Lifestyle Change
#3 of Under the Skin
After much thinking, Tricia decided to stay indoors tonight. She needed to be up early in the morning, so there would be no nighttime romping outdoors in her plans. And the stress of the work week required a transformation, so no drinks with friends in the evening either. The pack hadn't scheduled anything that full moon either, so she would change all by herself. Alone. At home.
She loved being a lycanthrope. A werewolf. She and Molly were best friends in high school, and when Molly returned from her gap year in Europe infected with lycanthropy, they weren't just not going to share. She bit Tricia that next full moon, and proceeded to form their own little pack right out of college with a few others. Ellie, Rachel, Chiaki and at least a dozen others in the first three years she had the werewolf's curse. Like the others, Tricia enjoyed running underneath the full moon, reveling in the heightened senses the werewolf gave her, and just feeling more confident and sure of herself than she ever did as an ordinary human.
But it was lonely at times, of course. Before too long, they graduated and scattered to all the different places they were meant to go in adulthood. Being apart meant running together less often, connecting more often through social media and text messages.
She hardly regretted lycanthropy so much as she missed the company of her fellow werewolves. Changing alone wasn't a bad way to spend a full moon - the pleasure Tricia often gave herself when fully changed was a thrill to look forward to most nights - but work and a lack of a real social life made this particular full moon feel rather lonely.
Tricia wasn't going to argue. Once the heat of the full moon started to burn within her, she glanced at the clock on the kitchen wall and shut her laptop. No more work that day. She glanced out the window, and the moon shone as bright as the sun to her eyes. It was hot and scorching and its heat beckoned the animal inside. She could almost see the outline made by her ponytailed hair and slender face in the window, an outline that almost seemed to change with the heat of transformation. She nodded intently and shut all the blinds in her kitchen and in the adjacent living room for privacy. Standing on the rug in the center of her living room, she began to strip down.
Then the doorbell rang before she even touched her blouse, and a tinge of frustration at the delayed change bit at her. It was either the paperboy collecting for the month or some scout selling cookies. A few minutes keeping the werewolf at bay wasn't going to hurt, but damned if it wasn't annoying.
"Grant?"
Her neighbor from down the block let himself in once the door opened. He seemed frantic as if it were urgent, but this was her house!
"I just wanted to see you again. The sitter is over with Becca tonight, I thought we could watch a movie while I cook you dinner or something," he said, making clear what he wanted from her. She wasn't totally opposed to the idea. They had been on a few dates once he let it slip rather transparently that he and his wife had divorced two years ago, leaving him with the kids and a big, empty house. He was nice and funny, the kind of guy that didn't place any hassles on her since he had hassles of his own. The kind of guy that was free for dinner if she was, and not if she wasn't. And his small daughter was adorable. Yes, she liked Grant a lot.
"I would like that, but you should have texted me first," she said firmly. Despite how close they got, she still had her boundaries as a strong woman who had her secrets she didn't dare tell him.
"I know, but I know you would have said no."
Tricia tilted her head. Of course she would have said no. Tonight was a full moon and she was a werewolf who was moments away from changing, but why would he know all that?
Grant paced the floor in front of her as if he had something really heavy that he wanted to unload. Like he had another kid hidden away somewhere or was being hunted by the cops or something.
"I'm sorry, what about tomorrow?" Tricia suggested, "I have a lot of work at the moment, and--"
"The thing is," he said, pacing a little more anxiously, "I'm guessing you don't have work, but you're just home because of something else."
She scoffed defensively. He was right, but why did he know?
"You remember your brother's wedding a couple of months ago?" he said, "I met your friend there."
"Yeah, Molly."
"We all had a great time at the reception, remember? I guess I was looking at you and holding your hand too much, because she knew I liked you and whatever."
"Yeah, she said something like that afterward."
"Well, Molly contacted me a week or two after that, and we, well, got together."
Tricia's eyes narrowed. It was hard to focus with the wolf inside so eager to emerge, but a curious thought weighed on her mind. "You're dating my best friend?"
Grant pushed back. "What? No! When I say 'got together,' she just wanted to talk, that's all!"
"Why would she want to talk to you?" she asked before stopping herself, "I mean, you're nice and everything, but it's two hours drive to where she lives."
He held his hands up to her. They seemed to be shaking, no doubt that it was because this was a confession of love. "That's why I'm here. Molly and I talked. I like you. I really like you. And she knows that, and she wanted to...help...move things along," he said, having great trouble getting the words out.
Tricia winced. "I don't even know what that means."
Grant chuckled nervously. "God, it's hot in here. What I wanted to say...why I'm here..." The words drifted away as he clasped his hands together. He tugged at his shirt like a junior high school boy giving out Valentine's Day chocolates for the first time.
And yet, Tricia thought, maybe that wasn't the reason. She was feeling warm too.
"Maybe I should open the window or something," Tricia said subtly, walking over to the living room window.
"No, don't--"
The blinds drew open, revealing the full moon outside. She had been through the experience countless times, and she knew how to handle it. Grant, however, struggled much more mightily. He clutched his chest, bending forward and grunting loudly.
"Ahh! Stop!" he cried.
"Oh my God, what did Molly do to you?" Tricia said, knowing the answer already. She guided Grant over to the couch for momentary relief. He was going to have real trouble in mere minutes.
"It was my choice," he said through his teeth. His fangs already crept out, sharpening and reflecting the light in the living room. He looked like he wanted to say more, but he cocked his head back and bared his teeth upwards.
Tricia was experienced enough to keep from transforming if she really wanted, but that was after a few full moons. Grant's animal was about to emerge any moment. Her suspicions were confirmed as they fumbled with the buttons on his dress shirt, revealing his chest and a patch of fur that ran down the middle. He was wide eyed in shock, clearly going through his first transformation since Molly bit him one full moon ago.
"Take off your clothes, all of them!" she said in a demanding voice. She was getting a bit anxious herself as she picked up his scent, a mix of bodyspray and earthy aroma that only a werewolf could generate. It was bound to drive her wild, making her own change more forced than she would have liked.
"I-I've never d-done this before," he said, working on his own clothing in a panic.
"Yeah, no kidding." Tricia threw her blouse aside and ran her fingers down her now furry chest. Hairs sprouted on her skin and spread outward, enveloping her body. She could feel the itch snake down her legs as she pulled down her work pants. She wanted to scratch at them, but her now misshapen claws cut into skin, creating pleasure from the heat of the pain.
She could see Grant was far less successful in unclothing himself. He had become so big and muscular that his jeans were tightening from the strain. While he struggled with the fastener, the denim ripped in a few places, revealing black hairs that would soon make a delicious coat of fur. Tricia had never seen a male werewolf before, but she reveled in what one would look like, and all the things she could do with one.
"You s-smell so g-good," Grant said. A growl began to creep into his voice, echoing in her ears and exciting her own animal. Once his eyes turned yellow, the werewolf within her wrested all control away from her.
"Forget these clothes," she said to herself once she pounced on him.
Her hands pushed him down onto the couch as they continued to transform. Wiry hairs began to shed from their werewolf bodies as they tumbled around on the large cushions. Tricia's werewolf wanted to taste Grant, and so her tongue ran across his slightly furred cheek before their lips could meet. He tasted so...strong. So much like what an alpha male should taste like. She would have to have a talk with Molly when they next got together, and she had half a mind to scold Grant for such a foolish idea. For now, though, she could do with some werewolf meat tonight. With her desires taking over, her claws dug into the back of his dress shirt and ran across his now furry back, instinctively marking him as her mate.
"Aaaarrrrrghhh!" Grant cried in a mix of howling and human yelping. He was so unexperienced as a werewolf that his instincts took over almost instantly. He pushed Tricia off him, letting her fall to the floor before he could land on top of her. She grinned wide as his padded hands pinned her shoulders down onto the rug. His now canine jaws bared at her, saliva dripping onto her neck. Tricia had thoughts of pleasure during this full moon, but nothing nearly as wild as this.
She growled back at him. "Don't stop, Grant."
He nodded, lowering his jaws onto her chest, biting down on her bra and forcibly ripping it from her body. Her furred breasts hung in the air with only her stiffened nipples peeking out above the soft hairs. He licked each of them once, exciting her with an electric sensation that made her howl softly.
"AaarrroooooooOOO!"
Grant sat on top of her to pull at his pants, still tight against his frame. He had tried once to unzip himself but his claws had taken away his dexterity. Instead, he dug into the denim and ripped them into two pieces, revealing a reddened piece of wolfhood underneath an also shredded pair of boxers. His human size was okay - he had more than enough charms to win Tricia over - but the full moon made him more impressive.
She grasped it with both hands, feeling it throb against her padded palms. She rubbed her hands up and down against his member to savor the heat it gave off before she guided it back down between her furry legs. She had grown so much larger that her panties had already lost their hold on her waist. The only obstacle to their mating was the resistance her furry sex gave against his member.
Grant was so hard, Tricia thought. He slid inside of her, but only after so much force. A wave of pleasure hit her, causing her to roar in ecstasy, compelling him to cry out loud just as mightily.
Thoughts swam in her mind as his wolfhood penetrated her more. Why would she keep this lycanthropy from him? Why would she keep it such a secret when there was so much to enjoy? Wasn't she more attracted to him now than before?
"Yes!" she cried, rolling both of them around on the floor and landing on top of him. She was going to give him his reward. She sat up and bounced up and down on his member, making him even more swollen and her tighter around him. She pressed her hands against his furry, chiseled chest, making even more clawed impressions on his skin. She could feel her now fully-grown tail wagging in the air as the final changes took hold. His wolfhood seemed to grow, and with one more thrust, the swelling entered her and stretched her insides, setting her on fire.
"AaaaaarrrrroooOOOOOOO!"
Her second howl was louder than the first, making him howl in similar orgasm. Her head lifted toward the sky as she sang to the moon with her new werewolf mate. Hot spunk filled her insides, mingling with his juices, overwhelming her senses until her hungers were sated. When she ran out of breath, she collapsed onto her lover.
It could have been seconds or minutes or hours, but she was still as exhausted in her next waking moment as she was in her last. She stirred only because of the expanding and contracting that Grant's furry chest made under her.
"You're an idiot," she whispered in his ear, making him laugh. The motion made his body jerk, his wolfhood squirm inside of her, releasing a bit more of his spunk.
"I thought you liked it," he said, finally getting back his speech that he had lost in his first change.
She pretended to ponder it for a moment. "I did," she finally said, "So what, Molly turned you into a werewolf because I was lonely?"
"She didn't make it sound that desperate."
"Just like that? Let's make you a werewolf, and you said sure?"
"I don't mind this little lifestyle change if it makes you happy."
Tricia nuzzled her snout against Grant. "I am happy."
They rolled around onto their sides as Grant tugged against her sex. "And I think I'm stuck. What is this?" he said, half panicking.
"I don't know, it must be a werewolf thing."
"Aren't you the expert on werewolves?"
"It's not like I read a book on anything!" she cried, drawing a laugh from both of them. She wrapped her furry arms around him. "But we'll figure it out together."