potent creature to to the peak of pleasure... It set something primal off in Nate. Even though he hadn't touched his shaft since those first blasts of seed touched his tongue, he felt his own cock start to jump, sending strands of his much more meager climax over the carpet.

As much as Nate wanted to drink every drop of the delicious spunk pumping into his maw, he couldn't quite manage it. He pulled back, swallowing and gasping for air, while the creature above him casually angled its cock down. The heavy shaft continued to pump a few more blasts of cum over Nate's his own shaft and belly, staining his new fur and shaft with the beast's scent.

"Mine." The creature growled out ferally, making Nate's ears burn bright red and another jolt of cum shoot from his dick.

It wasn't just the idea of being owned by such a powerful virile beast that spurred him on. The cum coating his dick felt hot, strangely pleasurable and tingly. His shaft felt tight... and soon he could see why. His cock was changing, turning a darker red, and taking on the same tapered look at his master's - though not nearly as large. He was a pet, of course - he should be smaller. He felt his fuzz-covered balls churn and pull tighter to his body as they emptied splatter after splatter of his cum onto the floor, as though they were trying to empty every last ounce of his humanity from them.

"You're coming along nicely," the wolf growled with a playful, teasing tone. "Now, clean me up."

Nate was more than happy to oblige, even without the hypnotic power in that voice. He lapped wildly at that thick musky shaft in front of him, eager to get every drop of the seed off of it. He'd never tasted cum before today, but something about this made him just feel right. Snuggling at the feet of his master, servicing him... Though his shaft quickly disappeared back into its soft fuzzy home, he could still feel it throb and twitch with desire.

After what seemed like a small eternity his lupine host finally went soft, its shaft starting to retreat back into the sheath. The paw on his head scratched affectionately through his hair, even giving him a little rub behind one of his ears. "Good job pet. You can get the floor later."

Nate was in heaven. At least, until the sound of a chiming doorbell snapped him out of his post-orgasmic and hypnotic reverie.

"Ahh, yeah. I hope you don't mind. I ordered Indian for you, since you were taking so long. You get cleaned up, I'll pick up the order."

With that, the bat-like beast folded its wings around it and ducked into the other room. Nate was still too buzzed and disoriented to really move at first. What had Nate even just done? He'd sucked off a man. Not just a man, but a monster. He knew the beast's bottomless eyes and smooth voice had influenced him, had melted away his inhibitions and turned him into a happy mush of puppy dog...

But... he'd loved it. There wasn't a second of it he hadn't savored. Every grunt of pleasure, every time he'd been called "pup" - it made him feel complete. Nate felt his spent dick stir a little bit again at the thoughts. He might've been nudged a bit, but he'd done it all of his own accord, right?

...But if he had, why was this sense of unease still gnawing at the back of his head?

Finally, after gathering his thoughts a bit longer, Nate walked over to the full length silver mirror. The grey and white fur had spread further. Now it covered most of his stomach, ass, back, and thighs. His own shaft was nestled within a canine looking sheath between his thighs, not unlike his master's. He even had what looked like a short tail sticking out above his rump, slowly twitching in an attempt to wag.

Worse, Nate's head was recognizably inhuman. His nose was a little darker, almost dog-like, and his face was pushed out a bit like a canine's snout. Not quite a full muzzle, but still impossible to hide. How was he going to hide this? He might get away with a face mask, but he couldn't wear one ALL the time. How was he going to resume his normal life again?!

Any time you start to panic tonight, I want you to return to how you feel right now.

Nate wanted to panic, but he couldn't, the soft words of his master lulling him into a vague warm happiness again. He knew it was happening, but at the moment, panic wouldn't help him anyway, so... why fight it?

Sighing a little bit, Nate returned to the bed and slid into the pajama pants left for him. He just hoped the cum wouldn't stain through it. He didn't bother trying to pull a shirt on. The fur on his belly was already keeping him warm enough. It certainly seemed enough time had passed to just accept some food and pay the delivery man, so Nate headed out to the living room as well.

"H-hey, I really want to talk to you about this f-"

Nate hadn't been looking up as he entered the room. Now, he realized that the delivery driver hadn't left yet. Instead, the driver was pressed against the wall by his strange lupine host, who seemed to have locked his jaws around the man's neck in a death grip.

As the creature heard Nate's voice, it released the delivery man's neck, pulling its blood-stained snout away with a pleased sigh. It turned to look directly at Nate, flexible tongue flicking out over a pair of long, sharp fangs coated in crimson. There was no comfort in its gaze this time, only hunger and lust.

"Ahh... I was hoping you wouldn't see that," it growled.

...What had Nate gotten himself into?

(to be continued)