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The dim light cascading through the small living room entrance to the apartment, natural and ghostly white beaming from a partial full moon became camouflaged by the sudden yellowish bright glow of the room's tall lamp-stand flipped on instantly as Aiden Pole and his blind date Vivian stumbled inside, laughing in a drunken stupor. In reality Aiden was only buzzed, the taste of alcohol; mostly all kinds of beers, never really fueled his desires to get wasted. His date, on the other hand, had just recently downed her seventh shot of tequila before exiting the local bar two blocks from Aiden's apartment complex, saving the trouble of driving where it wasn't needed. The man-made light vibrantly showed their blushing skin as Vivian tripped over a lilac quilted rug between Aiden's cheap faux-wooden coffee table and new refurbished cream couch, Aiden catching her quickly in his arms as the two gazed into each other's eyes for a brief moment before bursting into further laughter.

"Boy, am I clumsy," Vivian cried, the mixture of booze and her own ditzy personality making her voice more obnoxious than ever, even causing Aiden's ears to tug in pain.

"I think it's just the tequila, Viv," Aiden replied, grinning as he stood Vivian back on her feet.

She stumbled forward once more, pressing against Aiden's body. They stood quietly looking over each other bashfully, though Aiden could sense her second trip was intentional. Despite the strong odor of alcohol wafting against his face with each exhale she took, there was another smell he had been noticing ever since they started walking back to his place, something that helped replaced the lingering embarrassment of being around this weird woman with excitement...sexual excitement. It shouldn't be possible for someone to smell anything that resembled pheromones; only certain animals produced scents like that being easily detectable by other animals. That didn't mean he didn't recognize the difference between being dirty or clean and being aroused, his own member normally emanating something similar while in the middle of pleasuring himself at times.

Then again, sometimes Aiden forgets his not really normal. And thinking about stuff like this was reminding him of his "deformity" that could wind up hurting his chance of making out with Vivian, let only freaking her out or being mocked. Only with the light moan from her lips and her arms slowly wrapping around his shoulders sensually did Aiden's confidence and chances renew, smiling back as the two waited another moment before locking lips.

Steady passionate kissing grew wilder, pursued first by Vivian showing her craving for rougher oral stimulation, as the two began to mindless walk about the room heading for Aiden's bedroom, eventually finding the entrance and collapsing onto his bed without turning on the lights. Their make out session in the dark became more intense as Vivian hastily removed her jacket and blouse, a silky light green bra all that stood in Aiden's path from groping plump mounds and tasting the flavor of her teats. She helped him with pulling off his overshirt and plain grey t-shirt as he repaid the favor by helping Vivian out of her denim mini-skirt, now leaving just the bra and matching panties before her milky smooth skin was opened to him for the taking. Vivian's hands fiddled with his jeans...

That was when Aiden grabbed the wrists of her hands, sighing heavily from exhausting breath. "Wait," Aiden muttered through his sigh, looking to the side before continuing, "I don't know if we should be doing this."

"What's the matter, baby?" Vivian asked, her voice a tad slurred from the amount of tequila still swimming in her system. "I know you've imagining this moment all night. I've been seeing it in your eyes. Don't you want to do me?" She ended her question in an innocent whimper, mimicking puppy dog eyes.

"No, I do...I mean I would...you definitely are very pretty."

That's about all going for you Aiden harshly thought, knowing full well Vivian was not going to be the one he would marry someday.

"Good," Vivian nodded, sliding a hand around the back of Aiden's head pulling him gently towards her. "So why you holding out?"

Aiden didn't answer immediately, looking for the right words to explain himself without going into the true fear plaguing his confidence. "Well, I mean...I don't think this would be right tonight. You're pretty hammered, and I don't want you to get the wrong impression I like taking advantage of women who are drunk."

Vivian suddenly bellowed a hearty laugh, almost like a mighty female Viking.

"Oh, baby," Vivian softly recomposed, brushing the back of Aiden's hair tenderly. "You are way too innocent. But that's sort of cute. Only makes me want you more."

Her fingers scratching and petting his hair makes Aiden shudder secretly without Vivian noticing, his voice wanting to murmur something he knew was inhuman; his chest swelling uncomfortably trying to repress it and felt that too was wrong. His suppression method began to slip in another form, unaware for a brief moment that his tongue had lolled out of his mouth, panting happily.

"Ah, see?" Vivian giggled, scratching vigorously around the sides, as if scratching between the ears of a dog. "I'm corrupting you already."

Aiden looked back down over his current hormonally driven flame, still panting as he began to admire Vivian's tenacity. The worry his mind alerted him moments ago suddenly vanished as he shared her eagerness to fornicate right here, right now, a faint animalistic whisper sounding in his ears and head confirming the belief he would show this bitch how it was done, to make her truly feel the meaning of intense pleasure.

No...please stay back. Don't show yourself tonight, please.

Before Aiden could react and shake off this cursed primal sensation surfacing Vivian pushed up to his knees and resumed undoing his jeans, giving the waistline and fierce pull down. Aiden's animal confidence vanished instantly as the fear struck back, seeing Vivian looked shockingly surprised and baffled.

"Holy...what the hell is this?"

Aiden's hands scrambled to hide his manhood, fully embarrassed and panicky as he crawled away off the edge of his bed, turning away as he took a few steps towards the bedroom door.

"W-wait, Aiden?" Vivian shouted, stopping him in his tracks but still shaking from dread from whatever further grotesque reaction she was about to divulge.

"Vivian, I...I didn't...I..." Aiden wasn't able to find any words now, knowing this night just turned south and that any chance of scoring with her tonight was over. Worse yet, who knows what kind of stories Vivian was lining up on the fly to tell her friends, people who could eventually spread the word and make him a laughing stock of the human world. In the end his mind went completely blank and the only answer he could give her was a heavy sigh and a lowered head.

"Hey, it's ok," Vivian cooed, crawling to the edge on all her hands and knees, Aiden not noticing yet the dazed but sweet timid expression she was giving him. "Honestly, I have to admit you got a pretty big cock. But...why is it so weird looking? And why is it stuck to your stomach?"

Aiden's fears were once again evaporated, if only by a little, from the bland but helpful comment to his self-esteem. His stomach still churned anxiously, taking a breath and calming his nerves before he could attempt to explain his deformity.

"I really don't know why it's like this," Aiden said, turning cautiously back around to face Vivian face to face. "I only know two things about it and that's all."

"And..." Vivian pushed, her eyes studying through his covering hands.

"Well," Aiden started, looking up to the ceiling and exhaling wearily before he looked back to Vivian and continued, parting his hands away, resting them upon his thighs. "...all I know is that I was apparently born like this. It's not something that comes from my parents...my adoptive parents anyways, and as far as I know I'm certain my parents weren't wolves."

You sure about that, Aiden?

Vivian nodded in goofy fascination, still looking observantly at Aiden's canine-like phallus. "And how do you know its wolf, not a dog?"

Aiden paused before answering, his lips opened and quietly squeaking as he tried to form the right words once more. Ever since the time of his teens where he grew to become curious in women, along with sneaking in adult comedies or dramas now and then, he finally began to realize how absurd his own manhood looked. Coming out of Biology in school furthered his confusion after a semester's course went into the anatomy and behavior of animals, eventually discovering that his own piece of anatomy matched that of a wolf. The truth was, however, for the longest time he already knew it. That little voice whispering...no, howling in his head occasionally confirmed it.

"I just know, ok?" Aiden finally answered, his stern tone chilling the room and making Vivian flinch, looking surprised and mildly frighten with her lips shaped in an O. After a brief silence though Vivian began to swing her legs out in front over the edge, sitting up straight as she whipped her hair gently, grinning.

"Well, it's not the worst thing I ever saw," Vivian remarked, a hint of awkward giddiness sounding in her chuckle. "At least it's not like a tiny thing now, right. Guess it would be a new experience for me to be fucked by a dog, I mean...a wolf."

Though her comment didn't help Aiden's self-esteem personally, the lustful flame that had been extinguished from the stunned discovering rekindled brightly within himself, looking back with a 'wolfish' grin as he gazed amusingly at Vivian's heaving of the chest and twiddling of her fingers against the middle of her panties. His jeans having been laying over his ankles this entire time, he stepped out of them and kicked them aside as she approached Vivian with carnal ambition, running his hands under her arms feeling the delectable curves of her sides. His member began to stir madly sensing burning and radiant bodies yearning to mesh and grope, hips magnetically seeking to hook and penetrate that loose but youthful sex.

"That's a good boy," Vivian friendly mocked, leaning back slightly with her neck tilted as Aiden resumed kissing, his lips and tongue tasting the flesh of her neck and shoulders. Vivian moaned delightfully as she took him in his arms, pulling Aiden close enough that their body's grinded, legs crossing behind his behind as she tugged him onto his bed, toppling on top of her. Vivian began to laugh again but was cut off quickly by Aiden's relentless kissing, finding it amusing more at how he took to behaving more like an animal in foreplay with his exchanges of amorous kissing and affectionate licking. "That's it, wolf boy. Let that beast out. Go wild."

Aiden's lustful mind seemed to take her invitation to heart, wasting no time in finding her sacred, though worn temple, thrusting cautiously at first until he picked up a steady and quick rhythm. To Vivian they seemed rather fast and sloppy, yet she couldn't deny how each penetration was deep and profound, tensing up sooner than expected in orgasmic bliss, her body burning bright red and her voice raising in pleasurable cries. Her eyes began to shut tight from the intensity of Aiden's forceful humping, the visuals around her becoming too much to bear with all the stimulation to her sex affecting her. Half open eyes could see the familiar panting Aiden displayed early, but she was sure the peeking sensation and the lasting booze was making her see things, believing Aiden's nose was getting darker and more dog-like. Even his teeth seemed longer than normal, as if he had grew in fangs. She ignored this, believing she was imaging things, having too much of a good time being fucked to notice other possible illusions spreading over her newest lover.

That is until she felt his fingers tighten over her shoulders, feeling a sharp poke against her precious milky skin.

"Ow, watch it, baby," She said, opening her eyes finally to see the most shocking thing ever in her life. The person on top of humping her madly for gratification...it didn't look like a human anymore, not as much. Instead Vivian gazed horrified at an abnormally animal like creature that bared little resemblance to the man she willingly agreed to a date and planned to have sexed by. It was creature of human flesh and physique, but the face was twisted and deformed, shaped in the appearance of something close to a real dog.

Or a wolf.

"Oh God, get off me!" Vivian shouted, shoving the creature away but finding it hard to do so. She realized the creature's penis remained firmly attached to her vagina, not even the release of tension to her sex making it less likely it would be easily removed. The creature itself seemed to take offense to her behavior, snarling furiously as it pinned her shoulders to the bed, continuing to pump into her without much of a care.

"No, please stop! Stop!"

The creature suddenly froze, its body having arched back and head gazing up at the ceiling. When it looked back to down to her it did so confusingly and nervously, its eyes expressing how frightened it had become.

"Vivian? What's wrong?"

Vivian gasped and began to shudder in a cold sweat replacing the ones from her intercourse. Now she really thought she was losing her mind. Did this monster just sound like...

"Aiden?" She exclaimed under exhaling breath. "Is that you?"

Aiden himself questioned her response for a moment, dumbfounded at her reaction and awe-struck stare. "What do you mean is it..." He stopped suddenly as he realized why Vivian had gone into such a shock, feeling the weight and shape of his face from the way his mouth opened and closed. He quickly brought his hands to his face, wincing from slapping, having not expected to touch his own mouth so soon. He rubbed around the bridge of his nose and gasped his own surprise, discovering the bridge had extend outward along with his upper lip and jaw, imagining in his mind the form of a short animal muzzle upon his head.

"Get off of me," Vivian shouted, rocking frantically for freedom, the two of them still locked.

"What...what is this?" Aiden cried, suddenly feeling the abnormal way his ears twitched and pulled above his head. Bringing his hands to where his ears use to be he traced the cartilage up to the tops, realizing his ears were now pointed and longer, erect in similar surprise. "What's happening to me?"

"I said get off me!" Vivian screamed, pushing Aiden once more with all her strength, the force enough to finally release their sexes and toppling Aiden onto the floor. Freed Vivian grabbed her clothes tossed on the other end of the bed, hastily putting them on as she made a beeline for the doorway and the living room. Aiden got to his hands and knees, almost finding it painful to leave this position until he willed himself to sit on his knees, darting his gaze towards Vivian reaching for the knob of his apartment door.

"Wait! Vivian! Don't go, please!"

Vivian turned with a sneer, having trouble facing him directly. "I knew you were strange, Aiden, but I never thought you were this strange."

"Please don't leave me like this," Aiden pleaded, reaching out to her pathetically with an outstretched clawed tipped hand. "I swear I don't know what's happening to me. Please don't leave."

Vivian scuffed in disgusted, scanning her eyes at one part of her shoulders as she felt wet blood moisten under her blouse. "Jesus Christ. You know if you turned me into a werewolf I'm going to rip you throat out with my own damn claws, you fucking dog."

"No! Vivian?" Aiden tried to call her back once more but lost his voice as she walked out furiously, slamming the door behind her.

The apartment grew still and cold, though Aiden's body continued to burn, not from arousal but from whatever unknown surge of energy had caused the transformation of his face and other parts of his body. Soft whimpering much like that of an animal began to squeal from his mouth, staring down at his front door sorrowfully. His world had just come crashing down on him in five minutes flat. Now not only did Vivian seem to hate his guts, but who knew what kind of story she would be boasting on about now. Hell, what if she is going to the police to have him arrested for attempted rape and being a monster? Then again, she was still inebriated. If she did go to the police there was a good chance they wouldn't believe her. One whiff of her breath and they would only send her home with an escort to make sure she didn't pass out over a ditch in the street.

Drunk or not, the monster part seemed true. Clamoring to his feet, staggering slightly from the unusual way his feet wanted to stand on his toes instead of heel down, he made his way to his vanity mirror across the left side of his room hanging over his dresser. Knocking away some dirty clothes and material objects Aiden took a long and hard stare in the mirror's reflection baffled at what really was there. His body appeared mostly normal, with the exception of his hands; fingers swollen at the tips and palms stretched by half an inch longer, fingernails torn away some time ago with blackened boney claws. Looking down briefly he finally discovered why his standing posture was so different, his feet having been elongated and toes fatten and proportionate with a missing digit on each, nails also replace with curvy talon like claws; his feet now the distinct form of lupine-like hind paws. Turning his hips and back to the mirror with his eyes still gazing his mouth became agape at the sight of a thin and short fleshy tail twitching above his rear, curling back in response of him desire a better look over the appendage. But it was his face that had changed radically; his ears truly grown out into wolfish points and shapes, sporting a short canine-like muzzle, his nose darken and leathery moist to the touch, upper lip parted at the middle, and teeth sharpened with his canines lengthened in the form of fangs. His own body shook with a chill as he gazed into the eyes of the monster in his reflection, glowing a haunting ember yellow with the whites blackened out.

"Is this really me?" Aiden questioned, running his trembling clawed fingers over his animal defined cheeks.

Let out the beast in you. Go wild!

Vivian's earlier invitation echoed in his mind; only her voice was switched with that unknown hidden whisper, hearing it growl delightfully. Without being fully consciously aware, Aiden suddenly began to repeat the whisper's actions, growling softly while displaying bared fangs in front of the mirror, brow tensed and wolf ears folded back behind him as he leaned aggressively over his dresser. His claws began to dig into the wood, his growl growing deeper as his upper body hunched, letting out a wolfish roar as the vertebra down his spine began to crack and pop. With it his small tail began to pull out longer, thicken and shaping into a more realistic tail suitable for a wolf. He could feel the bones and muscles of his face beginning to build pressure, seeking release by need to pushing out longer...to become a real lupine muzzle.

Aiden pressed his palms against his temples, shaking his head violently to make these animalistic tendencies stop. His voice wanted to mutter audible resistances, but this inner beast climbing out the deepest part of his soul only fought harder. Eventually Aiden started giving in, unwillingly, to the animal's urges, letting out a lengthy howl to the ceiling, calling out to the sky in the beast's victory. His mind became flooded with simple yet primal wants and needs this moment, lurching away from the mirror and dresser, stammering steps heading towards the living room. Despite his earlier attempt to fight these urges Aiden was beginning to crave satisfying these desires himself, wanting to escape his cramped den for the openness of the woods just half a mile from here, wanting to hunt to relieve a raising hunger creeping over his stomach and the anger sustained from Vivian's rejection and disgust. His loins also continued to ache for gratification, yearning to find a bitch to mate with have his pent up lust slated.

This is what you are. Don't fight your true nature. I am you, and you are me.

_ You're a wolf._

Aiden had lost conscious momentarily lost in those thoughts, finding himself outside his apartment now, looking side to side for any onlookers or sign of trouble. He then looked up to the sky, gazing up a partial but nearly full moon looking down upon him with awe, bathing Aiden in its pale light. His tongue escaped him as he panted, exhilarated in the moon's watchful presence, howling once more in respect. His conscious suffers again as he now finds himself at the outskirts edge, looking back once and hastily behind, realizing he was at the end of the town park, growling uncaringly at putting the human city in his metaphorical rearview mirror as he lunged into the woods, racing off to find his first meal...and possibly a ready shewolf to finish the job that despicable human female started.