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Wolfhood: Reborn

by TimidTabby

Chapter One: Deformity

Tonight was going to be the night that everything changes. The stars were out and sparkling like diamonds, romance burning intensely with the added company of a nearly full moon hanging above the clear late Autumn sky shining its radiant pale silver over the two lovebirds stumbling towards the sanctity and comfort of a warm and comforting den. The brisk chill in the air did not deter the jubilant and intoxicating mood being had between the jaunting couple, their beings already aglow and seeking to burn hotter once they arrived at their quiet and secret spot, hungry hands and ravenous lips yearning to embrace and caress their opposites. There was no doubt in their minds; the sultry couple were eager to shed their second skin and cast off the chains of innocence; to revel in a night of lust and carnal pleasure and finally be freed of the oppression of the lingering title of virginity.

Tonight; Aiden will become a man!

At least this was what he hoped for, though the circumstances of his approaching sexual conquest and possible future with the jolly woman hugging his side was already in question. There wasn't exactly anything wrong with his blind date; Vivian was certainly ravishing with her flowing copper red hair, shimmering sapphire eyes, and silky smooth skin. The problem lied with her personality; coarse and ditzy with a hint of very little common interests that didn't exactly fill Aiden's quota for the perfect mate. He wasn't entirely certain what traits he was looking for in his future girlfriend and wife, only that they weren't apart of Vivian.

Why did I ever trust Gary to pick out my dates? Aiden lamented, sporting a forced smile as Vivian slapped his back stumbling in laughter. The only reason he had gone along with this setup was from the persistence of his best and only friend Gary offering his assistance in helping Aiden score and finally put an end to his life as a virgin. Gary says it would drastically improve his social life; whether Aiden would finally meet 'the one' or just experience a damn good time, his friend firmly believed plowing someone would shake off this timid awkward funk Aiden was apparently known for by Gary's opinion. It's true that Aiden wishes he could be more confident in asking a woman out, for love or sex, but he had his reasons for shunning and fleeing from potential match-ups that came his way.

If only Gary knew the secret Aiden had to deal with, the very same that could threaten his chances tonight. His 'deformity' was a nuisance to his confidence, shaking the pillars of his bravery towards woman, towards anyone truthfully. If anyone were to find out about his 'strange equipment', the aftermath of the discovery could ruin his life. Degrading nicknames and unwanted attention would pile on top his lonely lifestyle; scientist and doctors would parade around and study him for a chance at fame just to understand why he was born this way. His parents...his Foster-parents wouldn't step in to comfort or protect their adopted child, having barely shown any real love to him in years; indifferent to Aiden taking his huge step out into the world away from the nest.

That's why this may be the only shot I'll get in my life Aiden contemplated, glancing back at Vivian. He felt a little ashamed taking a bit of advantage of the ditzy redhead, her illuminating intelligence dumbed further from the amount of alcohol she had consumed. Seven shots of Tequila certainly will impair anyone's judgment and rationality. Aiden was afraid that if the two of them committed to their urges and went all the way, Vivian might wake up the next morning oblivious to her intoxicated activities, spouting claims that she had been raped by a stranger. If being called a freak wasn't his biggest concern, being called a rapist would be.

Then again; Aiden wouldn't be planning to bed a drunken gal period if his own mind was in the right place. Oddly; he was aware that he was taking chances he normally would shy away from in light of his own safety. The fact that he knew Vivian wasn't the right girl for him right off the bat should have him calling the tipsy woman a cab home, in turn calling this a failed night. Hell; Aiden was sure he wasn't as intoxicated by the liquor as much as Vivian, having only had two beers that barely had him buzzing...or was he too drunk to realize he may have had his fair share of booze? He was certain that he still felt competent to make coherent unfiltered decisions, but; as he understood, he was acting...different.

Her smell. It was the first thing that Aiden had noticed when he met Vivian at the local small club Gary had set the two up at, the one stimulating thing that kept his attention and arousal. The way she smelled seemed to help compliment her luscious bodily appearance occasionally distracting him from both her boring and awkward conversations worsening the more she downed a shot of Tequila, and the multitude of smells filling the club as the night went on. Booze, smoke, sweat; the scene was becoming too intense for Aiden to bear, confused and panicky over how to translate and react to the rising musk of people growing more pungent and strong as they danced and groped to the blaring noise that establishment claimed was music.

Seriously; Aiden felt like ripping his ears off at one point when the DJ decided to experiment with softening and blasting the speakers out of the blue in the middle of each song.

For whatever reason; though, believing he had been showing more disinterest in her than grimace with the so called entertainment and potent scents of perspiration, Vivian seemed very interested in wanting Aiden's attention, enough to sneak herself on top of his lap while he was distracted by his overpowering senses, signaling her overzealous intentions with a soft kiss to his lips and a snaking hand fondling the growing bulge against his jeans.

Her smell...it was sweet and sensual, enticing enough to forget about his fears and pessimistic views of his date and just go with the flow; enjoying the succulent taste of her lips locking with his as he held Vivian close upon his lap. There was a brief moment when Aiden broke free from the spell having caught an unwanted whiff of her tequila breath, but his nose caught a more welcoming insatiable scent that sent him traveling; exploring lower between the soft pillows of her chest, lower still to between her firm thighs.

Aiden was not a pervert; never having been one to exploit a woman's body for his uncommonly sinful needs, nor not as much as a sexual fiend like his friend would prefer him to be (for whatever reason). But whatever was flipping his switches tonight Aiden suddenly felt like a different man, nuzzling underneath Vivian's chin above her perky breasts; his hands groping behind her back reaching down to her ass while he caressed her outer thighs sneaking gentle rubs against her clothed privates. And the best part; Vivian was enjoying it, perhaps having been waiting for Aiden to make his move and finally make-out, facing her body forward straddling his lap where they sat as they kissed, groped, and grind for sexual stimulation.

The heat building over her moistening nether seemed like a strong indication; Aiden's thoughts whispering familiar primal yearnings, a frightening urge to sink his teeth into his horny date's shoulders creeping over his desires. Aiden had been hesitant to continue making out then and there feeling the presence of something inhuman and wild stirring, an animal sensation that has slowly been surfacing into his generally average and cautious life. And it felt as if his worst fears were coming true, but he was too preoccupied and content to fight it.

For the two minutes the couple made out, Aiden felt like a wild animal...and he wanted more.

He was only glad they had gotten out of that establishment when they had, summoning what fleeting willpower Aiden could mustard and coming to his senses in time to find Vivian preparing to undo his pants and remove her blouse. Vivian was obviously distraught at his chastity, forcing herself upon him once or twice more to get Aiden to loosen up and have fun. Luckily; she managed to regain her modest as Aiden did after he explained the consequences and unwanted attention of hundreds of partygoers watching them have sex. At least that's what Aiden believed, though Vivian's unrelenting advances made him think there was no sensibility or shame left in the horny bitch.

And; truthfully, if he hadn't come to his senses Aiden probably would have felt proud having the world watch as his lustful date submitted to his sexual whims.

At first; Vivian thought they were going to continue their passionate exploits at a random hotel, but Aiden wasn't quite as loaded as she probably had hoped. He made a suggestion of venturing out into the outskirts of the forest, resuming their lustful ways secluded in the bosom of nature and the romantic eye of the moon. However; his date expressed her reluctance and listlessness in the idea preferring to complete their deed enclosed somewhere warm and comfortable. Since they had little options, Aiden agreed that they could return to his apartment, a short distance from the club. Vivian seemed appeased hugging his arm as she stumbled along the quiet streets.

As they traveled; Aiden remembered having done a mental double-take when pitching the woodland outing. A bizarre yet fascinating image of him and his date flashed in his mind, the two on hands and knees sniffing each other; rubbing shoulders and sides affectionately making canine like sounds as they played, their wild sides taking over. Aiden shook the scene out of his head though it lingered obsessively, feeling a weird jubilation of him and Vivian acting out like dogs...or...

Though why did Vivian look extraordinary different in his woodland fantasy? Did the dark veils of the trees make her pale skin appear darker? Did the instance of brilliant silver moonlight upon her luscious hair hide her copper tint to match the shade of the lunar orb hovering above? The image of Vivian in his mind was not Vivian...but why? And why did this other woman feel so familiar, so...desirable?

"That's where you live?" Vivian snickered, pointing to the compact two-story motel styled apartment complex coming up at the end of the road. Aiden sighed and nodded as he frowned upon Vivian's future reaction to his den. The building was generic and rustic, gaudy faded sky blue paint chipping from beam to walls and worn wood and metal needing replacing before someone got into an accident. The Super and his wife that runs the rundown quaint complex claim they are working on renovations. Of course; this was promised every month without action, the occupants themselves usually calling out to repairmen and renovators out of their own pocket. It was only a stroke of luck Aiden was given an apartment with very little problems, save for plumbing. What his apartment had to offer visually was the only regret weighing on his mind as he guided the stumbling Vivian across the country road intersecting the street from the club behind them half a mile away.

Maybe she will be too drunk to care how my apartment looks Aiden hoped, helping Vivian up the stairway to his second-story abode. His eyes glanced around the side of the complex, pining for the solace serenity of the woods stretched out behind and out of town. As rundown as this place was, Aiden felt more at peace being closer to nature than the city. He lately began to think the reason for it was coming from these surfacing primal urges encroaching on his conscious, a trait that had been bothering him since he turned eighteen years ago, perhaps even longer. But Aiden has since tried to suppress these feelings and move on, living his life as best as he could; human. In any case; whether driven by preference or bizarre animal instinct, Aiden sighed miserably as he pulled out his keys (what little he had with no car or other lockable property), unlocking the door to his apartment and bracing for Vivian's disapproval.

A flick of a switch illuminated the small living room of Aiden's apartment, not much to show for his material wealth but a cheap faux-pine wooden coffee table resting in front of his worn hand-me-down cream colored sofa nestled under the sill of his window, a two piece bookshelf with only a few old books and a decorator plant, and a cheap stylish room lamp standing near the entrance to the apartment's generic kitchen. Across the living room was the doorway into his bedroom, no better off with simply an aged mattress without the metal frame and wheels keeping it off the ground, a thick three drawer mahogany dresser, a simple vanity mirror and wall clock nailed above it, and a crooked frail desk with a busted leather computer chair. Though the living room's light wasn't bright enough to enter his bedroom, the moonlight streaming down from his window above the bed was so revealing a tattered mess of currently unidentifiable things littering the floor. It took a moment longer realizing this that his living room carpet was also left unclean, shocked to find dirt stains leading up to his bedroom with tiny remnants of grass and leaves in its wake.

What the hell did I do last night??? Great; now she's gonna think I'm poor and a slob.

"Guess it could be worse," Vivian muttered with a chuckling stupor, making her way through the door. A light sigh escaped Aiden, distraught at Vivian's opinion of his current living conditions but content that she didn't seem turned off to continue their earlier excursion, apparently indifferent to the outdoor mess he had inexplicably dragged in over last night.

Well, as long as we don't turn on the light in my bedroom, I might be able to pull this off without Vivian discovering... Aiden's train of thought broke as he caught Vivian in time stumbling over her own high heels, catching her quickly in his arms before the back of her head met the corner of his coffee table.

Holy cow! Is this lady accident prone too?

The two gazed into each other's eyes for a brief moment, a short uneasy silence filling the living room before Vivian began bursting into laughter, Aiden joining along.

"Boy, am I clumsy," Vivian cried, the mixture of booze and her own ditzy personality making her voice more obnoxious than ever, even causing Aiden's ears to tug in pain. He ignored it though, focusing on the moment at hand hoping he wasn't making a mistake...and that his first time would be somehow memorable.

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

Well...at least she sexy clumsy. Gary sure knows how to pick them.

Vivian snickered before toppling once more, this time into Aiden hugging the left side of his chest and shoulder. She smiled sheepishly avoiding eye contact like a timid child, though Aiden figured she was putting on a coy act; her second trip assumingly intentional.

"Boy; I really am clumsy, aren't I?" Vivian bashfully said, staring back up to Aiden's eyes pressing closer against his body.

His stomach tightened locking amorous gazes with his intoxicated date, troubled with discerning his emotions and desires. Aiden knew her behavior was both a drunken display and flagrant seduction, further concerning his motives of conquest bedding a woman who may or may not be fully in control of her actions and understanding. It wasn't exactly his inspiring dream to have sex with a drunken woman he barely knew or even liked all that much.

Then again; Aiden's dreams of sexual fantasies weren't normal and romantic either, bewildered at the lucid memories of devolving into a beast and fornicating with other she-beasts. And right now; despite the strong odor of alcohol huffing against his face with each heated breath Vivian exhaled, that lingering smell of her own arousal fuming around her like a thick aura made him imagine his horny date in a fitting coat of shimmering red fur his fingers longed to comb. A startling illusion clouded his vision and touch, believing for a lengthy moment that red fur really was covering her skin, shocked (and aroused) as Vivian's face had become misshapen and canine, sporting a wolfish smile over blackened muzzled lips.

Beautiful shewolf bellowed in Aiden's restless primal mind before he recovered and straighten his thoughts back to normal. What am I thinking? Vivian's not a wolf. I don't want her to...

The encroaching smell of Vivian's bodily scent and need attacked him once more, his composure easily crumbling to the overwhelming animal urges. Aiden's emotions again conflicted, regretting not taking the time to understand this strange animal presence inside him and learning how to control it while feeling empowered and riveted letting control slip away. And it was clear the latter was winning, comfortable with the change to his behave as his instincts begged to do what came naturally in the heat of lust, urging Aiden to forget his embarrassment of his inhuman desires and the fear of his deformity; to just say "fuck it," tear her clothes off and embrace his darkest primal yearnings.

All these sensations simply from the smell of Vivian's arousal.

You can't deny your impulses. You smell it; the bitch is in heat. She needs you to satisfy her; you need her to slate your own needs. There is no confliction; tonight is simple. Take your mate; mount her, ride her, make her h...

Aiden forcefully shut his eyes, turning his head away from Vivian as her lips were inching closer. Gnashing his teeth tightly; his brow wrinkled and nostrils flared in a grimace, he fought to push back the haunting words spilling into his mind; the illusion of how he was picturing his date.

No! This is wrong, it's all wrong! Why can't I make this feeling go away? I'm going to scare this woman if I don't control these impulses. Am I really a freak? I'm I really...part wolf? Why me? Why is my life becoming so complicated?

"You alright, wolfy?" Aiden heard Vivian slur, his eyes opened wide stunned as he looked back to his inebriated provocative date.

"Wh-what did you call me?" he squeaked, swallowing hard.

Vivian giggled, slapping her left palm playfully against Aiden's chest. "What? It's a compliment. Your friend Gary made it such a big deal that you might be too innocent and timid. But I see right through you, wolfy."

That word again. Aiden could feel his heart racing faster than it already had been, his body hair standing on end and ears tugging to the sound of being called 'wolfy.'

Please don't call me that again Aiden wished he said out loud, holding back instead a weak quiet animal whine that only made Vivian giggle.

"It's no surprise why you agreed to go out with me at that sleazy club. You've been looking forward to this night haven't you? You don't really care about making me your girlfriend; you just want to fuck someone. Hungry like a wolf on the prowl."

Aiden was at a loss for words, stuttering "gah" and "um" while trying to conjure a formidable rebuttal.

"Good news for you, sweet boy," Vivian continued, wrapping her arms around Aiden's neck as she leaned forward next to an ear and whispered. "I'm kind of glad we're skipping the formalities. You're probably a nice guy, but I'm not looking for long-term either. I just want someone to fuck me tonight. I've been tired of using toys to get myself wet. Even contemplated going as far as letting my dog eat me just to feel a genuine rush."

Her dog!? Aiden exclaimed mentally, unable to shake off the mental picture of Vivian lying naked in her room playing with her breasts as her mutt went to town on her bushy garden. It got worse (or better) as the erotic image changed, the earlier illusion of Vivian endowed with wolfish features replacing her pale human appearance, seeing her forepaws caress her humanoid lupine figure; claws brushing the fur of her belly and teats while her maw hung open tongue lolling in heated panting.

She really is a bitch in heat, isn't she? I could help with that; show her how a real wolf pleasures his bitch. She'll be whining for more.

Aiden shook his head attempting to rid himself of that animal voice, knowing what he was thinking was extremely over the top and obscene.

"Oops; I didn't just say something to ruin the date, did I?" Vivian asked seeing Aiden react strangely again.

"No..." Aiden moaned, inhaling deeply as he straighten out and smiled bashfully. "I'm fine; it's all fine. I guess I'm just...I'm not certain what to do here. I don't mind if this is just a one-night thing, it's just that...I don't really know..."

"You really are an innocent one," Vivian laughed, rubbing a hand over Aiden's cheeks. "Don't worry sweetie, I'll help put things in perspective," she added before pulling him into a soft tender kiss.

For a moment Aiden relaxed, enjoying the pleasurable thralls of passion as his hands reached around Vivian's waist pulling her closer; tighter so their hips and thighs could mesh and grind. His doubts slowly washed away as he simply followed his date's lead, hands eagerly exploring each other's bodies tugging clothes to feel bare skin underneath; tongue's intertwining and dancing in a fevered waltz. This was what Aiden imagined lovemaking would be like, normal human affection with a strong human desire to mutual sexually please their senses, ready to dive deeper into the act and savor the moment when the two would eventually become one.

Don't fight your instincts. Take your bitch. Make her yours. Let yourself be free. Embrace who you are!

Their kissing paused; Vivian pulled back giggling as she looked over her horny lover, seeing a change in Aiden's actions. "You sure this is your first time?" she questioned in a seductive tone, amused in Aiden's switch from an awkward lover to a panting horny mutt. The second part wasn't a joke either. Aiden was too distracted by his primal urges to answer, seeing that Vivian remained blissfully amused either though he was unaware that he his tongue hung from his mouth, panting hard like a happy excited dog.

"I think we waited long enough, huh wolfy?" Vivian's finger ran down the bridge of Aiden's nose as she broke free and stepped backward towards the bedroom doorway, the same finger curling in a come-hither gesture. "Don't you want to make your bitch howl?" she joked, gingerly removing her jacket in a sensual manner as she turned to his bed, shooting an alluring glance back at her horny mutt.

"Mate..." growled from Aiden's panting maw, slouching forward as his sights were locked on the sultry red head making herself at home on top of his mattress. He watched favorably as he entered his bedroom after, Vivian crawling on hands and knees moving in an animalistic fashion as she lifted her head high to greet the moon peering through Aiden's window; her womanly hips and rump presented and inviting. This was going to happen; Aiden and Vivian would have sex tonight...rough and wild animal sex mounting his mate and pumping his throbbing member vigorously until they tied spilling his feral venom into his shewolf. Aiden's throat tightened, teeth bared uttering strings of low exhilarating growls, his voice eager to howl his feelings as the waiting Vivian turned her gaze back to him, grinning with radiant blue eyes.

Yes!!! So horny! Following instincts, mate with bitch, make her how...ho...oh dear god...please make it stop. Why do I want this? I'm human. Human I tells ya!

"Oh wolfy?" Vivian called out stealing Aiden's attention back, confounding his internal struggle waving her ass. "Aren't you ready to mount me? You're bitch is ready."

WOW!!! Why...how does she know what I'm thinking? There's no chance Gary set me up with a horny wolf crazed lunatic, did he? I...I need to think...

Panicky; Aiden fled to the nearest door to his left, making a quick escape into his bathroom. "I'm r-ready...in just a minute. I just...need to...take a leak. Be right back!" Before Vivian could respond, Aiden hastily shut the door and locked himself in.

Vivian pouted, holding her all fours posture as she looked out the window above the bed to the moon peeking over the sky. "Great. Gary said this one was weird. I just thought he meant..." Vivian sighed, collapsing onto her side as she glared at the light shining through the cracks of the bathroom door. "This better not last less than ten seconds like the other guy last month. That was a waste of my time."

* * *

This was becoming disastrous, at least as Aiden was concerned.

The cool sensation of the running water from the sink splashing against his face was welcoming, but it did little to calm his nerves. Aiden was wound up; muscles tense and body trembling as he tried to control his labored breathing. His skin was crawling and hot to the touch, feeling like he could burst into flames any minute if he didn't get his clothes off soon. He wished that his anxiety was simply coming from all the excitement of his first time, nervous about his performance and whether real physical sex would feel as gratifying for him and Vivian as he hoped. But the truth was far clearer than he wanted to believe. The symptoms, the animal behavior, his urges, the dreams and illusions; Aiden was hard press to admit what was happening to him considering the criteria he should have met to even possibly be cursed or infected. There was another possibility, but then it meant it was a genetic mutation; a heredity curse passed on by his real parents. The why; though, suddenly became unimportant with his present situation.

Maybe he was just dreaming again, a slow long daydream that was finally deconstructing back to its surreal roots of his subconscious.

"This isn't happening," Aiden repeated through labored breath, forcing himself to look up into his vanity mirror to see his reflection. For a moment; it felt like his fears were false seeing his normal human-self staring back at him, chuckling in relief as he combed his short, ragged light dark brown hair. That moment disappeared finding his tongue escaping back out into heavy panting, his eyes glowing in a golden yellow hue; eyes of a wolf. Startled; he dropped his gaze back to the sink and splashed more water over his face rubbing his eyes, looking back to the mirror once more to see the familiar hazel brown.

This doesn't make sense. Shit like that isn't real. It's just a made-up horror story for Halloween and monster movies. I don't ever remember being bitten or anything either. It just can't be real; I'm going insane. I'm not...not a...

A shallow sigh escaped his breath as he slowly looked down to his waist, taking a short step back as he slipped out of his shoes and socks without the assistance of his hands, using them to unenthusiastically undo the button and fly of his jeans. Aiden took another deep breath and another sullen sigh, already feeling the bulging outline of his erection pressing against his boxers, a small sensation of relief and arousal traveling up his gut as he pulled down his loosened jeans and underwear down to his ankles. That frightening animal pride crept over him as he studied his red throbbing manhood, followed shortly by a cringing sense of humiliation.

So why am I like this? Why was I born with...this!?

Aiden is an intelligent mammal. He may have not been the smartest person in school, but he understood well enough how the world turns; sensible to the social norms of what was considered normal and abnormal. Aiden knew fully well what the male anatomy was supposed to look like; what was customary. And the erect fleshy red bulge curved upward near his underbelly, unsheathed from its concealing pouch of foreskin, was definitely not normal. Human male groins were not designed to be shaped like this, not like an animal. Not like a dog.

...or a wolf...

For many years; Aiden had carried this bizarre and embarrassing secret between his legs, naïve to his genetic abnormality until he eventually acquired adequate appropriate knowledge of the difference between the human and animal body. His self-esteem tanked for the longest time; unable to summon the courage to discuss his deformity to his Foster-parents (who would be ill-equipped to console), to Gary (who he feared would forever laugh over his abnormal condition, or never want anything to do with him), or even see a doctor (paranoid over the ethical treatment he could receive being examined and studied). There was no easy way for him to search for answers or find support from those he trusted without plugging a mortifying mental image that has even been in the back of his own mind since contemplating his origins. Could Aiden be the impossible spawn of some sick person's dirty bestiality fantasy? The only damning question was if his animal genes came from his mother or father; whether it was from a lucky mutant canine fertile enough to knock up a human female...or if he had been birthed from a shewolf's womb.

Rekindling old shameful musings made Aiden's stomach turn.

I never wanted to believe it; I hoped it was just some part of growing up, that the body goes through weird changes when you mature. But having a canine penis? What cosmic sick joke is this? There can be no physical way I'm some genetic deformed offspring of...it's insane! I must be cursed; like with Christina Ricci's character in that pig nose movie. I must have run into a witch and managed to unknowingly piss her off, putting a spell on my body so I would never know the extent of physical pleasure. Dammit; even that idea is crazier than...

But maybe it was true. The past idea had garner more merit today than it ever had, experiencing the telling signs firsthand in the last hour and the evidence piling up over the last few weeks, and maybe even from this morning specifically. Fragmented scenes from his recent dreams spilled through the cracks of his fragile psyche...or could they possibly be memories of his beastly exploits? The thought of what he did in his dreams actually being real memories stirred mixed emotions of disgust and pride, the animal inside relishing the latter one. Add on his sudden changes in behavior, the primal urges corrupting his desires and personality, and the vague but conceivable trigger of a nearly full moon tonight, and all the points seemed to tally up to one impossible fact.

Maybe...maybe I'm a Werewolf. Guess that's also why I'm always hungry for red meat.

Aiden sounded a frail chuckle, finding some twisted humor in the confounding surreal logic. He had joked about the prospects of being a Lycanthrope long ago when he started to question his origins. Being born cursed under supernatural means somehow was easier to swallow; to explain the ridiculous shape of his loins than the creepier alternative. Better to imagine getting his canine instrument from parent's afflicted with turning into werewolves once or more a month than be the impossible byproduct of a disturbing union between natural humans and animals.

Among his contemplation, Aiden had run a scenario where he would talk to his werewolf parents about why they were the way they are. Such questions eventually would have led to if it was common for a Werewolf's manhood to remain in its animal shape even in human form. Was this a natural born werewolf trait or would this happen to people cursed; infected by another werewolf as well? Would a human and Werewolf having sex make it profoundly easier to impregnate or was it only possible to have pups with another Werewolf? Was courtship between Werewolves any more complex as it was between humans; hoping to find a loving connection and companionship with their soul mate, or did they simply mate by instinct slaves to pheromones and cycles; seeking out willing bitches in heat desperate to be mounted and receive the potent offerings of a virile male stud?

It would have been helpful to know this crap Aiden thought; thinking so much about werewolves and wolves alike rousing the animal presence again, instinctively beginning to sound a riled growl feeling an intense wave of anxiety; clenched fingers raking the wall behind him, standing on the balls of his feet. It was coming back, harder to ignore or suppress when these primal sensations started to have a unlikely pleasurable effect, an intoxicating rush that tugged on Aiden's nerves craving more; wanting to submit and just let go. And maybe it was the same rush simply pumping more blood into every part of his body, but the excitement of succumbing to his inner wolf was leaving an odd erotic mark; his 'wolfhood' screaming to be touched, longing for the promise of accepting Vivian's invitation to slip inside and caress the pulsating walls of her private den.

Dammit_Aiden mentally cursed, gritting his teeth to fight back another urge to snarl. _Is this really what I am? Is there really some fucking wolf buried inside wanting to come out? Good lord; if I was alone, out in the woods away from town and people maybe I would give in. At least if I am going to turn into a hulking manbeast...or if am just suffering some dormant mental illness, I can act out my urges safely. I don't care what I do at this point; I just know I'll feel some twisted sense of relief and comfort getting it out of my system.

But tonight would be a problem, shaky eyes darting the bathroom door leading back out into his bedroom.

Vivian...how the hell am I supposed to explain this? Why did this shit have to act up so badly tonight? Why...why the hell did she have to start talking to me like that; like a dog? It's like she sees right through me; that she can sniff me out. What...what are the chances Gary set me up with an actually shewolf?

A muffled chuckle sounded from Aiden's mouth as his right hand gripped the collar of his shirt, his tongue breaking through grated teeth panting gleefully; his body tensing up and chest puffing out. His eyes looked glazed as his muddled thoughts reminded him of his earlier illusions of a wolfish Vivian, picturing the same red furred feral shewolf waiting impatiently on his bed postured on all fours, her flagging tail welcoming her mate to mount. Clenching hands could no longer resist giving his canine erection a few strokes or two.

Maybe Vivian is a Werewolf. Maybe that's why she is so eager to skip formalities and have sex. She said it herself; she's a bitch in heat and wants nothing more than a mutual fuck. She presented her rear to me; called me wolfy. The bitch needs to mate; it's in her nature.

A beastly grunt bellowed from his voice as Aiden's body trembled in amatory exhilaration, the unique perception that he might be mating with another werewolf a sanguine dream. Any truth to this assumption would make Aiden's night knowing he wasn't alone, that there were others like him out there; that his date wouldn't frown upon his deformity or his animal desires. Why would she if Vivian was just as much an animal; a wolf. His doubts and shame melted away, adrenaline and elation replacing those bothersome feelings as his rowdy primal mind drifted enjoying the prospect of finally embracing the wolf eager to escape; to be free.

_Free_Aiden growled mentally; toppling forward with heavy hands and digging fingertips holding him over the sink, feeling his being tense and contort in strange ways; a frightening yet thrilling aggression pouring from his voice and beaming wide eyes as he began to utter low yet deep snarls gnashing his teeth in dominant display. Relishing his animal ferocity had a disturbing pleasurable effect, sounding soft whines as his wolfhood throbbed intensely making it harder for him not to idly rock his pelvis or reach back down and stroke. Harder still not to be reminded of the bitch waiting outside on his bed, eager to mount and mate to his heart's content.

Be free...mate with shewolf. Be...wolf!

Heat flashed behind Aiden's eyes catching in the mirror's reflection its hues once again magically casting a florescent yellow; the white's darkening into black orbs. Shutting his eyes tightly only masked the stinging pain, and yet the knowledge that his sight was shifting to that of his secret feral counterpart made him smile. Activity riddled his body; rising discomfort spread over his face and extremities, his skin on fire and his insides squirming and twisting. His animal growling deepened fiercely, vocalizing both his confliction between the pain and excitement. His face and teeth hurt like hell, sharp pressure throbbed at his fingers and toes, and some part of his lower spine felt like it was trying to stretch; elongate and wag.

Was this really happening? Was Aiden turning into a wolf?

Wolf....wolf...wolf!

Behind closed eyes spilled fragmented memories of his recent wild dreams taking hold of his mind as he obsessively chanted that word, recalling the more carnal moments of his beastly exploits. He was no longer human in his dreams, his flesh and mind reformed in the embodiment of his secret primal nature cutting loose and fulfilling its desires to run and prowl; to stalk and hunt; to mate. It started with a deer here, a rabbit there; it escalated to stumbling upon visions of female canine creatures that lured him to their den, beckoning the lustful call of their instincts. Such vigor, such pride; Aiden remembered all of it, the frightening power of his dominance over his prey; the gratification of fulfilling his duty to his needy bitches, making them howl in rapture as they took his potency. He was their Alpha, and he wanted desperately to feel like one again; to have his real body back.

_...F-r-r-r-e-e-e-e-e-e..._his thoughts stretched, a sharp pain snapping his head back high; his neck and body straightening forward as Aiden believed he was feeling the vertebrae of his spine pushing up against the skin; snaking within and feeling the tailbone ache and pull.

"Aiden! What's taking you so long?"

The spell of his primal trance cracked as Aiden's eyes opened, recalling his sensibility and humanity. Trembling in confusion he scanned the bathroom and then his body, astonished to see that nothing had changed; that the sensations of feeling his body beginning to transform ceasing. There was little relief sensing his primal urges and thoughts still gnawing inside to be heard, but for a moment Aiden was given reprieve to collect his thoughts and rebuild his composure.

"I...I can't do this," he sighed, burying his face in his clammy hands. "I'm either a Werewolf or my sanity is falling to pieces. Either way; there is no chance Vivian is...she's just some horny bitch pretending to be wolf." His last statement ended with an angst snarl, shaking his head to tone down his heightened animal aggression. "Ok; that was a rude thing to say. Seriously; I have to tell her this isn't going to happen tonight. If I really am a Werewolf and I start changing in front of her, I could kill her...or turn her."

Then I make her a real bitch...

"Aiden?" Vivian called out again.

"I-I'm..." Aiden paused, his thoughts blank trying to make up an excuse for his stalling, involuntarily growling in frustration as the fatigue of controlling his animal impulses began to wane. "...just...getting the beer out of my system. I think it upset my stomach."

"You alright?" Vivian asked distances from the door.

"Y-yeah, I'll be fine. Be out in a minute."

"Ok; baby. Just don't take too much longer. Your bitch needs that beefy rod of yours. So horny."

Oh sweet Jesus; this is going to be difficult. What the hell am I going to do?

Faced with a difficult task of ultimately ending his one-night stand, Aiden began to formulate as many creditable excuses he could come up with. He faced the door stretching his body and standing up straight and proper as he cautiously open and swung the door, unconscious to the fact he was still walking on the balls of his feet. The thought also hadn't occurred to him as Aiden shut the bathroom light and exited out into the bedroom that his pants and boxers were left on the floor; his erect wolfhood glistening in the soft moonlight still shining through his window.