Call of the Wild

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Melissa Daniels prepared for the night's ritual as she had for many of the three nights of the full moon for the past ten months. She hiked deep into the forest near her isolated rural home to her "secret place". In the secluded clearing, she undressed and concealed her clothing and house key behind a large rock and then began her solitary wait.

Being a werewolf was a lonely life. Forming relationships was nearly impossible. She could never fully "give" herself to someone else in the open, honest way that love demanded. Inevitably, questions would arise. "Where were you last night?" "Why do you always disappear three times a month?" "Why are you so tired after?" "What are you hiding from me?" "Are you cheating on me?" "Who is he or she?" "Why are you lying to me?"

What could she say? "Sorry, lover, I'm a werewolf and I need to transform and hunt. If I was around you, I'd probably rip your throat out. Or I might fuck your brains out first, then change and kill you."

Melissa absentmindedly ran her fingertips through her small tuft of dark pubic hair, her nails brushing against her slit. At 30 years of age, she stood 5'4", had long dark brown hair that hung down just past her shoulders, and had a firm, tight body. One of the perks of lycanthropy was how toned it left your body. A sharp stab of desire reminded her yet again of how horny she was. The curse did this to her too. Around the full moon, her sex drive went through the roof. At first, she'd been... well, putting it frankly, a whore. She'd just gotten up on her feet again, nearly a month after the attack that left her with this condition, when she'd felt the insatiable urges. She'd masturbated feverishly that first month, watching online porn and pay-per-view movies every free minute she had. She was still mourning Brad, her boyfriend. He'd been killed that night they were camping in rural Georgia and she was lucky to escape with only a few bites and scratches. Now, her body had seemingly undergone a miraculous healing and the marks were almost all completely gone. But the emotional wounds ran deep and she'd fantasized about Brad again and again as she pleasured herself.

She hadn't thought much about the blackouts those first three nights. She'd written it off to the wine she'd been drinking and having climaxed more than she'd every dreamt possible. But the desires hadn't been sated and minutes later she was reaching for her Rabbit vibrator yet again. How many batteries had she gone through?

The second month, she'd gone to a bar. Just for a drink, she'd lied to herself. She selected a young construction worker like a piece of meat. They were driving to his place when the urges had become irresistible and she'd demanded he pull over and take her right there on the side of the road, against his truck. The last thing she remembered was how good he felt sliding into her. Then it was morning and she was nude, lying in the grass in her back yard. The local newspapers would report the young man missing a few days later, his truck found on the side of the road, bright red blood stains splattered against the side. In the meantime, Melissa spent the next two nights roaming the nearby forest, feeling a strange desire to commune with nature or something. Waking nude and muddy once again left her terrified. The blackouts were getting worse.

The third month she video taped herself and the truth was laid out as bright as the full moon that brought out her changes. She transformed into an enormous wolf-like beast with thick black fur, enormous fangs and clawed paws and a monstrous tail. Research into werewolves uncovered that she was infected with lycanthropy, triggered by the full moon. A mistake a month and a half later would reveal that strong sexual desire could also bring about the change.

Melissa had known she was bi-sexual since her teenage years, but had never dared pursue another woman. On a whim, she'd traveled to suburban Atlanta one weekend and gone to a lesbian bar. She'd met a beautiful young graduate student and they became romantically involved. Distance has been useful in concealing her condition the first month they were involved, but when the full moon was over a weekend during the next month, her new lover became suspicious. She surprised Melissa at home just before dusk as she made preparations for her imminent transformation. Unable to hold back her desires, she'd taken her lover in the grass in the back yard. It had been raw, passionate and beautiful... until the beast that dwelled within her made its presence known.

Melissa never remembered much, but it was too early. The moon wasn't up yet. But her desires were so strong that the animal within broke free. Her lover never stood a chance. From that point on, Melissa steered clear of romantic entanglements.

Several months later, Melissa had gotten into a manageable routine. She worked her job as a personal trainer by day at her small town's only gym. On the nights of the full moon, she hid herself away in the forest and preyed upon wild animals, mostly deer, rabbits and raccoons. Lately she'd started to remember bits and pieces of her nocturnal activities - running, hunting, stalking, feeding. It was satisfying, even pleasurable. She was growing more daring and had even killed and partially eaten a pair of cows last month.

By day, she was different. Her hair was longer, more unkempt and had a wild, mane-like quality to it. Her lips were plumper and perpetually bright red, even without lipstick. Her teeth gleamed a shiny white and her body was now incredibly toned and tight and she'd packed on several extra pounds of muscle. Her 32B chest was now a 36C. She could be downright intimidating when she wanted to be, although her diminutive height kept her from being able to actually unsettle men.

Women were another matter. Melissa found she now had a number of female admirers at the gym, women who seemed otherwise 100% heterosexual now seemed almost flirtatious and admiring, an unusual thing in this small, conservative town. One or two were even married.

Pushing the thought away, Melissa welcomed the transformation. It was slow and a mix of pleasure and pain, as always. The mental shifts were always the most difficult. Feeling her new wolfen mindset and desires felt like she was drowning in the ocean. When the beast finally consumed her, its desires and thinking were her own. It seemed perfectly natural to long to run and hunt and feed.

Her fanged maw salivated for the taste of something different. She made her way back to the farm where she'd killed the cows last month. She caught the scent of chickens, pigs and horses as well. She crept closer, sniffing, undecided as of yet about which she would take.

The loud shout had surprised her. The farmer had been alerted to her presence by a barking dog and now she had foolishly run into his barn, intending to run out the open door on the other side. However, the farmer's son had quickly slammed and bolted this door and the farmer did the same with the side she'd entered on. Trapped, she'd snarled hostilely and retreated to the structure's dark recesses to wait for an opportunity to escape.

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Abigail Jacobsen leaned against the counter, drinking her Diet Coke and doing her best to fend off the attentions of an aggressive male of the species. It was four and a half hours into a twelve hour shift and most of that had been spent in the office. She silently prayed for a call....any call....to come in and give her a reason to get out on the road. Since the budget cuts had come down from the county, they'd been told not to run the trucks unless there was an actual call or complaint. So she was spending a lot more time engaged in activities which made her wish she could be doing almost anything else.

"But why won't you go out with me, Abby? Is there something wrong with me?"

"No, Tom, you're a fine figure of a man, got all the right things in all the right places a man should have, I guess." she replied sarcastically, only rolling her eyes a little.

"Well, then I don't see why not; I mean it's not like you've been seeing someone. You ain't married and you ain't spoken for."

"I just don't have time in my life for that sort of thing right now. I'm busy, and you should be too. If your paperwork isn't filed by the end of shift, you'll have to answer to Bill, and you know how he gets. And don't expect me to keep spellin' all the big words for you either. Use the spell check." She hoped to steer the subject away from her dating habits, but Tom would have none of it.

"Aw, I got time for that. Anyway, you didn't answer my question. What's wrong with Saturday night. Now you can't be busy every night. Just tell me when and we'll make a date. For Chissakes, Abby, do I have to make an appointment?"

"It's not that simp...." she began. Just then, Doris Beakman's voice sounded from the front desk, mercifully interrupting the conversation to Abigail's relief. "We've got another call about that cattle mutilation last month. Who wants it?"

Abby pushed off the edge of the counter with her butt like she was rocket propelled, beating a hasty retreat towards the front desk before Tom could protest. "I'll take it, Doris. What've we got this time?"

Doris grinned knowingly as she held out the call ticket. "Kinda thought you would, hon. It's that farmer, Mr. Frederickson, the same guy whose cows got chewed up a month or so ago. He claims he's seen a wolf or something, says he's got it locked in his barn." Her voice reflected the sardonic disbelief in the credibility of Farmer Frederickson's eyewitness testimony, but Abigail was too grateful for any excuse to get out of the offices of the Catoosa County Animal Control department of the county extension agent's building. She didn't care if it was a wolf, a hamster, or a lion if it got her out of the vicinity of Tom Bakersfield.

"They all think they've seen a wolf. Doesn't anyone know the closest wolves are in North Carolina? And even they are red wolves; not the kind people would normally think of as a wolf." She accepted the keys to the truck with a grin and a wink, nodding towards the break room where Tom was milling around. "I don't know though, Doris. I have a feeling this could take a while, probably till the shift change at least."

Doris grinned as she took the empty can of soda from Abby and dropped it in the can behind the counter. "Maybe if you're lucky it will be a wolf. You'd probably be safer than here." Doris' smoker's voice delivered the comment with complete deadpan humor, but Abby smirked as she headed out the door to the truck. She performed a quick inspection, making sure that the necessary equipment was in the side tool box compartments before slipping behind the wheel and cranking the vehicle to life. Of course the same inspections were performed and the beginning and end of each shift as a matter of routine, but it was always good to know she'd have whatever she needed to handle whatever might come up.

As the truck engine warmed up, Abby filled out the first few lines on her call log on the clipboard. She put her time out at 10:35 PM before laying the clipboard on the seat beside her. Twenty minutes later she was pulling off the two lane paved county road onto a gravel lane that lead back to the Frederickson farm. She brought the truck to a stop near what she presumed was the barn in question. Already she could see an older man with a pump action shotgun, crossing the yard towards her as she got out of the truck. He'd already begun exclaiming the story excitedly even before she could hear what he was saying.

"Thet goldarn thing done killed two of my cows no mor'n a month ago, an' I'll be damned if'n it's gonna get anymore! I'll shoot that damned thing!"

Abby raised both hands in a calming, palms out gesture. "Now Sir, please. I'm here to take care of the situation. Please just take the gun back inside."

"You mean you're the only one they done sent? A woman? One damn woman? This thing's a wolf, I tell ya! And full growed at that! How the devil you gonna handle something like that? You'd best get on that radio and call for more help."

Abby was trained to be polite and respectful to the public, but sometimes it was difficult. Besides the older man, there were two or three kids all standing there watching what she was going to do. "Please Sir, I can handle this. I'm specially trained and equipped for exactly this kind of situation. But if I need any help I'll call for back-up. Now why don't you tell me where the animal is? And then you can get your children inside and let me do my job. We don't want any harm to come to the kids in case this animal has been exposed to rabies or something. It's very unusual for a coyote to attack cattle. They just aren't cut out to prey on something that big."

The farmer turned back to the two boys that were lurking nearby, and gestured with the shotgun towards the clapboard sided farm house. "Y'all git on back inside! Mind me now." The boys reluctantly went in the house, complaining that they wanted to watch. Frederickson turned back to Abigail. "I tol' you once it's a wolf. This ain't no coyote. I've shot them varmints before. This thing is as tall as your hip, and that ain't no lie! You'll see; it's right hyere in this here barn." He stalked, somewhat bow legged towards the double barn doors, now padlocked. After tucking the shotgun between his legs long enough to fumble with the key and unlock the door. Glancing back at Abby with a scowl, he asked, "You gonna wrestle it bare handed or what?"

Abby sighed. "You're positive it's still in there?" He nodded. "Alright then, I'll make you a deal. I'll get my tranq gun, and you put your shotgun away. Just let me go inside alone and dart the animal, and you man the door and make sure it doesn't get out. Is that a deal?"

"Well I think you're plum crazy, but if that's how you want to handle it.... Just promise me that when you see what you're up against that you'll call for back up, Missy. This ain't no job for one little slip of a gal like you."

Abby bit back the response she wanted to give, and instead nodded. "I'll get my gun, and if I can't handle it, I'll call for back up." She unlocked the side tool box compartment and took out the case for the air powered tranquilizer pistol, laying it on the hood of the truck and assembling the CO2 canister to the butt of the gun, which resembled nothing so much as a modified paintball gun. Selecting a syringe from the case, she extracted 20cc's of sedative from a small bottle. It ought to be enough for a 90-100 lb. canine, she thought. Not many coyote's went that big in the wild anyhow. She turned back to notice the farmer watching her every move, interested, but skeptical.

"This ought to do the trick. It'll put down anything we're likely to encounter in that barn. Trust me." she reassured him. "Now if you'll just open the door enough for me to get in, this will all be over in a few minutes." She reached into the cab of the pick up and grabbed her flashlight, switching it on. Returning to the barn door, she leaned close to the farmer. "Just in case it is a wolf, don't lock the door. I might wanna get back out in a hurry." She winked at him, and he 'harumphed' as he opened the door to let her inside. he shut it quickly behind her, and she was plunged into near total darkness except for the narrow beam of her flashlight. The barn would have been dark even in midday, but at 11:00 at night, it was pitch black.

She crept forward as silently as she could, though her heart was thumping inside her chest. All the talk about wolves had made her edgy. She had been one of the officers to respond to the mutilated cattle call about a month before. And she had to admit that it had them all stumped. It had taken a very large animal to do that to two otherwise healthy cows. And if that animal really was in this dark barn with her right now, she could be in trouble. She hesitated, sweeping her flashlight slowly in each stall as she paused. Maybe she should have asked for back-up. But then she'd never live it down if it turned out to be one coyote. Who knows for sure what an excited farmer may or may not have seen in the dark of night.

Suddenly from outside a raucous barking began, startling her into turning around suddenly with a gasp. The farmer's dogs, she thought with relief. She sighed and her shoulders slumped as the tension eased out of them.

She began to turn back to proceed with her search when she heard the slightest scratch of claws on the wood floor of the barn. Her eyes widened as she saw the fanged maw, snarling visage, and angry red-rimmed eyes that rushed towards her. She barely managed to get a shot off with the tranq gun, but never knew if it hit anything or not as it was knocked from her hand.

Her scream mingled with the growl that echoed through the night as her flashlight rolled across the barn floor, casting wild shadows on the wall of the stalls.

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The She-Wolf's ears perked up at the sound of human voices approaching the barn. She licked her fangs expectantly, her red-rimmed golden yellow eyes focusing on the door at the front of the barn. She sniffed the air, catching the familiar scents of the farmer and his family. And one additional female. Her mouth began to salivate. It had been several months since she had tasted human flesh and for some reason this one smelled particularly tasty. She had a fresh, yet earthy smell to her. She was female, no doubt, but one who was around males all the time. Males... and other animals. The She-Wolf growled softly, but then settled herself. There were no other animals aside from the farmer's canines and she could easily handle those if necessary.

She waited, crouching in the darkness, preparing to spring at the door as soon as it opened.

*CLICK*

The beast somehow knew this meant the door was about to open. But when it did, she didn't lunge. The scent of the new female hit her nose again and something held her back.

Hunger.

If wolves could smile, the beast would have done so. The human woman had stepped inside and the door had shut behind her. They were alone together, in the dark. In the beast's element. The woman flashed a beam of light around, searching. The She-Wolf again licked her fangs, smelling the fear and cold sweat on the woman. She watched as her intended prey moved forward, drawing closer to the She-Wolf and farther from the safety of the door and other humans.

A sudden bark from one of the dogs outside the barn startled the human and she whirled, turning her back to the She-Wolf. In that instant, the beast knew it was over. She could clearly see in the dark while the human now stood completely exposed and defenseless.

As she lunged, the human turned. A sharp, needle-like pain suddenly shot through the beast's front right leg. Ignoring it, the She-Wolf landed upon the woman, knocking her to the ground. The beast's sharp claws slashed and raked at the woman's flesh. The beam of light hit the floor and spun away from their struggling shapes. With a vicious snarl, the She-Wolf lunged and bit deeply into the woman's left inner thigh.

Warm blood gushed into the beast's great maw and over her snout and fur. The taste was amazing, better than anything the beast (or her human half) had ever tasted! The human screamed, her cries of terror like music in the ears of the monster that was Melissa Daniels. She paused for an instant, her tongue lapping at the freely flowing blood. The scent of the female's sex hit her nose as well. She had bitten so high up on the leg and had torn the woman's uniform and now the beast's nose was practically against the human's now blood soaked panties.

With a growl, the beast swiped its claws, ripping away more of the human's clothing, including her underwear. Opening her maw, the She-Wolf prepared to bite again, this time into the woman's exposed vagina. Her mouth salivated at the prospect of the human's sex mixed with blood.

Suddenly, a feeling of weakness washed over the beast. She hesitated, unsure of what was happening, her monstrous legs buckling, her powerful frame sinking slightly. Her great strength drained away all at once and she felt ready to collapse. She stumbled back, confused, angry, hungry for more of her prey. Her animalistic mind couldn't comprehend that the dart now imbedded in her leg was the cause of this.

Abby's cries had caused the farmer to fling open the barn door, shotgun in hand, pointing blindly into the darkness. The beast reared up and the primal instinct of flight kicked in. It bounded forward, charging past the farmer, into the yard and toward the forest. The farmer gave a yell behind her, followed by a blast of the gun. The shot went wild, never having a chance of striking the fleeing She-Wolf.

Seconds later, the beast was stumbling through the forest, struggling to keep moving. She growled angrily, pushing herself onward. She was tired, hungry and angry. She unleashed a powerful howl of rage into the night air, causing every animal within earshot to flee in panic.

Fifteen minutes later, the beast stumbled to the edge of a small creek. She was far enough away from the farm and deep enough in the forest that anything pursuing her would never catch her now. She paused and lowered her bloody muzzle to the water to drink. The water was cool and crisp. Her eyes rolled back and she collapsed into unconsciousness.

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Melissa moaned softly as she stirred, her eyes fluttering then squinting at the early morning sunlight streaming through the canopy of trees above her. She was lying on her stomach, one hand in a cold creek, her face mere inches from the water's edge. Her entire body felt stiff and sore, even more so than usual on the mornings after the transformation. Her eyes caught sight of a small orange dart sticking out of her arm. She pulled it out with a soft cry and struggled to get her nude body into a sitting position.

She was cold, dirty, sore... and there was dried blood on the hand and arm that hadn't been in the water. She almost chuckled to herself. The guilt she'd felt about killing, even animals, in the early days was fading. She almost wished she could know what her wolfen side had attacked last night. Her stomach groaned loudly. Apparently not very much!

Staring at the dried blood, Melissa slowly, gingerly raised her hand to her face. She daintily licked at the blood at first, but the taste was so refreshing, so good that she began eagerly lapping and cleaning her arm of every speck she could find. Oh God, she wanted more of this! She needed it! What was this? What had she bitten?

The thought stirred a distant, hollow flash of a memory. She had bitten something... someone. She ran her hand across her face. There was more blood! Cupping water from the steam, Melissa splashed it on her face and eagerly drank it down. She was behaving like a savage , like a wild animal, but a large part of her didn't care. This thing she had become was starting to dominate her life and she had little choice but to give into her new nature and dark desires.

Melissa closed her eyes and concentrated. It had been a human. Yes, of that much she was certain. But where and how? And what had happened? Had she killed the person? God, she hoped so. Not that she wished another person dead, but if legends were true and the bite of the werewolf that had attacked her and killed her boyfriend had caused her to contract this terrible disease, she hoped she hadn't just condemned another person to this life. To this damnation.

With a grunt she slowly pulled herself to her feet. Looking around, she quickly concluded she wasn't far from her home. Maybe a mile? It would be slow going in bare feet and with her muscles aching. She stretched a little, knowing she didn't have to worry about another change until next month. As she reached down to touch her toes, her eyes drifted to the dart. The words "Property of Dept of Animal Control" were printed in small letters on the capsule.

Melissa smiled ruefully. I guess you got a little more than you expected, Officer.

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The rest of the week had gone quickly. Melissa was working out hard, pushing her body and those of her new clients to their limits. The safest time to fuck seemed to be right after the full moon and Melissa was taking full advantage of this. She had gone home with a male client on Tuesday, a female client on Wednesday, a married couple on Thursday and had taken a female client on Friday morning in a shower of the empty women's locker room. The more sweat she gave off, the more it seemed to attract both men and women to her. So, for that first week after the change, Melissa allowed herself to indulge. She knew others were talking about her. Her reputation as a whore was quietly spreading around the gym, but her boss didn't care as she was now the most popular trainer in the entire gym.

Fuck them, she thought to herself. I can fuck whomever I want, whenever I want, how ever I want.

It was Friday afternoon now and things were unusually slow. Melissa had just finished up with a perky young twenty-something named Caren who seemed to hang on her every word. It was her pheromones, no doubt. She debated whether to take Caren into the showers and hold her cute perky little face in her pussy until she made Melissa cum, but her eyes drifted to a new face wandering around the floor. Hmm, maybe there was time for a quicky and then she could introduce herself to this new woman.

Abby's entire awareness narrowed to flashing impressions of the attack. Fur, fangs, and fury became her whole world. Despite her body's desperate struggle to fight off the beast, her mind entered an odd state of clinical detachment, analyzing the situation and providing a running commentary.

'This is too big and heavy a creature to be a coyote. Maybe too big to be a wolf too.'

She struggled to get the one shot off as she was knocked to the ground, but then the creature swatted the tranq gun out of her hands.
'Wait a minute! Wolves don't swat with their paws. This must be a bear!'

As her attack continued, lasting only seconds, but seeming an eternity as time slowed to sear the details into her consciousness, her mind continued the detached debate. On some level she knew it was because she was going into shock, but all she could do was try to fend off the creature's enormous strength.

'Bear.'

'Wolf.'

'No, bear.'

Then in sublime ridiculousness, her mind supplied the counterpoint of it's own argument in the exaggerated accent of her co-workers.

'Beah!'

'Wolf!'

'Beah-wolf!'

'Beowulf!'

'Fuck, that's it! I'm fighting off Grendel here!'

Despite the seeming detached calm of her mind's argument with itself, her body fought desperately to save her life. The beast bit into her thigh. She could feel the fangs sinking in, feel the hot splash of sticky blood she knew was hers, and wondered if it pierced her femoral artery. From the way it was spurting, she thought it must have. Her fingers fisted in the beast's fur, feebly trying to pull it's head away from her tender flesh as she screamed in pain.

In the next moment, a new shock was visited on her suffering body. The beast pulled back, sniffing at her crotch in long deep huffs as it licked at her blood. Then in a sudden violent movement, it clawed away the crotch of her uniform, taking her panties too, leaving only shreds of cloth to protect her modesty. Her fear instinct took over and she peed herself, unknowingly giving a signal of submissive surrender to the wolf. She caught sight of the look in the beasts eyes as it met hers for an instant, and she knew! She knew it was going to bite her....again.....'down there'. She whimpered piteously, knowing she was helpless to stop it from happening. Her detached mind mourned the loss of her future sex life, ignoring the fact that she probably wouldn't survive the bleeding artery in her leg.

'Who will want to eat that pussy now, after this thing gets done with it?'

'Well, it's not like I was getting much action before. Not many girlfriends to go down in a small town.'

'No going down in a small town!' her mind chanted in a sing-song rhythm. 'No going dooowwwn-toowwn in a small town!' it seemed to mock her.

Abby's arms flailed out, one trying to wield off the attack, one grasping around blindly for the gun. The beast seemed to hesitate, and she thought she saw the bulky figure sway in the darkness, but it could be a trick of the light cast from the rolling flashlight. Fingers that were rapidly going numb from her loss of blood found and closed upon the gun. Muscle memory guided her grip, and her finger found the trigger. She was fading fast, her strength ebbing and her sight dimming, but she thought she managed to bring the barrel to bear.

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James Frederickson never heard a scream quite like that before, and he cursed out his fear for the woman in his barn. "Goldarnit! They ought not to ever have sent a feee-male to do a man's job!" he muttered as he opened the barn door, leveling his shotgun and peering into the darkness. His eyes barely had time to adjust to the dim light within, and all he could make out was something big and furry bent over some pathetically small figure barely outlined in the beam of the flashlight. He started to aim, but the beast was already moving too fast, and pushed him aside like he was nothing as it burst out the door. He scrambled to follow, raising the gun to his shoulder to fire one barrel, but the pellets went scattering harmlessly off into the night.

He damn sure wasn't going into the dark woods after that thing now, cows or no cows, he thought. He hurried back into the barn, following the whimpering moans in the dark to the crumpled body, curled partly into a fetal position. Her legs and crotch were a mess of blood and ripped flesh, what he could see of it. "Jeeeezus Kee-rist!" he moaned before kneeling at her side and stripping off his shirt. He spun it between his hands, wrapping it up into a padded tourniquet, then tied it tightly around the wound in her thigh, wincing in sympathy as she cried out. Attracted to a curious 'clicking' sound to his left, he glanced over to see her hand closed around the grip of the tranq gun, her finger repeatedly pulling the trigger spastically, even though the one shot had already fired long ago.

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Abby's vision swam as she lay there, but the pale concerned face of farmer Frederickson hovered over her. She was conscious enough to know it was bad when she saw the look of horror on his expression as he tenderly opened her legs to assess the damage. She cried out in pain, and passed out.

Briefly she came to only to find herself alone in the darkness, something tight around her hurt leg. Distantly she heard, "Get the damned am-boo-lance out hyeere quick, b'Gawd! That monster done tore out her lady parts and she's a bleedin' all over my barn floor!"

Abby's snarky detached mental peanut gallery supplied one more thought before she faded from awareness.

'That is decidedly NOT proper radio procedure!'

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Bright light. It pierced her eyelids, stabbing into her brain. She squinted and hissed through clenched teeth as she swam through the levels of consciousness to surface and gasp, nearly sitting up in the hospital bed. The tug of tubes and wire leads attached to her body were the only limiting tethers keeping her in the bed, and as she always used to do, when she became aware of them, she checked her movement. She'd always had a fear of needles, and the thought of tearing one of those tubes out of her skin horrified her.

The steady beep of monitors signaled the rise in her heart rate and breathing that came with the disorientation of waking up in a strange place. As she became aware of her surroundings, she realized she wasn't alone in the pastel colored room. A presence she couldn't see, just behind the surrounding curtain that enclosed her bed, began to step closer. A female, she knew, even before seeing or hearing the doctor who came around the edge of the curtain, smiling a strange quizzical half smile.

Abby's eyes locked on the figure of the woman, normally nothing especially remarkable, but she was unable to tear her gaze away. She watched and appreciated every subtle movement of those hips, the miniscule jiggle of those breasts - mostly hidden under the lab coat - and the sway of that blonde hair framing her face. Abby took it all in with a clarity she never realized she had before. The doctor wasn't exceptionally attractive. Abby appraised her frankly. The make up wasn't just the right shade for her eyes, and the hairstyle was last year's, the hips were perhaps just a little too narrow, and the breasts could be perkier. But she was just perfect, and Abby suddenly realized how much she wanted her.

That too cheery voice that they all used sounded way too loud in the room to Abby's ears. "Well, hello there! How are we feeling today?" Without waiting for an answer, the doctor leaned over, resting a hand on her forehead and using her thumb to lift each eyelid in turn, checking her pupils. Abby looked into the hazel eyes of the doctor, marking how pretty they seemed to her, and then her gaze darted down the revealing gape of the neckline of her blouse. Twin swells greeted her view, and she had the strangest urge to bury her face between them and bite that tender flesh.

'What the hell is wrong with me?' she thought. Hoping to distract herself from her wild thoughts, she answered the doctor's query without thinking. "Horny." As the doctor's quizzical eyebrow lifted in surprise, a slight smile playing at the corners of her luscious red lips, Abby blushed a deep crimson. "I-I mean, 'hungry'! I'm hungry!"

The doctor smirked knowingly. "Well, that's probably to be expected. You haven't had anything in four days, after all."

"It's been longer than that." Abby murmured under her breath, very conscious of the lingering scent of the woman doctor, heady and arousing. It wasn't even her perfume. It was her; female scent, her bath wash, her shampoo, and under that, her feminine scent. Abby didn't know how she could be aware of that. The doctor must have strong pheromones or something, she thought. Maybe she's ovulating, or about to start her period.

"Well can I have something then?" Abby asked, aware in her own mind of the double meaning that her base desires gave the words.

"Well, let's see. You've been unconscious since they brought you in here. You lost a lot of blood. And you just woke up. So what do you think? Do you really feel up to it?"

Her voice an urgent protestation, Abby replied, hopeful to convince the doctor and win her approval, "I feel fine, really!"

"Hmmm, alright then, let's have a look at your wound, and see how you're coming along. Then we'll see." Without waiting for further discussion, the doctor lowered the blanket, exposing Abby's gown-clad body down to her knees. She was clinical, but almost tender in the way she lifted Abby's hospital gown, leaving little of her modesty intact. The doctor seemed not to notice, but to Abby, this was far too intimate of a situation for comfort. She would not be able to conceal her growing arousal much longer. She tried to think of something else, hoping the doctor wouldn't notice any sign of the wetness she felt between her thighs.

A low whistle of appreciation came from the doctor's lips as she finally removed the bandages. Abby's eyes snapped back to her, unbelieving that this doctor would give her a whistle while looking at her crotch! Her mouth gaped open a little, about to make a remark, when the doctor continued in amazement. "I don't believe this! You heal faster than anyone I have ever seen, Ms. Jacobsen! I saw you when they first brought you in, and the initial reports of your injuries were that your....well, to be frank, your vagina and groin area....were mauled by some sort of animal attack, to the point of being nearly gone. Some of the paramedics claimed that you had been devoured. But your wounds are almost completely healed! Look, see for yourself."

As she spoke, Abby flushed. They were talking about her pussy being eaten by an animal, after all. Not exactly the way she'd always hoped it would be 'eaten'; not at all! At the doctor's invitation, she looked at herself closely, half afraid of what she'd see. She had been shaved completely bare, and at first, the sight shocked her so much that she wasn't sure what to think. But she couldn't help thinking that she rather liked the look. Other than the change in appearance, she noted that several red lines of scar tissue crisscrossed her upper thigh and across her vulva. But there was no indication of gaping cuts or bites as she thought there might have been. The attack must not have been as serious as she'd first thought, she decided. She had to be grateful for that.

The puffy lips of her pussy were marked by the same reddish pink lines, parallel faint scars marking the claws of the beast that had ravaged her. The animal expert in her compared the spacing and width of the markings to that of a bear, but it didn't match. It was definitely canine, she thought. As impossible as it was to be that big and strong, it had to have been a wolf.

It suddenly hit her that the doctor was leaning in close again, watching her face for the reaction to what she saw. Abby didn't know what the doctor expected to see, but she blushed with the sudden awareness that the doctor was watching her look at her own cunt admiringly. And more than that, it was right there for her to see as well. Abby's eyes locked on those hazel orbs of the doctor, falling into their depths. When the hot flush of arousal could at last be tamped down, she quietly spoke, her bottom lip trembling with desire, "So how about it, Doc. Can I h-have....something?"

The doctor straightened abruptly, suddenly unsure about the predatory look in those eyes that looked at her. She wasn't at all sure that they were talking about just food now. Nervously she nodded, avoiding looking at those eyes again. "I guess as long as you're feeling up to it, there is no medical reason to withhold it from you. I'll pass word along to the nurse." She backed up to the foot of the bed, reaching for the clipboard to make a note on the chart. Abby noticed the doctor's hand trembling as she wrote. For Abby, a strange feeling of elation surged through her. Like she'd won at some contest she didn't know she'd been engaged in. She watched every move the doctor made as she moved about the room. She could smell something too; some strange and enticing new spicy scent. It reminded her of the smell that the dogs gave off when she captured them and put them in her transport vehicle. It was fear. But it had never smelled this good before.

"Oh and I'll, uh, tell the nurse to replace your dressing for that wound too....that is, when I go to the nurses station down the hall. And I'll, uh....I'll see you soon, Ms. Jacobsen. When I make the next rounds. It's good to see you up and feeling better." It seemed like she finished speaking all in a hurry, suddenly eager to leave the room, Abby thought. And in the next moment she was alone, staring at the closed door the doctor had retreated through, wondering what had just happened.

It was several moments later that Abby gasped as her body stiffened and she came. She hadn't even realized she'd been touching her pussy.

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The cool blast of air conditioning felt good on her skin as Abby entered the Gold Star Health and Fitness club. She was here to meet and make an appointment with the personal trainer that had been recommended to her by the physical therapy counselor she'd met with just prior to her discharge. Abby wasn't sure she needed rehab; she felt fine. But they insisted on it as a condition of her release, and she had to be signed off by a certified trainer before being allowed to return to work according to county regulations. So she'd come here this Friday afternoon, thinking she could talk the trainer into signing her paperwork without the need for any real sessions if she could convince them that her leg was healing fine.

Abby approached the desk hesitantly, noticing the too pretty Olivia Newton John look-alike who sat behind the counter. "May I help you?"

"Abby fished in her purse for the crumpled form that they had given her at the hospital, smiling a slightly flustered smile. She'd never been the most organized person. "Yes, I hope so. I'm supposed to meet one of your trainers here. Her name is Melissa?" Abby's voice rose on the last syllable, making it a question even though it wasn't. She hated how her nervousness made her do things like that.

'Olivia' - eighties style headband and all - smiled her Pepsodent smile and nodded. "She's here. I think she's with a client, but I can page her for you." Abby smiled politely and nodded. 'Too perky.' she thought silently as 'Olivia' sent her cutesy-pie voice over the loud speaker, beckoning Melissa to come to the front desk. Abby turned away, wandering to the entrance to the main workout area. It was before the after work crowd that would be showing up soon. At this hour, there weren't many people in the club, just a few die-hards who already looked too bulky to be attractive, even if she had been into guys. Her eyes roamed over the expensive looking machines. The maze of cables and pulley systems, mirrors, and chrome fixtures bewildered and intimidated her more than a little. She was out of her element here, and it must have showed.

"You can go on in and look around if you want. I'll tell her you're looking for her." 'Olivia' chirped in her sing-song voice. Abby nodded and drifted further into the gym to get a better look. She paused to watch a mid-fortyish man watching his chest muscles flex as he pulled down on some handgrips attached to cables that lifted a stack of weights behind him. He seemed so obsessed with his own physique, oblivious to anything else around him. She couldn't help the smirk that came to her lips. It seemed men were always staring at a chest, one way or another, she mused.

She reached out to casually touch the side rail of a treadmill stair-stepper machine when a tap on her shoulder made her jump and turn quickly, startled. She suppressed the urge to curl her lip in a snarl at the pretty blonde who had come up behind her, and wasn't sure where the urge came from. The tight leotard and leggings hinted at some sort of Aerobics or Pilates instructor, Abby guessed. But she couldn't help noticing the damn nice figure that whatever sort of workout it was gave the younger woman.

"You're the one looking for Melissa? I think I saw her headed back to the locker room. Just go through those doors right there, and turn left for the Ladies." Abby mouthed a silent 'thank you' to the attractive woman, trying to dazzle her with her best smile. It must have had some effect, judging from the return smile and the sparkle in those eyes, Abby surmised. Maybe some workout sessions here might not be a bad idea after all, she thought as she followed the directions through the doors at the back of the gym.

She found herself in a labyrinth of tile covered walls, turning this way and that, winding back around on themselves to provide privacy for the locker room occupants without the use of actual doors. She followed the sign to the left indicating the ladies locker room and showers were in that direction. Her path opened onto a large room with rows of lockers creating several short corridors. Abby tentatively walked along the end aisle, looking down each row for the woman she'd come to meet, wondering why building designers thought people wanted the sense of daring that came with the thought that anyone could walk right in while they were undressed or showering.

Her musings were interrupted a moment later when she thought she heard a sound from the back of the room. Abby rounded the last row of lockers to an open shower area, moist with heated steam. The sight that greeted her made her stop dead in her tracks.

There, leaning against the tiled walls, steamy water spraying over her, was the most drop dead luscious sexy woman Abby had ever seen. And kneeling in front of her, her back towards Abby, was a young brunette, naked to her waist, her face buried between the other woman's thighs. It wasn't just the sight that stopped Abby cold. It was the veritable wall of arousing pheromones. Her nose twitched, testing the hot steamy air, even as her eyes widened, taking in the sight.

A lascivious moan echoed from the shower walls. Abby's mouth gaped as she backed slowly against the wall of lockers behind her. She couldn't tear her eyes away from the smoldering sultry gaze of the woman in the shower. They pinned her to the wall of lockers at her back. Abby felt like those eyes could look right inside her soul, see her innermost desires and secrets. Strangely, she felt like a rabbit under the watchful eyes of a wolf. She gave a shudder, a soft moan of her own slipping from her lips.

Abby's consciousness recorded the vision before her, searing it into her memory. The woman's toned body leaned slightly against the shower wall, her hips and vulva thrust forward lewdly. She had her fingers fisted in the hair of the young woman on her knees, holding her tightly to her pussy, grinding against her mouth and tongue. Abby's heart raced as her eyes riveted on a droplet of water that slowly slid down the perfect swollen breast, circumventing the nipple before sliding down the gorgeous undercurve below. Her breath caught in her throat as she watched, enrapt, slipping her hand down the front of her skirt and inside her panties. Those wanton moans and guttural grunts bespoke of the sweet pleasure the woman must be feeling; a pleasure Abby envied with all her being.

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Melissa grunted loudly as she held Caren's face firmly against her vagina. Her entire body trembled and shook as she ground her pussy into her client's face. She couldn't help herself. She was completely lost in the Need now.

God, she loved this. At first, the overwhelming sexual desires had been frightening. Losing control of her mind and body three nights a month was scary enough, but knowing that her wolfen side could manifest its base carnal desires and influence Melissa's own whenever she became aroused meant even intimacy was no longer truly hers. But at the same time, she'd found she was more outgoing, more daring, more aggressive and more open to exploring new forms of sex and erotica and she had grown to welcome it. Threesomes that had once been taboo to Melissa were now mundane. Sex in public was thrilling and exciting whereas the old Melissa would have been horrified and scared to death of the thought. Through the Internet, she had even found an underground club in Atlanta and one night had sex with 5 different partners, 3 men and 2 women, in a single night. She'd fantasized about being in porn and being the star of a gangbang. Rough sex had become a turn on. Worse yet, she had caught herself daydreaming in the gym one day about raping an attractive, fit married man who ignored her flirtations.

And I'd make his weak little peroxide wife watch too.

Melissa snapped back to the here and now. Her nails dug into Caren's skull, spurring her plaything to continue with her vigorous pleasuring of Melissa's cunt. Her nails had extended slightly into sharp claw-like talons. She knew that outward signs of her lycanthropy tended to manifest themselves during times of great duress. Stress, fear, anger, and arousal could bring about subtle physical changes. Once she had angrily growled at a woman at the DMV. When she caught sight of herself in a reflection in the glass door on the way out, she had to stifle a chuckle, thinking her yellow eyes and pointed teeth reminded her of a scene with Michael J. Fox in "Teen Wolf".

"Oh, fuck, yesssss," she hissed as Caren pressed a second finger into her vagina now. "Do it," she urged her. "Eat my pussy, you little bitch!"

As she inhaled, she caught a foreign scent. There was another watching them! Slowly, Melissa raised her head, her heavily lidded eyes making contact with the newcomer that she had noticed at the front desk from afar. Her mouth slowly opened and she let out a long, low, sexy moan. "Oooooooooohhhhhhh!"

It didn't matter that this newcomer was standing there staring. In fact, being watched was turning Melissa on even more. One corner of her mouth flashed a brief, flickering smile as she closed her eyes and held Caren firmly. "Ohhh, yesssss..."

Sweat and water was pouring down her body now. Her free hand reached up and massaged her left nipple, giving it a slight pinch. Her eyes opened, again making contact with the stranger. This time, she stared a firm, hungry look. She slowly licked her lips, making great show of it and holding her mouth open in a wanton way. Her head tilted forward, casting a shadow over her eyes and giving them a lustful, feral look.

Melissa inhaled again, taking in the newcomer's scent. She smelled delicious... and she was aroused. Mmm, this one could be fun, she thought to herself.

Her breathing growing heavier, Melissa could feel her orgasm rapidly approaching. Her entire body tingled and her toes curled. She could feel her incisors extending slightly and she closed her mouth to avoid letting the stranger think she was some kind of vampire role playing freak.

The stranger was touching herself now. Oh, this definitely warranted something special now. Melissa, you just found your next new customer.

As she came, Melissa gave a long, low groan that trailed into a "wooo"-like howl at the end. Her entire body was numb now and she had to lean against the wall to keep standing. Panting and trembling, sweat dripping from every pore, Melissa slowly opened her eyes. The stranger was gone now. *Sniff* But not far.

"Melissa? Melissa? Hey, are you still with me?" Caren whispered up to her, staring up at her like a loving, obedient little puppy.

"Oh yes, my sweet pet. You did so well." Melissa leaned down and kissed Caren's forehead and lips lightly, like a mother to a well behaved child. "Now why don't you put your top back on and go finish up with 20 minutes on the stairmaster?" Melissa swatted Caren on the butt as she shooed her client away.

Nice little pet, that one. She'll do anything for me.

Melissa laughed to herself and she grabbed a towel and began to wipe herself off. She gave her hair a quick tussle with it, threw it over her shoulder and slowly strutted back to the dressing room part of the locker room.

As she walked, sweat, water and other juices continued to trickle down her body. She felt good. Very good. Her body was fit, firm and toned and she'd never felt stronger or more aware and in touch with her body in her life. Her senses were so alert that she could practically feel every carpet fiber under her feet, smell the expensive perfume in the gym bag in the locker in the far corner, and hear the desk attendant snapping her chewing gum. And she knew exactly where the stranger was...

"Mmm, nothing like a good workout to do the body good," she purred just after coming around the corner and stopped right in front of the woman seated on one of the benches. Melissa stood, motionless, staring down at the newcomer, her lips pressed lightly together, her perfectly shaven pussy mere inches from the stranger's face, glistening with a blend of fluids.

Melissa lifted a leg to the bench and began to wipe herself down with the towel, brazenly close to the newcomer and in her personal space.

"You must be new. I'm Melissa."

Abby stared as if bespelled, unable to look away. It was happening again. That feeling of lust was welling up inside her uncontrollably, like it did in the hospital. But damnit, she had to control it! But as long as those eyes held her gaze, she was transfixed, unable to look away, unable to stop touching and stroking herself, unable to break the spell this woman had over her.

By now she had bent her legs slightly, lewdly pushing her hips and vulva outward, her back sliding down the lockers behind her until she was partially squatting. The position gave her hand easier access to her pussy, her middle finger dipping relentlessly into the wellspring of her thick girl-honey. God! It had been so long! When was the last time anyone else had touched her where she now touched herself. Abby couldn't even remember when. It was hard to think about things like that anyway, with the haze of lust coloring her vision like a red haze of rage in front of a bull's eyes.

As she watched and played panty hockey with her clit-puck, Abby's mind returned her to the incident in the hospital that had left her so shamed and embarrassed, and had prompted the almost immediate discharge release that had shortened her stay.

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Abby awoke from the nap with complete awareness. She'd been doing that more and more lately, and it was a little freaky. In fact, since waking up after the attack, every time had been like that. One minute she was sleeping, the next she was awake and alert. She didn't even need an alarm.

In this case, the reason she had awoken so abruptly was the nurse who was just pausing in front of her door to read the white board that listed the instructions for her care. Abby had known she was coming down the hall even as she was sleeping. Now she could sense her there: hear her breathing (and if she tried really hard, possibly her heartbeat, she thought), smell her faint scent of perfume, perspiration, foot powder, and the crisp starched uniform she wore, even before she opened the door. She already knew it would be Nurse Alexis. Abby liked Nurse Alexis.

And what was not to like? Alexis was a statuesque redhead with all the right curves in all the right places, and beautiful natural breasts with such creamy complexion. Abby would have offered her theoretical first born child to have just a taste or a nuzzle, or if heaven would be so gracious as to allow it, a suckle! Abby imagined that the woman could make a gay dead guy sit up and take notice, and she lamented that all that beautiful female-ness was most likely out of her reach. Nurse Alexis didn't swing 'that' way.

Still, Abby thought as her eyes locked on the seductively sashaying hips of her fantasy-come-true as Alexis walked into the room, a girl can't help trying. And Abby wanted to try, so very much!

"How are we feeling today?" Alexis' chipper voice asked as she beamed a high wattage smile in Abby's direction that made her wet between her thighs. What she thought was, 'I bet you feel divine!' But what she said was, "My leg is better, but I feel a little warm." It was a calculated risk. Any other nurse might have just popped a thermometer in her mouth and never given it a second thought. But Nurse Alexis was the sort who would lean over and put a motherly hand on Abby's forehead. At least that is what she was hoping for.

And sure enough, those luscious mounds were hovering only inches from her face a moment later. Abby could see right down the open neckline of that crisp uniform dress, and those twin swells were right there! So close she could smell their perfect female scent, feel the warmth that wafted up from that tantalizing opening washing over her face. Her lust blossomed within her, overwhelming her in an instant. Nurse Alexis, her dream fantasy, was so close! So available! So ready and waiting for her, like a buffet!

Abby's first clue that something was amiss was the horrified shriek from her beautiful new lover. The next was when she realized that those tantalizing globes were nestling her mouth and her hungry sucking, nibbling, kissing lips in the sweetest fleshy crevice she'd ever wanted to get lost in. Her hands were fisted around the torn (shredded) neckline of the dress, held wide open to the sides of Nurse Alexis' breasts as those hands pushed the mounds up and together around Abby's mouth and nose. The vestiges of a lacy pink bra's cups hung in tatters from the now open neckline of the ruined uniform dress. The neckline of the dress itself was ripped open, buttons scattered everywhere, nearly to Nurse Alexis' curvy waist.

And Nurse Alexis herself was struggling to get away from the sex crazed madwoman who had grabbed her with a bestial growl. But her struggles were like those of a newborn baby for all their effectiveness at dislodging those hands and mouth from her breasts. And those struggles only aroused Abby to further ravaging of the red haired beauty she now pulled across her bed as easily as if the nurse was a little girl being pulled into a lap of a favored aunt. Abby bent over the struggling form of the woman, licking and kissing her neck, biting in her excitement, but not enough to break the skin, yet enough to leave a mark.

Alexis managed to free a hand long enough to slap Abby's face, and then tried to pull Abby's head back away from her own throat by fisting her fingers in Abby's hair. Whether it was the slap, or the hair pulling, or the sound of clacking heels hurrying down the hall towards her room, Abby still didn't remember, but whatever it was, it seemed to penetrate the haze of lust that had overcome her as if someone turned on a light in a dark room. She let go of her unwilling victim suddenly, as if Nurse Alexis was hot (which she was!), and blushed nearly crimson in shame.

Abby stammered out a hasty apology, shocked and horrified at what she had done. A cold blossom of horror bloomed in her gut. She had done this horrible thing, and word would get around. People would know she was a lesbian. And worse, they would consider her a rapist! They would call the cops and take her off to jail in cuffs. Her picture would be taken, and plastered all over Facebook and everyone in town would know she's a lesbian masher!

Nurse Alexis moved quickly away in tears, gathering her ripped dress around her as best she could to protect her modesty. She darted from the room with one last horrified backward glance over her shoulder just as the other nurses from the station down the hall opened the door to enter. Those beautiful green eyes conveyed a scornful look of betrayal that seared Abby to her soul. The other nurses looked back and forth between the two women, confused and shocked looks on their faces, but something in Abby's look kept them from coming in the room. Two of them followed after Alexis. The other one slowly closed the door after a moment. Abby saw her face peeking through the glass insert in the door as the nurse gave a shudder and finally hurried away, leaving Abby alone in her shameful misery.

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Now that shameful memory had her in it's grip again, making her feel tawdry and slutty for what she was doing. This was a private moment between these two women, and she was watching them and masturbating as if she was watching porn. Yet it was only when the outrageously sexy woman leaning against the shower wall broke that eye contact, her head leaning back as her eyes closed languorously in the bliss of her orgasm, that Abby was able to tear herself away.

She shivered despite the moist heat from the showers as the triumphant moan-turned-howl echoed off the tile walls. It sent a strange thrill down her spine and for an impossible moment she wanted to answer it in kind. Instead, she ducked around the corner of the locker rows and hurried a few aisles away to wait on a wooden changing bench. Her heart was pounding and her breathing was nearly a panting as she sat on the hard bench. What was wrong with her, Abby wondered. Tearing herself away from that scene was about the hardest thing she had ever done, she thought. And yet it was obviously a private moment, not intended for her eyes, despite being in a rather public place.

She glanced up at a stirring in the humid air, just in time to catch the cute little brunette, still topless but putting her short back on as she walked. Her eyes met Abby's only briefly, and she blushed so prettily, that Abby was tempted to get up and follow her, paperwork or no paperwork. Her fertile mind conjured up the fantasy of that lovely brunette on her knees in front of Abby, her little tongue buried in Abby's pussy. She let herself get lost in the vision for a minute. Suddenly there was a presence behind her.

Abby spun on the bench, coming face to crotch with the goddess from the shower. Her eyes locked to the beautiful bare shaved labia, swollen and red with her recent sexual activity. It was right there! And she knew that this woman was not averse to encounters with other females. Would she reject Abby if an overture was made? It would be so easy to lean forward slightly....extend her tongue....taste that delicious residual orgasmic secretion....

Abby flashed on the nurse's breasts again, and snapped back to the present moment. She found herself leaning forward towards that beautiful sexy cunt that she wanted so much! And she jerked back with a start, blushing furiously. "I-I'm so sorry! I didn't mean.... Uhm...yeah, I am new. Hi, I'm Abby. And I guess you're the Melissa I'm looking for, unless there is another one back there in the shower." She had blurted it out before she realized how it would sound, and Abby could have crawled under the lockers to hide when she realized how awkward and stupid she sounded. Trying to pretend she wasn't face to cunt with this gorgeous woman, she extended her hand for Melissa to shake. Abby's cheeks smarted with the burn of her blush. Suddenly the steamy locker room was way too hot.

"I'm supposed to get you to sign off before I can go back to work. I have a form prescribing physical rehab for my leg, but really it's fine. I feel great! I probably don't really need any exercises if you want to just sign for me." She hated how nervous and fast her voice sounded when she was excited like this, like she was some breathy little teenager talking to her first crush. And the way Melissa looked at her like she was a goof, and Melissa knew exactly how to make her feel insecure and awkward. To cover her embarrassment, and to distract herself from that sexy pussy only inches from her lips, Abby turned to dig around in her purse for the form.

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Melissa's heart was beating faster, a feeling of power washing over her as Abby nervously fumbled around with her purse and tripped over her words. She felt like a cat, toying with its prey. Or perhaps a wolf.

She inhaled deeply, taking in Abby's scent again. Mmm, this one smelled good. There was something different though, something lying under the surface. An earthy smell, familiar, yet deeply buried and perhaps undiscovered. Melissa shook her head and blinked. The description she had formed in her mind didn't make sense, but her wolfen side had a tendency to do that, often leaving her only with odd feelings and memories that felt like echoes or forgotten dreams sometimes. She still had little recollection of her full moon activities, only fleeting images and post-nocturnal physical evidence.

This one would be easy to take. She wanted Melissa. That much was clear from her nervous fumbling, her flushed cheeks, and the scent of her moist sex. She might even be Melissa's most interesting conquest yet. She was clearly repressed, trying to conceal her attraction and sapphic desires. She didn't seem very comfortable in her own sexuality, at least not the way that Melissa was. Or had become, she mentally corrected herself. After the change.

Indeed, not so long ago, Melissa wasn't all that different from Abby. She had concealed her bi-sexuality for most of her life. She had lied to herself, describing herself on a few rare occasions as "bi-curious" when in truth this was not mere curiosity and she knew it. That night her sophomore year in college with Emma, the arts major that lived down the hall - she'd gone down on Emma with such hungry abandon! When Emma had reciprocated, it had all felt so incredibly good, so RIGHT! There had been a few other female lovers after that and Melissa gradually found that her normally submissive ways with men were very dominant when with women.

One year for Halloween, she'd purchased a full dominatrix outfit made of black latex and with thigh high spiked heel boots. She'd playfully teased friends at a party she attended, not revealing how she had cum twice for real when pretending to get off on disciplining some female party guests.

But now, as a werewolf, there was no more secret repression. Her sexuality was on full display and she didn't care who knew it. And now she wanted to dominate men as well! It was all so oddly satisfying, and almost even orgasmic, shocking people.

The changes to her body had been shocking at first. Muscle tone and less than 6% body fat was impressive, but the greatly enhanced bust and ass, perpetual arousal, and no longer needing to wax or shave her legs or bikini line had been like a fringe benefit. Well, except for the cost of replacing her wardrobe, which no longer fit right on any part of her body, but that mattered little. Her old conservative clothing didn't feel right to the new Melissa.

Melissa glanced down at her bald pussy, recalling how it had shocked her at first. She had noticed after reverting back to her human form each time that she seemed to have less and less pubic hair. Finally, one morning after the third night of the cycle, it was all gone. She had never needed to shave it or her legs again. For a moment, she wondered what it looked like, suddenly growing hair there again when she underwent the change. She never knew as her short term memories around the transformation never stayed. At best she could recall the early stage sensations and the mental anguish she underwent when the she-wolf's instincts overwhelmed her human mind.

"Forget the form," she grunted suddenly, her hand reached out and grasping Abby's shoulder. "Show me your injury. Share with me what happened."

Abby was just beginning to nervously explain when Melissa moved closer, dropping to the bench beside her. Somehow she knew where the wound was. "Show it to me. Lift up your skirt. And remove your panties as well, if they are covering part of your injury." Somehow Melissa knew they were.

Melissa didn't care that she sounded overly forward and aggressive. She needed to see this. Her heart was racing now and fresh juices began to dampen her pussy.

Melissa stared hungrily as Abby reluctantly revealed her injury. She knelt to get a closer look and inhaled slowly, subtly. The scent was oddly familiar. Raising one leg and stepping over her, Melissa straddled Abby's uninjured leg and made a gesture for her to lie back on the bench as her dark piercing eyes flashed a smoldering look at Abby. "Tell me. Tell me what happened to you, dear," he words came purring out, a soft, soothing contrast to the fierce warrior's gaze she'd just flashed at Abby.

As Abby spoke, Melissa leaned her nude body forward over the wound and gently touched the flesh around the barely visible scar. One leg rubbed against Abby's uninjured hip and then her moist cunt brushed against Abby's own. It was accidental at first. Then it happened again. And again. And again. Soon Melissa was allowing her mound to linger, even grinding slightly over Abby's sex and her hands began to suggestively rub Abby's inner thigh, near the wound.

Melissa flashed those dark, hungry eyes down at Abby for a moment as she massaged the injured woman's leg, her lips parted in the shape of a small "O" as if to moan. A second later, the look was gone and Melissa was getting up, returning to her feet. Wordlessly, she stepped away from Abby, reaching for her towel. One hand seemed to absentmindedly stroke the side of her own firm buttocks.

"The muscle looks weak, Abby. I won't sign off on this. Not without a session or two to test it out."

Before Abby could protest, Melissa raised a single finger. "I can't risk my license. Were something to happen to you, the state could come after me. No, I think we should plan a session. I have a full calendar for the rest of today, but you could come back at 9 and we could hold a session when the gym closes. The manager lets me stay late with customers when necessary. I'm in demand. Of course, if you'd rather get another opinion, you could see Lou. But he's got a reputation for having," she paused for a moment, "wandering hands."

Throwing the towel over her shoulder and strutting away, her bare ass facing Abby as she went, Melissa called back "See you at nine PM, Abby. Don't be late. And be prepared to sweat."

Mmm, she loved being a werewolf.

Abby stirred her cafe-mocha absently as she stared into space. She was sitting in a little coffee shop just down the street from the health club, but her mind was back in a steamy locker room, going over the confusing jumble of her recent experiences and feelings. She was like that; always had to sort things out. When the situation moved too fast, she'd usually have to go over it later in her mind to make sense of it all. Abby liked to understand what was happening to her and around her, and right now she didn't. She didn't understand at all how her life seemed to be getting so far beyond her control.

First it was her loss of control at the hospital with poor Nurse Alexis. How did that happen? How did she rip the poor woman's clothes nearly off her body? And how did she completely lose control of her actions in the first place? Abby blushed deeply as she recalled the event with shame. She had always been attracted to women. She acknowledged that. But with living in a small town, she didn't dare advertise it. She'd always kept it to herself except with the very few lovers she'd managed to find over the years that she could trust to keep it private. And now this had happened. She was still amazed that she hadn't been arrested and charged with sexual assault on that poor woman.

And then there was the scene in the locker room with Melissa.

Abby unconsciously crossed her legs under the table, squeezing her thighs together to arrest the growing dampness in her crotch at the mere memory of that encounter. Passers-by could not help but notice the deep flush of her cheeks, the dreamy expression in her eyes, the slight parting of her lips, and if they observed close enough, the definite increase in her rate of breathing as she went back to the moments spent with Melissa in her mind.

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"Forget the form, show me your injury. Share with me what happened."

Melissa's tone was so firm, brooking no argument. Abby hesitated. After what she had just witnessed in the shower, this naked goddess now wanted to see.... Abby began to stammer out an explanation, trying to put words to the jumble of memories of the attack. But before she could get words out, Melissa moved closer, insisting on seeing the injury. Abby knew she couldn't resist that command.

She blushed deeply, keenly aware of the proximity of Melissa's sexy body and dominating presence. She met her eyes just once, briefly, as if seeking a reprieve. But there was no compromise there, and she quickly averted her eyes as her hands moved unconsciously to the hemline of her skirt, slowly inching it upwards in submissive obedience. She hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties and began to slide them down, lifting her bottom off the bench. They no sooner cleared her ankles and dropped to the floor than Melissa knelt in front of her, mere inches away from her sex.

The impression that stuck with Abby in that moment was the look in Melissa's eyes, like a predator sizing up a choice prey. Melissa's eyes slightly narrowed, even as her nostrils flared. Abby sensed more than heard that long slow inhale. She could see Melissa's nostrils quivering as the sexy trainer took in her scent. Abby raised her leg, placing her foot on the bench. Instinct told her to move slow and cautiously, as if she was faced with a dangerous animal.

Suddenly Melissa stood up, swung a leg over Abby's uninjured leg and the narrow bench, straddling both as she examined the fading scars from Abby's wound. With one hand she pressed gently on Abby's chest, urging her to lie back on the bench. Melissa's eyes allowed no protest, but her voice was smooth, almost hypnotically compelling. "Tell me. Tell me what happened to you, dear,"

Abby nodded meekly and began to stammer an explanation. "I-I was a-attacked....by a large animal, possibly a wolf." As she spoke, so very aware of Melissa's body heat on her skin as the naked woman bent over her, Abby fixed her eyes on the ceiling, trying to pretend that this was more like a clinical examination than the way it really felt to her. Melissa touched her....'down there', a fingertip lightly tracing the thin white scar. Abby's voice caught in a slight gasp as her leg tingled under Melissa's touch. She tried to go on, "I-It was dark, and I c-couldn't see it very well. It bit me there.....Oh God!" Abby's voice changed to a little squeak as she felt the wet heat of Melissa's sex contact her own.

Suddenly Abby's body was all tension and barely held control, as if she didn't dare to move, no matter how much she longed to thrust her hips up and make that delicious contact happen again. It was a fleeting moment, and Abby didn't trust herself to move at all. Surely Melissa hadn't meant for that to happen. Surely she would be offended if Abby tried for more contact.

Abby held herself stiffly motionless, completely forgetting what she was trying to say. She had to keep control of herself at all costs.

And then it happened again.

She gasped, and tried not to moan in pleasure.

And again.

Her high pitched moan of pleasure slipped from her lips before she could stop it. She clamped her hand over her lips as that wet heat met hers yet again! Oh God! Was she pushing up to meet Melissa? Had she moved after all? Was it like the hospital all over again?

Abby felt Melissa's pussy hot and wet on hers, lingering, pressing to her clit. Her body was tense, like a steel cable. Her eyes flashed her desire as they locked on Melissa's when she turned to her. She wanted more! She wanted it so badly!

Melissa was rubbing her, touching her! Abby thought she saw the same desire in Melissa's face, just for a moment. Her heart leapt under her breast, and she allowed her hips to rise just once, pressing her pussy tighter against the sexy woman who straddled her.

And then Melissa abruptly rose and stepped away.

Inwardly, Abby groaned, already mourning the loss of that delightful friction. Her mind was a confused haze of conflicting thoughts and desires. Had she offended Melissa? Had she done it again?

Melissa was talking to her, refusing to sign her form allowing her to go back to work. But the words were a blur, mostly unheard through the confused and agonized thoughts crowding Abby's mind. Her face flushed with embarrassed shame as she pulled her skirt down to cover herself.

The next few moments barely registered with her; all she took away from it was that she was to return at 9:00 pm, or face some grabby guy named 'Lou'. But Melissa wanted her to come back, and that was all that mattered.

In her haste to get away from the scene of her shame, Abby left the health club, her forgotten panties on the locker room floor, partially kicked under the wooden bench.

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"Miss! Miss, if you're going to do things like that, I'm going to have to ask you to leave immediately! This is a family friendly cafe!"

The harsh admonition startled Abby out of her reverie, and she paled to discover that her hand was stuck between her thighs, coated in her glistening lubricating fluids. She blushed furiously, mortified beyond measure at what she had apparently been doing to herself in this public place. She jerked her hand away from herself as if it burned and stood up abruptly. The motion overturned her chair, bumped her table and spilled her mocha as she grabbed her purse and fled from the cafe, tears of shame streaming down her face.

The last thing she heard from the angry voice behind her as she burst through the door rang in her ears all the way down the street.

"Pervert!"

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She stood in front of the health club. The parking lot was nearly empty, but there were a few lights on inside. Abby wasn't sure why she was here; only that Melissa had told her to come back. 'Be prepared to sweat', she had said. But as Abby pulled on the heavy glass door, the rush of air conditioning chilled the sweat already on her body, making her nipples erect. She heaved a sigh of trepidation, and headed back to the locker room to change her clothes.

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Melissa sat up from under the weight bench, reached back for her towel and wiped the sweat from her brow. She was drenched with perspiration, but didn't care. She had finished with her last client, Howard Thomas, over an hour ago. Mr. Thomas was in his 50s, recently divorced, and working hard to get back into shape. With him, Melissa had found the perfect client. Her flirtatious attention had completely won him over and he was now paying for daily 2 hour personal training sessions. The first 90 minutes was spent in the gym. The last 30 minutes was usually in the back seat of his Escalade with Melissa on her knees, sucking him off. He was like a puppy dog, so grateful for her affection. His (now ex) wife had been about 20 years his junior and been using him as a sugar daddy. He had walked in on her getting fucked in the ass by the pool boy. The pool boy! It was so cliche that Melissa still laughed to herself.

Mr. Thomas, or Howard when they were outside the gym, had paid her extra to come home with him a few times. It was during these "home sessions" that Melissa was able to let herself go. The first time, he'd insisted she role play his wife while he played the pool boy and took her ass. It has been amusing at first, but Melissa's dominant side had quickly grown bored and she soon pushed Howard to his knees and demanded he service her cunt and ass with his mouth. Subsequent sessions had featured her in an increasingly dominant role. At her insistence, Howard had provided all sorts of toys and playthings, the best money could buy on the Internet! She had even toyed with the idea of visiting him early one full moon evening, an hour or two before moonrise, but had decided against it, fearing the risk of changing and killing him was too great.

Today had been a relatively simple session - a workout and another SUV blow job. Once finished, Melissa collected her $2,000, tossed it into her car and returned to the gym to sweat off his stink. She was starting to hold the man in contempt and knew this "relationship" wouldn't last much longer. He was pathetic, weak, and needy. Once, she would have found him a kindred spirit of sorts, someone seeking love and comfort. Now, she felt an ever growing contemptuous attitude toward men like him. She'd even toyed with the idea of seducing his ex-wife and bringing them together for a bit of fun. Making them look at each other as they took turns servicing her - mmm, now wouldn't that be a bit of twisted fun?

Melissa glanced about as she made her way toward the stairs to the first level. It was 10pm and the gym was almost completely deserted now. A few stragglers, hurrying to complete their workouts, were all that remained. She inhaled and caught a familiar scent as she exited the stairs and entered the hallway toward the front desk. A coy smile formed across her lips and she made her way to the locker room.

She was passing the front desk when Lou, the troll-ish trainer she had teasingly mentioned to Abby, poked his head out of the staff lounge. He eyed her silently, clearly admiring her shapely form. For the first time in months, she hated her enhanced senses, which were now telling him just how aroused this creep was becoming. It was her pheromones, no doubt. Melissa found that the more she perspired, the stronger the pheromones her body emitted. She had learned to cap her workouts after a certain point and to go take a cool shower, as she had made a few adult men and women openly masturbate on the gym floor during her more intense regiments.

Once Melissa was past him, Lou made a soft grunting noise. She didn't look back. The pheromones might be contributing to this, but Lou was a sicko on top of that.

As she made her way into the women's locker room, Melissa mumbled out loud to herself.

"Pervert."

Just as she spoke, she came around a corner and was greeted by the sight of a nearly nude woman, bending forward, her bare ass raised in the air as she seemed to be frantically digging through her gym bag.

The gasp that came from Abby told her instantly that she had startled her client. A mildly pleased grin quickly flashed across Melissa's face, then disappeared equally fast.

"What's the matter, Abby? Can't find your panties? You left them here earlier. I know because I'm wearing them right now."

Melissa stared coolly at Abby, allowing the words to sink in. Suddenly she erupted in nearly hysterically laughter.

"Oh my God, your face! You totally thought I was serious, didn't you?"

Melissa grabbed a fresh towel, throwing her sweaty one into a used towel bin inches from Abby. Melissa's powerful scent was everywhere.

"Get dressed and meet me on the workout floor upstairs. And make it fast, Abby. We have work to do."

As Melissa turned to make her way back out of the locker room, she glanced at her nails. They were darker and sharper than usual, her body betraying how aroused it had become in Abby's presence.

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One hour later, the workout was winding down. Melissa was holding Abby's legs together as Abby finished the final set of sit-ups.

"38.... 39.... 40! And you're done!"

Melissa's hands lingered over Abby's bare thighs for the ninth or tenth time during the workout. Melissa didn't care. The gym was vacant, the cleaning crew wasn't due in until after midnight, and stealing glances up Abby's shorts at her perfect exposed sex was becoming old. Melissa's carnal appetite was now fully awake and physical contact is what she desired. Or rather NEEDED at this point.

Melissa eyed Abby's wounded thigh and pushed her thoughts away from sex.

"You know, you said it was some kind of wild dog or wolf that bit you. Have you been checked for any kind of, you know, rare animal diseases? For something as big as you said it was to be in a barn, it must have been rabid or had some other disease. You could have, well, contracted something, if you know what I mean."

"I think there was a mad cow disease outbreak around here a few years ago. Maybe the thing that bit you had something. I'd keep an eye on my temperature if I were you. And if you start experiencing anything... weird... you can call me. I have some basic medical training as part of my trainer cert."

Melissa's gaze held Abby's for a long moment. Something transpired between the two women then. Something deep, almost spiritual, and Melissa could sense Abby's deepest desires and fears. She knew Abby was hers for the taking. At the same time, amid her own confused and uncertain emotions, Abby could sense Melissa's own sexual interests in her.

"Mmm, I sure could use a shower now."

"What's the matter, Abby? Can't find your panties? You left them here earlier. I know because I'm wearing them right now."

Abby spun to face Melissa, her mouth going dry as her jaw dropped in response to what Melissa had said. She blushed so deeply she thought she must look like a thermometer. her mouth worked as she tried to think of something to say, but it just looked like a fish out of water, opening and closing and nothing coming out.

Then Melissa laughed, letting her know that she was only joking. She was already out of the locker room by the time Abby regained her senses. But it wasn't the lost panties she was fixated on now, it was the towel Melissa had so casually tossed in the bin. Abby's nostrils were flared as she breathed deeply of the scent that permeated the room. As if in a trance, she went to the bin, lifting the used towel to her face and breathing deeply. She couldn't get enough of it! She closed her eyes to focus more on her sense of smell, and pressed the sweat dampened towel to her nose.

Short huffing snuffles came from her as she took in that intoxicating scent and all the information it conveyed. Melissa was strong, fit, sexually active. In fact she had recently had sex. Abby sniffed deeper, like a junkie with a can of spray paint and a paper bag. The scent of another was faint, but Abby knew that it was a male. She growled possessively without realizing it. And then the moment passed and she was shocked to find herself salivating. Her eyes darted to the doorway that Melissa had just passed through, and she stared after her, not really thinking about the workout to come, only the woman, the female, she would be with.

It seemed the most natural thing in the world when Abby brought the towel between her legs, rubbing thoroughly to cover Melissa's scent with her own.

She dressed in her work out clothes, 'too-short' jogging shorts and a halter tank top. Since Melissa, joking or not, had not revealed where Abby's panties actually were, Abby simply eschewed them, deciding to go without.

In truth, she'd never liked exercising. Oh her job duties kept her on the go, and she was fit enough, better than most women. But she just didn't like the idea of working out in repetitive exercises in an artificial environment. Still, whether it was Melissa's close proximity, her intoxicating presence, or just that she was good at motivating Abby to do her best for her, Abby wasn't sure. But she felt like she really wanted to try to make Melissa happy.

And she found to her surprise that she was able to crank out the repetitions much easier than she remembered from the last time she exercised. It was in part because she could imagine what Melissa would be seeing from her point of view, and Abby was not so subtly keeping her knees just far enough apart that her aroused pussy was exposed with each movement. 'That'll teach her to hide my panties', Abby thought.

She finished her set and rested on her back for a moment. She was acutely aware of the heat of Melissa's hands lingering in her inner thighs even after the exercises were done. Abby's eyes sought out Melissa's but the trainer was looking closely at the fading scars of her wound. She listened distractedly as Melissa warned her about the possibility of disease. Abby wanted to protest that she felt fine, but she knew that the behavior of the animal that attacked her wasn't normal. The thought that she might have caught something bad worried her a little.

"Well, I think the hospital would have run tests. They didn't tell me anything was wrong. Although my discharge was rather....uhm, abrupt." She blushed again, hoping Melissa wouldn't ask why. Instead she hurried on in a rush. But I'll be sure to call you if I notice anything strange."

Melissa's eyes bored into hers, and Abby met the glance for only an instant before averting her gaze submissively. She wasn't sure why she had to, but it was the right thing to do. Abby was used to being the authority when she responded to a call about some animal complaint. Even if she was on another's property, she was the recognized authority, the one in charge. But this was Melissa's territory. This gym was her domain. While she was here, Abby would defer to her. Abby felt that connection between them in that moment. She would do whatever this woman wanted, she realized. And damn the consequences.

Melissa let her up and Abby followed her to the locker room. Images from the scene she had witnessed earlier in the day were going through her mind. While Melissa had not made any unusual advances on her during the workout, Abby could detect the scent of her arousal and knew Melissa was interested. Could she dare to be with this woman?

Abby knew that Melissa wasn't at all discreet about playing with her lovers. The earlier scene in the shower proved that. They could be caught. Word could get out. It might ruin her reputation.

But there was almost no one around. The gym was closed an hour ago, and except for a couple of the other trainers, Abby figured they were alone. Maybe it would be alright.

"Mmm, I sure could use a shower now."

Abby's eyes riveted to the back of Melissa's form as she entered the showers. She knew what those words really meant. It was time to decide. Without thinking of the consequences, she blurted out, "Do you need someone to wash your back for you?"

She regretted it as soon as it left her mouth. What a corny thing to say! she thought. She'd meant for it to be a playful teasing comment, but she hated the underlying note of desperation she heard in her own voice. She just knew that Melissa heard it too. 'Great, Abby, why don't you just go over and hump her leg? Desperate much?'

She hesitated, a little worried that her feeble line would be denied and she'd be left wanting, aching with her need. She realized that she was more afraid of that rejection than of being caught in the act.

She needn't have worried. The look Melissa gave her as she glanced back over her shoulders made her wet, and she wiggled out of her shorts eagerly. Oddly enough, the motion was exactly that of an eager puppy wagging it's tail.

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"Do you need someone to wash your back for you?"

The words had been perhaps the most pleasant thing to have reached Melissa's ears all day. She paused for a mere instant, her nude outline in the doorway to the showers. She cocked her head to the side ever so slightly, her eyes shifting back, a sly smirk forming on the side of her face in Abby's view.

"No," she murmured dismissively. Her tone changed then, becoming more insistent. "I need you to make me come."

Melissa didn't wait, entering the corridor of large shower stalls and turning on the water in several to a steaming hot temperature. Warm mist quickly filled the stalls and the hall as Melissa stepped into the final shower on the left. The water touched only her feet and a few droplets landed on her breasts, arms, legs, face and hair. She stood back from the water, waiting.

When Abby finally approached, Melissa turned sharply, her fierce warrior's gaze boring into Abby's eyes, staring her down. Her lips parted, forming a menacing grin, baring her sparkling white teeth.

Melissa's pussy was practically dripping with desire. She inhaled deeply, her tall form standing over Abby. She leaned forward slightly, nose sniffing in short bursts, taking in the sweet scent of Abby's cunt. She wanted to drop onto all fours and bury her nose in that sweet smelling patch of hairless delight.

Abby stripped off her bra and followed Melissa into the showers with mixed feelings of nervous excitement and the tingle of anticipation. This woman was both the answer to her dreams and the temptation she feared in her way. Melissa was wild and free, uncaring of who found out about her or what they would think or do. Part of Abby wanted to be that way, and part of her was afraid of it.

But right now, she wanted to give in. Since waking in the hospital after her attack, she'd had a terrible need that had been growing in her. She was tired of trying to deny it. And here was Melissa, offering everything she wanted, offering the surrender to her wildest impulses and damn the consequences. Abby wondered how it would feel to just let go, just not care if anyone knew what she was.

The steam of the showers rose about her naked body as she padded silently to the last shower in the row. Her skin glistened with the condensed water vapor that even now began to trickle in little rivulets between her breasts. Her eyes narrowed as she saw Melissa waiting for her, and she gasped slightly as she caught her breath. The vision awaiting her was like some primitive sex goddess, representing lust and abandon. Abby moaned so low under her breath that she doubted anyone could hear. But Melissa heard.

But if Abby thought she was stalking her prey, Melissa's gaze quickly disavowed her of that notion. Those eyes pinned her to the spot. For a moment only did she meet them before lowering her gaze submissively. She wanted this Goddess to want her. She'd do anything to taste her skin, to touch her body, to hear her moans of pleasure.

"Please.....let me be the one who makes you cum." Abby barely recognized the pleading tone in her voice. She didn't care. Her eyes followed a droplet of water or sweat as it tantalizingly dribbled down between Melissa's breasts and rolled over her muscular abdomen. She was peculiarly remembering a little plaque she'd seen on her co-worker's desk. It had read, "Deal with the things in life like a dog; if you can't eat it or screw it, piss on it." Abby sighed deeply. She wasn't sure about the third option, but she fully intended to try the other two with Melissa.

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Melissa grinned a smug knowing smile at Abby's words. "I know," she chuckled. "I can practically taste your desire."

Her hand slowly extended and gently stroked Abby's cheek. Melissa's cold steely gaze softened, becoming more loving, much like a parent gazing upon a frightened little child. "I know you're nervous, perhaps even a little frightened. I was like you once too, you know. Scared to reveal my sexuality, confused about my place in society and worried about what people would think of me. But I don't think like that anymore. Now I take whatever I want, whenever and however I want."

Melissa advanced, her hand slowly sliding from Abby's cheek to her shoulder, her fingers lightly dancing on the edge of the bone as she slid around behind Abby. She was now very much in Abby's space, her warm breath on Abby's neck, but not touching beyond two fingers on her shoulder.

"Close your eyes, Abby. Breathe deeply. Inhale. You can smell my desire too, can't you?"

Melissa's heart was pounding in her chest. Her entire body tingled with excitement and anticipation. Deep within, she could sense that Abby was truly different from her past lovers. Very different, but yet familiar.

"I'm going to show you new things, Abby," she whispered in a husky voice. "I'm going to make you change. And. You. Don't. Even. Know. What's. Coming."

Behind Abby's back, Melissa's now amber colored eyes narrowed, focusing on her prey. Her mouth slowly descended upon Abby's neck, kissing lightly at first, her tongue gradually introducing itself and then beginning to lap at the moisture on Abby's skin.

Melissa's free hand slipped between Abby's arm and side, around to softly touch her naval. She gave Abby's stomach a soft, almost playful squeeze, knowing the hint of tummy would be almost completely gone less than a month from now. The hand lingered, then dropped slightly, beginning to stroke Abby's bare nether regions.

Abby's breath caught in her throat upon hearing Melissa's reply. Her eyes snapped back up to Melissa's gaze, held there as if mesmerized. She saw the change in Melissa's eyes, listened to her words, and felt the touch of her softly trailing fingers. And inside, Abby dropped her guard. She wanted to give in. She wanted to be more like Melissa; wanted to put herself in this wonderful woman's hands, literally and figuratively.

Melissa's touch enflamed Abby's skin with desire as her fingers trailed over her body. How could this be, Abby wondered. Had it been so long that a mere touch could drive her wild? No. It was Melissa. It was how badly she wanted her. Abby was sure she would at least be able to think straight with any other woman. But this one....
At Melissa's suggestion Abby's eyes closed. She breathed deeply, nearly panting. The steam laden heated air was rich with the aroma of Melissa's arousal. It confused and enticed Abby, excited her. Her nostrils flared repeatedly, taking in more and more of the delicious aroma. Abby growled low in her throat. not even aware she was doing it. "Yes! I can smell it! But....how?"

Melissa didn't answer the question, but her husky purring voice sounded in Abby's ear so close that the warmth of the trainer's breath tickled the nape of her neck. The words themselves gave Abby a shiver despite the warmth of the showers. She felt Melissa's lips on her neck and she stiffened, not in revulsion, but in pleasure. A moan escaped her lips as Melissa's tongue sought her skin.

Abby reached back as Melissa's hand slipped around to cover her tummy. The touch was soft, seductive. Abby's palm slid upwards along Melissa's sleek muscular thigh, towards her hip, even as Melissa's hand moved lower. Abby's knees threatened to buckle and she whimpered as Melissa's fingers discovered the slick wetness between her legs. Abby's nails dug into Melissa's hip, scrabbling back further to clutch a taut buttock. Abby's eyelids fluttered as her eyes rolled up. She hissed an indrawn breath, wanting so badly to turn in Melissa's arms and take this woman.

She brought her other hand down to cover Melissa's hand, urging her to explore more, deeper, harder. Abby's legs parted, and she let her weight partially drop onto Melissa's fingers, hoping to drive them further into her heat. She pushed back against Melissa, pressing her butt into her sex, now slippery with the moisture from the showers in addition to her arousal. Abby turned her face, lips seeking Melissa's in heated passion. She bit her trainer's bottom lip, tugging and sucking as the low growl built in her throat.

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Melissa growled softly in surprise as Abby's nails dug into her hip and slipped back, gripping her ass. Abby's hand gripped Melissa's own exploring hand and her weight shifted, driving her body down onto Melissa's now probing fingers.

"Surrender to me," Melissa hissed.

Without waiting for a reply, Melissa's fingers pressed hard into Abby's sex. Her nails had elongated slightly, giving her thin, nimble fingers a bit of extra reach. She toyed with the contours of Abby's welcoming cunt and pressed her own crotch against Abby's butt as it pressed back to rub against Melissa.

Oooohhh, the feel, the smell, everything about Abby was driving Melissa wild with desire. The things she wanted to do to this woman!

As Abby turned to meet Melissa's mouth and then bit down on her bottom lip, Melissa growled again, louder, insistently this time. Abby needed to learn her place! Melissa was the dominant one!

Melissa's other hand slid down from Abby's shoulder and suddenly gripped Abby's ass cheeks, her fingers pressing into the crack and rubbing against Abby's anus. With another growl, Melissa pushed Abby forward, turning her and pinning her against the wall of the shower. Melissa's eyes rolled back and her mouth closed over Abby's neck, biting firmly, but softly, holding her lover like trapped prey. The growls continued, sending vibrations into Abby's neck and torso.

Melissa's fingers were now aggressively rubbing and pressing into Abby's pussy and ass. Her breasts pressed against Abby's own, seemingly larger as they held Abby's chest against the wall.

Hot water rained down over both of them, drenching their hair and trickling over their faces and bodies.

Melissa couldn't stand it anymore. She pulled her hand away from Abby's pussy and thrust her own hips forward, grinding her cunt against Abby's as her other hand pressed deeper into Abby's ass, pushing her forward to meet Melissa.

Abby moaned as Melissa's fingers were forced to impale her sex. The words that the sexy trainer had whispered in her ear still echoed in her mind. "Surrender to me!" Oh how she wanted to! But Abby was used to being in charge. In her job, people looked to her as the authority figure in the situations she was called to handle. And as a woman, she'd always had to go a little farther towards holding her own around her male co-workers. To give up control to this beautiful woman would be nearly as hard to do as it would be satisfying.

But Melissa had one thing to her advantage: this was her domain. She had already established her authority during the workout. Abby had been listening to Melissa's instructions all evening. So the words sounded in her imagination over and over. What would it be like to just give in?

She felt Melissa's hands take control of her, spinning her around and pressing her back to the shower wall. Melissa's teeth sunk into the muscle running along Abby's shoulder to her neck and held her as the low rumble of a growl vibrated deep in her flesh. Abby's eyelids fluttered as she keened a high pitched whine. Her knees trembled as Melissa's fingers thrust into her pussy, and split the hemispheres of her butt, seeking out her rear opening. That throaty growl seemed to go straight through her body to her cunt!

Melissa's insistent fingers probed Abby's heated wetness. More fingers penetrated her from behind. The sexy trainer pinned her against the shower wall as the steamy stinging water droplets pelted her skin. Abby's body responded to the carnal rhythm of Melissa's invasion of her body. With those strong white teeth still sunk into her shoulder, Abby bit her lip to hold in the squeal that built in her throat. It was a primal sound, part squeal, part growl, and part whine of submission. Her hands clung to Melissa's shoulders and she turned her head to the side, tilting to bare her throat to Melissa.

That is when Abby's submission was complete. Melissa must have sensed it. She took her hand away and pressed her hot pussy into Abby's vulva, grinding herself on Abby's clit. The intense sensation assaulted the stability of Abby's knees again, and she cried out as she slid down the tile wall, pulling Melissa down on top of her. Abby's thighs spread, scissoring herself between Melissa's legs. Her pelvis rocked, alternately driving Melissa's probing fingers into her rear cleft, and rubbing herself lewdly on her trainer's hot pussy. "Oh god! Take me! Fuck me! Ah, shit, please, Melissa, I need you!"

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Melissa's heart was pounding faster and faster as she pressed her body against Abby's. The sound of Abby's squeal/growl/whine told her that her prey's resistance was at an end. As Abby submissively turned her head to the side, Melissa snarled a triumphant growl and sank her slightly extended canines into Abby's shoulder, biting hard and drawing a splash of blood. The salty taste of her prey's flesh and warm blood bought a flashback into Melissa's consciousness from her dormant animal mind. She was ripping through clothing with her claws and teeth, biting into muscle, tasting the same warm, salty flesh and blood! The cries of panic from her prey filled her ears! The inviting scent of her prey's sex! Opening her wolfen maw in anticipation...

The next thing Melissa knew, she was on the tiled floor of the shower, on top of Abby, grinding her pussy against Abby's warm, welcoming sex. A thin layer of wispy pubic hair had sprouted across Melissa's pussy and added an extra layer of friction as she continued twisting and pressing her cunt into Abby's. Her hands kneaded and clawed at Abby's bare breasts as her tongue lapped at the blood trickling from Abby's shoulder. Melissa was completely lost in the Need now as she released Abby's shoulder and worked her way down, across Abby's now raw nipples, running her tongue across the abdomen, following her nose like an animal to the scent of her desire.

Abby's words fell upon Melissa's ears, but her increasingly primitive mind could barely comprehend their meaning. Melissa gave a half growl, half moan response and rolled her hips in a 180 degree counterclockwise turn, now aggressively pressing her increasingly hirsute nether regions into Abby's face as she buried her own eager mouth and tongue into her prey's delicious looking sex. With a snarl, Melissa bit at Abby's vulva and sank her tongue deeply into her vagina, completing (albeit less violently) what her wolfen half had intended a week and a half ago.

Melissa's claw like fingertips squeezed at Abby's inner thighs as she growled in a deep animal-like voice, sending vibrations into Abby's exposed sex. She rocked and ground her hips into Abby's face, taking pleasure in both Abby's reciprocation and in forcing her vulnerable client to service her needs.

The old Melissa would have been shocked and horrified at what the new Melissa was doing. It was almost as much a desire to conquer and force prey to submit as it was a physical/biological need for pleasure. Not truly an animal, yet no longer completely human, Melissa's needs and desires were a savage blend of human and animal - the human's hyper-sexual and control desires and the animal's drive and aggressive means of obtaining its whims.

Abby cried out as Melissa's extended fangs sunk into the flesh of her shoulder muscle. She hadn't expected to be treated this roughly. A flash of fear spiced her pleasure and she peed a little, lying on the cool tiled floor of the shower under her trainer. It was a purely animalistic sign of complete submission. The scent of it only served as a spur to Melissa's instincts. She didn't even seem to notice as she rubbed her pussy against Abby's vulnerable slit. It was a rough but increasingly delightful friction that was sending Abby's body into bliss.

Melissa pinned her to the shower floor, her clawed hands kneading Abby's breast flesh. It was more a mauling than a caress. She couldn't feel the blood that trickled from her shoulder; it mixed with the hot stinging droplets of the shower spray that pelted her skin and upturned face. Her hands clung to and caressed Melissa's arms and torso as she tried to keep up with this aggressive woman. The grinding and bumping between her loins was driving her to a higher plateau of excitement.

She felt Melissa's mouth moving over her, nipping her tender breasts, now sore after the harsh treatment from her groping clawed fingers. And still lower. Suddenly Melissa turned above her, straddling her head with her legs and Abby found herself face to cunt. She experienced a moment of confusion at the sight of Melissa's pubic thatch. Just earlier in the day, she'd been so tempted by the bare pussy inches away from her face as she'd sat on the locker room bench. Now she was faced with more than just stubble, but there was no time to ponder the matter; Melissa drove her pussy to Abby's lips, thrusting eagerly. Her aggressive humping bumped her clitoris against Abby's lips with almost bruising force. Abby had little choice but to extend her tongue and try to please her.

Had she meant to resist, it would have been irrelevant in the next moment. The animalistic growl sounded in Abby's ears, triggering a memory of her attack. It was followed by the bite on her mound, and Abby's mouth opened to scream. She was back in the darkened barn, and the wolf was on her again. It would tear out her sex, and leave her ruined for anyone else! Melissa's hairy cunt drove down to cover Abby's mouth, now open, and muffled her scream. The vibrations from the sound buzzed against Melissa's clit, and Abby quivered under her lover as the trainer's tongue - now longer than normal from her partial transformation to wolf - pushed into the tight tunnel of her vagina.

The hot sting of Melissa's raking claws burned Abby's thighs, leaving parallel red lines in their wake. Melissa's position above her held her arms pinned close to her body. Her arms bent at the elbows, hands clutching at Melissa's thighs above her. Abby's mouth worked desperately to please the ravenous and demanding woman above her. But it was less about what Abby could do to please Melissa than what the aggressive trainer was taking from the helpless woman below her. The relentless cunt humped her mouth, rubbing against her lips, nose, and chin. Her extended tongue tried to keep up, tried to flicker and lick at the protruding clit above her, and occasionally she managed successful contact. But it was not her skill that was bringing her lover closer to her peak. And it was not entirely pleasure that was driving Abby closer to orgasm. It was a mixture of fear, stinging pain, delirious arousal, and physical stimulation that pushed her nearer to her precipice.

It was all happening too fast! Melissa's musk filled her nostrils. Her taste - raw, potent, tangy - mixed with the small trickle of blood from a split in her lip that happened when Melissa's pubic bone had driven down rather forcefully on one thrust. Abby brought her hands back to Melissa's buttocks, her fingers digging in to try to slow down the urgent assault on her face. She wrapped her lips over the distended bud of Melissa's clitoris, and she sucked hard. All pretense of subtlety was gone now; she was just trying to get this woman off as her own climax rapidly approached. Her teeth scraped lightly over the tender bud.

Abby's thighs raised around Melissa's head, squeezing together tightly in response to the ravenous way she attacked her pussy. It was partly protective, partly responsive. Her hips drove upwards, pushing her cunt into Melissa's hungry mouth and impaling herself on that long, relentless tongue. Abby could feel the hardness of Melissa's fangs as they scraped her labia, adding to the stimulation. She shuddered as the first pre-tremors of her orgasm rippled through her.

She was about to cum!

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Melissa was completely lost now. She was growling and rutting Abby's face like a dog in heat as she continued to devour her tasty cunt with equally wild abandon. Concerns about concealing her beastly nature had disappeared as soon as Abby began to service her and now she was equally determined to get her lover off.

Lover. Or perhaps, mate.

The word seemed natural to Melissa. After all, what else had her wolf side wanted? Somehow, she'd instinctively known during that full moon night that biting Abby would claim her as Melissa's own. And now she could smell Abby's own growing wolfen nature. To have a companion, one like her with whom she could run, hunt, howl - and more - would be her fondest wish come true. This was what was missing from Melissa's life since the loss of her lover.

Abby's thighs tightened over Melissa's head, holding her more firmly in place and Melissa responded by pressing her thinning, increasingly nimble tongue deeper into Abby's pussy. She moaned a long drawn out rumble, sending more vibrations into Abby's body as her honey sweet juices coated Melissa's embedded tongue. Her now acute hearing could detect a rapid quickening of Abby's heart as her body tensed. Knowing how close her lover was drove Melissa over the edge and she screamed a muffled gasp into Abby's welcoming cunt!

If she had been able to control her transformation, Melissa would have given in at that moment and revealed everything to Abby by wolfing out right then and there. Something deep inside her knew that transforming while experiencing an orgasm would have created an odd blend of intense, mind blowing pleasure and pain and the mere thought of it excited Melissa nearly as much as having a mate! In a muted response, her abdominal muscles shifted, realigning slightly and more coarse hairs sprouted forth to tickle Abby's chin, nose and cheeks.

At almost the exact moment, Melissa could taste the gushing of Abby's own orgasm and her canine-like tongue eagerly lapped up her lover's sweet nectar. Melissa's now clawed hands gripped Abby's ass, gently parted her cheeks and stroked her lover's soft pink rosebud, tickling Abby as she too came.

As wave after wave of sexual release coursed through their bodies, Melissa held Abby firmly, but gently, riding out their shared sexual bliss together. The moment would have been beautiful were it not for the odd nature of changes Melissa's body had experienced. Changes she now desperately began to wish would fade as rapidly as they had come, and remain unnoticed.

Sure enough, within seconds of coming down off her high, Melissa's body reverted back to it's natural human state. Razor nails, sharpened teeth, and emergent fur quickly retracted and vanished back into her body, and her soft hands gently caressed Abby's buttocks and lower back as her lips gently blew cool air onto her lover's clit.

"Ooooohhhh," Melissa finally gasped aloud. "Fuck yes, ohhhhh, fuck yes!"

Abby couldn't hold back any longer. Melissa's tongue was driving her wild! It was twisting and turning inside her in a nearly prehensile way. Abby didn't know how it was possible. In her delirious excitement, she nipped Melissa's clitoris with her teeth, setting off the aggressive trainer's orgasm above her. Melissa's pussy grinded against her mouth, threatening to steal Abby's breath. Her heart pounded, her body quivered, and she let go. Let everything go.

The feminine fluids of her lover above her flowed into her gasping mouth, and Abby's nails dug into Melissa's ass cheeks, gripping tightly as her orgasm rocked through her body in spasm after spasm. Melissa's thighs clamped tightly on Abby's face, and her pussy filled her world, denying her air, light, and freedom. Yet something inside her made Abby feel like it was Melissa's right to do this to her. It was the natural way of things, and she accepted it, surrendered to it.

When the bright stars exploded behind her eyelids, Abby grew still, her only movement the quivering of her body as it quaked in the throes of her powerful sexual climax. At last the dominating body above her shifted slightly, allowing her to breath again. Abby gasped as precious air filled her lungs again. This had been the most exhilarating, and at the same time, a frightening experience. But it had been the most intense sexual experience she could remember, and she wasn't sure what exactly had happened.

Even now as she tried to catch her breath, her thoughts were jumbled, confused. The woman above her held her tenderly, stroking her gently, bringing her down gradually. It was in stark contrast to the intensity with which she had just taken her sexually. And the odd sensations, the unexplained changes in Melissa's anatomy....even now, Abby's mind was trying to rationalize what she thought she'd seen and felt. Was it real? Couldn't it have simply been her overactive imagination, or memories of that night she was attacked? In fact she had flashed back to that night. She had imagined that it was the wolf on top of her, biting her sex, devouring her. Surely that was it. Even now, as she was so tenderly stroked and held, Abby tentatively stretched up and licked the once more bare sex of her trainer. There was no sign of pubic hair.

The licking was a gesture of submissive supplication, acknowledging what she knew to be true in her instincts. This was a new relationship between them, and Melissa was in charge. Abby belonged to her.
She was confused, unsure where these thoughts came from. Usually she was the one that took charge in her relationships. She was a natural leader, the trait brought out even more by virtue of her position in her job. But this time was different. Melissa was in charge now, at least between them.

Her gentle licks became near worshipful kisses, covering the goddess' cunt above her with devotion and adoration, gratitude for the pleasure she'd been given. She felt the cool air being blown on her oversensitive clit, and it made her legs jerk, her soft inner thighs reflexively clamping on Melissa's face again. She heard the throaty moan and exclamation of the woman above her, and even the words seemed to bring a shiver of reaction from her.

As her hands stroked and caressed Melissa's butt and thighs, Abby whispered breathlessly, "That was amazing! It's been so long since anyone made me feel that way, Melissa! I can't believe what we did. Is this real?"

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One Week Later:

Melissa stood before the bathroom mirror, towel wrapped around her chest, her dark smoky eyes staring back at her. Droplets of water still beaded on her shoulders, her long damp hair neatly pulled back and hanging down the length of her neck and part of the way down her back. She had a wild, feral look about her, one that reflected her inner feelings as well.

Those feelings. Rising up from within once more. Always those urges and desires. Creeping more and more into her human life, overwhelming her with those... animalistic instincts.

She felt so out of control anymore. Like she was on a speeding locomotive without brakes that could jump the track any second, disaster and chaos a perpetual possibility.

Not that some part of her didn't like it. No, love it, even crave it.

That was what frightened and angered her the most. Melissa - the original Melissa, that is - was something of a control freak when it came to her life. Everything had always been orderly, neat and under control. She'd been risk averse, cautious, conservative and demure. This Melissa was still there, buried increasingly deeper and deeper inside, fighting for oxygen against the smothering effects of her increasingly influential lycanthropic nature. It was a battle that the old Melissa was losing and hated losing because she felt like she was losing herself. It was like this beast inside her was slowly re-writing her personality, changing her human side permanently, just as it would seize her physical form for three nights of each month.

She hated it. Hated the beast! Hated what it was doing to her, what it wasmakingher! She was dying! Dying!

But thenewMelissa that was emerging craved it. She embraced the changes and welcomed them, just as she knew she embraced the physical and mental transformations during the full moon, despite always forgetting it by the time she woke the next morning. The new Melissa was carefree, wild, thrill-seeking, and ready to act upon every repressed whim that struck her. Run a random red light amid heavy traffic? Devour junk food and sweets with free reign? Sleep late, come to work late, fuck her boss, then threaten to reveal the affair to his sickly stay-at-home wife unless he let her do whatever the hell she wanted? Check, check, and CHECK!

On top of it, her body was perfect now. Her energy seemed boundless. And her courage and willingness to say or do anything was unlimited.

Why would she hate this new Melissa when she was everything the old Melissa ever dreamt of being? Of what she never could be?

But the new Melissa was so unpredictable. The willingness to seduce and roughly fuck another woman openly after hours when a straggling staffer could walk in and catch them? When her prey might run screaming from the room when she gave into her wolfish instincts and actually bit into her cunt like she had planned that night one week before? When she had allowed her animalistic nature to physically manifest itself, growing fur, teeth and claws that had been seen and felt by her prey?

The new Melissa was so utterly reckless that it could destroy her entire life - everything she had fought to build, her reputation, her job and client base, her safety and security and health - all for mere thrills? How could she not hate this new person, this horror she was becoming? Three nights a month she physically transformed into a monster. The other nights - and all of the days - she lived like a monster.

Standing before the mirror, the bathroom air still thick with steam from her shower, Melissa's two natures battled one another for influence over her that night. She had a date planned with Abby, the woman from the gym. The same woman that her wolfen side had attacked and, she was certain, infected with her curse. They had agreed to meet for dinner and perhaps a drink afterwards. Melissa had showered and needed to finish preparing herself, but now her dual natures were warring for control over how the evening would flow.

Melissa stared into the mirror, the memories of that evening at the gym flooding back to her. The conversation in the locker room at closing time, the intense workout to which she had subjected Abby, the seduction and then the rough, aggressive sex. When it was over though, the old Melissa had regained control. For once, her lycanthropy-fueled new personality had seemed sated and had yielded completely to the old Melissa's sweet, gentle nature.

She had gently kissed Abby's now slightly bruised sex, gently rubbing her thighs as she did. She spoke soothing comforting words to the confused young woman, in equal parts confused herself. She was right, it had been amazing and felt surreal. Melissa had never before had such a powerful sexual experience. It left her body trembling, feeling weak, and she'd slowly crawled over to rest arm-in-arm with her new lover. She had kissed her lips and neck so gently, stroked her beautiful blonde hair. While she could sense Abby's awe in her presence, in this subdued, vulnerable moment she had felt a powerful attraction of her own to this Valkyrie-like being.

They had laid together in one another's arms in the shower-sauna for nearly two hours before finally removing their now pruned flesh from the pouring water. The evening was getting late, but Melissa had been unable to stop affectionately kissing and nibbling at the neck of her new friend. Abby was like a loving pup in her arms and Melissa felt a deep, overwhelming need to care for and nurture her Pet.

Before they left the gym, the new Melissa's characteristic boldness had returned and she had made her deeply affectionate feelings toward Abby known and expressed a strong desire to see her again, but in a more romantic setting. In short, Melissa had asked Abby for a date and expressed a desire to see where this might lead.

Melissa blinked and rubbed her eyes, breaking eye contact with her reflection. Her towel fell open and dropped to the floor. Slowly turning to the window, Melissa parted the shades, allowing the light of the half moon to stream in over her now nude body. A shudder passed through her and every muscle seemed to suddenly tense then slowly relax. Staring out over the lunar illuminated landscape, Melissa fought a sudden urge to throw back her head and howl a greeting to the night. One hand slowly drifted down her abdomen and over her bare sex, her fingertips gently touching, then rubbing her pussy lips. She was wet already, growing wetter by the second.

The desires were back, stronger than ever. For a few seconds, she briefly thought about Abby and what the full moon could bring for them. Moving stealthily through the night, shedding their human vestments, The change beginning to wash over their bodies as they pleasure one another in comfort against the physical pain of having one's body completely twisted and reconstructed into a bestial shape. Their moans and cries, full of pleasure and pain, changing into growls and snarls of bitches in heat, fighting and fucking for dominance. Melissa, the alpha, quickly prevailing and then the beautiful shared climax as the transformation completes itself. Then the two newly reshapened werewolves would howl, run and stalk the night, feasting on whatever they encountered when it pleased them.

To have a mate. To share the run, the hunt, the howl, the kill, the feast. To share the dark, lonely nights together.

Melissa snapped back to her senses as a powerful wave of sexual bliss washed over her, her legs growing weak and then practically collapsing out from under her.

She was going to be late if she didn't hurry.

“I’m walkin’ on sunshine! Whoa-oh!
I’m walkin’ on sunshine! Whoa-oh!
I’m walkin’ on sunshine, Whoa-oh!
And don’t it feel good! YEAH!”

Abby emphasized how good it felt with a little fist pump in the air, highlighting her self serenade as she sang into the handle of her hairbrush/microphone. She was looking in the mirror, grinning so wide she couldn’t believe it. The happy woman in the mirror seemed to glow with excitement. That is the image of a woman in love, Abby thought, and she smiled and blushed at her reflection.

There was good reason to be so happy; she had a date….with an amazing woman! Melissa! Even her name brought tingles to Abby now. She leaned in closer, trading her ‘mike’ for the eyeliner pencil as the song played in the background. She reflected on how she came to be so ebullient as she applied her make up – just enough to enhance her features, but not enough to give her ‘raccoon eyes’.

She couldn’t believe how much her life had changed in the past week. She was falling in love with an amazing woman. Melissa was so confident, so in control of her life. She knew exactly what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to go for it. The memory of that first encounter came back to her vividly. Sure it had been a little…vigorous. Maybe even rough, Abby thought. But already, with the time that had passed and with the tender way that Melissa had held her afterwards, Abby’s memory of the event was somewhat altered, the rougher parts smoothed out, so that only the pleasant parts held sway for her.

It was so different from her past relationships. Well, if the dates she had had could be called relationships. All the others women she'd been with had been timid about it, shy almost, like they weren't sure it was okay to be with someone of their same gender. Abby had always had to be the one to draw out their inner lesbian. But with Melissa, it was the opposite. Melissa knew exactly what she wanted, and was confident enough to go after it. Abby found herself feeling like a little girl in love, being taken care of by her sexy girlfriend.

She smiled shyly, blushing again as she thought of how nice it felt to her. How natural it seemed to just give in to what Melissa wanted. They'd had two more work-out sessions since that first one, but these were during the open hours of the fitness club, and they had not been able to repeat their performance of that first night. What they had managed was some pretty hot making out in the locker room afterwards. And after the last time, when Melissa had asked her out so sweetly, almost like a kid asking her out to the prom, how could Abby say 'no'?

So now she was almost ready. It was just supposed to be dinner, and maybe a drink or two afterwards, but Abby was so excited! She didn't even worry that someone who knew her might see her out with a woman. She could just explain it as being out with a friend if it came to that, but if being seen was what it took to be with Melissa, she would risk it.

They were meeting at a nearby restaurant, not far from the park near Abby's townhouse apartment. A quick 20 minute walk would get her there, but she didn't mind. It was a beautiful night, the moon was half full, and Melissa would be there. Abby could hardly wait as she checked her look one last time in the mirror before heading out and locking her door behind her. She hoped Melissa would like her dress. She hoped Melissa would think she looked pretty. She really wanted Melissa's approval.

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Melissa leaned back in her chair, smiling like the cat that ate the canary. Dinner had been entertaining and the part of her that was still the "old" Melissa has enjoyed getting to know Abby. Before she had been bitten, she envisioned that the two of them could have even been friends, perhaps even very close friends and confidants. Perhaps she would have even disclosed her then closeted bi-sexuality to Abby. Perhaps, perhaps.

As they sat side by side at the end of the small quiet bar across the street from the little Italian place where they had enjoyed their meal, Melissa's hands kept wandering, touching Abby's knee, her hands as they rested on the bar, gently rubbing Abby's back as the clearly self conscious Abby had stood and excused herself to the ladies' room at one point.

Melissa sniffed as Abby moved away, leaned back and basked in the moment. Their arousal was mutual and Melissa knew now was the time to make her move. There was a park about a block or two away that was wooded and deserted at night. While considered safe, she had relatively few concerns about her or Abby's personal safety. Any predators, human or otherwise, that might consider accosting them would quickly discover their roles reversed.

When Abby returned, seeming a little flushed and flustered, Melissa casually suggested they go for a nice moonlit stroll down the street and through the park. Melissa was playing coy, doing her best not to seem overly interested so as to make the already squirming Abby pursue her further.

"I'm a little tired. I might head home in a little bit, but the half moon looked so beautiful tonight. Some night air would feel so good."

Melissa paid for their drinks and the two women made their way out the door and toward the park. The moonlit sky was free of clouds, the night air was warm and the street free of both pedestrian and automobile traffic. Even the nighttime animals and insects seemed quieter than usual, almost as if sensing the approach of something dangerous.

As they entered the park, Melissa reached out and took Abby's hand without looking over at her. She remained silent as they moved forward, entering the shade of the tree line. She could hear Abby's heartbeat quickening, feel her pulse race, smell her ever increasing arousal. Melissa's own body was starting to ache with desire now. She wanted Abby, wanted her badly!

Just as they passed the first row of trees, Melissa stopped, released Abby's hand and stretched. "Mmmm, I do love a good walk in the night air. It's so comfortable, but I have to confess, Abby. I feel like it would be nicer wearing a little less, don't you think?" Melissa casually lifted her thin top up and peeled it over her head, exposing her bra and perfect breasts to the night. "Mmmm," Melissa purred as she absentmindedly stroked the sides of her breasts.

Melissa locked her eyes on Abby's and drew closer, backing Abby into a tree. Without a word, she reached out and gently stroked Abby's cheek. Her eyes narrowed, hungry, yet begging for Abby. For the first time, Melissa had dropped her guard, her old self shining through to expose just how badly she wanted and needed Abby. It lasted only an instant, but it was enough.

Melissa's hands rested on Abby's hips and she leaned in and gently kissed her friend's lips. The kiss was warm, soft and lingering. It was gentle, like soft summer rain.

The kiss lingered and slowly became something more. Tongues, nibbling of necks and ears, warm breath behind the ear... it was all a blur to Melissa now. She was breathing heavier now, panting like a dog. Hands fumbled, Melissa undid her bra, slipped it off and quickly undid her jeans. "Pull them down! Pull them down now!" she urgently commanded Abby. God, she wanted to feel the night air on her nude body. The air - and Abby's wet kisses!

Melissa seized the back of Abby's hair as she bent down to slide off Melissa's jeans. "My panties too. Take them off." Seconds later the soft breeze of the night air washed over her bare glistening sex. Her need was now fully on display for Abby to see, smell, and taste.

"Lick," she growled. "Lick my pussy, Abby. Lick it now!"

Melissa didn't wait for Abby to act and thrust her hips forward into Abby's face. "You know you want to eat me, Abby. You're fucking starving for my cunt, aren't you, you little bitch?"

Her hips thrust again, more forcefully this time. Melissa snarled hungrily. "Lick, bitch, lick! You fucking want me? Then show me!"

Oh, this was fun! Melissa was equally turned on by the aggressive show of force as she was by the actual sexual act. Commanding Abby like this was a dark, twisted thrill. She had dominated other men and women before, but there was something supremely satisfying about controlling Abby because she was different from the others. Melissa's wolfen side had seeded her with its savage animalistic nature and the knowledge that this seed was growing and changing Abby, just as it had done to Melissa, made the prospect of dominating another of her kind seem... right. Like somehow it was Melissa's place to lead and Abby's to follow. That Abby would obey and serve Melissa's whims, desires and needs.

With another vigorous thrust, Melissa slammed Abby's head against the tree and pinned her face into Melissa's oozing cunt. Melissa threw back her head and growled a dominant howl-like sound as the first strands of coarse pubic hairs began to sprout against Abby's face and sharp fingernails extended from the hands holding the side of Abby's head.

Abby's feet were walking on clouds. The whole evening had been like a fairy tale dream. Throughout dinner, the time just seemed to fly by. Every moment spent getting to know Melissa more just increased the giddy happy feeling that Abby felt inside every time she thought about it. It had seemed like so short a time, but the look on their waiter's face as they finally left the restaurant told her that they had kept his table occupied so that no others could be seated there. She decided she'd make it up to him in his tip if she ever had him for a waiter again.

After dinner, they had stopped at a little club for a couple drinks, and things seemed to be going even better. She had plenty of occasion to notice her own arousal just being around Melissa, but Melissa's frequent touches and caresses, her hungry looks, and her flirting smile told Abby that Melissa wanted her too, just as much. At one point she actually had to excuse herself to the ladies room to make sure that her wetness could not be noticed. It felt like her panties were soaked!

And when she had returned, Melissa suggested going for a walk in the park. The park lay between the bar and Abby's townhouse, so she was already thinking of inviting Melissa in when they arrived there.

They hadn't gone far when Melissa's hand reached out for hers. Abby's fingers slipped so easily into Melissa's grasp, as if it were the most natural thing in the world. 'I'm walking hand in hand with a gorgeous sexy woman!' Abby silently exalted. She could hardly believe it. She could be seen by anyone who knew her and she didn't even care. Granted that it was late, and no one she knew would likely be out in the park at this hour, but still.

Abby allowed Melissa to lead her into the tree line where the shadows offered concealment. She suspected what would happen; indeed, they both wanted something to happen. And she was determined to go along with whatever Melissa had in mind. For once in her life, Abby decided not to listen to the voice of the scared little lesbian inside her that was afraid someone would find out about her, that someone might know. 'Screw it!' she thought. 'I'm in love with a wonderful woman and I'm so happy, I don't care who knows it.'

But when Melissa turned to her and seductively stripped off her blouse right there in the park, Abby realized just how hard it was to break old habitual ways of thinking. The first thing she did was to look nervously around to see if anyone was looking. But Melissa didn't give her time for her insecurities to take root. Her lips took Abby's in a sensual kiss that enflamed Abby's passion and moistened her loins. She pressed her thighs together, shifting her weight from one leg to the other and feeling the squishing wetness between her legs. One thing led to another, and finally Melissa broke the kiss, hissing in an urgent whisper for Abby to pull down her pants and remove her panties.

"Melissa! Are you crazy? We can't! Someone will see us. We'll get in trouble!" Abby pleaded as the voice of reason. But she couldn't know that to Melissa, the voice of reason, conservative caution, was nothing more than unwelcome noise. But that single look in Melissa's eyes swayed Abby to comply without further protest. The look spoke of need and desire.....for her! Abby couldn't deny that; she wanted to fulfill that desire, and that wanting became her desire!

She hooked her fingers between the waistband of Melissa's jeans and her bare hips, and slowly slid the clothing down those toned thighs as she knelt before her lover. She felt Melissa's finger knot in her hair and her wetness increased in that same moment. As the panties came away as well, the scent of Melissa's tantalizing arousal wafted to Abby's nose and she groaned in her need, burying her face in Melissa's crotch and breathing in the aroma. In her mind, she wondered what was happening to her, but damnit, she wanted this so badly!
No, she needed it! It wasn't just the knowledge that Melissa desired her. It was the way Melissa was determined to get what she wanted from her that added to Abby's excitement. Her back was against the trunk of the tree, and Melissa's hand was fisted in her hair, holding her right there against that tempting cunt of hers. Abby hesitated, her mind a spinning maelstrom of thoughts and urges. What she wanted warred and conflicted with what she ought to do, what was proper.

But Melissa wasn't going to wait for her to make up her mind. And she wasn't going to take the chance of Abby backing out now. She growled her command for Abby to lick her, and forcefully thrust her hips forward, bumping her sex against Abby's lips. Abby tried to lick, but it wasn't fast enough, wasn't good enough. From Melissa's mouth came a torrent of commands and names that seemed to Abby to be almost abusive. She hesitated now because she was no longer sure she liked where this was going. This was not the tender, sweet lover of earlier in the evening. This was the Melissa that had taken her so forcefully on the shower room floor. This was not the way she wanted this wonderful night to end.

Abby started to protest this treatment. "Hey, Lover, take it easy will you? I'll do what you want, just give me a chance."

But Melissa was too lost in her lust to listen. She was not about to listen to Abby's waffling. She knew Abby wanted this as much as she did, and she was getting sick of this hesitation over every little thing. Her hips thrust again, more forcefully this time. Melissa snarled hungrily. "Lick, bitch, lick! You fucking want me? Then show me!"

Melissa's pussy bashed into Abby's mouth again with nearly bruising force. Abby looked up at her friend with a cross expression. "Cut it out, I mean it! You don't have to be so rough!" Abby's eyes flashed defiance, and Melissa reacted even more forcefully, thrusting her hips forward so hard that it banged Abby's head against the tree trunk behind her, and pinning her face there with her wet aroused pussy. The impact jolted Abby enough to send bright spots of light dancing in her vision, and she could feel the warm wetness from Melissa's cunt smearing her cheek. In a sudden burst of strength she didn't know she had, Abby pushed both hands against Melissa's hips, shoving her back, then she stood up abruptly, facing Melissa with an angry glare.

"I told you I DON"T LIKE IT THAT WAY!" She could hear the anger and frustration in her own voice, and it upset her as much as the fact that one of the most wonderful nights in her life had turned into this. She could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. She didn't want to cry in front of Melissa. Something told her not to show weakness. So it only made her angrier with herself, with the situation, when she heard her own voice squeak out in a frustrated sob, "Why? It was going so nice, why did you have to ruin it?" In embarrassed anger and hurt she turned quickly on her heels and stalked off into the woods, headed for her town house across the park.

She had just lost sight of Melissa through the woods when she heard it. A howl split the night and froze her in her tracks. A small part of her wanted to answer it for some reason, but that made no sense to her. An even larger part of her recalled the stark terror of the night she was attacked as if it was a palpable feeling. Her blood ran chill, and she turned back down the path, picking up her pace to a fast walk to get home faster. Moments later she thought she heard footsteps behind her. Risking a quick glance over her shoulder revealed a figure, cloaked in shadows of the trees, but with glowing eyes, following her. It seemed to be stalking her. At first she thought it might be Melissa, but from what she could see of it, it seemed larger than she would be. Taller, and....hairier?

Abby picked up her pace yet again. Three more blocks and she'd be at her doorstep. She heard the howl again and almost immediately, before she could stop herself, she responded in a whine. Or was it a whimper of fear? She didn't know, because it had the same strange lilting quality of the howl. She definitely heard the sound of running footsteps now behind her and she glanced back again. She saw the tall figure loping towards her in an easy stride, but one that seemed to eat up the distance between them unnervingly fast. Abby panicked. She turned and ran as fast as she could towards her house.

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She stumbled over the curb at her front lawn, near the juniper bushes. She turned back to look as she rested her hands on her knees for a moment. For the last several minutes, she hadn't heard the sounds of pursuit behind her, and she wondered if whoever it was had given up. She took a few steps backward as she peered intently back down the street the way she had just come. Satisfied that she had lost her pursuer, her heart still racing in her chest, breasts heaving under her dress, she turned to hurry into the safety of her home. Just as she turned, she was hit with the force of a full body tackle that bore her roughly to the ground from behind. It came from the direction she hadn't been expecting anything, from the bushes near her front door.

The weight of the attacker bore her to the ground to her hands and knees in the grass of her front lawn. She yelped in fright until a voice growled in her ear. "You're mine, Abby! I made you! You don't run from me; you're mine! You hear?"

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Melissa stood fuming with anger. A cold, murderous rage crept up her spine. Goosebumps rose on her flesh as she glared after the fleeing Abby. That fucking bitch! Who did she think she was? She was lucky to be alive. She owed so much to Melissa. Ungrateful cunt!

The anger only aroused Melissa further. Rejection was something to which the new Melissa had become unaccustomed. She looked up into the sky at the half moon that shone overhead and something within her stirred. Melissa slowly smiled to herself, her heart beginning to beat faster, her pulse quickening.

She began to masturbate, slowly sliding her index and middle fingers into her moist wet pussy. With her other hand she kneaded and massaged her breasts, breathing heavy, almost panting. Sweat poured off of her body and she could taste blood in her mouth. She opened it and felt blood trickling off of her lips, filling her mouth with its bitter taste, exciting her even more. Her canine teeth felt longer than normal, but in her aroused state she didn't dwell on this long. Dropping to all fours she lifted one of her hands and slid it into her womanhood, flicking her fingers in a come-hither motion, pumping on her hand. She felt so dirty and yet so alive. The sounds of the night filled her ears as every animal, bird, and insect in the forest seemed to be going wild all of the sudden. She continued to play with herself until she started to shudder and hiss, biting her bottom lip as the blood flow increased.

Melissa's spine pulsed, rose up and began to elongate. Her fingernails and toenails darkened and began to extend. Patches of dark brown hair began to sprout and extend across her body, first appearing on her shoulder where she had been bitten on that terrible night, then it spread across her upper back and neck. Thicker, denser pubic hairs pressed outward, brushing against her palm.

Her ears pointed at the tips, then grew out and up, causing her whole face to contort trying to compensate for this. Her jaw pushed out further as her teeth needed more room to grow larger and sharper. Melissa opened her mouth wide as her gums bled. She could feel her teeth growing longer, forcing her mouth wider. Her tongue too was lengthening, rounding out more. Soon her upper canines felt so long and thick her mouth couldn't contain them. Then her bottom teeth seemed to grow sharp and rise up to meet the tops, her jaw expanding to fit her growing teeth. Her nostrils flared as her nose stretched and grew out, becoming more animal-like with each passing second. Her dark brown hair was a mess as it grew longer, traveling down her back, covering her stretching skin as her muscles grew.

The orgasm felt as if it would never stop; she couldn't let it stop. Melissa threw back her head and unleashed an animalistic HOOOOWWWLLLL into the night.

Sniffing at the air, Melissa caught Abby's scent and sprang to her two feet. Looking a little like something out of an old Lon Cheney film, she was taller, stronger, hairier, and as she discovered seconds later, faster. She scrambled through the forest, in dogged pursuit of her prey. No longer thinking clearly like a human, let alone the "new" Melissa, she quickly circled around her quarry, getting ahead of her and then lying in wait near the front of her house. The place smelled of Abby and Melissa's clouded animalistic mind still reasoned enough to guess that this was her bitch's destination.

The sexual release and hunt had been a much needed release for her wolfen side and as she lay in wait in the bushes, Melissa's altered form began to revert back to her own with hair receding, nose, ears, teeth and nails shortening and spine contracting. The change hadn't completely reverted by the time Abby arrived, with elongated nails and teeth and some excess hair still remaining present.

With a wolfen snarl, Melissa bounded forward, tackling Abby to the ground like a linebacker. Pinning her down, Melissa's growls quickly silenced Abby's squeals and cries of fright. Leaning down to her ear, Melissa snarled a warning. "You're mine, Abby! I made you! You don't run from me; you're mine! You hear?"

Grabbing at Abby's clothing, Melissa roughly pulled and tugged, her sharpened nails helping to tear through the soft fabrics. Dress and bra were torn away in seconds and Melissa's hungry mouth was aggressively biting at Abby's nipples as her clawed hands shredded her prey's panties. Pinning Abby's wrists down above her head, Melissa savagely bit at her neck, growling and snarling and holding her in place as she moved her hips over Abby's. With a thrust, Melissa pressed her now dripping sex against Abby's. Her tongue lapped at the bit of Abby's blood that filled her mouth as she began to move in a circular motion with her hips. Melissa's swollen clit ground against Abby's pussy lips, seeking to invade her like a cock.

As Melissa continued grinding her pussy against Abby's, she released her neck, shifted her weight slightly and pressed her breasts into Abby's face. "Pleasure me, Abby. You know you want to."

After a few minutes, Melissa sat up and shifted her legs into a scissor position against Abby's cunt. She continued to grind her sex into that of her prey, moving her hips in a rhythmic circular pattern. Melissa's moans and cries grew louder and louder as her arousal grew. Her fluids were flowing like a gentle brook now, pouring forth, slickening Abby's lips, bathing her with her juices.

Looking up at the bright half-moon overhead, Melissa felt a sudden stirring as her wolfen nature began to rear its head again. With a growl, she pulled her hips back, dug her clawed hands into Abby's side, and rolled her onto her stomach. Getting behind her, she pulled Abby's ass up into the air enough to grant herself access to her bitch's cunt again.

"Mine!" she snarled as her tongue again lengthened and her teeth extended.

Melissa thrust her sex forward and resumed grinding against Abby, now behind her. The position was a dominant one and Melissa relished the control. Dark thoughts filled her already clouded brain. She longed for the full moon now. The transformation and the power that would come with it! The part of her that was still Melissa wished she could remember the feelings and sensations of the change and of being a wolf when she was a woman again. She knew somehow that it was utterly exhilarating! And the sex she would have with Abby then would be beyond anything she'd ever experienced before, as woman or as werewolf. Of course, Abby had no idea what awaited her, just as Melissa hadn't known the first few times. But that was her problem and she could deal with it just as Melissa had... with fear and uncertainty. Eventually she would see Melissa as a rock of strength, an anchor of support to hold her together and guide her. And Melissa would ensure that Abby obeyed her every word.

Mine!

The grinding and growling continued with Melissa also raking Abby's back with her sharp nails and tugging on her hair. Finally, after what felt like forever, a powerful orgasm washed over Melissa and she half howled, half screamed in ecstasy as her juices squirted forth, spraying Abby's swollen sex. Slowly the feelings subsided and Melissa felt almost in a state of shock over what had just happened. Sweat was dripping off her perfect body as she was crouched over Abby's body. She took one glance at her and with a look of pleasure mixed with disgust asked, "Did I do this?"

Melissa slowly stood up, still panting as her mind cleared. She'd been on a date with Abby. They'd gone to the park, had begun to have sex. Abby had gotten angry when Melissa had gotten carried away. She had left. And then... ? Melissa wasn't sure but judging from the looks of things, she had apparently...

No, she couldn't have! Could she? Had she actually... she struggled to think the word... raped... Abby? A strange feeling rippled through her as she stood there in silence over Abby's abused and trembling body. Melissa suddenly realized that she was aroused and touching herself! And the thought of further taking and using Abby was only turning her on more!

"I... I'm sorry, Abby." she whispered, then turned and fled back into the forest as fast as she could. Her mind was racing in a million directions and the rest of the night was a blur. Somehow she made it back to the clearing, gathered her clothing, then made it to her car and drove home. She made it into her bathroom, stripped off her clothing and passed out on the floor of the shower with cold water pouring down over her.

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How long had she been out? An hour? Two? Four? Melissa was uncertain, but when she came to the water beating down on her was ice cold. Nonetheless, it didn't seem to bother her. Climbing out of the shower, she toweled herself off and stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Things were clearer now. She had partially transformed and stalked Abby, then pounced on her. She'd raped her. It had been rough and aggressive. She had been mostly human when she'd taken her. And worst of all, she'd liked it.

The thought sank in, a cold dark nightmare within a dream, or perhaps a dream within a nightmare.

But why are you so concerned, Melissa, she thought to herself. You're a werewolf. She's a werewolf now too. Or at least she will be soon. This is your nature. Her nature. Once she changes a few times, it will start to change who she is, just like it changed you.

Walking out of the bathroom, Melissa glanced at a framed photo of herself and Brad, her former boyfriend, smiling in one another's arms. Happier times. She was sweet and innocent then, never dreaming of doing the things her body ached to do now. That had been before the attack. Brad was dead now and she was forever changed.

For a moment, she wondered whether a cure was possible. In werewolf movies, the cursed protagonist sometimes sought out a cure, like eating the heart of the werewolf that bit you. She shook her head, dismissing such foolish thoughts. Only in Hollywood. There wouldn't be any cures. And besides, why would I ever want to go back to being the foolish girl I was before? That Melissa was so naive. Maybe that werewolf did me a favor. I'm stronger now, my career has never been so good and my sex life is on fire.

A cruel grin formed over Melissa's lips. Abby was hers now. And it was time to have some fun with her little animal control officer.

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Several hours later, Melissa walked out of the post office with a self satisfied smile on her face. The dog collar and leash she'd mailed to Officer Abby had been coated with a little something extra that Abby's increasingly sensitive nose would no doubt detect. The package had no return address and no note. The address had been done with a label maker and with a US Postal envelope it looked like something "official" or like a lost and found drop-off.