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A Familiar for a Familiar

The Second Hand Suit, Chapter 3

By William W. Kelso

I woke up feeling absolutely fantastic, I had been ever since I'd finally come to accept what I was now, and even enjoy it. Werewolf, lycanthrope, shape shifter, it still seemed like some sort of dream, but was very real. But I wasn't a 'regular' kind of Werewolf, to my great surprise there were more than one kind, and I seemed to be unique. No one was really sure as to exactly what I was, and I sure as Hell had no idea. But I accept it now, which makes it much easier to 'deal' with.

It had started when I bought what I thought was an old costume at an antique store, but once I'd put it on I'd found out different. I still wasn't sure who was wearing who as the 'suit' was part of me now. The suit and I had merged and become one being under the glare of a full moon, and when I changed back to my human form there was no sign of it, but I could feel it, inside of me. It had terrified me at first as the first few changes had hurt like Hell, and I'd had no control at all, and no real memory of what I'd done while I was a beast. Fortunately I hadn't killed anyone, except some animals that I'd eaten. I'd finally found someone who could help me, a Sorceress named Madam Marian, and with the help of another Werewolf named Lazarus we figured out as much as we could about my 'condition'. Turns out the 'suit' I'd put on was the pelt from a Werewolf that had been created as a servant for a witch by a demon named Dis; really, I'm not kidding, who was a real old time biblical level bad ass according to Madam Marian. But it would appear the demon had no interest in getting the pelt back; much to my relief as I had a pretty good idea as to how it would get it back and being skinned alive didn't sound very appealing, so I was stuck with it which definitely beat the alternative. Which no longer bothered me at all as the longer I 'wore' it; or it 'wore' me, the more we became one. It had actually been lonely; it was centuries old, and had only wanted a 'home', someone to share a life with, to 'take care' of it. It was actually sentient, probably on the level of a child. And of course my life had changed forever, whether it was for the better remained to be seen.

And in an hour Lazarus was coming to pick me up to take me to a special 'ranch' for several days to help me get in touch with my 'inner wolf'. Lazarus was the alpha male of the local pack, and since I was in his 'territory' he needed to keep an eye on me, and I needed to learn how to control my animal side, though I'd already made a lot of progress. I had to change three nights of every month, all Lycans do. The night before, the night of, and the night after, the full moon, and I was no exception. And it turns out once you learn how to control it you can change anytime, night or day. But you had to be careful; for instance changing in a Wal-Mart was not a good idea. Weres survive by not being seen. Forget all that crap about Werewolves running amok and eating scantily clad bimbo's. Some do, ones that go 'feral', but it's usually other Werewolves who hunt them down and destroy them as we don't need the bad press. Werewolves are powerful creatures, but we are few and far between and humans outnumber us by the millions. A stupid Were who pisses off the local peasants doesn't last very long. We're hard to kill, but a mob of several hundred mad humans is more then up to the task, not to mention a skilled hunter armed with the right weapons, and turns out there are those who spend their lives hunting Were kind. So we hide in the shadows and try to avoid the light of scrutiny.

One big difference between myself and 'natural' Lycans we'd discovered so far; with the aid of Madam Marian, was that while most Weres have more than two forms, I have only two. Most can take on human, beast (human/wolf hybrid), and regular wolf form. I have only two, human and beast. And what a beast, I was bigger and meaner than any other Werewolf Lazarus had ever seen. As a general rule Weres don't gain body mass during transformation, a 250 pound man becomes a 250 pound beast. I was already big to start with, and we estimated I almost double in size when I take on my beast form so I topped at out at 450lbs+. I was a big doggie. How I manage that no one knows, I certainly don't. No, I was definitely not a 'normal' Werewolf, and they referred to me as the 'Demonwolf'. But the other rules seemed to apply.

Every month for the three 'nights of the moon', as Lycans call them, his pack would assemble at the 'ranch' to associate and hunt, and have sex. There are two things that a Were needs immediately after changing, food, and hopefully another Were of the opposite sex is available for sex. The change takes a lot of energy, so it's a good idea to have food available, and it also increases your sex drive and makes you as horny as Hell. One reason why a 'new' Werewolf may go feral is they are literally starving, both for food and sex. If they are bitten; and then left to fend for themselves, the traumatic change and new needs may overwhelm them, and if they can't cope and/or satisfy these needs they literally go on a rampage, but it's more because they're terrified and scared; not understanding what's happening to them, than anything else. If they encounter humans in their beast form they may attack out of frustration and rage if the humans show fear or attack them, or in an attempt to mate, and then when they return to human form and realize what they've done it traumatizes them even more. Then there are those who like to kill humans; or other Weres, and do it deliberately, those are the really dangerous ones as even Lycans have psychopaths. That's how we got the rep of eating and/or fucking people to death, it's because it actually happens, though it's pretty rare nowadays. So that's why Weres form packs, out of instinct and to help one another. I'd been 'invited' to join Lazarus's pack, and had accepted gladly. I still needed to learn a lot, but just to find there were others similar to you running around was a major relief. On my own I had no idea what would have happened. I don't think I could have handled it if I'd killed and/or raped anybody.

I got dressed, packed a small bag, and ate a big breakfast. I just ate the bacon raw; we prefer our meat that way, it tastes better, and a whole box of Captain Crunch as I love the stuff. I heard Lazarus pull up, and was on my way out the door by the time he honked. He was in a 1965 Jaguar Mark X that had been painstakingly restored from a low mileage original; turns out he owned a classic car restoration business. I practically drooled all over it, it was beautiful! But he also ran another business; I guess you could call it a 'special security' service. Which was another reason we were getting together at the ranch, it would appear there were 'employment opportunities' for someone with my 'special abilities'. And the pay could be very good, which beat the assistant managers salary I was making at the Hardware Store where I worked, but I hadn't quite that job yet. For one thing I liked it, and I had some good friends there. Just because one becomes a Lycanthrope doesn't mean you have to go live in the woods in a cave and eat squirrels or idiots that go for midnight walks in dark scary woods.

It was about a four hour drive to the 'ranch', and it was not what I was expecting. For some reason I'd been expecting an old run down farmhouse and barn with a swamp in the backyard ala "The Adam's Family". You know, where it was raining all the time and something was always howling out in the rose bushes, and some creepy dude answered the door. Turns out it was more like a resort, and if fact it once had been a dude ranch that fallen on hard times, so Lazarus's pack had pooled their resources and bought the place as their 'home away from home'. A mated pair of older Weres lived there full time as caretakers. As we pulled up everything from motorcycles to an old Pinto and a Rolls Royce were parked out front, or in the converted barn. Turns out Weres come from all walks of life and all income brackets. Usually we're portrayed as biker gang members, tramps, or derelicts that live in old abandoned warehouses and roam around terrorizing small towns. Turns out Lazarus's pack has a banker & his mate, a lawyer, two doctors, a vet (which was useful), a house painter & carpenter, etc. There was one small family pack of a mated pair, the female's brother, and four cubs. There were also a few 'strays', and now an Assistant Manager from a Hardware Store. And of course the mandatory burned out Viet Nam Vet who had 'seen things man!' And to my further surprise not all the Were's were wolves. I'd just gotten used to idea of Werewolves, but now it turns out there were other kinds as well! There was a mated pair of Coyotes, an Honest to God Dingo from 'down under' complete with Aussie accent "G'day mate!", a large Fox of some kind, a bat (no, NOT a vampire), and the most unusual of all, a Weretiger. In total there were twenty full time pack members and ten part-time. The part time were mainly the other types of Were's. Wolves are the most common, so if the others can't find a mate they tend to hang out with us. We're more easy going then most, and don't mind having other 'species' around as long as they behave themselves.

It looked like about half of the pack had arrived, and most had gathered in a large lounge in the main building. It was two stories tall with a huge fireplace at one end, and a balcony around the upper story with doors leading to rooms. The décor was that hoaky 'frontier' type mandatory at dude ranches. You know, unfinished wood walls, antique looking furniture that was really mostly particleboard, etc. At one time it was probably decorated with animal heads and trophies, but those were gone now. Weres don't care much for that sort of stuff, and NO we don't put human heads on the wall! Well, that is, not any Lycans I know do. I saw one younger Were I recognized, it was the girl who had given me Madam Marian's card, which had allowed me to get the help I had so desperately needed. I went over to her and we both flared our nostrils as I approached. She was dressed in what I thought was some sort of Goth or Nihilists outfit, mainly black clothes with black lipstick and some body jewelry, and letting her know I wasn't aggressive through my scent and body language, I smiled; without showing my teeth, and said,

"I owe you a great big 'thanks' for putting me in touch with Madam Marian. I was going crazy."

She gave a shy smile, and replied "That's OK; I know what it's like, our kind have to stick together."

"Ah yes, Lazarus said, it was young Paula who brought you to us. She had a rather hard time of it herself. She was bitten by a feral about two years ago and left to fend for herself, by the time we found her she was in a bad way. She'd resisted the urge to kill, but was almost starved to death. Next to you she's our newest member."

"Well, I said, again, thank you for your kindness."

While we'd been talking several more Were's had entered the room, I could tell just by looking at them, to another Were it was obvious. I could also tell not all were lupine. Again it was obvious, the others scents were different.

"Welcome everyone, Lazarus said, we may have a new pack member. This is Tom Bradley, and as you can tell he is lupine. But he is not a regular Were, he is not a natural and was not bitten, his gift comes from a type of curse."

I was introduced to everybody, shaking hands with the males, and some of the females. A few tried the strong handshake routine, but I won. A couple of the females showed more than a passing interest, their scents telling me they were 'interested' in being more than just friends. I think, I thought, I'm going to like this place. Then everyone kind of froze, and I could sense the hackles figuratively rising on a few, and turned to see what they were staring at, and my own hackles rose as I caught a whiff of a deep powerful scent. A large woman had just entered the room, and every eye was locked on her, she had that kind of effect even in her human form, she was beautiful in a that statuesque kind of way. And I knew the second I caught her scent that she was definitely not a wolf, her scent was feline, strong and powerful. Tiger.

"Hello Tanya, Lazarus said, nice to see you."

The Weretiger gave a big smile, and replied, "Likewise, who's the new boy Lazarus?"

"Tanya, Lazarus said, this is Tom Bradley, he's our newest member."

"Hello Tom, welcome to our happy family." Tanya said, holding out her hand.

I took it, and she gave me the most powerful handshake I'd ever felt, but I squeezed back just as hard, two predators smiling at one another as we tested the other. She smiled the whole time, but flaring her nostrils a trace of uncertainty crept into her smile.

"A wolf, yes, but something else as well. What are you?" Tanya asked as she broke the handshake, both of us flexing our fingers. I think she was impressed, I certainly was.

"Tom is cursed, Lazarus said. He is Werewolf, but a most unusual kind. We'll all see later tonight when the moon rises."

"Why not now, Tanya asked, he can control his form, can't he?"

"Tanya, Lazarus said, you know it's not polite to ask another to change."

"Yes, you are right, Tanya replied, my apologies Tom. I think you will be something special though."

Since it was several hours till the moon would rise we sat around and talked, and of course everyone was curious about me. I told them what I knew, and what Madam Marian had been able to find out, which got a lot of raised eyebrows and few concerned frowns. They were a little worried about the demonic aspect, but Lazarus assured them it was benign, and that I had control. Most of the Were's were 'naturals', in that one; or both, parents had been Were's. Paula had been bitten; as had another female Were, who hadn't arrived yet. Cole, the Viet Nam vet, had been bitten in Nam, and was a different breed of wolf, more slender and with larger ears. Tanya had also been bitten, but when she was fairly young. Her parents had taken her with them to Burma for missionary work, and she had been bitten in the jungle one day when she had been about ten, but she didn't remember much. She was an Indochinese or Burma tigress. She hadn't changed until she was sixteen, and the first couple of years had been rough on her, but she'd finally run into a pack of Werewolves who had tracked her down and helped her to learn to live with it. She had yet to meet another feline Lycan, evidently they are quite rare, Tigers especially. Everyone was amazed that my 'curse' came from a full body pelt, and that it hadn't reappeared when I changed back to human form. The pack had one part-time member who used a skin to change, but it was just a magical belt made from a wolf skin. When he changed back he just took the belt off until he wanted to change again. They mostly thought he was nuts, but put up with him to keep an eye on him. Plus being a lawyer he did pro bono legal work for the pack members. I hoped he'd turn up as he was the closest thing to what I was; at least a skin was involved, and I wanted to ask him some questions.

While we were talking several more pack members had arrived until there were a total of eighteen of us present. Fourteen regular pack members, three part-time, and myself, who was the 'guest of honor'. It was starting to get dark, and there was a growing feeling of expectation as we could all feel the growing call of the moon. It grows stronger as the full moon approaches, until it reaches that point where it is irresistible and we have to answer. And tonight was the first of the three nights of the moon, the nights when we had no choice but to change, as the saying goes 'from dusk to dawn'. That was the one time we had no control.

"Tom, Lazarus said, when the moon rises we have two ways to take care of satisfying our hunger. We have several sides of beef available for those who prefer to feed that way, but most of the older members prefer to hunt. There are plenty of deer and other game on the place as we leave out feed for them. Occasionally a stray cow or steer shows up as well. We mostly hunt as a pack, but sometimes split up into smaller groups. Or you can hunt on your own, such as Tanya does. Her kind of Were are solitary hunters, and to be quite truthful there is some natural animosity between lupine and feline anyway, at least in our beast or animal forms. We don't try to kill each other or anything like that; we just prefer to keep our distance.

"I'm not sure yet, I replied, first let's see how the others react to my form, as you said I'm not exactly a 'normal' Were. They may not want me around either."

"There is another thing as well; a couple of us always patrol the area, acting as guards to watch for any intruders or danger. We take turns, but there's no roster or anything. When one gets tired they lets us know and another takes their place. We even have some monitors on the entry road and around the boundary in strategic locations."

"You're kidding, right? I asked, I mean, who the heck is going to bother US?"

"You'd be surprised, Lazarus said, we do have enemies, and they know how to fight, and kill, us. We call them 'the hunters'. Some see us as 'monsters' to be destroyed, others just take delight in hunting the most dangerous of prey. Sometimes there is animosity and conflict between packs or with others of the supernatural world. There is even an arm of the Catholic Church for dealing with 'demonic' beings, which include Weres though we have nothing to do with Hell, well; I mean, um, at least most of us."

"Gee, thanks, I said, but in a joking voice. I certainly don't feel like a demon though. What if someone shows up and causes trouble?"

"We kill them, Lazarus said in a perfectly serious voice, and hide the evidence. Then we disperse and go to ground for awhile and see if they had time to tell others about us. It's brutal, but it's survival. If we let them go they will just bring down the rest on us. We have friends in the legal and law enforcement community who are a big help in that area. Some are Weres too, other friends. We also maintain good relations with the local magic users we know of, they can be useful to us, and we in turn can be useful to them. It's a mutual survival arrangement as those who hunt us often hunt witches, sorcerers, and other magic users as well.

I had to close my eyes for a minute while I tried to take all that in. "This is fantastic, I said, all this is going on and hardly anyone knows about it? I just don't see how you can keep it all so secret. I mean, up until a few weeks ago I didn't believe in any of this kind of stuff, and even though I'm a Were now it's still hard to accept. But witches, sorcerers, and all different kinds of Weres too, it just gets weirder and weirder. Next you'll tell me Dracula is out there running around."

"It's how we survive, Lazarus said with a smile. By hiding in plain sight, but also by making ourselves useful to as many people in 'the know' as possible. But it's a never ending war that rages just beneath the surface. But both we; and our enemies, keep it as quiet as possible. On that one thing we all agree, so no conflict in the open, or in public areas if it can be avoided. We keep our business as secret as possible. Think about it, organized crime is the same way, religious cults, and all sorts of other activities that the public is pretty much unaware even exist. Then he frowned and said, but vampires are real too, as well as other creatures most consider legend and others most people have never even heard of. Most are benign and just want to be left alone, but others are true monsters in every sense of the word and love to cause misery and kill just for the sake of it. And some are our enemies as well as not all are inclined to be 'benevolent' towards humans OR Weres. But come, it's getting dark, we need to get ready. I can fill you in on other useful information later, or just ask the others, they'll be glad to answer your questions if they can."

The older caretaker couple and the mated pair with children stayed at the lodge to feed there, and they would provide the first security patrol until they grew tired and called for replacements. Tanya jumped on a three wheeler and took off on her own with a wave and 'good hunting!' The rest of us piled into several jeeps and drove to a large clearing in the middle of a large wooded area. The ranch was huge and it was in the middle of bumfuck nowhere, so there was plenty of room for our 'activities'. We parked the jeeps back in the woods in a cleared area, and then everyone got out and started taking their clothes off, with absolutely no modesty at all. I had been expecting it, but I was still a little bit of a prude as I'd had very little experience with being naked around others other then in gym locker room, and certainly not around women. I just couldn't bring myself to take off my shorts, and turned red when some of the others smiled at me. No one gave me a hard time about it though. One thing I had noticed right away was there were no fat Were's, the change burns up lots of calories and our metabolism is many times faster than a humans, its one reason why we heal so quickly. It's also one reason we're so hungry after a 'shift'. It's not really so much magic as just a different physiology. But I couldn't help but stare at the females; I mean, how could I not? They were all lithe and trim, and damn good looking. And they outnumbered the males by about three to one. There was Laura; who was the youngest, an older rather voluptuous large breasted woman named Patty who I really liked-and she'd already made her own interest in me evident, and another quiet woman named Ellen. The rest were married and/or mated, so off bounds unless invited with the agreement of both partners. We're a lot more casual about sex, both in human or Were forms, but we do have a strict protocol in that area. There are seldom fights over mates as the females pick the males, so they'd better behave or no nooky. That doesn't mean the females don't prefer the larger stronger males though, they do, its instinct. But a smaller, smarter, more successful male gets just as much attention as well.

As we moved out into the clearing some were already changing, I could see, but mostly smell it. Some changed slower as they relished the feeling, others changed faster to get it over with. At first most took on their human/wolf hybrid forms. My own change was so fast it took the others by surprise; I only have one speed, fast and quick. And it didn't hurt anymore, I welcomed the feeling of becoming something else, something more natural and feral, yet still intelligent. I could feel the joy of my bestial half; and it was my own joy as well, as I 'let it out to play'. The fur pushed out and spread over my body like a rippling wave of black ink, and I shut my eyes from some discomfort as my head flowed into its new shape, fangs pushing out of lengthening jaws. The first time I'd changed I'd lost all my fillings and a crown, and my teeth are perfect now. Weres don't go to the dentist, we don't have to. My body expanded with pops and cracks as bones and muscle took on new shapes and I was pulled into a crouching stance balancing on the pads of my hind paws as my stance became digitigrades, and it was over. I took a deep breath, and throwing back my head howled in delight, adding my own call to the cacophony of others as we paid homage to the rising moon. My deeper howl provided a nice base to their shriller ones. Then I stopped and looked at my fellow Were's, who were all staring at me with expression running from interest to outright fear, and lust from more than one female. And smelling the females I felt my own lust, burning and intense. Most males had erections as a result of changing, but no one was embarrassed, it goes with the territory. And I was no exception, my cock was rock hard and rampant.

My shorts had shredded during the change, but my nudity didn't bother me anymore then a real wolfs would bother it. But there was also human appreciation for attractive females, and to me they were all beautiful. Lazarus was an impressive male, large with black fur, but I was almost twice his size. In fact I loomed over all the other Weres and could tell I intimidated them from my sheer size more than anything else. But when I submitted to Lazarus as the Alpha the others all relaxed somewhat. I approached him subserviently and licked his muzzle, and he accepted me as a Beta male. I had no doubt I could take over if I wanted, but that as the farthest thing from my mind. I had NO desire to lead a pack, and was perfectly content to take whatever position they wanted me to. No ambition in this wolf. I was just overjoyed to not be alone anymore, to be with others who would not see me as a freak and monster. And once my status was settled Lazarus lead us in a pack howl as we wove our calls into a symphony of joy, freedom, and comradeship. A loud coughing roar joined in once from some distance away, and we knew Tanya was on the prowl.

Then it was time to hunt, we were hungry! The three foxes and the dingo took off on their own, leaving us wolves to ourselves. They were smaller and would most likely be after rabbits or other smaller prey. We, however, would not be satisfied with such. All the others took on their full animal forms, dropping to all fours. I felt rather left out in that respect; envious of their pure natural forms, but was able to go on all fours in my current form; at least enough to keep up fairly well, though they could probably outrun me at a full flat out sprint. I looked kind of clumsy running on all fours, but it was an illusion, I was agile and deadly quick. We ended up breaking up into two smaller packs, and I followed the smaller group. We were perfectly silent as we ran and bounded through the woods, I followed the others as they knew the territory and were experienced hunters. I certainly had the instincts, but still had a lot to learn. The leader; the female named Patty, found a scent trail, and after letting us all get a good sniff she led the pursuit. It didn't take very long; the poor deer never had a chance though it did lead us on a good chase. It was a large doe and Patty and Laura brought it down, and it didn't suffer for long. They let out a victory howl, and we settled down to feed. There was some good natured squabbling, and I ended up with a rear leg and most of a haunch, and settled down at the base of my tree to eat. I peeled off most of the hide and tore large chunks off the legs without chewing much, just swallowing the delicious bloody meat. It was brutal and bloody and would have appalled those with tender sensibilities, but then it didn't bother us as we weren't human. But even as I was cracking the bone for the marrow I knew it wasn't enough. It was a big doe, but there were five of us and we eat a lot. Once only a few scraps remained it was back to the hunt, and howls in the distance announced that our fellow pack members had been successful as well.

We got lucky and ran down two more does almost at the same time when we chanced on a small herd of deer. The others brought down one, and with a huge leap I managed to latch onto another as the rest disappeared into the woods, and broke its neck with a savage shake of my head, its hot blood filling my mouth. It was my first kill, and I almost went entirely feral. It would have been easy to just haul it away and eat it on my own, but in a pack you share. So I came down from my blood high enough to share my kill with the others, but I got the heart, liver, and other goodies. But I saved the liver for Patty, as a courting gift. We had another need to satisfy now, and she'd already let me know she was interested in me as a mate. So she accepted the gift of the liver with a pleased growl, and wolfed it down. Our bellies were full, so we began to pair off and find nice secluded places to be alone with our partners. Some lucky males ended up with two females to 'satisfy'.

Patty led me to a little clearing next to a clear flowing stream, and we both took good long drinks, the water crisp and cool. Then she resumed her beast form, and we gently licked the blood off of one another's muzzles and fur while we ran our hands over one another, touching, exploring, marveling at the beauty of the other. She had lovely dark grey fur with white socks on her legs and a 'mask' around her eyes. I was pure cobalt black, so black it almost looked metallic blue in some light, and I could blend into the shadows with ease. She had the eyes of a wolf, but they were blue, the same color as in her human form, but my eyes were different. The yellow pupils were more like a cat, vertical with an almost luminescent green glow to them. And I was much larger then her, but we managed. I buried my nose in her pelt, she smelled wonderful, so sweet and wild.

Patty was intrigued by the newest member of the pack. He was definitely not an average Were; if there was any such thing. Like humans Lycans came in all shapes, sizes, and colors. Despite the power she could scent; and sense, in him he appeared to be fairly gentle and non-aggressive despite his impressive size, which appealed to her. The fact he had no tail was a little weird, and his head was much larger to match his body size. He radiated a feral strength the wolf in her found extremely attractive, and exciting. She was large for a human woman; and thus large for a Werewolf as well, which tended to intimidate many males. She had no real trouble finding lovers in her Were form, that wasn't the problem, it was afterwards. They liked to hump her when she was down on all fours or as a beast, but as soon as they took on their human form again it was 'thanks for the lovely mating, see you next full moon'. She was sick of that, not that she didn't enjoy the mating; she did as by their very nature Were's were extremely sexual creatures, but she wanted more. She wanted a permanent mate, someone to live with in both human and Were forms. She ran her claws through the hulking male's fur, taking in the scent of his powerful musk. He was huge, everywhere! But she was a big lady, and was confident she could handle him. Which she started to do by fondling his balls, and licked her fangs when he gave a deep groan of pleasure. As his penis slid from its sheath her eyes widened, he was huge EVERYwhere! She had a feeling she was in for one heck of a night. How nice! Growling softly she started to lick his impressive shaft.

As a man I'd had shit for luck with women, but since my change that had changed. First had been Madam Marian who had given both myself, and the beast inside, what we so desperately needed, and in doing so brought us together into one being. That incredibly beautiful woman had taken away the terror and pain and replaced it with wonder and growing joy. I knew she was a practitioner of demonology and the black arts, but I didn't care. She had accepted the monster I'd first seen myself as being as something beautiful, not something to be scared of, which had gone a long way towards helping me accept what I'd become myself. I could never repay her for that. And now this feral female was touching me in the most intimate ways, my shyness long gone to be replaced by an intense growing lust that made my knees feel weak. She was warm and soft and I loved her scent and the feel of her fur as I ran my fingers and nose through it, fondling and hefting her full firm breasts with their light coating of white downy fur. As she squeezed and caressed my balls it was sheer heaven, the rough palms of her hands cupping my balls one at a time, and as my penis started to slide from my sheath as it lengthened and stiffened I gave a yelp and whined as her warm wet tongue began to caress and lick it, the feeling making my cock ache and throb under that wonderful touch.

Patty ran her tongue up and down his impressive shaft, curling around it and stroking while he shuddered and whined almost as if he was in pain, but she knew pleasure when she heard it. In this form his penis had both canine and human features. The shape was more human, but he had a knot in the usual place and a sheath like any other wolf. His scrotum was covered in fur, but his balls hung side by side instead of inline. She could feel the heat his balls and cock radiated like a sun, and with a slurp licked a large drop of pre off the head of his erection as it formed. Mmmm, he was sweet and salty. Her own arousal was so intense now she could hardly stand it, the scent and sight of his maleness had left her own sex wet and quivering with desire, and she wanted him IN her! She gave his rampant erection another long slow lick, and then pulled away, gave his muzzle a quick lick, backed away, and turning around dropped to all fours and presented herself to him. She closed her eyes and squealed as she felt his hot breath on her rump, and felt a long wet tongue lick over her pussy, and then slide into her sex. And what that tongue did to her for the next several minutes, oh God! She had never been tongue fucked like that before! Not even in her dreams. She growled and whimpered, oh, oh, that felt absolutely divine!

I stood with my head thrown back grunting and whining in pleasure as she licked and sucked me for quite some time, her own somewhat muffled growls and yips telling me she was enjoying herself immensely, and boy was I enjoying it! But I was partly relieved when she finally stopped as I was nearing my release, and didn't want to cum yet. As she pulled away I lowered my head and she licked my muzzle and I licked hers, then she backed way, and turning away from me she dropped to all fours and offered herself to me, my eyes riveted on the glistening wet lips of her sex. With a lust filled growl I crouched down and took a deep breath of her sex, the scent of her pheromones making me almost giddy, and then gently licked her pussy with a long slow lick before sliding my tongue inside. She squealed and pushed back against my muzzle as I 'ate' her with loud hungry slurps, my tongue exploring every inch of her wonderful sex, sliding out every now and then to caress and rub the large knob of her clitoris while she gyrated her hips and grunted and yelped in pleasure and I gave soft contented growls of my own. The slick feel and taste of her sex against my tongue and lips was incredible. When she started growling demandingly I knew she was ready for me.

When his tongue finally slid from her well lubed sex for the last time Patty braced herself as the large male positioned himself to mount her, whimpering in anticipation. She held her tail up and to one side to make it easier for him, and when she felt the head of his penis pushing against the lips of her sex she gave a deep growl of lust, and then let out a loud yelp of pain, but even more of pleasure, as he suddenly lunged into her as he mounted her. His first thrust penetrated only a couple of inches as her lips spread to swallow his head, but as he lunged again and again he slid deeper into her with each powerful thrust and she dug her hands into the dirt, her eyes clenched shut as she tried not to scream from the agonizing ecstasy, God he was big, her jaws tightly shut in a silent snarl as muffled whimpers escaped through her fangs. No male had ever given her such pain, or pleasure before, and she could feel her pussy stretching wider and wider to accommodate the male's huge erection, and she felt like she was being split in half. But finally he began to slide in and out smoothly as his pre and her juices helped to lubricate them even more, and the pain became less with each thrust until only incredible pleasure remained and she gave a deep moaning squeal of sexual bliss. She realized with amazement that he still hadn't hilted as he pushed even deeper into her, and she gave a guttural yowl when she felt his knot pushing against the lips of her sex. He thrust once, then again stronger, then with a loud snarl he lunged into her and she felt his knot slip inside her pussy and gave a howl of sheer ecstasy as her lips sealed him in and they tied. And he finally hilted as he thrust another three inches into her. Then he paused as if savoring the moment and taking a short rest, then with a deep rumbling growl he started fucking her with rapid powerful thrusts, and she went berserk.

With a final slurp I pulled my tongue from Patty's sweet juicy sex, and she whimpered her need as she thrust her hindquarters towards me. I stood up and crouched over her, and getting the angle right pressed the head of my cock against her pussy, and watched as her lips spread for me as I pushed into her. She was slick, but very tight, so I began to hump and lunge into her as hard as I could and she slowly spread and opened for me swallowing me inch by inch. The feel of her hot wet sex slowly swallowing me was wonderful, and I grunted and growled in pleasure as more and more of me disappeared into her embracing sex. She was strangely quiet for awhile; giving only soft whimpers and squeals, as I forced my way deeper and deeper into her until my knot was pushing against her pussy lips, and God she was so tight. It took me several more powerful thrusts, but finally my knot slipped into her and she arched herself and gave an ear shattering yowl as I felt her vaginal muscles clamp down on my shaft. I thrust a few more times, hilted, and after enjoying the intense feeling for a short while, with a guttural grunt started fucking her as hard and as fast as I could. And like the beast she was; more animal then human, she snarled, trying to turn her head to bite and tear at me with fangs and claws as she shrieked and howled in pleasure. But I dug my hands into her waist and held on, staring up at the bright full moon as I felt its power flowing through us; its children, and as I climaxed I threw back my head and howled at the sheer excruciating release that was so intense it was almost; but not quite, agony, and exploded deep inside of her, my cock pulsing and throbbing as I filled her with my cum.

Patty shrieked and howled as he serviced her, his weight and incredible strength keeping her pinned easily. She'd never know such pleasure, it was almost unbearable, and even as she wanted it to last forever she fought him, snapping her jaws and snarling, but he never slowed down, never missed a stroke no matter how desperate her struggles. Towards the end he grew silent, and turning her head even as she squealed in ecstasy she saw his gaze was fixed on the moon, and drawn by it her eyes also found that bright glowing orb and she found herself drawn into it as she felt its power course through her body, and the pleasure increased tenfold as she gave herself over to it, and when they climaxed at the exact same moment as she felt his hot cum pouring into her she lifted her muzzle and her own howl of agonizing ecstasy joined with his, the moon reflected in their eyes.

As the two Werewolves shuddered in mutual ecstasy they did not realize they had an observer. Tanya watched from a thick stand of saplings and secondary growth from a short way downwind. She had been drawn by the sounds and scents of the two lovers and had watched mesmerized as they had mated. She had seen other matings of course, but the sheer intensity of this one was electrifying. Such pleasure, such...love. As they finished she turned away and left as silently as she had come, keeping to the lower stream bed so as not to disturb them. She gave a soft sad sigh as she padded softly along. She was glad for them, but also jealous. She had never met another of her kind, had never mated before. The male wolves had shown no interest in her, and she hadn't tried to push herself on any of them even in human form. She knew she intimidated them, and accepted it. But they were her friends and had made her welcome otherwise, and she valued that acceptance. As she crossed a fresh trail about a mile downstream she paused, then went back over the scent carefully. Finally, with a low rumbling growl barely audible coming from deep in her throat, she began to track the scent trail as it didn't belong here. It was human, less than an hour old.

I leaned over Patty's back and licked her ears tenderly, and she whimpered in pleasure as our first sexual high faded. I tried to dismount, but her pussy held me firmly and she gave a playful little growl. I pulled again, and she clamped harder and gave a deeper more demanding growl. With a happy snarl I started thrusting again, and she howled in sheer delight. I threw my head back gasping, I had never known such pleasure.

I serviced Patty three more times before she; and I, were satisfied. And finally with a loud wet pop she let my cock slide from her pussy, followed by a large amount of frothy cum and other juices. Then she rolled on her back in the tall grass yipping and yelping contentedly while I slaked my raging thirst in the stream. But we both froze; our ears flicking to attention, when we heard a sound from somewhere downstream, and there was no mistaking the crack of a high powered rifle in the still night air. As we strained our senses another shot came, echoed by a faint roar. With a loud growl I leapt across the stream and headed for the source of the sounds, Patty close behind, as questioning howls began to fill the night around us.

Tanya stalked the human carefully; it hadn't taken her very long to catch up with him once she'd crossed his scent trail as he was moving slowly. But he was cautious, and moved with the ease and experience of a seasoned hunter, so respectfully she didn't get too close to start with. For now she merely kept an eye on him. She grimaced every time she heard howls of lust in the distance, the man pausing and crouching warily. Somehow she knew that he knew those weren't coyotes, but what worried her more was he didn't seem to be surprised, or worried. Most hunters out after a deer or antelope would have turned and left at the sound of wolves since there weren't supposed to be any in these parts anymore. That meant one of two things, he was stupid, or he wasn't hunting deer. She had a feeling it was the later. But; to her advantage, he probably wasn't expecting a tiger. Despite their size tigers are among the stealthiest and quietist stalkers in the animal kingdom, and Tanya was no exception.

She paused and went to ground; blending in perfectly with the shadows thrown by the full moon, while the man cautiously approached the edge of a clearing, and kneeling raised his rifle and looked through what she recognized as a night vision scope. This guy was no amateur. He panned it from side to side, and then suddenly froze, and her eyes blinked from the bright muzzle flash as he fired. She heard a yipping scream of pain from the other side of the clearing, and with a loud roar she attacked, bursting from the bushes like Hell incarnate. To his credit the man responded instantly, and spinning around brought his rifle up and got off another shot before he died rather abruptly and violently as her jaws clamped down on his shoulder crushing it, and her hind claws disemboweled him with one brutal slash. He didn't even have time to scream before massive shock caused his heart to stop beating, the spray of blood from severed arteries drenching Tanya with his blood.

Patty and I were the first to arrive on the scene, the scent of hot fresh blood guiding us like a beacon. We ran easily through the woods, the moonlight provided more than enough light to see by for both of us. I had already found that I can see even in a total absence of light as I have a kind of built-in infra-red vision that sees even the smallest variations in ambient background temperatures, so the dark is no barrier to me, a gift from the demonic origins of my other 'half'. When we reached the grisly scene Tanya still had the man gripped in her jaws and was worrying his body with deep growls, shaking him like a dog shakes a rat. I stayed back, being careful not to get too close, but Patty took off across the clearing when we heard yelps of pain. A short time later Lazarus arrived, the wolves with him fanning out and disappearing into the woods around us. It hadn't occurred to me there might be more than one, but it had to Lazarus. That was why he was the Alpha, he was not only big and strong, he was smart and a natural born leader.

Tanya was still tearing at the very dead man, she seemed to be dazed, and Lazarus took on his beast form and approached her cautiously.

"Tanya, Lazarus said, he's dead, you can let him go now."

Tanya dropped the ravaged body, and took on her own beast form. Even in the dim light I could see she was drenched in blood, and with a start saw; and scented, that some was her own. The man had been a good shot and kept his cool right to the very end, and had hit the attacking tiger in the shoulder. It might have disabled a normal tiger, but Tanya was not a normal tiger, but it was still a bad wound.

"He, he shot somebody, Tanya said in a deep rumbling scared voice, I heard them scream. I, I, oh my God, I killed him! I, I, he..."

"The bastard shot Cody in the back, Lazarus growled, but he'll be OK. But we need to get back to the house, get that wound looked at. Hopefully he was just using regular ammo. The round that hit Cody went right through, but the one that hit you might still be in the wound. If it is we have to get it out."

Cody was the male fox, a little happy faced older man with a similar happy faced little mate. I was relieved to hear he would be OK as I liked him. Tanya was locked into her beast or animal forms until morning; as were all of us, but that was good as in her beast form she would heal faster, and leaning on me for support; I was about the only one big and strong enough for her to do that, we headed for the jeeps. Most of the others had spread out to search the grounds, so Patty and I were the only ones left except for Tanya and Lazarus. Lazarus took on his beast form as well, and as he drove Patty helped Tanya to sit up in the back of the jeep, and I ran alongside.

As we neared the house the Werewolf named Cole loped by in his beast form; and to my surprise he was carrying a nasty looking rifle with a scope and had a bandolier of ammo slung over his shoulder. He looked like a lupine bandito. He was the Viet Nam vet and had struck me as being just a little bit 'permanently baffled', but he looked deadly and competent as he passed us.

"Lazarus! I barked, what's with Cole and the heavy weaponry?"

"He's our long range edge, Lazarus called back, he was a sniper in Viet Nam, and he can shoot the balls off a gnat at 1000 yards. Sometimes we can't get close enough for our natural weapons! That's a big disadvantage when the other side has guns."

Made sense I guess, I thought as I kept following the jeep. When we reached the main house I was surprised to see some other Weres packing some very nasty heat, the mated pair with the cubs were both carrying what looked like genuine Uzi's, and the Dingo had an old bolt action mauser with a scope and he was up on the second floor balcony taking a look around with high powered binoculars. Then I ducked as something large flew over and landed with a loud screech just as the jeep came to a halt.

"Hi Vinny, you're just in time for the fun." Lazarus called, as he helped Tanya out of the jeep.

A large bat folded his wings, and with a blur took on his beast form, and we both stared at each other until he finally said,

"Lazarus, who, what, is that? And what the Hell is going on!?"

"That is Tom, our newest pack member, Tom, this is Vinny, our bat."

"Is he, a, uh, Vampire?" I asked.

"Oh HELL no, Vinny said, I am a Flying Fox, thank you very much, I am NOT a blood drinking fiend. I mean, really!"

"Euuur, sorry." I growled.

"Vinny, Lazarus asked, could you take a look around for us? We ran into a little trouble with a, um, now ex-poacher."

"Sure, no prob, Vinny replied, and shifted to his animal form again. With a high pitched squeak he flapped his huge wings and took off, his dark colored brown and black body hard to see even with night vision. He swooped around the house and disappeared.

"What's his problem?" I asked as we helped Tanya into the ranch's amazingly well equipped dispensary.

"Vinny? Oh, he's OK, just a little uptight, Lazarus replied. He really takes offense at being mistaken for a vampire bat, though his appearance does fit the stereotype."

"Is he really a Flying Fox?" I asked.

"Oh yes, Flying Fox, Fruit Bat, whatever, he's the real deal. He was down it Australia on vacation, got bit by a bat, and two days after he got home, surprise! He spent his first few nights as a bat tearing up Orange trees."

"How the heck does somebody get bit by a Fruit Bat?" I asked.

"I don't know, but Vinny managed it somehow." Lazarus chuckled.

Weirder and weirder I thought, as we helped Tanya up onto the exam table. Worriedly I licked her shoulder wound, and she murred in appreciation.

As we got Tanya as comfortable as we could Patty came bounding into the room. She's a veterinarian, and even though her handling of her medical instruments was a little hampered by her hands pads and claws she obviously knew what she was doing. She told me to 'keep licking, it helps' while she got out her gear. Then she cleaned the wound and told Tanya 'this might hurt a little', and probed the wound for a minute while Tanya hissed a little, her ears back. I looked a Tanya's impressive fangs, and the way her claws were digging into the steel surface of the table like it was tin foil, and was glad I wasn't the one sticking a probe in her open wound. I had no doubt she could make mincemeat out of a wolf without much trouble. I didn't hold her down though, I knew she'd resent that. Patty gave a snarl of success, and held up the bloody probe with a deformed bullet clasped in it.

"Hollow point, nasty!" She said, and then let it drop with a clink in a pan. Then she expertly cleaned the wound and put a bandage on it. No stitches, not necessary with us. It would be completely healed in an hour or two. As she was finishing up Tanya leaned over and rubbed muzzles with her, purring softly.

"Thank you." Tanya rumbled.

"My pleasure." Patty replied, licking the tigress's muzzle.

Lazarus was looking at the bullet, which he had washed off in a sink. "The jerk notched it too, we're lucky it didn't do more damage. It would have blown the arm off a human. At least it's not silver though."

"Is that true about silver bullets?" I asked curiously.

"Well, yes and no, Patty said. The problem with silver bullets is not that the kill us right away; they don't make us rot or any of that Hollywood crap, but we do have an intolerance for that metal for some reason, and if the bullet remains in a wound it won't heal as fast and will always cause problems as long as the bullet remains in the wound. Once it's out though we heal right up like usual. But enough regular bullets can kill us just as dead though."

Then the foxes came in helping Cody, they'd taken longer as they had been farther away from the jeeps. Tina, Cody's mate, was frantic, yelping and yipping until Lazarus had to chase her away so Patty could work on Cody's wound. It was nasty, but the bullet had passed right through, so not much she could do. She made him comfortable before letting Tina back in, and she cuddled up next to her mate whimpering while he licked her ears and muzzle.

"I'll be OK foxy, Cody said, it would a lot take more than that to kill this old fox."

"Good thing he's a Were, Patty said, a human would have bled out and been dead in a couple of minutes. As it is he'll be laid up for at least a day due to the internal damage.

As we left the dispensary Patty gave me a lick, and left to join the search parties, and I started to follow, but Lazarus grabbed my arm causing me to give a startled growl, and said,

"Please wait here, we need someone to keep an eye on Cody and Tanya. And no offense, but you're so damn big you'd really stand out. Plus in our animal forms it's easier for us to move around undetected."

I growled again, I didn't like it, but I understood. "Sure." I said. Besides, he was the Alpha, what he said goes.

He nodded in thanks, and as he left he fell onto all fours and loped away into the night and was gone in seconds.

I looked up at the Dingo and barked, "If you see anything, let me know!"

"Will do mate!" he called back without taking his eyes from the binoculars. Somehow I got the impression he'd see anything long before it saw him.

As I entered the house again Tanya came walking into the room. She looked pretty haggard, the fur on her shoulder and chest mussed up and covered in dried blood. She gave a weary grin, no fangs, and said.

"I must look like shit."

No, you don't, I thought as I looked at her beautiful body. Her large firm fur covered breasts didn't convey a sense of feminism so much as deadly beauty, coiled and ready to strike in a second. But she was indeed beautiful in every sense of the word, both as a female and tigress.

"Think I'll sit down for a bit." She said, and let her large lithe body flop down into a huge old easy chair with a growl of sheer delight. "Yessss, much better!" she murred.

"Can I, um, get you anything?" I asked.

"You know, some water would be fantastic." She said.

"Be right back." I replied.

"I'll be here." She said, leaning back with her eyes closed.

I couldn't help but take a closer look and sniff as I walked past, and as I did her tail brushed my leg, by accident or not I don't know.

As I entered the dispensary Tina looked up, a snarl on her vulpine muzzle until she saw who it was.

"Hi Tina, hi Cody, I growled, do you know where they keep the bottled water?" I just could see myself bringing Tanya a bowl of water.

Tina replied, "In the kitchen, it's down the hall to the left, just follow the smell. Oh, and Tom, is it true Tanya killed the hunter?"

"Oh yeah, I replied, very much so."

"Good!" Snarled Tina, and there was no doubt she wasn't human, and I don't just mean just from her physical form. I felt no compassion or sympathy for hunter either, he had attacked the pack and paid the price.

I quickly found a two liter bottle of spring water, and took it back to the main lounge. Tanya had pulled the bandage off; bad kitty, and was licking her wound with her broad rough tongue and cleaning her fur. She purred in thanks as I handed her the bottle, and while she drank it in one big draft I crouched down and started licking her wound again and helped her clean her fur and groom, it was an instinctive thing. She set down the bottle with a satisfied smack of her lips.

"Emmm, that was good, hit the spot! Thank you Tom."

I didn't answer, just kept licking her wound which was already well on its way to healing, but still looked nasty and inflamed. She purred as I ran my tongue over her breasts leaving them clean and moist, her nipples hardening under the touch of my tongue.

"Emm, mrrrrr, mmrrrrrr, mrrowwll, don't stop Tom, Tanya said sleepily, that feels so good, please don't stop."

I kept licking her wound and chest until she fell asleep, her mouth slightly open as she panted slowly. By the time I stopped the wound looked a lot better and most of the blood was gone. I gave final lick, enjoying her taste and scent, and gave her muzzle a gentle lick. She murrred a little in her sleep, but didn't wake up. Then I left, and going outside I looked around, then with a bound joined the Dingo on the balcony. He didn't even flinch when I landed beside him.

"How are Tanya and Cody?" he asked.

"They're fine, I replied, you see anything of interest?"

"Not much other than a couple of bunnies fucking their brains out, but no bad guys or signs of them." The Dingo replied. "Don't mean much though, if they don't want to be seen chances are they won't."

I looked at him and it was obvious he wasn't a wolf, his fur was much shorter and light brown with a black muzzle, and he was taller and leaner. But his claws and fangs were just as intimidating. He might be a dog, but he was one big mean one. He lowered the binoculars and looked at me, his tongue lolling in the warm night air.

"Sorry, I said, didn't mean to stare."

"That's OK mate, he replied, I know I'm not your average canine Were. So far as I know I'm the only Dingo Lyacn not mucking about down under. I must say you're not exactly the normal Werewolf type either."

"Frankly no one knows what I am for sure, I sure as Hell don't." I replied.

"Well, old Lazarus is about a good an Alpha as you could want, the Dingo said, you'll fit right in with our happy little band. Name's Rufus by the way."

About then I heard the soft flapping of wings and a second later heard something scrabbling on the roof, and a voice said 'damn tiles!' as a couple slid tiles slid off and crashed to the ground below. I was just about to lean over the balcony and look up when Vinny suddenly swung down from the overhang, and grasping the edge in his long toes hung upside down and said,

"Hi there!" And folded his huge wings around him with a soft rustle.

Rufus had jumped back with a yelp of surprise, and I almost fell over the railing.

"Stone the Crows you big Berk!" Rufus snarled, you scared the crap out of me!

Me too, I thought, as I pulled myself back over the edge of the railing with a growl.

"Sorry, Vinny said, sounding anything but, and asked, Lazarus around? I spotted a SUV out on the county road. No one around, but I didn't land and snoop around or anything."

Using his long wing claws and toes Vinny hopped and climbed down onto the balcony. I could understand why he hadn't landed, bats are not very agile on the ground, and he would have been at a big disadvantage if he'd run into trouble.

"No, I said, Lazarus is out checking on things. I think he headed for the big clearing."

"Well, Vinny said, I'm not looking for him. I'm tired, need to rest. Hope there's some bananas or something in the kitchen. See you guys later." And he hopped/walked through one of the balcony doors.

Banana's!, I thought, and Rufus must have had the same thought as we both stuck out or tongues and made grossed out noises at the same time, which caused us both to break out into barking laughter a second later.

"I know where I'd like to stick a banana, I said.

"Ah, c'mon mate, Vinny's not that bad, just a bit bonkers, Rufus said. He had a rough time of it before he hooked up with us. Some vampires gave him a really hard time, practically killed the poor bloke. Those blood suckers can be real sadistic assholes. They kept him as a 'pet' for a few years until he finally got away, seems the vampiress's used him as a sex slave since he's so well, um, endowed, just like most natural Flying Foxes. They wouldn't let him take on his human form and kept him in a cage. It kind of messed him up."

Geez, I thought. Well, I'd like to see someone try and keep ME in a cage. About then a few of the Werewolves got back from patrol, so I went back downstairs to see what was going on, after promising to send someone to relieve Rufus.

As I entered the main lounge Tanya had woken up and was eyeing Vinny with evident dislike. The bat had hopped up on a chair and was stuffing bananas and apples into his mouth and chittering happily while he made a big mess. Laura was standing behind the chair and rubbing his shoulders, which he seemed to enjoy very much. Eyuck, I thought.

As I came back from checking on Cody Lazarus and several other wolves had arrived and were standing in a group talking. Lazarus was about to send someone to check out the SUV when Cole showed up, he still had his rifle and ammo and had found an old bonnie hat somewhere.

"Don't bother, Cole said, I already scoped it out."

"And????" Lazarus growled.

"And nothing, zip, nada, zilch, Cole replied. No ID, no registration, no nothing. Guy was clean, both his body and the SUV. SUV was rented, but had the wrong plates on it."

"Damn it to Hell! Lazarus snarled, he must have been looking for us, otherwise why sanitize himself like that?"

"Sanitize?" I asked.

Cole said, "Means no way to identify him, no way to trace him back to where he came from, or who he was working for."

"What about his weapons?" Lazarus asked.

"Older 30/06, well maintained, nice night scope, Cole replied, also had a Browning 9mm I got the impression he was just snooping, if he'd been serious he'd have had something with a little more 'ompf' and silver bullets."

"Any radios?" Lazarus asked.

"Nope, said Cole, just a cellphone, but it was a cheap one, no way to get any bars way out here. No record of any calls, to or from it, either."

"Well, that's a break at least." Lazarus muttered. Most likely he was just scouting the area and lucked into our little retreat. Still, we need to assume our cover has been blown and he reported to someone, or they knew the area he'd be checking out. So we need to go to ground for awhile, keep an eye on the place from a distance, and see if they move on it. When he goes missing they'll know he must have stumbled onto something."

That last announcement brought a chorus of growls and moans. It meant the pack had to scatter and hide for awhile, even changing at home and having to stay indoors, which was hard to do. It would make for some very short tempers. Since there was no records kept as to who was in the pack, or even who owned the ranch, there was a good chance we were still safe even if the ranch was compromised. We'd have to wait until morning though, it's hard to drive a car when you're in beast form, we're just not built for it. Besides, someone would be bound to notice a driver covered in fur with a muzzle full of fangs.

"Cole, Lazarus said, you take care of the truck. I'll take care of the body and his personal belongings. The rest of you police the place and gather up anything that might be of use to the hunters. First light we get the Hell out of here, but not by the same route."

No one slept the rest of that night, not that we would have anyway. On the nights of the moon we 'stay up late' and sleep all day. We went on more patrols, and I learned the area fairly well by going along on a couple. By morning Tanya was good as new, and Cody was much better, so we loaded up and left at irregular intervals and by different routes. Before we left Patty slipped me her number and gave me a nice ear lick, and I growled softly as I put the card in my wallet. Turns out her Vet office wasn't all that far from where I lived, and I would most definitely be giving her a call, soon. I was a little worried about the next couple of nights, but Lazarus solved that problem. He pulled me to the side, and said,

"Would you be willing to hang around for a couple of more days? Help me and Cole keep an eye on the place? We have some blinds set up so we can observe the buildings and approaches without being seen, plus monitors. By Monday I'll have some of the others relieve us. If nothing shows up for a week we're probably safe."

"Sure, I replied, flattered, I don't have to be back at work until Tuesday anyway, so got nothing else to do."

"Sorry your 'vacation' was so short." Lazarus said ruefully.

"It's OK, I said, it's certainly not your fault. I still have a lot to learn to."

Unnoticed by us Tanya had crept up and been eavesdropping. Damn that tigress can move quietly, even in human form. We didn't notice her until she said,

"I'm staying too."

"You sure?" Lazarus asked.

"Yes, Tanya replied, that bastard shot a friend of mine, AND me, so I've got a bone to pick with whomever he might have been working for. I don't like being messed with, and I especially don't like it when my friends are messed with."

As she said that for a split second her eyes became those of the beast, and I shuddered as she ran her tongue over teeth that had suddenly become very sharp. I would NOT want her to 'have a bone to pick' with me, because it would probably be one of my own bones.

So it was agreed. Lazarus, Cole, Tanya, and I would stay behind as a 'rear guard' while the rest of the pack dispersed. We'd be relieved Monday afternoon. As soon as everyone got safely home they'd call us, and then report in several times a day so we'd know everyone was still alright. If someone missed a call, and we couldn't contact them, we'd have to assume the worst.

Lazarus had Rufus take his Jaguar; no way was he was going to let Vinny, even though the bat bitched about it. "I wanna drive the Jag, whiiiinnee." As a 'human' Vinny was a skinny kid who reminded me of Pee Wee Herman for some reason, except even taller and more squirrelly. He ended up leaving with Laura in her old Pinto, seems they were an 'item'. No accounting for tastes. Soon everyone had left and only a couple of dirt bikes and three wheelers were left for if we had to make a getaway. If the place was raided the main road would be a no-go, so we had more then one back door.

We moved into an extremely well concealed bunker made from logs and sandbags set into the side of a hill. Even up close you couldn't see the viewing slits. There was another bunker on the other side of the house, both connected by field phones. They weren't exactly comfortable, but they were cooler inside due to the earth covering them. The one I was assigned to had a couple of spotter scopes mounted on stands; one had night vision, that gave up an excellent view of the left side and rear of the house and the main approaches, the other covered the front and right side. It ended up with Tanya and I in one and Lazarus and Cole in the other. Our relief would be the Dingo Rufus and one of the other wolves named Brian. But for now we were all alone, even the caretakers had split. The house looked empty and abandoned, though it was wired with monitors and sensors that could be monitored from the other bunker.

Every so often one of us would take on beast or animal form and do a quick patrol of the area just to make sure no one would sneak in the back door. We had cameras set up to monitor that route too, but never hurt to be sure.

The first day passed without incident. We took a chance and would let one of us go down to the house at a time to double check the cameras and sensors, and get a nice cool bath and snack. We had plenty of munchies in the bunkers, but raw meat wouldn't have kept very well so we made stops at the cooler to bring large chunks of meet back for our fellow watchers. When night came we of course took on our beast forms. Lazarus or Cole made a few random patrols since they could at least pass for local wildlife or stray mutts. Tanya and I stuck to our bunker though as if anyone saw us the game was up. We didn't mind that much though, not at all.

I guess it was inevitable, what with Tanya and I being cooped up in that bunker for so long. I became more and more aware of her scent, feline but definitely female, and mine affected her the same way. Had we been human we might have been able to resist, but we weren't. It happened almost by accident. I was just coming into the bunker, and she was exiting, and we ran into one another in the narrow entrance and I suddenly found her body pressed up close to mine, and with a growl she grabbed me and kissed me, hard. I held back for about a second; and you have no idea how hard that was to do, then kissed her back, growling as well. I didn't care if she was a cat, I wanted her. We held our kiss for a long time as I pushed open her shirt and hiked up her bra so I could fondle those magnificent tits, and her nipples hardened under my touch. She finally pulled away from me, and even as she was starting to change, said,

"Please, oh please, I need you so badly, you don't know what it's been like! Being the only one of my kind, please!"

I was starting to change too, my own much faster than hers. In a deep growling voice thick with lust I asked,

"Are you sure, you're a cat, I'm a wolf."

"I don't care! She growled, fully in her beast form now, I want you, I NEED you!", her eyes almost pleading.

We kissed again, pushing our muzzles against one another's as our tongues licked and explored, her hot moist breath sweet in my mouth. I ran my hands over her striped tawny body, the scent of her growing lust heady and overwhelming, and she gave guttural purrs of pleasure as she ground against my body. I outweighed her by a good two hundred pounds despite her own impressive size, but the sheer coiled strength in her made me realize she'd be a match for me or any opponent, no matter their size. I pulled her all the way into the bunker, and she turned away and dropped to all fours, lifting her tail and mewling her need, foreplay was over, neither of us could wait any longer, not that first time. I accepted that offer, and with a deep snarl of lust I mounted her and she bucked and arched under me as she yowled in pleasure. I held her around her slim muscular waist and fucked her as hard and fast as I could, grunting every time I lunged into her. She was tight, but took me, every inch, knot and all.

Oh God, oh yes! Tanya thought as the males weight settled on her back, and she squalled in pleasure as she felt his huge erection penetrate her and plunge deeper into her eager pussy with each thrust. Oh God, it's been so long! She felt a strange, but very nice sensation, as his knot popped into her tight sex, the feel of that large bump rubbing against her lips and vaginal muscles was something she'd never felt before and she yowled at the incredibly pleasurable sensation. Her only sexual experiences had been a few times with normal men, and they had left her wanting. It hadn't been their fault; they just couldn't satisfy something like her, and she hadn't dared reveal her sercret. And so far any of her advances towards other Weres had been politely rebuffed, she figured it was because she was feline and most Weres, at least they ones she had met, were lupine or canine. But it had left her desperate and wanting; seeing and scenting the others as the mated, at least until now. And oh, oh, it felt sooo good! She yowled again and gave a squeal of ecstasy as he slowed down, then slowly sped up his thrusts again. He was different, she could feel it, and did he have any idea what he was doing to her, what she felt?? She'd never imagined sex could be this enjoyable even in her wildest dreams. Her whole body was tingling, her nipples hard and aching, her fur incredibly sensitive where his own brushed against it, and still he kept on, thrusting powerfully! Oh GOD!

I had a hard time holding onto her, she was extremely 'frisky', bucking and heaving under my thrusts, tail whipping back and forth, her yowls deafening inside the bunker. It was a good thing we were in the bunker too; her cries would have attracted anything interested within miles! And oh what a lover she was, it was the best fuck of my life, as man or beast. I had enjoyed mating with Patty, and while it had been incredibly enjoyable this was, well, totally different. It was much more feral, the beasts in both of us much more in charge and loving it, and I think the fact we were different 'species' added another erotic element to it. She reached behind her with one hand/paw, claws extended to rip and tear if she could reach me, so I leaned forward and bit the back of her neck and she gave a choking sob of pleasure, wrapped her tail around my waist, and then started purring in a deep rumble as I sped up my thrusts until finally; unable to hold back any longer, I climaxed, and screwed my eyes shut and howled through my tightly clenched jaws as I orgasmed, and I nearly passed out from the sheer pleasure of the agonizing ecstasy that set my body on fire, and she gave a screaming roar of her own that kept me thrusting long after I was spent, until her roar slowly faded into a mewl of bliss.

Desperately she tried to throw him off, tried to reach him with her fangs and claws to stop the unbearable ecstasy even though she wanted it, needed it, more then she'd ever needed anything in her life. Every time his hardness slid into her the pleasure increased until she was literally sobbing and crying from the incredible euphoria, she couldn't take any more! When would he stop! She needed to cum, oh, oh, how she needed to cum, but he wouldn't let her! She loved him, she hated him, oh how she loved her mate and the pleasure he was giving her! Please, I need to..., oh please, she roared! Rearing up she reached behind her, swiping with her paw and snarled, and leaning forward he bit the back of her neck and pushed her back into a submissive position and she gasped with her tongue hanging out of her mouth, then started purring in ecstasy as she felt her orgasm building and approaching as he fucked her fast and hard, grunting through the fur and skin in his jaws. He had won, had subdued her and made her his, and she gave herself to him entirely, with no more resistance or hesitation, and when he suddenly howled and his throbbing cock pulsed as it spurted his cum deep into her womb she roared in sheer pure sexual euphoria as he kept lunging into her, and it went on and on, his weight and scent comforting and right, filling her with contentment as their pleasure slowly receded. She knew she'd finally found a lover, and a mate. Someone strong enough to tame her, who could give her what she do desperately needed.

With a soft snarl I let her neck go, and gasped as I dismounted. I found it hard to believe such pleasure was possible, both myself and the beast in awe of our 'lover'. At first she'd fought me, but once she'd given in the pleasure had increased tenfold. I was spent for now, happily and completely spent, but not for long as I knew I'd want her again soon. She stretched and rocked back on her hind legs, and with a growl I wrapped my arms around her and rested my muzzle on her shoulder, my hands wrapped around her chest pressing against her large firm breasts. Still growling I licked her own blunter muzzle, and she kept up that horribly erotic purr. Oh dear, I thought, it looked like I was going to be ready again much sooner than I thought. She knew too as her approving purr became even deeper and louder, and then she moaned as she dropped to all fours again, her tail held high.

Several hours later I lay on my back as Tanya rode me, slowly rocking back and forth on my aching erection. I moaned and squealed, not quite begging, my eyes locked on her grinning muzzle as my hands gripped her waist to help me thrust up to meet her.

"See my love, she purred, I can be in charge too! I'll let you cum when I want, but not before my lovely lobo!"

It was exquisite sexual torment bordering on agony, and I loved every minute of it, what a female! I lay still and let her take over, and reached up and kneaded her breasts, they were so firm they hardly jiggled at all, her large rubbery nipples hard and swollen, and she gave a soft yowl as I squeezed her tits and rubbed those perfect nipples, and leaning up I ran my tongue over them.

"You're trying to make me cum sooner, she scolded in delight. Just for that I'm going to take at least another half hour!"

The 'smile' on her muzzle was almost cruel as the male under her gave a whine that was half pleasure and half pleading. And as she had promised she dragged their coupling out for over another half an hour, and when he became frenzied and desperate she finally let herself go, and he nearly threw her off when he howled and came, and her own orgasm was glorious as she ground down on him gyrating her hips.

I lay on my back gasping, one arm over my eyes, as she finally let me slide free of her demanding sex. Oh wow, I thought, oh wow. I had never felt so, well, used before. But the beast certainly didn't have a problem with it, and neither did I. After all I'd used her too, so fair was fair. And what she could do with that pussy of hers, no pun intended. She'd gone outside to get some fresh air and make a trip to the bushes, so I followed to do the same. As I left I was surprised at how late it had gotten, the night was falling and soon the moon would rise, but we were already in our beast forms. I relived myself, drained a couple of bottles of water, and at a whole jar of beef jerky in two bites. We love the stuff as we need the salt. When she came back we rubbed our muzzles growling softly, and went back into the bunker. I hoped I'd be able to stay awake, full moon or not I was totally worn out, what a female!

She made a run down to the house to take a hot shower, and when she came back she smelled sweet and clean, plus she brought a whole side of beef! It must have weighed as much as her, but she carried it like it was a bag of feathers.

"Thought we might like a little snack." She purred.

"Well, I growled with a leer, I know what I'D like to eat!"

"You're horrible! She giggled, but who knows, maybe later, for desert."

"Promise?" I asked eagerly, and she gave me a swat with her tail, then yanked it back when I tried to grab it. I started to pounce on her, but suddenly the radio squawked into life. I picked it up, and said,

"Repeat that last, didn't catch you."

"I said, Cole said, do you see anything? One of the sensors tripped, but can't see anything on the cameras, or from our angle. Over."

"Roger that, we'll take a look, I replied. Tanya, you see anything through the optics?"

"Grrwwllll, no, not a...wait a sec...what the Hell is THAT?" Tanya replied.

I grabbed the other binoculars and starting scanning the house, and asked, "What are you talking about?"

"There, on the roof next to the chimney, that's not a shadow, is it?" She replied.

It took me a second to find what she was talking about, even with my own bestial form augmented eyesight. 'That' was a darker shadow within the shadow of the chimney thrown by the rising moon. As I watched it suddenly crawled to the edge of the roof, down the wall, and into a window. It looked like a big bat.

"Is that Vinny? I asked, I thought he left with the others."

"No, Tanya said, it's not Vinny, if it's what I think it is we're seriously screwed. Give me the radio."

"Lazarus, this is Tanya, I think we got ourselves a vampire. It landed on the roof and is in the house now."

I heard the radio squeal and squawk, then Lazarus said, "You're right, we got one too. He just landed on the side of the house and went in through the balcony. It's time to split, if there are vampires involved they'll find us eventually if we stick around. Leave the bikes though, they'd just hear them and no way could we outrun them. Go to animal form and just run like Hell, don't stop until daylight. Got it?"

"Roger, we're outta here!" Tanya replied.

"I don't get it, I growled, I thought Weres and Vampires left one another alone."

"Not always, just like people some will sell their services for the right price, Tanya replied. Now come on we need to leave, now. Once they realize the house is empty they'll start looking around the grounds, and the damn things will sniff us out for sure. Our only hope is to get as far away as possible, as fast as possible. Lazarus and Cody are probably safe, they can pass for dogs. We get seen we're hosed though. Since you can't take on full animal form and Tigers are not exactly common in this area the Vamps will know what we are."

"Can't we fight them?" I asked, part of me just hating to tuck my tail and run (even thought I don't have one).

"If we have to, but they're almost impossible to do any real damage to. They heal faster than we do and have ways of fighting we really can't counter very well. The best bet is to tear them up so badly they'll take awhile to recover and give us time to escape. If they try to look you in the eye don't let them, one of their powers is hypnotizing and/or mesmerizing prey. If they get in your mind you'll end up as a slave, or worse."

"What about Holy Water and all that stuff?" I asked as we ran through the woods.

"You got any?" She snarled.

"Good point." I replied.

We almost made it, but as we passed under a larger than normal tree one of the shadows dropped on to Tanya's back, and soon she was rolling and roaring as she fought with something. I moved to help her, only to have something land on my back as well.

I spun around in rage, but it hung on like a tick. It felt cold and slick, and had no real smell other than a faint smell of something long dead, but it sure felt alive to me. It suddenly hissed in my ear,

"Submit little doggy and I won't hurt you!"

"Like HELL!" I howled, and reaching over my shoulders managed to get a grip on it and dragged it off my back and threw it to the ground. I moved to jump on it, but it moved so fast it was standing up a good ten feet away before I even realized it had moved.

"Well, it hissed, you're a strong one, aren't you? Bad dog!"

I looked at it, and even in the bright moonlight it blended into the shadows so well it was incredibly hard to see, even for me. If not for those glowing reddish eyes I doubt I would have seen it unless I already knew it was there. It looked like a large black bat, but instead of fur its skin was black and rubbery looking. Then I remembered what Tanya had said about their eyes, and before I could look away I felt a tingling presence in my mind.

'That's it, I heard/felt in my mind, be a good boy, I won't hurt you. I'll take care of you, you'll be my pet, would you like that pretty doggy? Don't resist, I'll be a good master.'

I shook my head and whimpered, but then somehow managed to break free, "Get OUT of my head!" I roared, and the vampire gave a screech of pain and held its head in its hands and shook it.

While it was distracted I attacked, and leaping forward grabbed it, and picking it up threw it against a tree. It hit with a wet tearing sound, and I stared at it as it writhed, impaled on a branch like a bug. It's eyes suddenly looked more human as it whimpered and gently touched the bloody branch sticking out of its chest, then it looked me in utter terror, and cried,

"NO, please, I don't want to d..." and then exploded in a puff of flame that reminded me of that trick paper magicians use. And a second later there was nothing left except for the bloody branch.

The whole time Tanya had been battling the other Vampire, but it suddenly broke away from her and ran towards me, but then stopped as the first Vampire disintegrated. It gave a screech of what sounded like anguish, "Raul, nooooo!", and with a deep hiss spun and looked at me and I saw it was a female as it was as naked was we were.

"What did you DO?" It screeched, a look of horror on its face, then its glowing eyes narrowed, and it said, "What ARE you? Then they widened again in fear, and she hissed Hellhound!"

With a snarl I started towards it, and with a flap of its wings I saw a brief shadow cross over the moon, and it was gone. With a concerned growl I ran over to Tanya, who was getting up. She made a spitting and hissing noise, and spat out,

"God, that thing tasted foul! Yuck, phooey! What happened, Tom?"

"We kicked their butts, I killed one and the other split."

"You did what?!?" Tanya asked, her muzzle hanging open.

"I stuck him on a tree branch and he went 'poof'." I replied.

"Oh dear, not good, not good, Tanya said, now let's get the Hell out of Dodge before it comes back with more!"

"No argument there." I replied, as we sped away into the dark woods. I'd just as soon avoid a repeat of that nasty little dust up. The thing had scratched my back, and it still burned.

When morning finally came we were many miles away from the ranch, and also out in the middle of nowhere butt naked without anything to wear. So we stayed in our beast forms for awhile until we came to an isolated farm house. While I distracted the dogs by scaring the crap out of them Tanya slipped into the house and found made a phone call, thankfully it turned out there was nobody home. And a few hours later one of the pack picked us up at a nearby rest stop. They stopped, waited till on one else was around, opened the doors to their SUV and; still butt naked, we ran and jumped in the back, and they took off. We found bags with oversize shirts and pants and slipped them on. We hadn't minded waiting, turns out making love to Tanya was almost as good in human form as Were. The driver, a female, giggled when she caught our scents, and Tanya blushed a little bit. But I mean, hey, we were bored and there hadn't been anything else to do!

The driver took us to an old auto junk yard to meet Lazarus and Rufus. Lazarus and Cole had made it out without incident, and wanted to hear what had happened.

After we got comfortable in the old office I told me version of the story, and Tanya told hers. We pretty much corroborated each other, and Lazarus grew grimmer as he listened.

"This, he said, is not good. Hunters are bad enough, but Vampires? Are you sure you killed one?"

"Well, yeah, I mean, he burst into flames and disappeared." I said.

"Damn it!" Lazarus said.

"Well, I said defensively, it was in self defense! I mean, what I supposed to do, let him suck my blood or turn me into a zombie?"

"I'm not blaming you, frankly I'm impressed, Lazarus replied, they're incredibly hard to kill. And they don't feed on us, our blood makes them sick. It's just that they hold a grudge like you wouldn't believe, kill one and the whole clan will come after you. And they won't care what your reason was, all they know is you killed one of them. It's too bad you didn't kill the other one too, then they might not have found out what happened. Now they'll keep looking until they find you, and us, no matter how long it takes."

"What I'd like to know, Rufus asked, is what the bloomin'ell Vamps were doing working for, or with, hunters? I mean, hunters hunt them too, and Vamps usually don't get involved with Weres as they see it as petty and beneath their dignity."

"That, Lazarus said, is the million dollar question. Now the question is, how to do we find out without getting killed?"

The End

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