some original Catfreeek artwork for good luck
I strived to come up with something unique and memorable for this week's competition. I wanted to take everyone out of their comfort zone and what better way to do this than by going there. This could very well wind up being a disaster of epic proportions that gets me banished from Horrorthon and publicly humiliated. I almost aborted but because I had no Plan B to speak of, I had no choice but to soldier on like a soldier who enjoys soldiering. I'd like to make it clear that writing erotic/pornographic material is an entirely new and embarrassing experience for me. But here goes...
This week's rules:
1) Deadline Friday at midnight (good coast time)
2) Write as much or as little as you'd like
3) Submit something, anything... or else = SHIT LIST
The concept is an erotic exploration of The Wolf Man (1941) starring Lon Chaney Jr. If you haven't seen it, you should - it's a classic. Posted below are the 1st ten minutes of the film that introduce the two characters in our story (though you really don't need to know anything to participate other than that he turns into a werewolf during the full moon):
And here is some sexy inspirational music:
Because of the graphic material within, I'm posting the intro in the comments. If dirty stuff makes you uncomfortable then it would probably be in your best interest to go no further...
*gulp*
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The Howl of the Wolfman
After purchasing the walking stick he was quite fond of, Larry returned to the antique shop frequently to visit with Gwen. She resisted his shamelessly obvious advances at first by playing naive and aloof but after his third attempt the flattery settled in. She began to look forward to his presence, his muscular arms and his captivating eyes. Gwen was taken by the gentle and respectful manner in which he treated her. But what interested her more was the certain raw and animalistic way that he carried himself. There was an intensity about him that became more evident and even desperate with each visit. Larry was all too aware of his increasingly erratic behavior. He noticed many changes since the night of the wolf bite and he was only beginning to identify them, let alone adjust. For one thing his sense of smell was amplified to new and unchartered levels. Remarkably he was able to take in Gwen's soft, natural scent from blocks away and this caused an electric, primal lust to pulsate through his body.
One evening while she was describing the details surrounding the acquisition of a rare 17th century Siberian candlestick, Gwen could sense that Larry wasn’t absorbing her words. He nodded politely as he always did, but she correctly surmised that he was fighting an uncontrollable urge to tear off her clothes and have his way with her. The possibility excited her beyond her wildest dreams despite her upcoming marriage. She wanted him. She wanted him to kiss her violently, to bite and scratch her, to pull her hair and systematically explore every inch of her body. She imagined him taking her right there on the antique Hopi table. She wanted to pull out his cock and thrust himself inside of her, push her and grind her and twist her body around in a carnal session of explosive raw fucking. Larry in turn could sense her excitement and was emboldened by the distinct advantage of knowing from across the room precisely how wet she was. He moved towards her slowly.
"Not here" she whispered. "There are too many valuables that I can't afford to have broken. Let's go out back so you can have me under the stars." They made their way to the patio and wasted no time. It began somewhat romantically. Larry caressed her cheek and kissed her tenderly while unbuttoning her shirt. Then, as he polished her breasts with his tongue he became aware of a clear rhythm in the movement of her hips and adapted accordingly. Their bodies embraced and gyrated in perfect synchronicity. It wasn't long before she was holding his throbbing cock in her delicate hands. As much as this thrilled him beyond comprehension, his focus was solely on her. His entire life had been leading up to the moment of providing her with this forthcoming orgasm...
He slid her panties off with his teeth and growled playfully yet forcefully. Seconds away from thrusting his tongue deep inside of her to hear her moan in ecstasy, he paused to savor this incredible moment.
"Laaaarry" she trembled, as she looked up to the skies. "It's so beautiful... I've never seen such a magnificent full moon before. Look at it. You have to see this..."
Godspeed.
Cool idea JSP, a romance novel entwined with horror. You may be onto a new genre here.
sweatpants, despite your penchant for shitlisting me at the slightest provocation, i intend to submit an ending. it won't be a happy one.
I'm happy to hear it AC and look forward to your entry! I had a strong suspicion that Catfreeek would be the only person not to buck-buck-bagawk her way out of this one..
I even prepared a second, boring alternative for the lamos (Handsome Stan, Whirlygirl, Miko etc.):
Larry pushed the shopping cart slowly down aisle 6. “Ah yes, tomato sauce” he thought. “Can’t forget about tomato sauce.” Out of the corner of his eye he noticed that the express lane was more crowded than usual. “Hopefully the line will die down by the time I’m finished with my grocery shopping.” It suddenly occurred to him that he was getting low on fabric softener. “No matter,” he assured himself. “I’ll just swing back down aisle 3 after I’m done putting cereal in my shopping cart.” Larry didn’t much care for aisle 3. He never understood why cleaning supplies and cat food shared the same space. The he dropped his shopping list on the floor and _____________________.
Horrotica.
I just wanted to say excellent phonetic spelling of the chicken noise. Well done, Centurion!
Also, what's Cat's picture portraying? A good ol' fashioned knee-job?
Can't wait to dive into this one. Ballsy, JSP!
How the fuck did I get listed amongst the lame?! (and why is it the only people who call me names are always hundreds/thousands of miles away?)
I shalt participate, in spite of my natural aversion to ultimatums...
Haha Miko - I was only trying to draw you out. Mission accomplished!
Her words trailed off, at least to Larry they did. He had lost all sense of his surroundings. He could feel himself changing, succumbing to the persuasiveness of the full moon. Somewhere in his rapidly degenerating rational mind he knew that he should never have come to see her today. He felt a twinge of guilt tug at him. Too late, there was no stopping it now. He felt the hair growing all over his body. His senses were alive and tingling, he could smell her sex. Consumed by raw animalistic lust, his mind no longer contained any coherent thoughts. As he buried his face deep into her welcoming loins, lapping at her wet cunt. She was no longer Gwen to Larry; she was nothing more than flesh brought forth to satisfy his primal needs. Larry was no longer Larry to himself either; the beast that was contained within him had taken complete control. He was now only the wolf. He pushed his muzzle even deeper into her moist pouch, if she had wanted him to stop at this point he wouldn’t have been able to. There was only hunger and he needed to gorge wholly of her. She was the only thing that could satisfy this yearning.
Gwen stared up at the full moon, it was blood red and looked close enough to touch. She had never seen it so beautiful before. She felt Larry’s warm tongue tasting her and spread her legs a little wider welcoming the stimulation. She had wanted him since the day he first walked into the shop. It felt wonderful to finally give in to that desire. She rolled her head back drinking in the extraordinary moon feeling intoxicated by it’s warm red glow and her own heightened sensuality. She tensed slightly as he nibbled at her clitoris. Then relaxed as he surged forward, deeper inside of her. She swung her legs over his shoulders and wrapped them around his neck. He bore her weight with ease, not stopping for the slightest pause. Larry was better than she had ever imagined. His physical power was both electrifying and frightening at once. The excitement was overpowering and she felt herself surrender to the rapture erupting with orgasm. As she swam back toward coherency she became aware of the sounds that Larry was emitting. He was snarling and uttering low growls as he gobbled her climax. She could feel the warm ejaculate running down her thighs and she pulled at Larry’s hair signaling him to stop. But Larry didn’t stop at all, in fact the hair pulling seemed to thrust new life into him and he dug in even more greedily. Gwen tugged harder and tried pushing his head back but still he continued to eat. Now it was becoming more pain then pleasure, she begged him to stop, but he only growled in response. She slapped at his head and shoulders while trying to wriggle away but he held tight. Warm liquid was oozing from her vagina and when the coppery odor hit her nostrils she realized with horror that it was blood, her blood. She panicked. Scratching and punching his back and shoulders she cried and pleaded with him to stop but he was relentless. Screaming and wailing she fought to no avail, praying that someone would hear her cries. No one came. Gwen mercifully lost consciousness as Larry raged onward.
The beast that was no longer Larry had no thought process it was just pure unadulterated animal impulse. It took what it wanted and killed what didn’t comply. Consumed by lust, it licked and slurped at its victim subduing it before mating. The beast hardly noticed when the cohort began fighting back, it knew it was stronger so she was no threat. It bit hard into the soft flesh of the fuck hole and lapped up the savory fluid. The blows administered by the female grew weaker and weaker until finally it hung limp from its shoulders. The beast threw her face down onto the pavement with an audible smack. It sniffed at her to make sure she was still alive before thrusting its swollen cock into her bleeding orifice. The sex was quick and violent. Driving at her feeble body savagely while scratching deep into her back the beast erupted inside of her. It hopped off, poked at her, looked up at the moon and howled before running off into the night.
Gwen awoke disoriented, confused by her unfamiliar surroundings. She started to scream and two women dressed entirely in white came running to her side. One woman soothed her with gentle strokes to her hair and calming words while the other injected her with something that made her feel drowsy. She realized that she was in a hospital just before slipping back off into sleep. Some time later Gwen stirred from her drug induced slumber, she didn’t remember much but she was grateful to be alive. Did her formerly sweet and gentle Larry really ravage and hurt her? She had so many questions. Who had found her? What happened to Larry? How long had she been here? She licked her parched lips; she wanted to ask the nurse some water. The nurse informed her that she had been the victim of a wolf attack. A gentleman who was out walking his dog in the early hours had found her. Gwen had lost so much blood it was a miracle that she survived. Apparently, she had been in a coma for the past 3 months. She was afraid to ask about Larry, not wanting anyone to find out about her sexual encounter. She prayed that he was alright. Tears rolled from her eyes in silent mourning. The nurse moved in to comfort her taking her hand gently and caressing it. She leaned in close and softly spoke into Gwen's ear, “Don’t worry dear, you didn’t lose the baby. It’s just fine.”
In stunned silence Gwen slowly turned her head toward the window. It was a full moon.
Just so youse guys know, I'm going to have one of you email me all of the responses anonymously so that I can read them without knowing who the author is. So that's why I'm not commenting...
I will happily volunteer to email all entries to JSP but please post them here first so the rest of us can read them too :)
Fearful of what might happen, he didn’t want to look at the full moon. Since the bite he felt it coming. He knew he would change, that he had changed. He could feel its rhythm plunging within, recklessly scraping and scratching its way out, and each day with increased desperation as it fought to see and taste the light summer air. He had been able to fight it so far, whatever it was, but the gleaming moon was too strong. It beckoned the animal, seducing and intoxicating it under its command.
But Larry didn’t care about the beast right now, or the devilish moon, instead it was Gwen that intoxicated him. Her smell, which was growing stronger with each passing second, slid like silk into his senses. He felt he could die happy just getting drunk off of her fragrance. It made the hair on his body stand tall, which was beginning to grow longer with every wink of the moon.
“grrrrr,” Gwen squealed as she stroked her little fingers through his fur.
Her touch made him quiver.
More than anything he adored the taste of her skin that had a hint of peach with an explosion of salt. Larry loved salt. It made him think of the sea and the day he lost his virginity. It was with his mother’s friend. His mother wasn’t what you’d call conventional and neither were her friends. Lane was her friend’s name. She was lean with soaring legs, and short black hair like Liza Minnelli. Her lips were always painted cherry red, except on that day she wore them bare, leaving them exposed to the stroke of the hot orange sun. She inhaled cigarettes, sometimes two at a time. Larry remembers tasting the nicotine on her tongue and lips, but mostly he recalls the flavor of the sweet salt that splashed feverishly from the water that undulated between them. His mother watched pleasingly from the sand, every so often waving her hand merrily in the air. She thought they were playing a game, but she was so doped up on booze and pills that she wouldn’t have been the wiser had they been fucking directly in front of her.
“Focus on me, Larry baby. Touch me here...and here...and, ooh, here...yes...yes...exactly, exactly.”
He proceeded to lick Gwen’s skin. Slowly and deliberately he encompassed every inch becoming insanely exhilarated by her tingling salt. He grabbed her face and sucked on her moist lips. He loved how she let her bottom lip hang loose while he seized it tightly between his. It made him become dizzy and hyperventilate, or maybe it was the beast caged within him finally overpowering and weakening him.
He fought the urge and pulled Gwen onto him. He knew it was selfish. The brute could burst out at any moment and devour her, but he couldn’t stop. His desire was stronger than his mind, and at the moment even stronger than the beast.
“Larry, you’re an animal,” she cried.
If only she knew how true it was he thought. She’d detest him, fear him, and loathe him. For a moment he thought about leaving until her body lulled him back in with each exquisite movement.
“Let’s go to the Ocean,” he said.
She asked him if he meant this very moment and he said he did. It was the salt of her sweat that infected him and sent him into his obsession. Sex in the sea was his fetish born from Lane, and it was often the only way he could climax. The ocean wasn’t just for his benefit, he thought. If the beast came out then maybe Gwen could drown him. He at least would be giving her a fighting chance he convinced himself.
They walked the eight minutes to the beach. When they arrived she stripped without delay and enclosed her body within the ocean’s touch. Larry tore his off quickly too, but his body suddenly thrashed to the ground before he could heave himself into the sea. He tried desperately to get up, but his legs felt paralyzed. He was flat on his back, his eyes forced to look deep into the sky. He fought to close them, but they wouldn’t budge, and like a magnet fixated themselves on the screaming vanilla moon. It was unleashing the monster. He could feel it deeply undulating under his skin. His heart began beating like a loud drum. Over and over it banged until he could hear nothing else. He felt his naked body bulge and twitch, while his veins rippled like strings of liquorice caught under his skin. For a moment he thought of Gwen and strained his neck to catch a glimpse of her figure. She was still in the sea, floating blissfully on her back mesmerized by the fullness of the moon, as she had been earlier.
Again he tried to get up so he could join her, desperate to entwine his body tightly around hers, but the beast would not allow it. It wanted to extinct Larry for the evening, or maybe even forever. Again he stretched to see Gwen. Her body was drifting further out. He watched in enjoyment as the moonlight glistened against her wet breasts and neck.
Then he felt it happen. It was quicker then he imagined. His head thrashed hard into the sand, the sky spun above him, and he heard a noise like no other. Suddenly he felt his nails grow, his teeth spring into daggers, and the hair on his body burst into a full fur coat. He leaped to his feet with a power he could never have dreamed. He was no longer quite himself but still he wanted Gwen, though, not in the same way. He wanted to taste her flesh much deeper. He wanted to devour her until he felt her bones crush between his teeth.
He sniffed ravenously in the air until his eyes focused just barely on her body drifting further out by the current. He dove in the sea his body initially leaping effortlessly over the gruesome waves. Though, soon he began struggling and feeling extremely frustrated, since it appeared he was no closer to Gwen then when he began. Still he kept going, soaring over and sometimes under the water’s fierce shake. As he traveled he felt conflicted. In one breath he thought about eating Gwen and in the other saving her, as she would surely drown if he didn’t pull her out. It was a battle between himself and the beast, and he had no idea which one of them would triumph. All he could to do was swim faster, and he did. He thrashed his arms into the mouth of the ocean, and even though his limbs fiercely burned he pushed forward. He was so close to Gwen. He was so close to finally discovering if he was man or beast. Just as he approached her, the waves sped up and swirled tightly around him. He had swallowed a little water, but still he could see Gwen, though, as he reached out to grab her arm the world turned black.
He awoke to the sound of crashing waves. He could smell the moist salty air gently hitting his face. He could feel it on his body too and he realized he was naked. He tried to lift his head to take in his surroundings, but he had a pounding headache that mimicked a hangover. Had he been drinking he wondered, but then he remembered Gwen and knew he hadn’t. He thought about his body pressing against hers and smiled. But he was missing part of the night. He wondered how he got here, and what had happened to Gwen. He tried to sit up, but again his pounding headache prevented it. As he stretched his arms out wide in frustration he felt his left hand graze flesh. Was it Gwen, he questioned. He tightened his hand around the appendage and noticed it was ice cold. His heart began bursting out of his chest as he desperately tried to find a pulse. There was none. He didn’t want to look but knew he had to. He forced his aching head to the side and saw Gwen’s ravaged body. Suddenly he remembered. The beast had come out again, and it had done unimaginable things to Gwen. The images made him sick causing him to violently vomit on the sand. He had to put an end to this bloodshed that kept happening. He couldn’t allow himself to harm anyone else. When the urges came he could always convince himself that it wasn’t really him, but a beast or werewolf. He could make himself believe that he had been bitten, and that his body transformed into a hairy animal form, but it wasn’t true. He was a vicious killer that he knew had to be stopped.
He forced himself to his feet and began walking slowly and deliberately into the water. He walked until it covered his feet, then his knees, then his hips, and finally his neck. He had just inches to move until it swallowed him and halted his existence. He edged forward trying not to hold his breath, but once the water just about grazed his nose he had forgotten what he was doing. He once again couldn’t remember his urges and what he had done. He would kill again, then forget, then remember and try and kill himself, but then only to forget again. It was the pattern he lived, and since he often forgot he could peacefully live with himself unaware of his savagery.
He stretched his body against the water, tasted its salt, and thought about Lane.
Cat, I read yours last night. Very intense! I can't wait to see what others write.
Thanks Whirly :)
I just read yours, a unique direction to take. Well written and so descriptive. I really loved it.
I will be emailing these to JSP tomorrow morning early since cut off is midnight west coast time. Of course keeping the author's anonymous as requested.
nope, just can't do it! i had a couple of different ideas but cat and whirly have covered those angles sufficiently, so once again i make the easy and familiar journey onto johnny's shit list.
To support JSP's wishes, I'm posting this Anonymously. Thanks, Cat:
A shiver passed through his body like a wave crashing a rock. All at once, the full bore of what had been happening to him for the past three and a half weeks exploded like a thundercloud in his head. This couldn’t be possible. This was the stuff of lore, of legend. This didn’t happen in our world. He couldn’t be…a…
He realized time had slowed. He gazed at Gwen, with her half-closed eyes and lust-soaked smile. He slowly turned his head away, knowing exactly what he would see. He tried to convince himself that he had looked at full moons before, and never felt anything. In fact, he had never really given the moon a second thought up until this moment in his life.
Now, he somehow felt as if he was slowly turning to face the unblinking eye of Destiny. The emotions churning back and forth within him were like the tides of the Earth, only sped up a thousand-fold. He could feel himself swaying back and forth between two worlds, and he suddenly understood, more than any human being, why the moon plays such a critical role in our lives, in our legends, in our emotions, and in our souls. It’s the light that brings hope to the night; the light that lovers lust under; the light that brings primal howls from man and beast alike; the light of the Secret Other Side of Existence.
He could feel the planet as one living organism under him, with all of the life energy of every animal and human alike interconnected with each other and with HIM, welling up inside the deepest part of his being. He felt the fog of human consciousness dissipating, the way morning mist and dew disappears from the grass. What he felt now was an absolute, primal, FULL understanding of what we think we mean when we use the word “Alive.”
His head finally made the full circle, to gaze straight up at the white orb. His Adam’s apple twitched; his breath came in visible short gasps in the cool night air. His body tensed, and he slowly reared back from kneeling over Gwen to rest on the haunches of his ankles.
“Lllllllarry…” breathed Gwen, and Larry heard her voice as if a record had started up slowly. Time snapped back to normal speed. “I’m so sorry, I should have told you before it got this far, but it’s that time of the month for me…but I want you SOOO badly. Please take me, Larry – take me now…”
As he turned back to Gwen, Larry processed this new information instantly; not only were his senses heightened to a level incomprehensible to regular people, but his mind seemed to be working at an accelerated pace of intelligence. He knew now why it had to be Gwen, and why it had to be Him. He knew, without knowing how he knew, what to say next. His voice was slow, husky, and deep.
“Gwen, you and I are destined to be together. Don’t be afraid of what happens next.”
Her eyes opened slightly only to see Larry sticking his tongue out and biting down on it, HARD. Blood started to seep from Larry’s lips.
“Trust me, Gwen – we are the new destiny of the human race…”
With that, Larry’s blood soaked mouth came down on Gwen’s vagina. His lacerated tongue plunged deep within her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She sensed almost immediately, though, that something was different this time. Something was building inside of her, some intoxicating new…awareness of herself and her body. And…the moon. She found she couldn’t take her eyes off it, or even blink. Her body seemed to be convulsing on its own as Larry’s bloody mouth went to work on her bloody genitals. A feeling was rising from deep within her body, a feeling of things mixing, of things blending, of things being made better. Time seemed to slow down. Larry’s tongue was doing things that no other lover’s tongue had ever done; things that no human tongue should be capable of. It seemed his tongue was growing…longer, and thinner, but seemingly…more dexterous. There seemed to be some sort of energy flux building between her mind, her body, her vagina, Larry’s tongue, and the moon. She knew, intellectually, that this sort of thing was ludicrous, but that feeling was fading almost as fast as her passion was rising, and almost as fast as her mind was…changing.
Random thoughts coursed through her head at lightspeed, the most important among them being that she realized why she was ovulating; her monthly cycle had long been synced up to the cycle of the moon, through no coincidence other than the skylight in her apartment, which allowed full-moon light to cascade down over her naked body once a month. She had always dismissed this as coincidence, but now she realized the full scope of the truth. She had inadvertently been doing what women used to do for centuries, becoming one with the rhythms of the tide and the cosmos. She sank deeper into a profound awareness of the moon, and how it controlled the waters of the Earth and the waters of our blood. She was acutely aware of how perfect a mate she was for Larry, or rather, what Larry was becoming.
Her orgasm arrived suddenly, without prior buildup. The only real conscious thought she had was that she didn’t have words to describe the feelings she was experiencing. Her eyes and mind were blinded with an energy that rumbled and rippled from the very fabric of life energy itself. With prior lovers, she had felt the normal sensation of increasing waves of pleasure, but those were ripples lapping on a soft lake beach compared to the tumultuous, rising, pounding crescendo of sheer involuntary body-racking pleasure convulsions now. She came harder than any mortal human female had ever come before, emitting a sound that started out as a loud moan, and gradually became a flat out ecstasy-howl, directed solely straight upwards at the unblinking moon.
When Larry mounted her, she was completely aware of the newly-grown hair all over his body, the lapping tongue, and the new shape of his face. She was also aware that the same thing had happened to her. She saw that he was beautiful, and she knew that she was beautiful to him. She realized, on a deep, primal level, as well as a high intellectual level, that this was the way humans were meant to be. This was our next step, and the way we were always meant to be. And she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that she and Larry were the first.
EPILOGUE
To this very day, authorities in Northern California fight an increasing battle against the Bigfoot-yahoo, conspiracy-theorist, and UFO-nut-camp groups that like to continually point out a growing correlation in the spike between missing person reports and sightings of half-man, half-wolf creatures seen darting through the forests. Despite eyewitness reports of seemingly impossible two-legged physical mobility for wolves, authorities are quick to downplay the whole thing as a series of elaborate hoaxes.
"Laaaarry" she trembled, as she looked up to the skies. "It's so beautiful... I've never seen such a magnificent full moon before. Look at it. You have to see this..."
He didn't look (he may not have even heard her), his full attention was on her sex. The smell of her musk filled his overly-sensitive nose, his eyes took in the folds of her vagina, the wetness that emanated from deep inside her...he needed to taste her, that was the one and only message his already changing brain was sending.
Gwen was still looking at the moon when he lunged between her legs. She gasped in surprise as he slid his hands beneath her ass and easily lifted her lower body off the patio. Her gasp was followed immediately by another, more forceful this time, as his tongue penetrated her outer lips and plunged into her.
Larry growled again, but the playfulness was gone from the sound. It was a hungry, desperate growl, muffled by the flesh around his mouth, but still loud enough for Gwen to hear. The sound made her even wetter, and now his tongue was...lapping...yes, lapping in and out of her, touching the rough flesh deep inside her. Then her outer lips. Then fast and hard against her clit. Deep. Shallow. Deep again, but always fast, so fast.
She was biting into her arm now. Afraid to let go with her teeth, for fear her screams would wake the early sleepers in the row-homes next door.
Just as she thought she couldn't stand the waves of pleasure Larry's tongue were causing, it seemed to go deeper. She swore she could feel the tongue on her cervix, and sat up in concern as the feeling she was going to pee overwhelmed her. The pressure was shocking, and she was mortified at the thought of urinating on him, but it wasn't her bladder sending the message. The feeling shifted and she screamed, neighbors be damned, as her very first orgasm swept through her. The wave coursed through her, and she grabbed at Larry's hair as she came. His thick, long...hair/fur.
The orgasm kept the realization of what her hands felt from registering for a moment. Then, like touching something wet in the garbage, the confused message of disgust got through. She wasn't touching the hair of her new lover, she was touching the fur of something else, something that wasn't human.
Larry was about halfway through the change when he stood up between her legs, startled by the feel of her hands on the back of his head. His tongue, had in fact, touched her cervix. It, like the long canine teeth that had grown from his own human teeth, were the first things to change. Teeth, tongue, fur sprouting from now broader shoulders, and long black nails from what had been his hands and feet.
Gwen's initial look of confusion froze on her face as she gazed upon what, had only moments before, been Larry. She could make out the face of her lover beneath the sheen of dark gray fur that now covered his (it's?) face. His face was there, but just barely, his tender brown eyes were now a blazing red, his teeth and tongue protruded grotesquely from his mouth.
As she watched in stunned horror, the face, shifted. It narrowed, and seemed to protrude out in an effort to catch up with the teeth that had been too large for it. As Larry screamed in pain, and rage, his entire head grew, the face and ears becoming something that no longer bore any real resemblance to humanity.
His body grew as well, a fiercer, stronger musculature made him simultaneously grow taller and broader. His open shirt kept up with the change for a moment, stretching to the fabrics very limit, then tore across the back, and hung in tatters across his shoulders. His pants didn't even fight that hard, they tore away immediately as Larry's thighs erupted through them. Gwen was sure she would go crazy as she watched the transformation of the man she had lusted for, for so long, as he became a beast. Just as she thought she had seen the worst of it, her eyes fell to his manhood.
The cock she had stroked in her hands, minutes (it couldn't just be minutes ago, it had to be a lifetime) before, was changing as well. As she gazed in horror it grew, became thicker, longer, and instead of fur, it became a deep red. A shiny, deep red color she recognized from the members of the male hunting dogs her father kept. Then, a furry long sheath grew behind the shaft of the engorged member on this Larry/Beast, and the cock disappeared into it. The testicles too seemed to move, further back on the creature, even as the skin around them grew thicker and hairier. It was if this thing didn't just turn Larry's teeth and nails into weapons, but was protecting his most vulnerable parts as well. Preparing for fighting, for killing, for the desperate flailing of it's victims as they died. It was a transformation that left no room for doubt about it's purpose.
The sight of the penis retracting into the creatures body was too much for Gwen. She scrambled from her back onto her hands and knees, and screamed as she rose to run.
The scream was a trigger. At the sound, the beast lashed out with a hand (paw?) and caught Gwen's shirt and peasant-skirt on it's claws, tearing them away and knocking her to her knees.
The fall knocked the breath from her momentarily, and Gwen was only able to crawl away from the creature. Crawling was a mistake.
The beast's eyes were immediately drawn to the, still wet, mound that was now fully exposed to it. The smell of her was still on it's fur, and now the sight of her crawling away caused the red head of it's penis to protrude from it's sheath. It growled and leapt.
Gwen was almost to the gate in the patio fence when the beast landed on her. She waited to feel the teeth bite into her neck, the claws rip into her spine. The attack came from a different weapon. Instead of pain, she felt a pressure, and before she knew what was happening, the beast had thrust its penis deep inside her. Gwen cried out in fear and shock as she was penetrated (was there something else in her cry?) She continued to try to escape, and the creature that had been Larry, growled in warning as it pushed her down.
Her head and shoulders were forced to the ground, leaving only her hips and ass in the air. As soon as her forehead touched the rich earth beneath her, Gwen felt the beast's cock penetrate deeper into her. She gasped. She told herself she was gasping in fear, but was shocked to realize she was wetter. The adrenaline in her system had confused her, she was sure. She was in shock, her body responding in strange ways.
She was still rationalizing her reactions when she realized that her hips were moving in sync with the beasts thrusts. The long, thick cock was touching every inch of her insides. Deeper and more completely that any man she had every known. She willed herself to stop, but she met each thrust by pushing up with her ass, slapping against the creatures thighs and grunting every time it plunged into her. She heard it's breath in her ear as it fucked her, it was growling and making guttural sounds with every thrust, gaining in intensity and speed as it grew more excited.
Gwen realized that if she clenched her inner muscles as the cock was pulling out of her, she could make the feelings intense both on the thrust and withdrawal. She pushed against the beast as it drove itself into her, and clenched her pussy around it as it pulled out, her very insides willing it not to go. She and the beast were each making animal sounds now, grunting and growling as they fucked.
She felt the the creature tense just as she felt the feeling of having to pee again. She slammed herself back into the huge member, and screamed, without reservations, as a shattering orgasm overtook her. She lifted her shoulders off the ground and instinctively turned her head to look back at what had caused this ecstasy. It was her last conscious movement.
As Gwen turned back to look at what had been Larry, she turned the carotid artery in her neck towards it. Even as it furiously fucked her, it snapped its huge jaws down on the source of the blood smell that filled it's nose. A spray of blood filled its mouth, and the tongue that had brought Gwen to orgasm was now drinking the very life from her.
Gwen was aware of the pain in her neck, and something else. The last sensation she had before dying was of the eruption from the beasts penis. It came as it bit her.
Okay, I'm actually getting to this with only an hour left before the deadline...
He raised his head to take in the beauty of her face once more before descending, but the reflection of moonlight in her deep dark eyes made him follow her gaze.
In a split second, the brilliant disc of light filled his whole world. The light seemed to pour off of it, sliding around in the inky night and finding its way into his eyes. The moonlight was magic, was quicksilver, was liquid electricity and it was all for him. With a release that was ten orgasms he felt it like a tidal wave in his blood, and behind the wave was an unstoppable change.
Gwen watched Larry step back, rapt in the moonlight, suddenly detached from their shared lust. He stood with his arms out to the side, leering at the moon like a drunk. He convulsed forward, clutching his arms and head tightly in a fetal pose, trembling with gathering energy. This lasted only a moment, and then he arched his back, flung his head to the sky and let out a yell that chilled her blood.
It started in the human range, and then the dark bass undercurrent took over, and as it did Larry's body... erupted. That was the only word for it. On the dark patio it was as if his torso doubled in size. His arms twitched and shook and as they did new muscles grew and stretched, his large hands elongating freakishly. His clothes ripped with no resistance, turning into tatters at his feet, which were now on the ends of long, lupine legs. The fur didn't grow out of him as much as it burst, covering him in a thick, dark pelt.
As she took this in his yell became a howl, and the howl became a siren's wail, crescendoing with such power that the French doors shattered behind him. When it was spent he took his eyes off the moon and set them upon her, and she saw their baleful, wild yellow glow for the first time.
Larry looked at Gwen and his lust returned anew, but with such force that he realized he'd never known real lust before. She was so small, so beautiful, and in a moment he knew he would have her flesh. His new drug the quicksilver moonlight was many things, but it was also blood, and hers was meant to be dribbling down his maw.
He took a step forward her and raised his claws before him. Seeing their gaunt, lethal silhouettes in front of her moonlit skin, he suddenly felt a niggling pause. He recalled their flirting over the past weeks, and her laughter. Oh Lord, he thought, what have I become? What is this wretched curse?
All these thoughts left his head when he felt a shocking blow to his snout. He looked at Gwen, confused. Had she -- BAM! She socked him again, with far more power behind her tiny fist than he ever thought possible. Bewildered, he spit out a two-inch fang that had just been knocked loose, barely noticing that it grew back instantly.
"Larry!" she said. "It's time to focus. The question before you is simple: are you a wolfman, or are you a fucking werewolf?" As she spoke, she grew subtly taller, and long ears began to poke out from beneath her hair. She shot out a suddenly muscular arm and grabbed the fur at his neck, yanking his huge head downwards so that her face was inches from his.
"If you're a werewolf, than you can help me kill that fiance of mine and we can have this kind of fun all the time. But if you're a wolfman, it'll be a bunch of whining about stupid crap and I'll wish I never bit you in the first place."
She released her grip, and stood away from him. She had reverted to her first form, the one he knew best, and the moonlight bathed her half-dressed body. "Well," she said flatly, "what's it going to be?"
After a moment's pause he grabbed her with both claws and hurled her through the remains of the French doors. Her body shattered the paneless frame and slammed against the antique Hopi table, her torso flung across the polished wood tabletop. As she heard his footsteps behind her, she felt inhuman claws grasp her hips, and the wet tip of a giant cock brushing her thighs, looking for the right position.
She lifted her head and spit blood. "Now we're talkin'"
Wow! Just got through reading the last 3 submissions. Holy crap! JSP is in for a very difficult decision. All 5 stories have been emailed off to him keeping the authors anonymous as he so requested.
Good luck everyone, it still amazes me how much talent is gathered here in this humble little blog.
Thanks everyone who participated and for taking it seriously! I've read 3 out of the 5 and am already stressing out about picking a winner. I'll post the results by tomorrow morning.
And thanks Catfreeek for emailing the responses to me. The anonymity makes it a lot of fun and it eliminates biases. Not that I'm biased but you know what I mean, right?
Yeah, we understand JSP. You're trying to tell a few of us that you don't like us in a roundabout way...
That's OK, I'll just go find another blog somewhere...*sigh*.
(Cue "walking away" music from the Incredible Hulk.) *looking back over my shoulder*
Okay - yeah, I suck and am on the shit list. I really did want to do something for this. Going to go read all the other entries now. *sigh*
DCD, aren't these kinds of things your guilty reading secret?!
Not to drag this out any longer than I already have but I'm seriously agonizing about this decision and want to read them all a couple more times...
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