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The Other in the Night

By Laz Briar

The night belonged to her.

There, in the forest thick, a queen reposed on her throne, a mossy rock surrounded by creaking trees. And all around her the chorus of her subjects cheered. Crickets, frogs, foxes, owls, and even the creeping worm. All heard, all seen, a world unknown to the frail eyes of a human.

Where the endless dark and whisper of wind might send fear into the hearts of even the bravest man, Kassidy found it amusing. Where the delicate creep of a travelling spider inspired horror in the mind, Kassidy thought it like visiting an old relative.

But perhaps it wasn't fair to judge. After all, she wasn't exactly. . . normal. Every scent and sound was available to her curious senses. Every height, every creature, every sprawl of land could be tamed by her speed and strength. No creature could dare test her, not in her domain. Because this was the gift, the blessing of the moon, the spirit of the wolf.

Where Kassidy first received her gift, she could not recall exactly. It came to her, like a dream. A blur of memory and twilight thought. One day she was just a regular girl with her regular family, the next something lingered within her. A voice of stranger spoke to her, except that stranger was also her.

Years ago, this happened. When she was a child. Her gift slumbered with her for years until adolescence, and then beyond puberty. That was when something “stirred." The great hungers of the flesh consumed her, tenfold of what a normal person might experience. The voice spoke, directed her, guided her, tormented her.

On the eve of her sixteenth, when the moon burned like a bright eye, the wolf came out. And so it was Kassidy the human girl became Kassidy the werewolf.

She liked to reflect on that, meditate, control her other half. Sometimes the beast was restless, filled her mind with thoughts. A voracious demon spilling pure id into her conscious self. The beast did not need a moon to transform, despite what the mythos of mutants might say. No, all Kassidy had to do was “let go," let the restraints of her mind fade, and she would happily appear.

Of course, that wasn't practical. Kassidy was still a junior in high school. She had a wonderful, adoptive family. She had band practice and friends and a social life on her smartphone. To “become" put herself and others in danger. She could keep her at bay when indulging in familiar things, like sitting out in the dark of the forest. She could let slivers of her appear when the urge for blood was overwhelming. A claw hand here, a tail waggle there.

It was enough, but only just so. Kassidy's other half was ravenous, and grew stronger every day. And oh, to embrace that strength. Kassidy could feel it. Heavy objects were a nuisance. Whispers were loud. Distance was trivial. People became. . . toys. Fragile little things of paper-thin skin and glass bones.

Mmm, bones.

Kass shivered. She gazed up at the clear night sky, lost in the stars. It was probably past 1AM now, and her family asleep. She wanted to settle the “Other" before returning home, because the Other was growing restless.

Hunt, she said.

“No, no, no hunt. I'm not burning another shirt because I can't get the bloodstains out."

Weak, responded the other. Hunt for strength.

Kass shook her head. She strut down to a creek and looked in the clear water. The stars lit up her face, her reflection appearing. She didn't see her own face, though.

“I think you're strong enough."

It was strange, talking this way. The Other wasn't a stranger, it was her. And yet. . . it was a stranger. A conscious entity wholly different and same.

A growl erupted in her mind.

I'm bored, she responded. Boring. Angry. Kill. Kill something.

Kassidy felt hot for a moment, like a surge of rage briefly ran through her.

“Let's not. It's bad enough we're out here past curfew. Dad almost caught us last time, and I'm not losing my phone again. Penny and Jason just got back together and I think Dorine is trying to start some shit and. . ."

Another growl, this one far more intense. So much that it sputtered out of Kassidy's mouth.

BORING.

Kass frowned. “Oh shut up. It wouldn't be if you paid attention to my life some time."

There was mental silence. A chorus of loud, chirping insects filled the warm air.

Better things to look at, said the Other.

Kass made a face. “Dead rabbits don't count."

A shiver, a pleasant one. The idea of fresh blood and a clean kill excited the Other, and by proximity, Kass. She did her best to ignore those urges, shut them away. But a small part of her enjoyed it as much as the wolf.

The Other sneered. Kass “saw" it but couldn't “see" it. She felt the grin.

Better. Things.

Thoughts flashed through Kassidy's mind, none her own. Visceral, raw, and quick. Of boys. Males, men. Specifically, their bare skin. More specifically, their bare, erect co-

“HEY!"

Kass jumped away from the creek, cheeks blushing. “What the hell? Cut that shit out!"

Within her, she “heard" the Other howl with laughter.

This was truly the worst of it. A wolf needed to hunt, and play, and kill. But a wolf also needed to mate. To fuck. Just like any hot-blooded teenager, Kass was certainly interested. That was normal, sure. But the Other. . . she made it so much worse. Or better?

A wolf did not resist an urge. It acted on it. There was no delicate dance, no flirting, no dating. Just scents and potential mates, an unforgiving sensory explosion. And all that hot, liquid desire flooded into Kass from time to time, sharpening her own lusts in horrible, incredible ways.

“Knock it off," said Kass, “Or we won't come out here for. . . for another week!"

A pregnant pause lingered in the air. She felt the Other rescind, if only for a moment. Still, the flood of desirous thoughts didn't leave her, not yet. Kass huffed, walking around, trying to tune back into the sounds of the evening.

It worked for a while, but eventually the Other prodded her again with whines of agitation. Kass settled to try something physical, like throw a few stones. It wasn't much, but it allowed the wolfish half to flex her strength, sending the rocks careening into the dark distance.

Eventually, she returned home. She didn't even bother checking the time she snuck back through her room window. Too tired. Crashing into bed, Kass shut her eyes and tried to sleep.

The restless wolf bothered her, and so did the images from before. . .

-*-

Thank god it was Friday.

Kassidy was down for breakfast but felt exhaustion tug at her. That, unfortunately, meant the Other could take the reign with greater ease. It was tempting too, to fall into the foggy world of unconscious haze and let her take control.

But no, that was out of the question.

Mum and pa were already finishing their food, while Kassidy had her plate ready. Plenty of crisp bacon and eggs, that was nice. And tomato? Kass never took her mother for English stylings.

Of course, food wasn't the only thing Kass really liked. Not long after she sat and started into her food, familiar footsteps emerged behind her. The youthful masculine scent of someone she'd come to adore found his place at the table, quickly grabbing a bite of jelly toast.

Even though she wasn't his blood, Conner was an amazing step-brother. He gave her a once over while ma poured him some water, and he smirked.

“Wowee, dude, you look like shit."

This earned him a tap from ma, who scowled.

“No swearing! We talked about that. David?"

The father, busy thumbing through his tablet, grunted.

“No swearing."

Kass laughed, but Connor wasn't wrong. He could probably see how tired she was.

“Yeah, I was studying, unlike you," she shot back.

He shrugged. “Don't need to."

A joke, but, also plenty of truth to that. Connor was bright and a senior with lots of opportunities ahead of him. Scholarships were lining up and potential universities were contacting him, instead of the other way around.

“I'm responsible," he went on. “I respect curfew, stay away from drugs, don't sneak out."

His smirk widened, and Kass shot him a threatening, though frightened, look.

She didn't respond, finishing her breakfast. She glance through her phone a few times until it was time to catch the bus, where Connor walked with her. A gentle overcast blanketed the sun and a faint drizzle dappled the neighborhood.

“Really though," Connor began as they stopped at the sidewalk. “Out late again? Dude, you have to stop doing that. Mom and dad are gonna' catch you one day."

Despite his teasing, Connor knew things. Even before Kass told him that she went out late sometimes, he could tell.

Still, she felt embarrassed, and the Other rumbled with irritation.

Mind business. Shut mouth.

Kassidy shook her head. “It's fine. I'm fine."

He gave her a look. “That's what people say when they're not."

She forced a laugh. “Huh? No, really. It's good. I'm good. Didn't get a lot of sleep so I'm just off."

Suppose she was half lying. She wasn't bad, not by any means. The vitality of a wolf lived inside her now, and the sheer energy accompanying that was unlike anything she ever experienced. But then again, she was hiding a terrible secret.

They waited for the bus, but Connor didn't let up.

“It's why you're not getting sleep that, you know, has me a little worried. You never did this before. Look, Kass, I know it's cool and shit to be a rebel, I was there. . ."

Kassidy scoffed. “Oh dude don't even start! Not that lecture shit. Bad enough I hear dad's watered down version every other night about makeup n' shit."

Connor sighed. “I guess. I'm just saying, like, be careful. Kids pass around some heavy shit these days. And they're stupid about it too. This dude, TJ, he got snatched for trying to sell off meth he got from his cousin or something. Who does that?"

In the distance, they could hear the guttural rumbling of the bus.

“Huh? It's not drugs. It's not anything."

Connor appeared no more convinced. “Yeah. Okay. Well, I don't know who sneaks out at midnight for 'not drugs.'"

There was another rumble, but it was the Other. She was amused.

“Well it's not."

Connor clicked his tongue. You know, even in the dismal morning light, he was looking good. Really coming of age as a senior. Plenty of hair and a sharp jaw, plenty tall too. Had everything going for him in that department, a real chill dude. Cute, too.

Cute?

“A guy then?"

At once, Kass flushed. She turned away to hide her face, trying to pass it off as a casual glance to her phone. But the silence told Connor everything.

He started to laugh. “What? Haha, oh wow. Come on, it's that? You dweeb! You total dweeb!"

Kass hissed. “Shut uuuuup. It's not a guy."

She looked at him again. Yes it was.

The bus appeared on the road, slowly roaring towards them.

“That's so high school television romance shit. Way to be typical about it."

Kassidy was a little angry now. “Shut up! I don't give you shit about it! Especially not when you jack off thinking about Diane!"

At this thought, both her and the Other bristled. Ugh, Diane. Stupid big boobed airhead with black hair. Connor could do better.

Mine, thought the Other.

Connor recoiled, but only just so.

“That's. . . different."

Kassidy wanted to chastise him further but let it go. The approaching bus distracted her.

“Look, just use protection alright? Really don't feel like appearing on Springer as the world's youngest uncle."

She rolled her eyes and offered a weak 'whatever.'

-*-

Classes were harder to focus on throughout the day. Though, not because of fatigue.

Every time Mr. Palwal started getting into the finer points of cellular division she felt her mind wander, and the Other took over. And when the Other did, more of those hot, liquid images poured through her brain.

“Cells typically reproduce in an asexual manner," said Mr. Palwell, pointing over a graph. A few kids giggled, and Kassidy blushed.

It means it doesn't need a partner, she thought. That's not arousing!

Art wasn't much better. The teacher had the class start a new study project: famous Chimera painters of the past two decades. It was for cultural awareness, or something.

She liked it but, but when assigned her portfolio, she was tasked to study Lannette Aneski, a vixen famous for her landscape paintings and portraits of people. Naked people. Her first notable piece, in fact, was an abstract simply titled “coupling." It showed two indistinct shapes of various colors doing things.

All animals think same way, said the Other.

Kass just clenched her teeth and moved on.

Lunch was slightly better. She caught up with her friends and the latest drama with Penny and Jason. How did it happen? When? Did Jason make the first move? Oh and Dorine got a new dress but only because she thought she could attract Greddser, the hot otter chimera on the swim team, but Mikala was totally gonna ask him out first and. . .

By this point she forgot all about her conversation with Connor. Yet, something was different.

Once after school rolled around, Kass started to get ready for band practice. She was there early with a few others, waiting for some of Chanton High's teams to clear off the field. Usually, that was one of her favorite parts.

Down by the green a lot of cute boys were out there. Larry Tanner was one of the fast receivers for the blitz ball team, a built guy with short brown hair. Erin Ester? A lean mustelid who acted as the team's understudy trainer. And then ooooh, Donovan Skalwiss, perhaps her favorite, the black wolf with silver down his back. He was the blitzball star and the jewel of the school.

The Other noticed this too, and every time Kass glanced his way she felt a growling, hungry sense within her.

We snap him in half, she had said.

Except. . .

It wasn't the same this time. Even as the boys did their last workout in all that tight, colorful clothing, Kass didn't feel the same way. The same spears of desire she normally experienced weren't spiking through her. That was odd. Maybe it was just the exhaustion?

No, no way. She never passed up an opportunity to give a guy a quick ogle. It was something else.

The Other chortled inside her. An image flashed through Kassidy's mind again, and this time, it wasn't one of the star athletes. It was Connor.

Almost at once, Kassidy tried to push the thought away, cheeks flushing. How could she even think that! Connor was her brother. Well, step-brother of an adoptive family. But still, brother! Thinking of him in any other way than a sibling was. . . well just sick, wasn't it?

She forced herself to look at the players again while the rest of her band mates were getting ready. But it was harder this time, as if the act to resist thinking about Connor in that “way" caused more intrusive thoughts. The wolfish half wasn't helping.

“Knock it off," Kass hissed in a low whisper. “I'm serious."

The Other was about to respond, but a voice caught Kassidy's attention. One of her friends, a deer chimera with glasses and short white hair called over to her.

“Hey Kay, better come on, we're about to be late!"

Kass didn't realize she had been sitting idle on the benches as her team were filling the field. Smiling back, she went to her friend and put the sordid daydreams aside. But even as practice began and even as she went through the brass section of her usual drills, the thoughts still lingered.

Claim and take, the Other whispered.

Practice was difficult.

-*-

When practice concluded, Kassidy decided the last thing she needed was another reminder of her. . . thoughts. She phoned home and let her parents know she would stay with Nia – her deer friend – for a few hours. Hopefully after some chatting and homework there was enough to bore the Other and forget the strange feelings she had from before.

Homework was straightforward enough. Nia knew plenty about chimera artists and where to find resources about their history. She even had an old book highlighting some of the more influential names in recent decades.

But as time went on and the hour grew late, the ideas from earlier trickled in. The impatience of the Other combined with Kassidy's “curiosity" had started to roil her mind once again. She didn't know what to do. Could she talk to someone about it? Her friend? Was something like this even normal? Fuck, why was it so complicated!

A few times Kassidy wanted to chance the question: I like my step-brother a little too much, what should I do? But no opening presented itself. Frustrated, Kassidy said her goodbye with forced pleasantries, feeling all the more alone.

But it wasn't mum or pa picking her up. The familiar dust blue color of Connor's car waited by Nia's house side. Kassidy almost froze. God dammit, why this? Why now?

Doing her best to play it cool, she entered the car to get a quick nod from Connor. He had some alternative rap on but turned it down when she entered.

“Fun study sesh?" he said, sarcasm draped over his tone. “Or did you talk about guuuys?"

Kassidy nudged him as he pulled towards the street, heading for home.

“No. Just needed some extra help with an art assignment. Dia knew all about it."

Connor was still smirking, but didn't press.

“Good. Did you eat? There's some dinner leftovers. Mom wasn't sure if you ate at their place."

Kassidy did but her stomach grumbled regardless. The Other was always hungry.

“No, I'm okay." A lie, mostly.

As they past the familiar curve of Gallan Road, pulling into the familiar suburbia of the Harmon Gold neighborhood, the two talked about whatever. Basic school things. Connor's predicament with math and the weird art study Kassidy had to do. They mused over what they might do for Chanton High's October festivities and any local Halloween parties.

“Shame it'll be my last one," Connor said, stopping at a streetlight. “The free candy was the shit. And the weed."

Kassidy scoffed. Sometimes Connor scored a few grams off a friend or two, though he hadn't done it in years. Still, she didn't like that he did it, harmless as it was. Felt so unnecessary, like he was trying too hard to grow up. And she didn't want him to grow up. Because if he did, he had to leave, and if he had to leave. . .

Mine, came the crackling whisper of the Other.

“Nobody says you have to stop celebrating when you graduate," offered Kassidy. Connor shook his head.

“Eh, that's tacky. Besides, probably not relevant next year."

“What do you mean?"

Connor smiled, excitement lacing his tone. “Dude! I didn't tell you? No, guess not. I'm all but accepted in my college of choice. Got the letter when I got home today."

Kassidy's throat caught. Her heart sank.

“What?"

The light switched to green and the car pulled to the left.

“Yeah! Isn't that insane? They need my final division scores but my GPA is perfect. Might even get a scholarship. I'll basically have an opportunity right after graduation."

Both she and the Other screamed a unified NO! At least, internally. But, why? He was a senior, this was expected. Why was this so upsetting all of a sudden?

Kass fought back tears that she didn't understand, forcing a smile.

“Wow. Shit, that's great. That's really great. Really, really great!"

Connor laughed. “Yeah, that's one word. I'm hyped as fuck for it though. I could even get an internship to one of these big-name SoCal companies if things go well."

“Planning kinda' far ahead aren't you?" said Kassidy, hoping to stifle him. God, what was he so excited for!? And why so far away? Did he even care that he was leaving his family? Or more specifically, her?

He didn't seem to notice. “I like thinkin' big. This is a huge deal, you know?"

Kassidy didn't know what else to say. She kept the conversation stiff, mildly interested in the details of his move. When, specifically.

“Probably not too long after graduation. Sooner, maybe, if I do the early credits program."

Kassidy's heart sank even more. The early credits program was for students who could show aptitude for certain classes, allowing them to graduate before the traditional date if they excelled. And Connor was pretty damn smart.

Once they got home, she didn't want to discuss it anymore. She offered an excuse about being tired and stomped off to her room. The house was quiet and mum and pa were getting ready for bed too.

In the company of her pillows, Kass wanted to scream. She felt a hundred things at once. Sadness, rage, loss, pride. All amplified by the testy nature of the Other, who was practically tearing her way through Kassidy's mind.

IT'S NOT FAIR. HE IS OURS.

“There's nothing we can do," Kassidy said, lying back. She flipped through her phone but it couldn't distract her.

NO! WE CLAIMED!

Kass clenched her teeth. It was hard fighting the Other off now. She could feel her conscious mind roiling with blood red fury. Instinct was overpowering, and the desire to do. . . something burned through her.

“No, we didn't. He's just. . . it's not like he's my boyfriend or something. He's my brother! That's sick!"

NOT. BLOOD.

Kass turned to her side, like she was looking away from her half.

“That hardly matters." Right?

Ugh, she was so tired. She had stayed up so late with the Other and combined with schoolwork and practice, the weight of the day fell over her. But every time she closed her eyes, she could only remember Connor's words. Shit. He was gonna' leave and she would never see him again!

“Stupid jerk," she whispered.

Her eyes closed. She tried to fill her thoughts from the boys at practice, but nothing worked. Connor kept flashing back into her mind. Sometimes without clothes. . .

Sleep came.

-*-

The dreadful night awaited her. Misty and warm and full of sounds. It was time. Blood was in the air, the earth, the bodies. Even the tiny worms.

Move, move. Fast now. Stretch. All that machinery of muscle unleashed on the quiet dark. Claws and fangs. Eyes a poison gold scanning the horizon. Fur like fire and blood dashing through the emptiness. The animals scattered, those that could hear. Those who could not, they died. The deer, yes, that one. It died. Too slow and too uncertain.

It had been so long. The taste of raw meat, unspoiled. The humans, they ruined the flesh with heat and salt. Removed the blood. They acted the animal, yet did not perform the kill. So weak.

Her half did not approve. But the Stranger had to learn. Learn the way of the wolf, path of the pack. But not now. Now the Stranger slept, tired. No control left, so she took over. And the Stranger, the one calling herself Kassidy, would never know. This was all a dream to the Stranger.

A sad thing. The wild night was freedom. The Stranger did not have freedom.

The night had everything. Except. . .

No mate.

A terrible thing. A queen of her kingdom with no mate at her side. No cubs to sire, no pack to forge. But what could she do?

The Stranger, her interests were in the fairer things, the young boys. But they were not of the blood. They had no blessing of the moon. And the things, those. . . “chimera." They were poor imitations of true wolf. Meek and fragile.

The Gift could change that. But the Gift was not for all. Most lacked the strength to wield it. Most lost themselves in the wolf and went rabid. The Stranger was strong in this way. Stronger than she knew. Strong that she had to respect the Stranger.

But it meant they were alone. There were none to give the Gift to. Or. . .

Hmm. She grumbled, tearing a fresh slab of bloodied meat from her kill. The taste of hot salt and copper dripped down her throat, sating one hunger. But not the other.

She paused. She considered. She did this rarely – only operating on instinct. But this was different. There was the boy, the male Kassidy called “brother." The not-blood. What of him? Was he worthy of the Gift?

Mine, thought the Other. Perhaps he was. But the Gift was only for the trustworthy. The girl liked him, more than she was willing to admit.

But the Stranger did not want to act on her feelings. Too caged by the cold laws of her world. Too much mind, not enough instinct. So what then?

I'll make her.

The Other licked her claws. No, that wouldn't do. The Stranger had plenty of willpower. Even for all the wolf's own rage, the Stranger kept her in check. The Stranger needed. . . convincing. Heat, then.

All words and thoughts were meaningless in the presence of desire. The overwhelming whirlwind of lust and want eroded logic and obliterated reason. The last gambit of nature to assure the siring of kin, no matter the cost. So, all the wolf had to do was nudge the Stranger in the “right" direction.

He was moving away soon, like a fleeing animal. That would not do. And if he did, the boy might find himself paired with some other, weaker, unworthy mate. No, no. He belonged to the wolf.

The Other drifted back to the home, a flash of fire in the dark. She was hungry again, but this time, for something else.

-*-

“Ugh."

Kass pulled herself out of bed, her head heavy. God, what did she do last night? Nothing. Nothing at all! She went to bed. Earlier than usual, in fact.

Dammit, she thought.

“It was YOU!"

Kassidy went to her bathroom mirror, looking herself over. No scratches or blood. No wayward twigs. No torn limbs of an innocent citizen.

“You bitch," she hissed. “You took over, didn't you!?"

The Other wasn't quiet. It roared back in a brave, energetic kind of way.

Yes, she answered. To stretch. To taste blood. To feel.

Kassidy wanted to wretch, but couldn't. Couldn't because the idea of fresh blood no longer disgusted her, much as she wished it wasn't true.

It was also strange, arguing with what was essentially herself. Even though the Other was an entity of wolf and muscle, it was still, well, her.

She went to the bathroom, staring at her reflection. She looked into her eyes, seeing the glimmer of gold behind them. This couldn't happen again.

“No," said Kassidy. “No more. I should've known I couldn't trust you. I'm not letting you out for a month. Or maybe ever."

Usually, this kind of threat held significant weight. But the Other cared little. And the Other cared little because deep down, far into the darkest pit of her subconscious mind, Kassidy liked it. Kassidy reveled in the urges, of satiating hunger. The power to kill, and to move, that was the gift of the moon. And no matter how hard she denied it, the Other knew the truth.

You will, the wolf shot back. Because we want same thing.

At once, images flooded into Kass. All of them were coated with the same heated, powerful urge. Every one of them was of Connor, and every one of them the wolf wanted to claim him. Kass' concentration felt apart and her cheeks went red.

Never in her life had an urge felt so powerful. At first, she tried to dismiss it as a trick of the Other. But, no, like everything else, she couldn't lie to herself. This was her own desire. The wolf within was just another shade of her. A bestial thing, certainly, but still all Kassidy.

No more wait. No more game. Take for own. Mate before he leaves.

Kassidy closed her eyes, as if that might help.

“You. . ."

Her thoughts roiled. She wanted Connor in ways that didn't make sense. He's my brother! She kept saying to herself, over and over.

But he wasn't, not by blood anyway. He was trustworthy too. Close and safe, the proximity of home. And he could probably understand this. . . “side" of her. Nobody in the world knew, not her parents, not her closest friends. But Connor? She could tell him anything.

Strange new ideas entered her mind, ones of a grassy horizon lit by the descent of a fading sun. The air was cold and the night virgin for blood. Kassidy bounded through the grass as the Other, a flash of reddish fur, a beast of power and muscle. But not alone. No, in this daydream, at her side was another wolf, and that wolf was Connor. And in this strange thought, they were mated hunters, killers, masters of the dark.

Kassidy opened her eyes. She didn't say or think a word. She simply prepped herself for school, going about her routine.

No more waiting.

Tonight then.

-*-

“I don't wanna' see your drug stash."

Few places could “accommodate" Kassidy's desires, so the familiar spot in the forest would have to do. The house certainly wasn't ideal, especially after she demonstrated her gift to Connor.

Foolhardy and full of naïve, teenage adrenalin, Connor was more than happy to oblige Kass' request to go with her at night. Out of curiosity, and maybe a protective instinct. The darkness didn't bother him either, and he seemed to revel in it. Just like her.

“It's not a stash," said Kassidy. “It's something else."

Connor laughed. “Not murder victims I hope."

Kass didn't respond.

“Jesus Kass, never took you for one of those types."

“Oh shut up, just come with me."

They waded pass thickets of leaves and twisting trees. The near-autumn had left some of them bare and skeletal, while the night quivered with the chorus of chirping insects.

There was no easy way to go about this. Caught between desirous urges and perplexing anxiety, Kassidy's 'plan' was as thought out as a brick through a window. Attempting to explain things to Connor matter-of-factly was sure to be met with laughter. So, there was only one option: she would show him.

And in a bestial sort of way, it was preferable.

How would he react? She didn't know. Especially when her intent wasn't only to show, but well, to advance. This was more than just a meet, after all.

They reached the empty space where Kassidy often found herself on a clear star laden night. A nearby creek whimpered in the dark and frogs chided the air with their raucous. Once there, they were surrounded by a veil of skeletal sentries, quiet trees watching the pair in steadfast observation.

“Uh. . ."

Kassidy turned to Connor, uncertain. She fumbled her fingers together, as though they might provide some miracle answer.

“I did bring you out here to show you something," she said, gaze to the ground. “I'm not sure how you'll react though."

Connor looked around. “That's mildly concerning," he said.

“You can tell me anything, you know. Just, shit, you didn't do something bad, did you?"

“No," Kass said immediately. “I guess not."

Connor sighed in relief. “Okay. Well what then? Is the boyfriend. . . a girlfriend?"

She rolled her eyes. This conversation could go on all night if she let it. Better to just. . . get on with it.

“Don't run, okay?"

Even in the dark, Connor's expression of bewilderment was plain. “W-what?"

Kassidy said nothing else. Instead, she let the chains of her mind fall away. Letting the Other take hold was as simple as breathing. No need for special moonlight or profane rituals. It was just a matter of letting go. A matter of embracing the wild. The desire, the rage, the power.

She exhaled. But when she took her next breath, she was no longer Kassidy.

Her frame erupted in a splinter of twisting, cracking sounds. Bones elongated, muscle tissue bloomed, size grew. Kass let out a scream as her entire frame writhed with raw, primal strength. Her skin peeled, yet remade itself, replaced now by waves of red, russet fur. The timid curves of a young girl in high school gave way to the immensity of full grown wolfess, a creature amplified with raw, sinewy muscle and delicate touch of womanly curve.

Eyes snapped to a vicious, hellish gold and blood red hair fell over features, a fragile symbol of the human within the beast. Yells gave way to growls, flat teeth to sharp canines, fingers to claws. Her clothes fell away like meager scraps, utterly torn by the wideness of her bust, her waist, and her size.

There, standing in the dim light was not Kassidy the human, but Kassidy the Other. She heaved with ravenous breaths, at once looking to Connor. The boy was frozen.

The Other stared, though different than from before. This was not a wolf by itself. No, instead, Kassidy and the wolf were as one, for the first time. Perhaps because their objective was similar.

The wolfess opened her maw to speak, but all that came was a soft growl.

Instead, Connor did it for her. “Holy fucking shitchrist. . ."

The boy looked over her with a mix of fear and fascination. Fascination? Yes, well, that was good. A start. He hadn't immediately run away, or scream in terror. Maybe he was in shock?

“Kass? Kassidy? Is. . . are you. . . is that you?"

He rubbed his hair, blinking, trying to process. Yet, strangely, there was no panic in his tone.

The Other nodded with an affirming growl. “Arrrooo."

“Jesus," he said, falling to the ground. “Wow. What are you? I mean. . . are you a chimera or something?"

Kassidy blinked. Narrowing her eyes, she crept over to him on fours. She sniffed at him, then flicked his head.

Well, suppose in a world of animal hominids, perhaps this wasn't so strange after all.

“Ow!"

He pushed at her nose. “Still an asshole then, huh?"

The Other growled with pride.

“I guess mom and dad don't know."

Kass shook her head. And still, she was beguiled by how well he was taking this. He almost looked. . . interested. Well, good.

It's what she wanted.

“Dude, that's insane. How long has this been a thing?" said Connor, gesturing to her frame.

She huffed, pushing him.

Realizing, he shrugged. “Hey! Easy. If you can't talk just, I dunno, stomp twice or something."

The wolfess snorted. Cute. At least he felt comfortable. But comfort wasn't what she wanted here. She wanted more, and now that the wolf was out, there was little to cage her volcanic libido.

She nudged forward, but this time, purposefully shoved her hefty tits into Connor's view. Her nose pressed into his forehead but her intent was clear. Just as well, the wolf form certainly had its benefits. Easily her womanly bust was thrice the size of the boy's head and could probably crush a rock if she tried hard enough. Far better than any simple human girl.

“Uh. . ."

Connor's lack of fear spurred the wolfess on. She half expected to chase him down from before, but now? His “comfort" instilled courage in Kassidy, as though she could share more of herself than just a form. And she did.

The wolfess growled, and now the weight of her bust encompassed Connor's head. He gave a muffled yelp of surprise, completely encompassed by the hefty red sacs.

“Holy shit Kass, w-what the hell?"

He wasn't struggling. Muzzle stretched with grin, eyes digging into Connor's own. She pushed him into the soft earth, gently, letting the thick of her bust wiggle on his head.

Her nose came to his, and her tongue flicked to taste against his lips.

“Mmmmmiiiiiine," she managed, tone guttural and bestial.

She wasn't sure if Connor was on the “same page" as her. His hands, however, did come to her massive front, palms squished into the generous size of her buxom front.

“Damn," he said, “These are. . ."

Kassidy rumbled with wolfish laughter. Oh, and what was this? Her hips wiggled, coming to his. There, she felt a little nudge, a sense of hardness teasing the split of her haunches.

So, he was ready to play.

Kass didn't question his readiness too – this was an ideal situation, after all. Maybe the boy held some hidden, safely-guarded feelings for her as well?

For now, it didn't matter. His hands sprang to her buxom front and offered a healthy squeeze. He grunted, since the weight of the damn things was far greater than expected. Still, pleased mumbles escaped him, a clear sign he was enjoying handfuls of wolfess tits.

Kass let off an excited growl herself. Her nips were sensitive, never touched by a stranger's hand, and every brush of finger and hand sent excited, tingling waves through her. So much that she pushed herself further into his grip, hoping he might get a little rough. She was a big girl, after all.

One of Connor's hand slipped down to her waist, clasping it, probably for balance.

“Damn, Kass," he said through heated tones, “Are we really doing this?"

She grinned with a positive bark.

Connor gave off a weak chuckle. “I had no idea. . ."

Intrigued, Kassidy bounced on him, teasing his loins further. The daydreams from before flooded through her mind, images of sordid, raw sex filling her thoughts. She started to imagine his cock hilted in her delicate folds, in places secret. The woods now, maybe next time her room?

Needless to say, the wolfess had desires, and there was only mate suited for her wants.

Connor let both his hands slip to her rump now, getting squishy palmfuls of the generous slopes.

“Hey, can you uh, help me out of these?"

Realizing he was still held up by tight jeans, the wolfess cocked her head and nodded. A gentler girl might have unbuckled him with sensual, teasing grace. But Kassidy? A clawed digit came to the pants and tore them right off, ripping away his briefs to expose the nubile malehood to the night air.

“Whoa! S-shit, those were expensive!"

Granted, Connor wasn't about to argue with a wolfess twice his size. Less so when she propped herself against the inches, the warmth of her wet lips touching the edge of his pike. He let off an enticed groan, the kind that indicated a demand for more.

Kassidy panted as the hot inches teased her lips. Finally! So close! All of him was right there! The months, maybe years she had spent in admiration of her step-brother had finally come to fruition. Her muzzle came to his features, a sloppy tongue rolling over his lips and face, even biting as his chin to show affection. . . and possession.

“Damn. . ."

Connor was too lost in wolf to return the “kiss." Rather, his twitching shaft nuzzled against the hot outer lips that was Kassidy's wolf snatch, and a desperate male hunger erupted in him. As if sensing this, the wolfess raised her immense haunches and pressed herself against the throbbing tip. A tingle of tight warmth overcame Connor, and he allowed himself a quiet 'yes' as the wolfess began to claim her prize.

“Rrrrrgh!"

Kassidy's form arched as she let her hips sink upon the hard inches. She felt her tunnel spread so perfectly, the caress of malehood sending spikes of electric heat through her. Connor moaned aloud as the entirety of himself was buried in the wet, soaked hole, a warm, tight way clenching him in ways he never thought possible.

He pushed himself as far as he could go, procuring a delighted yelp from the wolfess. But, seeing as she was the queen of the night, she wouldn't be taken for a ride. That was her job.

Slowly, the wolfess began to rhythmically bounce her hips against the awaiting cock. Each rise and fall emitted loud, satisfying claps as fur met hip. The generous size of her full ass offered pleasant wiggles, waves of jiggling flesh rumbling through Connor's palm as the wolf began to ride him.

“Oh god!"

Connor was at the mercy of Kassidy's ploys, but he could hardly mind it. He had never felt anything this intense. The hot, snug caress of the wolfess' inner folds coaxed and massaged him with every motion, practically suckling him. His rip exploded with waves of intensifying pleasure each time the wolfess moved, and his testes roiled over with eager seed.

Kassidy felt herself consumed with heat. She pinned the boy down, clawed hands to shoulders, while her motions grew in speed. The strength of her hips and thighs could likely split a tree with enough effort, but it was a different kind of wood she intended to break.

YES! MINE!

The Other and herself were unified in their rambunctious claim. Their movements, slow and tender at first, were now rapid and hungry. Kassidy slammed her hips into the awaiting pike, vibrating the ground and forcing Connor to grunt with a mix of pain and satisfaction. The sordid, sloppy slaps battered the surrounding trees with wild echoes as the wolf claimed her prize – no, her mate – in a display of unbridled passion and lust.

“Oh fffuck!"

Connor was beside himself. He had been with a girl exactly once, and it wasn't that good. This though was something else entirely. It was like the wolfess – despite her size – was a perfect fit for him, and everything from her massive bouncy breasts to her wild dives sent him into overdrive.

Finally, there was little either of them could do in face of such motions. Kassidy had kept herself pent up for agonizing years and Connor, well, didn't mind some good pussy. Even if it was from a massive werewolfess.

He trembled, groaned again, and felt his shaft surge with hot waves of sticky issue. White seed poured into the bestial tunnel and soaked her, made all the more intense by her movements.

At this, Kassidy reared back and let out a night-splitting howl, letting all the forest know the queen had found her king.

Spent, Connor was left as an exhausted pile of person, though the wolfess was easily ready for more.

“Holy shit Kass," he managed, gaze unfocused. “That was fucking crazy. . ."

She gave an approving growl, licking his features once more. For a while, they didn't move, the night only filled with sounds of her panting.

After a moment though, Connor chanced a question.

“Are you gonna' change back?"

An interesting query. But within herself, the Other said no. And Kassidy agreed. She had no intention of ending things so early.

With a mischievous grin and a shake of her head, the russet wolfess wiggled her hips once more and coaxed the boy to erection. Before he knew it, the creature was bouncing off him again.

-*-

The two didn't know what time it was by the time things settled down. Kassidy had fucked her step-brother in a variety of ways. On all fours, bent over a rock, or smothering him into submission. Once her routines had finished she was practically full of seed.

They went back home, though Connor had to be careful seeing as his pants were completely torn.

He still didn't know what to make of things when they were inside.

They briefly went to his room while he put on a new set of briefs.

“You owe me for those pants," he said in hushed tones.

She gave him a half smile, in human form now. The transition back wasn't so hard this time, like the Other had been quelled.

“You aren't gonna' tell the folks are you?"

He immediately shook his head.

“I dunno what to think about this though," said Connor.

“Do we have to think about it?"

He paused, then shrugged. “Guess not."

“Let's just get some sleep. We can talk more."

For that, Kassidy was greatful. “Okay. Goodnight."

She wanted to say more, chance a 'love you,' but all things considered, that meant something entirely different now.

As she left his room, he could hear him mutter “guess I gotta' break up with Diane."

Kassidy went to bed and slept better than she had in years. Her dreams were quiet and peaceful, and in one, two silhouettes dashed across a field of grass against a magnificent moon. She was sure now, full of resolution:

The night belonged to them.