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Preview - Crushing on a Werewolf

by Zmeydros

(Edited by Tiliquain and Secretskunk)

The screen of my phone was too bright even on its dimmest setting. There was only one streetlight on this entire block of golf course-adjacent road. If someone were looking to get bitten by a vampire, all they'd have to do is walk a quarter mile westward down Airport Road and enter the first gated community they saw. Despite the glare from my phone screen, my enhanced night vision could make out sand traps, putting greens, and a distant shimmer of magic that looked like a fine web of white threads.

But I dared not investigate further until Sevka arrived. Instead, I was texting Jackie, "Sorry again that I had to bail in the middle of our Valentine's movie marathon."

She sent back, "If I'm gonna enjoy your werewolf awesomeness, I've gotta accept both the good and the bad it comes with."

"True, thanks for understanding." I heard Sevka's black SUV pulling up. "Sorry, gotta go, Sevka's here."

"TTYL! <3," she sent back before I put my phone away.

As Sevka got out of her SUV, her long coat dragged on the floor of her vehicle before falling gracefully to its full length. The claw scars on her face looked even more severe under the stark greenish-white light cast by the streetlight as she shut the door and walked up to me. Before she said a word, she pulled a modest stack of hundred-dollar bills out of her coat pocket and pressed the money into the palm of my hand.

As I gripped the bills, she took her hand away saying, "Sorry the payment was late. I wanna strangle some feds right now."

"That requires more paperwork than you want to do," I said, slipping the bills under the passenger's seat of my car.

"More than none?" She chuckled.

"Yep," I smirked.

"We better not give the vamps more time to set up defenses around whatever idiocy they're perpetrating," she said. "Just didn't want you to go into danger again without getting paid for your last job."

"I appreciate that, but I'd appreciate it more if you gave more details about what I'm dealing with this time," I said.

"All I know is magic activity was reported in the golf course near the mausoleum of the dragon that funded this whole water-sucking-boredom-field," she said. "Satellite only spotted one caster, likely vampire, and one other bogie that's larger than human sized. It's possible there's more, but there's not much cover on that golf course."

"That's all I needed. I got this," I said.

"Text me upon completion," she said.

"Yes, will do," I said as I grabbed a gym bag off the passenger's seat.

"May the moon protect you," she said, turning to walk to her black SUV.

As I took off my coat, blouse, socks, shoes, leggings, and panties, Sevka drove past, heading back toward the den. Now completely naked and freezing my ass off, I unzipped the gym bag and pulled out a sports bra and a pair of gym shorts that were over six sizes too big. Sevka turned the corner as I pulled out a jockstrap holding a huge protective cup. Then I tossed all my clothes into the gym bag and zipped it. Putting the bag in the car, I hit the button to lock the doors and then tossed my keys onto the seat before closing the door. I'd had a custom combination lock installed on my driver's side door specifically for my line of work. Having to keep track of my car keys while while I was half naked and furry was dumb.

Turning toward the golf course with those gym clothes dangling from my hands, I froze. A misty black cloud coalesced in front of me, soon forming into a four-legged form. Red eyes, a mane made of fire, and black fur came into being as if I was focusing an image. At first, I thought it was a nightmare: something I really didn't want to fight, but then I noticed pink roses braided into its tail and that the fire of its mane was a bit too purple to be actual fire. I almost laughed as I realized this apparition's identity.

The moment I saw its hooves form I said, "Out of the way, pooka!"

"Oh, so you know what I am?" the nightmarish horse said as they completely gave up on their attempt to look imposing.

"Your warning's going to fall on deaf ears, so don't even bother. I'm the amarok of my pack and I can deal with whatever's up ahead," I said.

"I'm not here to warn you, I'm here to give you a ride toward your target." They smiled a bit with their horse lips to try and disarm my suspicions about their intentions. It was adorable.

"No, if I get on your back, you're just going to take me far away from the danger you're here to warn me about. I know my fey, dear, now step aside," I said.

"Dang it! That almost always works!" They sighed. "But you're not telling the truth either. I've seen your pack's amarok in action and she's over seven feet tall. You're not an inch over five feet and there's no way your transformation goes that far." The pooka laughed.

"If you hadn't distracted me, you'd know I'm telling the truth," I said.

"Prove it," the pooka said.

"Hit me!" I said, baring my teeth.

"I'm trying to protect you. Why would I hit you?"

"Because you broke my concentration and that's the only way I'm gonna get my wolf to come out right now," I said.

"No, I will not hurt you," the pooka said.

"I said, hit me!" I dropped my gym stuff and ran up to the pooka, punching it right in the neck.

"That felt like you trying to swat a gnat. Go home."

It was so cold that I was now shivering. When I was this uncomfortable and not in danger, I only knew one way to get my wolf to come out. Turning away from the pooka, I teased a rock-hard nipple. Looking around to make absolutely sure no one else was watching, I cupped my pussy and started rubbing.

"What are you doing?"

"S-shut up!" I said, shivering as my pussy started to warm. Slipping an ice cold finger in, I moaned and bucked my hips. Warmth was finally making it out of my core.

"Are you--?" The pooka had a laughing fit. "Are you playing with yourself?"

Fury filled my veins as they laughed and mocked me. That fucking pooka! Making me embarrass myself like this. I wanted to punt them across the golf course, I wanted to grab their neck and--"GRRAAAH!" As I growled, my nose flattened and darkened, becoming canine as my jaws cracked. While my muzzle came in, my tail bone grew out, putting tension on my skin. White and gray fur came in on my growing tail as that tension got less uncomfortable. My clit pressed out farther and farther as white fur spread from my crotch down my thighs and up my belly. My gray stripes formed on my thighs as they bulked up and my bones started cracking.

Deep in my abdomen, testes swelled into being and split off from my ovaries before traveling down toward my groin, massaging my pussy in the process. My tits plumpened, filling my grasp as my clit got six inches long and a new clit budded from the base. Then a furry sac formed and I yelped as my balls dropped into it.

My back cracked as I reached six feet in height. As a furry sheath formed, my prick receded into it and my balls hung lower and lower. The situation wasn't especially arousing despite all the pleasure my transformation gave me.

Then, as my muscles bulked up under my fur and I got another growth spurt, I turned back to the pooka. "Do you believe me now?"

The pooka's red glowing eyes went wide and their horse ears folded down. But then the pooka turned into a black cloud of mist again and started collecting itself into a humanoid shape. My eyes widened as that shape looked more and more like me. By the time I was seven feet tall, I was looking at myself. Well, a slightly off version of myself. The gray stripes on their shoulders and thighs were too long, their balls were a bit smaller than mine, the white of their fur was too pink, and their hair was hanging too straight.

Just as I was about to say something, they grabbed one of their D-cup breasts and said, "How could you go fight with such a gorgeous body? I'd do anything to protect it." Their prick started coming out of sheath. "NGH!"

I felt warmth rush to my cock. It was like watching myself jack off in the mirror. "How can you call yourself a pooka when you can't even properly copy a form you're looking directly at?"

"That's just one of many things we can be good at. When's the last time you won a skateboarding championship?"

"When I was sixteen," I said.

"Okay, bad example, but you know what I mean." Their prick was still getting harder.

"How about you creepily jack off with my body while I go stop the evil bastard you're in the way of?" I grabbed my gym clothes and started walking toward them.

"I'm not going to jack off," they said, putting an arm out to block my path.

"Are you sure? Have you checked behind your balls to see if there's anything there to play with?" I asked.

"Why would there--" They reached behind their balls and then gasped and shivered. "Oh wow, we have both? This is incredible!" They moved the hand that was blocking me to their dick and started stroking, moaning loudly as they shoved fingers inside themself.

"Enjoy!" I said, dashing past them and toward my goal.

They were too busy to give chase, so I put on my huge protective cup, my stretchy gym shorts, and then my sports bra. Now able to run without everything bouncing wildly, I booked it toward the spellcaster.

The close-cut grass felt like an oddly rough carpet against my paw pads as I crossed a putting green and jumped over a sand trap. My claws tore up some turf when I dodged a tree, quickly coming up on the mausoleum. Sanding there with a spellbook under his arm, and a heavy metal pole in his right hand, was a short male vampire in a light blue frilly-sleeved shirt, red suspenders, and matching bowtie. The only reason I could see the color of his clothing was the bright white light being cast by the web of magic threads coming out of a stone tablet laying on the ground next to him. Bound by those threads was a copper-scaled wyvern, three times my size, which was staring directly at me. It was easy to tell a wyvern from a dragon because their form was more like that of a giant bat, having their wings as part of their forelimbs, and they had a stinger. Plus, they were only about as intelligent as an ornery cockatoo.

I ran at the vampire, wanting to free the poor wyvern as quickly as possible.

Holding the end of the pole above the stone tablet, the vampire said, "Stop, or you're going to have a very bad day."

"Oh? Worse than that wyvern?" I said, showing my teeth as I readied myself to lunge at him. I looked at the length of his pointy ears. He was pretty darn old and the older a vampire was, the more ferocious I wanted my first attack to be.

"This wyvern is your bad day," he said. "I picked her specifically because she has developed quite the taste for werewolf meat."

A chill ran down my spine as saliva dripped from the wyvern's maw. Its eyes were locked on me, like a cat about to pounce on a mouse. "So now what? We stand here awkwardly until you become morning barbecue?"

"Barbecue for breakfast? What are you, a harbinger of chaos?" He raised an eyebrow.

"Ash flakes don't make very good cereal," I said.

He laughed, his round face reminding me of my highschool civics teacher. "You know this from experience, I presume?"

I started to laugh and then I growled. "Hey! Stop trying to use your charisma to pave over you being an evil bastard."

"My parents were happily married, thank you," he said. "Evil's a matter of perspective. Something that's lost on your pack."

"Only evil people say, 'evil is a matter of perspective,'" I said.

"You've just proven that 'evil' and 'sane' are synonyms," he said.

"Get to your point or I'm going to take my chances with the wyvern," I said.

"Oh yes, all of this had a point, what was it?" He touched the pointy end of the pole against the stone tablet for a moment.

I winced.

He smirked. "My point was: some of my vampire chums and I would like to work with your werewolf pack to foil the plans of a rather ambitious dragon."

"We capture and kill vampires because they're evil," I said. "We don't work with them."

"It's almost as if you and your pack think vampires have no free will," he said.

"So you're the one good vampire?" I raised an eyebrow.

"There's many vampires in this fine city who would rather sip from many than guzzle from one. Depopulating one's food supply is a rather easy way to go extinct," he said. "Most vampires realize that and additionally, we're like all other creatures in having a proclivity toward laziness. Why go chase our food if plenty of it is willing to come to us when we offer even a modest amount of compensation?"

"Wow, am I learning stuff today!" I laughed mockingly. "Vampires aren't back-stabbing evil predators, they're just like everyone else, trying to eke out a living in this world."

"Oh, we stab each other's backs all the time. One could say it's our primary method of conspecific communication. And our grudges often outlast us, carried by those we sire, but this is actually good for any non-vampire that interacts with us."

I was ready to leap at him, no matter the consequences. "If bullshit was a currency, you'd be a billionaire."

"No, no bullshit, look, if I was trying to lie to you, I'd create a story that was even more believable than the reality," he said. "I'm trying to explain something very basic here: we're too busy infighting to devote much energy toward ruining the lives of complete strangers or enacting large subversive plots. Otherwise, we would've probably taken over the world by now."

"But you see humans as food, you kill werewolves that go on your turf, you sometimes summon demons to fight for you, and you starve wyverns so that you can use them as attack dogs," I said. "People can say whatever they want, but it's what they do that's important."

"Your pack kills vampires that are nowhere near your turf," he said.

"Okay, I'll give you that one, but the rest still stands," I said, deploying my sharp, sickle-like retractable claws. "Why don't I just bring you back to the den and see if any of my packmates believe you?"

"Sevka would end me before I had a chance to utter one word. The kill-all-vampires-on-sight policy, which I might add most packs don't have, is something she imposed unilaterally two decades ago when she was your pack's amarok." He shook his head. "It's sad that it's an unquestioned tradition now."

"Knowing Sevka, she did it for a good reason," I said. "Now, let's stop chatting and get this over with."

"We must know two different Sevka's," he said. "You ever wondered why we don't attack your kind outside our turf?"

"No," I said. "And at this point, don't care. Put down the pole and I won't eviscerate you."

He got a pained look on his face, his lips drooping, his brow furrowed with concern. "Will you truly turn a deaf ear to our request for aid against a dragon, something neither of our groups can fell on their own?"

"If you didn't tie up a wyvern, I'd be more inclined to believe you. And even if I did believe you, do you think I'd go against my entire pack just for the tiny possibility that you were telling me the truth?"

"You know what? It's Valentine's day and I'm being rather unfair, I think," he said. "Me uselessly talking in circles with you when what you clearly want is to be properly introduced to your new crush."

One ear fell down as my mouth opened, having no idea what to say to him. My new crush? What?

During my brief moment of confusion, he raised the metal pole and jabbed it toward the stone tablet.

Realizing what was happening, I leapt at him, claws ready to slash him to ribbons. He ducked as the wyvern's tail came from behind him, barely missing the top of his head. The tail intercepted me, knocking the wind out of me and tossing me several feet backward.

Just as I regained my bearings, the stinger at the end of the wyvern's tail came down toward me. The world moved in slow motion as I clapped my hands toward each other, just barely catching the sides of the stinger before the pointy part could stab me in the chest. Then the wyvern screeched in frustration, a sound that was like a fork scraping on a dinner plate, and pulled its stinger from my hands. As I jumped to my feet, all I saw was a flash of sharp teeth as her crushing jaws enclosed me. I dug my claws into the tender flesh on the inside of her mouth, her teeth pricking my back and abdomen, saliva soaking into my fur. She cried in agony and pulled her head away. Her scaly angular head twinkled in the sliver of moonlight above as she regarded me for a half second, blood dripping from her maw.

I risked a glance at the mausoleum, but the vampire was gone. "Shit!"

The sound of wing beats brought my gaze back to the wyvern who was charging at me, talons first. I jumped to the side before slashing her right achilles tendon. She screamed and jumped back, blood streaming from her leg as she struggled to stand on it. I dashed at her, ready to lunge at her throat with my jaws. Her stinger came out of nowhere and I was forced to roll to the side. Before I could do anything else, the talons of her left foot embedded themselves in my left thigh. And then she was flapping her leathery wings and we were soaring into the air, my thigh feeling like it was full of knives.

The pain from her constantly pulling on my thigh as she ascended unsettled my stomach more than the fact I was being held upside down. I was yelping in pain and writhing, the ground getting so far away that the sand traps looked smaller than my hands. Then she suddenly stopped climbing and I forgot all about the pain as her stinger came at me. I caught it haphazardly, one hand gripping it behind the bulb, the other gripping the base of the pointy part. But I'd been too slow, it was stuck clean through the band on my sports bra and my chest hurt like I'd been bitten by a dog-sized fire ant. Then numbness spread outward, like I'd suddenly drank a hundred beers and my body was becoming dead weight. Summoning the last of my strength, I yanked on the pointy end of her stinger sharply to the left. It broke like glass, jagged and sharp where it had snapped.

She shrieked and released me.

Jumping out of a plane with a parachute was scary enough. Without a parachute, however? Getting stabbed by her stinger again would've been preferable. But all this terror was in my my mind. I couldn't even feel my body. I couldn't feel the wind blowing my fur as I accelerated toward the ground. The only sensation I had was the sensation of freefall, tumbling through the branches of a tree, and then the sudden, face first, stop at the end.

I could hear the wyvern still complaining as she decreased her altitude the safe way. Meanwhile, my toes and ankles were tingling. I'd fallen like a ragdoll, so limp that my body had absorbed a lot of the impact after the tree slowed me down. But the fact that my regeneration hadn't purged the neurotoxin meant that I probably wasn't breathing. Everything was getting fuzzy as my arms buzzed with random sensation. The wyvern's calls were getting louder and my vision was getting worse. This was it.

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