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Furry conventions were always weird for me. No matter how many times I showed up to one, no matter how big or small, I couldn’t help feeling awkward as I walked through the lobby of the hotel.

There was always quite the eclectic mix of people gathered around, no matter where I went or what time of day. There were people simply trying to act normal, there were people wearing fake ears and tails while doing their best to try and look ‘cute’, and then there were the people who dove in all the way. Those crazy cartoonish outlines of animals, with the rare exception of something actually interesting, always stood out in the crowd, and I could only barely hold back a small shiver as I made my way in between all the giant pillars of fake fur.

Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t because I thought I was better than everyone here. I didn’t come here to socialize or partake in any ‘furry’ activities.

I came here with a mission.

I came here to feed.

My name is Nathan and I am a werewolf. From the Middle Ages all the way up to the dawn of the 20th century that would’ve been a serious problem. There were constant witch hunts, suspicion, and wild claims thrown everywhere back in those days. Simply acting a little strange would get you called out and condemned without a second thought. Most of the time, that mass hysteria only ended up killing innocent people, but on occasion a real witch, werewolf, or some other supernatural being was properly convicted and executed. Back then, I had to live under the radar; everyone in town knew you, and if people started to disappear or were found mauled, things could get out of hand real quick. It’s a great relief that we live in a very different world today.

Thanks to the internet, being a werewolf has become so much easier. There are websites and groups for people afflicted with lycanthropy, and some of the users are actually legitimate. It’s pretty easy to spot the true afflicted from the wannabes just from their internet posts, and I myself have a few good friends across the world that I chat with on a semi-regular basis. At the same time, the internet also helps to drag people apart from their real-life relationships. Instead of noticing that someone was gone the same night they disappeared, now it might take a few days before people realize they’re not posting online like they used to. And even then, by the time people start to look into their disappearance, I’d already be long gone, giving me plenty of time to cover my tracks.

That is the sad truth of my affliction. I have the power to shift my form at will. (Fuck that full moon nonsense. That’s one of the biggest lies around.) Anything from a fully feral canine, to any sort of human shape I desire, to any mix of forms in between. The tradeoff is that I have a hunger. A constant gnawing hunger inside for the taste of human flesh. No other meat comes close, and try as I might to eat as much steak, pork, and chicken as I can, it’s never enough. I can push off the craving for a while - at times six months or so between human feastings - but I can’t hold it back forever. I knew I needed a constant and reliable source of prey, and with a few internet searches, I stumbled across something rather interesting. It was a group that seemed particularly predisposed to some of my natural talents, and a group I could certainly use to my advantage.

Furries.

I always knew that there were groups of people that enjoyed pretending to be animals. The fluffy misshapen beings all around me with their unnatural colors and ridiculous mannerisms were beyond proof of people’s wishful thinking and creativity. Most of the early werewolf websites and groups I was a part of were full of make-believers as well. Still, I had no idea the lengths that people would go to so they could get in touch with their ‘animal spirits’. Furries seemed to enjoy making a big display of dressing up in animal costumes, growling at each other, and pretending to be in touch with their ‘wild side’ at these conventions - it was honestly a little mind blowing, and bordering on offensive to someone like me. But, at the same time, I was in awe of it all.

A few of my online friends in the Lycan community were even curious enough to give it a try themselves. They would shift their forms to become half feral and half human - a good mix of both sets of traits - before taking a few pictures and quickly being accepted into the ‘furry’ community. Apparently their ‘fursuits’ as they were described were the best and most realistic that anyone had ever seen, and they even stood up to the test in person as one or two of them were brave enough to go to a few events. They were instantly slathered with attention, and everyone wanted a piece of them. It was almost too much for one as his feral side got a little out of control, leading to a few snaps and barks, before he ran off into the nearby woods to escape for a bit. But, even when he came back in his fully human form later, they accepted him back without question, amazed at how far HE’D go to pretend he was an animal.

It was hysterical, and my friends and I couldn’t stop laughing for weeks each time it was brought up. But that got a few of us thinking as well. If we could get so much attention without even trying, maybe we could do more than just mock them. Maybe we could use it to our advantage, especially when the need to hunt was strong. Weak, willing prey was always the easiest to grab a hold of after all. The less struggle to get them where you wanted them the better. Anyone that would follow a werewolf out into the middle of a forest willingly was always highly sought after.

That’s why I was here at this convention for the weekend. That’s why I had a small history of attending about half a dozen conventions in the area. I was here for a new brand of hunting. A rather easy, yet still nuanced and interesting way of taking prey down. It had a very interesting draw, and the more I dove into it the more I thought it fit me rather well. It took more than just the skill to track your prey and stay silent. In fact, the more open and flashy you were, the bigger choice of targets you could find. And you didn't even need to do it all in person.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket and gave it a quick glance, looking over the message I’d gotten about an hour ago one more time. I made my way over to one of the seats in the lobby, doing my best not to look too out of place as I sat down and began to read over it again.

‘Hey there i just got in. give me, like, an hour and ill be up for meeting. You wanna do that fursuit thing you talked about first? I’m game.’

The internet was a wonder for werewolves and furries alike after all, leading to a lot of pre-planning before the convention even took place.

I had replied saying that I was still game, and that I’d meet him in the lobby. But, one thing I’d learned about furries was to never trust them. Not as in they’d stab me in the back, or bring in a werewolf hunter, or anything like that. You couldn’t trust them to be on time, or even to show up to anything. Even the draw of sex with a rather fantastic wolf fursuitter wasn’t a guarantee to have them show.

I began to wonder about my first choice of prey as my stomach growled and grumbled at me. It was all I could to do keep my head down in my phone, trying not to look up and see all the available targets around me. They were all so easy. It’d be so simple to lure them out alone. I wasn’t greedy. All I needed was one of them. That would leave me plenty of human meat to sedate my hunger for another few months. But, just as I was starting to contemplate my other options, and thinking heavily about giving in and just dragging someone away, I felt my phone buzz in my hand.

‘on way to lobby’ it said in imperfect text-speak, leaving me to grin nice and widely as I simply typed back, ‘I’m here waiting.’

I recognized my target right away as he stepped out of the elevator. Slightly tall and lanky, definitely a bit nerdy with short hair and glasses, and just that little hunch to his shoulders which told me he spent all day bent over staring at a computer screen. And, since he was carrying that large plastic container, I knew he wasn’t going to back out on me. My stomach gave out one final needy gurgle as I stood up, and I did my best to suppress the drool leaking inside my mouth as I gave him a weak but friendly wave.

“Hey there,” I shouted to him as he strolled up towards me, putting his plastic case down and leaning in for a hug - the traditional furry greeting. I gave him one back, although it was all I could do to stop from digging my nails into his back, wanting more than anything to pop my claws and start tearing him into pieces. But I held back; I knew I’d get my chance soon enough.

I let him slide out of my grasp for the first and only time a moment later. “Slippy Paws was it?” I added with a small, forced smile myself, watching him nod eagerly in return.

“Yeah, but just call me Slippy,” he answered as he turned around and grabbed onto his tote, heaving it up towards his chest. “So, we doing this?” he asked. There was a little sparkle in his smile that let me know he was both nervous and excited.

I nodded. “We sure are. Come on, my car’s ready to go. Got my stuff in there, and the spot’s not far.”

Before he could say anything in return I began walking, forcing him to catch up with my rather fast gait.

I was more than happy to burst out in the fresh air once again and away from those strange scented furries. I took a heavy gulp of the freshness into my lungs, overjoyed that I didn’t smell any of the sweaty scents of those trapped in their fake fur costumes lingering in it. I let it all out with a big and heavy huff before I heard my meal ask, “So, you do this a lot?”

I turned towards him and gave him a rather wide smile while I shrugged in response. “Oh, a little bit here and there I guess. I sent you some videos that I’ve made with others, so you’ve seen what I can do. I have a spot already planned out for us too. I grew up not far from here, so I know the area pretty well. It’s got a nice view in the background.”

“Cool,” was all he said back with a small shift to his carrying weight. Furries were creatures of few words at times, but that was just fine with me. The less I had to talk, the less chance I had to betray my hunger after all. I let the silence continue between us until we eventually made it to my car. It wasn’t exactly mine, although that fact was certainly up for debate. It belonged to one of my previous meals, but since he wasn’t using it anymore, I figured I’d give it some use in his place. A few new VIN numbers, some new plates and registration, and no one even thought twice that it belonged to a dead guy. The internet really was a great place.

With a hungry grin I opened up the trunk to the sedan and helped Slippy slide his tote next to my own large plastic box. Once everything was set, I quickly hopped into the driver’s seat and we took off, wasting no time in getting away from that hotel and driving off into the wilderness. With any luck no one would even notice that Slippy was gone until the convention finally ended. By that point I would’ve already disposed of all the evidence, and no one would be able to trace anything back to me.

Everything seemed to be on track as I turned the car onto a dirt road and inched up into the true wilderness after about twenty minutes of driving. We’d been silent most of the ride, with only the occasional questions about sex and stuff on the way. I told him what he wanted to hear, and anything I didn’t have a good explanation for I told him was a trade secret. Furries were far too trusting, and it was almost too easy to get him to accept that answer.

Nevertheless, with another strong rumble of my belly, I finally found a nice spot to park on the edge of the road. I’d scoped out this place previously, and this road hadn’t been used for ages. I wasn’t all too worried about anyone coming by as I turned off the car and got out. Slippy was right behind me as we both ventured towards the trunk and grabbed our totes, leaving me to smirk a little as I led him off into the woods.

Our destination was on the side of a hill, and just as I had promised, the scene opened out in front of us for a decently nice view of the rolling hills and changing leaf colors of autumn. It was a shame such a nice spot wouldn’t stay so peaceful and serene for long, but it was all I could do to hold back from just transforming and pouncing on him right that second. He was defenseless - so easy to take down without even a scream if I got to his throat fast enough. But then again, I had found that I liked the nuances to this particular hunt. Sure, I could rip him apart right now and feast on his flesh, but then I wouldn’t get to rip him apart with my cock first. Even werewolves had a need to breed after all, and the hunger for flesh was very curiously being obstructed by the urge to rut as we entered the clearing.

It was a strange combination for sure, and the first few times I’d tried this sort of thing it left me a bit confused. At the same time, it pleased almost all the parts of my brain which needed pleasing, and I quickly found out that I enjoyed the extra added portion of the hunt. It didn’t hurt that I seemed to be rather good at it either.

I watched as Slippy slowly put his tote down and cracked it open. He reached inside and pulled out that fake animal head, lifting it up into the light as he gave that fake fur a few tender brushes with his hand.

“This was just over $3000,” he added, staring longingly into those fake eyes of his fake head before turning his real eyes to look back at me. “It came out beautifully though.”

“Yeah, I think so,” I added, walking over towards the edge of the hill and then a little further over it, putting my tote down on a little ridge. “I don’t really like the cartoony cutsie suits. I rather like yours though - almost realistic.”

“Kinda like yours,” he added with a smile before carefully laying his wolf head down and starting to unpack the rest of his suit.

“Yeah, kind of like mine,” I replied with a smirk as I popped open my case as well, although I didn’t take out any furry bits. In fact, there weren’t many in there - just a few strips of fake fur over top of everything in case someone decided to peek in without me knowing. I did have a few tripods and cameras though as I quickly got to work setting those up. I’d become quite an expert at recording as I checked all the lighting and the angels, wanting to get as much of the clearing and the overlook in the shot as I could. This part had turned into a little hobby of mine, and it also helped me build up a library of videos I could use to lure others in, so I took it seriously enough as I got all the cameras rolling.

I didn’t let Slippy get too far along his ‘transformation process’ though as I did need him at least a little distracted. I skipped out on setting up the last camera before I made my way back to my box, watching Slippy sit down on a nearby log to begin putting on his costume’s feet. “Alright,” I added in, disappearing behind the cliff of the hill, only to leave my head poking up and over it, “I told you that I don’t like people watching me changing. I have a few… trade secrets if you will. So, if you could turn and look the other way, that’d be perfect.”

Again, there wasn’t much debate or surprise from Slippy as he gave off a little nod and shifted his body to stare off into the woods. I had told him the rules before the convention even started, but it was still too easy to get him to listen to my demands. It was almost not even fun… almost. I took a little pride in just how commanding I could be though, and just how obedient my meals were. If only my ancestors could see me now - using my skills and technology to work over someone so easily. How jealous they’d be for sure!

I smirked wide as I knelt down behind the cliff face entirely, and once I’d listened to make sure Slippy didn’t creep on over, I began to focus my thoughts on a wolf. Not just any wolf though. I had to focus on what I wanted to become, and with this anthro/feral mix I was aiming for it was a bit tricky to get things right. I had a few problems in the beginning, and still did on occasion, but as I felt the changes begin, I did my best to steady my mind and keep myself calm.

The fur was the first bit to start pushing out through my skin even before my clothing had completely come off. It grew like grass, rapidly sprouting and leaving my frame wrapped in gray, black, and silver strands in all the right places. At the same time, I could feel my face morph and shape itself into a muzzle while my ears slid up my skull towards the top of my head. My bones and joints creaked and cracked a bit, but it was muffled by the sound of me slamming on the lid to my tote a few times. The rest of my joints followed as my legs and arms lengthened, becoming longer and lankier, as claws formed at the tips of my fingers. My tail shot out with a sudden puff from my rear end, a feeling which surprised me every time no matter how long I’d been doing it. I froze in my transformation to see if Slippy would say anything about the sudden noise for just a moment. He didn’t though, much to my relief. I closed my eyes and pushed forwards with the rest of the transformation, feeling my teeth elongate and sharpen to finish everything off.

In under a minute I had mostly shifted my form, and with a few little adjustments here and there I gave it those final shining touches. With a pawed hand I felt my scrotum and surprisingly large sheath, making sure everything was in place and ready to impress when I made my entrance.

Then I waited, not wanting to seem like I finished everything so quickly. It usually took a good while to get into one of those suits, and I didn’t want my meal to get suspicious. With a few moments gone by, and that rumbling in my belly only getting louder now that I was in my feasting form, I slowly rose to my feet to show off my impressive frame to Slippy.

I got his attention with a loud bark and growl, making him look my way. He hesitated a bit as I had told him not to look of course, but his still uncovered head slowly began to turn and glance nevertheless. He gave off a sudden gasp as he saw my upper frame, and with a powerful jump up from the ledge to the edge of the cliff, I proudly showed off the rest. I hunched over a bit, as most werewolves seemed to do in the movies, giving off a slightly swinging and swaying walk as I took a few menacing steps towards him. In the process I raised my paws into the air in front of me, showing off those sharp black claws at the ends of my fingers. I then opened my mouth to show off my sharp teeth, my tongue tracing over them with a slow lick.

I’d scared off the occasional prey before from that sort of entrance, but Slippy seemed to be rather composed. Instead of running in fear, he was locked in both shock and in awe as I gently crept closer and gave out another heavy growl at him. I watched his eyes glance over every inch of my frame, from the tips of my ears on down to my bulging muscles, to my sharp claws, and of course my dangling balls and cock-sheath between my legs.

He kept his eyes on that last part the longest, leaving me to smirk and lick my lips again as I could also feel a little stirring down there from the attention. I was hungry, I was horny, and I was amazed I could hold myself back on either front this moment. But then again, the anticipation only made it better and more rewarding in the end.

“When I get like this, I get very needy. I’m starving,” I added with another heavy grumble back, clenching my paws tightly to keep myself from pouncing right on the defenseless fuzzy sack of meat in front of me.

Eventually I snapped him out of his daze with another strong bark. “You ready yet?”

I saw him jump a little, and his fake head almost fell out of his hands from the sudden shock. He gave me a quick nod and worked to stabilize the expensive piece of fabric and foam before lifting it up and pulling it down over his head.

“Almost,” he added after a moment, adjusting a few final things. His suit really was much more realistic than the others. It left him looking slender with its formfitting body parts instead of gigantic bulging eyes, ears, and paws. I was almost impressed as he gave off a few spins to show it off, letting his wolf-like tail smack into his thighs as he twisted and turned.

“So, how do you want to do this?” he said with a deep breath. “Want some warm up, or…?”

I just growled heavily at his voice as I wasn’t here to hear him talk. I took a step forward to loom over the other male, letting my drooling muzzle look back down at the smaller creature now in my shadow. I was a foot taller than him, and it gave me a dominance — an Alpha’s presence - that I both needed to have and loved to flaunt over my prey. He stopped in an instant as my needy gaze met his. His fake eyes were emotionless, but I knew the human inside was both intensely afraid and excited. I’d been down this road before, and even if I couldn’t see his reaction, I could smell it on him at the very least. My senses were all flowing back to me, and I could hear, smell, and even taste his excitement and nervousness in the air all around us. It was intoxicating.

“Against that tree,” I shouted as I raised up my paw and pointed over towards a leaning one not far away. “Bend over like the omega you are and present to your Alpha. As I said I’m starving, and the longer you take, the less mercy you deserve.”

“Y...yes Sir,” he said back with a little quiver in his voice, muffled by that fake head over his face.

“Mmmph, that’s Alpha to you,” I added back, knowing furries loved that kind of talk, and I could admit it was also growing on me as well. Hearing that respect, that desire, that need come from someone else calling me that and degrading themselves in the process - it certainly made my sheath firm up a good bit more.

He gave off a little stumble over a loose stick or two as he made his way over, but he did just as I’d asked and positioned himself perfectly, hips and fake tail wagging as he turned his head to look back.

“Yes Alpha, sorry Alpha,” he said with a little whimper and whine, as I could sense him shaking through that layer of fake fur. But, those words had their intended consequence as I walked over and pushed my groin to his rump, letting my natural fur rub against his artificial fur.

As he slowly lifted his tail out of the way with a paw reaching back, I could see that usually hidden hole in his suit, that little imperfection that showed off some of his bare human skin underneath. And that bare skin led to a bare hole just a little deeper inside. It was all I needed to get my mouth watering as I stepped on over and reached out to press my paws against his back. I gave him a solid push lower just because I could at first, happy to show off my supernatural and unquestioning strength, while I worked to line him up with where I needed him to be.

His suit was nice and new, so the scent wasn’t as bad as some of the other fursuits I’d been with when it rubbed back against me. I didn’t feel like I needed to take a shower right away to get that feeling off. It felt almost natural, like I was about to breed another werewolf. I enjoyed it, but I didn’t savor it, especially as my sheath quickly found that access hole and slipped up through it to grind against that bare bottom beneath.

My cock tip didn’t take much longer to start peeking out either as I gave his rump a firm grind, sliding my already drooling slickness up against his smooth human skin. I gave off a heavy growl, trying not to push too hard as I knew humans were only so strong, but still trying to get a good bit of sensation going to lure the rest of my cock out at the same time.

There was a lot that still needed to exit my sheath after all.

“You ready, bitch?” I added with another hot growl, this time even feeling the need myself as I leaned over his back and let a drop or two of drool land on his neck. One of my paws slid up towards his shoulder, holding him firmly in my grasp as I watched him weakly nod and whimper in response to my question.

“Y..yes Alpha,” he said back with a deep breathing huff, and that was all I needed to continue my cock’s search for that warm human hole of his. I didn’t care that he was a guy. I didn’t particularly feel any shame from saying I stuck my cock inside another male. I was hungry enough that it didn't matter. A warm hole was a warm hole, and as my sheath and cock grinded against his ass cheeks, it didn’t take long to find and plunge into that entrance.

I wasn’t gentle. A werewolf never is. My cock wasn’t at full mast when it slipped in for sure, but it made its way in easily enough with that firm first push. It made me gasp just as hard as he did at the sudden surge, both of us not quite expecting things to go so easily. I didn’t have any time to worry about it however. My feral mind took over in a snap once I felt something warm clamp around my cock, and before I even knew what was happening, my hips were sawing and driving into the poor whimpering guy in front of me with the pent up fury only a horny werewolf could bring.

I held him firmly against that tree as my weight pressed against his back, knowing he was probably straining to stay stable in that suit as I was a lot of wolf to handle, especially as my hips tried to drill him straight through that tree. Slippy didn’t seem to have too many problems with it though. Sure, he was gasping and grunting, and there was no doubt that he wasn’t entirely comfortable taking all of it so fast, but I didn’t care. He’d signed up willingly, at least for this part, and I could feel my feral side quickly getting faster and heavier with each pump of my hips.

The knot at the base of my shaft didn’t take long to stir either. It began to balloon up and inflate after only a few moments, making each deep slap into that upturned fake wolf’s ass just a little harder and straining. Slippy took it like a champ though, although I doubt he had much air left inside his lungs to protest, as I was happily fucking all of it out of him. He was a good boy, one of the better ones for sure, and it was almost a shame that I couldn’t keep him around. He was quickly becoming one of my favorites, although sex was only part of the equation. He had to taste just as good as he fucked, and judging by his frame earlier, I figured there could be some good meat on him. Not too fatty, not to gamey, but nice and juicy on the inside.

Just thinking about it made my mouth water, even as the feral part of my brain continued its efforts to breed that squirming sack of fur and flesh beneath me. My growls and grunts came out loud and proud all the while, feeling saliva continuously drip down over his back and neck as I leaned in my panting muzzle closer to it. Just one taste… I needed that hit of human blood over my tongue to really get me over the edge. My knot was near fully inflated, and with one final push inside that well fucked hole, it surged in and didn’t come back out, locking us together with a heavy grunt shared between us. That was my cue to open my jaw as my hips humped back and forth at a furious pace, jamming the last inch or two of my cock deep through his guts, and keeping his mind off everything else but my cock and my pleasure.

Closer and closer my teeth crept towards his barely protected neck, panting deeply with each jab from my groin, almost letting him know I was coming in to give him one final bite. I was mere inches away, and I could taste the fake fur on my dangling tongue already. But, something made me stop dead in my tracks before I could ever sink my teeth into him.

It was a jarring and searing pain to my right side, just below my rib cage. It was like nothing I’d ever felt before as it tore straight through my skin and deep into my muscles, pushing all the way to what felt like the center of my body. It made me yell out with a sudden gasping cry of pain, and I froze almost in mid thrust as the burn continued to get more and more intense.

It didn’t take me long to figure out what was going on though.

As a werewolf I could withstand more than most humans in pain and shock to my system, but there was one weakness that I had above everything else. Silver. A werewolf’s mortal enemy. It caused a burn and pain so deep and intense that there was little one could do to fight against it. This pain I was feeling, this fuck-stopping jolt to my system, there was only one thing that could’ve caused it. Silver.

I’d felt silver on my skin before, and although it burned intensely, I could usually move away or let go. This object… there was no letting go. I could tell right away that it was lodged inside of me, and as I looked down towards the source of the pain, I could see something sticking out of my fur. Without even thinking I reached a paw down to grasp it, but as soon as I touched it, I felt that burn shoot through my paw as well. It made me howl as I quickly released the object and gave my paw a firm shake to relieve the sting. The end of the thing was silver as well. The whole thing was silver!

My mind was still struggling to catch up with what was going on as I felt my prey squirming underneath me. As he shifted from side to side, I soon felt another sizzling stab shoot into my other side as well. The shock left me howling once more as my body jumped back with a sudden twitch, forcing me to yank my knot out from my prey’s well fucked hole. He gave out a heavy grunt at the release of such a large thing from his ass, but he seemed surprisingly stable after the heavy and wet pop. He was quick to push himself off that tree and spin around to face me. All the while I began to stumble backwards from the pain in my sides. I gave him a slight glance through my strained and watering eyes, and as I did, I watched his paws slide down towards his thighs in one quick motion.

I couldn’t tell exactly what he did, but he flicked open a small flap in his suit and drew out what looked like a knife into each of his paws. They shimmered far brighter than simple steel would in the sun. Both the blades and the handles were coated, or maybe even crafted out of silver. Their sight made me gasp and shake just a bit more at the sudden realization that I had now become the prey. He had been ready for me, and I’d been too horny and hungry to even notice.

I didn’t have time to think about how I let my guard down. I knew that I was in a fight for my life as that fake wolf jumped towards me, brandishing both weapons with a few quick twirls of his wrists. I did my best to dodge, but the severe burning in my sides only got more intense with the more motions I made. I tried desperately to pull those blades out as I began to run through the forest in retreat, blood dripping from my wounds with each struggling attempt and movement. My palms were soon scorched with the failure of removing the silver out of my hide. Each miserable attempt forced out a new set of heavy and pitiful whimpers, making me lose my focus as I darted between the trees, trying not to trip or run straight into one, knowing he had to be close behind. I was fast, but I was also wounded and distracted – a recipe for disaster.

I gasped and stumbled as that fake wolf suddenly sprung out in front of me, taking advantage of my blood-loss daze to jab one of his knives right underneath my rib cage. I let out a heavy howl as I felt the momentum of his jab push me back. Thankfully, I was ready to counter his attack. As my chest and body got pushed back, my neck and muzzle quickly shot forwards. I opened my jaw up wide, and with more desperation than desire, I felt my teeth dig right up against the male’s shoulder. My fangs dug in hard, surging through the fur and into his flesh with a quick and powerful clench of my jaw.

The warm rush of human blood finally shot over my taste buds, just as I’d been craving for months, and at the same time I could hear a muffled scream come from the fake wolf in front of me. It felt revitalizing, and for a moment I could feel a little power return to me as the taste of iron sent a surge throughout my muscles. I could take him, I could defeat him, and I could make him pay for even thinking about trying to take me down! But, the thrill and rush of the moment was rather limited as he composed himself soon after that strong bite. He shrugged it off as he pulled that knife out of my gut before jabbing it in hard once again into another nearby spot.

Over and over those shocking stabs surged into my defenseless stomach, and it wasn’t long before I felt my jaw finally give up its death grip in a forced howl from the pain. That was all the human needed as he wiggled himself free and gave me a strong push backwards. I was still unsteady from the burning pain and the loss of blood, and before I could catch myself, I stumbled over an exposed tree root and felt myself falling backwards, landing with a loud crash onto the forest floor.

My paws and legs thrashed up in the air as I lay on my back, but the fake wolf fought through them with a few slashes of his knife, before quickly taking a seat on my blood-soaked belly. Before my claws could get at his fur to at least give him a few more scars, I felt that knife slide its way up and press against the fur of my neck. I could feel the burn as that silver edge just barely brushed against my skin, but that sensation made me stop in my thrashes before long and admit defeat. My heavy panting muzzle looked up at that fake, emotionless head staring back down at me, and all I could do was give out a weak growl in return.

“I…. let my guard down…” I said back with deep and labored breaths, still wincing at the wounds all over my body. I knew I was defeated, but at the same time I couldn’t help but crack a small smile. As my blood leaked into the thighs of the expensive fursuit that straddled me, matting down that once soft and flowing fake fur, I found some space in my throat to say, “But at least I got you. A bite from a werewolf means you’re cursed to feel the hunger that I had to endure for centuries. My species will live on through you.”

As those final words were squeezed out of my quivering lips I looked up at that unchanging and silent wolf face staring back down at me. I gave off another wince before grunting and shouting, “Take that ridiculous thing off and look at me like a true hunter. You don’t have to… humiliate me further.”

He hesitated a moment before reaching his free hand up towards his head, sliding his digits underneath the rim of his head fur to pry it off and lower it down towards the ground at his side. “You have a point,” he added as his sweaty human face flashed back at me with a wide and satisfied grin. “This is rather humiliating for you, isn’t it? To be taken down by someone you thought was your prey. But that’s not even the worst part. You want to know what is?”

His strong grin shot a little shiver through me as I looked at him with my straining eyes, feeling my body getting weak and struggling to stay alive for a few more moments. But, as I gazed up at his face, I felt myself gasp one last time as it began to change. His ears rose up to the top of his head as his face pushed out into a long canine-like muzzle. Fur sprouted everywhere as his own sharp teeth popped out of his gums, locked in an ever wide and still grinning smile as his shifting eyes locked back with my own.

“The worst part is,” he added as he leaned down with his now fully formed muzzle pressing right against mine, “That even your bite was in vain.”

Those glistening white teeth, locked in that almost psychotic smile, were the last thing I saw before that knife finally finished the job. After one firm slice into my neck, I felt my whole world go dark in one quick instant, beaten by the prey I’d so easily mocked over the past few years.