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Annabelle Schafer was the kind of neighbor that anyone would have been happy to have.

She was entirely gorgeous, but she didn't present herself in such a way that would make men jealous: she dressed down and respectful, allowing her natural beauty to shine through, instead of forcing the issue. She was a true and proper socialite, and always had just enough to say without gossiping, so much to the point that people wondered how she was so knowledgeable about so many topics, while seeming to be nothing more than a widower.

She was just a little bit older, getting up in her years, and living the kind of life that she did meant she had plenty of free time to mire about the house, relax, and take in the sights of the day. Even on a busy and bustling weekday, when everyone else seemed to have something to do, it wasn't uncommon for Annabelle to be sitting on her front porch, relaxing with a glass of lemonade and enjoying the feeling of the summer sun on her skin.

Relaxing in just such a way and nearly drifting off the sleep, the sound of a car pulling up to the vacant house next door and the doors slamming as a family of four climbed out of it were the only things that kept her from dozing off, but at the sound of company, she brightened right up, rubbed the sleep from her eyes, and waltzed down the front steps of her Victorian home to greet her new neighbors.

"The house looks even more beautiful in person...oh, honey! I can't even imagine how happy we're going to be here!"

The voice was that of a happy housewife, one who had been eagerly awaiting their arrival at the property after days of an agonizingly boring drive. She ran around the front of the car to hug her husband, and just behind them, her son and daughter stood to the side, the daughter smiling gleefully, and the son glancing away in disgust at the affectionate gesture.

"Oh, I'm sure the four of you will be [b]very[/b] happy," Annabelle said, as she intruded on the situation. She stepped across the narrow yard of vibrant, green grass and smiled, presenting herself as politely as she ever did. "The last family who lived there absolutely loved it...a bit of a fixer-upper, to be sure, but that means it's just waiting for you to make it your own!"

"You almost sound like you could be a realtor," the husband replied. He pressed a small, dainty kiss to his wife's cheek as the pair released each other and turned to face their new neighbor. "We're the Waltons! It's great to have such friendly neighbors, Miss...?"

"Schafer. Annabelle Schafer, and the pleasure is all mine, I assure you! What a darling family you have!"

Annabelle often spoke in tones that were older than she actually was, herself, and it helped to give her a disarming and gentle appearance, one that allowed anyone to feel safe around her, even an overly bubbly daughter and a disenfranchised son. "Thank you so much, Annabelle! I'm Frank, this is my wife Carla, and our two children, Sarah and Jack."

"It's nice to meet you!" Carla jumped in, though Jack merely offered a slow, quiet nod, not giving any sort of a verbal greeting.

"Wonderful to meet you as well, dear," Annabelle replied to Carla, while giving Jack a half smirk. "I suppose he's a bit more the brooding type?"

"Jack...he's just upset about leaving all of his friends, I think. It wasn't an easy decision for us to move, but...I had to take the job. I'm sure you can understand."

"Oh, but of course!"

"I just wish my son understood it so well," Frank muttered under his breath, but he kept his smile.

"I'm sure he'll come to understand why you did what you did in time, Frank. You seem like a good man...tell me, Jack. Have you ever been the new kid in a new place?"

"No."

"Well, you'll find this little town to be as friendly as they come, young man. I'm sure you'll make a load of new friends in no time."

It came across as an empty sentiment for Jack, who shrugged and walked up the stairs to the new house. "I guess that we'd better get you three inside...and I'd better get to work!" Frank declared, having come in with just enough time to let his family into the new house. "Kids, be good for your mother. You'll both be back in school starting tomorrow, so no staying up too late!"

"Those darling children are still in school?" Annabelle asked, raising a curious brow.

"Eighteen years of age a piece...twins, y'know? Such a pain in the neck, but I wouldn't trade them for anything," Frank explained, as he got back into his car. "It was nice meeting you, Annabelle. Take care!"

"You too, Frank!" she called back, waving as the car pulled away, and smiling to such a degree that it might border on creepy, if they knew her a little better.

**

The Walton family was adjusting well to life in their new home, even if Frank was constantly gone for business.

He had to move to a new town to be closer to a distribution center that would be in need of his help most of the time, but when he wasn't working there, he was in a plane, flying off to do a trade show somewhere else in the country. Carla and Annabelle became fast friends, as one was a supposed widower, and the other, a woman who was happily married, but to a man who couldn't be around nearly enough for his children.

"It was so nice of you to invite us over for this get together, Annabelle. You really didn't have to, you know. I could leave the kids next door if you think that's for the best."

Alcohol was flowing in no certain degree at the party in the old, Victorian house, and though the kids had been to plenty of parties where it was passed around, Carla was still clinging to the hope that her children had never taken part in such a thing. If she lost sight of them for even a moment at this party, there was no telling what they might get into, in such a large house.

"Trust me, your children are fine, Carla! They're very well behaved...young Jack even helped me to move some furniture around my house the other day. I'm sure that the two of them can be trusted. You should really let yourself relax every once in a while!"

"Oh, I suppose so...it's just hard to relax when Frank is almost never around. I don't think Sarah minds it so much, but I know it tears Jack up inside."

"He's a good boy, Carla. I think he just worries about becoming like his father and never being around. It's common for boys, his age."

"I'm just not sure what to do to cheer him up, anymore."

"Well, we have a local creamery that milks its own cows here in town, and they make some of the best, fresh milk that you've ever tasted. I know that my husband always cared for a glass when he got home from work."

Carla chuckled. "Y...you're serious? You really think it'll cheer him up that much?"

"Always does the trick for me, Carla. Besides, I can slip a little brandy into your glass, if you like."

"Well, you know how to win me over," Carla replied, offering up her empty glass with a snicker. "I'll take a glass of 'milk,' in that case...kids, could you come in here?"

Among the noise of the crowd, it was surprising that Sarah and Jack could hear a thing, but somehow, they heard the piercing voice of their mother and came back to the living room, just as Annabelle returned with a tray, and three glasses on it.

"Thank you all so much for coming to the party," Annabelle said softly. "Enjoy...especially you, Carla!"

The pair shared a quick, playful wink as Carla took her glass and took a full, healthy sip. Sarah wasn't a big fan of milk, but she smiled all the same and took a drink, wanting to be polite, while a thirsty Jack took the glass and slogged it unceremoniously, having been looking for the alcohol at the party, but somehow, he came up empty every time.

"My husband used to work at the creamery when he was still alive. I'm sure it does his soul well to see people are still enjoying the product," Annabelle admitted. She waited for everyone to finish before leaving the room and taking the glasses with her, wearing a smirk that Carla chalked up to nothing more than mere alcohol.

**

The party was quick to think out, that evening, and all of it was by design.

The milk simply didn't sit right with Sarah, who Carla took back to their house and helped her into bed, while Jack stayed at the party and had another glass of milk, quietly hoping that Annabelle was putting some kind of alcohol in it. The milk [b]was[/b] good, that much he couldn't deny, but there was definitely something unusual about it that he wanted to keep on tasting.

Curious as to what the secret ingredient was, he made the mistake of sneaking into the kitchen while Annabelle was refilling the bottle...only to see her breast popped free from her shirt, cupped in a hand as milk poured from the nipple.

"[b]Ooh, oh man![/b] I...I'm [b]so[/b] sorry, Ms. Schafer! I didn't know! I m-mean I-

"Calm yourself, Jack. It's perfectly natural, after all. You've never seen a woman's breast before?"

The shock of the moment was so great that it took Jack a couple moments longer to make the connection, even as he looked right at it. He was drinking breast milk...right from his next door neighbor.

"Wait...Ms. Schafer, how could you...I mean, you're not pregnant, are you?"

"No, I'm not, though there will be a new baby coming to the block very soon, young man."

Annabelle was too slow to hide her breast before Carla made her way back to the house, only to widen her eyes in concerned shock as she saw Annabelle finally covering up. "[b]Annabelle![/b] What the hell do you think you were doing with my son?!"

"He simply happened upon me while I was refilling the milk, Carla! I promise, I wasn't trying to do anything twisted to him, or with him. That'll be [b]your[/b] job."

"What kind of a family do you think we are?! How [b]dare[/b] you think I would do such a thing with my own child!"

"Oh, you will. Give it a little more time, sweetie...that's all it takes."

"I would [b]never![/b] And what kind of twisted woman serves breast milk to her guests??"

"Just a woman who cares dearly about keeping her town pure...that's all."

Jack tilted his head a little bit. "...Pure?"

"Yes...you see, my dear Waltons...this town stays small and quiet for a reason. We're very cautious about who we let in and out, and when we decided you were fit to stay, you had to be turned...there were no two ways around it."

"Turned? The only turn going on here is when I turn you over to the cops!" Carla shouted, her fists clenching at her sides in frustration.

"I wouldn't go to them, if I were you."

As if the words carried a certain power, Carla fell down to one knee, and her stomach turned over. She could feel the milk sloshing around inside of her guts as thick, grainy hairs began to sprout out all over her body, and her teeth chattered with a shiver that she couldn't fight.

"Right on time...I suppose you'll go to the police next, Jack?"

The question was pure mockery, as Jack gripped the counter, trying to fight whatever sickness he was overcome with. His hands gripped the counter fiercely, until it cracked under his grip, and his nails dug in...only, they were growing rapidly longer and sharper before him.

"Our kind is disappearing...we need more children to keep our village alive," Annabelle muttered. "That means we need babies to be born of pure, lupine blood...in other words, only a pair of werewolves can copulate in this town, and that means that your mother is now the only woman for you, Jack."

"You're sick!" Jack shot back, but his legs gave out on him as he did. His flesh was bending and his bones were contorting, all so that his legs could take on a purely digit-grade stance. Fur was tearing through his loose fitting clothes as his mother wriggled about on the floor in front of him, a small tail beginning to burst through the hem of her pants and leaving a perfectly opportune tear for a proper male to take advantage of. "I...I can't..."

"You can, and you must...the moment you drank from my bosom, it was already too late, Jack. Your mother will be [b]aching[/b] with need any second...can you leave her in such a state?"

The transformation continued at a rapid pace as Jack failed to reply; his lips had pushed out into a muzzle, one that kept him from speaking normally. He grunted and growled in frustration as he fell over the haunches of his mother, only to feel her body pressing back up into his own as he did. She had the chance to run away...but instead, she reached back and unbuttoned her jeans, slipping them entirely out of the way as her growing body and expanding fur tore her panties around her folds. They were already dripping with a need that she couldn't control, and though her mind resisted the same, her body easily overpowered it.

It was a union that neither one of them had ever even considered, even in their most twisted realms of fantasy...but it was coming true, as Jack squirmed out of the tatters of his pants and gripped the base of his cock, finding it grew without his consent or proper arousal. It needed to be buried...and his mother's snatch was the only place that it could go.

Annabelle watched with wicked lust and enjoyment, having no shame about reaching up under her shirt to fondle her breasts as the incestuous pair began to mate on the floor in front of her, all while the transformation came to a peak. It was no longer two humans, but two full-bodied werewolves on the floor, grinding against each other with a quick, bristling pace; Jack slammed his hips down into his mother, pounding her haunches with an inhuman lust, while Carla did the best that she could to lift her rump into the thrusts, assisting her son in plunging her cunt as deeply as he could.

"That's the way, my children...don't fight what nature intended you to do. Fuck each other with all of the pent up lust that you have...breed your mother, Jack! Breed her for [b]me![/b]" Annabelle shouted at him, her lips curled up in a sickening grin as she dipped a hand into her panties and began to tease at her clit, watching with tasteless glee as Jack wrapped his thick, powerful arms around his mother and dug his claws into her flesh.

Carla whined in a low, pathetic whimper, unable to speak properly anymore. A small scrap of her mind still knew that it was wrong, but she bumped her hips into her son as rapidly as she could all the same, desiring nothing more than to feel his seed spraying across her insides and coating her womb...and in proper canine fashion, she didn't have to wait long.

A thick, rounded knot came forth, and Carla took it with ease in her sexual experience. She held still as Jack gripped her body like a vice, his claws tearing into her flesh and his knot filling her womanhood to such a degree that the pair couldn't move...they could only sit in place as Jack's orbs were emptied inside of her, and a flooding torrent of cum sprayed across Carla's womb, slathering her vaginal cavity with a coating of thick, creamy seed.

"Mmmnn...there's no way that he didn't knock you up, Carla..." Annabelle muttered, as she continued to finger herself, even after the couple finished.

"Aren't you so happy and proud? You get to be a mother again...to your son's child..."