{"sf1_id":1669124,"sf2_id":"ynZN4x5n","title":"Prey [Werewolf, M/M, M/F]","author":"Lycandope","words":6377,"posted_at":"2021-01-03T01:43:00.000Z","tags":["Blood","Forced changes","Homosexual","M/F","M/M","Spreading changes","Transformation","Violence","Werewolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1669124-prey-werewolf-m-m-m-f","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/ynZN4x5n","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/a7/b7/a7b77f24-1610-405a-9cc2-51bfe92694b7","description":"A man tries to boost his livestream by hunting for a local legend but finds himself prey instead.\nFrom my Patreon!\nYou can find my page at: https://www.patreon.com/markgraham\nCool things:\n1. A CYOA (currently paused) - It's up to 9 parts so far!\n2. I have nearly 100 stories posted on the Patreon but nowhere else. This includes Office Bitch chapter 3 and 4, The Gift chapter 3 and so, An American Werewolf In London sequel and so much more. Backlogs are posted in Discord due to needing to wipe \u0026 restart the Patreon.\n3. I ask for polls and feedback and sometimes your input directs my writing.\n4. I sometimes commission a piece of art for the $5+ tiers\n5. The highest tier ($10) gets their own private Discord channel where I sometimes ask for writing prompts.","content":"I have all of my gear ready and arrayed before me.\u0026nbsp; A light backpack with a thin laptop connected to a 4g hotspot.\u0026nbsp; The hotspot is connected to a big portable battery and I have a couple more batteries for the laptop.\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp; Just in case.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe big item is the GoLive!! streaming headband.\u0026nbsp; That was pricey.\u0026nbsp; The laptop is old and I bought it used but the headband is new.\u0026nbsp; Took several months but I know it's going to be worth it.\u0026nbsp; It's unobtrusive, can record in low light and lasts forever on the battery connected at the band.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nRight now it's facing me with the little red light steady, telling me it's connected and streaming.\u0026nbsp; I almost disabled the light but the infrared lights would still be there so it doesn't matter.\u0026nbsp; And, really, who would see it?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe laptop is up and my stream is running with fifteen people connected.\u0026nbsp; I smile at them as I get the rest of my gear together.\u0026nbsp; My girlfriend is logged in and so are my parents and my kid brother but the rest are friends.\u0026nbsp; And one coworker.\u0026nbsp; Gus - my night shift replacement at the liquor store.\u0026nbsp; Which means he's logged in from work.\u0026nbsp; Lazy bastard.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWe all start somewhere, right?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI bounced around at college but really enjoyed my time in my brief criminal justice phase of classes.\u0026nbsp; I'm not going to spend the rest of my life selling cheap vodka to drunks so this is my way out of that life.\u0026nbsp; And I get to play pretend detective.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Hey everyone!\" I say, smiling again.\u0026nbsp; Clean shaven face, thick brown hair swept back and I stole my girlfriend's eyeliner just to make my eyes pop.\u0026nbsp; Just a hint of it.\u0026nbsp; I heard guys get makeup when they're on camera so why not?\u0026nbsp; I won't be on the camera much at all but I want to get used to it.\u0026nbsp; \"Thank you for joining in tonight for the third video in my series on urban investigations.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI pause and sit back for dramatic effect but spoil it by glancing directly at the camera and then looking away.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Tonight, I finally track down the Beast of Brightview Bay,\" aaaaand another pause for dramatic effect.\u0026nbsp; And a smile with my hands together.\u0026nbsp; Or apart?\u0026nbsp; Dammit, now I just look dumb.\u0026nbsp; Together.\u0026nbsp; Fingers together.\u0026nbsp; And smile.\u0026nbsp; \"The first two videos saw us interviewing people who heard or saw the beast with a focus on Miles Trelawney after the picture he posted online went viral.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA few taps on the keyboard shows the grainy, dark photo on my stream and I nod at it with a serious expression.\u0026nbsp; I practiced a bit before starting the stream and it's even beginning to feel\u0026nbsp; natural.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe photo isn't clear but shows a large shape between two concrete posts.\u0026nbsp; Hercules Construction was building an office complex at the location but abandoned it years ago when funding fell through.\u0026nbsp; Since then, it's become a hang out for junkies, teenagers and others.\u0026nbsp; The walls are heavily tagged and the place is littered with trash.\u0026nbsp; Ever since Miles posted the photo, people have come forth to mention hearing things.\u0026nbsp; Some even saying they saw it.\u0026nbsp; Always at night.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA few people have said their friends straight up vanished.\u0026nbsp; Went out solo to get high and get away from their life for a while and now they're just gone.\u0026nbsp; I'd call bullshit but a few visits to the site on the first video in the series showed the parties cut back.\u0026nbsp; I only saw some homeless guy hanging around and I bounced before it got too late.\u0026nbsp; I wanted to come back with the new streaming gear so I could try this live.\u0026nbsp; For the views.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"As the sun begins its descent to the horizon,\" I intone - I really spent a while thinking up my lines.\u0026nbsp; \"We begin our journey to Brightview Bay.\u0026nbsp; And the waiting... beast.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI grab the headband carefully so I don't disorientate my viewers.\u0026nbsp; It settles gently against my head, just over my ears until I tighten the band.\u0026nbsp; Finally, I place my laptop and hotspot into my bag, sling it over my shoulder and leave.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd then I curse myself because I didn't clean up my apartment.\u0026nbsp; My viewers (and my mom, dammit!) get a good look at old take out boxes and my overflowing trash can before I pick up the pace to fast walk outside.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs I'm driving, I glance around.\u0026nbsp; Traffic isn't too bad.\u0026nbsp; The bottom of the sun is nearly touching the horizon and-\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Son of a bitch!\" I yell as another car crosses the median, nearly sideswiping me.\u0026nbsp; \"Look where you're going, you stupid fuck-!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Uh,\" I mumble, suddenly remembering I'm still streaming.\u0026nbsp; \"I'll pause the stream here and resume when I'm on location.\u0026nbsp; Stay tuned, viewers!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nReaching up, I click the off button before sinking back against my seat.\u0026nbsp; I keep forgetting about the headband.\u0026nbsp; The stream is archived automatically online for people to watch and now they can see my apartment and watch me lose my cool on the road.\u0026nbsp; I really, really need to get my shit together if I want this to take off.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe highway eventually exits to a side road that leads to a gravel road.\u0026nbsp; Seagulls cry far in the distance before roosting on a rusted container ship listing heavily in the bay.\u0026nbsp; I still remember the mayor talking about revitalizing the area and the arguments back and forth about the raise in taxes.\u0026nbsp; Looks like opponents were right.\u0026nbsp; The area is still dead and the mayor's being investigated.\u0026nbsp; Misuse of funds or something.\u0026nbsp; I lost interest after a while.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNo cars are on the road with me and I don't see any by the unfinished construction.\u0026nbsp; There also aren't any fires going so there's no parties again tonight.\u0026nbsp; Glancing up as I park on the unmarked lot nearby, I notice the sun half-hidden behind the rolling hills to the west.\u0026nbsp; I should still have plenty of light for clean video.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTaking a deep breath, I turn my camera back on and give it a moment to reconnect.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Welcome,\" I say while looking at the single level skeleton of the office building.\u0026nbsp; \"To Brightview Bay.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nGrabbing my backpack, I open the car's door and step outside.\u0026nbsp; I sling the backpack over my shoulder smoothly and then clip the chest strap to hold it in place.\u0026nbsp; It's a warm night and the air is calm but I can still smell the pungent odor of the bay.\u0026nbsp; The overpowering stench of rotten fish is strong enough to make me wonder why people even come here.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Here we go,\" I tell my viewers. \"As I approach, I see the area is empty.\u0026nbsp; Could this really be where the beast stalks his prey?\u0026nbsp; If so, the area is ripe with opportunity.\u0026nbsp; Social outcasts gather here during the night to satiate their dark desires.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_Is that too hammy?_ I wonder, frowning while I try to remember the lines I'd put together.\u0026nbsp; It sounded good when I was writing it but now that I'm saying it out loud and on the stream, it sounds too melodramatic.\u0026nbsp; Dammit.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBroken slabs jut up from the parking lot.\u0026nbsp; The entire area is dotted with concrete columns showing exposed rebar.\u0026nbsp; A huge pile of rubble lies in the corner.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMovement draws my eye.\u0026nbsp; I gasp and then hide behind a column until I remember I'm streaming.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Someone is here,\" I whisper.\u0026nbsp; And then I remember what I'm doing.\u0026nbsp; \"Or **_something_**.\u0026nbsp; Almost all of the accounts say the beast shows itself at nightfall.\u0026nbsp; The sun is beginning to set so this could very well be the creature.\u0026nbsp; Now I'll slowly make my way toward the site to get a good look at what we're dealing with.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI crouch, hands against the floor and then shuffle forward.\u0026nbsp; I'm feeling a little bit nervous.\u0026nbsp; God.\u0026nbsp; I should've peed before I left.\u0026nbsp; Dammit.\u0026nbsp; I have **_got_** to start planning better.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"There has been no other physical evidence of the beast,\" I continue.\u0026nbsp; \"The police refuse to investigate despite two of the people I interviewed saying they went to law enforcement over their missing friends.\u0026nbsp; The picture Miles took was focused on his girlfriend.\u0026nbsp; They only noticed the creature when it was posted on social media and their followers pointed it out.\u0026nbsp; Some think it's a shadow but others say they see the shoulders and jaw of a misshapen, hideous creature.\u0026nbsp; Today we- there!\u0026nbsp; I see it!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMore movement.\u0026nbsp; I drop to the ground.\u0026nbsp; I'm wearing a black long-sleeved athletic shirt with loose black jogging pants in case I need to haul ass.\u0026nbsp; My backpack is black and I covered the gray highlights with electrical tape.\u0026nbsp; Lying on the ground, I should be well hidden.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWait.\u0026nbsp; What color are my shoes?\u0026nbsp; I strain and look back and- dammit!\u0026nbsp; Bright fucking red!\u0026nbsp; Aw shit!\u0026nbsp; And now my subscribers are probably wondering what the hell I'm doing.\u0026nbsp; Focus!\u0026nbsp; Focus!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"It looks like a false alarm,\" I sigh. \"It's just a homeless person.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt's the same guy I spotted before but I don't want to tell my readers that I scoped the place out before.\u0026nbsp; I feel like it'll make everything seemed staged.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe guy is pacing back and forth, scratching at his shaggy hair.\u0026nbsp; I can't pick out details from the distance but he doesn't seem old.\u0026nbsp; Has a beard, as brown as his hair and he's wearing an old, stained trench coat that comes down to his ankles.\u0026nbsp; He's barefoot.\u0026nbsp; Pacing nonstop and yanking at his hair.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA warm breeze flows over me as I start to crawl forward but I freeze when the man jerks to a stop.\u0026nbsp; He turns slowly towards me but I carefully tilt my head down to hide the camera's light.\u0026nbsp; Glancing up with my head down I see him stare over my shoulder before he resumes pacing.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI have to make a decision.\u0026nbsp; Do I keep going and see if the bum draws out the supposed beast or do I call it a night and try again?\u0026nbsp; I didn't come here to stream some crazy guy's meth-fueled antics but I also don't want to fold and go home with nothing.\u0026nbsp; So, I decide to play it up.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"With reports of people vanishing,\" I whisper as loudly as I dare.\u0026nbsp; \"The homeless person risks a fatal, uh, fate.\u0026nbsp; I have my phone in a pocket of my backpack, ready to call the police at a moment's notice.\u0026nbsp; Stay tuned as I continue surveillance.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThere's a pillar ahead, just to my left.\u0026nbsp; I crawl along my stomach as slowly as possible while angling toward it.\u0026nbsp; The homeless person, who I decide to name Bob, shouts loudly with his fist raised to the sky.\u0026nbsp; Is he crying?\u0026nbsp; It almost looks like he's crying.\u0026nbsp; Sobbing, really.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nJust as I reach the column, the man lowers himself to his knees before bending forward to touch his forehead to the ground.\u0026nbsp; He leans further, grabbing his coat to pull it open as he raises his chest and leans back onto his heels.\u0026nbsp; The jacket falls to the ground around him, leaving him completely naked.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe dude's jacked.\u0026nbsp; I can see his muscles flexing as curls forward to slam his fist against the ground.\u0026nbsp; He slaps and grabs his thigh while rocking back and forth.\u0026nbsp; I crouch behind the column as his hand raises from his thigh but he slaps it down again and the sound echoes in the open area.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe grunts and shakes and his hand trembles.\u0026nbsp; Raising slowly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTo his very large, very erect cock.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Jesus!\" I whisper, turning my head just enough so he's out of sight from the camera.\u0026nbsp; What the hell is this dude's problem?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe grabs his dick hard and leans back, mouth open in ecstasy as he starts to pump himself.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNow what the hell am I supposed to do?\u0026nbsp; The crazy man is over there, grunting as he tugs himself.\u0026nbsp; I hear him yell something but I can't make it out.\u0026nbsp; Dude's just going to town and- damn, yeah, there he goes.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nUh.\u0026nbsp; And still goes.\u0026nbsp; That's, okay, that's fucking gross but, Jesus, that's a lot of sperm.\u0026nbsp; Just flinging out, covering the ground and wall in front of him.\u0026nbsp; And he's not stopping.\u0026nbsp; He's still hard, still pulling and tugging and grunting. And-\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWait.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHold up.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThere's hair on his back.\u0026nbsp; It wasn't there a second ago.\u0026nbsp; He's got his side to me but turned just enough that I see his back.\u0026nbsp; He's pale as shit but there's dark brown-\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt's spreading.\u0026nbsp; No way.\u0026nbsp; No **_fucking_** way.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe man howls and he cums again.\u0026nbsp; If anything, there's more of it.\u0026nbsp; Thick ropes of white cum lancing out as he orgasms again.\u0026nbsp; And still going!\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI'm- okay, shit.\u0026nbsp; His cock is bigger.\u0026nbsp; The tip is well past his fist.\u0026nbsp; I can barely make it out from where I'm standing but another howl, piercingly loud, makes me look at his face.\u0026nbsp; It's longer!\u0026nbsp; Jesus Fucking Christ!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I've- I've found the beast!\" I whisper loudly.\u0026nbsp; I turn back to face the homeless man so the camera can see him.\u0026nbsp; Fur waves freely along the man's thick shoulders.\u0026nbsp; \"It's the homeless man from before!\u0026nbsp; He's a werewolf!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI look into the sky but I only see a crescent moon in the clear sky.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Or- or- or something like it!\" I tell my subscribers.\u0026nbsp; \"I'm sorry about the- Fuck!\u0026nbsp; That's the third time he's- sorry, sorry mom, if you're still watching.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe man goes to one hand, his left, while still pumping himself with his right.\u0026nbsp; I see the curve of a tail growing just over his ass cheek.\u0026nbsp; His body seems to be straining against his skin.\u0026nbsp; His calves are enormous and he's snapping at the air with his weird, hairless muzzle.\u0026nbsp; Still grunting but it's more like a growl now.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Fuck fuck fuck,\" I say out loud.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI didn't really expect to find anything.\u0026nbsp; Not **_really_** , despite my intentions.\u0026nbsp; My girlfriend teased me about it and my parents thought I was wasting money but everyone's got a thing.\u0026nbsp; And I wanted out of it.\u0026nbsp; Out of my boring life.\u0026nbsp; To do something unusual and out of the routine.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nNow, faced with this creature-\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe man turns to me and then snarls.\u0026nbsp; I gasp, flattening myself against the cement block while reaching back to try to grab my phone.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"I'm going to call the police,\" I whisper.\u0026nbsp; My hand finds the right pocket and I slowly pull the zipper while turning to peek around the corner.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt's gone.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt's fucking gone.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI feel like I have to throw up.\u0026nbsp; It was huge and now it's vanished and could be anywhere!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wind shifts and I smell him.\u0026nbsp; It.\u0026nbsp; Whichever.\u0026nbsp; He smells strongly like he hasn't washed but it's mixed with other things.\u0026nbsp; Sweat, sex and a strange dog smell.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI wish I could say I nimbly jumped out of the way but, instead, I turn, see him rearing back a gigantic arm and I just collapse as the swing misses me.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPain explodes along my face as shards of concrete hit me like buckshot.\u0026nbsp; Terror grabs a handhold on my spine and I roll.\u0026nbsp; He lunges at me but misses again as I bolt upright and run.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe creature howls and my mouth goes dry.\u0026nbsp; It sounds like he's right behind me as I reach the edge of the office building.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy brain tells me it can feel his breath on my neck but I'm too afraid to look.\u0026nbsp; And then, I do and I miss a step as I realize he's within arm's reach.\u0026nbsp; His massive, furred arm's reach.\u0026nbsp; I fall face first with a scream as he swipes at me again. \u0026nbsp;My momentum propels me and I slide along the ground on my already torn cheek as the building rumbles behind me.\u0026nbsp;\n\nFate, or God, smiles upon me as the fragile structure collapses and the creature yips in pain.\u0026nbsp; Adrenaline is riding my body hard enough that I don't feel any pain.\u0026nbsp; With the creature pinned, I jump and run for the nearest cover:\u0026nbsp; the old container ship.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI take the first opening in the hull and blindly run through the maze of ramps and stairs and rooms until I feel like I'm hidden far enough away to take stock of the situation.\u0026nbsp; Collapsing back against the wall, I gasp for air and then hiss at the stinging pain on my face.\u0026nbsp; As carefully as I can, I touch my cheek and wince at the open wounds.\u0026nbsp; It's not blood that covers my face, though.\u0026nbsp; Or at least not only blood.\u0026nbsp; The skin is slick and I wipe at it with the back of my hand to look.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBut then I lick my lips and taste saltiness.\u0026nbsp; Cum.\u0026nbsp; I've tasted my own before through the natural course of sex.\u0026nbsp; I know what it tastes like and the image of the man masturbating fills my mind.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI gag and lean over to vomit but nothing comes out.\u0026nbsp; My stomach roils while I wipe at my cheek with my sweat-soaked sleeve.\u0026nbsp; The pain from my cuts are intense but I just want him off of me.\u0026nbsp; His cum.\u0026nbsp; Soaked into my skin.\u0026nbsp; Filling my nose with his scent.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWith a grunt, I grab at my crotch as my own cock begins to unfold and harden.\u0026nbsp; My heart is pounding and I lick my lips, tasting him again despite cleaning myself.\u0026nbsp; Another lick and the tip of my tongue brushes my nostrils.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy blood is pumping.\u0026nbsp; I can't believe I survived.\u0026nbsp; Fuck.\u0026nbsp; Fuck!\u0026nbsp; I groan, squeezing myself as I pant against the wall.\u0026nbsp; Feeling all the stresses and hormones releasing through my body at the narrow escape.\u0026nbsp; I've never felt so alive! What a fucking rush!\u0026nbsp; I'd never had the balls to try skydiving or anything but, if this is what it feels like after, I'll sign up.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Fuck, yes,\" I grunt again, looking down at my exposed cock.\u0026nbsp; I'm aching with the need to empty myself.\u0026nbsp; The pain is pinching and throbbing deep within my balls.\u0026nbsp; And the smell!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI breathe deeply while leaning forward and lick at myself.\u0026nbsp; My long tongue brushes the head of my cock but it's not enough so I lean back, groaning and pulling at my sweaty shirt as it clings to my body.\u0026nbsp; Rolling my head while stroking myself.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy shirt tears but I feel a slicing pain around my torso.\u0026nbsp; I'm constricted.\u0026nbsp; Squeezed.\u0026nbsp; I look down my body to see the backpack's chest strap pulled tight.\u0026nbsp; The black plastic buckle is white with tension and it's straining under my bulk.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI snap at the air while kicking my feet against the ground and the buckle snaps.\u0026nbsp; Release!\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMuscles line my chest and I claw at my belly while still pumping myself.\u0026nbsp; Reaching down to cup my balls.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Jenny,\" I moan, licking at my lips and nose.\u0026nbsp; Feeling the pulsing, burning pressure at my temples as I think of my girlfriend.\u0026nbsp; \"Fucking.\u0026nbsp; Wish you were.\u0026nbsp; Here.\u0026nbsp; Riding me.\u0026nbsp; Riding my dick.\u0026nbsp; Spreading your ass.\u0026nbsp; Licking your throat and tits while you bounce on me.\u0026nbsp; Fuck!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nTiny points of pain prick my balls.\u0026nbsp; I pull my hands away but, god, I'm so fucking horny that I reach back down to masturbate myself.\u0026nbsp; My palm feels rough as it drags against my dick.\u0026nbsp; With each stroke, the skin surrounding my throbbing cock loosens.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nCalluses form on my hand, along my palm and bottoms of my fingers.\u0026nbsp; I can't stop.\u0026nbsp; More loose skin.\u0026nbsp; Pulling it up and over the head of my cock as thin hairs began to cover it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI yelp on the downstroke as my fist pounds a thick line of skin connecting the base of my cock to my belly.\u0026nbsp; My free hand is digging into my thigh, kneading at the flesh and I don't even notice as my nail beds bulge and then break away to expose the tips of dark claws.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy thighs are smooth.\u0026nbsp; Hard as marble.\u0026nbsp; I feel muscle shifting beneath and I look down.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe orgasm surprises me and I jack-knife, pushing at my pulsing cock as the line of skin pulls it down against my belly.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI shout.\u0026nbsp; But it's not a shout.\u0026nbsp; It's a howl.\u0026nbsp; Pure and loud and sharp enough that my ears flex back against my skull.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI'm left panting as hot cum covers my stomach, chest and face.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nLooking down again, I see stubble on my torso.\u0026nbsp; I frown at it because I've always been smooth.\u0026nbsp; Never been able to grow a beard or chest hair or anything.\u0026nbsp; Now I'm covered in it.\u0026nbsp; I see the white cum covering me moving as hairs pierce my skin to tangle with my own spunk.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"This isn't right,\" I growl, looking at my wide hands.\u0026nbsp; I turn it over to see dark padding.\u0026nbsp; When I reach to touch it, my eyes widen at the sight of the huge curved claws arching over my fingers.\u0026nbsp; \"Oh fuck!\u0026nbsp; Fuck!\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI stand, panting, heart pounding as I stare at myself.\u0026nbsp; As I realize what I've been doing.\u0026nbsp; At the sight and smell of my own cum lining my body.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOh god.\u0026nbsp; I'm still streaming.\u0026nbsp; Everyone- everyone saw that.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"No!\" I growl, clawing at the headband.\u0026nbsp; I can feel my thick ears and the bare skin around my padding brushes against the fur lining them.\u0026nbsp; The straps come apart at the slightest touch of my claws and I grab the camera, flinging it away.\u0026nbsp; It tumbles until it comes to a rest.\n\nFacing me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nEveryone still connected can see me.\u0026nbsp; Can see my naked body.\u0026nbsp; My still-hard cock, begging for attention.\u0026nbsp; I look down to see it.\u0026nbsp; To see the sheath at the base of it.\u0026nbsp; Covered in brown and black fur.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhile I watch, the sheath moves.\u0026nbsp; It pulls back and I can't look away as two lumps emerge on either side of my dick.\u0026nbsp; The pressure of them hurts so bad that I fall to my knees while grinding my sharpened teeth together.\u0026nbsp; My sheath continues to stretch back as my knot forms, red and angry and swollen.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd needy.\u0026nbsp; I go to one hand as the homeless man had before, reaching under to stroke myself.\u0026nbsp; I flex my back as my spine pops and I growl at the camera.\u0026nbsp; My body lengthens when the sound of wet fireworks exploding in the summer air.\u0026nbsp; I groan, straining as my neck reddens and veins stand out against my flesh.\u0026nbsp; Working through the pain of growth.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI feel the bones cracking in my cheeks.\u0026nbsp; I see my nose as my face lengthens.\u0026nbsp; I watch it, panting, tongue hanging low as the skin darkens along the bridge of my nose until the bridge merges with my muzzle.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI snarl at the camera, drool and sweat dripping from my lips.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"You watching Jenny?\" I growl, the words harsh in my throat.\u0026nbsp; \"I'd fuck you on all fours.\u0026nbsp; Just like this.\u0026nbsp; Jenny.\u0026nbsp; Come here.\u0026nbsp; Now!\u0026nbsp; Fucking bitch!\u0026nbsp; I need your wet hole to fuck and fill with my cum.\u0026nbsp; Fuck.\u0026nbsp; Take you raw until you bleed from the size of me and beg for more, you fucking whore.\u0026nbsp; Make you lick my cum off the floor on all fours like the fucking bitch you are.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI can't stop the words pouring from my lips.\u0026nbsp; My head is hot and confused and the blood is pounding through me.\u0026nbsp; I can't think past the need to fuck.\u0026nbsp; I can't-\u0026nbsp; It's not-\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy claws bite into the metal flooring as I pound into the ground.\u0026nbsp; It feels good to claw.\u0026nbsp; To strain my changing muscles.\u0026nbsp; To tear.\u0026nbsp; To feel the pull.\u0026nbsp; The pain in my fingers and joints as the sound of screeching metal fills the air.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnother sound echoes through the old ship.\u0026nbsp; I grunt and slow my pace.\u0026nbsp; Hairs grow from my brow, creeping down my face as pinpricks of gold appear in my irises.\u0026nbsp; Colors are shifting in my sight.\u0026nbsp; The metal seems darker while the moss growing in patches around the room stand out in a strange green color I've never seen before.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI hear a cautious tick-tick-tick-tick and I know he's searching for me, even as I fruitlessly scent the air for him.\u0026nbsp; I want to cum again.\u0026nbsp; I need it so badly that I ache deep in my guts but I hear his claws against metal and I growl.\u0026nbsp; I feel the skin of my ears sliding against my scalp.\u0026nbsp; The fur covering them tangles with my hair until the pointed tips emerge and twitch.\u0026nbsp; Searching for him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nStanding, I take a step and then growl again, quietly.\u0026nbsp; I grab my pants with both huge, clawed hands and pull.\u0026nbsp; My biceps bulge beneath scattered patches of fur and the cotton fabric parts like wet paper.\u0026nbsp; I fling it down the hallway with the hope that the scent will confuse the other wolf.\u0026nbsp; Man.\u0026nbsp; The other man.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs I walk past the forgotten camera, I feel twinges of pain along my belly.\u0026nbsp; I lay a hand against it, clawing through the tangled curls of fur as tiny, useless teats begin to form.\u0026nbsp; The sensation of my leathery pads rubbing against the small nubs sends pleasurable shivers down my spine.\u0026nbsp; I almost stop to touch myself again but **_he's_** here, somewhere.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI can smell him now.\u0026nbsp; His scent.\u0026nbsp; Powerful.\u0026nbsp; Older.\u0026nbsp; It wafts through the narrow corridors as our sounds bounce around the ship.\u0026nbsp; He sounds like he's coming from everywhere.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAn irritating tickle forms between my shoulders but I ignore it.\u0026nbsp; I feel drops of sweat roll down my back in the suffocating heat of the ship.\u0026nbsp; More fall but are stopped short by the hair emerging from my wide, powerful back.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe's close!\u0026nbsp; New instincts force me to all fours and I look back at my feet when they begin to ache.\u0026nbsp; My feet are constrained.\u0026nbsp; I kick back as quietly as I can but the- the- shoes!\u0026nbsp; Shoes are still on my feet.\u0026nbsp; Shoes, that's what they are.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI growl quietly and a thought forms.\u0026nbsp; A whispering thought of my old self.\u0026nbsp; Crafty.\u0026nbsp; I pull my feet under my body one at a time to slice through the odd things wrapping my paws.\u0026nbsp; And then I'm free.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWhat was it?\u0026nbsp; What was I to do?\u0026nbsp; The voice comes again, fainter now.\u0026nbsp; I grab one of the things, crouch low to the ground and throw.\u0026nbsp; It slams against the wall and rebounds.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe other wolf crashes through a gap in the wall in front of me.\u0026nbsp; I leap for him, clawed arms out and my lips back to bare my fangs.\u0026nbsp; Colliding with him, snarling and snapping.\u0026nbsp; He rolls, slamming back against me and something crunches in my lower back.\u0026nbsp; Rolling further, I feel hot pain above my ass as nerves connect to a forming tail.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI'm above him and my cock is buried in his fur, next to his thick tail.\u0026nbsp; He's biting and clawing with his feet but the remnants of the voice whisper still and I have my arms locked under his armpits with my paws laced against the nape of his neck.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nRubbing against his soft fur feels good.\u0026nbsp; I hold him tight and my jaw closes around the back of his neck but he struggles until I bite harder, threatening to break his spine until he calms himself.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAs I pull myself back, hungry and hard for release, he growls and struggles again.\u0026nbsp; He twists, trying to roll me but the corridor is narrow and I brace my foot against the wall.\u0026nbsp; My toes are pounding, hot and aching as muscles pull tendon and bone, widening my feet to handle my larger frame.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI taste blood and bite harder.\u0026nbsp; He growls but goes limp beneath me.\u0026nbsp; The rounded head of my cock rubs against his swollen asshole it.\u0026nbsp; Back and forth, back and forth.\u0026nbsp; I press into him and he shakes.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIt hurts so bad.\u0026nbsp; My blood is up and every base, animalistic desire is screaming in my mind.\u0026nbsp; Kill.\u0026nbsp; Mate.\u0026nbsp; Eat.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPushing again, I feel my cock strain.\u0026nbsp; My head is reshaping.\u0026nbsp; Pulling back into a pointed tip that slips into his asshole.\u0026nbsp; He growls and shakes but I hold him tight as I begin pushing into him.\u0026nbsp; Dry until I feel him bleed.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI moan, instinctively licking the fur of his neck as I pull back and then enter him again.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBack and forth, back and forth and his asshole slowly begins to open to me as his own wolf recognizes the slowly budding pleasure of it.\u0026nbsp; The undeniable need to sate an urge.\u0026nbsp; He shoves back, biting off a yelp as I press deeper into him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHe relaxes by seconds and I begin to feel the building sensation of my orgasm as his tight asshole clenches against my bulging, swollen red cock.\u0026nbsp; I release my hold on his neck and neither of us notice as we lose ourselves in the pleasure of our rut.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe other wolf raises his ass when my knot presses against him.\u0026nbsp; I barely feel the brush of fur against my ass as my tail grows.\u0026nbsp; It's wagging slowly behind me until it's long enough to lift into a curve.\u0026nbsp; He's got a paw under himself, grabbing his own cock and I feel the motion of it while he pumps himself hard.\u0026nbsp; He's grunting and growling and groaning but all I know is my own release.\u0026nbsp; Taunting me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe bulge of my knot enters him and he howls.\u0026nbsp; I smell his cum and it drives me into a frenzy, forcing me to pound into him, harder and harder until he almost takes my knot.\u0026nbsp; Grabbing the back of his neck, I force him down and he goes, still masturbating despite the cum leaking from his dick.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy claws rake his back as I finally cum, filling him with my hot seed.\u0026nbsp; It spurts back at me and down the dense fur of his thigh.\u0026nbsp; He howls again and I join him this time until I'm drained.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nStatic fills both of our ears as our loud cries die down.\u0026nbsp; An electronic beep is followed by the harsh crackle of more static and faint voices.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI step back and feel the cold of the floor on my bare feet.\u0026nbsp; I scuff the soles of my feet against the floor, scraping the ground with my heavy claws while scratching the itch of the forming pads.\u0026nbsp; My ears stand up straight and then rotate as the voice calls out again.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWe wordlessly separate and I **_let_** him take the lead, filling the ship with the smell of our mixed scents.\u0026nbsp; I follow, sniffing occasionally until we're out in the open.\u0026nbsp; I search for her - the Moon and I see her curved elegance casting brilliant pure light upon the world.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe two people are highlighted in my golden eyes.\u0026nbsp; A chaotic tapestry of scents, natural and manmade surround them and I pick out other prey beyond them.\u0026nbsp; Small animals.\u0026nbsp; Birds.\u0026nbsp; Hidden trails not yet gone cold.\u0026nbsp; But it's the two of them that draw my attention.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nHer, specifically.\u0026nbsp; I scent the air, rubbing the tip of my cock until the other wolf begins to move.\u0026nbsp; We circle wide and low, out of their line of sight as they call out once more.\u0026nbsp; My tail is down and I creep through grass, eyes intent on my prey.\u0026nbsp; We approach, watching for them to notice us but their senses are dull.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe woman's black skin absorbs the moonlight.\u0026nbsp; I'm close enough to taste her and my teeth ache to feel her flesh.\u0026nbsp; To take her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nOn silent, padded paws, the other wolf strikes, taking down the male.\u0026nbsp; I jump half a second later and my ears ring as the flash of fire and sound of thunder erupt from the female's hand.\u0026nbsp; I snarl and strike, hearing the bones in her hand break as something flies away from her grip.\u0026nbsp; She screams and my teeth sink into her shoulder, tasting her blood.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI feel her go limp beneath me as I tear at her clothing, ripping through her belt and pants until her sex is exposed.\u0026nbsp; She doesn't move as I press into her, forcing my way in with sharp, hard thrusts.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe wolf beside me is feasting on his kill.\u0026nbsp; The fresh smell of bloody meat rumbles my stomach but I need another release before I kill the female.\u0026nbsp; She tears when my knot slams against her lips.\u0026nbsp; Her blood is sharp and thick and heady and it drives me wild.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI smell it happen before I see it.\u0026nbsp; The beast taking her soul.\u0026nbsp; The other wolf's blood still covers my cock and my own cum is soaked into me.\u0026nbsp; It mixes with her.\u0026nbsp; Infects her.\u0026nbsp; Consumes her.\u0026nbsp; She groans beneath me and pushes back before her eyes flutter open.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe woman screams, trying to pull away but I smell her sweet juices flood her sex as dark hairs emerge from her swelling pussy lips.\u0026nbsp; She grunts, clawing at the ground while cursing me in her human language but I see her rounded ears flex backwards as she reaches a hand beneath herself.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThere will be more prey beside the female.\u0026nbsp; The night is young and we will hunt together for fresh kills.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n---\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI wake, sore and naked with the sharp tang of blood on my lips and mouth.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe night before is hazy.\u0026nbsp; My thoughts are scattered.\u0026nbsp; They twist away when I try to focus on them so I just turn and back up against the wall.\u0026nbsp; I hear muted voices and distant traffic and it slowly comes to me that I'm in an alley.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nIn the city.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI don't remember how I got here.\u0026nbsp; I was-\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"The beast,\" I whisper and my dry throat burns.\u0026nbsp; I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and then lick the blood clean before I realize what I'm doing.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nPowerful stomach muscles clench and I turn to the side to puke.\u0026nbsp; I force myself to look away from what comes up.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI can only remember flashes of emotion.\u0026nbsp; Anger.\u0026nbsp; Lust.\u0026nbsp; Hunger.\u0026nbsp; I vaguely remember the ship.\u0026nbsp; And the creature hunting me but I can't even remember how I got to the ship.\u0026nbsp; The memories are there but faint yet.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n\"Jenny,\" I gasp, standing and then leaning against the brick wall behind me.\u0026nbsp; \"Need to get to her.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nA sudden image of Jenny on all fours, naked and panting explodes in my mind.\u0026nbsp; I growl and squeeze the base of my cock.\u0026nbsp; It's growing erect by I push at it and shove at the image.\u0026nbsp; Instead, I think of her smiling, concerned face.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI need clothes.\u0026nbsp; I need to find out exactly where I am.\u0026nbsp; I hold my arms out in front of me.\u0026nbsp; I feel off.\u0026nbsp; Like I'm in someone else's body.\u0026nbsp; I flex and hard lines rise to show dense muscles beneath thick hair.\u0026nbsp; My pecs and abs make me look like I was sculpted by a Greek artist trying to carve the perfect male specimen.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nMy body hums with coiled power.\u0026nbsp; A flash of the night before hits me.\u0026nbsp; A struggle.\u0026nbsp; Tearing at something.\u0026nbsp; My lips curl back and my throat rumbles with the hint of a growl.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nThe urge to hit fills me.\u0026nbsp; To strike and tear and rip and bite rises in my chest until I nearly charge into traffic to tackle the first person I find.\u0026nbsp; I force it down but I still feel the adrenaline rush of it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI stalk carefully, scenting the air with my dull nose.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd, in my mind, Jenny's concerned face softens as she grabs my cock.\u0026nbsp; Fur grows on her face as she whines for it.\u0026nbsp; I push it away again as my cock throbs painfully.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_She'll understand,_ I tell myself as I hide behind a dumpster until an older woman passes on the street.\u0026nbsp; Tiny hairs lift at the back of my neck.\u0026nbsp;_She'll have to.\u0026nbsp; I'll **make** her understand.\u0026nbsp; She'll see what it's like.\u0026nbsp; She'll know.\u0026nbsp; She'll understand._\n\n_\u0026nbsp;_\n\nEven as I think of her, I smell the **_other_**.\u0026nbsp; Another female.\u0026nbsp; Woman.\u0026nbsp; Not female.\u0026nbsp; Woman.\u0026nbsp; Her scent on me.\u0026nbsp; A flash of an emotion.\u0026nbsp; My cock hardens further and I flex my hands open and closed, open and closed.\u0026nbsp; Like I'm remembering the feel of soft flesh beneath them.\u0026nbsp; Fur and flesh.\u0026nbsp; I could find her again.\u0026nbsp; A part of me wants to.\u0026nbsp; To pull her close and keep her close.\u0026nbsp; With me.\u0026nbsp; And Jenny.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nAnd the homeless man?\u0026nbsp; I pause in the alley as I consider him.\u0026nbsp; He feels, well, safe?\u0026nbsp; Not safe but I'm not worried about him for some reason.\u0026nbsp; I feel like I should find him.\u0026nbsp; Talk to him.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nWho **_was_** the other woman?\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nBlack fur.\u0026nbsp; I remember it.\u0026nbsp; A tree.\u0026nbsp; Claws dug into the tree.\u0026nbsp; Mating.\u0026nbsp; It's all just flashes.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\nI move and my small tongue circles my bloody lips, cleaning them until my stomach growls in hunger.\u0026nbsp; And then I orient myself while searching for men roughly my size.\u0026nbsp; I flex my strong hands and then smile when I spot a casually dressed man walking without paying attention to his surroundings.\u0026nbsp;\n\n\u0026nbsp;\n\n_So much prey in the city_, I think as I begin stalking the man.\u0026nbsp; _Jenny.\u0026nbsp; I'll show her.\u0026nbsp; She'll understand._\n\n  \n  \n\n"}