A Familiar for a Familiar, The Second Hand Suit, Chapter 2
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A Familiar for a Familiar
The Second Hand Suit, Chapter 2
By William W. Kelso
I woke up with a start, surprised I'd slept at all. This was the 'big' day, the day I'd find out if I'd remain a monster, or could be helped. I desperately hoped the Madam Marian; or one of her 'friends', would be able to help me out. It was still several hours before I was supposed to meet her at her house for my appointment, but it seemed like days.
I'm a Werewolf. I know, bullshit, right? Well, I wish it was, but it's very real. All because of a damn wolf skin and head I bought at an antique shop. I'd thought it was a costume, and so it was, but turns out it's one that wears you. I can feel it inside of me wanting out, and it gets out rather or not I want it too three nights a month, the night before, night of, and night after, a full moon. And I change into a monster and run around the countryside eating goats and dogs, at least so far as I know as I don't remember much from when I'm the beast. I do feel the call though, and God it's tempting. It's there all the time; it just gets irresistible on those three nights. Now I was about to find out exactly what kind of Werewolf I was. To my great surprise there are evidently different kinds, and that was almost as big a shock as finding out I was one. I walked around the house trying to do chores, but kept losing my concentration and looking at the damn clock. I even checked the time on my PC, and the clock was right. But finally it was time to go.
Madam Marian looked at the faxed info Vivian had send her again to refresh her memory; then handed it to the handsome casually dressed man sitting across from her.
"Well Lazarus, what do you think? This of any help?"
Lazarus, the Alpha male of the local Were pack, took the folder and flipped through it. He carefully examined one or two pages, then set it down with a disappointed sigh.
"No Marian, I'm afraid it really isn't. I was born a Were; and we have three cursed Were's in the pack, but I have honestly never met; or heard of, one who received the gift in the way our unfortunate friend did. So far as I know those who change themselves by wearing a skin can always take the skin off after they change back to their human form. The fact the skin; a full body one at that, appears to have merged with the wearer is very...unusual, to say the least. And I'm afraid I don't know much about demons, other than to stay clear of them."
"We need to reserve judgment as to whether or not it is a 'gift', Marian said, until we find out more. He certainly seems to think otherwise."
"You are correct, Lazarus replied, but they all think it is a curse at first, that is unless they can learn to control it. Then it's wonderful. And that's the big problem, if he can't control it then he; and I don't say this lightly, may have to be destroyed. A feral Were is dangerous, not just to humans but to fellow Were's as it draws unwanted attention, and as you know there are those that hunt my kind. They do not understand we just want to be left alone. But all it will take is one kill, and they will come looking. We are hard to kill, but it can be done and they are practiced at it. We are not immortal."
"Oh yes, Marian said, I too know what it is like to be prosecuted. I was once almost burned at the stake in 1710, my crime was saving a little girls life with "an evil brewe most foule" according to the judge. I only escaped because of my familiar."
"Ah yes, the indomitable Brutus, Lazarus replied, and speaking of him, where is the noble beast?"
"Oh, he's around, Marian said, you know Were's make him nervous. But if I need him, he will come."
"Well, Lazarus said with another smile, I hope you don't consider little old me a threat?"
"No, not really, Marian replied, but I have seen you in your beast from. So it never hurts to be cautious."
Lazarus just laughed, and replied, "I guess I can't blame you, we can be rather, um, imposing I must admit. Now, may I have some more of that excellent tea?"
They talked a little while longer, and then both looked up, Lazarus first, as a car pulled up in front of Madam Marian's house. Lazarus moved to the window and took a discreet look.
"Doesn't look like much, does he?" he muttered.
"Looks can be deceiving, Marian said, you Were's of all people should know that."
Lazarus gave a little bow, "Too true Madam Marian, too true."
I was about to knock on the door when it opened and I almost knocked Madam Marian on the forehead.
"Sorry, I said, you caught me by surprise!"
I flared my nostrils, she wasn't alone. I knew she had some kind of animal running around that I'd hadn't seen before, but this time there were two scents. Both male, and neither human. Since my 'accident' my sense of smell has become incredible, and it almost drives me crazy sometimes. You have NO idea what a Wal-Mart crammed with sweaty irritated shoppers smells like.
"My apologies Mr. Bradley, said Marian, I did not mean to startle you. Please, come in and be welcome. The gentleman I told you about, the one with a similar...affliction, is anxious to meet you."
I followed her into her 'office', and sitting at the table was a very large, very handsome man. He was handsome in that swarthy kind of way that looks Latin, but isn't. He stood up and gave me a big smile; he had the most perfect teeth I've ever seen, and offered me his hand. I liked; and respected him, right away. I took his hand and he gave me a very firm; VERY firm, handshake, so I gave him an equally firm one in return, and his eyebrows went up.
"Mr. Bradley, this is Lazarus." Marian said, he might be able to be of some help.
"Well, I said, nice to meet you Mr. Lazarus; and I certainly hope you can help me. I do NOT want to be like this."
"Please, just Lazarus, Lazarus said. I hope I can be of some help, but honestly your, um...case is rather odd. Tell me again what happened."
So I told him, about the skin I'd bought; no history on it, how I'd put it on during the night of the full moon a few months ago, and woke up naked in the boondocks with the skin nowhere to be seen, only to find out I was a Werewolf now. That was pretty much it."
"May I see your palm, the one with the pentagram shaped scar?" Lazarus asked.
I held my hand out and he looked at it very closely, and he even sniffed at it and wrinkled his nose.
"That, Lazarus said, is not natural. I will be blunt Mr. Bradley. I can smell the wolf in you, you smell much like myself; or one of my brethren, but there is another smell there, a demonic stink."
I knew what he meant, I could smell him too. He certainly looked human, but I knew he wasn't. But I also detected no animosity, and felt at ease.
"Well, Marian asked, any ideas Lazarus?"
"Frankly, no." Lazarus replied.
I felt my hopes shatter, and he noticed.
"But wait, Lazarus continued, that doesn't mean I can't help, I might be able to. At least make it bearable, teach you to live with it. You need to learn to control it, and if you can do that what started as a curse can be, well, not so bad."
"And how; I asked, do I do that?"
"Well, Lazarus said, I am the Alpha male of the local pack. There are about twenty of us spread out over the metroplex. As with you we have to change the three nights of the full moon, so we get together at a remote location and run together. Having company makes it much more...enjoyable. And there are more females then males, so it would help if you can find a...mate. In addition to hunger the change also causes, well, extreme lust. That is what makes a Were on its own so dangerous, both the physical and sexual hunger can be hard to control on your own."
"You mean I have to get married?" I asked, I wasn't too keen on that idea.
"Not at all, Lazarus chuckled, if you have a mate in your Were form it doesn't mean you have to be together and 'married' in your human forms. We have mated pairs who only get together on those three nights. However, most do end up living together in human form as love usually transcends form. And if you can learn to control it you can also change at will, no matter if it's night or day. Of course that is...risky, but it can also be useful. There are certain rather lucrative employment opportunities for those of our, er, special capabilities."
"Such as?" I asked curiously.
"Well, let me think, Lazarus said. Security for one, we make excellent bodyguards or sentries. Park service is another good job, you'd be surprised how many Rangers and others who spend all that time alone in the middle of nowhere are Were's of some kind. Another, and don't laugh, is Police Dog. We're good at sniffing out drugs or finding lost people, or bodies. In those cases the police officer we're "partnered" with are either another Were, or know what we are. You see, we too perform public service."
"Weellll, I said bemusedly, that's certainly something to, um, think about. I have to admit, you're not exactly what I was expecting."
"You mean you're surprised we don't just run around eating people?" Lazurus said with a sad smile. "The problem is some of us do, usually those who are cursed and cannot find other Were's to help, or refuse to acknowledge their problem and run amuck three nights a month. Those are the ones that give the rest of us a bad name even though they are to be pitied. Those who cannot control the gift are truly cursed."
"So, again I asked, how do I control this...gift?"
"You need to be taught by other Were's, Lazarus said, live with us, let us help you. But if you can't' we can arrange for you to be, um, detained on those three nights every month. You would be bound so you wouldn't be able to hurt anyone else, or yourself. You'd be fed and monitored. It's the only way; we can NOT allow you to remain free on those nights if you have no control. I'm not trying to sound ominous, but surely you can understand why."
"Yes, I replied, I do. I could never live with myself if I killed someone."
"If you do kill someone while you're feral, Lazarus said, then the beast takes total control and you may even change on other nights closer to the full moon. And every time you do you would be satisfied only with human flesh, and/or sex with human females. Those who go feral can only assume a partial lupine form, they remain partly human. And they are more powerful; and harder to kill, then a normal Were. I will tell you right now, if you go feral we will hunt you down and kill you, we'll have no choice. Your existence would be a threat to us all. Do you understand?"
I gave a nervous swallow, and yes, I did believe him, his eyes changed when he said that and I had no doubt he meant exactly what he said.
"Well, I said, let's hope it doesn't come to that."
"Indeed." Lazarus said, not smiling.
"Well, Madam Marian said, I'm glad to see you two are getting along so well. I wasn't sure if two male wolves would. And there is one other who can help in a limited way. She can provide you with a potion that can help give you more control, it has worked before. Hopefully it will in this case. I could make the potion myself, but she has more powerful...um...assistants then I do. Hers would be much stronger, and I think you may need as strong a dose as possible. I will give you her address, she will be expecting you. The potion must be, er...ah tailored to each user, so she'll need to see you before she can prepare it."
"Tell me, I said, I thought you got to be a Werewolf by being bitten by one, so why did it change from wearing a skin. I mean, I know that's another way you're supposed to be able to do it, but why is it inside of me?"
"Hmm, said Lazarus, good question. According to research by our lovely Madam Marian the skin you put on is a something created by a demon named Dis originally, but it wasn't intended to be "reusable". It was supposed to 'die' with the original wearer. And it's not inside of you exactly; it's part of you now, while you live there is no way you can get rid of it. And yes, if one survives being mauled by a Were they too can become one, but it is rare that anyone does survive such an attack as we're usually pretty, um, thorough when we hunt. The main worry would be rape victims as a feral Ware usually doesn't kill them since it sees them as a mate. Since Lycanthropy is transmitted by bodily fluids there is a chance rape victims will become infected. But many people's immune systems are resistant to the so-called 'curse', so it's fairly rare an attack; or rape, survivor changes. I'd say maybe one in a fifty become Were's."
"So, I said, Lycanthropy is a venereal disease?"
Lazaurus gave a tired grin, "Yes, you could say that. At least it isn't airborne and is much harder to 'catch' then say, AIDS or other sexually transmitted diseases. And if your parents are Were's you'll be born as one. But with natural born Were's it's different as we live with it from the start. We don't see it as a curse.
You wouldn't, I thought rather uncivilly. I guess you can get used to anything if you're born with it, like leprosy or two heads.
"OK, I said, so where do we go from here?"
"Well, said Marian, with your consent Lazarus and I would like to try a couple of tests. See how you respond to certain stimulus. It will help him to determine a few things, such as just how strong your form of curse is, and how well you might be able to control it. I must warn you, we must secure you for these tests, for your sake and ours. If you should change, well...we must take precautions."
Lazarus just nodded.
"Well, OK, I said, I guess that wouldn't hurt. When, um, do you want to do these, um, tests?"
"Now would be a good time, Lazarus said. Its two weeks until the next full moon cycle, so the call will be at its lowest. And we're here already, and Madam Marian has...er, adequate facilities for, um, restraining you."
What, I thought, does he mean by 'adequate facilities'. Well, I soon found out. We adjourned to the houses basement and I was rather shocked to find she had an Honest to God; but maybe that was the wrong choice of words, pentagram and sacrificial altar in her basement. Well, she HAD told me she was a Sorceress. And she did have Werewolves for friends, so I guess I shouldn't have been so surprised. Her 'playroom' was a shock as well; it was better equipped than most dungeons I'd seen in old "B" movies. The Marque de Sade would have loved this place. She must have seen the look on my face because she gave a wry smile, and said,
"I have certain, um, fetishes which I use these...toys to satisfy. And the demoness to which I am an acolyte is a sex demoness, and it kind of rubs off on her followers. In fact, if you're interested..??"
"Um, ah, erk, thanks, but no thanks. Maybe some other, uh, time."
"A shame, Madam Marian said, you have a nice body, and your condition could make it, ah...interesting."
I had never been so blatantly propositioned by a strange woman before, and she was mighty strange. But I must admit I was tempted, she was a beautiful woman, and she smelled very...nice. I had a sudden thought of her tied down helplessly while I, uh-uh! Don't go there! Down boy!"
I was rather put out when she asked me to take my clothes off, but she smiled and said,
"Just what you want, as a result of some of the tests you may change, and that would ruin your clothes. We really should have told you to bring a change of clothes. Do not worry; I do not force myself on unwilling partners."
Well, I stripped down to my pants, just couldn't make myself take them off in front of strangers. Besides, if I had a certain, um, reaction I didn't want it to be so obvious. Next we went into another room. It was smaller and door was heavy wood reinforced with steel bands, and it was covered with strange carvings. They gave me goosebumps when I walked near them, and my hair stood on end like a static charge. Lazarus noticed, and said to Marian,
"See how he responds to the wards, definitely demonic influence."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
Madam Marian said "The door is warded to protect against demonkind, the room is a kind of safe room in event of certain, um, events. Here I would be safe from all but the most powerful demonkinds, even the floor, walls, and roof are warded. If you need to be restrained during the nights of the full moon this is one place that would do."
We entered the room, and I stayed as far away from the edges of the door as I could when I walked through it. The only thing in the room was a heavy duty wooden table with leather and metal straps and other tie-downs. There was also a heavy chain and collar bolted to the wall, but that was it. I had a sinking feeling what the table was for, and I was right.
As his Mistress and the two males entered the room Brutus padded down the stairs into the basement in order to keep a watch on his Mistress. He waited in the shadows, just in case. He didn't like the way the one man smelled at all.
Madam Marian had me get up on the table, and then she proceeded to strap me down with metal manacles around my wrists and ankles, and several heavy leather straps across my chest and thighs. They were all adjustable so while they were very tight they weren't really uncomfortable.
"There, Marian said, that should hold you if...things get out of hand. The straps are designed to give some if you change shape, otherwise they might injure you."
Gee, I thought, that's certainly reassuring.
"Now Mr. Bradley, Marian said, I'm going to do something you may find uncomfortable, and I apologize. Please understand I'm trying to arouse the beast in you, not seduce you. Sometimes new Were's lose control if they become sexually aroused."
"What are you,..oh Jesus" I finished as she started taking her clothes off, and I was right, she was beautiful. She just stripped down to her waist, but that was enough. Heeelllooo! I thought. I'm no virgin or a prude, but when she walked over next to me with those magnificent breasts of hers barely jiggling I came to attention in record time, as in rock rampant hard. And I felt the thing inside me stir too, but it behaved itself. I just lay there and stared at those incredible tits and I think I drooled a little bit. It had been a long time since I'd been with a woman, and frankly she blew the few I'd been with out of the water. I decided I just might take her up on her offer later.
"Good, said Lazarus, with your beauty and scent he would have changed if the beast was completely in control."
Madam Marin ran her hand lightly over the bulge in Mr. Bradley's pants and thought, well, too bad, it might have been...interesting. But now that she'd given him a taste, maybe he'd want more later. She'd have fun breaking in a new lover.
"Now it's my turn, Lazarus said. Madam Marian, you might want to stand back." Then he started taking his clothes off!
"What are YOU going to do? I'm not into guys!" I asked nervously.
"I'm going to change, Lazarus replied, and see if the animal part of you reacts to what it might see as a threat. It happens 50% of the time. While you realize you're not in any danger, the beast might not. When one of us changes it can cause a chain reaction in other Were's. It's a survival instinct."
"Um, OK, I guess." I said.
Lazarus finished stripping down to his shorts. He carefully folded his clothes on the table, and then took them into the other room before returning. He smiled at me, and standing next to the table he stood perfectly still, and closing his eyes seemed to almost into a trance. I smelled it first, a sudden burst of strong male musk, and I flared my nostrils as the thing in me stirred. Lazarus gave a deep grunt and the tendons in his neck stood out, and when he opened his eyes they weren't human anymore. He gave a deep guttural moaning/growling sound and started to change. I stared; my eyes fixed on him, it was horrible and fascinating at the same time. Hair erupted from his skin and his face seemed to flow as it became less human, his jaws pushing out into a muzzle as he snarled and grunted, and the thing inside of me went berserk.
I screamed and arched against the restraints as I felt the thing inside explode out of my body, and my own change was much faster, almost instantaneous. I screamed/howled as my torso expanded, my spine and other bones popping and reforming, my face pushing into a muzzle as my own fur pushed out of my burning itching skin. I stared with human eyes for awhile, and saw the surprise; and growing fear, in both Madam Marian's and Lazarus's eyes, and then another figure entered the room, a huge black cat man, and the beast inside took full control in response to the new threat. But this time I stayed more aware even though the beast was in charge.
Lazarus stopped changing in shock as the man on the table seemed to tremble; gave a spasm and screamed, and changed faster than any Were he had ever seen before, swelling and growing in size as his body contorted and became less and less human. He watched as a huge blunt muzzle formed with equally huge fangs, and a luxurious black pelt began to flow over the agonized man's writhing body. The eyes staring at him in agony; surprisingly, stayed human for quite some time, but as Marians' familiar entered the room they changed and Lazarus cringed at what he saw in them, and backed away with a snarl. He was a powerful beast, but he was NO match for the thing forming on the table in front of him. Turning, he howled,
"Marian, RUN!"
The beast gave a roar as it took control, and with a powerful flexing of its chest muscles ripped first one; then the other, steel wrist manacles loose. Unable to reach the ankle restraints it instead begin to demolish the 4 inch thick oak table it was strapped too.
Brutus literally threw his Mistress through the door, and followed the Werewolf as he excited. They barely had time to slam and bolt the heavy door before something slammed into the other side so hard the door creaked and shuddered.
"Mistress, yowled Brutus, the wards!"
"Stand aside!" Marian ordered. Stepping forward she chanted a quick incantation to activate the wards, and the door suddenly glowed with a soft blue radiance. There was a howl of pain from inside the room, and the assault on the door stopped. And just in time as the brackets for the bolt were starting to pull loose from the wall in a cloud of pulverized concrete. The beast would have been through in another minute.
"My God!", snarled Lazarus, still in his part wolf/part human anthro form.
"Indeed, Marian said, but I don't think He had anything to do with this."
Lazarus was so shocked he remained in his anthro form for now. If that thing did get out at least he'd be able to defend himself better. He had no doubt who would win the fight though, but maybe he and Brutus could give Marian enough time to escape, or cast a spell that would do some good. He had never seen a Were change so fast, and that head! It was lupine, but looked more like drawings he'd seen of dire wolves. Huge powerful jaws with fangs bigger than any he'd ever seen. It took a lot to scare him, but he was terrified. If that THING ever got loose! With a growl he turned to Marian,
"Grrr, Marian, can you destroy it? I have NO idea what that is, grrrrwwll, but we can NOT let it run around loose! Raaawwrrr."
Marian wasn't sure if she could, it was one thing to bind a demonkind in a pentagram, but to kill; or destroy, a demonic being was not so easy. Maybe she could ban it to Hell, but the poor man who had trusted her to help would go with it. At least the wards were holding it, for now. Some demonkind could counter wards given time, but she didn't think this thing was smart enough to cast counter spells.
"No, she said, not yet. He's bound by the wards, and has quieted down. You two step back out of sight, he changed in response to your presence in your bestial forms, but he may trust me. I'm going to see if I can communicate with him."
"Marian, be careful", Lazarus said, and Brutus whined in concern. But they stepped to the sides out of view.
Taking a deep breath Marian stepped to the battered door, and opening the small viewing window looked inside. The light bulb had been untouched so the room was still well lit. What she saw astonished her, and also caused her to feel pity and concern. The heavy reinforced oak and steel table had been totally demolished like it was made from matchsticks, and the hulking beast was crouched in a corner, and it was whimpering. It's terrified, she suddenly realized, as scared of us as we are of it, if not more so!
The beast; its host threatened, had assumed control and emerged in order to defend them. It tore itself loose easily from flimsy restraints, but as it was smashing in the door it was suddenly blasted backwards by a powerful spell. It could smell the magic, feel it in the walls, floor, and ceiling as well. It was trapped. It had recognized another Werewolf in one of the threatening beasts, but did not know what the other creature was; only that it was magical. It also recognized the woman, her scent familiar. The woman had excited it while it was still dormant, and it remembered the pleasure of that arousal. But now that the threat appeared to be gone; at least for now, it relinquished control of their body to its host. It was not its time of the month.
I came to my senses and realized I was crouching in the middle of the room surrounded by pieces of the table I had been bound on. I remembered starting to change, unable to resist, and staring at Lazarus and the others in horror when I realized what was happening. Another beast had entered the room, and a vortex of feral rage had drowned my awareness. But I was aware again, and I was still a monster. With a whimper I held up my large clawed hands, ran my tongue over my fangs. The beast was gone, I could feel it back inside or me, but I hadn't changed back. This was the first time the human part of me had been entirely aware in the body of the beast, and I was confused and terrified, would I remain like this from now on? Was it permanent, by changing during the day had I doomed myself to remain like this forever? Desperately I looked around for an exit, felt a yearning to run and be free. I tried to say something, but only a deep rumbling growl emerged from my muzzle. I moved to a corner and crouched down, trying to hide from the light.
Madam Marian examined the beast in the corner. She had seen Were's of course; many times, but not quite like this one. He was huge for a wolf, at least eight feet tall, closer to a Weretiger in size. His chest was broad and heavily muscled, his arms thick and rippling with muscle as well. She couldn't see much of his head as he had his hands over it, his black claws glistening. His waist was not narrow, but fairly thick and trim, his legs bent in a digitigrades stance as he evidently balanced on the balls of his paws. There was no tail, but she could see...oh my, were those his balls? Like the rest of him they were huge, but proportioned in size to his body. The beast whimpered again, the sound full of anguished fear. That's not the beast, she realized, that's the man. But why hasn't he changed back?
Marian shut the viewing window and turned to Lazarus, who was still in his anthro form.
"I think the beast is gone, she said, he's back in control, but he's still in his beast form. Any ideas?"
Lazarus in his anthro form was similar to the beast, but much more slender and sleek, smaller, though still well muscled and powerful. The Werewolf bared his fangs, and replied,
"Urrrr, No. Usually if we go feral, errrrr, we remain so; the beast in control, until we, grwwllll, change back. Also; if we change in the daylight hours the human mind retains much more control. Arrrr, this is not right!"
Marian opened the small window again, the beast hadn't moved. He had curled up into a fetus like ball, his face to the wall. His posture was one of submission, of fear. Again she felt pity. Making up her mind she took off her robe and handed it to Lazarus, somehow she knew she had nothing to fear from the great beast now.
"Wait here, she said, I'm going in, he needs help."
Lazarus stared at her, but made no move to stop her. Brutus gave a soft yowl of worry, but obeyed. He knew his Mistress knew what she was doing, but still didn't like it. And the scent of the beast in the room had changed, it was no longer threatening.
Marian opened the door and stepped inside, the air cool against her bare breasts. She looked at the totally destroyed table and shivered, it had been four inches thick and reinforced with 4 x 4's and steel bands. It might as well have been balsa wood and tin foil. She moved a little closer, she could smell the beast, a powerful animal musk.
"Mr. Bradley, Tom?" She said.
The result was instant; the beast spun around onto it feet and in one leap was standing right in front of her, its hot breath washing over her face. It raised its clawed hands and she quailed, its muzzle opened revealing ivory white fangs, and it said,
"Errggg, please help me! Grrrwwwllll." Human eyes staring out of the bestial face, begging, utter fear showing in them.
I heard the door open and froze, listening and flaring my nostrils. It was Madam Marin; both parts of me recognized her scent. I heard the door shut again, and when she spoke I reacted instantly, instinctively, and before I knew it I was towering over her, reaching out with my hands to...to...NO! She wanted to help me!! I looked at her in anguish, and opening my muzzle actually managed to say intelligible words, and begged for help, desperate to stop the horror. I didn't want to be like this, I wanted to be a man, not a THING!
Her hand shaking Marian reached up and gently stroked the beast's great muzzle, and it gave a soft whimper and closed its eyes. Its fur was soft and warm, smooth like silk, and its male scent overwhelmed her, it was magnificent! She felt herself getting wet as her remaining fear gave way to increasing arousal, the feel and scent of the huge creature irresistible. She was nude except for her skirt, and gently she took his huge hands and placed them on her breasts as she stared into his now wide open eyes, and with a start realized there was something else in those eyes, they weren't entirely human. But there was no danger or animosity reflected in them, only growing lust.
I closed my eyes in pleasure when Marian gently petted my muzzle, no fear in her scent or eyes. And her scent, I had been aware of it as a man, but as the beast it was an intense, increasingly inviting, heavy musk. She smelled absolutely wonderful. I opened my eyes again, and she took my trembling hands and put them on her perfect breasts. Ohhh, God, NO! Don't! I thought, you don't know what you're doing!! I, I can't control myself, oh God I want you, want you so badly! With a deep growl I licked her face as I kneaded her breasts, so soft, so firm. I whimpered as I felt a stirring in my sheath. NO, this isn't right! But I couldn't stop, oh God I didn't WANT to stop!
Marian closed her eyes as the great beasts soft wet tongue licked her face and moaned as it fondled and squeezed her breasts, her nipples swelling and becoming rigid as the pads on its hands rubbed them. Its musk was becoming even stronger, and she could smell its arousal. She pulled back a little and looked down, and caught her breath as she watched its penis start to slide from its sheath. It's as big as the rest of him! She crouched down in front of the beast and it gave a soft growl as she reached out and hefted one of its baseball sized testicles, it filled her palm with no room for the other. With her other hand she stroked the foot long shaft of its now rampant penis, human like but red and glistening, slick and throbbing, a large bulge about three inches up the shaft from where it emerged from the sheath. As she rubbed it a large drop of pearly colored pre formed on the tip, and unable to help herself she wrapped her lips around the head of its penis and started to suck. The beast put its hands on the back of her head, his whole body shuddering as he gave deep grunting growls of pleasure and lust.
Oh, oh, what is she doing?? I looked down as she started fondling me, my God are those balls MINE? Then she started stroking my erection, and I threw my head back with a guttural growl of pleasure as she started sucking on my cock, I'd never had anything like this happen to me before, as man OR beast! And I was aware the beast was very much awake; enjoying itself as much as I was, but I was still in 'charge', more or less. I grabbed the back of her head; as gently as I could, and gave myself over the incredible pleasure she was giving both myself, and the beast. For the first time the beast and I were in total agreement and harmony, and I suddenly realized that my separate awareness from the beasts was beginning to blur as its awareness begin to merge with mine. Oh God NO, I had to stop this, it was a big mistake! But I couldn't, oh GOD the pleasure! I looked down at the females bobbing head, and tried to beg her to stop.
"Urrrrr, raawwrrrgggg, UH, nrrrrr, Nuh, Nuh, nrrrrr!"
Marian, not understanding the beasts desperate grunts, thought it was telling her it was ready for her, and indeed it was. And she was certainly ready for it, she couldn't remember the last time she'd been so aroused by a new lover before. She let its penis slide from her mouth, its pre dripping from her lips, and she spun around and dropped to all fours, offering herself for its; and her, pleasure.
I gasped as my cock slid out of her mouth, and felt hope, but then she turned and presented herself to me. There was no way I could refuse that offer. I felt another wave of incredible lust wash over me; both as man and beast, and with snarl I bent over and tore off her skirt and panties like they were tissue paper and she gave a cry of anticipation. Drawn by her irresistible scent I crouched down and pushed my nose against her sex, sucking in her female pheromones, then lapping it with my tongue, and then with a snarl ran my tongue inside of her. I grasped her rump and eagerly sucked and licked her sopping wet sex, and was rewarded with a sudden increase in the flow of her sexual juices, her taste and fluids filling my mouth and driving me into a state of lust I can't begin to describe. NO, I thought, PLEASE, NO! I can't, I have to stop before it's too late! "Urrrrawwrrrrrr!" I growled.
Marian yelped as she felt her remaining clothing being torn from her body, and then gave a soft "Ohhhhh, uggghhh!" as she felt the beasts warm nose press against her nether lips; felt its tongue slide deep inside of her. She stared at the floor as it held her steady by grasping her ass with its huge hands as it ate her pussy with loud slurping sounds, and she realized she was nearing an orgasm, and then gave a loud gasping moan as she climaxed.
Rearing back I shifted my hands forward around her waist, and positioning myself I pressed the head of my aching penis against her pussy lips, and with an inhuman howl I mounted her, and lunged powerfully into her. Every time I lunged I felt myself penetrate a little deeper, but ran into some trouble when the bulge in my shaft reached her pussy lips. I thrust several times trying to force it in, but was not successful until I finally gave violent lunge and felt her lips swallow the bulge and knotted, locking us together as I hilted, then started fucking her as an animal, with rapid pistoning thrusts, snarling and grunting, desperate to reach the release I needed so badly. And I felt myself and the beast continue to merge until it was becoming hard to tell my own thoughts from its; to distinguish between the two. Noooo, I sobbed in my mind, even as sexual euphoria washed over me.
Lazarus watched the fantastic scene through the small window, his own penis rock hard. He'd seen plenty of matings before, but the sheer brutal power of this one was mind boggling. Brutus; looking over the Werewolf's shoulder, just grinned. His Mistress had everything well in hand.
Marian gasped in pain and pleasure as the beast slammed into her, if not for his powerful hands around her waist she would have collapsed under his weight. She could not remember ever being taken so much like a female animal, and found it was exhilarating. There was a desperate ferocity to his thrusts that aroused her more and more with each massive stroke. All of a sudden she felt her lips spread wide and gave a gasp as the large bulge on his shaft forced itself into her, her lips sealing after it. "Ugghhhh, ohhhh! She gasped, he's in my womb! "Oh, Ohhhhh!" would he never stop! She shrieked as he suddenly sped up, giving a deep yowl of pleasure.
I could feel my orgasm approaching as I thrust into her, and knew once I had climaxed I would never be the same again, that any chance I had of being released from the curse would be gone forever. But the pleasure, I couldn't stop coupling with her, I couldn't! NO! NO! NOOOOO! I screamed in my mind even as my body convulsed, and with a roaring howl of sheer agonizing ecstasy I came, my cum pouring into her body as howling and snarling I filled her with my seed, thrusting and gyrating my hips as I kept fucking her. And the beast and I became one. Oh GOD, what have I done!!!!!
Lazarus stroked his aching erection with his paw, gasping as he watched the huge Were mating with Marian, he couldn't help himself, the scent of their coupling flooding the air. From the sounds behind him Brutus was similarly occupied. Towards the end the huge beast raised its massive head and Lazarus found himself staring into its eyes. He was shocked as the eyes were filled with terror and despair as much as pleasure, and he could actually see two different pairs of eyes superimposed, one over the other, and as he kept watching the two different pairs of eyes began to join and flow together until they were neither entirely those of a man, or an animal, but both. Suddenly he realized what was happening, but was too far gone in his own lust to try and stop it, to intervene and perhaps give the man a chance. As the beast threw backs its head and roared in agonized pleasure and despair Lazarus had his own massive orgasm and added his own howl of pleasure, and felt Brutus's cum splash onto his back as the panther reached climax as well.
Marian gave a shrill scream as her orgasm washed over her, exploding in her sex and spreading throughout her body, so incredibly intense she almost passed out. She felt the beasts penis throbbing and pulsing as its hot cum filled her to overflowing, finally spurting from their still coupling bodies from around their tight joining, the thick fluid oozing down her thighs. She thought the beast's roars and howls would deafen her, her own scream drowned by his agonized release.
With a final screaming roar of terrified ecstasy I reared back from her, my penis pulling free with an audible slucking sound, fluids spurting from her sex, cum still dribbling from my penis. I backed up staring around wildly, not wanting to believe what had happened. I could no longer feel the beast inside of me waiting for its opportunity to emerge, I WAS the beast now! We were one and the same. I looked down my muzzle at my huge paw/hands, my large black nose quivering, and looked up with tears running down my muzzle. I threw my head back and howled "NOOOOOOO, URRAAAAWWWRRR!"
As the beasts huge penis slid for her Marian gave a final wail of pleasure and fell forward onto her face, then rolled over on her back and looked up. The beast had stepped back and was looking at her with an odd expression on its bestial muzzle, then it threw it'd head back and howled almost as if it was in pain. She suddenly felt arms under her armpits and Lazarus was dragging her out of the room.
"No, wait!" she cried.
Lazarus, feeling weak from his incredible orgasm, entered the room and ran to Marian, and grabbing her pulled her out the door. She struggled a little, so he said,
"Urrrr, something happened, it might not be safe anymore Marian!"
"Of course something happened, Marian said, he just gave me one of the best fucks I've ever had! He's not dangerous anymore!"
"Not that, said Lazarus, something else! He's not the same, something happened, I saw it in his eyes!" He slammed the door and bolted it again.
I lowered my head as my howl trailed into a low whine. My penis was starting to wilt and withdraw into my sheath as my lust faded, but I knew it would never be entirely gone. That was impossible for what I was now, I was a creature of lust and hunger, but I could control it now. With a sighing sob I lifted up my paw/hand and flexed my fingers, my claws glinting in the light. My claws, they were mine now, I WAS the beast. There was no more 'it' and 'me'. I closed my eyes and resumed my human form, the shift fast and painless. But even as I opened my eyes again and looked down at my mostly human body I was STILL the beast, only in my other form now. I could shift anytime I wanted, I knew that now, I knew a lot more now. Its memories were my own as well. I remembered a man in armor, a horrible pain in my head, and then nothing for so very long, a time of darkness and loneliness. And I knew I was Tom Bradley too. We were one and the same now. And I also felt my fear fade as well as I understood that, and felt strangely...happy.
Marian got up and went to the view window again, and was surprised, but glad, to see a nude man now standing where the beast had been. As she watched he walked over to the door, and smiled at her, and she smiled back knowing everything was OK now, and opened the door.
I walked over to the door and saw Madam Marian's face looking back at me anxiously. God she was beautiful. I smiled, and she opened the door for me. I exited and smiled at Lazarus; still in his own anthro form, and Brutus too. The great catman smiled back with a muzzle full of fangs, he knows what I am now, I thought.
"It's OK, I said, I understand now, I know what I am. Thank you for that gift Madam Marian, thank you for bringing us together. We're not lonely or scared anymore."
Marian wasn't sure what he meant, but smiled back as his own smile was catching. He truly seemed at ease with himself now, the stress and tension was gone. And he smelled different too, not human, but no longer one scent overlapping the other.
"Well, she said, shall we go back to the office and discuss what just, um, happened?"
They cleaned one another up, everybody needed it, and she found a pair of pants that would fit Tom, then she fixed a fresh pot of tea and they all sat down around the table again. Tom drank the tea eagerly, he seemed to be a little dehydrated but otherwise had a healthy glow around him. He almost finished the pot on his own, draining his mug several times.
"Okay, Lazarus finally said, what the FUCK happened down there?"
"What happened; I said, was two very scared and lonely beings became one. That incredible mating was the catalyst that allowed us to come together. What used to be the 'beast' was not truly sentient, it was more a creation of instincts and needs, but it had feelings too. Its original 'host' was killed before the bonding was complete, and it was alone and scared for hundreds of years. Then it found me; or I found it. But when it tried to bond with me I fought it; like the original hoist did, neither of us understanding that all it wanted way to truly live, to give its partner its powers in exchange for awareness and to...have someone to care for it. It may be a demonic creation, but in; and of, itself is not an evil thing. That depends entirely on who it becomes. We are joined now, until we die, and it's....wonderful. Since the one we; it, was created to serve is long dead we are our own creature now. And again I have Madam Marian to think, maybe she knew what we needed somehow.
"I'm glad for you Tom, Marian said, but I must confess my only interest was the pleasure you could; and did, give me. I must admit that was a rather ...special coupling. I'm hoping we can, um, try it again sometime?"
"Most definitely!" I laughed, and the others joined in.
"Well, Marian said, what think you Lazarus? Is he still a threat?"
Lazarus smiled and shook his head, "No, his scent is different now, like he said he is no longer two separate beings in one body, but one whole being now. I have never seen the like. He is a Were, but unlike any I have seen. His size alone is, impressive."
"Oh, indeed it is!" giggled Marian, and they all laughed again. She looked at the clock, and in surprise, said, "My goodness, it's already evening! Were we really down there that long? You know, it's getting late, would you, and Lazarus, like to, um, spend the night?" Both Were's grinned, and Brutus gave a throaty chuckle.
Marian gasped, and then gave a muffled squeal as she swallowed Brutus's cock. Tom, in his beast form, was underneath her thrusting up into her with his huge cock, while Lazarus; also in his bestial form, fucked her anally. The feeling of having three lust crazed beasts fucking her at the same time was incredible, the pleasure almost unbearable, and she knew they were just getting started. The growls and grunts of pleasure from her 'lovers' filled the dim room. It would be a long, fantastic, night.
The End
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