Strange Love
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Strange Love
Chapter 1
By William W. Kelso
"THUD, Ker-THUMP!" Oh shit, I thought, as the van slammed into something I only caught a brief glimpse of as I struggled to keep control. Where the HELL did that come from!? One second the dark country blacktop was empty, then I came over a dip, and something was in the middle of the road! There was no way I could stop in time.
Fighting the wheel desperately I managed to pull over on the shoulder without flipping over or slamming into anything, which was a miracle, but I'm a damn good driver. I jumped out of the van to take a look at the damage, but already knew one headlight was out. I rummaged in the tool kit, but the stupid flashlight was dead, the batteries corroded. Well, shit. It was a fairly bright night due to the almost full moon, and the moonlight and the still working headlight were enough to show a good sized dent in the right front fender and bumper, plus the grill and headlight were toast. Oh, just freaking great, the boss will LOVE this, I thought. My first accident; and a nasty one. And no doubt about what I'd hit, a skunk, un polecat phew! And from the sounds, not dead yet. I could hear high pitched squeals of pain coming from the tall Johnson grass the critter had landed in. With a sigh I started to get back in the van, at least it was still drivable, but the grass thrashed again, and there was another loud squeal of pain.
I paused, damn it, I couldn't just leave it like that, skunk or no, it was still a living creature, and in pain. I reached under the seat and got the old Colt .380 automatic I carried for protection. I wasn't supposed to, but FUCK the company. If they wanted me to deliver controlled substances to rest homes and isolated rural hospitals I sure as HELL was going to have some protection, even if the van was unmarked. If some punk addict thought I'd be an easy mark, think again. Getting killed by some crackhead for $15.00 an hour was NOT the way I planned on checking out. I head another; less loud, squeal that faded into a sobbing groan, as I turned and tried to see the animal. The moon was bright, but the headlight only really lit up the shoulder, and the varmint was in the bar ditch somewhere. This is sooo stupid, I thought, as I walked into the grass to try and put it out of its misery, damn flashlight! I really should have known better then to look for a wounded animal in the dark.
As I entered the tall dry grass the sounds became quieter, and I heard a rustling sound. I halted, maybe it wasn't as badly hurt as I'd thought, but it sure had fucked up the van. I couldn't see it anywhere, but I sure could smell it. Then I froze as I heard a deep growl, from...behind me! I instinctively started to turn, but something slammed into my legs and I felt searing pain in one of my calves, then I was thrown/pushed head over heels into the grass, and whatever it was disappeared without a trace. I jumped up with a scream, fired some shots into the dark at random, jumped into the van, and got the HELL out of Dodge! The suspension was messed up too; and the van wobbled all over the road, but I didn't give a damn, and floored it for several miles. What the FUCK was that thing? I never got a good look at it, but it was one HELL of a big skunk! Looked more like a bear or something, maybe a black bear??
I pulled into a small 24hr Quick Stop at the next little town; the only place open that late, and pulled up under a streetlight so I could take a look at my leg. The upper cuff of my pants was torn and soaked with blood, and it had dripped down and filled my shoe and my soak was soaked, but seemed to have stopped bleeding even thought it hurt like an SOB, throbbing and burning. I hobbled into the store and bought a first aid kit and some rubbing alcohol from the clerk who looked bug eyed at the bloody footprints I left. "Sorry" I said, as I left.
I turned on the dome lights and sat down in the back of the van and took a closer look at the damage. Shit, I could see fang puncture marks on both sides of my calf, nasty ones still welling dark blood, but it was obvious no blood vessels had been torn, plus it was just punctures, no tearing. I rolled up my pants cuff to my knee, and taking a deep breath I got ready to pour some of the alcohol on the bite. This, I thought, is going to hurt. I had NO idea; my screams probably scared the poor clerk to death. I had a couple of small hand towels I carried as sweat rags, and wiped the mess off as soon as it stopped burning so bad, then dumped all the antiseptic that had come in the FA kit all over the wound, then wrapped a large gauze pad over it and taped it. Some blood soaked through, but not a lot. At least it looked better, and felt a lot better. I got back in the van and drove the rest of the way to the depot, dropped off the van, and drove home. I took a hot shower, changed the bandage on the wound; which though swollen looking had stopped bleeding, and, exhausted, fell into bed and slept like the dead.
As I expected a few hours later my boss called and wanted to know 'What the FUCK had happened?', so I gave him a brief rundown. Running over something, getting bitten, have to go to the hospital, not sure if I'll be in for work today. He probably thought I was full of it, but having never had an accident in the five years I'd been working for the company he gave me the benefit of the doubt and told me not to come in unless I really felt like it. He'd have the accident report ready for me to finish filling out with my account of what happened. Since I was already wide awake I got the rest of the way up and went to the Emergency Room.
The doctor on call took a good look at the wound; not as bad as I'd thought, though I could have sworn it had been a lot worse at first, put on a fresh bandage, gave me a few shots; including for rabies, and sent a blood sample in to make sure I hadn't picked up the virus. Even I had I'd be OK though, since I'd come in right away. By that afternoon my leg felt a lot better, so not really having anything to do I decided to go to work after all. I went in early, talked to the boss, who quieted down when he saw my bandaged leg and my copy of the medical insurance claim, and filled out the accident report, loaded up the van, and headed out.
It didn't get late until almost nine o'clock, but starting around eight all of a sudden I started to feel feverish and sweaty, and my leg was itching like crazy. I made my last in-town delivery, and headed out into the countryside to make the isolated ones. It was almost an hour to the next stop, but after about half an hour I began to feel really sick, and pulled into a rest stop to take a break, hoping the cool night air would help me cool off and feel better, the damn van was like an oven even with the AC going. I sat on a bench and chugged a bottle of ice cold water which helped a little bit, then the almost full moon started to rise and I found myself unable to stop staring at it, and the terror began.
With a moan I leaned back against the picnic table as my whole body began to feel like it was on fire, the worst being on my injured leg, it seemed to be spreading out from there. I leaned over and pulled up my pants leg and blinked in shock, my leg was...black?? At first I thought it might be a really bad infection, and pulled off the bandage to look, but as I did my fingers felt...soft fur?? And no sign of the bite, only smooth, furry, skin. I pulled up my other pants legs and my skin was still normal. I felt the burning and tingling reach my crotch and with a surprised grunt felt myself becoming...aroused, my penis stiffening and becoming erect, painfully so. With yell I stood up and dropped my pants, and was shocked and confused to see the black fur had reached my crotch, and was moving up my stomach and down my other leg, my skin twitching and burning as it spread! I felt my balls squirm, and yanked down my undershorts as well, and at first didn't realize it, but now they hung in line with one another and my scrotum had tightened up a little pulling them closer to my body, and a ring of flesh was forming around the base of my cock and moving up it, I was growing a sheath! I turned to go to the van and get the phone, but suddenly my spine cracked with audible pops and I sat back down with a moan of pain and leaned across the table, God that had hurt, and it was getting worse! Something was very seriously wrong.
I felt the toes on my left leg suddenly clench and flex painfully, and rolling on my side lifted up my foot and look at the...nasty claws on the tips of my toes, which were shaped all wrong now, my foot looked more like a...paw? I gave a squeal of pain as my other foot suddenly underwent the same transformation, my toes flexing and cracking as they changed shape and claws pushed out from under my nails. Oh God, what was happening to me!? I felt my cock throb, and looking down saw it had turned a dark red color, and was changing shape!
"NOOOOO! UGGHH, AAAHHHHH!" I screamed, as the pain increased and my spine spasmed brutally; rippling and popping, and I felt a sudden pressure at the base, and moaned as I felt something pushing out and realized in horror that I was growing what could only be a tail! I could feel it slapping against my rear as it whipped back and forth.
"No, no, uggghhh, please, nooo!" I sobbed as I leaned against the picnic table, the black fur closing over my shoulders and flowing down my arms, and I felt it burning as it spread across my head and face, my cock throbbing and aching with need. My whole body was shuddering and twitching like I was having an attack of some kind; and I shrieked as I felt my jaws began to stretch and push out. "Uggghhhh, NOOOO! Whiiiine!"
"Nuuueeeeaahhhhhhh!!" Oh God it hurt!, as my skull became malleable and pushed and molded itself into a new shape while I grunted and mewled in agony and disbelief, running my growing thickening tongue over increasingly long and sharp fangs, my nose quivering wetly as new smells flooded my senses. Oh, oh, please God, make it stop!
"Nur, nur, hur, urf, grunt, yip, grrrrwwllll" I slobbered as my fingers cramped, sharp claws pushing out of the tips of my fingers as my palms became tough pads. I felt the fur ripple as it flowed and thickened, and then, suddenly, without warning, my lust peaked and I orgasmed brutally, screaming in agonizing ecstasy as my cock exploded, blasting thick ropes of sticky cum all over the top of the picnic table and on my black chest fur.
Whimpering; and gasping for breath, I braced myself against the table as my penis receded into my sheath, the change was over, the pain fading to a dull ache. And other then the thick spunk dripping from my fur my lust had also dissipated. Now there only remained for me to open my eyes and try and understand what the HELL had happened to me!?! As I got my deep ragged panting under control I straightened up and looked down at the 'new' me in horrified confusion. Oh My God, I realized, I'm a Werewolf!! Holy crap!
I looked at the shiny black fur covering my body, the nasty claws on my fingers and toes of my paws, my rather large fur covered balls and short thick penis sheath, and could smell the strong scent of my own cum, but there was another smell as well. Strong, but not really offensive, at least not to me. But there was something about it...? I looked over my shoulder, surprised I could turn my head so far around, and saw the two wide white stripes down my back and my large bushy tail. Oh, God Damn it to Hell, I'm a WereSKUNK!??!
Suddenly I saw headlights coming down the road, and some kind of instinct kicked in, and before you knew it I was over the fence bordering the rest stop and deep into the brushy woods. I stopped, and crouched down, my attention on the rest stop. I was amazed at how sensitive my hearing was now as I flicked my ears towards the passing car, and man could I move fast! The car kept on going, so I waited a minute, and then got up and returned to the rest stop. The fence was chainlink, seven feet tall, and I was up and over before I even realized I'd done it. Wow. When I reached the picnic table I just stood there in the moonlight, completely confused and unsure as to what exactly had happened, and what I was supposed to do now.
Wasn't I supposed to be running around howling; wanting to rip someone's face off, and then eat them, or something? I mean, I'd seen the movies and stuff. I was supposed to be an insane drooling blood and lust crazed monster, howling at the moon and chasing scantily clad; really stupid, women through dark spooky woods, preferably with fog. And I WAS hungry, so got out my dinner and wolfed down the two PBJ sandwiches in seconds, followed by the apple (MMMM!), pickle, and bag of chips. And boy, some raw eggs would be nice too! Eggs? RAW?? What the HELL kind of monster was I, anyway?? I mean, I felt pretty damn good all things considered, I still felt like ME, but knew I was something else too. I tucked my tail between my legs and sat down on the bench, tears running down my muzzle. I didn't want to be like this, a...a SKUNK! And what it if was, was for good? Oh God, to be like this for the rest of my life! My life was already about as screwed up as it could possibly be, I did NOT need this too! This, I thought, is totally FUCKED up! Who the hell ever heard of a Wereskunk!?!
I had to get help! Half-heartedly I tried to put my pants back on, but it was a no go, not with that tail, damn thing was really big, and fluffy. I ran my claws through it, the feeling nice; it was so silky and smooth. I gave a little purr like sound of pleasure as I stroked my tail, and felt a stirring in my penis sheath as I felt my lust returning. I watched as my dark red wet looking penis came poking and sliding out of its sheath, and it was a good seven inches long as it reached its full extension, hard and rampant. It was pointed with a rather low corona, part human and part animal. With a moan I gently gripped and squeezed it, man that felt good! I was so pre-occupied with inspecting this sudden development that I almost didn't hear another car approaching, and cock bobbing in front of me I jumped the fence again and faded into brush. I took cover and watched until the car passed, and then stood up. Reaching down I felt my still rock hard cock, throbbing now, and realized it wasn't just going to go away. I'd have to...do something about it. There was no way I could find a lady skunk and try to mate with it, I was too damn big, so that left only one other option. So I leaned against a convenient tree and started to masturbate, sliding my paw up and down my shaft, which was nice and slick from the thick pre my cock was oozing in large amounts. I was no stranger to masturbation, but it had never felt this good! The pleasure was acutely intense, and I grunted and chrred in pleasure as I leisurely stroked myself, my balls pulsing, my cock throbbing with need.
"Urrrrrr, urrrrrr, ugghhhh!" I moaned as I pleasured myself. Then as the pleasure peaked and I climaxed, cum spurting from the tip of my cock, I gasped, "RUUURRR, OH HOLY CRAP, THAT'S IT, OH YEEAAHHH, GRRRRWWLLL!"
I shook most of the thick cum off my paw, and then licked it clean. That had been...disturbing. It had felt wonderful, but it hadn't been quite, well, human. There had been an intensity, a need, that self pleasuring had only blunted. My cock sank part way back into its sheath, but stayed semi-erect as if expecting ...something else, my lust not quite dying away. With a soft whimper I lifted my head and sniffed the night air, realizing I needed...something. But then I also remembered something else, I'd talked! I didn't think Werewolves, or whatever the hell kind of Were I was, could talk. I licked my black rubbery lips, and said,
"Urrf, urrrr, uhhh, hero, urrr, hello?" There, I COULD talk! It was a little hard to force the sounds around a tongue and out of a mouth no longer human, but my words were clear and understandable. I thought about calling for help, but what would I say anyway, 'Hello, boss, I just turned into a half human/half skunk monster, would you come and pick me up? Oh, and wear a gasmask.'? And if I tried to flag down a car, or trooper, well, THAT was a no-brainer. I'd probably get run-down, or shot AND run-down. 'Hey bubba, whatcha got there?' Hell if ah'know, but sure is UGLY, and P-U!' Nope, I was staying in the bushes until sun-up when; hopefully, I'd change back.
I went back to the van and look put my clothes and everything in it and locked it down tight. All I kept was the keys. I'd stay close by, and if anyone messed with it I'd scare the CRAP out of them. I started to leave, then turned back and looked at myself in the oversize back-up mirror. A large fairly pointed muzzled head covered in black fur with a white blaze in the center and white fur on top looked back at me with beady black eyes that reflected the moonlight; my night vision was excellent, it was as bright as day. A black wet sensitive nose quivered as it constantly sniffed the night air, bristly whiskers sticking out every which way. The ears were fairly small, but mobile as I flicked them back and forth towards the slightest sounds. I ran a long tongue over black rubbery lips, pulling them back to reveal nasty white fangs. Boy, I could chew someone up with those I realized. Then I detected the sounds of an approaching car, so with a growl turned and jumped the fence again, one paw on top, up and over. I was gone in seconds. I found a good spot deep in the shadows of a small copse of trees to wait out the night. I was still partially aroused, and suddenly the night breeze brought me a tantalizing scent. Instantly I was fully aroused again, almost painfully so. I knew what it was, a female skunk in estrus, and from the cries she'd found a mate. With a moan of longing I reached down and started to masturbate again, despite that wonderful scent I knew she wasn't for me. Even if I did find her there was no way we could mate, I was just too large, too different, neither human or skunk, but some mixture of both. But that scent, oh God! Grunting and moaning I jacked off, reaching orgasm fairly soon, squealing as my cum blasted forth, incredibly pleasurable. Then again, and again, driven on by that enticing scent and my raging lust. It was wonderful and miserable at the same time. Only by self pleasuring myself was I able to keep from going and trying to do the impossible.
Finally, hours later, the sun came up. And with it came a feeling of heat and nausea as I returned to my human form. Gasping I got up off my hands and knees where I'd fallen during the reverse transformation. I felt like total shit, my cock and balls sore. With a moan I staggered around the edge of the fence, no way I could climb it now in bare feet, cursing as I stubbed a toe against a rock and stepped in stickers. "Ow, ow, God Damn it!" Finally I reached the van and slipped back into my clothes. Now what to do?? I hadn't made the rest of the night deliveries, and I'm sure the boss was going ape-shit by now. So I drove to next stop, dropped off the meds with the irate nurses, and called the boss with a lame sounding story about breaking down, and not being able to get any bars on my phone, and finally managing to fix the van and get it going again. He was pissed, and told me to finish the deliveries and he'd see me next week as there was no way I'd get back before he was gone for the weekend, and I had this weekend off. So, see you next Monday, take care! Well, I thought that went a LOT better then I'd hoped. So I finished the deliveries, a few nurses and doctors wrinkling their noses and giving me one of those 'what did you step in?' looks. Then it was back to the depot, drop off the van, and home to...what?
I paced my apartment like a caged animal; I knew last night had been real, too damn real! The bite mark was gone entirely, and I felt, well, absolutely wonderful now! My bum knee was gone, my back didn't ache like usual after a long night of driving, but I was NOT happy about it; I knew it was because of what had happened to me, because of what I was now. But, what EXACTLY was I now? Wereskunk?, that sounded, well, stupid! And what about tonight, what if I changed again? I mean, to do it in the middle of nowhere was one thing, but it was bound to be noticed in an apartment complex if I started screaming again. God it had hurt! And if someone confronted me, what would I do? All in all I'd been pretty mellow last night, but I hadn't been seen anybody. If someone confronted me like that I had NO idea what I would do.
Getting online I surfed the net. Plenty on Werewolves, and other Lycans, or 'lycanthropes', but zilch on Wereskunk's. According to some 'references' it was possible to turn into almost any kind of animal, and I was really more of a 'therianthrope' or 'zoanthrope', whatever the FUCK that meant. Most of the people who wrote this stuff seemed to be utter loonies to me, but then again, I was very real, or at least my 'affliction' was. And I didn't FEEL crazy either, so insanity was out the window. If anything I was TOO sane, I should be running around freaking out. I spent so much time on the net I almost forgot about the time, and looking up realized it was getting dark. Oh crap! And I could FEEL it stirring, deep inside me. Oh, double crap!
I grabbed my car keys, and locking up my apartment I hurried to my car and drove out into a very remote area I knew about. Then; scared to death, I took my clothes off and waited. The moon came up and I felt hot and feverish, but nothing happened. But I felt...something. Looking at my hand I 'let' that pleasant 'itch' in, and watched as fur spread across my hand as claws pushed out of my finger tips. Then I pushed it back under, and my hand returned to normal. Well, this was interesting! Did that mean I could have turned back last night? But no, something told me I'd had no choice about last night. I looked at the moon, and closing my eyes let the change wash over me, and moaned in pleasure as I felt myself become something else, but was still me at the same time. There was no pain this time, only an almost sexual pleasure as soft warm fur flowed over my body, my form fluidly changing into a new one with ease, and I felt an intense tingle of almost ecstasy as my tail pushed out and fluffed, no pain, no popping or cracking bones, and I churred and huffed in pleasure. It felt absolutely wonderful! I gave another moan as I felt my penis change, my balls growing larger and heavier, and when it ended I had another problem. My cock was rock hard, achingly so, and an intense lust washed over me. With a grunt of pleasure I began masturbating, it was that, or try and find a lady skunk to fuck; no thank you.
I rested one paw against a tree as I pleasured myself, growling and churring, then yelped as a massive orgasm racked my body, my cock drenching the tree's bark with sticky cum. Oh man, that had felt good! As the pleasure faded and my cock started to retract I stood up and stretched. Well, that was nice, time to go home. I tried to change back, but it was a no go. Well, crap. But I wasn't terribly upset, I liked being like this. It felt so, well, natural. My stomach suddenly rumbled, and I realized I was hungry as hell. But I hadn't thought; or had time, to bring any food tonight. My stomach growled again. Damn I was hungry! And since Burger King was out; somehow I figured a giant skunk man would be noticed even if he used the drive-through, I'd have to find food somewhere else.
I raised my muzzle and snuffled, and a faint smell reached me. Aha, that way! A couple of miles later I reached what I'd smelled, a fairly large ranch/farm. And there, under some large old trees, was a large chicken coop! I could smell it, and drooled at the thought of fresh eggs, maybe even a hen or two! My stomach rumbled again, and instinctively I circled around to where the underbrush came up closest to the coop, not even aware just how much I'd become the animal my body wore. I moved quietly up to the coop, and undoing the latch slipped inside. Just inside the door a couple of baskets hung on nails. Why, thank you very much, I thought. Taking one I moved carefully down the rows of sleeping hens and slid my hand into their nests, and soon had a basket overflowing with fresh warm eggs. I thought seriously about taking a couple of hens, but decided not to, the thought of the eggs was making me ravenous. So far everything had gone just fine, but as I left the coop one of my paws got entangled in a wad of baling wire I hadn't noticed, and panicking I tried to kick it off and stumbled against the side of the henhouse. The results were instant and loud, and it woke up the local dogs.
Panicking I ran into the brush with a couple of big dogs close behind, and before I even realized I was doing it dropped to all fours, raised my bristling tail, squeezed, and let them have it; with my ass, as I sprayed them. As the streams of potent fluid hit the dogs they squealed, and yelping ran back the way they'd come even faster. I'd managed to keep a hold of the eggs, and quickly finished making my escape, appalled at what I'd done. Oh gross! Even my own nose was twitching from the smell; it was one thing when it was inside you, but another when it was out! "Ewwwwwww!' I squalled as I ran through the night.
Eventually I calmed down enough to stop my headlong flight, and took refuge in a thick clump of saplings and large bushes. After making sure there was no further pursuit I sat down and tucking my tail between my legs I leaned against a tree and feasted on the eggs, cracking their shells and sucking out the contents with slurps of delight, making a mess of course. I even ate some for the shells, didn't bother me any. As I was stuffing myself I froze as I head a faint noise; and looking down watched as another skunk; a natural one, entered the small clearing. He was kind of unsure what to make of me, but the offering of a couple of eggs convinced him I was no threat, and we finished pigging out in mutual contentment. When we were done I looked at him, and asked softly,
"Urf, well little brother, we're quite the pair, aren't we? But at least you know what you are, I, on the other hand, haven't a clue." The eggs gone, he sniffed me one more time, then left, leaving me feeling strangely lonely. Lucky little bastard, I thought.
When the sun rose I changed back, easily with grunts of pleasure. Then, curious, I willed myself to change again, and started to. But I stopped that little experiment quickly; I did NOT want to get stuck all day long as a giant skunk man! At night I felt pretty safe, in the day, no way! I retrieved my clothes, and drove back home. As soon as I got there I took a shower and scrubbed and scrubbed, but the smell was still there, faint but noticeable. I had to ditch my clothes. I got back on line and figured out something that sounded right. The night I hit the 'Wereskunk' that had bit me had been the night of the full moon, the night after when I had changed had been the first night after the completely full moon. Guess I had to change on both of those nights; and the night before the full moon, but otherwise it was 'optional'. Good to know. OK, at least it wasn't a nightly nightmare. But still, no way I wanted to stay like this, as... interesting as it was. So I looked for 'cures' for therianthropy, or whatever it was I had. And was dismayed, there didn't seem to be any. The only possibility was that according to some legends if you killed the Werewolf that originally bit you then you'd become human again, but the question was, did it work for a Wereskunk? Only one way to find out, I'd find the fucker and blow his head off.
I figured my best chance would be to return to the same place I'd run the bastard over; on the next night I HAD to change, and hunt him down. And screw the fangs and claws stuff, I was taking a weapon. I didn't have any way to get any silver bullets, but figured I'd blast him to pieces and then finish him off the 'natural' way, by ripping his throat out with my fangs. It would be easier if I'd blown an arm or leg off first. Screw a 'fair' fight. Chances are he was probably bigger and meaner then I was anyway, after all I'd run him over with a Chevy van and he'd gotten up, bit me, and then run off.
When I went back to work Monday there was a problem, I stank, no doubt about it. I hardly even noticed it, but everyone else sure did. I came up with a story about getting sprayed by a skunk; not mentioning I WAS the skunk, and with the help of liberal applications of underarm deodorant and nightly and morning hot baths with plenty of body wash I managed to get by, just barely. The smell seemed to wan towards the middle of the month, and then increase again as the next full moon approached. And so did the urge to change, it was an intoxicating almost irresistible call, and I found myself stopping several times after finishing my route to go 'natural' for a few hours. Each time I did it felt even better, more natural, more 'right'. By the time the first night before the full moon came along I was willingly changing every night, especially on my nights off. But finally the 'big' night came.
I loaded a sawed off shotgun, along with a box of .00 buckshot, in the back of my car, and drove out to approx. where I thought I'd run over the other Wereskunk. It was hard to know exactly where it was as I'd been pretty shaken up that night, but I knew I was in the right area, in the middle of nowhere. I hid the car down an overgrown dirt track, and getting out stripped, folding my clothes and locked them in the trunk. I leaned against the car and braced myself as the moon rose, the change rising in me as I moaned in pleasure, oh God it felt so good now! The change was fast, taking less than a minute. With a happy churr I stood up, and then put on a cartridge belt; nothing else, and picked up the shotgun. Time to go hunting.
To my surprise I picked up a scent fairly quickly; I'd been worried it might take months, or years, to track him down. I soon came across a fairly well traveled trail, the scent quite concentrated and fresh. But there was...something about it I couldn't quite place. I moved down the trail slowly, shotgun ready, my nostrils flaring, ears flicking back and forth, as I 'hunted' my 'prey'. Of course if I'd bothered to think it over I should have realized if he'd been a Wereskunk for any length of time he'd be much more 'used' to it and its 'abilities', and that this was his territory and he'd know it like the back of his paw. So his attack came suddenly and without any warning of any kind. But still, I also had new abilities and instinctively whirled and fired blindly. I missed, but the flash helped blind him for a few seconds and threw off his attack.
He'd been waiting downwind, having obviously smelled me in more than enough time to set up his ambush. He leapt from the top of a large boulder, and as I fired the muzzle flash illuminated a wide open snarling mouth full of nasty fangs, and...BREASTS?...large, obviously female, breasts. I don't know which startled me more, and I just stood there as SHE slammed into me, and we went tumbling heads over tails screeching and snarling as I instinctively defended myself once I'd recovered from my shock. The shotgun went flying off into the brush, beyond reach even if I could find it. We broke apart and she crouched, as did I, each of us snarling.
She was smaller than I was by a good fifty pounds, but she was also enraged and in a 'fight or die' frenzy, which gave her an advantage. I was a stranger who had invaded her 'territory' and stalked her, so it was kick ass time. If I'd have been her size she'd probably had torn me up worse than she did, and I was already bleeding from a row of nasty claw marks on my back, but I was already healing too. And it hadn't been one sided, the shotgun blast had hit her after all, at least one pellet had left a nasty crease down the side of her head causing her right eye to be blinded by blood, and I'd dug a claw into her side at some point, a deep nasty gash. She gave a deep guttural snarl, shaking her head to try and clear the blood from her eye, and attacked. She moved so fast it caught me by surprise again; how embarrassing, and she barreled into my chest and we both went over in a tangle of snapping jaws and flailing raking claws, our guttural snarls and growls loud in the still night as we rolled around in a furry ball of rage.
Eventually I found myself on the bottom, her snapping fangs only inches from my throat, and in a panic I did something she maybe didn't expect, I made a fist and punched her on the wounded side of her head, and she howled and rolled off to one side, stunned. Maybe it was a sucker punch, but I was scared shitless. You have NO idea what that snarling maw full of dripping fangs looked like only a few inches away from your own muzzle. Now it was my time to move fast, and with a lightning fast pounce I landed on her back and pinned her, my fangs clamped down on the back of her neck. She yowled and bucked under me, screeching in rage, but I held on with all my strength and bit harder, pinning her wildly thrashing arms with my own by tightly hugging her, and found my hands crushing soft globes of flesh. She suddenly shuddered and went still, giving a soft wailing squeal of pain and submission.
By now the intensity of the combat, the excitement, fear, and pain had brought out the animal in me. I had not yet pleasured myself for the night, and after changing was always a little aroused, and as my nose; buried in the soft fur of her neck, took in her lovely heady scent I felt myself becoming...excited in a new way. I ran my hands over her breasts, her nipples hard and rubbery, and growled softly as I felt my erection brush against her stiff tail. Suddenly realizing my intentions she began to struggle again, but half heartedly, and her snarls soon became soft squeals and gasps of growing pleasure as I fondled her breasts and rubbed her nipples. Oh Jesus, I'd never wanted, never needed a female, more than I did now. Any thoughts of killing her where long gone, washed away by my growing lust and need.
Reaching behind me I grabbed her tail and pulled it up and to one side as I positioned myself, jaws still firmly around her neck. She yowled as she gave one last desperate heave, then shrieked in pain and pleasure as I got the angle right and mounted her with a powerful lunge, giving a muffled squeal of ecstasy as my penis slid into her tight, slick, wet sex. I lunged several more times until her vagina spread enough to let me hilt, and then with a guttural snarling moan of pleasure I started coupling with her, thrusting with a strong, steady, rhythm. It was a pure sexual euphoria that I can't begin to describe, the best of human and animal sex combined and increased tenfold. She whimpered and yelped as I mated with her, and releasing her neck; it was no longer necessary as she had submitted to me, I began to gently lick the wound on the side of her head, and she turned her muzzle so her tongue could find mine, and we tasted one another, our growls ones of lust and pleasure now as we moved together. She gathered her legs under her to lift us up a little to give me a better, more natural angle, to service her, and I gave a deep moan of pure bliss as I slipped a little further into her slick hot embrace, and the feel of her velvety smooth vaginal muscles against my sex was wonderful beyond belief. And her scent, it was the most enticing and beautiful thing I'd ever smelled. As I felt my climax building and approaching I rested my head against her neck with my eyes closed, gasping and panting as the pleasure built and built, then I gave a loud squalling screech of pure ecstasy as I orgasmed, my cum pouring into her sex as she screeched her own release. We squealed and gave deep grunting chuffs of mutual joy as wave after wave of sheer ecstasy washed over our straining bodies. I had never felt anything remotely like it; it was the most wonderful thing in the world.
We rested for awhile breathing heavily as I licked the back of her head and neck, then with a grunt of pleasure I began thrusting into her again, and she threw her head back with her mouth open in a silent scream of delight, eyes clenched closed from the intensity of her pleasure. As I fucked her again, long and slow, we both moaned and squealed as we slowly reached another mutual climax, and again we both screamed as we came from the sheer intensity of our climaxes. I waited awhile until our waves of pleasure had faded, then finally, reluctantly, dismounted with a grunt of satisfaction.
As I rocked back on my paws she rolled over on her back and looked at me. So far we hadn't said a word, all our sounds had been those of rutting animals, and it stayed that way. Words simply weren't needed. I dropped down on my hands and rubbed my muzzle against hers, our tongues licking and entwining, then I turned my attentions to her large firm breasts. Her belly and chest skin was a whitish/pink color with a covering of soft white fur, fairly thin on her breasts, her nipples as black as her lips. I licked her breasts, tonguing and sucking gently at her large rubbery nipples, and she gave a soft squeal of pleasure and pulled gently at the back of my head to encourage me. Growling softly I licked and nipped at her nipples a little longer, the attracted by the irresistible scent of her sex I moved my muzzle lower, running my tongue over her belly as she writhed and yipped in pleasure. She spread her legs wide for me to give me complete access to her nethers, and I used my fingers; digging my claws in gently, to spread her sex until her mound bloomed for me. Her outer labia majora lips were fairly large and concealed her inner sex well, but her labia minora lips were smaller and tight, her clitoris quite large and swollen, her vaginal orifice well stretched by our couplings, fluids leaking from it in a slow dribble. Her anus was a small tight hole, flanked by two small greasy looking openings that I knew where her scent glands, just like the ones I had now. The scent coming from them was strong, but not unpleasant.
With a growl I pushed my muzzle against her sex and lapped eagerly at her pussy, the taste of her and my own sexual fluids heady. She kicked weakly and grasped the back of my head, giving guttural squeals of pleasure. Finally I lifted my head, and leaning forward I lowered myself on to the top of her and she arched herself as I slid into her, giving a shrill cry of ecstasy, and I fucked her nice and slow, speeding up and slowing down, bringing us to the brink again and again as I made love to her as more of a man then animal as we mated again, and she squalled and clawed at my back, her heels drumming the ground and kicking wildly, and finally, unable to hold back any longer, I sped up my thrusts and we both screeched in agonized ecstasy as we had the most intense and incredibly pleasure orgasms yet, and it felt like they lasted forever. And as I pulled out my penis slowly pulled back into my sheath; and I was temporarily spent, and one very happy skunk. It was the best sex I'd ever had.
As we lay and licked and 'kissed' one another I was surprised to realize how much time had passed, it would be light in a couple of hours. I held her close and felt her breathing slow, and to my surprise she fell asleep! I rested my head on one of her large soft breasts and tried to understand what had happened, but quickly fell asleep myself, a deep contented sleep. And when I woke up, she was gone!
I panicked at first, NO, not after last night! Then I calmed down, the sex HAD been incredible, but then again we'd been trying to kill each other at first. Or had we?? I was also surprised to find I was still in my Wereskunk form even though the sun was up. I checked quickly, and found I could shift, so THAT was a big relief. I got up and looked around, I wasn't sure how far away my car was, or how soon I could find it. Running around naked; at least in my human form, didn't sound like much fun, so I decided to stay like I was, for now anyway. Plus it would make it easier to follow her scent, which was easy as it was now imprinted in my memory, I could never forget it. I realized with a start that was because we had done more than just have sex, we had mated, in every sense of the word. The animal part of me saw her as my mate. With a worried snuffle I started following the trail. What is SHE didn't want ME? Then I started to run down the trail, what if she'd driven out here too, and was gone now?? What if I never found her again?!? I gave a squeal of panic; I didn't want to be alone, not like this! I ran faster, please, oh please!
I reached the crest of a low hill, and paused in surprise. Nestled in a kind of hollow flanked by other low hills was a very nice, fairly new, two story house. There was a barn and outbuildings in the back, and a new SUV was parked out front, and the trail led straight to the house. I crouched in the bushes and carefully looked around, ears flicking, listening. Once I left the cover of the brush and saplings I'd be completely exposed, but her scent led directly to the house, so with a worried growl I left the cover and warily approached the house. The scent led around to the back, and the back door was open. I approached very cautiously, and as I entered the door my claws tapped on the tile floor. I froze as a woman's voice said,
"I'm in here."
Flattening my ears I stuck my head around a door frame, and it was a large well appointed kitchen. A woman was sitting at a table wearing a bathrobe, a human woman, but I knew it was her. She was about my age, give or take a year or two, and while not beautiful in the classic sense was well proportioned and had a large generous face. She gave a kind of grimace, and said,
"Have a seat. We need to, er...talk."
No shit, I thought, as I slid into a seat across from her, sticking my tail through the open back chair. I switched it back and forth nervously.
"Hi, my name is Angie", she said with a small, strained, smile.
"Urrrf? I said, uh, urrrkk, churf, ah, I, my name is, urrr, Glenn." I finally managed to say.
"Well, I guess it's um, nice to meet you Glenn. Are you hungry?"
I tucked my head in embarrassment as my stomach suddenly chose that exact moment to rumble, rather loudly.
"I thought you would be, the change takes a lot out of you." She said with a slightly bigger smile. "Wait here for a minute."
As she got up and opened a large fridge I noticed she wasn't wearing any shoes, and except for the robe it was obvious she was naked. I stared at her rump and felt a familiar stir in my sheath, but fought it down. NO, not now. I had to know more, find out what WE were. Despite being 'nude' in front of her I felt no real embarrassment about that, though I was glad the table would hide any, er, more obvious signs of my continued...interest. After all, we weren't exactly 'strangers', and being partially an animal gave me a different view point about the concept of nudity. I actually felt more embarrassed that she was almost nude, in her human form that is. It made me feel even more like a, well, beast.
She came back with a large bowl of assorted fruit, a bowl of eggs; raw!, and a big plate of sliced ham. Oh mama! I was ravenous, and almost before she set the bowls down I started eating. I stuffed my muzzle for a minute, and then paused as I realize she wasn't eating. Appalled at my manners; or lack thereof, I stopped and pushed the dishes towards her, but she smiled again, and said,
"Thanks, but I've already eaten. Help yourself."
And I did, and how. I lost track of how much I ate, but when I was done my belly had a pleasant feeling little bulge in it. I opened my mouth to say something, and to my horror gave a large fruity burp, and clasped my paws over my muzzle. Oh, how embarrassing!
She laughed, and said, "I'm glad you enjoyed your breakfast."
"Urrfff, ar, ah'm, I'm sorry, I said, I don't normally do that. Thank you for the food, urf, I was starving."
"You're welcome, she said. Um, do you mind if I ask, um, why are you still like...that? We can change back you know."
"Urruf, yes, I know, I said. I didn't have any clothes though, and it was better to run around like...this."
She nodded her head, "Yes, I can certainly understand that. But I always change back during the day; it's not a good idea to run around like that in the daylight."
"Yes, I said, I know what you mean, but I figured being so far from anywhere it was pretty safe. Um, look, I'm really sorry, about, um..."
"Last night?" she broke in, her voice a little bitter.
"Urf! No! I said, I mean, well, Yes, I...no, I mean, about running over you last month! I didn't mean to do it!"
"Yes, she said, I figured that was probably you. Why didn't you just keep going!? I didn't want to bite you, but when you came looking for me, and I saw the gun, I just panicked! I was still in a lot of pain, and it was instinctive. I thought you might be a...hunter."
"I, I just thought you were an animal, well, a normal animal, and were suffering. I didn't want to leave something by the side of the road to die alone and in pain. But, but I ran over you! How could you...?"
"Look at your chest, she said, see, no wounds. Look at my head, no wound. That part of the legends are true, we heal amazingly fast. By the time I had reached my house I was completely healed from the accident even though I'm pretty sure my back was broken."
"WE? I asked, what ARE we?" And whined in confusion.
"We're a kind of Were, she said, but unfortunately not one of the more 'desirable' ones, for obvious reasons. But the rules are pretty much the same as for Werewolves. And we're much rarer, not too many Wereskunks running around. I'm, I'm sorry you had to 'find' the only one for probably thousands of miles."
"Ok, urf, I said, I had pretty much figured it was something like that. But how, I mean, where did, how did you...?"
"Me? I was bitten fifteen years ago during a camping trip, bitten AND raped by the Wereskunk. When I realized what I'd become I went back and tried to find him; like you did with me, but he was long gone. I guess he was just another camper, or passing through, or maybe even a feral."
"Feral? Urrrr?" I asked.
"Yes, someone who keeps their Were form all the time and lives in the wild like an animal. Some were locked in that form by the trauma of their first change; they don't know they can change back. Others were cursed and locked in the beast from by a spell. That's one way we differ from the wolves though, we have more control, so it's very rare one of us will go feral. I figure more likely he just couldn't take the...loneliness anymore, and sought relief for his needs the only way he could. Unfortunately he chose me for that relief. Due to our size we're limited to other Wereskunk's or humans for sexual partners, and of course once you have sex with a Were you become one, sexual juices or saliva, both infect you. But I don't hate him anymore, not after having been like this for five years. The other species of Were's shun us because of our, um, olfactory handicap.
"You mean there are kinds of, urf, things like us, Weres, other than wolves and skunks?" I blurted. And, frankly, I thought she smelled just fine.
"Oh, you'd be surprised, Angie said, there are a lot of different kinds of Were's, and other...things, out there. They just don't advertise the fact and keep to themselves. Most people don't know about and/or believe in them, which is the way they; we, like it. Like yourself I had NO idea things like us existed until I became one. It was quite a...shock."
"It IS quite an eye opener", I said. I tapped my claws on the table top as we looked at each other, and started to speak again, but she beat me to it.
"Look, she said, Glenn, about last night. I, um, don't blame you. We both had...needs, and I um, uh..." Then she started crying! She put her head in her hands and sobbed.
With a worried churr I got up and hurried around the table, and hesitantly putting my paws on her shoulders I bent over her and whined softly, licking her ears worriedly, both my animal and humans parts not liking to see her in such distress. To my dismay she started crying even more. I backed away, and said,
"Urf, rurrrr, I'm sorry, I'll go! I, I didn't mean to hurt you! Please, please don't, uffff, cry! I'll go!"
"NO, wait, please!! She said, don't go, you don't understand!" And she grabbed my arm. "Please don't leave me alone again; you don't know what it's been like! Being like this for fifteen years, alone and shunned by everyone, human and Were! Last night was the first time since my, my change that I-I've..., and oh God it was wonderful! Please don't leave me alone again, I couldn't stand it!"
I crouched down and hugged her, and she buried her face in my shoulder fur, her tears wet on my skin. I held her tightly and churred while she cried, her scent sweet and spicy. Leave my mate? My love? I don't think so! I thought, as long as she'll have me I'm hers, in whatever form she wants.
I hugged her until she started hiccupping, and finally she regained most of her composure.
"Thank you." She said softly.
"You sure you're OK? Urrr?" I asked as I held her, and licked an ear.
She giggled, "That tickles!" Then giggled again when I licked her ear again.
"You taste nice, I said, and smell nice." I pushed my nose in her dark black hair and took a deep sniff. "Very nice." I added.
"You, you really think so??" She asked.
"I know so." I replied, nibbling at her ear again. God I wanted her!
Suddenly I felt her scent change, and her body shifted in my embrace, and started I pulled back. In just a few seconds Angie was gone, replaced by another Wereskunk, a very female Wereskunk. She spoke in a slightly deeper, but still feminine, voice,
"I think we'll both, urf, be more comfortable this way, for now." She swiveled to face me in her chair, then stood up and let the robe fall to the floor, and I saw her for the first time in decent lighting, the kitchen's fluorescent lights left nothing hidden. She was probably a head shorter then I was, a little stockier, her pelt a lustrous black sable color with white belly fur, white blaze on her muzzle, and white on the top of her head. Her muzzle was a little more pointed then mine with just a touch of pink, and I thought it was cute as Hell. Her breasts were large and firm, her shiny black aureoles and nipples peaking through a dusting of white fur. Her mound was also fur covered, with just a crease revealing her sex. I could only stare. I could tell she was nervous, her tail swishing back and forth. She looked down at the floor, and asked,
"Do, do you, errrff, like me?" She looked up briefly, licked her muzzle, and looked back down.
Suddenly I realized I was aroused and rampant, my cock rock hard, and she'd seen that when she looked up. She was still nervous, but her scent had changed again, and I could tell she was...interested. With a soft growl I went to her, and put my hands on her shoulder and licked her ears until she raised her head, then I licked her nose and lips, and soon she was returning the 'kisses'.
"I like you very much." I whispered in her ear, "very much."
I moved my hands to her breasts, and her nipples were already swollen and stiff, and she churred softly as I gently fondled them. I slid my arms around her waist and pulled her into a close embrace, her soft breasts felt wonderful against my own chest fur.
"I, I won't force you, I said, not like last night."
She said, "You didn't force me last night, not really. The minute I caught your scent I wanted you. You know how it is after we change, how much we need sexual relief. You were the first fellow Wereskunk I'd ever scented after my change, and were male, you have NO idea how that effected me. Frankly I think I was trying to rape you, more than kill you! And then, when you subdued me, and were...aroused too I hoped, and you..."
I gave her a squeeze, "Urf, good I said, I'd hate to think I'd hurt you, forced myself on you. God, I suddenly realized in horror, I almost SHOT you!"
"Well, she snickered; it WAS one Hell of a first date!"
I pulled my upper body back, and pressed my muzzle against hers, and she let me run my tongue in her mouth, and hers explored mine. "I'm glad I'm a lousy shot." I said.
She didn't answer, just took my muzzle in her hands and we kissed again, long and ardently, growling softly as our muzzle ground together. After that the time for talking was over.
I ran my hands down her back and cupped her rear, which was fairly narrow, she had human hips, but they were quite small and muscular, no softness at all. I took her tail and let it run through my fingers, and shuddered at the erotic feeling. She liked it too, nibbling at my ear and chittering. I lowered my muzzle to her breasts and licked her nipples, and taking one in my mouth gently nipped it, and she gave a squeal of pleasure. She suddenly crouched down, and I gasped as I felt her tongue curl around my penis, and began to slide up and down its aching length. I grabbed her head and churred deeply, ohh, that felt incredible! She cupped and squeezed my balls as she licked my cock, and then she lifted her head a little higher, and began to swallow me. I bucked forward a little, whimpering from the pleasure of feeling her warm slick mouth swallow me, her fangs tickling as they rubbed against my sex.
"Urf, urf, urrrrrr, ohhhh, churrrrrr!" I moaned.
She left me slide from her mouth, and standing back up she ground against me, and we kissed hard, our hands exploring one another, and she suddenly pulled away, and said,
"Errrfff, please! I, I...please!" And pulling free she turned around, and leaning over braced herself against the kitchen table, tail raised, as she presented herself for me. I didn't hesitate.
With a snarl of lust I crouched a little, then lunged up, and into, her ready and eager sex, sliding in to the hilt easily despite her tightness. She was ripe and wet, slick and needy, just as much as I was. I gripped her around her waist and fucked her with fast powerful thrusts, hilting every time, and she moaned and squealed. I lunged a little harder and she lost her grip on the edge of the table and fell across it as I pinned her. I leaned over and gripped her shoulders and sped up my thrusts, and she clawed at the table top and squealed even louder as I grunted and snarled from the intense pleasure. There was no way I could try and draw it out, and soon we both climaxed, and I thrust again, and again, as I came, my balls pulsing and straining, grunting deeply as she screeched in pure ecstasy. I didn't pull out right away, but waited until the pleasure had faded, my nose buried in her warm fur, eyes closed in bliss. Then with a sigh of pleasure I pulled out and dismounted. She stood up shakily, and said,
"I, I never knew it could be, would be, like that. I had hoped, my lust was so much more intense since I changed. When the other Wereskunk raped me it hurt, he was so large, and I didn't change until later. While he was...mating with me I stayed human, it takes about a day for the infection to take effect. So I've never, not like this, not until now."
She turned to face me, her eyes bright. "Even if you don't want me, thank you for showing me, thank you for that."
I just looked at her, my mouth open. Not want her?? Did she really mean that?? Couldn't she SMELL it? I shook my head, and said,
"Of course I want you! I want you for my mate! Now, and forever! How can you not know that, after what we shared? Can't you, you smell it? I've only been like this for a few weeks, but I KNOW! I tapped my chest, in here, I KNOW! You're my mate, I, I love you!"
She took her muzzle in her hands and gave a short cry, "I hoped, she said, I hoped so much. But if even if you'd just wanted me for the sex I would have been content. Buy yes, I want you for my mate too, more than I've ever wanted anything before!"
And we kissed again, but it was different this time as we both confirmed what we'd already known. As we pulled apart, I said,
"Does this mean we're married?"
She squealed, and said, "You're horrible!"
"You have NO idea!" I said, keeping my muzzle as straight as possible.
After several more long, drawn out, couplings we were both finally spent. And talk about insatiable! What was that, six-seven times in one day?? And I had a feeling we could have kept going if we'd wanted. We had moved into a bedroom once the initial frenzy of lust had faded, and lay next to one another licking one another's muzzles. I buried my muzzle in the bid of thicker fur between her breasts, and said,
"Ur suh booful".
"What?" she giggled.
"You're so beautiful." I repeated, and licked her nose. She licked me back and I just looked at her, unable to say anything else.
With a sigh she sat up on the edge of the bed, and I rolled over with my head hanging off the edge and looked up at her.
"What are you doing? She asked, you look silly lying on your back like that!"
"Admiring the view." I replied, looking up at her full firm breasts from my upside down angle. I chattered in delight when she reached over and started scratching my belly. Oh yeah, that's nice! I thought.
"Who are you?" she asked pensively.
"I'm your mate, Glenn." I said, a little confused.
"Yes, you are my mate, no doubt about that." She replied, and leaning over gave my nose a lick, "But who ARE you?"
Ohhhh, I thought, good question. "Well, I said, I hope you're not disappointed." And I told her my life 'history', such as it was. Never being able to hold a job for more than a few years; mainly because I picked companies that went out of business or moved out of state, barely getting by from paycheck to paycheck, a loner who never really fit in, I told her everything. I mean, she was my mate, how could I not? I loved her, both the animal part and human parts of me. Then I waited; part of me scared to death, if she decided I wasn't a suitable mate I'd be devastated.
To my relief she didn't say anything, other than to tell me about herself. Her parents were fairly well off, and she was; or had been, a very successful self made business woman in real estate and had made some good investments. She had been twenty six with she had her 'encounter' with the Wereskunk. She had gone camping with a couple of friends from work in a state park, and had gone for an evening stroll by herself. She hadn't thought there would be any danger, and certainly not a monster! The Were had grabbed her, subdued her, taken her deep into the woods, and raped her all night long, repeatedly. I growled when I heard that part of her story, if I ever found that SOB. When she woke up he was gone, she was nude and miles from help. She staggered into another camp a few days later and tried to go back to her life, and twenty-seven days later changed for the first time, thankfully alone in her apartment. I could imagine what that must have been like, at least I'd been out in the wild, her human part would have been terrified by what was happening, and the animal part would have been scared of her surrounding at first. I was lucky, the woods and wild setting had helped keep me from panicking too much and losing control.
She tried to keep up her life as if nothing had happened, arranging to take 'long weekends' or 'short vacations' once a month. Being her own boss she was able to manage that easily. But the problem was, the smell. I had already had my own experiences with the ever present olfactory problem, we stank, no matter how much you tried it never went away entirely. Evidently even in our human form it was present, but to a lesser degree. I guess the oils we excreted while in our beast form remained when we changed back. So eventually she just accepted the condition and sold her business, for a lot, and 'retired', having this 'ranch' built on some property she bought cheap due to its isolation. She still played the stock & investment markets though, all you needed for that was a computer.
"Couldn't we be 'fixed', I said, and I don't meant THAT kind of fixed either!", I added when she made snipping motions with her fingers. "You know, have our scent glands removed. They do it for pet skunks."
"I looked into that, I know a Werewolf who's a doctor, and the problem is if we lose a finger it grows back, so..."
"So the scent glands do too, I finished. Well, crap." I commented.
"Yes, crap." She echoed.
"Wait a second, you KNOW a Werewolf?" I asked.
"Like I said, there are more Were's around then you'd think, they just don't' run around in broad daylight. Where to you think the stories all come from? But it's in everyone's, human and Weres, best interest to play it down. And yes, I know several Werewolves, a Werebat, two Werefelines, and even a Wererat. Most are nice folks, the rat is kind of a slob though."
"How did you, I mean, if they're...we're, so secret, did you meet them?" I asked curiously.
"Well, actually, one introduced himself to me. He just came up to me one day when I was eating my lunch outside; to keep from stinking up the break room, and said 'I know what you are', just like that. I knew he was different too, we don't smell like humans anymore. He was very charming; and sympathetic, and helped me to adjust. He introduced me to others, they have quite a little 'community'. They even introduced me to a genuine Sorceress named Madam Marian to see if she could help me, maybe come up with a spell to do away with the smell, but it was a no go. Because of what we are we're very resistant to magic, some say therianthropy is a disease that originated in Hell, so magic just tends to bounce off of us. At least intrusive or magic that would affect our physiology, offensive magic can hurt us."
"Yeah, Hell, right!" I snorted.
She held up her clawed furry hand for me to see, and said, "I didn't believe this was possible either; did you? And I've seen things, things that scared the shit out of me. Like I said, there are other...things out there. Hell is real; mock it at your own risk. You may not believe in it, but the denizens of it believe in you. Some say we all end up there because of what we are, but I hope not."
I shuddered, I sure as Hell hoped not! "So, I said, why don't you hang out with the other Were's?"
"Glenn, she smiled, think about it, think about how bad we smell to humans."
"Oh, OHHHH, I said, riiigght!"
"It's not that they have anything against us, they just can't stand to be around us, Angie said. Our sense of smell is even greater than that of normal animals, and to be in close proximity to us; even if we haven't sprayed, is almost painful for them. So we're shunned, and they stay clear of us. Which makes it very lonely for a Wereskunk if there aren't any other Wereskunk's around. And I've never met another one, or met another Were who has. We're quite rare."
"Well, I said, that's just because they have no taste. I think you smell just fine!"
"And I think your scent is lovely too, she said, it's so strong, so...male. I'm almost glad you hit me, if you hadn't I'd still be...alone."
I took her hand and licked it, "You'll never be alone again so long as you want me." I said seriously, and reaching up I pulled her down on to me, her soft breasts crushed against my own chest fur, and kissed her long and gently.
That had the desired affect; on both of us, and she spun around and climbed on top of me, and lowered herself onto my rampant erection, and I gave a deep churr of pleasure as she impaled herself and started to ride me, her breasts swinging back and forth just inches from my muzzle, much to my delight and I kept her nipples nice and hard with my tongue. She rode me slowly at first chuffing and giving little yelps of pleasure, then rode me faster and faster as I thrust into her, and gave a loud squeal of ecstasy as she climaxed, and I growled in pleasure. Then she collapsed across me and we lay entwined for a long time.
"Glenn, she asked, what do you look like?"
"Huh?" I said.
"I mean, in your human form?"
"Ohhh!" I said, you know, until she'd said that I never even thought about it! It felt so right, so perfect, being just like I was. I found, to my surprise, that I really didn't want to change back, I LIKED this form. Well, thankfully I wasn't ugly or anything. Not that I was a hunk or over muscled macho-type, just pretty much average.
"Let me see?" She asked.
She stood up, shuddered as her body 'flowed', that's the best way I can describe it, and was human again. Or as human as we can be. I sat on the edge of the bed and changed back too, but it took me a little longer. And to my surprise felt strangely embarrassed at being nude in my human form. Having fur makes a difference.
"Well?" I asked, hoping she wasn't disappointed, I sure wasn't. She was a little stocky, but stout with large breasts and wide hips. What looked like a little padding was actually muscles, there are NO fat Were's, the shifting uses up LOTS of calories, which it one reason why we don't do it a lot, and then only when we plan on staying 'natural' for awhile. Some choose to join 'colonies' in isolated areas who almost never shift to human form, and of course those that live in populated areas have to be extra careful.
She stood with her arms crossed under her breasts eying me critically, and I shifted nervously.
"Hmm, she finally said, not too bad, maybe a little average."
"Hey! I said, what's wrong with average!?" And stood up.
Her gaze shifted downward, and she said, "Well, at least THAT'S not average!"
"Huh?" I thought, and looked down. I'd forgotten about that, I was bigger than before now; sexually, I guess it was a side 'benefit'. In my human form my balls were bigger than normal, and my cock a good six incher. I also have a patch of fur at the base of my back, and a light scattering on my rump and upper legs. I'd find it varies as to where; and how much, on each Were, but we ALL have somebody fur in human form. Angie has a lovely black spot with white stripes on her own lower back. She can't wear a bikini because of it though, and shaving is waste of time, it grows back in minutes.
"Mmmm," she said, and that's the BEST part, don't you agree, my mate?"
"Well, I said, I may be average, but you; on the other hand, are the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, you're perfect, my mate."
We embraced, and the feel of her breasts and nipples against my now mostly bare chest was different now, but a good different; and I felt myself harden, which as nice considering how much sex we'd already had. I guess that's another 'benefit', we recover fast from ANYthing. She noticed too, and I could smell her scent change; evidently a much keener sense of smell is something else we also retain in our human form. We kissed a long time, hands moving over one another's bodies, and when we broke our kiss, she said in a husky voice,
"Shouldn't we, um, take care of that?"
"Yes, I think we should." I replied as I gently pushed her back onto the bed, again!
She spread her legs and moaned as I slipped into her, clamping her legs around my waist as I penetrated her sex, sliding in easily to the hilt. I fucked her with slow powerful thrusts, and she arched and bucked under me grunting in pleasure. It was less intense, a little less desperate, then in our beast forms, but there was still a touch of the animal, and she gave guttural little growls and squeals every now and then, and I growled back as I kissed and licked her breasts and sweaty face. She clenched me as hard as she could when she came, causing me to grunt in surprise at her strength, and then I gave a long shuddering moan as I pulsed inside of her, the orgasm long and exquisite.
Afterwards we both took a long hot shower together, and no matter how hard we scrubbed we couldn't quite get rid of the smell. Not that I minded that much, to me my mate smelled fine, just like she was supposed to smell.
It was a foregone conclusion that I would move in with her. I quite my delivery job with some sadness as I'd liked the long nighttime drives in the countryside, but there was no reason for me to keep on working, it would have been more trouble than it was worth as the house was almost a hundred miles from the depot. It didn't take long for me to move though, I didn't have much I'm afraid. A few changes of clothes, some family photo albums, a few personal keepsakes, and my pet snake Ralph, and that was about it.
And it's truly amazing how well we get along, and it's not all our mutual 'disease' either, everything just clicked. Some Were couples fight just as much as human ones, though 'divorce' is rare, once mated you pretty much stay that way as that center part of your love for one another never dies. And most fighting is done in human form. But we never fight, not ever. And our physical relationship is well, unnatural! And wonderful.
I guess you could say this is your typical Furry love story, with a bit of a twist. Boy runs over girl, girl bites boy, boy turns into monster, boy & girl try to kill each other, boy & girl fall in love, live happily ever after. Worked for me!