The Sweet Tooth
My stories are copyrighted, so NO takee! This is a little short story in the spirit of the season. The Sweet Tooth By William W. Kelso I paused and carefully sniffed the air, my ears flicking towards the slightest of sounds. My sensitive nose quivered as I sampled the scents the night breeze brought to me, but no sign of any prey yet. But it was early, they would be out soon. I ran my long tongue over my fangs in anticipation, and my stomach growled. It's been five years since I was turned and became a Lycan, that's Werewolf to the less informed. I was pretty much turned the usual way, by accident. Most Werefolk; lupine and others, pretty much just want to be left alone. But if you mess with us we'll kick your butt, or bite it, or both. In my case I ran into a Lycan on a bike trail one evening; while riding my fancy Italian racing bike, ran over her tail, and got bit for my affront. Plus she tore my expensive new bike into little pieces while I ran away screaming. She looked me up later and helped me adjust to my new life, which is actually pretty cool despite all the hair on the furniture and having to shave five times a day. Plus I joined her pack, a rather loosely organized bunch of Lycans out of Houston. We get together once a month on the one night we have to change (you got it, the full moon thing) and go eat some cows, and then have a great orgy afterwards. Changing makes you hungry, and horny, in that order. I definitely have more luck with the ladies as a Werewolf then as a man. It was time to hunt though, so I took a bag with me and rode my new bike to a nice isolated patch of woods, stripped and willed the change, then put my clothes in the bag and hid it and the bike. It's an incredible rush to change, to become something else, and to feel the beast awaken inside of you and come out. It's hard to control at first; and a little painful and very scary, but once you learn to control it and stay in charge it's fucking fantastic. We can change any time of the day or night at will, and can go from an anthro (wolfman) form all the way to four legged depending on what we want. The full moon is the only night we have to change, and the few days before and after we have to be careful. I almost changed the night before a full moon once in a Wal-Mart while I was watching the show "Being Human" on a TV in the electronics department. Pretty good show; they pretty much got the change part right, but we're really not that bloodthirsty (unless you step on our tail). But when you first get turned you really need to have another Lycan there to help you out though as it is pretty traumatizing the first couple of times; of the opposite sex, to help with the post change lust, as otherwise you might go rogue. Those are the ones that give us the bad rep. We usually have to hunt those poor things down and kill them ourselves as once the beast rules there's no turning back. Think of a rogue as sociopath and/or psychotic killer and it's a pretty good comparison. It's hard on us though as we feel sorry for the poor messed up things. But we can't let them run tearing people apart. I sampled the air again, but still nothing. The prey gets harder to find every year it seems like. You have to be careful hunting them as they often keep to well lighted areas, travel in herds, and have adults for protection. I licked my fangs again in anticipation; I always managed to find some though. I was in an anthro form, about two thirds through a full change. It was a good variable form as you can also on all fours if you have too for greater speed. I decided to change my position and move around more instead of waiting in ambush. I'd had a lot of luck in this area last year. I quickly crossed a street and loped into the cover of a dark alley sticking close to the fences. Any dog that scented me was smart enough to keep quiet. We love dogs, to eat that is. And they know it, so who says they're stupid? Cats are nasty though, and too damn fast. They are fun to chase though. I reached another street and took a quick look around. Yes, at last! I could see some prey down the street, and they were heading in my direction! Excellent! I found a good concealed ambush position in a thick clump of bushes and waited, licking my chops. My stomach growled again. Soon, I told it, soon we will feast! I watched as the prey slowly approached, they were slow and taking their time and I gave a low whine of impatience. I wanted them, now! There were three of them, two males and one female, all young, and the best thing was no adults in sight! It would be easy; and if I was lucky I'd get all three! I crouched lower and couldn't help but give a low rumbling growl as the saliva dripped off my fangs and long lolling tongue. I could smell them now, so sweet and tender! My stomach growled again and I gave an impatient whine. The hunger, I needed to satisfy my horrible craving! At the last second they suddenly paused, their instincts warning them of an unseen presence. It was now, or never, I must strike before they could take flight! With a loud snarling roar I leaped from the bushes and struck! They never had a chance. With loud screams the three Trick or Treaters dropped their bags of candy and ran away as fast as they could as I spread my clawed hands wide and howled at them. I gave one final howl, grabbed the bags of candy, and took off down the alley. I added them to the dozen other bags I'd already collected. Then I went back to my hunting, at this rate I'd have enough candy to feed me until next year. With a low growl I crouched behind a large tree, my next prey already in sight! This night I would feast! The End ********************************************************************************************************