6 comments/ 41057 views/ 22 favorites Wolf Girl By: Anitole "Shit!" Kyle lifted himself out of the dirt, spitting the flecks of grit from between his lips as he rolled over on his back and looked up some eight feet to the lip of the ledge he'd just blindly walked over. "Goddamnit. Goddamnit!" He checked himself for injury and relaxed a bit when he found all was well. He lifted himself up and brushed the leaves from his unruly brown hair. Six hours; that's how long he had been lost, calling out into the cold darkness around him for his older brother John and hearing nothing in return but the sounds of night creatures. He lifted a hand to his mouth and rubbed his drying lips, he was beginning to dehydrate. Looking left and then right he cupped his hands and shouted for the hundredth time, "Johnny! For fuck'sake answer me!" The wind pitched some leaves around and then their came a sound of movement in the trees. Kyle froze, listening to the movement through the underbrush. Why the fuck did I let that asshole bring me out here? It had been the start of a beautiful Friday afternoon; the onset of a hassle-free weekend. Kyle had stripped out of his shirt and tie and hit the shower ASAP. Washing away the troubles of the office. He was 28, a lowly law clerk, and living for the weekend. No sooner had he worked up a good lather of sweat smelling ivory soap when head heard it, the distant thumping that grew more distinct as he shut off the water; Knocking, heavy knocking on his apartment door. Kyle had managed to wrap himself in a towel and get to the door before Johnny had pounded it in. "Hey, little brother," his brother was massive, filling the door frame, his dark skin and prominent brow more like their father's every year. "Pack up. We're going camping." Johnny was like that; spontaneous, insistent, and bigger than Kyle. In fact, the two brothers had always been very opposite. Johnny was a jock; a linebacker from birth. He'd hated school and only gone as far as 12th grade before jumping into construction and getting his girlfriend pregnant. He liked drinking heavy and doing outdoorsy things like fishing, hunting, hiking, and camping. He also loved to force his "pussyfied" younger brother to go along with him once every few months. "Toughens you up," Johnny would say, slapping his younger brother's shoulder or pinching his cheek as they'd rocked down the highways out of greater Boston and into the Northeastern woodlands. Kyle had always been a city boy. From the first smack of the Doctor's palm at Boston General, he'd lived for the sounds of a big town with lots of people in it, ballgames, taxi cabs, city transit... He'd gone all the way in school, working his way through Harvard law by tending bar or hosting study groups for ten bucks a head. Johnny had pushed his way into the little apartment, taking in the neatness of it. "You got yourself a woman?" "No." "Always look like this?" "I have a maid service." "Oh. Got a beer for me?" Kyle tied the towel around his waist and padded into the kitchen, his wet feet making slapping sounds against the tile. He took out a bottle of Bud and handed it to his brother. "So, you ain't got a woman, huh?" "Nope." "Thought you were living with that lawyer chick you met at school." "Broke it off, nine months ago." "You didn't tell me that." "Yeah, well..." "You gonna stand there drippin' or are you gonna through some shit in a pack and come down to the truck with me? I'm parked on the sidewalk, you know?" As usual it had proven futile to argue. Kyle was in his camping gear before the end of an hour and now, nearly 150 miles and 12 hours from home, he was lost, alone, probably miles from the camp he and his brother had set up, and listening to the sound of god only knew what sounds coming at him through the trees. "Can't go camping this weekend, Johnny," he kicked a stone and sent it skittering into the high grass covering the dried creek bed. "Got to prep notes for a big case on Monday, boss is threatening upside-down crucifixion if I don't have it ready. Why didn't you just lie, Kyle?" A twig snapped off in the distance and Kyle froze. There was movement in the underbrush off to his left and the creature responsible for the sound was moving closer. Kyle looked around for a way to climb back up the steep incline back to the higher ground all the while becoming aware of the heavy breathing in the underbrush. *** From the bushes she watched him as he tried to jump and claw his way back up from the dry creek-bottom he'd tumbled in. It was almost comical to see him struggling, obviously afraid of her. She of course had smelled him from several hundred yards, his machine made clothes, his sweatiness covering up the smells of beer and man-made campfire. She sniffed something else underneath all those scents... Something that made her very much at ease as she approached him, ivory soap. Rugged outdoorsmen never used ivory soap, Moving out of the bushes and into the tall grass she crouched down, almost letting herself come to rest as she watched the earth give way and the boy slide down, sullying his jeans and cutting his hands on the exposed roots. She heard him curse and then he turned to look out into the darkness. She'd stopped moving and so there was no longer anything for him to hear. He looked all around before rubbing his hands on his jeans. He took a tentative step towards her. "Hello?" She lay perfectly still. The boy shook his head and then, sighing, settled down on the ground, folding his long legs underneath him. Now that he was stationary she felt capable of taking stock. How old was he? Middle twenties perhaps...Not thin but the bulk of him seemed muscular from his scent she knew it was not a working man's build but one the humans got in the city at gymnasiums. She inched closer to him trying not to rustle the underbrush and startle him with her movements. As the moon grew higher she watched him laying his head back against the dirt incline and after cursing to himself for a while she heard his breathing grow steadier and more rhythmic. She liked her chops as she realized her moment had come. She willed the change to happen quickly and then... *** In his sleep, Kyle began to experience the oddest sensation, it was not unpleasant. In fact it was quite pleasurable. He felt the gentle wet warmth on his crotch and smiled at the sensation of a soft velvety tongue circling the head of his penis and lightly flicking across the underside lovingly. "Good dream," he sighed, as he reached out to feel the soft and supple hair of the girl working her mouth skillfully on his member. He opened his eyes to find her there, her skin pale and downy soft in the silvery moonlight, and in a moment her mouth had left his crouch and she was kissing him, her tongue darting into his mouth and swirling around his own. By now he was completely awake, realizing that what was happening, though surreal was not fantasy but reality. He tried speaking around the kisses but the words, "hello," "who are you," and "where did you come from" didn't come out as anything but odd pleasure noises as the naked girl worked her fingers through his hair and let her hips straddle his, so that her warm pelvis rocked against his. In an instant he gave in, not wanting to interrupt this miraculous, spontaneous, incredibly hot woman. How long had it been since he'd last had sex? Hadn't he been joking about it on the drive up with Johnny? "Almost nine months, man." "Since Jamie left?" "Yeah, she was a bitch, but man, I can't find anyone I want to shag the way I wanted to her." "We all have that one, little brother. Only down side is they always get away. Don't worry though. The woods'll help you get your head on straight. They always do me." The girl was kissing his jaw now as he felt her hand searching between them. She began tonguing his ear as he felt her small cold fingers encompass his shaft, he was fully aroused and the feel of her little fingers working the seven inch length made him realize just how close he was to release. He jerked his hand away from her small soft little breast where it had come to rest in the hurried fray and put it over hers to show her to slow down. He felt the sharp sting in his ear; she'd bitten him and slapped his hand away from hers, continuing undeterred, stroking him hard and fast-- her knuckles almost white as she clutched him firmly. He held on and grunted at this rough treatment, wanting to curse her for the pain in his ear, but then she pulled back from him, letting him see her face for the first time. She was beautiful, her eyes almost luminous in the perfectly symmetrical face. Her eyebrows seemed to curve up slightly in a way that made her expression at once calming and intensely erotic. She smiled showing white teeth in neat rows and then he felt rather than saw her guide his aching cock into her warm, tightness. Her eyes gave a slight flutter as she took the whole of him inside her and then she inhaled shakily, satisfied with the sensation of being completely full. Kyle watched the expression on her face, knowing all the thoughts and feelings inside her were painted there plain to see. And then, she opened her eyes and locked them with his, as she began to rock against him, thrusting herself slowly against him. "Lady, I don't know who you are, but I think I love you." Her hand ran over his face, wiping away a tiny film of sweat, and she leaned forward and kissed him gently as she increased her motions and he felt the muscles of her sex spasm around him and with that the tightness in his balls grew to a boil and he released. She seemed to have been waiting for him to do this as in a split instant she slammed herself down tight against him and her spasms became less voluntary and more chaotic. As he groaned, lost in the peak of his own orgasm, the girl let out a sound of her own; it was small and inhuman but it imitated from behind the cords of her slender white throat-; a soft animalian sound of primal satisfaction somewhere between the purr of a large jungle cat and the howl of a large predator. When it was done, when he had collapsed back onto the flat of his back, his elbows sore from propping up the rest of his body, he felt the warmth leave his softening member and the wait sifting to curl up on the soft dark earth beside him. He heard the breathing soften and grow more regular and then, before he could think of anything more, he fell asleep with the weight of the young woman's head on his shoulder and the tangle of her limbs and his. *** He awoke to a very sharp kick to his ribs, and opened his eyes grudgingly against the harsh sunlight of mid-morning. "What the fuck happened to you. I've been looking for you all over the damned woods. Where are your pants?" Kyle looked up into the puzzled face of his older brother before looking down at his naked bottom half. Johnny crouched down and took his brother's chin in one hand, turning his head roughly to one side. "Shit man, you're lucky you didn't bleed to death. What happened to your ear?" Kyle opened his mouth to say something but caught sight of some movement over his brother's shoulder. Johnny sensed the she wolf and turned just in time to lock eyes with it before it took of into the underbrush on the opposite side of the creek bed. The two brothers watched as the animal tore off through the woods. "Odd to see them during the day," Johnny said. "Yeah," his brother replied, rising to his feet and spotting his tattered jeans in a clump of bushes. "Course, not unusual after a full moon, I guess." Kyle slid one leg into the jeans and then the other, working them awkwardly over his hiking boots. "Yeah," he said, looking off into the brush. Wolf Girl Ch. 02 The ride home was sullen and silent. Johnny tried to elicited conversation from his younger brother but to no avail. All Kyle managed to utter were little grunts in answers to questions. "So you lost your wallet in the woods. It's okay. You get back call your credit card company, the state license bureau, it's all good. What you have in there, like twenty bucks? You can afford to lose that much, big time attorney like you." "Guh..." "You okay, kid?" "Ugh." "I mean, you look kinda pale." Kyle just stared out the window at the passing woods, apparently oblivious to everything but the greenery. "Bet you can't wait to get beck to that nice apartment of yours. You know Sue would kill to have a maid service. How much you pay for that kinda shit? I might have to get her an early birthday present." Kyle could hear his brother but the words didn't seem to have any meaning. All he could think about was the girl. Her warmth, her beauty, and the sounds she made, the way she felt around him. It had to have been real. It had been too vivid to have been a dream. "John," he said, tearing his eyes from the window. "Slow down a bit, will you?" "Why, you sick?" "No... I just..." He looked out the window, not knowing why he'd asked for the deceleration. "You don't want to get a ticket." "Shit, I'm only going 55..." Johnny looked at his little brother, studying the odd perplexed look, the forlorn eyes. "You thinking about Holly?" "Who?" "That lawyer chick. The one you were hot for." "Hanna." "Right," he nodded. "What I said. You still hung up on her?" The little brother laughed out loud, shaking his head. "But it's a dame, though, right? What, you meet someone new at work?" Kyle's expression was odd as he ran a hand over the knee of his jeans, licking his teeth in a way Johnny had never seen him do before. "Something's different, John. I can't explain it, but..." He shrugged and looked out the window again. "How long 'til we hit the city?" "About an hour or so." "Odd, I always hated camping with you." Johnny looked over at his little brother and then back at the road. Of course he'd always known Kyle hated these trips but he'd never heard him voice the hatred before. "Well, you don't have to come anymore." Johnny looked over to find Kyle had fallen asleep. He looked back toward the road and then down at the speedometer. He pressed the gas pedal until he was hitting close to 70 mph. He didn't know why but he suddenly felt an urgent need to get the hell out of the woods. *** She'd never been in the city. Of course, she knew about clothes and humans and how they behaved, she'd watched them from the shadows all her life, fascinated by them. As she ran, trying to follow the scent of her man, she tried to think in the back of her mind about how to go about getting clothes. She bounded through a gully at the side of the highway, leaping up to pause on an outcropping of rock and sniff the air. He was farther away, moving too fast to track, she felt a sudden horror at the idea of loosing the scent. She leapt down from the rocks and jaunted to the side of the road, shifting up on her hind legs and letting the wolf fall away. She stumbled into the road just as a minivan rounded the corner. She waved her arms, doing her best to force tears to her eyes the van braked to a halt less than a foot from her. "Help," she said, running around to the driver's side of the little green van. "Help," she said again. "What's wrong," the man climbed out of the car. He was older, with graying hair. A young female was with him, climbing out of the other side of the van. "Lord, dad, what's happened?" "Help," she said again, not knowing anything more to say. Suddenly she was warm, the female had covered her with something. She shied a bit but realized that was not proper. "What happened, dear?" "Help," she said, gripping the female and holding on to her tightly. The female's hand moved up to stroke her back. She made odd sounds... "Shhh, Shhh." And then she was lead to the back of the van where a door was opened and she was put inside. She curled up on the floor of the van, panting as the two humans climbed inside and the engine roared to life. The female made attempts to talk to her but she didn't respond, merely held out the dark folded thing that smelled of her mate and pointed down the road. She then said the only other word she knew in their tongue, "Kyle," and fell asleep from exhaustion. *** Dreaming was intense. He could hear the voice crying out from far away, and almost, he thought, he could understand it. He imagined running very fast and low through dark brush towards the noise, calling out to it in an odd voice that was at once not his and yet his alone. He came upon her there, in the woods, her long hair billowing in the breeze and the light from the stars making her skin look like alabaster. Nothing was said, only looks exchanged, and he went to her and she received him, running her cheek over his, and burying her nose in the hollow above his collar bone. He felt himself harden as he held her close in the embrace. "Who are you?" he asked the apparition. He felt the sharp pain at his ear, throbbing, burning as she seemed to whisper and then she was on top of him again, thrusting herself down on him with such ferocity. He could feel his chest heaving and his blood boiling... and then he was jarred awake, his head hitting the glass of the passenger window as they bounded over the bridge on the John F. Fitzgerald Expressway. He looked around in time to see the USS Constitution in the distance. He then let his eyes focus on Johnny, who was humming along with the radio as he merged across two lanes for no apparent reason. Kyle looked down at the bulge in his jeans and did his best to conceal it. He wondered if he'd made any noises in his sleep. He in haled and then made a face of disgust, turning back to his older brother. "I thought you stopped smoking." Johnny turned his head to look at his little brother. "Yeah, six years ago. Why?" "You wreak of it, man." Kyle sat up, popping ever vertebrae in his back as he did so. "You sneak one when we stopped for gas or something?" "I thought you were asleep. You saw me? Shit. Look, okay. I have one now and again, alright." "Roll down a window at least, will you?" John rolled the window down. Kyle grimaced at the sudden influx of odors. "God," he buried his face in the crook of his elbow. "Roll it up! Roll it up!" John quickly rolled up the window, looking at his crazy younger brother out of the corner of his eye as he did so. "What is wrong with you?" "It fucking stinks, man. Can't you smell that?" Johnny sniffed and shrugged. "Smells like it always smells. Little brine from the harbor, some exhaust..." Kyle's stomach was churning. "It's more... It's just so pungent, though." "You okay?" "Yeah, just. I want to go home. I need a shower and some sleep." "Better make it just that. You could use a shave too." Kyle ran a hand up to his chin, he felt the rugged stubble there. "I just shaved yesterday," he said, puzzled by the three days worth of beard he was feeling. He flipped down the sun visor and checked his reflection in the mirror. "Jesus." "Eh, it happens. Probably getting lost got your adrenaline up and that did something to your testosterone and voila... Sue read something like that in a magazine once. Guys beards grow faster and thicker when they're testosterone it up. Happens in war and when they're in love. In fact that was the article I think, in Cosmo or some shit like that. "How to tell if he truly loves you in five easy signs. She was mad cause I only displayed three out of the five..." Kyle was glad that Johnny talked all the way across town. It made things easier. Though the windows were up, he could still smell the town creeping through the vents into the pick-up's cab. And the noise, ooh, the noise was so loud, defining even. His head ached from the noise. He tried to focus on Johnny's voice until finally the truck braked to a stop and he climbed out, grabbing his gear from the truck bead and dashing over to the door to his apartment house. Johnny called a goodbye from the street and Kyle waved doing his best to appear fine when he really wasn't and then he was inside and up the stairs, safe in his little well kept apartment. *** She'd been asleep in the back of the van for twenty minutes and Julie was a bit worried as her father closed the little fuel over on the van and ambled around to join her by the pump. "We should take her to a hospital." "Do you think she needs one?" "She was wondering around naked in the woods for who knows how long. There's something obviously wrong with her." Walter nodded, his daughter had a point. He took out the wallet the girl had had with her and opened it for the third time. The driver's license was current and held the picture of a young man, about middle to late twenties. "She seems to really want to go after this Kyle Murphy, fellow. Seems pretty adamant about it, too. So far as I can tell." "She must be foreign, She doesn't seem to understand English." "Well, Well get her to this guy's address in the city and then she'll be his problem." "What if he's the one left her out here, dad?" Walter looked again at the picture in the driver's license. "Has a nice looking face. Doesn't seem like the type to strip a young girl naked and toss her out in the middle of the woods." There was movement beside them and they both jumped to find the girl was there. She'd been listening to them. She held out a hand for the wallet and without knowing why, Walter gave it to her. She took it and held it close to her chest. Though the car-coat was long she had neglected to button it properly. "Maybe you should take her into the ladies room and clean her up a bit," he said to his daughter. Julie moved towards the girl and was surprised when the girl backed away towards the van. She seemed to be looking down the road with a sense of urgency. "Kyle," she said again, her voice carrying no sign of foreign accent. "We'll get you too him, dear." Walter said, pointing to the wallet she held. "You've got his address there with you. The girl looked down at the wallet quizzically. The female, "Julie" took the wallet slowly and opened it up, showing the girl the picture. The girl grabbed the wallet and stared at the ID picture, almost gleefully. She pointed at it and smiled. "Kyle," she said again. Julie nodded and then let a slight glance of worry pass between her and her father. She turned back to find the girl running her index finger lovingly over the ID picture. Julie smiled and nodded. "He is handsome, huh?" The girl looked up, and repeated the sentence. "He is handsome, huh?" Julie smiled. "Yes. I just said that." "Yes. I just said that. Julie." Julie nodded. "And that's my dad. Walter. What is your name?" The girl looked from the one of them to the other and then she put a hand to her chest. "Wahya." "What a pretty name." Walter smiled opening the door to the van so the girl could climb in again. "We'll be in the city before dark. I'm sure you're boyfriend will be happy to know you're safe and sound." "Boyfriend," the girl repeated. "Kyle boyfriend." Wolf Girl Ch. 03 Kyle felt woozy. He'd dropped hi keys in the bowl and stripped out of his clothes headed groggily to the shower. He felt painfully hot, as if his skin were coated in some sort of flesh-eating chemical. He switched on the shower, turning the cold nozzle all the way to the left. He ran the bar of soap over his flat stomach and up over his chest, letting the stream flow over his skin. It soothed the burning a bit, but not much. It didn't really matter, though. As he stood under the cold shower head he suddenly became aware of a dull ache in his stomach. He winced at it and then felt the sharp stab which nearly doubled him over. "Oh, Christ!" He dropped the bar of soap and turned off the water. His stomach made a loud gargling noise and Kyle licked his chops, panting. "Food..." He didn't bother to dry off but instead went to the kitchen in the buff, opening the fridge. He took out a package of tofu dogs and the left over vegetarian chili he'd made for dinner three nights before. He put them on the counter and studied them as another sharp hunger pain hit him and his knees nearly collapsed. When was the last time he had eaten? He honestly couldn't remember. He opened the package of veggie-franks and bit into one, nearly bulking the thing whole before tearing into the package and inhaling the rest in the same greedily ravenous manner. He shuttered the whole time as his hunger seemed to grow even more with each bite of food. He was half mad, watching the chili bubbling in the microwave and when it was out he nearly chugged the whole thing, not caring that it burned his mouth as he did so. He licked the bottom of the Tupperware container and then tossed it in the sink, licking his lips, still hungry. *** No sooner had Walter pulled the van to the curb than the girl, Wahya, was through the sliding door and on the steps of the little stately brownstone. Julie looked at her father, dubiously and then climbed out the passenger side. She joined the girl at the door, watching quietly as the girl seemed to be confused as to why it wouldn't open. "Try the buzzer." Julie said, finding the right button and pushing it. The girl was agitated, looking up at the building impatiently. "Kyle, boyfriend." He pounded her fist against the door and, to Julie's astonishment, the door seemed to be the worse for the impact. The little girl's fist had left a large dent in the door just above the jam. "Whoa, easy there, kid-o." Walter had joined them, his hand stuffed into the pockets of his pants. He was cold and would have put on his overcoat if it weren't the only thing keeping Wahya decent. "Maybe he's not home yet? Have you got a key?" Wahya looked at him confusedly and then she whimpered and ran a hand over the door. "Okay, so we'll buzz the super. He'll let us..." There came a beep from the callbox and a ragged sounding man's voice came through. "H-hello?" Wahya leapt to the call box and began kissing it passionately, repeating the name over and over again trying to give it many meanings through inflection. "Kyle. Ky-le. Ky-LE." After a pause the voice came back through the box. "Y-yeah, that's me. Are- are you dropping something off, or..." Julie put a hand on Wahya's shoulder and smiled moving her aside to take up the duties of communication. "We found your girlfriend," she said, bluntly. "My dad and I." "Girlfriend, I don't have a—Oh, Jesus!" There was a cry of pain that seemed to deepen and expand. Wahya's ears perked up at the noise. She took it as some sort of incitement, for she began pounding at the door, knocking it against its metal hinges so that they seemed to shake. Julie spoke into the speaker. "Are you alright, mister? Hey? Look, she's about to break the damned door in just to see you. I'd say you've got a girlfriend whether you want her or not." The voice on the call box seemed to be deepening into some sort of animalian sound, like a growling before the call was ended, the man upstairs having taken his finger off the call switch. Wahya's shrieks were loud and crisp as she pummeled the heavy security door and shook it violently in its frame. "She's going to break the door down. I don't believe it." Walter grabbed his daughter and pulled her back from the spectacle as the door gave with a loud metallic groan. She climbed over the wreckage of the door and disappeared through the lighted entryway and up the steps as preternatural speed. Walter and Julie stood frozen on the bottom step of the brownstone for a moment before they exchanges glances and bolted for the car. Whatever it was they had just helped, they realized it was not an ordinary girl. *** Kyle had keeled over on his side, and the spasms in his arms and legs were now torturous. He could swear he felt bone snapping as his muscles tightened. His skin was on fire. He pulled himself up from the floor and tried to walk to the front door where the impatient knocking had begun. He stumbled a few times before making it and opening the door. She came through with ease and took off her coat. She nuzzled his neck and smiled at his red florid face. She couldn't remember much of her first transformation but she knew that it was painful. She took his arm and led him to the large stuffed thing in the middle of the room. Kyle fell back on the couch and when the girl lay down on top of him, snuggling into him he barked out a question. "What d-did you d-do to m-me?" The wolfgirl couldn't understand the human words, but underneath them she heard the voice that was in her own tongue and she answered the question by kissing her way up over his burning flesh, already starting to grow thick and dark with fur and she took the lobe of his ear in her mouth and pit down until she tasted the light metallic taste of his blood. Then she kissed him on his mouth, feeling his tongue growing flat and wide as she did so and then they were on the floor, he behind her, thrusting into her as she too transformed and felt the delicate folds of her tight heat. His rough grunts and sharp thrusting hips filling her up with the massive turgidity of his cock. You're good this way, too. His pace slowed and she knew he was being called by the hunger. Mate first. Then I'll get you something to eat. I know you. She rolled and batted him over onto his back, shifting as she did into her human form. How do you do that? She looked into his eyes and in a moment he understood and with the understanding he changed, the fur seeming to become liquid and drip from his body as his torso lengthened and his shoulders became broad once more. His eyes returned to their normal blue color and he reached up and too her face in his hands, kissing her. "Wahya," he said, sucking her tongue between his lips and then pulling her down astride him. "I'm so fucking hungry!" She rode him and then when she came she let out a soft shallow little howl of pleasure, gripping him firmly with her insides so that he shot his seed deep inside her. She cradled his head and then let it rest on the hard wood floor. She made him focus on her eyes and as she willed the man in him to sleep she told him not to worry, when he woke he'd be rested and his hunger sustained. Then tomorrow you will teach me about the human world. Wolf Girl Ch. 04 Tree hit the wall, tears in her eyes, crying out. He was behind her then, pressing against her, his voice in her ear, and then his hand held out just below her nose. "Baby needs candy?" She saw the little vials and viciously grabbed for them. He drew them away quickly and she angrily leaped at him. He caught her by the neck and she choked as he squeezed. He enjoyed toying with her, it was part of the price he demanded. "Please, Bear," She worked her fingers into his hand around her neck, loosening the griop enough to choke out some words. "Please, I'm hurting." He dropped her, and she landed on her knees in the alleyway. Her skirt was barely more than a cloth. He'd bought it for her. He'd bought her everything with the money she earned him. But he could see the junk was taking its toll He tossed the vials on the ground and kicked them to her. Tree grabbed the vials up and with a grin on her face, rattled off "thank yous" as she backed away from the wide eyed pimp and pusher and into something larger. She turned and looked up at the large hairy creature, leering down at her with violent glowing yellow eyes. She screamed and ran only a few paces before she felt it grab her and her scream was muffled by a hand-like paw over her mouth. She watched as another creature, loped into the alley on all fours and then rose up on its hind legs. The pusher, Bear, was dwarfed in size, and though he was terrified he couldn't move, or even scream. The creature bore it's teeth and lept upon the helpless man and Tree watched in horror as a sudden sharp scream of pan was snapped off with the breaking of the man's neck and then she had to close her eyes and listen to the sounds of the bones snapping and the flesh being stripped by powerful jaws and the blood being lapped up greedily. Then the noise was done and she felt herself let go. She collapsed on the asphalt, her eyes squeezed shut as she felt a sudden hot breath against her neck. And then she heard the soft inhalation, the sniffing of large nostrils, and she whimpered in fear, knowing it was supposed to be her next. But then the breathing was gone, no noise, no sound, and when she opened her eyes, she was alone in the alley with a pile of torn and bloody clothes. She stood on shaky feet and looked only a moment at the mess that had dominated her life for six years, and then she went over to a dumpster and vomited before running down the alleyway screaming. *** He followed her lead as they skittered up fire escapes and across rooftops until they reached an edge and looked down at a heavy thru fare of traffic. She paused only a few moments before leaping and landing on the roof of a passing bus, he following her almost in tandem. They kept low lest the be seen and took the line for only a few blocks before leaping again and landing in a bed of grass, rolling together, until they landed against a block of stone. He felt himself change and watched as she did so to. They were in a graveyard by a church; both of them naked in the moonlight. Kyle felt sick. "Did I--" his knees weakened and he collapsed at the foot of a crumbling tombstone, pressing his hand against the faded carved words as he heaved softly. He felt his stomach lurch but nothing came, her rolled over lay down on the grass, felling the prickle of it against his bare skin. She was by him in a moment nuzzling his ear. When she talked it wasn't words but he understood her. "I killed someone?" Bad one. No guilt. "I feel awful." You ate too fast. He felt her warmth against him and then a tongue along his collarbone. He looked up at the moon, seeing its burning radiance as he reached a hand over and gripped her thighs. She parted them for him as he climbed on top of her. Kyle thrust inside her and she gripped his shoulders and burred her face in his chest, letting out a low moaning scream of pleasure. You feel different now, don't you? He thrust again, the heat of her around him practically milking him of every bit of his staying power. He was getting there quick. The boiling up of, and then the release of his seed with a low howl only they and the dogs of the neighborhood could hear had him suddenly calm again. She stroked his hair and then put her forehead to his. The sun would be up soon. They needed to get back. Teach me something to say before we go. Pushing himself up, Kyle picked a word from the gravestone. He pointed to it and read it aloud to her. "Beloved" She mouthed it and then said it, a perfect mimic. "Beloved." What does it mean? He took her hand and pulled it to his chest. She looked at himquizzically and then she realized she could feel his heart beating. She moved in close to listen with her ear pressed against his chest. His hands were slow to hold her, his fingers softly tracing along her line of her back. "We have to go now, don't we?" She sighed and then pushed away morphing and running. He changed and bounded after her. It was a game now, a chase. And when they'd made it across the city back through the open window of his apartment, they collapsed together in his bed, her curled up with him beside her, watching himself and her slowly change with the end of the three day lunar cycle. "Where did you come from?" he asked aloud. She didn't hear him, she was asleep. Wolf Girl Ch. 05 He watched the woman emerge from the tent and walk to the smoldering smoke of the campfire. The wet dewy dawn all around was gray but paling shade by shade. He licked his chops, imagining. Just a few bounds and he would be on her, the man in the tent would hear and come out and Feng would kill him and have the woman. As the woman went about the task of making coffee, she bent forward in the short green shorts and Feng could feel a small twitch inside him. The man wanted her for her body just as the wolf wanted her for her scent. It was maddening. You torture yourself. Feng looked over to see his father, smaller than he, but much older, curling his tail around his haunches as he sat and observed with measured disinterest the shapely woman only yards away. I wasn’t going to do anything. Garth cocked his head at his young son, the last of his male heirs, studying him. Of course you weren’t, I’ve forbidden interference with them. We hunt only other animals now, it is less complicated-- a simpler life. Still... Feng looked back at the woman, her shapely legs and red hair, pulled back from her pale freckled face. I do miss it. He remembered a woman like her. Years ago he had gone rogue and found her by a cottage washing clothes. He recalled breasts of soft white with pink nipples. He remembered green eyes and long slender arms and legs. Forget your past, my son. Forget that human woman. She is long dead. Feng fought the impulse to glare at his father. Yes, I know. I saw you kill her. He watched as the woman waited for the coffee, she let her hair down and it fell forward in such a way as she could run her fingers through it. And her human child.. Garth let a hot breath burst from his nose. The woman looked up and around but did not see them hidden in the thicket. She went back to combing her hair with her fingers. You shouldn’t let memories haunt you. We must all forget the past and set an example for our young. Feng let a small growl escape his lips as he watched the woman pour the coffee. She seemed to be admiring the greenery of the large trees as she set the little tin cup on a rock and put her hair back up again. She stretched, her back a supine symphony of little pops that Feng fancied he could hear even from the thicket. Then the woman turned to look at the tent. Her mate, a good looking rugged sort with blonde hair, came out. He was bare from the waist and together they looked so natural it made Feng want to lunge and end them both then and there. Smiling as he moved toward her, she met him half way and the coffee was forgotten. Feng looked to Garth, though his fathers face was calm Feng knew they were both remembering what it had been like to lie with human women. They remembered the feel of hands clutching flesh, of joy in the act. Life may be less complicated as wolves, father, Feng thought. But you have to admit, being a man had its finer points. Men have love and honor and sensuality. What do we have? Responsibilities. Garth flicked his tongue over his chops to make the point. A pack. Our pack? Those animals we adopted who run with us? Feng wanted to spit. Most of them never were human. The man and woman were on the grass now in the clearing. Clothes had been discarded. He was kissing his way over her pelvic bone causing her to laugh lightly. Feng longed for a time when he’d made women giggle. He exhaled the words under his breath, “Lucky bastard.” He was gone then, following his father, the young campers none the wiser of their presence or departure. *** “What do you mean, ‘gone’?” Feng shifted his weight to all four paws, standing in his shock. The two sat on rocks, the wolves below looking up at them uncomprehending but fearful. Garth looked down at them, he disliked talking in front of them. It made them nervous and less likely to follow him. He chose his words with great economy. “Left...” he growled. “Moon.” Feng scowled at his father. “And you knew?” Garth let his head bob in an obvious nod. “And they knew?” He indicated the pack of common wolves. Garth let his head fall, an obvious sign of remorse. Feng paced a moment and then looked at the pack. “She must be brought back. I must see her.” Garth stood. “No,” he barked. “Gone.” Feng glared at his father and the pack, he was tired of it. Had been tired of it for some time. He felt the change more than willed it, and as the pack scattered, only his father looked on. “Clothes?” The grey wolf looked off in a direction. Feng went and found the boulder. He pried it up to find the garments his father and he had hidden once long ago, wrapped in oil-cloth bound with twine. When he had dressed, he did not bother to look over his shoulder in the direction of the rocks. Had he done so, he would have seen only the grey wolf looking on without emotion...