A Stray
Dark sharp points pushed out from under the of the forefinger and thumb working to stick a key in the polished steel door knob.
The key's owner gasped from a sudden pressure on all of her fingertips and all of her keys clattered to the cherry wood floor of the apartment hallway.
"Shit, shit", she uttered under her breath. Taking two deep breaths she steadied herself for the seemingly simply task of getting in her apartment. Her urgency couldn't become panic or frustration.
Calmed for a moment Alicia managed to slip into her threshold, leaving little droplets of blood where she had picked up her keys. Sliding down the back of her stylized black front door she wondered, how could this have happened? It had been years since the last time she had lost control. Years and it happened in a totally different time in her life, where she had left herself vulnerable for something like this. It had been, she considered, the last time she truly mated.
"Ah!" She cried out involuntarily. Alicia knew it was the wrong memory lane to explore in her condition. Her cry turned into a slight growl as her breasts pushed into the lace trimmed bra under her dark blue blouse. Flashing her golden flecked eyes to the bay window across her expansive living space, the open partial view to the city changed from a midday view blessing to a daylight curse. She couldn't take the chance of walking out to the exposed area and her body wasn't going to stop. She ruefully wished it didn't have to be this undignified.
It should have been a triumphant afternoon. Even her unique monthly timing had lined up right, just enough hormonal effect to put her at the top of her game, but not enough to distract her. She cast a striking figure walking into the presentation, her stylish cat's eye glasses accentuating her high cheek bones. The partners had set up every piece of the meeting to make an impression on the client's in-house legal team. She proposed the idea to walk in after their prey had settled down. Every eye would turn to her.
It went downhill immediately. There were sixteen people in the client's representation. One of them was like her. They could have been male or female. She hadn't been near another wolf for so long she couldn't distinguish the different pheromones. Her nose knew that another wolf was there immediately, though. Alicia had felt her nostrils flare immediately as her body had started a torturous betrayal.
"Oh," she gasped as she was snapped out of her thoughts. Her feet had begun to press painfully against her expensive dark red leather heels. As she reached down to remove the restrictive articles, Alicia's deep auburn hair tumbled from a careful up-do. As it thickened and fell down the sides of her face, the pointed tips of developing hunter's ears pressed though the cascade. Settled uncomfortably on the dark gray marble tile floor she pulled each heel off with difficulty, her lengthening toe claws having torn through black stocking material to dig into the leather.
As she gazed at the black tips peering through the rips at her feet, Alicia became aware of the acute discomfort of her sheer leggings. Careful not to snag the fine wool cloth of her patterned burgundy skirt on her sharp finger tips, she undid the rear clasp and slid it down her legs.
Her leg's discomfort had turned into an unmistakable itch on every inch of skin. "Fuck it", Alicia grumbled as she traded the circus of trying to shimmy out of her black hose for simply shredding them. The covering caught on the single light layer of hair on her lower legs. Matching auburn fur started to dust over the tops of her hands and feet as she lightly ran her now deadly clawed fingers to open the sides of her leg coverings. She flexed her slightly broadening feet to help with the removal. Alicia pulled the hose away from the light stubble on her thighs and tossed it to the side in frustration.
She had, frustratingly, stammered out of the gate starting her presentation. Instead of launching into the smoothly polished script she had practiced repeatedly, she had to catch her breath. The scent in the room almost overwhelmed her immediately. So close to the three days of the moon, her anonymous and sudden nemesis in the room had clearly started their natural signaling to others of their kind. A barely perceptible line of sweat broke out at her brow line. While a couple of partners showed slight concern at her perceptible hiccup, none of the strangers at the table seemed to react at all. Clearly, someone had more control of their inner self than she was able to muster.
Her body was now reacting to finding another wolf, on the floor of her apartment's entryway. Alicia decided to fully undress while she could without damaging anymore clothing. Her palms had begun to darken as a signal of the growth of new light finger padding. She managed to shrug off her slim cut sport coat, lightly pull a silk blouse over her head and unhook her bra before the clips snapped from the pressure of her enlarged chest.
She sighed with relief as her pale bust came free, her nipples stiff from the stimulation happening all over her body. That, truly, had been the struggle persisting during the rest of the meeting. The raw arousal from the musk produced by her mystery counterpart had kept derailing her train of thought. She transformed on the inside from a confident senior associate to a shaken newbie while trying to keep her true outer transformation at bay.
The desire, though, that pummeled her came elusively and undefinably, since she could not pinpoint who in the room had triggered her instincts so violently. In the middle of defining the clear, specific and unique legal counsel her firm could provide, flashes of fur covered women and men pressing against her body intruded. Partially furred faces she couldn't quite define suckled her nipples, kissed down her calves, or nibbled her sharpened earlobes. As she neared the end of her twenty minute presentation time her mind started to skip between a pretty, fanged female tasting her swollen labia or a strong male pulling up her tail to take her from behind. Those twin fantasies triggered her now unavoidable metamorphosis at work. After a few questions, she had tried to gracefully dart out of not just the meeting room, but the entire office, claiming a sudden stomach illness.
Alicia shivered as the return to her earlier fantasies combined with her ongoing change. She was fairly sure she had suppressed any noticeable changes at the office. The wild half of her had to be controlled, so she practiced slowing its pull at her every month. Hopefully, her body had only advanced with the natural pre-changes she dealt with as a matter of routine. She looked down at the full patch of hair under her arms and between her legs. A thick line of wavy hair now connected her almost black pubic thatch to her belly button. She hadn't looked in a mirror. It would be troublesome if her hairline had started drawing downwards or her eyebrows knitted together in public.
Interrupting her introspection, Alicia felt her entire body warm from the inside out. Looking down her lightly toned body, it appeared as if her fully developed bush was branching out to her inner thighs. A dusting of short lighter auburn leg hair began to fill out in layers to truly become fur. When Alicia could remove herself from her bitterness over having to change at all, she could admit the striking contrast of her black and brown fur fairly attractive.
Alicia's thoughts drifted to her very first change. She often thought about it during her carefully planned and endured changes each month. Her parents had kept a careful eye on her during those high school years. Her mom shared her nature but her father was fully human. They had no idea if she would inherent the wolf or not. Still, there were so few of her kind that even at a distance that the community protected each other. And they planned for unlikely possibilities. Four families scattered widely across the states shared a centrally located "vacation" cabin specifically for their children. When her mother thought she saw early signs, their small band of three made what her parents called "getaway trips" to that cabin. There were two false alarms with the onset of lycanthropy being fairly similar to a teenage girl having a bad week. On the third trip, though, Alicia's true nature revealed itself exactly as it was in the present.
That nature brought her back to the present. The soft layers between her inner thighs met and rubbed together. A soft growl came instinctively from Alicia's throat. She would need to surrender soon to the desire welling up in her secret place. Alicia didn't want to be confined to the front of her apartment and the wolf would not want it either. She fought the urges to use her thickening palms on her wet lips and stiffening nipples. Those urges would soon remove any concern about self-control she had left. Crawling, at least, felt natural at this point as Alicia flipped to her hand and knees. She rolled her neck as a black, full ring of fur started to appear from her shoulders.
Urgently she made her way to her central living area, moving without dignity on all fours to the shelf where she hoped her window remote lay. Light auburn fur began to spring from her slightly strengthening spine as ebony fur began to cover her ribcage. Alicia's heartrate increased and thoughts of claws digging deeply into the fur on her torso nearly caused her to drive her face into the deep, forest plush rug so she could present herself to a non-existent suitor.
"Keep it together, Alicia," she growled to herself. The short crawl seemed like an eternity as she brought herself to her knees facing the shelf.
"Shit." The remote had not appeared on a shelf at her short eye level. Her fully covered and clawed hands felt awkward as she began to feel her way across the shelves above her. The shelves rested on the wall across from the bay window, but Alicia shuddered at taking the risk of exposing her almost fully transformed body in full view. If someone happened to be in a window in the building with a partial view to hers, it could be a disaster.
As her fingers fumbled across the shelves, her feet flexed involuntarily as they became fully developed with dark padding at her balls and heels. The deadly claws there pulled up a couple of strands of carpet. Alicia gasped as her body flooded with the heat of arousal; her pink labia started to shade darker and moisten. The images and sensations started to flood her, a strong hand pulling the tail developing from her back, a slick tongue teasing her toe, a thick knot swelling in her tunnel, her mind screaming at her to please herself.
She closed her eyes and yawned as sharp, predatory teeth finally pushed out into her overly moist mouth. Her head dipped and the clack of her weak human canines falling to the hardwood floor in front of the cabinet snapped her reverie for a moment. Alicia's thoughts barely cleared of sex but remained image based, the picture of remote meant a dark space and freedom. At that moment her thick fingers roaming the last shelf curled around a slight object. Instinctively, Alicia turned towards her bay window and as she kept arm raised, delicately pressed the right button with the tip of claw.
As the curtains closed, Alicia huffed out a sound of relief. Standing on the balls of her feet, a fully formed four foot tail thumped against the shelf. The remote clattered to the floor as one set fingers moved roughly to her right nipple, the other to her moist folds. The sight of her couch processed as a comfortable place for relief in her one track mind.
Alicia walked lazily across the room, her finger pads working a slow delicate circle on her outer lips as she pulled each of her chocolate nipples in turn. The smell of her own musk as she laid down, inlaid deep into the black leather, acted as a trigger for her full relaxation and predatory need. With no other outlet, the hands of a dangerous she-wolf came together, pressing the heel of her paw pad into her wetness. No longer recognizing limits, deep black toes claws pierced the leather cushions for traction. Alicia's wolf raised her hips in rhythm, growled, grinded and finally let out a howl of release.
As Alicia dealt with her primal needs in her loft, across the city a pair of slightly sharper than normal teeth closed down on the end of a designer fountain pen. A very traditional mahogany paneled corner office surrounded the pensive figure sitting at a more modern, expansive glass desk. A measured deep breathing seemed to brush away the more animal reactions resting deep within the professional seated there.
After a moment, the pen was carefully placed the desk and a measured voice spoke, "Sirious, call John Canind".
In two rings, a greeting came into the caller's earpiece, "Hello."
"Mr. Canind. I believe I've found a stray."