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It was nice to see that the Drive-in was still open and that there was actually still a turnout. Jillian was one of those few people who came to the drive-in alone. Not like she had anyone to go with, and certainly not anyone interested in picking from one of the highly limited selections they had.

The first movie was a pretty typical one. Most people left before the second one though. It was some kind of a low-budget werewolf movie. The acting was so stiff that Jillian couldn't help but laugh. Especially since all they showed of the werewolf were CG-I hands that were made to look more hairy.

Finally, there came the scene where she would see the werewolf. Several others had probably tuned out by now - and she even heard a few cars shaking. (What idiots - there were people here still.) She glued her eyes to the screen, reaching for the last of the popcorn.

The characters were hiding inside the house because of the werewolf outside. They had barricaded the doors with furniture, and thought that the werewolf wouldn't look in the windows with nothing but a curtain for concealment. She stifled laughter at how idiotic the characters were - as well as the fact that they sounded more bored than scared.

With a moment of dull surprise they gasped when the window was predictably broken. They at least moved as a group - thankfully they knew that much. Jillian was waiting for the werewolf to suddenly hop up from behind the couch. What kind of idiot would try and fake them out like that?

As soon as the werewolf appeared, Jillian started laughing like a hyena. This was beyond laughable. It was 2013 and they couldn't even afford to hire a decent CG-I crew. The werewolf wasn't even a guy in a suit - it was some actor that they put CG-I effects onto (or just CG-I'd the entire thing in). Worst of all it didn't even look like a wolf. It looked like a guy with a hair problem.

She laughed and started joking to herself that it wasn't a werewolf - it was a were Neanderthal. What kind of idiot would be scared of such a thing? She didn't hear anybody else laughing... then again she might have been the only one watching the movie at this point. The rest of the movie was history.

Jillian waited for most of the cars to leave the drive-in before leaving herself. The drive-in was pretty far from civilization, so indeed it was pretty dark. It was almost pitch-black. The only lights visible were from distant houses in the mountains and the stars poking through the occasional gap in the cloud.

Not to mention, the lights from the cars' headlights. They quickly went down the other roads towards their own homes - or possibly to go clubbing. After all it was prime clubbing hours. Jillian figured there was no need to follow any cars back to civilization.

First mistake. There weren't many landmarks to tell her which way home really was. Her second mistake was when she hung a right that led her west. Her home was to the east of the drive in - relatively speaking, of course. As soon as the road started to slope up, she realized her mistake.

Jillian blinked and kept driving up. She didn't remember going down any hills on the way to the drive-in. She also didn't remember finding any sparsely lit stretches of road that went up said hills. It got steeper and steeper, before there was a U-turn. That definitely wasn't the way home.

Jillian wanted to pull over and stop, but it was a two-way mountain road. There wasn't a whole lot of room to stop. Maybe there would be something like a gas station eventually where she could pull over or at least look for her phone. Or maybe some kind of area where she could do that. Then again this was the mountain - they were known for being dead-zones for phones.

It was pretty late at night, if she stopped at some kind of house, they'd probably not be very willing to let her in and ask for directions. She kept her eyes open for any strange maniacs in the middle of the road that had bombs strapped to their chest. They tended to hang around those distant areas at night, waiting for somebody to drive by and help them out with marital problems or their delusions.

Eventually, Jillian managed to find something that had lights. A gas station, great. The road had evened out enough for there to have been something built. Shame that was all that was there, unfortunately. But then again just a gas station would be good enough for her to at least look for directions. Ignoring all sense that this was like something that came out of a creepypasta, she pulled up to the gas station in one of the parking spots.

She couldn't see anyone inside. Maybe they were behind the desk or cleaning something out. She took out her cell phone and selected the "maps" app. She waited for it to load a few minutes before she got the message that she got no reception. Against all common sense, Jillian stepped outside of the car.

Jillian wandered around, making sure to keep in the lit areas. Surely there had to have been some way for her to get reception. There weren't a zillion trees around here yet. There had to have been some place where she could get reception around this hellhole.

And then she lost consciousness as something smacked her on the head. She didn't have the time to think that it was some kind of a mugger or rapist or gas-station rapist before falling into the unconsciousness.

She awoke to the smell of something weird. It smelled a little like something cooking. Jillian thankfully didn't feel hurt - even though she remembered hearing a "smack" and feeling something on her head. She looked around where she was - was she stuck in some kind of house?

It looked to be a cabin. There was someone else in the cabin. She wished she had her pepper spray or something with her. Jillian got off of the uncomfortable bed and stepped very slowly towards the door.

"You can't escape from me that easily." The other person said, standing over some kind of an oven.

Jillian didn't respond, as she reached out to touch the door.

"Ahem. That door is locked. And I have the key."

Jillian stopped to look over the other person in the cabin with her. He must have been the one who knocked her out. (And hopefully didn't do unspeakable things to her while she was unconscious like in a fairy tale.) He looked to be... rugged, to say the least. At first she thought he didn't have a shirt.

But he didn't. He literally was walking around topless. Jillian wished she could tell him to put something on. But he probably had a gun or a knife. He was stirring something in a pot. The man turned around to stare at her.

His eyes were red. Jillian gasped and flattened herself against the wall. He somehow looked almost inhuman - like some kind of a predatory gaze. There was some kind of an animal within him. Where on earth was something like a twelve thousand dollar violin to smack him with? He smiled at her.

"I got your first meal ready." He said. "I always wanted a nice werewolf."

"Ew, I'm no werewolf." Jillian said. She felt something in her side pocket. Good, he hadn't stolen her keys. If she could somehow get to her car, she could drive away and report this kidnapper to the police.

"Oh you will be. When this stew is ready. I made sure to put extra herbs in here... you'll transform right on the spot my pretty."

She knew this part very well. He was so cocky and arrogant, that he would brag his entire plan to her. That wasn't the best way to induce Stockholm syndrome in a person. Jillian nervously tried to open the door, only for the knob to stumble a few times.

The man had a sergal grin, as he poured some of this strange stew into a bowl. He placed it on the table in the room and went to the counter. He retrieved a second bowl and poured some of the stew in. He placed it down at the table and set the stew to a nice simmer - in case they wanted more.

This wasn't a sergal grin that suggested shit was about to go down. This was the kind of grin that suggested "I'm going to do things to you that you wouldn't dare describe but you will enjoy." He smiled and held the bowl up to his face and started drinking it. Like an animal.

"So are you a werewolf too, huh?"

"Oh yes." The man said, putting it down. "I will be your mate soon."

Jillian made a disgusted face at the man.

"Don't be so grossed out. You may have the heebie jeebies, but I assure you, it's quite pleasant."

"Eat shit and die." Jillian said.

"No. You eat." He pointed at the other bowl. "It's plenty warm. Good for inducing werewolves."

"Uh huh. No. Let me out."

"I'll make sure to keep you occupied as you become a werewolf. There's no way to leave unless you become my mate... forever."

Against all common sense, Jillian sat down at the table. The man continued to bear his sergal grin at her. In fact, he had his own teeth bared - revealing a set of canines that looked, well, canid. Jillian looked over that strange smelling meaty stew and then back at the man.

"EAT!" He ordered.

"I'm a vegetarian."

"Oh no you're not. Nobody with that build can be possibly vegetarian. Vegetarians are thin and pale."

Jillian wanted to smack him for that, but he probably would turn his hand into a paw and then smack her. Against all common sense once more, she held the bowl up to her mouth and let a small fragment in. It had a really strong aftertaste - like coconut water.

"GROSS!" She said.

"More. It will take more than just a little sip. Unless you want to be done so at claw point."

Jillian growled and held it up again, letting another sip in. This was stupid... he must have put the date rape drug in there somewhere.

After one more pungent explosion of bitterness, she put it back down on the table and spat the bits of meat out. It must have been some kind of a red meat. She glared at the man, suddenly feeling a strange pulsing in her body.

"F-Fuck you! You did put the date rape drug in here!"

She fell to the ground, while the man stepped over her, smiling. Jillian trembled as she felt the strange sensations spread. It was like she was being poked with needles all of a sudden.

Jillian curled up into a fetal position as her stomach trembled. What in the hell were those herbs? It must have been some kind of naturally occurring date rape thing. She glanced at her hands, which seemed to be growing hair rapidly. It was just like one of those fake transformation sequences - that wasn't good!

"What have you done?!"

"Easy, you're a werewolf now. A werewolf bitch."

"I am no bitch!"

Unfortunately, that didn't seem to stop the spread of this fur at all. It was bright blue - almost white looking, but still identifiable as blue. It spread all the way up her arms, eventually darkening. It seemed to form a zig-zag pattern across the width of her arms, interestingly enough.

Beyond the zig-zag pattern, a medium blue fur seemed to sprout across her body. Jillian fell onto her back, spreading her furry arms across the ground. Across her upper torso, floof seemed to develop. Thick fur that seemed almost floofy, like some kind of a poncho. What in the hell kind of werewolf was this, with floof seemingly to develop right across the front of her neck?

Thankfully the rest of Jillian's body wasn't floofy like the fur around her neck. Maybe she was becoming some kind of a maned wolf. She couldn't entirely think straight, there was just so much going on in her body. Claws erupted from her fingertips, palms seeming to swell into a set of paw pads. She couldn't tell what kind.

Whatever the heck this guy had done to her, it was legit. Or maybe she had been slipped some kind of a hallucinogenic drug. A highly realistic one. She could even make up the strange zigzag looking blue patterns across her midsection, separating the medium blue fur from the lighter white.

Her ears seemed to be pulled. They looked almost like elvish ears for a moment. Then, fur covered them all entirely, just as did her face. She grasped her changing face, gritting her teeth as her ears stretched up. New muscles seemed to pad her head, letting her move her ears as she wanted. Just like a canid or a feline.

Unfortunately she smacked her face right into her paw pads. She reeled away in disgust - at the same time her nose and mouth seemed to follow. She stared cross-eyed at the blue void in her vision, eyes noticing a bit of pink. Oh great, she looked like such a cute little werewolf.

But it was a canid muzzle. As her canine teeth started to elongate, she felt more and more teeth filling her mouth. She retained chewing molars, gaining a few more teeth made to pierce skin. As her tongue slightly flattened and elongated to fill her new canid muzzle she noticed just how big her claws were. Definitely canid claws.

She tried to step up to her feet only to fall down. Jillian didn't have any balance. Not only that, but she got ungodly twitchy. Like she had way too much energy. The energy of a fennec. Though she didn't quite have fennec-like ears. She felt a squirming at her rump, as a tail erupted from her rear.

It was most definitely a tail! She felt it instinctively wagging, as it seemed to form a brushy coat of fur. It started to sweep across the floor, its tip turning a light blue just like her stomach (and floof). Similar zigzag patterns seemed to emerge as her tail wagged, one separating the tip from the other blue, and another seeming to just be there for decoration.

Her clothes were shredded to bits by her expanding bulk. Her floof had already generated enough mass. Werewolves were quite big after all, too big for clothes anyways. Thankfully her clothes weren't constricting.

Jillian lost balance once more as her feet cracked. She seemed to be standing on her toes... yet they widened. Elongated. She got even taller with the added height from her digitigrade feet. She managed to balance herself, as a set of claws emerging from her toes dug into the floor.

"Perfect, don't worry." The man said. "I will be here to please you all night long."

Jillian looked at the man. He foolishly hadn't transformed. She growled at him.

"Don't worry my mate..."

"I am NOT YOUR MATE!" Jillian howled.

"You will be soon!" He started to remove his pants. SHIT!

Rather than sit by and do nothing, Jillian noticed a window. She had already done several stupid things - why not go for a home run and break through a window, hoping it was soft glass? She hurled herself through the window, rolling on the ground. Strange that it didn't hurt - or maybe her floof protected her.

"Wait! Get back here!" The man shouted.

"Oh no you don't!" Jillian noticed the forest and ran towards it. Instinctively she even ran on all fours for a moment to get away from that crazy man.

Jillian seemed to run and run. It seemed to be forever. Eventually, she stopped. He wasn't behind her. That crazed freak. She looked over herself in the meanwhile... almost completely wolfish. If it weren't for the fact she was obviously a werewolf, she might think herself somewhat cute.

Not a lot of werewolves had pink noses or floof after all. She curled up again - great, why on earth did she do that? What irony... this even started WITH a movie trip to a low-budget werewolf movie.

"Great, why me." She said. "This is like the bad ending of some kind of a choose your own adventure game... and now my life is ruined."

Suddenly she thought she smelled something. Someone in particular - she was able to know. As if a sixth sense enhanced her sense of hearing and let her determine whether it was something or someone. She awkwardly stood up onto her pawed feet to look around.

Jillian followed her nose all the way up. It was something -no someone - in a tree. At first she couldn't see much. But then she noticed a figure in the tree. It looked somewhat avian, yet at the same time human. Maybe if you did not observe them, they would be an avian and a human at the same time. She - Jillian could tell - seemed to be completely black, occasionally being broken up with some bits of purple. They must have been some kind of runic markings.

"Well well, amazing. Some would consider that life as a werewolf sex slave to be their dream." A feminine voice said. "Not everyone, of course."

"Oh great. Now what did I run into, the crypt keeper telling me what an idiot I am because I did several stupid things?"

"You should consider yourself lucky." The avian looking human hopped off the tree, in front of the werewolf. "You could have been scratched and cursed to everlasting hunger. But here you are instead as a rather attractive werewolf I might add."

"Yeah, well I got out. If you're not going to help me, then I suggest getting out of here! My keys were in my pocket and now it's back with that.... Ew that NYMPHO!"

"Oh I will." The raven said. "It is a crime to intend to use someone as a sex slave against their will. You already paid your price for my help... very few people stay human in here."

"Yeah, how do I know you're not going to turn me over to him?"

"Easy," The corvid continued. "You return to that pervert's cabin and then I will exact the punishment for the crime."

~ ~ ~

Jillian walked back over to that cabin, where that creep lived. He seemed to know she was coming; he waited right outside, in his human form. That crazed man still had a predatory grin.

"I see you have returned after all." The man said.

While he walked closer and closer to her, Jillian looked up at the roof. Right there was the black and purple bird.

"She told me everything. It's a shame werewolves like you intend to commit such terrible crimes like these." The raven taunted.

The crazed man-wolf turned around. The raven's hands glowed purple, as the crazed werewolf received his punishment.