Under the Skin
#1 of Under the Skin
Rachel told Lucas they could get together on Thursday night. She picked the night after checking her pocket calendar. Her schedule was largely empty during the week because she was a workaholic, but she kept the planner from his view. All she wanted to know was which night was the full moon.
She was excited about it all day. Rachel hadn't gone on too many dates since being promoted to project manager. Something about being an ambitious woman turned men off to her, and the work hours were a killer at certain parts of the year to have a stable relationship. Most of all, she was largely gunshy about meeting new men outside of work, since bars and clubs weren't normally her thing. But Lucas from the coffee shop caught her eye, and apparently she caught his. A couple of run-in conversations later, he finally asked her out to dinner. The timing was perfect. Most nights, she wouldn't know what to do with a guy; her first few boyfriends in college were as shy as she was and not much help. The upcoming full moon was perfect for her.
Rachel got home and dropped her bags near the door. It had already gotten dark, and she could feel the moon pull at her. She rushed up the stairs to her bedroom so she could undo her work clothes. Date night required a change in wardrobe, but she had other things in mind first.
The girls she met in her third year of college called themselves "the pack." Not a sorority or a student organization. Just something they kept to themselves. They were a pack. The name didn't mean much to her when she first met them; they had picked her out after a class and invited her to hang out with them. She happily obliged, getting that social life she was supposed to have but never got. When she got close enough to them, they offered her lycanthropy. One bite on the arm - actually, everyone in the pack would have a taste of her - and she was a pack member forever.
The werewolf curse intrigued everyone in the pack, but it didn't turn them into mindless animals. That's not why they spread the transformation around. They were all just as shy and inhibited as Rachel until they had been turned. Full moon nights gave them something more useful than fur and fangs, which were by themselves exciting.
She was given lycanthropy that next full moon, and she never regretted it.
Rachel felt anxious, like every muscle in her body was burning to be stretched and used. She had felt like this all day, but with the full moon right outside her bedroom window, the soreness was greater than ever.
As much as she enjoyed the sensation of ripping out of her clothes - one Halloween, she took a video of herself in an office outfit that had become threadbare - the suit she had on was new and expensive. She threw it onto the chair by the bed and began to undo her shirt. Patient as she was, she certainly wanted to be let out. She couldn't resist the call of the moon for too long. Once her first few buttons were undone, she could see a thick, growing patch of fur creeping up from between her breasts, peeking from under her bra. The wild look spreading across her skin like a welcome infection excited her, but she knew her clothes wouldn't support her growing frame. She hurried to unbutton herself, and the spreading of fur accelerated down to her belly button, then began to spread outward, enveloping her entire chest.
Rachel fumbled around with the fastener on her pants. Her claws had already grown out, making it hard to reach around the button holding her pants in place. Her growing frustration and animal instinct made it hard to stay calm and tempting to rip her pants off, but she kept repeating to herself how expensive it was, and how all of her other pants were at the dry cleaners. She could feel her thigh and calf muscles strain against her pants as she willed the change to slow itself until the button finally came free and she could slide the pants, along with her panties, down her now-furry legs. She gave them one long stroke with her padded hands to feel how silky they were against her touch. It electrified her to feel the wolf emerge after so long.
The changes accelerated without any further resistance from Rachel. She laid down on the bed, content to let her bra snap apart, freeing two large, furry breasts to point straight up at the ceiling. Bits of dark pink crept up from the tips of of her furry mounds, which she rubbed clawed fingers for stimulation. In the shower, she had touched herself that very morning with the full moon imminent, and as arousing as it was then, it was more than overwhelming now as she pressed her left nipple with one hand, and the space between her legs with the other.
Rachel leaned her head against the headboard, sitting up so she look into the mirror atop her dresser on the opposite end of the room. She continued to change while she played with herself. Dark brown hairs sprouted from the sides of her face, leaving her cheeks smooth and hairless, yet taut and toned as her cheekbones strained underneath her skin. She liked the half-wolf look, even if she could change all the way into a monstrous animal if she really tried. She was going for sexy, not terrifying.
She bared her fangs at herself, moaning with intense pleasure as her fingers rubbed inside of her. Saliva began to dribble down her cheek, onto the patch of fur on her upper chest. She had three fingers working, stretching herself as waves of stimulation overwhelmed her in the final stages of the transformation.
Rachel wanted to watch her nose darken into that half-animal snout that concealed her human features, but discomfort in her lower back, as always, made her roll around onto her chest. As she did, her tailbone slowly emerged, beginning to wag freely in the air as it grew long and furry. She rushed toward orgasm, letting her fingers slide back and forth into her until she tightened up for the final release.
She howled as the final tension broke, covering her fingers in pent-up juices she had been saving all day. The scent was strong and overpowering, filling the room with an animal musk that reminded her of what she had been missing all month. She let her fingers explore herself a bit more to allow a second release, smaller in intensity but still exciting in itself.
Rachel let her tongue roll out of her mouth as every muscle relaxed in bliss. During very tense times at work, she had so wanted to will the werewolf out of her, but without that full moon, she was powerless to change. The entire month had been building up to one great climax, and it was worth every moment.
A vibrating noise snapped her out of her euphoric haze. She looked up, remembering that she had set the alarm on her smartphone to go off an hour before her date with Lucas, in case the animal got too swept up in pleasure. She groaned a mix of human frustration and animal snarling as she stood up in bed. She examined herself in the mirror, revealing a half-woman, half-wolf body that she would love to show off to a mate - er, a boyfriend - someday. Lucas, maybe?
Today would not be that day, however. She had just started to really get to know him, and the girly side of her didn't want to scare him off.
She got off the bed and leaned on her dresser. She took one large breath and admired how she looked.
Then she walked over to the window and drew the blinds, concealing the full moon calling outside. It was more symbolic than anything, because the great thing about the pack's strain of lycanthropy was it could be completely controlled with the right amount of willpower.
Rachel shut her eyes and willed herself back into human form. She felt herself shrink as fur began to fall away from her body. Some of it receded into her skin, but not enough that it wouldn't make a mess when she reverted back. Another reason she spent most full moons outside. Muscles softened and bones returned to their normal shape. Her body tensed up as her tailbone forced itself back under her skin. She felt a similar stinging pain in her fingernails and toenails, as claws smoothened out to light, delicate points at the ends of her extremities. Within minutes, it was over, and a fully naked, human woman was left in her bedroom.
She examined her bedroom, and the mess she made. A layer of fur coating the floor, work clothes strewn about, more fur on her comforter, not to mention the release of her orgasm forming a dark, moist spot that needed to be washed out. She didn't regret the werewolf's curse, she just regretted that she needed to clean up afterwards. Not that it mattered much, she wasn't going to bring home Lucas after one date. She still had some human sensibilities, after all.
Rachel quickly washed up in the shower and toweled off any last bits of fur that clung to her body. Eyeing the clock, she rushed over to her closet for a set of date clothes that she hadn't used in awhile, a nice little red dress and form-fitting pants that Lucas or any man was sure to like.
She looked at herself in the mirror. No amount of willpower could completely reverse the transformation. Her hair seemed to have more bounce and, without a hair band, gave her that wild look she couldn't otherwise accomplish without a full moon. Her eyebrows were just that much thicker, and her eyes were a bit more feral than before she changed. Not enough to make anyone suspicious, but just enough to look that much more alluring. She examined her outfit one more time and grinned, imagining all the things that she would do with Lucas on their date that evening. Things that she might have hesitated to do without the werewolf guiding her. But with animal instinct, not to mention a heightened sex drive brought about by the moon, overwhelming her human restraints for the night, she was more eager to let a bit of the animal out.
Rachel got out of her house toward her car to meet Lucas at the restaurant that evening. As she opened the door to her car, she looked up at the full moon, bright and yellow and warm and beckoning the animal loose one more time. She balled her fists and resisted the temptation, knowing that if she could delay gratification for a few hours, she could satisfy that animal instinct with something more than just meat. She smiled to herself and got into her car, excited that the hunt awaited her.