FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

*My stories are copyrighted, so NO takee!! This is a shorter series related to the "A Familiar for a Familiar" series. *

** A Familiar for a Familiar,**

** The Second Hand Suit**

** By William W. Kelso**

Gasping for exhaustion the knight swung his blade for what seemed like the thousandth time, but again the beast avoided it nimbly. His Destrier lay dead, disemboweled by the fangs and claws of the great monster, and Sir Jeffrey felt he might soon join his poor steed. They had been battling for over an hour, but he couldn't shake the feeling the beast was toying with him. Despite the cool night air he was drenched with sweat under his armor, but the beast seemed fresh and wasn't even panting. When the duke had sent a knight and some Men-at-Arms to answer the villagers call for an end to the depredations of what everyone had thought was a wolf his Lordship had sent his youngest and most inexperienced knight and four men. He thought it would be good practice for the young knight. No one had realized just what Sir Jeffries would be up against. He shivered at the word went through his mind again, Werewolf! And now the four soldiers lay dead, their remains strewn along the forest path, and he was battling for his life, and losing it would appear. To be sure he had landed what should have been some telling blows on the snarling creature, but they had no effect whatsoever. The beast lunged, and Sir Jeffrey's sank the tip of his broadsword into the beast's chest and it yelped, but when the sword slid free there was no blood, and the wound closed almost instantly. By Jesus, Mary, and Joseph he thought, even when my blade does connect it does no good! The beast circled him on all fours, snarling and snapping its jaws, and he warily turned to face it, never allowing it out of his sight for a second.

*The Werewolf, a little more cautious now as it would appear his foe was not quite as fatigued as he appeared, danced back out of reach of the sword and examined his opponent. He could smell the man's sweat, his fear and growing exhaustion. The heavy armor the man wore was starting to drag him down as gravity asserted itself against weakening muscles. He would have brought the man down now if not for that armor; it had so far turned his fangs and claws. He would have to wait until the man collapsed, then rip out his throat. The sword could kill him, but only with great difficulty, but it still hurt when it made contact. The beast lunged again, and then danced away from the arc the sword cut through the air in response. Yes, the prey was tiring. He resumed circling the man. He did not particularly want to fight the knight, but he had been attacked and would defend himself. He did not wish to be like this, but since his mistress had died he had been on his own and just wished to be left alone. But when the knight and soldiers had run him down he had fought back fiercely. He had hoped by keeping his feeding to livestock he would be ignored, but it would appear he had been mistaken. He had had no choice as his hunting skills did not provide enough food. *

*When the beast lunged Sir Jeffrey swung his sword as fast as he could, but the beasts had already moved back out of range with an almost playful sounding growl. The next time it came at him he almost lost his balance as he swung again, but managed to regain his balance before going over. The beast narrowed its eyes, tongue licking over fangs that glowed pearly white in the moonlight. It sprang again, this time going under his slow swing, and he felt the air knocked out of him as the heavy beast bowled him over with a clash of armor. The beast sprang back, and Sir Jeffrey tried desperately to get to his feet, but his plate armor dragged him down. It was meant to be worn on horseback, not foot! He looked up as the beast stood over him; its black lips almost seemed to be smiling at him, then with a horrible growl it sprang. Its fangs and claws scrabbled at his armor trying to find a chink, that horrible slobbering maw only inches from his terrified place. He could smell, and feel, the Werewolf's hot fetid breath on his face, its jaws snapping as it snarled and growled. In desperation he got his feet under the beast's chest, and with a mighty heave threw it from him. The beast flew off with a snarl of anger, but quickly regained its feet and prepared to throw itself back on the knight. At the last second Sir Jeffrey's managed to lift his sword, and it plunged into the werewolf's neck, its own weight driving the blade into its brain. *

*The Werewolf's eyes flew wide open as he felt the terrible pain, and with a whimper he stood up and clawed at the sword in his throat, too weak now to pull it out. He looked at the man in amazement and seemed to be almost trying to say something, then he raised his head to the glowing moon and gave a howl of anguish, and then staggered a few feet before dropping dead, his eyes staring with disbelief. *

Sir Jeffrey stared with equal disbelief as the great beast reeled away from him and collapsed. Not quite believing it at first he kicked it a few times, but the beasts glazing eyes stared lifelessly back at him. Thanks be to God I have defeated the monster! He thought. He pulled the sword from the monsters throat and the once bright blade had turned black and was starting to pit, the monsters blood steaming on it as if boiling. With a grimace of disgust the wiped the blade off on the creatures pelt. So now that the beast was dead, what next? He knew none would believe his tale of a Werewolf unless he had proof, so he decided to skin the beast and take the head as a trophy. He quickly found it was very hard to cut through the creatures skin, even in death wounds healed rapidly. He finally managed to slit the carcass up the back with a sharp dagger and began to skin the body, the skin coming away amazingly easy as it literally peeled off to expose; to his horror, human skin underneath! He only had to make the one long slit, and then the top of the skull and upper and lower jaws just fell away from the face of a young man. He rolled the large heavy pelt and head into a bundle, and left the body of the man to rot. Scavengers made short work of the bodies of the Men-at-Arms, their horses, and the man that had been a beast.

*Sir Jeffrey's tale of combat with the monster enthralled his fellows for years, the legend spreading. Many came from miles around just to see the skin and head of the beast where it hung on the wall of his manor. In time he grew old and died in the way of things, and the legend was passed down for generations. His lineage died when his great grandson perished in the First Crusade, and his estate reverted to the King. The new noble to occupy the estate was skeptical of the legend of the beast, and when he renovated the old manor the large pelt was put in storage with other debris and outdated furnishings. In time the legend faded and was forgotten, and when future generations ran across the head and pelt at times they just looked at it curiously, but otherwise ignored it as a "curiosity". The manor and contents was eventually auctioned after the family fell on hard times, and the odd pelt was sold in a large lot of "misc. items" that was purchased by an antique dealer. He used it as rug before his fireplace for many years until the house was destroyed in the blitz during WWII, but the pelt somehow survived and was dug out of the debris by a rag-picker who used it as a cover on his bed in his shabby row house for several years before he died of old age. The pelt was sold in a boot sale to a tourist from the USA who bought it for a few pounds and shipped it home. Her sister was not impressed by the gift, and sold it to an antique dealer who handled "oddities". *

This is where I came in to the picture. I liked to poke around in antique stores, and "Baron's Antiques & Oddities" was one of my favorite. The old guy who ran it reminded me of Peter Lorre; he even talked like him, and he came up with the neatest old junk you ever saw. Needles too say I was a collector of knick-knacks, the odder and weirder the better. I have some really strange stuff. I also happen to be what they call a Furry, what most consider a mild perversion, as I liked the idea of dressing up in a "fur suit" as an animal, and contrary to popular believe it wasn't all a sexual thing. I just liked the idea of becoming something else for a little while as I wasn't much happy with what I was even though I was stuck with it. To me it was a harmless and interesting fantasy more than anything else. Despite my interest I'd never been to a Fur Meet as I didn't have a "suit". I was picky and wanted a really good and realistic one, but just couldn't afford it yet. As it was I ended up with a very realistic suit indeed, just not in the way I had envisioned.

I was poking through Baron's shop one summer afternoon as I usually do at least once a month. The place was a maze, crammed with everything you could possibly think of, and a lot you never would. You had to be careful as there was glassware and pottery everywhere, and if you "broke it, you bought it". I'd had to pay for more than one item I'd bumped and knocked from a shelf. I think Mr. Baron intentionally puts things where they are bound to be broken sooner or later. The first thing you saw when you entered the shop was a small mountain howitzer in perfect firing condition, the full uniform and armor of a French Cuirassier from the 2nd Empire period mounted on a mannequin (his name is Francois), a huge superbly detailed hand built model of HMS Victory (the rigging now a spiders paradise), a large selection of umbrella stands, a large selection of umbrellas and canes in the stands, old furniture of every kind and from every period (much of it fake), and case after case of everything and anything, and shelves of the same. The walls were covered with old painting and prints (some old, some new, some who knows), shadow boxes full of fascinating junk, old swords, muskets, flags, etc. The central piece was an incredibly lifelike portrait of Emperor Napoleon, it was not for sale. I swear its eyes followed you. It was a collectors dream. I never left without buying something I had absolutely no use for. But today it looked like I might break that record and leave empty handed for once.

I had been browsing and rummaging for over an hour; you always miss something the first time around, but no luck so far. I spied a small chest stuck back behind a counter, and moving some stuff out of the way took a closer look. It looked like it might be an old sailor's chest from the way it was made, and I really go for nautical antiques. It was definitely old and handmade, whatever it was. I was totally unprepared when I opened it to find a wolf's head was snarling at me. I reeled back in surprise and just managed to grab a large vase that I had backed into, it was teetering on the brink of disaster. I took a deep breath of relief when I saw the price tag on the vase, and set it far out of harm's way. Then I opened the chest again and the wolf head was still there. Of course it was obvious now it was dead, but it was still impressive looking. I lifted the head out, and was surprised with a whole pelt came with it. Man this thing was huge! I thought. The fur was supple and sleek, soft and smelled of some sort of spice that had been used as a preservative. The bottom of the chest had crumbled leaves and mostly evaporated mothballs and cedar shavings in it, and it gave off that "old" smell that collectors love. And I fell in love with the pelt the instant I saw it. I figured it was some sort of put together thing as no wolf had ever been that big or been shaped like that, but it was beautiful. I put it back in the chest and took it to the main counter where Mr. Baron had his old desk. I knew I was in trouble when I couldn't find a price tag anywhere, for the "special" items Mr. Baron doesn't price them; you have "dicker" with him. Which basically meant he was going to soak you for every penny he could based on how bad you wanted something, and he could smell it on you. I tried to act as if I didn't really give a damn one way or the other, but he knew me too well.

"How much?" I asked as I set the chest on the counter.

"For the chest or the skin?" Mr. Baron replied.

"Well, I said, I'm mainly interested in the chest, but I might take the skin too if it's cheap enough."

Mr. Baron replied, "Oooo, you have a good eye my friend. The chest is over two hundred years old, and the skin is also very old, very unique! For the chest $250.00. for the skin $200.00. If you take both I could do, hmmm, let's say $425.00?"

"What! I said, that's ridiculous, the chest has worm holes and the skin smells like mothballs and it's mangy. I'll go $300.00 or both!"

"You, you make me laugh, said Mr. Baron, Heh, heh, heh. I'll tell you what, for an old customer like you $400.00 even."

God he reminds me of Peter Lorre, I thought for the hundredth time. "Let's not, I said, I'll go $325.00, tax included."

Well, then we got down to the nitty-gritty. The old guy's eyes sparkled as we haggled, we both loved to do it, two experts in our field. There was no doubt I'd buy the items, it was just a matter of "working out the details". He brought out cokes and some cheese and crackers and we wasted the next hour arguing back and forth as we had nothing better to do. We finally settled on $375.00, which included tax since I paid in cash. Which meant it wouldn't go on the books, screw you Uncle Sam.

So I didn't go home empty handed after all, but later I would very much wish I had never seen that old sailors trunk and its contents, but by then it was far too late. I was happy with my purchase; at least at first, even though I hadn't planned on spending that much. When I got home I carefully steamed off some old newspaper from the 1920's that had been glued to the inside of the chest's lid, and underneath was a Civil War Union Navy recruiting broadside, nice! So I was quite pleased when I examined my other "purchase".

*The wolf head and pelt smelled like mothballs, so I took it outside and shook it out and gave it a good brushing. The fur was so black it almost looked like a metallic blue in the right light, and it shimmered in the sun, the fur ruffling as it hung airing out in the breeze. The fur was pretty thick overall, but a little thinner in the crotch and on the belly, and it formed a ruff or "collar and bib" around the neck. I looked at the paws, and while the front ones were more like hands the back ones were definitely more like elongated paws. They had razor sharp claws, and no matter how closely I looked I couldn't find any seams or anything to show how they'd been sewn together, the same thing for the head. I was a little surprised; and disappointed, that there was no sign of a tail; it looked like it had never had one. I realized with a shiver that the large head had real bone in it, the upper and lower jaws were still articulated, and the "skull cap" and eye sockets were still attached. It was like a macabre mask. It had a long slit up the back, but that was it. No seams, no hidden flaps or buttons, nothing. The inside was like suede, soft supple hide. I was amazed at how soft and supple it really was, there was none of the harness or stiffness you normally see with old hide or leather, even well tanned and treated stuff. I wondered if it was some sort of synthetic material, but it sure smelled real. It had that musty non-quite-a-stench of a wild animal or dog. Even the big ears were soft, and there was no shedding at all, as much as I handled it there were no loose hairs anywhere. The weirdest; and most disturbing thing, was it had a penis sheath and empty scrotum, big ones! It looked like a complete skin off of the same animal, but that was of course impossible. It had to be a costume or some kind, but if it was it was a serious movie quality one. I did find one other weird thing on one of the pad-like palms of a hand, it was a scar of some kind that almost looked like a design, but I couldn't make out what it was. I held the pelt up next to me, I was big but the pelt was bigger! I was more than pleased by now, both the chest and the "suit" had turned out much nicer then I'd hoped. I had my Fur Suit! *

*The next problem was to see if the suit to fit me. I'm a big man, about 6'2" and a compact 225lbs, but no weight lifter type. I work out, but just to tone and stay in shape. After letting the pelt air out for awhile to get rid of the mothball smell; and hopefully any varmints that might have set up residence, I brought it inside. One small problem was my dog Brandy absolutely freaked out whenever I came near her with the pelt, she'd lay her ears down and snarl; and I could tell she was serious. Finally I had enough of her nonsense and booted her out in the backyard for the night. Normally she slept in the house, but her barking was driving me crazy, and it was nice weather so she'd be OK. I took the pelt back to my bedroom and threw it on the bed, spread it out, and looked at it. Man, I thought, if this thing fits every other Fur I run into will be jealous as Hell. I stripped down to my skivvies and a t-shirt, then sat down on the end of the bed and started to put the suit on, feet first of course. To my great delight it seemed to be fairly elastic, and the feel of the soft leather against my skin was almost erotic. I slid my feet down the legs and into the feet and wiggled my toes and the pelt seemed to snuggle down and tighten a little. I stood up and pulled the pelt up over my waist and it fit nice and snug. Next I put my arms in the pelts arms and did my best to pull it over them; it was awkward but the pelt slide on smoothly until it slipped over my shoulders, still nice and snug. Fantastic, figure the chances! Next I took the head, and ducking my own head pulled it up, and over. It settled on my head in a perfect fit, and I could see through the eye sockets clearly as it settled over my face. The jaws fit tightly against my own jaws, and I could actually make the suits jaws open and close a little bit when I moved my own jaws. I stood in front of the full length mirror and grinned inside the mask, it looked fucking fantastic. The only draw backs were the penis sheath and loose empty ball sack, and it had another opening I'd overlooked that could only be an anus, so I'd have to wear shorts or something ala "The Wolfman". I'd buy some old jeans at the Goodwill and tear them up, it would look awesome. I figured they'd been included for relief and/or Yiffing, but they seemed kind of impractical, the openings weren't big enough for one thing. From the front and sides it looked perfect, it was hard to tell it really was just a suit unless you looked closely at the head, but there was that damn slit up the back. Have to find some way to seal it up without it being that obvious. I figured a zipper or something, maybe Velcro? I thought about would happen if I went and knocked on my neighbors door, the old biddy would probably drop dead. It wasn't as hot as I had thought either, but was still pretty warm so I climbed back out of it and hung it up in the closet. Then I took a shower and went to bed as it had been a long day. Didn't get much sleep though, had some weird dreams and that damn dog of mine kept barking all night. *

The next day I went to work as usual, and as we were doing quarterly inventories was busier the heck for a few days and pretty much put the Fur suit project on the back burner. When the weekend came I took it out and tried it on again, and it fit just as good as I remembered. But that slit was a problem. I went to a local clothing store and picked up a long roll of Velcro and sat down to see what I could do. To my chagrin it was virtually impossible to force a needle through the pelt, the damn leather might be soft, but it was tougher then rawhide. Finally I gave up after a couple of hours of accomplishing nothing more than stabbing myself about a hundred times with the sharp needles until my finger tips were bloody. I didn't notice the pelt soaking up my small drops of blood like a sponge, or the ripple that ran through it, the claws clacking softly. Finally with a loud 'God Dam It!' I hung it back in the closet and shut the door. For a long time after I shut the closet door the pelt swayed slowly on its hanger before finally becoming still. Then I watched the idiot box for awhile, took a shower, and went to bed. Brandy had finally calmed down a little bit, but I still had to leave her out at night as she flatly refused to be anywhere near the pelt. She kept standing in the bedroom doorway snarling and barking at the closet.

*The next day; a little calmer, I reassessed the problem and tried another approach. The Velcro was the kind you supposedly could iron on if you wanted, but I'd always been suspicious of that kind of stuff. But since sewing wasn't an option; my fingers still hurt, I decided to give it a try. What the heck. Not that I was all that great at ironing either, but being a bachelor I did know how. So I cut the Velcro strips to fit the slit in the suit, and ironed the strips on, and it worked! Feeling proud of myself I slipped out of my clothes; except for my shorts, and put the suit on again. The next problem was how the heck to reach the Velcro and seal it! Rat turds! There was no way I could do it myself. I hadn't been wearing a t-shirt, and the feel of the soft leather against my chest was wonderful. I ran my "paws" over the suit loving the way it felt, it hugged my body and was so soft it felt real. I wasn't about to approach any of my 'normal' friends and ask them to help me put on a Werewolf costume as they didn't share my "furry interest", but I did know one other Furry who would be able to help. He wasn't really a friend, we'd "met" through a net site called "Furdom", and turns out he was local. Whereas my preferred "avatar" or "fursona" was a wolf, his was a tiger. We'd met a couple of times to discuss our similar interests, but that was about it. Since neither of us was Gay that was as far as it went. He did have a nice suit though; he'd shown it to me once. On a scale of 1 to 10 his was a good 8, mine would blow his away though, I figured it was about a 12. Since it was late I didn't call him that evening, but sent him an email. *

*I got an answer the next day, so we arranged to meet over the weekend and compare suits. No way during the week, we were both just too busy. Friday morning at work I had a really nasty accident with a box cutter, sliced my hand wide open, blood everywhere, much screaming (mainly me) and panic (me again), and a coworker drove me to the emergency room, and fifteen stitches later I managed to drive myself home. At least I got a half-day off from work out of it. It hurt like a SOB though. I had to wear a baggie over my hand when I showered that evening. Try it sometime, it's a lot harder then it looks. I was so preoccupied with my injury I had completely forgotten my Furry friend was coming by that Saturday afternoon. When he rang the door and I saw him standing there it threw me for a loop at first, until I remembered. Oh yeah, right, the suit! Der. *

"Sorry, come on in Mel, I finally said. Sorry to be a space case, I've just had a lot on my mind."

"Dude, replied Mel, what happened to you hand! I thought you had a wolf suit, but you look more like the Mummy!"

"Little argument with a box cutter at work, I said, afraid I lost. Damn thing just slipped right off the box and opened my hand like a sardine tin."

"Ouch, nasty!" Mel said sympathetically.

I got drinks and we bullshitted for awhile, then he took out his suit and showed it to me again. He'd done a few improvements, and it was a nice one. I had a grin on my face when I went and got mine and he saw it for the first time. His jaw almost hit the ground. He "oohed" and "awed" over it, and offered me $500 cash, but I just grinned and said "No way Jose."

I went to my room to put on the suit, but was dismayed to find there was no way to get my hand down the sleeve with the big swatch of bandages wrapped around it. But I really wanted to try the suit on so Mel could close the back slit for me, so I carefully took the bandages off and put the suit on, being really careful with my injured hand. Then I walked back to the TV room where Mel was waiting. He took one look, and said "Fucking awesome!", which made me quite happy. He closed the Velcro and we went back in the bedroom so I could see it in the mirror, and the way the slit overlapped it was virtually invisible, with the fur combed over it you couldn't even see the seam. I looked at it from every angle and it looked 100% real to me. Del upped his offer to $700, but I still said no way. I dropped into a crouch and hooked my claws at him and said "GRRRRRR" and he laughed. In doing so the stitches in my injured hand came loose and I started bleeding a little bit again, and I wouldn't realize the consequences of that until later. I wasn't even aware of it at the time as my hand already hurt anyway. I didn't feel the pelt sucking the blood from my wound as it slowly awakened, accepting my "gift" of blood, and began to bond to its new "host", said host being totally unaware. I wouldn't understand what was happening until a few days later, and by then it was much too late.

When I took the suit off I had a hard time with my injured hand, it had gotten stuck to the inside of the suits "glove", but finally pulled out with a sticky "sleecck!" that really hurt. I washed my hand off and re-bandaged it, talked with Mel a little longer, and we agreed to go the next area Fur Meet together so he could introduce me around and show off my "fantastic suit". I went to bed early as I felt strangely tired, and my hand itched all night long. Again I had strange dreams, but didn't remember much when I woke up, they must have been intense though as I woke up drenched in sweat once.

*The suit stirred in the closet, slow ripples moving across the fur, the fingers and toes occasionally clenching, the claws clacking together. It had been awakened after so very long, but the host had removed it before the bonding was complete. But it could wait. *

I felt like shit when I woke up the next day, and thank God it was Sunday. It took a hot shower and felt much better, but my hand started bleeding again. I rewrapped it and felt better, so had a late breakfast and decided to veg out for the rest of the day as my hand hurt too much for me to do much except sit around and feel sorry for myself. 'Why me, whiiiine'. Plus my damn hand was itching again, and scratching it hurt, and it was driving me nuts. I tried watching TV for awhile, but finally gave up, took a hot shower, and went to bed early again. Later I woke up in a sweat from a really weird dream, and getting up went to the bathroom and took a whiz and got a nice cool drink of water. I sleep 'au natural', so was naked as I went back to the bedroom. It was the first night of the; you guessed it, full moon. The light shown in the window and the room was amazingly well lit, and I could see the suit hanging in the closet. The moonlight make it shimmer like the fur was silver tipped and I felt myself drawn to it. I ran my fingers through the smooth warm fur, and suddenly wondered what it would feel like to wear the suit while I was nude, and what would it look like in the moonlight? The thought really turned me on, and I started to get an erection. I took the bandages off of my hand; which unknown to me was bleeding again, and taking out the suit sat on the edge of the bed and started to put it on. As I pulled it over my waist the smooth soft leather felt fantastic against my naked body, and reaching down I guided my erection into the penis sheath. It wasn't long enough to stick out the tip but it felt really good as my penis slid into the warm smooth sheath. I pushed my arms into the suits "sleeves" and wiggled my fingers until the "gloves" were nice and snug, Then I pulled the mask over my head, and stood up to look in the mirror. Oh wow, it looked so real it was scary. The fur was so black it looked like an ebony shadow and seemed to soak up the moonlight. The moonlight felt almost like warm sunlight, I could FEEL it, and I turned to face the window and looked at the moon, and my life changed forever.

It started as an intense burning and itching in my wounded hand, a sudden flare of pain and something else I can't describe. I moaned, and bending over clutched my hand to my stomach. Damn it, the stitches had come lose, I thought. And I was right; the wound had opened again because the stitches were gone. The suit eagerly sucked up the blood and began to flow into the wound, and the hide around the wound began to tighten as the pelt began to adhere to, and merge, with the flesh and skin, thousands of small villus; small tendrils, began to drill into the skin, penetrating it to infiltrate and join with the muscles, bones, and nerves of the skins new host as they became one. There was no blood as they literally flowed into the flesh and were so small in diameter they left no wounds, but the process was excruciating, at least at first. I screamed and sat down on the bed, oh Jesus Christ it hurt! I rubbed at my burning hand, only now the burning, itching feeling; like bugs crawling on and under my skin, was moving steadily up my forearm, and I could feel the suit getting tighter and tighter as the burning and itching spread rapidly, and then it began to change the shape of my body! My fingers lengthened and I felt my bones go soft as the claws merged with my fingertips and became MY claws! I screamed again and clawed at the back of the mask trying to pull it off, but felt the suit writhing as the slit up the back closed sealing me in and the suit started tightening, all over. Sobbing and terrified now I didn't know what to do and kept uselessly trying rip the crawling rippling horror off my body. Pain tore through my legs and with a squeal I sat back down on the bed, watching in disbelieving terror as my legs changed shape, swelling with muscle and taking on new shapes they were never meant to have, and I felt my bones softening and flowing, bending and reforming, and I screamed at the unbearable pain, the claws of the paws merging with my own toes, becoming MY claws. My other hand and arm were changing as well, the pelt tightening and joining with them, the horrible itching and burning increasing until I thought I'd go insane, or maybe I already was insane. This WAS insane, this couldn't be happening!

*I felt the suit tighten around my waist and crotch as the horrible feeling moved up my body and I was helpless to prevent it. I gasped as I suddenly felt a building pressure in my balls, and suddenly ejaculated brutally, cum pumping out of the penis sheath to dribbled down the sides and stain my fur. I came several times, but there was no real pleasure, and I grunted as my ball's emptied themselves to make room for the new seed that was filling them. Even as I was cumming I felt my balls began to grow, and they suddenly pushed into the suits large empty ball sack, and then swelled until its skin was swollen and taught. I felt myself getting an erection, which was impossible as I was already rock hard, and whimpered as I felt my penis push into the sheath and watched as the tip emerged and kept growing even as the sheath became my own. It stopped growing and jutted up thick and hard, human shaped but with a large knob at the base, throbbing and pulsing, dark red in color, wet and slick looking. Then it withdrew into the sheath and disappeared as my erection and horrible lust faded. I could only stare in horror, not believing, trying to understand, refusing to; not wanting to, accept what I was seeing. *

I had stopped screaming as I was too out of breath as my chest expanded, too shocked from my sudden unwanted sexual release. I could feel my ribs and other bones changing form, my spine popping and rippling, and I sobbed and gasped for breath from the agony. Sobbing and panting I managed to stagger to my feet and found I now walked on the balls of my feet, my legs strangely bent pulling me into a crouch, and could feel my claws digging into the carpet, and when the cooler suddenly came on I could feel the cool air on the suits fur, MY fur!

I felt the writhing pelt tighten over my shoulder and neck, and felt the mask began to tighten over my face. 'NO, pleeaaasseee!' I wailed as I pulled at it, desperately trying to tear it off, 'No more, please stop, it hurts!' But my pleas went unheeded. I groaned in agony as the masks jaws pressed against my own, and felt my face become fluid as it began to merge with the mask, my eyes pressing into the eye sockets of the skull, and I blinked with the suits eyelids, my still human eyes staring out of the face of a snarling monster in utter terror. My jaws finished merging with the masks, and I felt my tongue thickening and lengthening as it pushed forward to fill my new mouth, felt it licking over sharp fangs, felt my nose twitch and suddenly new smells invaded my senses. With a whimper I looked at the mirror again, a large slobbering tongue licking over my fangs. My skull softened and changed shape, my ears growing into the masks until they were twitching and flicking this way then that in panic. I felt something explode into my mind, raw emotions, rage, a horrible awareness, and tried to resist, tried to fight the atrocity that had overtaken my body, and now was invading my mind. I lost, the last thing I remember was staggering to the window and looking at the moon hoping for pity, and then throwing back my head and howling as my human awareness faded in to a roaring darkness.

*Roaring and howling in exultation the beast surveyed its surrounding. Not liking being inside it quickly found an exit; it knew what doors were, and bounded into the welcoming night. It stopped short when it reached a barrier; ignoring a barking dog, and with a snarl leaped over it effortlessly, only to find itself on a narrow road bordered by other barriers of different types. More dogs were barking, and the beast; realizing they could attract unwelcome attention, turned and bounded down the narrow road. It moved in long effortless bounds and leaps, scarcely touching the ground as it moved, incredibly fast and graceful. It only took it only a few minutes to reach a creek bed, and it disappeared into the dark underbrush without a trace. It was time to hunt, to feed its horrible hunger. I had been so long! *

*I woke up with the sun shining on my face, and boy did I feel like shit. I opened my eyes and squinted into the sun, I must have left the blinds open I thought. Boy, that was one HELL of a nightmare! I sat up, realized I was naked which was right as I sleep in the nude, but what wasn't right was I was sitting in some thick bushes! And there were ants crawling on me! With a yell I jumped up and brushed them off, hoping around frantically. When I was satisfied the ants were gone I calmed down a little bit, and wondered what in the HELL was going on!?! Then I remembered the dream, a horrible dream in which I became a monster, and realized with dawning certainty that it had NOT been a dream, but had been horribly real. It was impossible, but it had happened. But where was that damn suit! I was naked, but was a man again, and there was no sign of the suit. No pieces, no scraps, nothing. And again I realized I was nude and outside, and just where was I anyway? It was an overgrown forested area, that much was apparent, but where was here? I listened, my hearing incredibly sensitive, but didn't hear anything other than the sounds of nature, and the distance, a lawnmower. I started; slowly, towards the sound of civilization. And I mean slowly, ever try to walk through dense woods butt naked? It may look like fun in George of the Jungle movies, but it ain't. I was really getting pissed off after I pulled the fifth thorn out of foot. I was going to find that, that SUIT and burn the God Damned thing! *

Finally, after what seemed like forever, I came to a dirt road, and recognized where I was. There was an area on the edge of town with a gold course, some parks and some small ranches and orchards. OK, so far so good, but the real problem was I was about ten miles from my house, and it was on the other side of town! Aw SHIT! I stumbled around until I found and old bedspread or table cloth of some kind, and wrapped my nude body in it. Finally I worked up the courage to flag down a passing pickup truck, running out on the edge of the road; hobbling actually as I'd stepped on some more stickers, and yelled for help. The truck pulled over and two young tough looking men, cowboy types, stared at me in bemusement. I made up a bullshit story about how I'd been at a party, got drunk, and woke up out here and I was 'going to kill my so-called friends" as soon as I got the chance. They laughed, said it must have been "one Hell of a party", and still laughing graciously gave me a ride home. I made them wait while I ran around the back of the house, let myself in with my secret hidden key; in a flower pot-real original, and putting on my robe I took them a six pack of cold Foster's beer, which being working men they appreciated very much. The favor returned I waved as they drove off with friendly waves. There are still good people in the world you know.

Then I went in my bedroom and looked around, trying to understand what had happened. It looked pretty much the same, but the strips of Velcro I'd ironed to the suit were lying by the bed. Of the suit there was no sign, but I hadn't expected to see anything. I had a horrible nagging feeling as to where the suit was, a feeling I tried to deny by trying to ignore it. I mean, stuff like that is impossible, isn't it? I felt; and looked, filthy, so took the robe off and went to take a long hot shower that felt absolutely wonderful. I also took about ten Motrin as every muscle in my body felt sore and bruised. After I got out of the shower I went to the sink and shaved, and as I cupped some water to rinse off my face I noticed that while my hand was now healed; no trace of the nasty gash or stitches, I now had a very old looking scar on the palm, in the shape of a pentagram with a symbol of some kind in the center. The mark of the beast, just like in the movies! I put on my glasses to take a closer look, then took them off in surprise, and then put them on again in confusion. When I put them on everything went blurry, when I took them off things got sharp. That was wrong; it should be the other way around! I had been wearing glasses for years as my eyesight was lousy. My optician liked to joke that I had 'perfect eyes for a 90 year old', but I never laughed. But now I suddenly had perfect vision, which was a nice surprise, I guess. Wondering what other "surprises" I had in store I looked at myself in the mirror closely. It wasn't until I turned my head that I found something else new. I had pointed ears. Not the really noticeable Mr. Spock kind, and they really weren't all that pointed, but definitely more than my 'old' ears had been. If you knew me well you might notice, but otherwise they didn't stand out. They were hairier too, so I used my razors mustache trimmer on them. The next thing I found was my canines were a little longer and sharper, not the Dracula kind, but again noticeable if you weren't used them. Then I went and sat down on the bed and stared in the mirror. I knew where the suit was, it was inside of me. Now that I had admitted it I could FEEL it, something not right inside, and that something that was part of me now. If I cut myself would I see fur underneath my skin? I held my face in my hands and started sobbing as the terror caught up with me. It's a horrible thing to realize you're no longer human. Werewolf!, I thought, Oh my God! And what did I do last night?? Did I KILL someone? I mean, that's what monsters like me do, isn't it? We find some idiot taking a walk in the woods at midnight and eat them. And I'd woken up in the woods; and oh shit, I felt full, like I was stuffed! I slipped off the edge of the bed to sit on the floor and stared at myself in the mirror in total despair. If I'd killed someone there was no way I could live with that.

Finally I got up and kind of wandered around the house in a daze, before ending up watching the TV for the latest news report. To my relief there were no reports of anybody being killed, and no missing person reports. Then I sat up and took notice when there was a report of a "large vicious animal, probably a cougar" that had taken someone's guard dog. That sounded like it fit me, and I'd eaten a dog? Gross! Then I remembered my own dog! Brandy! I jumped up and ran out the back door and called for her, and at first thought she wasn't there. Then I heard a growl from under the storage shed where she'd dug out a kind of den she liked to nap in during the summer. I approached and the growls turned to snarls, and when I bent down she started snapping at me like she was rabid. Usually she wanted to jump all over me, or sit in my lap when I was watching TV. Now she was scared of me, and I knew why, and there was nothing I could do about it. Later when I took out the trash she got past me and ran off down the alley. I just let her go, what else could I do? She wasn't safe with me around, not now.

*I got online and looked at every site I could find about Werewolves, black magic, devil worship, anything. I found lots of interesting stuff, a few things that checked out, but very little to help me out. And who could I ask for help?? I wasn't about to send an email to someone I didn't know saying 'Help, I'm a Werewolf, can you help me?' Some sites looked more promising than others, but which ones?? If there was one Werewolf; me, there should be others. I mean, it stands to reason, doesn't it? I had been so busy I hadn't noticed as the shadows on the wall slowly lengthened and deepened. I felt a tingle in my hand, and suddenly realized with horror that night was falling! The tingling grew stronger, oh God I was going to change again! I could feel it! Shit, I should have thought of that, if I'd changed once it meant I could change again! Whatever was inside of me wanted out! I should have driven out into the boonies somewhere, gotten as far away from here; from the town, as possible, but it was too late now. In a panic I tried to find some way to lock myself up, but there was no place that would be any use. I felt my hand cramp, the pentagram burning, and my fingers started to elongate as my fingernails thickened in to claws, fur sprouting all over my skin. And it hurt as my body began to become something else, but not nearly as much as it had that first horrible time. Panicking I locked myself in the bathroom. *

After awhile the screaming stopped and was replaced by deep growls and snarls, then with a loud roar the beast knocked the bathroom door off its hinges and leaped into the bedroom. It flared its sensitive nose and looked around, it recognized this place, it had been here last night and its other half had returned here. This must be their den, so it would remember. Then with a soft growl it excited the same way it had before, and followed the now familiar place to the creek bed and into the wilder areas nearby. It was time to hunt.

*I woke up suddenly, confused and disoriented. Opening my eyes I looked up and saw my bedroom ceiling, the fan slowly turning. Oh thank God, it was a dream! I sat up and quickly realized it was NOT a dream, I was naked and the filthy, the bed stained with dirt, mud, and blood. And it wasn't my blood. With a moan I got up and going to the bathroom; which no longer had a door and was strewn with pieces of ripped apart clothing, I took a hot shower and put on my robe. I sat down and watched the TV praying, and again there were no reports of anybody being killed or going missing. The one thing that did catch my notice was a local rancher had lost several goats to an "unknown large predator". Well thank goodness for something; at least I wasn't a man eater, at least not yet. But would the thing I was be satisfied with dogs and goats? Noticing it was getting close to noon I called work and told them my hand was still really bad, and sorry I hadn't called sooner as the pain killers had knocked me out. They told me take as long as I needed and come back when I felt like it. I figured that would be a long time. Your whole outlook on life and your priorities change when you become a monster. *

I spent the day on a the computer again, and sent some very carefully worded emails to a few sites that seemed more "realistic" then others, which wasn't saying much. Several sites mentioned 'changing by wearing a wolf skin', but according to them you could take it off when you changed back. Hah, they got that one wrong! Most sites had the usual Hollywood stuff; getting bitten changed you, silver bullets (which might be right), wolfsbane (maybe right again), etc. They were 100% right about the full moon stuff though. It calls to you, or to the thing inside, but I had felt the call too. Then at about four in the afternoon I jumped in my car and drove as far into the countryside as I could, found a little used dirt road, and drove until I reached an abandoned quarry. I parked my car inside an old tin building, then got out and waited. And I didn't change, I felt the tingling and the call, but I was able to fight it this time, and it faded after awhile. I looked at the moon, and it wasn't quite full anymore. Covered in sweat I put my clothes back on, and drove home. The whole time I could feel the call, but it was subdued and controllable. The hardest thing about fighting it was part of my human self wanted to let the beast out as well, to give into that seductive call of power and freedom, and it was that part I had to fight.

Every night the call came again, but I was able to beat it back fairly easily now, and it got easier the more the moon waned. I went back to work a couple days later, and was sure to wear bandages on my hand for awhile. After I took them off I tried to keep the odd scar from showing as much as possible. It was faint and unless the light was good pretty hard to see, so no one said much about it. And things got more or less back to normal. But I could feel it inside of me, resting and waiting. I drove back to Baron's Antiques and asked him where he got the wolf pelt, but he had no idea and it was a dead end. Mel called a couple of times, but I told him I couldn't make the meet because some other Furry had offered me $2,000 for the suit and I'd have been stupid not to take it. He was disappointed, but agreed that was one Hell of a good deal. I didn't tell him I really was a Furry now, but just not in the way I'd planned. And slowly the call became stronger, harder to control and resist, and on the night before the next full moon I changed again. The only difference being the pain was not as bad as before, and the human part of me remained aware for a short while after the beast took over. I could remember running down the alley and into the overgrown creek bed, the freedom exhilarating. I could feel the cool earth on my paws, smell the night air, hear the sounds of the night and man, and then slowly my human awareness faded. The next afternoon I drove back out to the old quarry and changed again that evening, and fortunately when I woke up the next morning I was fairly close to the quarry and was able to get back to my car without much trouble. And so far no one had died; the beast seemed content to slaughter livestock or pets. I had a horrible feeling though that this could change.

I had been doing as much research as I could, even visiting the local libraries and checking out every book even remotely dealing with lycanthropy and related subjects such as shape changing, curses, witches, etc. I found a fair amount, but which of it was right, and which was bullshit? That made a BIG difference. Finally I decided to visit some occult shops and "voodoo" type places, maybe I could find out something there. I'd run into a dead-end as far as research went, and the replies to my email had been less then I'd hoped for. Some were interesting, but some were downright nutty. Like some woman who offered to "bite me" and turn me into a Werewolf for $500.00, too late lady. I figured it was some sort of porno thing, that she was a special kind of 'call girl' or something. Since there weren't any shops like that locally I had to drive into the metroplex. I spent two days wandering through dingy little shops that sold all sorts of weird stuff, some kind of interesting. Most were combo porn and fetish type places for people into that kind of stuff. Like BDSM, black magic, demonology, etc. And I came up with zilch, though I did get a couple of interesting propositions. No thanks though. I had NO idea what would happen if I tried to have sex with my...condition. I figured turning into a Werewolf while I was humping some chick would pretty much kill the mood, at least for her. But eventually I got lucky.

I had just finished perusing another weird little shop, and as I was getting in my car a rather unusual young lady approached me. She was done up in one of those Goth or nihilist getups, you now, black with purple lipstick, little chains for jewelry, etc. She walked up to me and handed me a business card; and to my surprise, said,

"Give this lady a call; she might be able to help."

"Help with what?" I asked.

"I can smell it on you!" she replied, and then she took off around the corner of the shop while I just stared, too surprised to respond right away.

I went after her, but she'd disappeared! The alley was empty. I ran down it a little ways, but there was no sign of her. Where the heck could she had gone so fast! I tried the only door nearby, but it was painted shut. Then I noticed a scent in the calmer air of the alley, a wild feral scent, and something in me recognized kin, it was the scent of another Werewolf. Frantically I ran up and down the alley, finally stopping and yelling,

"Please, come back! Don't leave me!"

But there was no answer, the scent fading and elusive. "Please..." I sobbed, but I was alone.

I looked at the card she'd given me, feeling strangely happy that I wasn't alone. There were others like me out there somewhere. The card was simple, it said 'Madame Marian, Spiritual Advisor and Consultant', and had a phone number. It was only two days until the three days I'd have to change, so I figured, what could it hurt?, and called the number. A woman with a cultured voice; sounded European, answered. I wasn't sure what to say, no way would I say 'I'm a Werewolf, can you help me?' That is at least not yet.

"Um hello, um Madame Marian? Yes Ma'am, a young girl gave me your card, said you might could be of some help? I have a rather, um, unusual problem. No, I'm sorry; I really don't want to talk about it over the phone. She said you would, er, understand my...condition."

Madam Marine listened to the man on the phone, and from his voice could tell that he was very concerned about something, very sincere. He must be the one young Paula had told her about, but she had also said he was "different". Since Paula was a Werewolf she would know, but what she meant by "different" intrigued Marian. For some reason the young Were hadn't approached the man like she would have another Werewolf, or at least a "normal" one. In her long life and dealings in the occult and demonology Marian had met many strange and wonderful; or terrifying, creatures. To her Werewolves were among the more benign, most just wanted to be left alone with their "condition". Leave them alone and they're return the favor, but messing with them was a very bad idea. One was bad enough, but they ran in packs. But the loners were the really dangerous ones. So she said,

"Very well then Mr. Bradley, I have an opening in my schedule next Wednesday afternoon, would that be acceptable. No, I'm sorry, I can't meet with you anytime sooner. Very well, my address is..."

*It wasn't until the man had hung up that she remembered the full moon was this weekend. Oh dear, she thought. She had not gotten his number; otherwise she would have tried to call him back. If he had been afflicted recently he most likely would not be able to control himself after the change, and that was bad. If anything she could have offered to lock him up in one of her basement rooms, even a Were couldn't break down those doors. They were warded to slow down even demonkind, so a Were would be easily restrained. *

"Trouble Mistress?" purred a deep voice, and Marian smiled as her familiar Brutus, in his most human form closely resembling that of a black panther, started kneading her shoulders.

"Yes, my love, she replied, some poor man with a problem. The local Were pack may have a new member soon."

"Were's, Brutus said, strange moody types, but nice enough."

"Ummm, yes my love, now let's go to the basement and have a little fun."

Brutus smiled and his purrs got deeper, "Mewwrrrr, yess Mistress!"

I hung up the phone with a sigh. Next Wednesday, I had hoped or something a little sooner. The three nights of the change were this Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. So each night I drove far out into the countryside to the old quarry again. The first morning after I woke up some ways from the quarry, but found my way back there. The second two nights I woke up near the car; it seemed the beast was learning were to return towards morning. I guess it had a vested interest in my not being lost in the countryside too. I could remember bits and pieces of those nights, kind of like a dream that's fairly vivid when you start to wake up, but faded rapidly. And this time I remembered flashes of something squealing, the feel and taste of hot blood, and the exultation I had felt. Finally the night came when I was able to resist and fight it back down inside of me, despite the alluring call. As usual I took a hot shower as soon as I got home, being sure to shave my ears which I had to do every day. Having slightly pointed ears was bad enough, having hairy pointed ears would be worse. Monday I went back to work as usual.

One thing I'd noticed at work was everything was easier. I worked as an assistant manager at a local hardware supply store. I was mostly in charge of the lumber and building supplies sections, and it meant lots of heavy lifting and moving. I used to be so worn out by the end of the day that I would stagger home and collapse into bed half the time, but now a day of humping bags of cement, loading and unloading lumber and other stuff didn't even tire me at all. Once I picked up four 100lb bags of cement when no one was looking, and no problem! Another thing was my fingernails, they were thicker and sharper, and I no longer needed a box cutter. My "claws" easily slit right through every kind of tape and plastic baling straps with no problem. Only the metal ones were a no go, but I found I could snap even those with a quick twist of my wrist. And my sense of smell was extraordinary, the legends about that part were right. Problem was being around a lot of people stinks, add to it the smells of chemicals, paint, etc, that you find in a hardware store and it was almost unbearable at times. I got used to it, but it still stank. And women, you have no idea how they smelled. Sometime when a got a good whiff of some cute young thing I felt something stir (and I don't mean just my dick) inside, and once or twice felt myself start to change, in broad daylight, but fought it back down fairly easily. And that confused me, could I change in daylight?? The legends said nothing about that. But I started watching myself more closely, what would happen if I did lose control and changed with people around? I shuddered just thinking about it. If I lost control and changed would I be able to control the beast, or go on a killing frenzy?

Finally Wednesday came, and taking the day off I drove to see Madam Marian. It was a good two hour drive, but the highways were pretty clear and I got there before lunch hour. I drove up to her imposing old house, and getting out walked up to the door.

Brutus flared his nostrils as the man approached the door. "Definitely a Were Mistress, he said, but something, murrrrr, different too. I have not smelled this before."

"Indeed, my love? Marian replied; that is most unusual. We shall have to see what we have here. Now go and wait, if I need you I will call."

"Mowwrrrr, Yesss Mistress." Brutus said as he left the front hallway, but he would be watching very intently. Should his Mistress need him he would not fail her. Most of their 'clients' were harmless; but you never knew.

I rang the doorbell, and it was instantly answered by a very imposing woman. She was dressed rather plainly in somewhat old fashioned dark clothes and it was hard to tell her age. But even under the less then flattering clothes it was obvious she was a very beautiful woman. She reminded me of your stereotypical maiden aunt, but one heck of a good looking one.

*Marian smiled as she opened the door. "Mr. Bradley? Right on time, come in please and be welcome." *

Brutus was right, she could smell it on him, definitely a supernatural being of some kind. Over the centuries her own senses had sharpened, she could smell magic, or the unnatural; and the man reeked of it.

"Thank you" I replied. As I entered I flared my nostrils. She smelled, well, very female, much more than usual. But there was another scent, a strong male musk, but not a Were like me, but something??

She took me to a room done up like a combination parlor and office, there was even a physiatrists couch, but we sat at a table. He offered me tea & some kind of little biscuits, which I accepted. The tea was excellent, the biscuits crumbly and sweet. I felt myself relax, and realized she was an expert at putting people at ease, which I found reassuring. She smiled when I complimented her on the refreshments, and then said something that caught me completely by surprise.

"So Mr. Bradley, Madam Marian said, how long have you been a Were, and what kind are you?"

I couldn't have been more shocked if Elvis had walked into the room. I stared with my mouth open, shut it, and said,

"How, how did you know!"

"Well, said Marian, the young girl; Paula, another Were, who gave you my card said you were one too, but she said she wasn't sure exactly what kind. And I can smell it on you."

"Are you, I asked, a Were too?"

"No Mr. Bradley, replied Marian, but I am what you would call a Sorceress. I can smell such things too; it is a...side effect of my chosen calling. But you do smell somewhat different. Tell me, what kind are you, and how did this unfortunate development come about?"

"I'm a Werewolf, I replied (God that sounded so weird), I put on a skin I bought at an antique store. I thought it was a costume, and then it wouldn't come off!"

Hmmm, thought Marian. If he changed using a skin then he shouldn't smell so strongly, he smells more like a "natural" Were then a magic induced; or cursed, one. But there IS something else mixed in.

"Do you have the skin, or this costume, with you?" she asked.

"Um, kind of, I replied, it's inside of me, its part of me."

Marian sat up straighter, how strange! "Describe it to me." she asked.

So I did, I told her everything. When I mentioned the scar she immediately said,

"Let me see it."

I held out my hand, palm up, and she examined the scar carefully. The symbol, or glyph, in the center seemed faint and hard to focus on. She said a word I didn't quite catch, and to my shock the scar began to glow! The whole thing was now clear, including the strange marking, and as the glow faded she quickly wrote it down.

This is strange Marian thought, very strange indeed. The scar was faint, so she cast a small revelation spell and the scar lit up, and taking a small notepad she copied the design. For another thing the skin he had described was very unusual sounding, any skins she had heard of before had been mere belts of wolf skin, or maybe a whole pelt the wearer wore like a cape. They were often made by a skilled magic user so they could become beasts. But she had never heard of a full one-piece body skin before, and that odd scar, he said he'd only had it for a few weeks, but it looked like it had been there for years. And once the sun came up the person wearing a skin returned to human form, and the skin came back off. The problem was the wearer became addicted to the power and freedom the skin offered, and it was hard to stop using it, and the longer you did the harder it was to stop. Plus he wasn't a regular 'cursed' Were either, those were the really dangerous ones, to be pitied and feared. And of course he wasn't a 'natural' born Were who had a parent; or parents, who were Were's. And the pentagram and seal indicated possible demonic involvement, and she wasn't familiar with the seal. She'd need some help with this one.

"Mr. Bradley, Marian said, I must admit you have me somewhat at a loss. I know of several kinds of Were's, but not one created in a way such as yourself. I will need to do some, um, research. There are some 'experts' I must consult with. That is all I can do for now, and I will call you back in the next day or two.

Madam Marian watched from the window as the man drove away, and smiled when Brutus started rubbing her shoulders. She closed her eyes as she took a deep smell of his musky scent, and asked.

"Well my love, what did you think of our visitor?"

"Hmmrrrr, I thought he was a honest man, but very scared. He has an odd scent, like two instead of one. One human, the other something else, but joined at the same time. Mrrowrrr."

"As usual you are astute my feline friend, he is an unusual case. I feel sorry for those like him, suddenly thrust into a whole new world, their safe little world thrown into chaos. We shall have to give Vivian a call, she is more knowledgeable about the world of Were's then most. And later we can summon the Mistress if Vivian is unable to be of any help."

"Mwwooowwrrrr, Sex magic?" Brutus purred hopefully.

"But of course my dear." Answered Marian, IF we can wait that long, she moaned as Brutus's hands moved from her shoulders to her breasts and he started licking the back of her neck.

*As I drove away I felt hope for the first time. Madam Marian had certainly impressed me as someone who knew what they were talking about, were the real deal. And the way she smelled, I had a stiffy in my pants all the way home. *

*"Glitz, will you stop that, you're going to break something!" Vivian said as the little dragoness looped and dived through the air. The air was filled with the musical tinkling of wind chimes. They were on consignment from a very talented young artist who specialized in jewelry and other decorative items based on "Creatures of Myth and Fantasy". Now one of those creatures was having a ball with the chimes. Most of the chimes were thin metal or plastic cut-outs of dragons and other flying creatures, and Glitz was fascinated by them. "They look like me!" she'd screeched in delight, and was using the wind caused by her wings to make them tinkle and chime as she flew and darted around them with graceful ease. At first it had been fun to watch, but she'd been doing it for hours now and it was driving Vivian batty. *

"Glitz honey, where's Sye?" Vivian asked. The little dragoness familiar landed on the desk next to Vivian, and it folded its rainbow hued gossamer wings as it scampered up her arm and wrapped itself around her neck, and promptly nipped Vivian's ear.

"Stop it !" Vivian giggled.

"Made you laugh! Piped Glitz in triumph, I get a treat!"

"Yes you do" agreed Vivian, and gave her little familiar a jelly bean. The little dragoness gave a shriek of delight, and flew down to the desk to eat the treat. Cherry, her favorite!

"Glitz, where's Sye? Vivian asked again, it's almost feeding time."

Glitz looked up from where she'd been peeling the outer "shell" of the jelly bean off in small pieces, and said,

"He's under the floorboards somewhere Mistress; those pesky mice have been getting out of hand. He's going to run'em off or eat'um up."

"Well, you'd better call him honey, it's time to eat, and I'll need you both for some magic in a little bit. We've got a half-dozen charms to make."

"Yum, boobies!" quipped Glitz.

"Glitz, that's not nice! Vivian said, I prefer the term 'breast feeding'.

'OK Mistress. I'll call him now." Glitz replied.

The little red dragoness threw her head back and gave high pitched keening noise that quickly rose out of the range of human hearing, or any other non-magical creature for that matter. It didn't sound like she was making a sound, but her whole throat was vibrating. She stopped and lowered her head, snapped her jaws shut, cocked her head, and said,

"He's coming Mistress, says he has a present for you!"

Now I wonder what that means, thought Vivian as she reached to answer the phone. Sye had downloaded the theme song from "Tales from the Crypt" as the ring tone, and they all thought that was funnier then Hell. It was one of her two familiar's favorite shows, along with old reruns of 'The Munster's', 'The Adam's Family', and 'The Three Stooges'. They loved comedies; and Glitz had been heartbroken when Rodney Dangerfield had died, and she had cried for hours. The little familiar's most prized possession was an autographed photo the comedian had sent her in response to numerous fan letters the little dragoness had dictated to Vivian. It was signed, "Dear Glitz, I'm glad somebody respects me! Love, Rodney".

"Vivian's Sundries and Necessities, this is Vivian, May I help you?" she said as she picked up the phone. "Oh, Aunt Marian, how nice!" Then she made "be quiet!" motions to Glitz who was dive bombing the wind chimes again. "Glitz honey, it's Aunt Marian!"

Glitz flew over and tried to grab the phone so she could talk, but Vivian gave her a "behave!" look and held it out of reach, so Glitz perched on the edge of the desk and sulked.

"Glitz says Hi, Aunt Marian. Business is pretty good, thanks. Could I look up a glyph or seal for you? Of course, can you send me a fax or email with an attachment? Great, that will be a big help. How's Brutus? Good, good. He WHAT? That's um, er, rather creative to say the least, the horny beast! Anything new with you? A Were? Cursed? Not sure, oh, the seal is part of it. Well, I'll check it out right away. I'll get back to you right away if I find anything. Uh-huh, OK. Thanks, bye!"

"I wanted to talk to Auntie Marian Mistress.", sniffed Glitz.

"I'm sorry baby, Vivian said, but she had to go, Brutus was, um, getting playful. I'll let you say Hi when I call her back. I need to check the PC for an email she sent me; we have a mystery on our hands."

"Oh boy, hissed Glitz, a mystery! Is there a map, pirates, and lots so ill gotten booty?"

"No, sorry baby, Vivian said affectionately, but there is magic, a Werewolf, and maybe a curse!"

"Werewolves are boring Mistress, they just turn into dogs and run around howling. Pirates are a lot more fun!"

"Well, sorry, no pirates this time, Vivian said, now where is Sye? He won't like missing lunch."

*Sye was under the floorboards and was dragging a treasure he'd found over the dirty foundation. Mistress will like this! He thought. He'd ventured into the dark narrow spaces to run of a family of mice that had outworn their welcome, and having accomplished that had literally stumbled on his 'find' under the thick layer of dirt and dust. It was a $10.00 gold piece in mint condition. He'd found other coins and neat stuff before, but this was the best yet. The old building had been built back around the turn of the century and had been a dry goods store, drug store, second hand store, and was now an antique store. He bet whoever had lost the coin to start with had been heartbroken. He had to carry it close to his chest, and it was heavy even for a magical creature like himself. He was a dragon too, Glitz's mate to be exact. The little dragoness had transformed him into a drake familiar because she was lonely, and while he had been; understandably, upset and horrified at first he had grown to love the little dragoness with all his heart, and had made her his mate. He was more than happy now. He picked up the coin and crouching over made his way towards the crawlspace exit behind the toilet. *

*Deciding to wait for Sye before she starting giving the familiar's their lunch; much to Glitz's disappointment, she brought up her emails and downloaded the attachment Aunt Marian had sent. It was a drawing of a pentagram; nothing unusual there, but she whistled when she saw the seal in the center. She thought she'd seen it somewhere before. Nasty, she thought. *

*Sye pulled himself through the narrow opening, dragging the coin with him. He fit through the tight opening fairly easy, having hollow bones almost more cartilage then actual bone, he was able to squeeze himself through remarkably small openings with relative ease. Clutching the coin he took off, and flying a little slower than usual headed for Mistress Vivian's office. As he entered the Mistress was concentrating on a book, and Glitz was playing with paper clips-she liked to make chains out of them. He dropped the heavy coin with a dull "clink" on the open book, and with a screech pounced on Glitz who shrieked back, and they rolled and tussled for awhile before finally breaking apart. Then he gently rubbed his mate's snout and neck with his own, hissing softly. Just being with her made him happy, and her eyes glowed as she returned his affections. He no longer cared he had once been human, she was his whole life now, she and their Mistress. *

*Vivian snapped out of her reverie with a surprised snort, and was about to scold Sye for so 'rudely' interrupting her when she saw what was lying on the book. It was a gold coin! She picked it up and looked at it carefully; it was a $10.00 gold piece! She looked at the date, 1883-O. As with all antique dealers she had an American Coins price guide, and looked it up. The coin was at least EF, and she squeaked when she saw the estimated value. She double checked, and squeaked again. $20,000+!!! She looked up at the two drakes who had stopped what they were doing and had been staring at her as she made funny noises. They looked back and her and blinked. *

"Everything OK Mistress?" Sye asked.

Vivian jumped up, did a little dance, and started singing "We're In the Money!"

Glitz; startled, had taken flight, and Sye had fallen off the desk, but now he joined his mate as they darted around the office, not sure what was going on. Mistress Vivian was acting goofy, and they were worried.

"What is it! What'd we do?" squealed Glitz, and Sye echoed her.

Vivian calmed down long enough to tell them, and while money was still a kind of abstract conception to Glitz, Sye understood well enough. He added his own roars of excitement to the ongoing impromptu dance session as he flew around Vivian's head, and Glitz; still not understanding, did too as all she knew was her Mistress and mate were both happy so that was something worth roaring about even though she didn't know what was going on for sure.

Finally their glee faded and the two drakes landed on the desk and started preening again, and Vivian watched as they spread their wings and helped one another to clean and tidy up the thin translucent membranes. It looked paper thin; and it was, but it was almost indestructible. A bullet wouldn't penetrate. Though small and fragile looking they were magical creatures, drakes to boot, and the regular laws of physics did not apply to them. When they finished with their wings they folded them onto their backs and they fit so tightly they were hard to see. Then they started "kissing" again, gently rubbing their snouts together. Vivian was so glad her familiar had found a mate; she had been so lonely as they had never seen another drake familiar; and she was equally glad Sye had finally forgiven Glitz for transforming him. But most of all she was glad to see how much they loved one another; each was completely and totally dedicated to the other, their love for one another made them glow to those would could see auras. Vivian gave another smile, then started to take her shirt off, and said,

'Lunch time kiddies!"

"Boobies!" shrieked Glitz.

"Glitz! That's not nice" said Sye and Vivian as the same time.

*Vivian gave a sigh of relief as her large heavy firm breasts bounced free of her bra, she hated those damn extra-support bras, it was like wearing an old fashioned brassiere, and it was hard to breath sometimes. But it was necessary as her breasts had grown considerably since she now had two familiar's to feed, the greedy little beasts. But they weren't hyper, thank goodness, just larger then she was used too. And they felt like they were going to burst, full to overflowing. She gave a sigh of pleasure as she cradled the two little drakes in her lap, and they eagerly suckled at her breasts to get their meal of the special milk all practioners of the arts who had familiars produced for them. Familiar's could eat other food, but would eventually die without their human partner's milk. It was way more than just milk, and resembled honey more than regular milk as it also contained blood and other special nutrients, and was very sweet and extremely nourishing. A familiars body had a much faster metabolism; especially flying ones, as they used up a great deal of energy. Once a day was the norm, but in the case of the drakes it was two times, or even three if they'd been particularly active or had helped in casting spells. But Vivian didn't mind, she loved to cradle the two dear creatures, and the feel of their sharp little teeth on her nipples as their claws kneaded and massaged her breasts as they fed was erotic as Hell, and felt sooo good. Plus the relief of pressure was divine, and her breasts would be noticeably smaller when they finished, but would swell back to full capacity within a few hours. They were all quite happy with the arrangement. *

As the familiar fed giving contented little hisses Vivian leaned back in her chair and thought about the strange seal, and the gold coin. They had needed money badly; contrary to popular belief you didn't get rich in her line of business, not unless you sold your soul, and even then it wasn't guaranteed. Dealing with demonkind was very dangerous and complicated, they took you very literally when you asked for something, and often their own interpretation of what you thought you had asked for was something completely different if you weren't very specific and detailed. The money for the sale of the coin would go a long way towards renovating the shop, with a nice nest-egg left over. Finally they could get that damn plumbing fixed! But the seal bothered her, she knew she'd seen it, but were? She decided she'd call Lazarus later, he was the Alpha male of the local Were pack. When the drakes were through she didn't put her bra or shirt back on right away as the shop was warm since they had no AC, and she felt much cooler topless. If anyone came in she could slip into them in a second. Next order of things was to give Sye a bath as he was filthy from his little subterranean expedition; but that was easier said than done, like most familiar's he and Glitz hated baths. So she had to use a tried and true method, a bribe.

"So it's agreed, Vivian finally said in exasperation, two jelly beans each and a pinch of cinnamon, AFTER you've had your baths!"

The two drakes looked down at her from the rafters were they'd taken refuge at the first hint of the dreaded word "bath", looked at one another, hissed, and then nodded. Little extortionists, she thought.

She filled the deep washroom sink with warm water and a touch of a special non-allergenic soap she made herself; you had to be careful with what you put on familiars. They could react to certain chemicals and other substances in extremely violent ways. She was soon drenched as the two familiar struggled with her and splashed one another, and soon there was more water on her and the floor then in the tub as the two drakes squealed and splashed like she was trying to drown them. The big babies! Then they got away from her before she could dry them off and flew around the shop dripping water all over everything, and she had to clean up after them while the little kamikaze's dive-bombed her with deadly accuracy and pulled on her hair. They were all shrieking with laughter, and they finally let her catch them and screeched while she tickled and blew raspberries on their tummies. They all finally ended up back in the office, and the two drakes curled up around one another and took a nap in an old dog bed by the desk while Vivian looked through some more references to see if she could run down that seal. She stopped to look at the two sleeping familiars every now and then, love in her eyes. Sye was curled around Glitz protectively and she was holding him close. As she watched Sye stirred sleepily, nuzzled Glitz gently for a minute, then fell back asleep with a soft happy hiss. So much love.

Vivian finally found what she was looking for in an old tome of Demonology over three hundred years old. She sucked a lip as she read the archaic Latin script. Oh dear, not good, the seal was the sign of Dis, one of the old school fire and brimstone demons from way back. No, not good at all. The smaller symbol next to it she had no idea, but it looked like a practioners personal mark, not a demonic sygil. She looked further, but that was all she could find. When she raised her head Glitz was sitting on the edge of the desk looking at her, and Sye was rolling around on his back in the dog bed hissing as he stretched.

*"Mistress, can I have my cinnamon now?" Glitz hissed hopefully. At the sound of the word 'cinnamon' Sye quickly joined her, and they both looked at her with big hopeful eyes. *

"Weell, OK, you've been pretty good." Vivian teased. She smiled as both the little drakes started bobbing their heads and necks up and down in excitement. They both loved cinnamon; it was like a drug to familiars. It induced euphoria and happiness, and increased their powers for a short time. It was very useful in casting more powerful spells. But like any drug its use had to be controlled, an overdose could kill a familiar, and too much regular use could lead to addiction. But in small amounts every now and then it was harmless, so she got out her special "stash" of pure cinnamon she bought from another magic user who specialized in spices, and put two small pinches on the tips of two fingers. She held her hand down and the two drakes eagerly licked up the spice with quick darts of their little forked tongues. The effect was immediate, and when the cinammon was all gone they only had one thing on their minds. Sye started nuzzling and nipping at Glitz, and she watched him intently as his nips moved to the base of her tail, and then with a screech she took flight with Sye in hot pursuit. As it so happened cinnamon was also an extremely powerful aphrodisiac, at least with drakes. Not that they really needed it, the little beasts were insatiable and loved to mate for hours.

Sye chased Glitz through the maze of the shop, moving with quick snaps of his wings as he dodged around, over, and under obstacles, the object of his attention leading him on a merry chase. He knew were they'd end up, but he loved to chase his beautiful and graceful mate, he loved the sight of her sleek glistening scales, her sexy tail and scent were breathtaking. After several minutes of nonstop top speed flight she finally landed on the large beam she had built her nest on, their nest. It was a well made composite of all sorts of scraps, cozily lined with fluff and down, small animal skins, and had pretty shiny objects decorating it. Sye thought it was beautiful, just like his mate. As he touched down and approached her she backed away and hissed playfully at him. Oh, playing hard to get, are we? He thought in delight. She dodged him for awhile, once 'falling' off the edge of the beam, only to loop around and come up behind him as he looked over the edge. She landed on his back and nipped the back of his neck, and he roared in surprise, and twisting suddenly managed to catch and pin her. He held her down and gently nuzzled her snout and neck, licking her with his tongue. Then he just stared into her gemlike eyes for awhile, completely infatuated no matter how many times he'd done that, and she stared back as she licked the tip of his snout. She finally gave a soft squeal to let him know she was ready for him, and submitted to his dominance. They didn't do this all the time, but it was nice to give into their instincts at times and mate as 'feral' drakes, and the cinnamon helped bring that out. He let her up, and he circled her slowly nipping and rubbing his snout along her body, and she crouched and lifted her tail for him. He positioned himself, and hooking one leg over one of hers he pushed her tail to one side and mounted her with a loud snarling hiss of pleasure, and she gave a soft shriek of delight as his hardness penetrated her. She squealed and struggled a little in reaction to the incredible pleasure, and with a hiss Sye bit her gently on the back of her neck to pin her, and serviced her with rapid powerful thrusts and she closed her eyes tightly, gasping for breath as the pleasure grew and grew, finally peaking in both of them, and they roared in ecstasy as they both reached their climatic release, and he kept stroking into her dragging it out as long as possible. When he finally dismounted he held her for awhile, and the next time they coupled she lay on her back and squealed as her mate serviced her most energetically. She wanted him again afterwards, but he regretfully told her he had to "save some for the Mistress", and Glitz remembered it was Wednesday night.

Sye was not a normal familiar in that he had been human once, and was the victim of a spell cast on him by Glitz. The little dragoness had really not realized that what she had done at the time was wrong and very selfish; despite her intelligence she was fairly naive and could be very self centered. She'd wanted a mate, so had made herself one. When she'd finally realized just how much it had traumatized Sye she had been horrified at what she'd done, but he had forgiven her and they'd fallen in love. It had been the happiest day in her life when he took her for his mate. Due to his origin he had some rather unusual abilities. Many familiars have two forms, their animal or 'small' form, and a large partially human or 'large' from. But while Glitz couldn't change her form, Sye had three forms. His normal 'small' form, a full sized dragon form about twenty feet long, and a 'large' partially human form. And part of his "duties" (much to his delight) was to sexually pleasure their Mistress in his 'large' form. Glitz didn't mind at all, and loved to watch. She loved the fact that she and her Mistress had the same mate; it just made them closer than ever. They shared everything.

*Vivian looked up as Sye landed on the desk. The little drake looked at her with his lovely eyes, and licked his snout. She had heard the two drakes mating; they could be quite vocal, and had felt her own lust slowly rising. Every other day she took Sye to bed with her, not just to sleep. Thought the drakes did sometimes sleep with her, when they weren't in their darling little nest. She had climbed a ladder once and looked at it, the two drakes looking back at her from their cozy little nest. It was the sweetest thing she'd ever seen, the nest was a true work of art. She looked at Sye, and they both knew what they wanted. He did a back flip off the desk, changing as he went, landing upright in his 'large' partially human form. Showoff, she thought. In that form he was much more human, but there was still no mistaking him for anything but a dragon. Like Glitz he had a red body, black belly bands and highlights, and black horns. His eyes were reptilian, but were also gem like and would glow when he was excited or happy, and they were glowing now. She stood up and went around the desk and they embraced, and despite his wicked claws he was amazing gently as he undressed her, his tongue licking and tasting her body, his powerful nonhuman musk filling her nostrils. Oh God, he was so beautiful, so strong. His neck was shorter in this form, but still fairly long, and gracefully he lowered his head and ran his forked tongue over her face and breasts hissing softly, and she kissed the tip of his snout. Then he crouched and ran his tongue between her legs as he tasted her sex, adding his saliva to her already flowing juices. She closed her eyes with a moan as she held his horns, his tongue now deep inside of her. Oh GOD, she thought. Being what she was she had to be extremely careful in sexual partners, and her sexual drive was very strong, but his unexpected arrival had solved that need more than adequately. Like Glitz she was in love with Sye and needed only one lover to keep her very happy. The sad lonely young man Sye had once been was now a very accomplished lover, to both his mate and his Mistress. *

*She gasped as his tongue slid from her sex, and then worked its way up her belly to her nipples again, and as he stood up she lowered herself until his lower belly bands were at head level. She gently stroked the bands around the fold of his vent, and soon under her knowledgeable caresses his penis came sliding out of his vent. No matter how often she saw it; which was fairly often, it never ceased to arouse her even more. It was very large, the tip pointed and the corona flared and scalloped, and he had a canine knot at the base. She knew when drakes mated they locked together much like canines, and the female could keep the male inside her for as long as she wanted by using her powerful vagina & cloaca muscles and clamping down behind the knot. But as she knew from experience it would fit in her quite nicely. She sucked the head of his penis, licking the shaft and rubbing on the softened bands at the base as she knew he liked that, and his grunts and hisses confirmed it. After he was rampant she stood up, and turning around she faced the desk and bent over and braced herself. Sye didn't need another invitation, and she gasped as he gripped her around her waist, and then moaned as his penis pressed against, and the penetrated her sex and he hilted after several powerful lunges. He shifted his hands from her waist to rest on the table in front of her shoulders as his weight settled on her back and he serviced her with strong steady thrusts. Vivian knew she was in for a long night of incredible sexual pleasure as the great beast was insatiable being what he was, but then so was she. She sobbed in ecstasy as her first orgasm exploded in her sex, the first of many, and her mate gave a deep moaning growl of release as he filled her womb with his cum. *

*Glitz flew in and landed on top of a bookcase and watched in fascination with bright eyes as the two hissed and moaned in pleasure. She hoped Sye wouldn't be too tired to mate with her again later, watching him and her Mistress mate always turned her on. He wasn't. *

"Uggh, moaned Marian as Brutus thrust in to her, a little slower and not quite so hard my love, I need to concentrate on the summoning spell. It wouldn't, oh, oh, ohhh, do to make a mistake."

*Brutus gave a meow of disappointment, but complied with his Mistress's wishes. He liked to mate with her the first time fast and hard to take the edge off his lust, but he could slow down if she wanted. He'd make up for it later, and he knew she knew that. *

Mistress Vulva looked up from her desk with a frown, she was being summoned! Drat, not right now! She and Lisa had almost completely finished some rather bothersome and time consuming quarterly reports. But she had no choice but to answer the summons as she was being called by name.

"Lisa dear, said Vulva, hisss, can you finish these on your own? I'm being summoned and have to go."

"Of course Mistress, replied Lisa, I'll take care of it. Any instructions?"

*"Yes, hissed Vulva, keep Pet out of the urinal cakes!" *

*Then Vulva laughed at the indignant hiss from the large red dragon in the corner. She knew her Pet, oh yes she did! The big mooch. She ran down the tunnel to her own private pentagram, climbed on the platform, nodded at the operator, and ducking her head folded her wings around herself. There was a moment of disorientation, and then she was elsewhere. *

*Vulva unfolded her wings, and standing up snapped them open again before folding them on her back. She looked around, and smiled when she saw the statuesque woman being energetically fucked by a large black panther-man. *

"Hello Gertrude, hiss, hisss, hissss, I'm sorry 'Madam Marian'. It looks like you and your familiar are at it again, I must say I approve. Hissss, you really need to lend him too me sometime. From the sounds, hiss, you're making he's quite accomplished in the arts of pleasuring a female. Hiss, hiss, hisss."

"Welcome Mistress Vulva. And yes, he does, urrgg, satisfy me quite well." Marian gasped, oh, oh, Brutus! He was really worked up, they'd held off on satisfying their rising lust until the sun had gone down and they could activate the pentagram, and they were both hornier then, well, Hell. She grunted as he thrust into her again, his powerful paw/hands rubbing her breasts and nipples, and said,

"We have a mystery Mistress, could you, GASP, UGGGGH, look at the seal on the piece of paper on the, ah-ah-aaahhhhHH! altar? Do you recognize, UGH, it? I, oh, oh, UGGGGGGHHHHH!!" She gasped as a massive orgasm racked her body, and Brutus yowled his own relief.

Impressive, Vulva thought, they fuck like demonkind! So nice to deal with someone who takes their, um, work so seriously. Hiss, hiss, hiisss. She walked over to the altar and picked up the paper, and hissed, this one was easy for a change.

"This is the seal of Great Lord Dis, Vulva said, the smaller sigil is the mark of the practioner who cast a spell in his name. It is an older version, I would, hiss, say circa-1300's, possibly older. Tell me, how did you come by it? Hissss. Great Lord Dis is one of the oldest and first of our kind, he is, hisss, not to be trifled with. He is in charge of the 6th Level; or circle, of Hell."

Gasping, Marian, in between orgasms, managed to explain the circumstances to her Mistress. The imposing demoness thought for a minute, then said,

*"I will inquire of the Great Lord if he remembers a practioner who used this sigil. He may deign to answer, then again he may not. He is, unpredictable to, hissss, say the least. Nowadays he prefers his privacy." *

"Mistress Vulva, ugggghh, I thought Dis was another name for the Ruler of Hell; Lucifer? Ah, ah, ahhhhh!"

*"HIIIIISSSSSSS said Vulva in anger, "Do NOT use that name foolish mortal, HISSSS, not when you have a direct link to Hell open!! He may hear, and decide to appear! HISSSSSS! I guarantee neither of us would like that!" *

"My apologize Mistress, quailed Marian, and Brutus cringed, I did not realize!"

"Just do NOT do it again, hissed Vulva with narrowed eyes and bared fangs, such mistakes are usually not repeated, we are lucky this time! Even I dare not speak that name! And NO, Dis is not HE, but it is a common mistake. But Great Lord Dis does sit on the left hand side of the Throne of Hell."

"Thank you for forgiving my mistake Mistress, said Marian, I meant no disrespect to you or your fellows!"

"Of course you didn't, hissed Vulva, which is why I am still here. Had you not served me so well I would have closed the pentagram forever. Come join me, your time is almost up, a few years will make no difference. I promise I will be merciful; such good servants are hard to find. I will find something...suitable for both you and your familiar. I promise you will not, hisss, be separated."

Marian smiled, Mistress Vulva always tries, and the offers WERE tempting. "As always my thanks for your generous offer Mistress, but I think I shall wait. There are some very interesting things going on, and I would see how they turn out before I join you."'

"A pity, sighed Vulva. The things I could show you, and do to you! It will be glorious. I have something very special in mind for you. The Slayer has turned out quite nicely by the way; the others have made him feel at home."

"Ah yes, the poor man who sold you his soul for revenge, Marian said sadly, I wondered how he had turned out."

"As I said, hissed Vulva, quite nicely. He reaped not only the souls of those who murdered his family, but many others who were stupid enough to try and stand in his way. Hisssss. Do not grieve overly for him, he is mine and I will care for him. But now I must go, I have much to do, big party coming up. Again, if you join me now you are invited. Hisss."

Marian chuckled, and then gasped as Brutus sped up his thrusts again. "Again my thanks Mistress, UH, but I will wait for now."

"Ah well, Vulva said, it will make the anticipation that much more enjoyable. I will inform you if I find out anything about the sigil. Farewell for now, and I still want to borrow your kitty some day! Hiss, hiss, hiss."

Marian just lowered her head to the podium and moaned in pleasure as Brutus kept fucking her for quite some time. A summoning always made him so...insatiable, much to her delight.

Vivian got out her hidden; and warded, little black book (it was blue actually, with little pink hearts and labeled "My Diary", and flipped the pages until she found the phone number for Lazarus, it was under "L" for "Lycanthrope". It was a forwarding service, so she'd have to wait until he called her back, which didn't take long. She wiggled in the chair, she was still nice and sore from last night, Sye was one Hell of a demanding lover. And from the sounds in the shop he and Glitz were at it again.

Vivian picked up the phone as it rang, and said "Hello Lazarus, How have you been?"

A deep voice chuckled, and replied "The Lovely Vivian, so nice to hear from you! To what reason do I owe the pleasure of this conversation? Has one of my pack been, difficult?"

"Oh no, not at all, Vivian said. Whenever they come in they're always quite well behaved, I wish my other customers were so polite! No, we have a bit of a mystery on our hands. Has to do with a new Were, but a strange one."

"Hmm, must be the one young Paula mentioned she'd run into. What species? Lazurus asked. Not a tiger I hope, they are very hard to control."

"No, a male wolf so far as we know. But not a natural; or a crossover. It appears to be a curse of some kind, but we don't know the type. A skin is involved, but it appears to have been a full body skin or costume, and when he changed back to human it remained part of him. And there's an as of yet unidentified scar on his left palm, a pentagram with a seal in the center."

"Indeed? Lazarus mused, that IS strange. A skin that merged with the wearer? I'll have to do some research of my own. I'll call some other Alphas I know, they might have heard something. Thank you for calling, of course we will help him if we can."

"My thanks, Vivian replied, according to Madam Marian he's just some nice man who got involved by accident through no intention of his own."

"Well, Lazarus said, most of them are, if he can learn to live it we'll welcome him, but you know if he can't control it and goes feral we'll have to take matters into our own hands."

"Yes, I know, Vivian replied, that's another reason I called. Let's hope it won't come to that though."

"Of course, Lazarus replied, I will call if I have any news."

*A short time later Madam Marian called and told Vivian about the connection to the demon Dis, which confirmed what Vivian had already found out. Not good, thought Vivian. Demonic involvement was usually not a good thing; not all the time, but usually. If the great demon Dis was directly involved the poor man was truly and totally screwed. If the skin was demon possessed in time the man could become the demon. *

*Over the next several days several things were found out by the various parties, and a fairly good idea of what exactly was involved was put together. It was a doozy, and Madam Marian was both appalled and intrigued, the Were's were not very happy, and Vivian felt sorry for the poor guy. The good news was that if he had a strong personality he could control the curse, make a deal with it as it were as while the skin was sentient in a way it was not a true demon, it was more of a kind of demonic symbiote. Great Lord Dis did reply to Mistress Vulva's inquiry; much to the demoness's surprise, the sigil was the mark of a long dead; and damned, witch who had served him back in the 1300-1400's during the so-called dark ages. For demonkind it had actually been a fun time, they had a ball messing with the mortals. The witch had asked Dis to create a protector, or bodyguard, for her. He had complied by giving her a spell with which the skin of an animal of her choice would merge with a human and he would be her slave, and would assume the form of a beast at her command to serve and protect her. The witch; not being particularly good at what she did, screwed up a summoning a few years later and was now in the belly of Dis for eternity, not fun. The "bodyguard", set free by his Mistress's death, had disappeared into the mists of time. It would appear he had been slain at some point, and skinned. The skin; removed from the body, had been waiting to find a new host. Since the witch was beyond reach he was basically 'free', but would still be cursed. It was a form of Lycanthropy, but not the usual kind. For one thing he had only two forms, human and beast. Unlike a regular Were he could not assume a full four legged form, but like them he was bound to the moon. He had no choice but to change three nights a month, the night before, the night of, and the night after, the full moon. And like most Were's if he could learn to control the beast he could change anytime he wanted, day or night. The time of the month would make a big difference as to how much the human awareness would be in control though. Whenever a Were assumes beast or animal form he is subject to the animals instincts and its needs to some extent, and it is imperative that the Were learns how to balance the human and animal awareness's, make them work together. And he would be even harder to kill then natural Were's because he'd heal even faster, and was larger and stronger than most. A mortal wound would be decapitation, or major damage to the brain, otherwise he was invulnerable. Shoot a regular Were enough times and it would die, but not him. As to life expectancy, who knows? The original cursed man had evidently not lived for very long after the witch died. And there was one major problem common to Were's of all kinds, if he killed a human while the beast was completely in charge then he would go "feral", and would have to be destroyed as after that the beast would be completely in charge and only human flesh would satisfy it. Was there any way to remove the curse? No, not after his palm had been marked. If he was killed and the skin removed again it would eventually find a new host. If it wasn't removed it would rot with its hosts body and "die". So there you had it, now it only remained for Madam Marian to tell the poor bastard just how well and truly fucked he was. The good news was if he could learn to control it he could live with it much like any other handicap. Lazarus had agree to help the new Were to try and come to grips with what he was now; and to learn to control his other half. If he wasn't able to then the Were's would attempt to destroy him, but they wouldn't tell him that. *

I got a call back from Madam Marian a few days later, it was waiting on the answering machine when I got home from work. I called her back right away, and she answered the phone,

"Hello Mr. Bradley, how are you? Good, good. We need to meet again; I have some good news, and some not so good news. You are indeed a Werewolf of sorts, but a rather rare and unique kind. When would you like to come by? Anytime? Excellent, how about tomorrow in the early afternoon?"

*As I hung up the phone I had very mixed feelings. I was excited that she seemed to know what I was, but the "not so good news" part worried me. I went out in the backyard and sat down in a lawn chair and looked at the partial moon. Even now I could feel the call, and wondered "What are you? What am I now?" I didn't get an answer, but I swear the thing inside of me heard my question. *

** The End**

************************************************************************

---

---

---

---

---

---

---

---

---

---

---

---