Happy Howloween
This story is rated "Y" for Yiffy. Reader discretion is advised. Be warned, this story contains violence, death, and blood, none of which are in the yiff. "So you coming to the party tonight, Taylor," Burt said, gripping the tan brown haired cheerleader by the waist, pulling her in close. "Of course honey," Taylor said smiling, "I wouldn't miss it for the world; who all is going to come?" "Pretty much the football team, and some of them invited your cheerleader friends, also some guys in my classes and you can bring whoever else you want," Burt replied. "Sounds like a fun night," Taylor giggled. Burt leaned in and kissed her cheek, stroking her hair a bit until Frank, his best friend, ran up beside him. "Hey Burt," Frank said, "I got everything we need for tonight yesterday; food, drinks, wood, you name it." "Awesome," Burt exclaimed, slapping Frank on the back, "You're the best, man. Oh hey, check it out." Frank turned and saw what Burt was staring at; Stan Duhler and his flock of loser friends came walking out of the cafeteria and were walking past them. Burt moved up behind Stan and put him in a headlock, catching him off guard while his friends could only watch. "Let go, Burt," Stan groaned, trying to squirm free of the bully, "Seriously." "Hey dumb shits, did you get your invitations to my Halloween party tonight?" Burt said teasingly, watching their blank faces. "Oh that's right; you didn't get them because you weren't invited. Now, I want to make this perfectly clear, if I catch any of you at the party tonight, I'll kick the living shit out of you, got it?" The other gave him a subtle nod and he released Stan, walking away with Frank and Taylor, laughing amongst themselves at their expense. Stan rubbed his neck and rejoined his friends, grumbling hateful things to himself. "That asshole," Stan mumbled, trying to pat down his messed up wavy brown hair, "He always has to mess with us and tell us when we can't go to something." "Just forget him," sighed Drew, a black haired skinny guy with glasses; Drew was gay but he hid it well, but was still a target for bullies like the rest of his friends, "He's just a bastard who's gonna end up miserable for the rest of his life." "I just wish he wouldn't mess with Stan so much," Claire said; she was fairly attractive with great dirty blonde hair and a warm personality, but her bleeding heart labeled her a "Save the Whales" geek. "Maybe he has a grudge against him for puking on him at his 10th birthday party," Jenn answered, laughing a bit; Jenn was a bit off and most of the time completely random unless with her close friends. "Yeah, that might explain it," Stan replied, "But I'm gonna show him I'm not afraid of him; I'm going to that party." "What," all three friends exclaimed, catching Stan off guard. After an awkward silence, the three of them regained their composure. "What we mean is you shouldn't go," Jenn stated, "Burt and his friends will kill you on site; you'd be against the whole football team." "I don't care, and I can always try and get them arrested for assault," Stan replied, continuing to walk to his locker. "But what about your little brother Charlie," Claire asked, "Doesn't your mom and dad make you take your little brother trick or treating?" "Not this year," Stan said as he opened his locker and pulled out his backpack, "They finally decided he was old enough to go on his own." "Look Stan, you really shouldn't go out tonight," Drew warned, "Some really weirdoes come out on Halloween, and Burt lives on a farm on the fringe of the woods, the perfect place for you to get jumped, probably by Burt and his friends." "Jeez Drew, I'm not six years old," Stan sighed, "Look, I'm going to that party, now are you guys coming?" "We can't," Jenn replied, "We're pretty much tied up for this evening." "Well okay then," Stan said shouldering his backpack, "I'll see you guys later on during the weekend." "Just stay safe, Stan," Claire called out as he left, "Don't go into those woods." "Yeah, I heard ya," Stan called back, waving back to them as he walked to the school's main entrance.
Stan stood at the very edge of the woods, staring at the mass of students in Burt's massive backyard, a large bonfire was lit a safe distance from the house with a series of tables loaded with alcoholic drinks and various snacks as everyone danced to the music booming from a massive boom box sitting inside the back of a van. Everyone, or at least a good majority of the teens from high school, were there, dancing to the music, hanging out with each other, most dressed up in simple costumes like ghosts and zombies. After taking a deep breath, Stan walked out into the open and slowly made his to the core of the party goers. The music was loud and the area was dimly lit, the only source of light being the massive bin fire and the full moon above. Smiling to himself, Stan started dancing near a hot girl he had seen in his Chemistry class, moving in close as to get her attention; the girl turned and smiled, dancing in alongside him, her lovely green eyes looked to his. "You're in my chemistry class, right?" She called out over the music, "You got some good moves." "Thanks," Stan called back, "I never did the chance to know your name." "It's Cindy," She said with a laugh, "What's yours?" "Stan," he replied happily. "It's nice to finally talk to you Stan," Cindy shouted, "You liking it so far?" "Eh, it's not too ba-augh..." Stan grunted as he felt a fist slam down on his back. Stan staggered forward, gasping in surprise, and tumbled to his knees, everyone staring at him. As Stan coughed and moaned, someone grabbed the back of his shirt and with a great force hauled him up and yanked him back. Stan stumbled backwards, this time not losing his balance, gazing at the sea of students staring back at him; Burt stood a mere two three feet from him, along with Frank and a good number of his football playing friends. "Hey duckweed," Burt called out, "I told you that you weren't invited." "My bad," Stan retorted, "But I don't speak fagonese." Burt's face turned into a twisted mask of rage and he charged Stan; Stan immediately swung and connected with Burt's shoulder, but the titan like football athlete tackled him to the ground, pinning him in the grass and slamming his fist not once, but three times into Stan's chest. As Burt backed off, Stan coughed and hacked, trying to breathe as the sound of laughter erupted from the crowd. Burt's friends came to Burt's side as the towered over Stan, who was crawling a few feet away before slowly and painfully picking himself up. "Get out of here, queer," Burt shouted, "Run your pussy ass back to your loser friends before we fuck you up big time." Stan opened his mouth to spout out the first insult he could come up with, but stopped, realizing that Burt wasn't just making any false threats; the football bully always messed with him inside and outside of school, but could never get too rough in public. But out here on his property he could do anything to Stan and get away with it, plus he had his equally imposing friends with him to ensure a very violent and painful beat down. His face flushed with anger, Stan turned his back and started walking away to the dirt road that cut through the forest, insults seeming to fly and stab into his back as he retreated. "That's right, run home to yo' momma!" "For a retard you're actually pretty smart, you fag!" "Run home bitch boy!" Stan muttered angrily to himself and started down the dirt path, slowly disappearing from the partygoer's view, who shouted with joy and went back to partying. Burt moved to one of his friends, a defensive linebacker named T.J. and pulled him to one side. "Follow that fucker until he hits the road," Burt murmured, "And make sure he doesn't try and weasel his way back here. If he does, beat the shit out of him for me." "Sure thing, man," T.J. said with a smile. "And watch your ass out there," Burt added, "You could get lost in those woods at night if you get off the trail and this night won't include me sucking some snake venom out of your ass, got it?" "Don't worry," T.J. stated as he started towards the dirt road into the woods, "I'm scarier than anything in those woods." Up ahead Stan trudged down the path, fuming with his treatment. There were times he wished he could just go postal and fucking mow every one of those football assholes with a machine gun, but he never could handle the idea of becoming a household name in his small town. With the party sounds long gone, Stan was now all alone on the dirt path, the only sound emitting from the woods was the slight scamper of a squirrel and the croaking of a large toad, his only source of light the full moon shining brilliantly in the slightly cloudy sky through the tree branches overhead. "Stupid fucking cocksuckers," Stan hissed through his teeth, his chest still aching, "I hope that bonfire gets out of control and roasts their asses straight to hell." Stan kept walking, occasionally kicking the dirt up from the road and letting out a mild roar of hate every once in awhile. As he walked, Stan realized just how long it took him to go down this path, and just how creepy those shadowy woods looked, the sounds ending and ushering a dead silence not helping his thoughts; Stan shook his head and kept moving, knowing full well that nothing dangerous could be in these woods, especially with the butt-fuckers brigade screaming their heads off down the opposite way. Stan stopped for a moment, shivering slightly in the cold air as he rubbed his hands, wishing he was near that bonfire. Stan breathed on his cupped hands, sniffing loudly when he heard a low growl. Stan looked up, slightly alarmed and looked all around; he could see nothing but tree trunks and shadows as a new sensation of fear started to work its way up his spine. Another growl emitted to his right and he faced the direction it came from; there was the sound of a branch snapping and the rustling of dead leaves. Starting to become more frightened, Stan started walking down the path a bit faster, keeping his eyes forward and trying to forget what he heard. Yet another growl emitted, but this time it came from up the path; Stan stayed perfectly still, paralyzed by fear as the growling continued along with the sound of dirt shifting as something approached him. Stan could see something coming slowly towards him, hunched over and apparently walking awkwardly on four legs; as he peered into the darkness, Stan could see something that was covered in thick black fur, had a fairly large body that could easily be twice his size if standing upright, and seemed to be sniffing and growling. At a distance of twenty yards Stan could make out the thing on the path ahead; it looked like a large misshapen dog with no tail, bigger than any he had ever seen before, its large paws on each limb having a set of sharp black claws, its eyes a hellish mixture of red and yellow that seemed to stare directly into Stan's to burn into his very soul, its mouth agape, saliva dripping out over a horrific set of large canine teeth. "N-n-nice doggy," Stan stammered, backing away slowly, "Good boy; stay." As Stan started walking back, the dog moved slowly towards him, snarling and growling, eye's locked onto him. Stan turned around, his head looking back over his shoulder and started to walk faster, but the dog followed; finally Stan gave into fear and started running as fast as he could, no longer looking back at the animal as he panted hard, feet kicking up loads of dirt. Stan chanced a glance backwards and saw nothing; the huge dog was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly Stan hit something and fell on his ass, scared shitless. "Ow, you little fucker," T.J. grunted, brushing his shoulder, "You're gonna pay for that you little bitch!" "Dude, T.J.," Stan panted, "There's a big ass wild dog back there!" "Shut the fuck up," T.J. shouted; he kicked out with his right foot and hit Stan in the arm, making him cry out and clutch it in pain. T.J. backed up a bit, looked around on the ground, and picked up a small rock. "I'm gonna fuck your shit up, asshole!" T.J. raised up his hand with the rock firmly clenched, towering over Stan as he readied to bash him. From out of the shadows came a loud roar and a flash of yellow eyes and white teeth, then an explosion of red came as T.J.'s arm disappeared. Screaming in pain, T.J. staggered backwards, staring at his stump of an arm; Stan rose up, just in time to see the wild dog tackle T.J. to the ground. Stan could only watch as the animal began eating the football player; T.J. screamed bloody murder as the beast snarled and ripped his torso open, its front paws, which looked more like hands, shredded his flesh as the vicious fangs ate the muscle and fat, spitting out bone and bits of organs. Unable to watch anymore, Stan ran off the path and into the woods, the sounds of T.J.'s screams and the beast's snarls echoing behind him. Stan ran a good distance before stopping, panting hard, a cold sweat coating his body as his heart pounded inside his chest; he couldn't believe that some he knew, even though he didn't like them, just got mauled by an animal right in front of him. Stan leaned against a tree, trying to catch his breath and keep from crying out least the beast heard him. The boy's mind raced, trying to plot out what he should do; should he go back to the party and tell them what happened, would they even believe him, and would he make it there before he got eaten? Stan looked around and came to a frightening realization; he was lost in the dark woods. A load howl came from behind him and he froze; a few yards away he could hear something moving through the bushes, something big and sniffing the air. Stan started to panic, knowing it was only a matter of time before it sniffed him out. Thinking quickly, Stan picked up a rock and tossed it as hard as he could to the far left; the rock hit a tree in the distance and a loud snarl came from the beast as it hurtled toward the sound. Stan took his chance and quietly moved to the right, back to where he believed the party was; he had to get a hold of someone to take care of that monster before it got anyone else. Stan stopped and looked back, checking to see if the beast could be seen; Stan's breath could be seen in the cold night air as rapid gusts of fog poured from his mouth. Not seeing the beast, Stan let out one long exhale and just stopped breathing for a moment as he shook with relief, only to have a cold chill run up his spine. Stan had stopped breathing, yet wisps of hot breath emitted from behind him; before he could do anything, Stan was shoved to the ground, pinned by something heavy and was forcefully rolled over onto his back. Stan let out a horrified cry as not one, but two massive black dogs held his to the ground, snarling and glaring at him. Stan shook under them, completely paralyzed with fear as their heads moved closer to him, sniffing him lightly. The two animals seemed to back off a bit but kept him pinned, looking at each other with curiosity; Stan watched the two canines, wondering why he was still alive. Surprisingly, one of the animals lifted off of him and traveled one of its clawed paw-hands down his stomach and stopped at his waist; Stan wasn't sure what it was going to do until the sharp claws ripped through his jeans. Stan tried to kick the beast off of him, but couldn't get his feet to come in contact with it as its fangs hooked into his boxers and ripped them off. "The fuck," Stan started to yell before the beast holding him down pressed hard and snarled, causing him to freeze in terror. The beast at his groin sniffed him lightly, its cold nose pressing into his flesh and making him jump; Stan wanted to close his legs, but feared how the beast would react, however the thought left his mind as a long wide tongue licked over his limp shaft. Stan gasped in shock, unable to believe that this creature was licking his dick and despite his fear he was kind of enjoying it; as his shaft became firm, the beast lowered its canine muzzle and took in his length, his tip almost reaching the back of the throat. Stan shuddered as his erection was sucked and licked by the warm canine mouth, though still shuddering in fear whenever he felt the teeth touch his skin; the monster on top of him suddenly shifted up, climbing over him until its hips were above his face and sitting down forcefully on him. As Stan tried to breathe through the thick black fur, his face felt something moist and hot; the boy suddenly realized that the beast was a female, and obviously aroused. Unsure what to do, Stan just lied on the ground with the other beast sucking him off, until the one on his face growled irritably; not wanting to piss it off any further, Stan stuck out his tongue and gingerly licked the moist lips, feeling the creature shudder and growl on top of him. Now stuck in a strange sexual encounter with two monsters, Stan tried as hard as possible to relax; his tongue swirled around the canine's lips, giving the click a good suck every now and then as the other one sucked on his tip hard, making Stan groan and push his hips into its mouth. Without warning, the creature on top of him was forcefully shoved off his face by the one that was licking his dick who proceeded to climb over him, its chest above his head and its hips above his; before Stan knew it, the monster pressed itself down on Stan's cock, the teen groaning in surprised pleasure as he felt the hot pussy engulf his shaft. The one that was shoved off Stan growled in frustration, sitting on the ground as the other started to bounce on top of Stan roughly, growling happily as its furry buttocks slammed on his balls, making him wince. As the beast fucked him, Stan could see twin orbs jiggling within its black chest fur; curiosity over taking him, Stan gripped the two objects and felt two nipples that he proceeded to pinch and tweak. The beast seemed to love the treatment, wriggling it hips and shaking with pleasure; his confidence building, Stan pressed his face to the right breast and suckled on the teat, biting down a bit and sucking hard, enjoying how the monster groaned and shivered on top of him. Stan's hips met the beasts as she descended his shaft, starting to really enjoy himself despite the bizarrely horrific circumstance, the monster seeming to enjoy it even more as it panted loudly and bounced harder, her inner muscles tightening around him to the point of discomfort. He only had to endure the discomfort for another minute or so until the beast howled and she clamped down tightly on him, warm liquid flooding down his shaft; the creature slumped forward, its breasts on either side of Stan's head, nearly suffocating him in its thick black chest fur. All of a sudden, the warmth of the beast's pussy was swiftly removed as well as the beast itself; Stan sat up and saw the other one pulling the exhausted beast off of him and setting it on the ground. Once it was done, the beast turned its back to Stan and bent down on all fours, its tailless rump raised up in the air, moving slightly from side to side; Stan thought that he could try to run, but quickly realized that it was safer to stay the course and stood up, walking timidly up to the beasts rear, his cock tip touching its wet pouty lips before pushing himself in slowly, watching as the beast arched its back and growled lustily. As he pushed himself all the way in, Stan gripped the furry black hips tight and started to slowly pull in and out of the creature's orifice, sighing happily to himself as his cock was once more in a warm tight pussy. It felt strange that he was starting to get used to the situation but Stan's concern started to dwindle immensely; even though he was fucking a massive wolf like beast doggy style, he couldn't help but feel turned on, thus urging him to continue with more energy than he previously committed. Stan gripped the beast tightly and started to build up his tempo with increasing force, his balls smacking gently on the beasts black furred pussy, the creature itself growling and moaning with a surprised pleasure, its claws digging into the ground. Stan panted as he felt himself close since he didn't cum inside the first beast, but held back knowing full well that if he did not sate the monster's lust he would end up as food. Bending over onto the beast's back and forcing its upper half into the ground, he bucked as hard as he could down into its hot wet pussy, his fingers rubbing the clit and making the beast whimper and buck back just as hard, its vaginal walls clinging to him tightly. Stan was starting to sweat and just seconds from cumming hard into the monster until the beast beat him to it and snarled in bestial pleasure and climaxed, its vice like vagina sending him over the edge and making him erupt inside the tight pussy, his cum and the beast's spilling out of the orifice and dripping over both Stan's balls and the monster's legs which quivered before giving out and causing both of them to collapse. The beast's chest heaved as it panted hard, Stan lying on its back, trembling with pleasure as he slipped himself out of the messy pussy; Stan rested on the monster, waiting for his strength to return so he could carefully move away from the beasts, and since he gave them what they wanted he figured they wouldn't harm him. Trying to be as quiet as can be, Stan started tiptoeing away from the two beasts, keeping his eyes on the two of them as they growled softly in their afterglows. Once he was far enough, Stan turned around only to be met by the blazing gold and crimson eyes of a third monster, its bloodied jaws open wide as it roared and gripped Stan by the neck and lifting him clear off the ground. Stand gurgled with fright as he beast carried him back to the other two beasts by his throat, his legs weakly kicking out at the creature; staring into its bloody maw, Stan could see bits of flesh and muscle, coming to the horrifying realization that this was the monster that attacked T.J. not too long ago. The beast dropped Stan on his ass and leapt upon him, pinning him to the ground like the others had done. The wolf's face came close to Stan's, its eyes locking onto his as it snarled in its face, the rank stench of flesh and blood making Stan gag; the beast gazed at its own kind, seeing their messy slits and relaxed demeanor as they rose to their feet, or paws. Giving Stan a look over, the monster's eye rested on his sticky half flaccid dick for awhile before glaring back in his face; gripping the back of Stan's head, the beast rammed his face into its groin. Stan coughed and gasped through the thick black fur when he felt to dangling orbs touch his lips; the boy struggled against the monster's hand, drawing the line at licking a male beast's nuts, until the claws dug sharply into his scalp. Reluctantly, Stan started to lick through the fur and taste the salty furry balls, the monster giving him a low growl as a red canine cock began to peek out of its black sheathe. With its claws hooked to Stan's head, the beast raised the boy from its testicle to tend to it growing member; as the vice-like grip tightened, Stan grimaced and licked over the tip, the beast shivering at the sensation of its sensitive head getting tasted. More and more of the shaft came out, measuring a good ten inches and sending a shiver of fear down Stan's spine; the wolf angled Stan's head and crammed some of its cock into his open mouth, making Stan squirm and gurgle in disgust. The beast relaxed, its haunches lowering so far down that its butt fur tickled Stan's half erect cock and balls; Stan's cock twitched and started hardening, his length actually going into the thick fur no matter how disgusted Stan was. Stan tried to slacken his jaw a bit to accommodate the large length, which he was thankful that it was too big to even try and go down his throat, his cheeks aching as he sucked the thick meat and licked the belly with his tongue, his hands shakily grasping the massive balls, massaging them gently in an attempt to make it cum faster. In the corner of his eye, Stan saw the two other beasts doing something and did his best to look around the monster groin; Stan's eyes widened and cock throbbed as he saw the tow female piled on top of one another, their muzzles pressed between each other's legs, licking at their genitals hungrily, growling and writhing in pleasure. The male monster shuddered as Stan unknowingly increased his sucking as he watched the two females eat each other out, its legs shaking and causing it to lower itself down, the tight anus landing on Stan's tip; the feeling in his cock so intense from seeing the two beasts made Stan throw caution to the wind, pressing his cock harder and harder to the anus until the head finally went inside, making the monster let out a surprised growl. Stan froze, horrified as the concept of the monster eating his face off after entering its ass, but surprisingly that vision did not happen; instead, the beast pressed itself down, Stan groaning around the fat cock as the hot tight ass took his entire length, all the way to the base, the firm furry buttocks resting on his balls. As he shook on the ground, still suckling the throbbing cock in his mouth as a knot formed at the base of the shaft, the beast lifted itself up a bit and quickly slid back down, fucking itself on Stan's cock. The two females started panting as they tongued each other's dripping pussies, close to cumming as Stan focused on the big dick in his mouth which started thrusting in and out of his mouth, its owner panting hard as it bounced on Stan's cock, his anal muscles squeezing his shaft tight, his hips wriggling on top of his balls when they touched. Stan couldn't believe how close he was to cumming inside a male beast, and as the two females began cumming all over one another the itch in his dick grew more and more intense, thrusting up into the big beast's ass as it started to bounce on him hard and fast; Stan humped up and shut his eyes tight, sucking hard as he came inside the hot beast's ass, his cum filling it up and spilling out as the creature continued riding him. Stan tried to catch his breath, but it was difficult with a thrusting mass of wolf cock in his mouth and it was about to get worse; howling aloud, the cock was stuffed into his mouth, large amounts of cum filling what little space was left. As much as he hated to do so, Stan was forced to swallow down the flowing seed in order to keep from suffocating; wave after wave of cum washed down his throat, his esophagus starting to get clogged with cum until the cock slid out of his mouth, allowing Stan to spit out the remnants and gasp for breath. The beast lifted itself of Stan's cock and walked a short ways away to the females, leaving Stan to pant and relax for once; Stan weakly smiled to himself as he imagined how the hell he was going to explain what happened to him, trying to find a way to cut out the werewolf sex. Stan was hauled up right and dragged over to the tow females by the big male, dropping him on top of one of the females, face planted between her breasts; as he tried to rise up, the other female plopped onto his back, the weight pinning him to the female. "No," Stan moaned, "No not again." His fear was confirmed as the male then lay on the female on top of him, the two starting to fuck each other wildy, the big male's balls smacking into Stan's as the female below guided his cock inside her pussy. Stan whimpered as he was forced to fuck again, the weight of the two werewolves crushing the air out of his lungs as he feverishly humped into the female; not even the inviting warmth of the werewolf's pussy could entice him to enjoy himself with his body so fatigued, most of his mumping movements aided by the two fucking on top of him. Stan's vision blurred as his eyes started to close, an overwhelming sense of drowsiness overtaking him even as his hard cock plowed into the werewolf and the other two howled loudly in his ears. Finally, Stan drifted off into a deep slumber as the werewolves continued to fuck throughout the night.
Stan awoke in a daze, the light shining through the tree branches hurting his eyes; slowly picking his sore body up, Stan tried to look around, wondering if what happened last night was just a really fucked up nightmare. As his vision cleared, Stan found himself in the woods near Burt's house, clothes ripped and dirty, face and waist sticky with dried cum; Stan's heart raced as he looked all around, looking for the monsters and his eyes widened at what he saw. In the grass lied the naked bodies of Drew, Claire, and Jenn, all three moaning and eyes starting to open. "Oh my god!" Stan yelled, startling his friends who promptly rose to their feet. "Oh shit," Drew exclaimed, "Dude don't freak out." "Don't freak out?!" Stan yelled, "You're fucking werewolves, god damn it!" "Stan, please calm down; we can explain everything," Claire stated, her bare chest bouncing a little. "Explain how you fucking killed T.J.?!" Stan shouted, "By all mean explain that!" "We couldn't control ourselves," Jenn almost screamed, "And we could've done the same to you but somehow we didn't so calm down." "The three of you fucking raped me instead," Stan roared, holding his head as it throbbed, "My best friends are fucking werewolves!" None of his friends said anything, letting Stan rant and rave, kicking bushes and swinging his fists until he wore himself out and sat on a tree stump. "Why didn't you tell me?" Stan asked. "Oh, you mean why didn't we tell you we shape shift into monsters every full moon," Jenn said mockingly, "I don't know, maybe because that sounds like a bunch of bull shit when we say it out loud?" "Well couldn't you have shown me evidence to make me believe you, like pictures or something?" Stan asked. "Dude, our diminished intelligence transformed aside, it's not easy to hold a camera with paw hands," Drew replied, "But I guess now we should tell you how we became...like this." Drew turned around, showing Stan a large bite mark on the area just under his left arm pit; Jenn and Claire showed off their marks, Jenn's on her right leg and Claire's on her side. "Remember that weekend we went camping in Glenn Woods and you couldn't go?" Claire asked, "Well that was the same time we were attacked; one large werewolf attacked the tree of us and almost killed us until a man shot it dead with silver bullets; he patched us up and sent us home, but he gave us some silver bullets and suggested we bought guns." "After our first transformation, we killed one farmer and four cows; we almost committed suicide with the bullets, but we couldn't do it," Jenn said, her voice trembling. "So now every full moon night, we lock ourselves in the iron caged stables on that farmer's ranch, buying a shit load of red meat to keep us sated since werewolves only have two of the three basic needs all animals have; eating and fucking." "Unfortunately the cages finally gave way and we got loose last night," Drew continued, "But from what I can recall, which is very little, we came straight here, I stalked you, killed T.J., then..." "God," Stan sighed, "I don't know how I'm gonna deal with this; you killed someone and raped me, and you're just gonna do it again." "Wait Stan," Claire said, "The man that gave us the bullets also gave us the number to a Native American chieftain that apparently tames werewolves; on the phone he said he could be here in a week after he deals with some Oregon werewolves, and he can teach us to be in complete control of ourselves when we change, just like him." "But what if it doesn't work," Stan said, rising to his feet, "The best option is to tell the policy and prove you're werewolves; maybe they can find a cure or something." "No Stan," Jenn said, "We'd be test subjects; please, forgive us and keep our secret." Stan stared at his friends, his mind conflicted as he debated on what he should do. They were dangerous and had killed before, but could he just let his closest friend become test subjects, and could this Chieftain guy really help? With a heavy sigh, Stan looked at his friends and smiled, "Alright; I trust you." Overjoyed, Drew, Claire, and Jenn rushed over and hugged Stan, but quickly backed off when they realized they were still naked. "Thank you so much Stan, you're a true friend," Drew said happily. "No prob, guys," Stan replied. "Uh...one more thing," Jenn stated, "Were you bitten?" Stan felt all over his body, feeling no pain or blood whatsoever. "No...just sticky with cum." "Oh thank god," Claire sighed, "Well let's get out of here before someone sees us."
"Dude, you really shouldn't mess with Burt at his own house; he'll fuck you up." "I'm just getting my bike back and leaving," Stan said into his cell phone, "Nothing else." Stan looked up and saw the full moon bright in the November sky, "So the Chieftain is with you guys and you're not gonna hurt anyone?" "Yeah," Drew said over the phone, "The change will take over any second now and he's locked us in a large barn; the Chief is gonna change with us and keep us under control by establishing himself as the alpha, then he will help bring our human nature out to control our bestial urges...gah." "You okay?" Stan asked. "Ah...it's starting, so I'm gonna have to hang up...wait what?" Drew's voice said, "Oh god..." "Drew?" Stan said into the phone. Suddenly a wave of pain washed over him like an intense heat that singed his flesh; Stan dropped to the ground on his hands and knees as the wave died down, his phone clattering on the ground. "Hello! Hello!" A voice shouted on the phone, "Young man please answer me! This is Chief Atohi, the one with your friends!" Stan opened his mouth to answer, only to feel an even greater pain surge through him. "Ah! Oh god, Chief," Stan gasped, "I...I hurt all over." "Listen to me, you are changing," Atohi shouted, "You need to lock find someplace far away from people until I can come and find you; where are you now?" "Changing," Stan gasped as his bones started to creak and ache, "But I was never bitten..." "You don't have to be bitten; it can be transferred by any bodily fluids," Atohi answered, "When they raped you the infected you like an STD, now please tell me where you are!" Stan reached to try and grab the phone, his index finger pressing down on it as he dragged it closer to him; a sharp pain emitted from his finger tips and he screamed aloud as this finger tip was spilt, flesh and nail, and a large black claw pressed out of the wound, piercing the phone and ending the call. Now alone, Stan was left to scream and flail on the ground as the transformation took over. Stan's body grew and shifted, his bones creaking and elongating, his feet growing and shifting so much that they were long enough to make his legs resemble that of a dog's. His clothes began to tear and thick black fur started to grow rapidly from his follicles, making his skin itch and burn; as his body reached its wolf like form and the fur finally covered him completely, the pain seemed to stop and Stan shuddered on all fours, trying to catch his breath and overcome the pain. Just as he thought the worst was over, his face started to shift as his mouth and nose started growing longer and longer, making Stan scream out as the most painful part of the shift occurred; as Stan screamed, his voice became deeper and deeper until it was no longer a voice, but a loud bestial snarl, blood dripping from his mouth as his teeth changed into massive sharp canines, splitting his gums from their mass. Stan's iris's changed from their blue color to a gilded yellow, the white's of his eyes turning blood red as his nose formed a canine snout, lips pulled back to show his new fearsome teeth. The transformation complete, Stan lost all sense of himself, completely consumed by the will of the beast; staring up into the full moon, the beast tilted its head back and let out a loud howl could only come from a true hound of hell.
"Did you hear that," Taylor asked, pressing herself into Burt. After football practice, Burt, Frank, and Taylor decided to hang out at Burt's place and watch some old movies; since it was an uneventful day, minus stealing Stan's bike, the three of them just sat in the empty house into the late night hours. "I didn't hear anything, babe," Burt said, not taking his eyes off the TV screen. "Sounded like a howl," Taylor continued, "And it sounded pretty close to us." "What, you afraid that the pack of wild dogs that attacked T.J. is coming to get us," Frank said jokingly. "That's sick, dude," Burt said, "Look Taylor, even if Frank was right, we're safe in here, so relax." Burt stroked her arm sensually, gaining her attention with a suggestive look in his eyes. Taylor smiled and cuddled close to him, face on his chest and arms around his waist; Frank looked on, rolling his eyes and sipping a beer that he snatched from Burt's fridge. Suddenly there was a crash outside, like something was knocked over. "The fuck," Burt said irritably, "I bet that's Stan trying to get his bike back; Frank, go kick his ass for me." "Alright," Frank said, getting off the couch and mumbling to himself; why did he have to deal with the loser while Burt got fresh with Taylor? Walking into the kitchen, Frank reached the door to the backyard and opened it, stepping outside into the dim porch light, unable to see much in the dark. The door shut behind him and Frank walked to the fringe of the light, string out into the dark wide open space of Burt's ranch; in the distance, Frank could swear he could hear the cows mooing, which was strange because they were supposed to be asleep. Frank wandered a bit more into the dark field, feeling a tiny bit uneasy but knowing the one person that would be out here would have to be Stan, his feet crushing the knee high grass when a low growl emanated from up ahead, stopping Frank in his tracks. "Hello," Frank said, "Anyone out there?" Another growl sounded, this time a bit closer. "Stan, you shit, I'm gonna brain you when I see you," Frank called out. This time there was no response; smiling to himself, Frank moved forward a bit more until he stepped on something. Unable to see clearly, Frank bent down and gripped something wet and sort of furry; as he lifted the heavy object, his eyes adjusted and he let out a scream as he saw that he was holding a severed cow's head and immediately dropped it. Suddenly there was the sound of something rushing through the grass and Frank turned, only to let out a short scream as a massive black creature roared and leapt on top of him, ripping out his throat with one bite. "Burt seriously, something's out there," Taylor said, taking Burt's hand out of her shirt. "Look it's nothing, it's either Frank beating the shit out of Stan or Frank being an ass and trying to scare us," Burt said, trying to kiss Taylor. There was a loud snarl and Taylor screamed. Burt sat bolt upright and leapt off the couch. "Jesus, did that sound like a bear to you?" Burt asked. "Oh god," Taylor screamed, "Oh god, what are we gonna do?" "J-just stay here," Burt said, walking over to the unlit fireplace and reaching up for his father's rifle and the box of ammo on the shelf underneath it, "I'll take care of this." "Be careful, Burt," Taylor said shakily as Burt loaded the weapon and moved to the back door. As quickly as possible, Burt opened the door and quickly stepped outside, closing it behind him before cautiously stepping into the porch light. Burt could smell something in the air, something unpleasant; Burt readied his rifle and stepped into the darkness, eye peeled and ears open, finger on the trigger. Back inside the house, Taylor thought she was losing her mind; the concept of Burt and Frank out there all alone with something big scared her, and even inside she felt vulnerable. Suddenly there was a loud bang on the side of the house, making her jump on the sofa; Taylor's heart started beating faster and faster as the banging continued. Taylor's eyes saw something in the window; it was dark out, but she could have sworn she saw something big and hairy, two hellish eyes staring at her with large ivory teeth gleaming. Before she could even scream there was a loud banging from the front door as well as some growls; Taylor leapt off the couch and backed away, whimpering in fear as the door started to crack and splinter. With one loud boom, the door burst and a massive wolf like creature barged into the house on all fours, pitch black fur all over with torn bits of clothing clinging to its muscular form, eyes burning like fire as they glared at her; Taylor screamed and backed away quickly, the beast rising up on its hind legs and walking towards her like a human, teeth barred and claws outstretched as it roared at her. All of a sudden, a shot rang out from behind Taylor and there was a loud inhuman scream as the beast teetered backwards and landed on the floor with a heavy thud, blood seeping form a hole in its chest; Taylor wheeled around and saw Burt standing behind her, a wisp of smoke coming from the rifle. "Oh Burt," Taylor cried, "Oh god!" "It's okay, it's dead," Burt said, his voice shaking, "But...I found Frank out in the field...he was ripped in half and partially eaten." "Oh Burt what the hell was that thing," Taylor cried. "I don't know," Burt replied, turning her away from the beast and leading her to the kitchen, "But all that matters is that we're okay." "Oh Burt," Taylor sobbed, burying her face into his chest, shivering intensely. Burt dropped the gun and held her tight, shushing her gently until she stopped; Taylor kept her eyes shut and listened to Burt's heart beat, his slow and steady breathing, and...a loud crunching sound. Confused, Taylor looked up and screamed as she saw the beast's jaws crunching down on Burt's head, puncturing his skull with its fangs, blood spilling out and onto her face. Taylor jumped back and hit the wall, trapped as the monster spat out the now dead Burt from its mouth and slowly advanced, snarling angrily, the whole in its chest seemingly gone. Taylor screamed once before the beast was upon her, the last thing she saw was the bloodstained interior of the monster's mouth, crimson fangs glinting in the light. The moon up high in a cloudy night sky, a loud howl echoed throughout the house and into the open field. This story was a very fun one for me and I hope you all enjoy it as well. I based the werewolves off of the only good werewolf movie I've seen, "An American Werewolf in London," but the concepts of the yiff scenes were inspired from a combination from the books "Ravenous" and "Bestial" by Ray Garton and this one story I read in my earliest years on Yiffstar, "The Werewolf's Decision" by OmegaDragon. Thanks for reading, honest votes and comments are highly appreciated, and have a yiffy Halloween.