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"So...has Roxanne always been that much of a bitch?"

It wasn't the first choice words Peter had in mind trying to break the ice with Valerie as they walked down the empty rural streets, the moonlight aiding their vision when the streetlamps were of no help. But as Peter began to panic hearing no response and seeing an emotionless appearance over Valerie's face, she suddenly smiled and began to laugh. Peter laughed timidly, uncertain if this was a good thing or a bad thing.

"Unfortunately," Valerie giggled, parting a loose strand of her platinum hair from her forehead. "She wasn't always this way. Ever since this one guy she had gone out with broke up with her Roxy just never fully trusted men again."

"Don, right?" Peter guessed with a wink.

Surprisingly; Valerie shook her head. "Actually; it was someone else she had dated in college, before we became friends. She's mentioned Don a couple of times in the past, though she normally didn't have much positive things to say about him."

Peter grinned, "Well that doesn't surprise me. Don's a good guy, or at least a faithful friend to me and Danny. But sometimes he can get a bit abrasive and cocky at the worst times."

Valerie nodded, beaming an energetic smile to Peter. "Sounds like they both really do have something in common."

The two laughed together as they rounded the corner to the next street that leads directly to the Mexican Restaurant at the end. When they both grew quiet Peter lowered his head down watching the straight-line cracks of the sidewalk pass beneath his feet, kicking stray pebbles off to the curb. He glanced back often to Valerie, walking with an enchanting grace fitting her petite yet voluptuous stature. Her aura was mesmerizing; Peter's once tight inhibitions losing its guard as temptation flirted with his urges with every step he took alongside her...with every whiff of her intoxicating scent.

Oh crap. I can smell her again, and it's stronger than before. Why is her scent so potent all of a sudden? And why is it driving me up the wall?

In that short moment lost to his contemplation, Peter soon became conscious of his tongue sticking out of his mouth, hanging and panting. He managed to pull it back in before Valerie looked over him curiously. He sucked in his lips and bit down making sure his tongue didn't pull such a bizarre action again.

"Everything all right, Peter?" Valerie asked with tender judging eyes.

"No, it's fine! I think I bit my tongue is all." Peter smiled weirdly hoping to deter any suspicion from Valerie, whom appeared to be satisfied with his white lie. He sighed away towards the street, thinking for a moment what had just happened. Had he actually been panting? Hadn't he seen this same behavior from someone else earlier? The prolonged silence suddenly felt uncomfortable for Peter to leave open between him and Valerie, returning to his next question to keep the conversation flowing.

"So," Peter started, sticking his hands back in his pockets, "If Don and Roxanne don't get along well, why she agreed to stay the night?"

Valerie shrugged, keeping a cheerful smile and complexion as she looked up to the starry night sky. "I don't know. She didn't sound so enthusiastic about meeting up with Don, at first. But whatever those two talked about back at the mechanics she had this smug twinkle in her eyes. To be perfectly honest, I think the bitch wants to get laid tonight."

Peter's eyes widened, sporting an uncharacteristically devilish grin. It was a little shocking to hear someone so far as sweet and innocent like Valerie say something as provocative and derogatory as that out loud. Had her friend Roxanne rubbed off on her? Then again; he still didn't really know anything about her; really, only what assumptions he had made since sitting next to her back at Don's. For all Peter knew, Valerie could be a wild animal in bed.

I gotta stop thinking like...although I think she'd look sexy on all fours... Wait; what? STOP THAT!

_ _ "You're starting to sound like Roxy," Peter chuckled, continuing the conversation to distract his lustful fantasies.

Valerie laughed alongside him, clinging to his left arm with a gentle hug. "Wow; I did sound like her just now, didn't I? Of course...would that be a bad thing?"

Peter hesitated to answer, though his mind began to reel with erotic suggestions picturing Valerie with more of her friend's loose and sultry side than her ego and abrasiveness. And while he clearly realized it, he appeared unfazed by the fact his thoughts occasionally depicted her naked...in fur.

"I mean," Valerie continued cautiously nuzzling her cheek against Peter's arm, "I know I don't want to be a shrew like her, but sometimes...I want to be more open about myself. More open..." Her words trailed; Peter noticed her cheeks blushing hard with a curl to her lips before she shut her eyes. A soft whine, what Peter mistook as a moan, slipped out.

Peter's mouth parted open ready to ask what she meant. His voice stayed silent as he was suddenly riddled with an intense heat spreading over his body and numbing his senses other than his sight and smell. It was something in the air that caught him off guard, believing at first hunger once more crept up on him smelling the faint aroma of meat coming from the restaurant hastily approaching up ahead. But it wasn't true, as much as part of him wanted to believe. There was no hiding the fact what the heat was really coming from and what was affecting his body.

You can't ignore the feeling when your jeans feel tighter than they should.

And all these arousing sensations emanated simply from Valerie's scent, heightened with every moment she clung to Peter; with every chance he had to stroke the bare parts of her skin and her snow white hair. Peter was a bundle of urges madly fighting to keep his desires under control, Valerie's unique advances cracking his will. It was strange too; he never felt this horny or obsessive about sex when searching for his one before, managing to maintain a gentleman persona until he could bed his partner. But something about Valerie made him long to break his tradition; feeling a primal presence surfacing; nudging him to act out of instinct instead of reason. And the more Valerie expressed her own sexual desires; the more her scent fumed in Peter's nose, the harder it was becoming to resist the temptation to drag her to a dark corner of the street, tear their clothes apart and ravage each other to their hearts content.

Even now Peter's mind resumed to wander, envisioning that fantasy as their bodies grind and explored, feeling the impact of coitus as they rocked in sync exchanging verbal sounds of intense pleasure. Oddly; they weren't just moaning or crying but growling and howling like dogs or...

The disturbing scene was finally too much for Peter to take shaking his head violently to get the fantasy out of his mind before it caused any harm to his psyche. The problem was the damaged had been done; the images were too seared in his mind to fade. Peter wished it wasn't such a bad thing, but the fantasies seemed too immoral to accept. And the last image he had of them...why were they suddenly turning into animals?

"Peter?"

Peter gulped, feeling that strange urge to pant again keeping his tongue stationed within his mouth, turning his eyes on Valerie looking up to him with familiar curiosity. They had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk not knowing for how long. Peter felt uncomfortable, both for wondering what Valerie must be thinking of him and for the unprecedented sexual fantasy in his head. All he could do was smile silly and laugh, scratching the back of his head which had become a common habit when embarrassed.

"You smell nice," Valerie murmured, returning to cuddling against Peter's arm like an affectionate lover. Only her eyes remained open staring infatuatedly eager for a response.

Peter couldn't believe how lucky he had been around Valerie; it was as nothing he could do no matter how strangely he might act could turn her off and make her think less of him. It was harder to believe still, but maybe this was fated for them to meet. Maybe, just maybe, she really was the one.

"You smell nice, too," Peter remarked, instinctually sticking his tongue out and licking Valerie's forehead in as sign of his own affection. It stunned him; of course, that he just did that. But Valerie simply giggled from the touch of Peter's affectionate tongue, surprising him with her own retort licking his cheek. Admittedly; he actually liked it, a lot. They stood in place a while longer; Peter's hands pulling out of his pockets reaching around Valerie's waist. They gazed into each other's eyes, drowning in the yellowish hues burning brighter.

Wait, yellow eyes? It dawned on Peter briefly that something was off about Valerie's eyes. He recalled them being a hazel green. But now; they glistened an eerie golden yellow, feral features like that of a...

A wolfs? Am I seeing things? Maybe that weed wasn't as safe as we thought.

Sure enough further proof was beginning to show by Valerie's actions. As she stepped closer pressing front to front, keeping her intimate gaze on Peter; Valerie's nose hovered and trailed nearly every part of his face and neck sniffing gingerly for his scent. She let out another soft whine of content before looking back up to him, her tongue lolled and panting like an excited dog. Valerie's behavior was become more animalistic, most likely due to the effects from the wolfsbane. Peter wasn't certain if she was aware of this or not.

A bigger question is...was he? This behavior would have registered as creepy and uncomfortable, and yet the more she acted like a wolf the more Peter discovered he was doing the same. Even now; being conscious of it, his tongue drops out with hers panting with Valerie, expressing his exhilaration and arousal. He even sticks his nose prodding Valerie's porcelain skin over her neck and face; her shimmering snowy hair. Her luscious scent is just overpowering, the world vanishing around them as he only wants to be near Valerie and her scent, her body. And perhaps she wants the same as she whines, panting tongues inching closer as the two prepare to kiss...or lick their faces happily.

WHAT ARE YOU DOING!? A familiar moralistic voice shouts within Peter's mind. You're not fucking animals! You're both drugged; it's warping you minds. Are you really going to feel satisfy with yourself having sex with a complete stranger who may not be in her own right mind and possibly regret her actions in the morning? Be the better man and WAKE UP!

The shrew voice of his bitter conscious did the trick as Peter pulled back and fought the alien animal urges as much as he could, letting slip a frustrated growl.

Valerie appeared confused. "What's wrong Peter?"

Peter broke away from Valerie once more placing one hand in his pocket and the other scratching the back of his head, and his ears for some reason, chuckling awkwardly.

"Nothing; nothing at all," He joked, trying to act as casual as possible without being foolish.

Valerie stared at him for a while making Peter beginning to sweat (much more since his body started getting hot). She darted her eyes to a side and suddenly appeared guilty. "I freaked you out, didn't I?"

Peter was astonished to hear her admit that besides him, though there was some truth to it. "No, not at all," Peter objected sweetly, chancing wrapping his left arm around Valerie's waist once more as he nudged her to start walking with him. "I mean...what exactly made you think I freaked out?"

"When I said you smelled nice," Valerie said, bringing her hands to her blushing cheeks as she fought a wide grin. "I can't believe I said that to someone. You probably thought I was weird."

Peter smiled bashfully. "Well, I said you smelled nice too; remember. So I guess we're both weird then, huh?"

Valerie giggled dropping her hands back to the sides, clinging back to Peter's shoulder again. "It's just crazy, though. I smell almost everything so much more acutely than I even did. It's kind of thrill having such a heighten sense of smell, especially being outside around the trees and the grass; the brisk night air. Back at Don's it was just funky. I knew it had an odor when Roxanne and I got there, but ever since I smoked with them my sense of smell went haywire. I got too focused on his dirty kitchen and bathroom, and the sweaty clothes he has loitering over his room."

"Yeah," Peter sighed, "that's Don's home."

"And then," Valerie eagerly continued nearly hopping in excitement, "I started smelling everyone else. It was interesting to say the least being able to detect whose scent was whose. It wasn't too bad; your friend Danny had a decent scent and Roxy too. Don pretty much smelled like his house seeing he lives there. Blake just reeked of that weed stuff, and I don't think he's showered in over a month. There was just so many different smells; whether good or bad I thought I was going to throw-up."

That kind of describes what I smelled before I left the house Peter thought convinced now that the weed was doing something to their senses and mind, though he couldn't scientifically or rationally decipher how this was possible.

Valerie slowly brought her eyes up to Peter, holding a blank expression until her lips began to stretch and curve, her trademark blush returning. "But then I smelled you. For the brief moment you were still in the room with us I focused on your scent. I hadn't noticed anything special before; but once I smelled you like this I...I didn't want you to go. And as you left I could smell all the other odors bombarding my senses again. As soon as I got outside to get some fresh air and caught your scent still in the driveway I couldn't help myself. I...I love your scent; it's irresistible."

"Oh," Peter uttered, keeping a smile but feeling a little dishearten.

So you're just hovering around me because I smell arousing Peter gloomily thought. It wasn't that he didn't feel proud for having such a aromatic scent, enough to arouse women sensually (perhaps that was his secret all those years ago and he didn't know it). In fact; the surfacing primal side from the drug influencing his character felt incredibly proud of it. It was the fear that Valerie was only interested in fulfilling her sexual desires with a stud like him. A stud? Where am I getting that from?

"You should be happier about it," Valerie spoke, feeling her tongue once more wet his cheek as she broke off and began to strut in front, her hips swaying almost seductively. "After all," she continued turning her head to meet his eyes, "that makes me want to be with you more, next to your rugged looks and personality."

Peter gawked as he watched Valerie brush the length of her platinum hair back winking with a smile.

Those gorgeous yellow eyes Peter commented in a trance, hypnotize by those haunting feral eyes of hers.

Valerie giggled picking up speed as she shifted to a jog. "Hurry up," she cried jubilantly. "I'm so hungry I could eat a deer."

What a sexy bitch Peter's mind slipped as he jogged after her, eager to catch his prey as they arrived at the Mexican Eatery.

* * *

The doors to the eatery swung open as Valerie burst through first, her nose raised high as she appeared drawn to the delectable sizzling aroma of the establishment's variety of spices and meats; mainly the meats. Peter entered much more casually; less animated, and yet was immediately trapped under the enchantment of the mouth-watering meals being prepared back in the kitchen, quickly being reminded of his growling stomach begging to be quelled.

"It smells so good in here," Valerie moaned cheerfully leaning above one of the many thick plastic tables scattered around the small dining hall, curving her body inward as if enjoying a much needed stretch.

"Yeah; it does," Peter uttered; his focus on the smell of the food diverted at the moment as he looked over Valerie in her stretch. Her rear wiggled in front of him as if meant to be viewed, Peter mesmerized by the subtle lift of her skirt revealing the back of her thighs and the outline of the top of her ass against the fabric. He became aware his breathing was growing shallow again, the heat of his arousal rekindling as those alien primal thoughts considered tearing her skirt off, with his teeth; and doing what felt instinctively natural in this situation.

So hot...so fuckable...

Valerie turned her sights back to Peter seeing the wild lust glossed over his eyes; smelling it. Her lips curled into a grin, lowering her upper body closer to the surface of the table nearly bent over completely. A soft whine escaped her voice as she presented her rear to her horny friend, tucking her arms underneath her chest raking the table's surface with her nails.

She looked like a bitch ready to mate.

"You want to do it here?" Valerie crooned, her eyes remaining locked on Peter's; those glistening golden yellow eyes illuminating in such intensity.

Am...am I still hallucinating? Peter frantically thought, unsure whether he was falling into another daydream as before during their walk or if he was wide awake with Valerie offering herself to be done as he pleased. The daydreaming theory appeared certain as he caught a glimpse of what Peter could only described as a thin mound pressing underneath the upper back of Valerie's tight skirt, the mound grower larger until something white and furry snaked its way out from under wagging restlessly. A very large and bushy tail waved frantically in the suddenly stifling air curling back pulling up the hemline and revealing much more than Peter ever imagined. Her undergarment no longer present; Peter's eyes widened to the spectacle of a unexpectedly hairy behind, the same white fur having magically spread and covered Valerie's legs.

Her pulsating core; oddly puffier and swollen than he had witnessed in most woman, appeared the most captivating. Peter's body reached a boiling point that could potentially set his clothes on fire if the fever grew any hotter. The inner workings of his mind became chaotic as reason and moral were stripped away leaving nothing but that alien feeling of primal urges and desires yearning to be satisfied. The world around him seem to blur and stand still, his body acting on its own accord as one moment he was standing a foot away from Valerie, and the next kneeling behind rubbing his nose along the plush stem of her white tail sniffing auspiciously. Peter's tongue; resuming its needed heavy panting, hung over the aromatic heat sweltering from her moist throbbing flower shuddering in raw pleasure before trailing it over the burning flesh crying for stimulation.

Peter's ears tugged, higher over his head than usually felt listening to the harmonious song of his bitch's rapturous moans, Valerie's tune changing to something much more natural as quick soft howls bellowed over and over the more he pleased her body. His hands reached and steadied around the back of her waist; his right hand combed and massaged his mate's tail as his left racked and clawed into the denim of Valerie's skirt, nails feeling longer and sharper than they should tearing anxiously to come undone and strip her bare. Too busy with his lapping; Peter was only mildly aware that his pants seem to slip away from his lower body leaving him nude first with the odd yet contented sensation of thick fur covering his skin, still kneeled yet postured on the tip of his toes that felt thicker and calloused; feet elongated and shaped in his mind in the form of hindpaws, and his own tail sprung to life wagging wildly.

The freedom of his vital erection rubbing warmly against his hairy underbelly pushed him to commit to his inflexible need, snarling lustfully; the pitch briefly sharper as his nails, his claws slashed away at his mate's skirt. Rising on his hindpaws he crept over Valerie, gliding his jacketed chest over the arch of her back as their waist's grind; mounting. Peter's nose flared growling pleasingly as he sensed his mate wiggling her rear against his longing rod, helping quicken the moment they became conjoined. Fleeting memories of past sexual conquests flooded Peter's animal mind, immediately dismissing them as the blissful sensation of being one with his mate this moment could not hold a candle to them.

And this was only the plunge.

The two let out a beastly roar, sounding their bond as Peter prepared to start his duty. Hesitation overtook him as part of his mind appeared to be waking from this extraordinary dream-like moment, overwhelmed with the realization that some felt amiss. The rash jump from intimacy to borderline animal sex stumped him indeed, but it was the disturbance of how he felt; how his body felt that worried him. He felt wrong; and yet something in his thoughts was telling him this was right, that nothing was wrong at all. But Peter doesn't remember his body being this furry or misshapen; his nails being sharp as claws; growing a lively tail. His face felt weird as well, heavier and longer as if his nose and mouth had been mysterious stretched outward in front of him.

I'm...I'm an animal Peter assumed, flexing and stretching his being to confirm the fact his form no longer felt human, his eyes further revealing the brown fur covering the skin of his arms and legs. A spasm of pleasure swelled within him losing sight of the bizarre realization the rational part of his thoughts desperately tried to cling to, the hot moistness of Valerie's temple enveloped over his throbbing shaft along with her howl of passion and longing stirred on by his bodily flexing lapsing his focus.

Peter's eyes, still seeing through a dream-like blur yet much vibrant and sharper, basked over Valerie's body for the first time since presented her furry rear and tail. Her midriff jacket and any other article of clothing she worn had disappeared leaving behind a thick coat of snow white fur blanketing her once silky porcelain skin. Her hands poked out from beneath her chest, her palms stretched and fingers stubbier in the shape of animal paws; black claws digging into areas of the table's surface she hadn't yet marked. Her platinum hair appeared longer and shaggier, Peter driven by baser intimacy to gently rake his claws over her shimmery locks.

Valerie turned her head back to Peter, a canine muzzle and feral amber eyes in place a human feminine face panting heavily expressing a dazed yet wild bliss. The beast whined anxiously to her mate to continue satisfying their need for intercourse, those same feral eyes widening; glowing brightly in anticipation.

Within the reflection of her eyes; Peter could see what he had become, a beast much like Valerie.

Sexy beast his mind growled. Without warning his muzzle swooped over Valerie's neck, his fangs biting down over the nape. He did not clench hard enough as to not cut too deeply into her flesh, only enough to hold her in place and prevent her from attempting to escape displaying his dominance; sending the message this act would end with him fertilizing her temple. Valerie whimpered and barked in protest to the sudden pain but showed little resistance as Peter believed he spotted a smile curling over her blackened lips as she resumed panting happily.

My mate Peter's thoughts bellowed proudly picking up momentum as he humped vigorously against Valerie, dwelling as deep as he could penetrate to stimulate an ample amount of pleasure for his mate; thrusting hastily to hurry his need to orgasm.

Sexy beast. Sexy...shewolf. Make her howl. Make her proud. Give her my seed. Make her...

"Sir? Are you ok?"

The daze and fog suddenly cleared as Peter found himself staring blankly across the dining hall, now meeting the fixed stern gaze of one of the employees of the restaurant standing behind the order taking counter several feet away. Seconds passed before he consciously felt he was allowed to gasp for air, dumbstruck and shaken by what he had experienced. His hands frantically began patting down his chest and sides, meeting with scrutiny feeling his jeans covering his legs expecting to be nude, or hairy. His clothes remained present, though lightly drenched with perspiration. His eyes darted around for Valerie afterwards relieved to find her curiously sniffing around a self-service bin of tortilla chips warm under a heat lamp, various salsa ingredients next to the bin.

It...It was just a hallucination Peter confirmed, sighing in relief wiping beads of sweat from his forehead. Fuck! I guess the weed is finally kicking in. That's some powerful stuff, though. Feels more like I'm on acid or mushrooms. Where the hell did Blake get this stuff?

"Sir?" the Hispanic employee called out once more in an irritated tone.

Peter snapped his gaze back to the employee humming something in question until inhaling and exhaling deeply scratching the back of his head, chuckling nervously. "Oh; right. The food." Peter walked up to the counter sheepishly trying to hide the discomfort of a staying bulge against his jeans. He slowed his pace as he looked to Valerie once again, her attention solely on smelling everything she apparently could without a care in the world.

What a crazy hallucination. That's the second time that's happen, and the second time just felt too real. It was 'interesting' to say the least, but why am I fantasizing the two of us as furry monsters. And why...why do I like it? Why do I feel out of place without all that fur and stuff? Gah; I think this weed is just messing with my head. Never trust anything Blake every shares again. I wonder how the others are faring then. I wonder...is Valerie having the same daydreams?

_ _ "You sick or something, Mack?"

Peter forced his attention back on the impatient employee, trying to repair his status as a sane and healthy customer. "Sorry about that; guess I was so hungry I kind of zonked out for a moment. The food here smells good."

Not as good as her wayward primal thoughts crept up, Peter lightly shaking his head to cast it away.

"Yeah; I don't think it was the food that 'zonked' you out," the employee assumed nodding his head to Valerie who was idly gazing beyond the short hall between the dining area and the back kitchen where the savory smells of the cooking meat were being prepared.

Peter tried to smile coolly, failing as embarrassment began to set in. Wow; what was doing during that hallucination?

"Look," the employee continued, "I think it's pretty slick you snagged a lovely chicka like her. Seemed like she's just in the mood to get nasty with you with that little show she was putting on for you."

Peter's brow furrowed, feeling astounded. Little show? Wait...she wasn't really presenting herself to mate just then, was she? She...where did that come from? 'presenting to mate'? That didn't sound normal.

"Hey!" The employee raised his voice, catching both Peter and Valerie off guard as they stared back timidly at him. "I won't get in the way of you two lovebirds being intimate with each other, but if you can't keep your pants on then take that perverted stuff outside. I don't need nobody coming into my restaurant and get scared off seeing two weirdo's fuck each other like horny dogs. Might not look like much, but I'm trying to run a respectable business here, you know?"

"Sorry," Peter quickly apologized. "You're right; going a bit overboard with...what we did just then. You won't get any more trouble from us." He embellished the best smile he could mustard without looking too foolish.

The employee didn't seemed quite convinced eyeing down the couple austerely, Valerie ignoring him with a grimace as she returned to watching the cook move about in the kitchen smelling the food.

"Anyways; you sure you two don't got something illing ya's?"

Peter tensed up, pretending to be honestly confused worrying the disgruntled worker may have caught on that they were high off something. "Why; what do you mean?"

"Well; along with you two sweating a lot and behaving like whackos, I think something's wrong with your eyes. You two sick or something?"

"My eyes?" Peter questioned.

The employee grunted with a smirk. "Well, unless I'm mistaken; it's not common to see a person with yellow eyes and beady pupils. Last time I saw something like that was in a movie where people got sick with this killer virus and their eyes turned yellow along with their skin pussing and stuff. But; you know what, that's not it. They look more...like something out of this monster movie I remember seeing."

_My eyes...are yellow? _ An image from his recent hallucination flashed in Peter's head, remembering feral animal eyes staring back at him belonging to the monstrous Valerie; the same eyes he possessed when he saw his own beastly form in their reflection. It was too bizarre to be a coincidence. Then again; darting his eyes to Valerie still stalking around the hall leading to the kitchen, Peter recalled the peculiar eerie tint of golden yellow shining in her eyes during their walk together.

But that was just part of the hallucination, wasn't it?

"M-must be the lighting in here," Peter squeaked, his throat clenching up in terror trying to dismiss the oddities the employee was noticing. "The florescence's, I guess?" He grinned weakly, his attempt to laugh muddled with a mix of a canine whine.

What was that? Peter flinched, catching the strange noise he made.

The employee didn't seem to agree. "Ya; I dunno know, sir. I've never seen anyone's eyes look that yellow from the lighting in here, or anywhere else for that matter."

God dammit; will you just forget about it and take my fucking order!? Peter's body suddenly grew hot again, flaring his nostrils lightly feeling his upper lip pull back to show the canine of his teeth. Fury was creeping up on him, a primal aggression filling his thoughts with ideas on how to maim this irritating service provider. A low inaudible growl only Peter could hear climbed out of his mouth.

Wait; stop that! What am I doing?

The rage faded as Peter collected himself immediately, blinking his eyes several times before shaking his head and pressing his right palm against his forehead to help soothe the throbbing in his skull. The feverish heat remained constant though.

Was I seriously about to growl at this guy? What's happening to me? It's like I'm turning into some kind of...monster.

_ _ "Look buddy," the worker bawled losing his temper, "You going to order something or not? I don't need you freaks sticking around potentially infecting my restaurant with whatever disease you got."

The primal aggression lingered, if only felt bubbling within his chest, as Peter swallowed what little saliva he had to moist his drying throat holding back that urge to growl at the employee, inhaling deeply to keep him calm. "Yes; sorry. I've got a list here of our order." Peter reached into his pocket grabbing the list Don had made of everyone's selection and handed it to the employee, his hand hesitant to snatch. He was probably afraid he might catch whatever was ailing the animalistic couple.

I don't blame him Peter admitted. Something is seriously wrong here, and the sooner we grab our meal the sooner can get back to Don's and find out if everyone is acting just as weird.

The employee studied the list, glancing back at Peter with suspicion. "That's a lot of food for two people," the employee grin, apparently attempting to defuse the tension with his brand of light humor.

Peter chuckled, nervously as always. "It's not all for us. Got a hungry pack waiting on us."

Hungry pack?

"Right," the employee stretched in disbelief, copying the list onto his separate ordering pad and calculating the total on his register. "That will be $84.27."

"No problem," Peter said, groaning mentally in exhaustion from this calamitous encounter as he pulled out his wallet, sensing a struggle doing so as his nails seemed to had gotten stuck to the linen fabric.

What the hell did we all order again; a freaking deer? Don and Blake better have the money to pay me back for this, or my mate and I are going to keep this to ourselves. We're the ones out here hunting for food after all. Mmmm...deer does sound good.

_ _ Peter wasn't aware of what he was thinking this time as his thoughts drifted briefly to a quiet woodland area, moonlight's veil breaking through the canopy of the trees branches housing the hilly path. His perception was lower to the ground keeping cover between shrubs and bushes, hiding in the shadows. His sights were locked on a lone deer grazing for a late night snack unaware of Peter stalking ever closer. One hand stretched clutching the earth, nails digging into the soil; his body tense and ready to spring to life once the moment was right. The deer must have heard his movements turning its head towards the sounds that has its attention peeked, watching patiently for further movement. Peter remained still and silent staying in the shadows and cover of the bushes.

Rustling echoed from behind the deer, relieving its gaze from Peter as it looked back to the new noise. Peter leapt from his spot, panting heavily as he sprinted on all fours forward. The deer caught his advance quickly preparing to dash the opposite way. It didn't see Valerie pouncing from behind, her teeth ensnaring its neck; Peter helped bring their prey down tackling their meal to the ground tearing chucks of its flesh from its thick thighs to immobilize the poor creature further. The deer bleat it's last cry before its life faded from its eyes, it's limping form ceasing.

Peter lifted his head looking over their kill, licking his lips of the warm sweet blood and tattered meat matted over his mouth and cheeks. He turned to Valerie observing her ripping their kill's hide from its neck, snarling excitedly as she took her first ravenous bites of their prize. Peter let out a strained yelp calling her attention, mesmerized by the wild expression over Valerie's face before it calmed, those feral amber eyes glistening beautifully.

Sexy shewolf his animal thoughts murmured, crawling on hands and knees over to his beloved mate as he nuzzled against her bare shoulders and neck, Valerie mimicking his affection as they licked their prey's blood off each other's flat human faces. Their heads rose to the sky as they both sang, howling proudly in their prosperous hunt.

"Hey Mack!" Peter heard the employee shout, snapping his fingers right in front of his face.

His first instinct was to snap his teeth at the offending digits annoyed at spoiling the moment of his and Valerie's hunt. It was lucky that Peter's rationality won this time realizing then he had slipped into another hallucination. Fear was surely consuming him as he huffed and grinned ashamedly fiddling with his wallet.

"Hehe; maybe I should see a doctor," Peter half-joked pulling out his credit card, the employee snatching it quickly.

"I'd highly recommend it," the order taker agreed, handing back Peter's card. "While you're there, you should get your nails checked out too."

Peter didn't react quite yet as he put his wallet back into his pocket, pausing as the employee's words finally took hold. "My nails?"

"Yeah, they look a little discolored and long if you know what I mean."

"I don't..." Before he could finish Peter froze up, eyes widened in shock. Looking over his hands the employee wasn't wrong; his pinkish white hues of his fingernails were fading into a darkish brownish tint, grown out and shaped much like dull and thick short claws. There was even some short patches of light brown hair covering part of his hand...and it felt like he could feel more hair slowly sprouting.

Oh god! What the hell is this?

"Your order is number 48, sir."

Peter broke his awestruck stare from his hands finding the employee handing him his order ticket, apparently no longer curious or interested in his plight. Peter took this as a sign to move on and leave the worker alone before something else distorted his behavior, timidly but hastily grabbing the ticket before the worker could see any more of his hairy features. "Th-thanks," Peter muttered before hurrying to an empty table at the back of the restaurant, nestled in a tight corner but close to the front door. Sitting down he could overhearing the employee talking to himself in Spanish frustratingly before heading into the kitchen shouting orders to his fellow cook.

"This can't be right," Peter whispered softly, scanning the establishment for any prying eyes before setting his hands on the table to examine them. The fright he was feeling was only dialed down being fortunate that he and Valerie were the only customers around. He considered calling Valerie over to join him and discuss what was going on, but he was still too much in disbelief to believe that what he was seeing now was true. Maybe he was having another hallucination, that the whole time coming to this restaurant and his conversation with the disgruntle employee noticing the oddities were part of it. But why didn't it feel like an illusion like the others? Why did feeling the deadly instruments growing from his fingers and the small patch of slow sprouting hair over his hands feel too real?

"I'm going crazy; that's what's going on," Peter groaned, an animal whine escaping his voice as he slouched over and rest his head on top of the table hiding his face with his monstrous hands. The world was beginning to feel quite small as he darted his gaze several times back to the order taking employee going about his business catching moments of the worker's judging eyes upon him. Every fiber of Peter's being was conforming to the idea he should dash out of the building immediately and disappear somewhere before whatever was causing his horrific transformation into something 'beastly' completed. The thought of that itself was scary wondering what kind of chaos and terror he was bound to bring upon the unsuspecting town.

It's another hallucination; it's gotten be. People don't suddenly start turning into animals; into monsters! This weed; this Wolvesbane, whatever this crap Blake picked up is too overpowering. It's fucking with my head and I hate these mind trips. This is why I'll never do acid.

"Are you ok, Peter?"

Peter's heart nearly leapt into his throat as Valerie made her presence know. Confusion shined in his eyes as he glanced back to the hall she had been stalking for several minutes before, and then back to where she was now bent over next to him with their faces inches apart, Valerie tilting her head curiously waiting for a response.

Those eyes. So yellow...so beautiful. Sexy she...

Peter stopped his rambling thoughts laying back against his chair darting his sight away from Valerie's haunting feral eyes.

Valerie giggled pulling out a chair and taking a seat next to Peter. "You're acting pretty jumpy. What's on your mind, Peter?"

Peter was currently speechless, marveling over Valerie's cheerful demeanor as if nothing was wrong. Other than the yellow glow of her eyes and her animal behavior similar to his, maybe she wasn't seeing things at all.

"Valerie?" Peter whimpered, gulping as he slowly brought his hands into view for Valerie to see clearly. "Do you see anything strange about my hands?"

She studied his hands features briefly, but glanced up to him in confusion. "What do you mean?" Valerie asked.

Really? She's not seeing it? Does that mean...I am having one huge hallucination?

Peter snickered, somewhat relieved at the revelation. "Ne-Nevermind," he stuttered, "I guess I was just seeing things."

Valerie smiled, reaching out and gently caressing his hands. "Peter; there is nothing wrong with your claws. They're look cooler and beautiful when they fully shape, along with your forepaws."

Peter's heart literary stopped of several seconds, staring blankly at Valerie registering the comment she had made. "My...my claws?"

"Of course," Valerie answered, giggling as she raised one of her own hands and displayed the same physical changes, baring thicker black claws and growing white hair covering the skin. She showed Peter her palm and discovered dark callouses forming that resembled paw pads. "I'm surprised it just started for you; it feels wonderful."

Peter hadn't considered it until now, breaking Valerie's hold and flipping his hands over. Sure enough; the similar paw pads were beginning to form over most of his palms and parts of his fingers.

"Wonderful?" Peter squealed, stricken with horror as he stared at a content Valerie appearing jubilant about the monstrous transformation becoming them. "I...I don't understand. You want this to happen?"

Valerie grew timid lowering her head sheepishly, turning her head enough to reveal to Peter the tips of her ears poking through the surface of her platinum hair shaped into fuzzy points. "I'm sorry," she whimpered, an animal whine following after. "Do I...do I look ugly?"

"Ugly?" Peter said calmly. He wasn't sure why Valerie was more concerned about her appearance than about the insane possibility they were turning into beasts, but he began to feel awful seeing her look so sad and hurt. As crazy as it sounded, something about her beastly features complimented her already gorgeous figure and form, bedazzled even by how incredibly sexy it made her look in comparison to her plain human state.

Is it really wrong to believe this? Peter wondered, his thoughts conflicted by his rationality and the foreign primal mindset as he scooted his seat closer to Valerie, leaning next to her as he wrapped his arms around her waist nuzzling her neck with a soft pleasant whine.

"You're wrong," Peter murmured, compelled to tenderly lick her cheeks in romantic affection. "You're the most beautiful creature I have ever met."

Peter inhaled deeply through his nose along the gap between her neck and shoulders. "And you still smell nice."

Valerie's face beamed with exuberance as she meet his gaze, smiling as she rubbed her nose against Peter's. "You still smell nice too," she cooed, gradually shifting from her chair as she leaned closer nuzzling fondly, until she had climbed onto Peter's lap sitting comfortably with her arms crossed behind his neck. She appeared taller having to look down over her fascinated male friend, Peter intimately taking a moment in his vantage point to sniff and study the lower part of her neck and exposed cleavage. She chuckled gingerly at his growing licentious action, purposely heaving her chest closer for her excited stud to sniff and nuzzle to his heart's content.

"You like me, don't you?" Valerie asked seductively massaging the back of Peter's shoulders, raking her claws gently against his jacket.

Peter raised his head still resting his chin over Valerie's soft pillows, looking up at her with a trance-like astonishment as his hands intimately caress's over the small of her back. He was too preoccupied with listening and replying to his sensual friend with a nod and grunt to register sensing something pushing against the center of her spine; unaware of a small fleshy nub wiggling above the waistline of her skirt.

Valerie smiled flashing her teeth; fangs having formed some time ago. "I like you too. You're so nice to me. You're passionate and strong. You can be a great alpha if you wanted to be, Peter."

Alpha? Peter wondered, vaguely understanding what she meant and feeling newly confident and turned on.

"Don seems like he's the alpha of your pack," Valerie went on, grinding her hips and thighs into Peter's lap making him yelp and pant excitedly like a wound up dog. Her carnal intentions couldn't be any clearer. "That's fine if he is, but he's not as passionate as you are Peter. Roxy can stay mated to him. Your friend Danny is a nice male, but I don't think he seems interested in mating right now. And Blake; his a lower Beta trying to act as if he's the Alpha's right hand. Dog's like him would be lucky if a bitch was desperate enough to take his pitiful seed."

"Valerie," Peter moaned, trying to contain his tongue having something important to say, fearing it would slip away if he didn't say something now. "Why are you talking like this? And...why do I get it?"

Valerie smiled slyly surprising Peter with a long tender kiss lip to lip, his questions and worries melted completely as he thought of nothing but kissing back, and much more. She broke away yet hovered inches apart, giggling.

"I think it's the Wolvesbane," she said combing the back of Peter's light brown, caressing the growing tips of Peter's ears slowly lengthening to narrow triangular points like hers. "You're gaining knowledge of the wolf along with its form and desires, so you can understand how to live like one well enough. Thing is; I already knew this knowledge before I shared in that special weed. I just forgot about until now, when I realized I wasn't dreaming the entire thing before; that it was real."

"What was real?" Peter uttered resuming his panting.

Valerie whined softly, grinding once more with her legs wrapping behind Peter's for leverage, bodies pressing and noses grazing. "That I'm already a wolf. I don't feel silly or embarrassed being my lupine self around you. And the fact we're sharing this experience together; it must be fate. Maybe it is the Wolvesbane that helped me remember; that's unlocking my soul. But it'll be my stud that sets me free."

Stud? Peter thought proudly, the two growling harmoniously in elation lost in each other's feral eyes. Some part of Peter acknowledged that what Valerie was saying was crazy, that it was insane for someone to believe they had some inner animal buried inside themselves wishing to manifest and take over their bodies and minds. It truly sounded like this was coming from some horror-fantasy genre or from the mind of some extremist spiritual nut-ball.

But right now; influenced by the drug and the animal urges and instincts, Peter hung on every word. It seem to make sense what she was saying currently feeling his inner animal surging and taking control, admittedly enjoying this sensation of losing himself and becoming something wild and simple. Human ways and ideas gradually felt strange and wrong, wondering why the two of them were still bound to their itchy tight clothing when their thick warm fur would suffice; why they had to wait tediously for overpriced and ruined cooked food when they could simply enjoy the thrill of hunting instead. Peter's perception of beauty became twisted, longing to see Valerie's fur instead of her naked hide, wishing to lick and nuzzle her real muzzle and mane, and yearning to cuddle her sleek slender lupine body.

Ugly? Valerie's fear now made sense when she wondered why Peter seemed to object to their transformation.

"Peter," Valerie moaned nuzzling affectionately next to his left lengthening ear, "I'm happy you can share in this moment with me. I'd be even happier...if you can be my mate."

"Mate..." Peter drone, lost to the sensual pleasure of his shewolf's touch and admiration. Lust returned with such a force that he contemplated his earlier hallucination, aching to make it real. His shewolf wouldn't seem to mind it, he thought. His claws were already prodding at the back of her skirt as he nipped at Valerie's cheeks, listening to his verbal reward as she whined jubilantly at the mild relief of something thin and fuzzy wagging free from the small tear Peter had made.

"So much better," Valerie growled, nipping at her excited lover as the two began to wildly kiss and lick, desperate to be further meld and connected.

Mate Peter's mind sung, panting happily between breaks in their kissing; his hands and claws ready to finish removing his mate's skirt.

"Number 48, order for the Crazies!"

The rude interruption from the restaurant employee halted their actions, both Peter and Valerie giving fierce gazes at the Order Taker. Peter's nostrils flared and his upper lip twitched to pull back and reveal his own fangs; Valerie bellowed a lengthy growl in her own frustration.

The disgruntled employee's face became ghostly as he couldn't tear his gaze from the beastly couple making animal noises threateningly at him without fearing they would retaliate. He risked moving his right hand away from the metallic counter reaching for his trusty metal bat he kept underneath the counter for protection in cases like these.

"Hey! I told you to cut that funny stuff out you fucking gringos. Just take your food and leave; do your freaky shit with your fucking crazy bitch elsewhere, ya?"

Peter took offense to the rude human calling his shewolf a bitch, although Valerie didn't seem to share his angry boyfriend's sentiment. She gingerly climbed off Peter's lap to let him stand up, wrapping herself behind him and nuzzling his neck and shoulders. "His not wrong to call me that," she whispered in his ears calmly. "Let's just get our food and go. I want to go back outside into the fresh air."

"Yeah...food," Peter growled keeping a stern gaze on the employee as he made his way back to the counter; Valerie waiting at the door eager to leave. The employee's constant rudeness on the two wound Peter up, his urge to utilize his fangs and claws never felt so maddening then now as he wanted to rush up to the counter and pounce on the disgruntled worker; to maul and mutilate his body for interrupting such a pivotal moment between him and Valerie with such mockery.

Maybe he'll make a better meal, Peter contemplated, unsure if he was joking or serious. At this point of his transformation he couldn't care less.

Peter did manage to keep his animal rage in check for the most part as he came to the counter, grabbing the paper bags and hugging them to his chest. The Hispanic employee and Peter's eyes remained connected, neither one nor the other were willing to break the hypnotic stare-down. He snorted flashing his fangs as a display of dominance.

"You got something to say, freak?" The employee said, scoffing.

Peter snapped, unable to hold back the urge to snarl viciously as he dropped the bags leaning forward over the counter trying to bite the worker. The employee dodged well enough for a human grabbing his metal bat hastily from underneath the Order-Taking counter.

"Get the fuck out!" the employee shouted, slamming his metal baseball bat hard upon the counter to scare Peter off. "I'm not afraid to use this, man. Now I will call the cops if you don't leave and take you and your bitch's crazy ass shit somewhere else."

The term bitch was becoming more attractive to Peter's primal mind, knowing in an animal's case 'bitch' mainly meant the gender of his female friend. Valerie had admitted the term applied to her, being the wolfess that she was becoming. But; in this particular case, Peter knew what the term meant in the employee's use of the word. Pure rage distorted his sensibilities, tired of this scared and pathetic flesh bag calling his shewolf a bitch so hatefully and in disrespect.

You're dead! Peter's thoughts roared hoarsely, fangs displayed as he prepared to strike.

Valerie's barking stole his attention, suppressing his anger as he understood his friend's cries for him to step down and retreat, his eyes darting towards her as she weaved between the doors. She froze at the exit whimpering in dismay, not wanting to see Peter get hurt. He quickly turned his attention back on the employee attempting to raise his bat once more but caught off-guard by Peter's swift reaction, petrifying the man as he let out another bone-chilling vicious snarl.

Keeping the frightened Hispanic man where he stood, bat ready for protection; Peter lingered on with his threat of retaliation continuing to growl in dominance until he hastily swiped the paper bags of cooked food from the counter and hurried across the dining hall meeting up with Valerie as the two exited the restaurant together knocking into passing onlookers scampering towards the direction they came.

The Hispanic employee finally dropped the metal bat beside his waist, stunned at what had just transpired. A fellow worker peeked around the ovens in the kitchen, finding it safe to check out what was going on in the dining area. He looked to his coworker, still pale and soaking in sweat.

"What the hell just happened?" the kitchen worker asked.

The bat wielding petrified employee slowly turned his attention to his coworker, speechless for a moment. "Must be a full moon out tonight or something," he wagered.