Taken

When I need to restart, I often revert to writing werewolf stories.  So, here you go!  A quick little thing to start the month and get my writing fingers working again.

When my phone beeps twice in short succession, I can already guess who it is and a glance at the short notification window proves me right.  The woman in apartment 21B is a pain in my ass and I regret the moment of weakness that made me give her my direct number in case of emergencies.  I've learned since then that she's one of those people for whom everything is an emergency.

Gritting my teeth, I check to see she's complaining about her water dripping in her kitchen faucet.  I start to send a message asking if she's made sure she's turned the handles completely closed but I stop before I get too far because I know she'll either ignore it or just lie.  Instead, I text to tell her I'll be there in a few minutes.  But then I erase that and add eight minutes to my time because I remember it's her daughter's birthday.  And I only remember that because I was in last week to fix, no wait, "fix" with double quotes the tenet's broken light fixture in her living room.  That was just a dead bulb.

The woman in 21B is a cranky, sometimes nasty tempered hag but her daughter is a sweetheart.  Always apologizes for her mother being the way she is and offering water or pretzels or other little cheap snacks whenever I'm over even though they're poor and she's a slim little thing that doesn't look like she's eating enough herself.  I heard the girl talking on the phone to a friend, asking if she'd come over for her birthday and I remembered that it was today because it was exactly a week before Halloween.

After grabbing my keys and wallet, I head downstairs and out of the small apartment building to the corner store.  And then I realize I have absolutely no idea what this girl likes or even how old she is.  

Shit.  

I can't get flowers or chocolate because that's something for her boyfriend to get.  Or girlfriend.  Or whatever.  There's no way she's young enough for dolls or toys.  I've never been in her room so I don't have a fuckin clue what she likes.  There's a rack of ancient CDs but I'm pretty sure that, A) she isn't interested in... hell, Ritchie Valens or Lionel Richie or anyone else from mid to late 80s and B) that she probably doesn't even have a CD player.

So, instead, I grab a simple birthday card, scribble a note in it and then I pick a random selection of high quality snacks and a bottle of soda.  The food goes in the paper bag and I hold the card in my hand while making my way back into the apartments, stopping by my place to pick up my satchel of basic tools before heading upstairs and knocking on 21B.

The daughter answers, surprised to see me.  

Tyler.  That was her name.  I just remembered, hearing her mother screeching the girl's name on different occasions for different bullshit.

"Hey," she says, wrinkling her delicate red eyebrows.

"Hey," I tell her in return.  "Your mom texted, said something about a leaky faucet in the kitchen?  Can you let her know I'm here?"

"Oh, she went out," the girl says with a frown.  Her eyes flick sideways in the old standard 'I'm hiding something' look.

"Will she be back soon?" I ask, a little uncomfortable to be in the apartment without her there.

"No, she-" the girl shuffles and scratches her upper arms.  She looks defeated and suddenly older than she is.  "I don't think she'll be back until really late tonight.  Maybe tomorrow morning."

"Well, if you're okay with me coming in, I could take a look," I tell her with a quick glance around.  "I just don't want to bother you if you're in the middle of your birthday party or anything."

She laughs but it's not a happy laugh.

"Nobody came," she tells me while stepping back and opening the door wider.  "I didn't think they would but, well, you know."

She shrugs and turns away with her knuckle to her eye and I just feel so bad for her, you know?  Her mom's already a piece of crap.  I'd hoped she at least had a solid friend network in place to help counter some of that stress.

"Wait, how'd you know it was my birthday?" she asks while turning back to me.

"Well, uhh," I stutter.  "I heard last week that it was your today and, it's no big deal but I just was at the store anyway and grabbed something for you.  I don't know what you like so I just picked out some stuff."

I hand over the bag and card before walking to the kitchen while she closes the door behind me without a word.  I can hear her digging through the bag behind my back but there's no way I'm looking at her because I'm pretty sure she doesn't need my pity right now.

Turns out there is a slow leak.  Tyler follows me in while I get set up.  She's got a second bag of chips open already.

"So, is this your job?" she asks bluntly.

"Nah," I tell her while trying to contort myself to see under the sink.  "I do programming but work remotely.  The guy that owns the apartments lets me live rent free as long as I help out on maintenance.  I don't deal with big calls so it's a pretty good deal.  I'm saving up for my own house."

"Programming?  So, you're a hacker?"  she asks.

I can't see her face to see if she's being sarcastic or not but it doesn't matter because she just keeps talking.

"I have a coding class but it doesn't make sense to me," she tells me.  "I like computers okay and I'm really into video games.  Well.  I watched my friend Jessie play Persona 5 and it looked like a lot of fun.  I watch Youtube videos about games and there's some streamers I follow.  I think I'd like jRPGs.  I like anime, too and Persona was crazy so I think I'd like them a lot.  I just don't- we don't have money for a console or anything."

"Yeah," I grunt. "I play a lot of games. I haven't tried Persona but a lot of people recommend it.  I'm usually into single player adventure games or action games.  Haven't watched anime in forever.  Too much harems.  Uh.  And just, uh, just always turns into tournament fights.  Not much to the story."

Goddammit.  Why'd I have to mention harems?

"How old are you?" she asks, to which I answer by banging my head on a pipe.  She sounds honestly curious rather than attempting to make fun of me.

"I turned 28 two months ago," I tell her cautiously while trying to find the wrench I just dropped.

"That's not bad," she says.  "I'm 18 today.  These chips are so good.  What are they?"

"I dunno," I answer.  "I got a mix."

Desperate to change the subject from ages and the weirdness of that whole conversation, I plow ahead.

"So, you doing anything for Halloween?  Going out or anything?"

Oh god.  Wait.  Does that sound like I'm asking her out?  Shit shit shit.

"I-" she pauses for a while before continuing.  "No.  I mean, I might go out by myself just to- just go get out.  My mom's going to her sister's house over in Albany but I'm- I'll just be here."

"I'm sorry," I say cautiously.  

"It's okay."

The conversation stops while I fuss with the sink.  There's a weight to it- the conversation, not the sink.  A weirdness that I can feel even from inside the disgustingly dirty cabinet.

"I might dress up a little, though," Tyler finally tells me.

"Oh yeah?  As what?"

Please don't say Slutty anything.  Please, god.  Please don't let the conversation go this way.  I shouldn't have got her anything no matter how sorry I felt for her.  I thought I'd just give her a little something her and her friends could eat while doing their thing.  I didn't know she didn't have good friends or anyone else to keep her company.

"A- a werewolf," she says shyly.

Huh.  I did not expect that.  Not that I'm an expert but I can't recall ever seeing any slutty werewolf costumes.

"Oh yeah?" I say absent-mindedly as I continue to work.

"Y- yeah.  Kind of- kind of- I like cosplay and- and you know, Halloween is here and I thought, well, why not something that was related.  And, I mean, I want to do cosplay.  I have a few scraps of things and played around with making some costumes from the shows I like but they're really embarrassing and basic."

"Hey," I say when she finally winds down.  "You have to start somewhere.  No shame in starting small."

"I- I thought maybe I could, maybe I could even make my own channel.  Like, like low cost cosplay.  Or- or something.  But, I'm not good with computers and our wifi isn't great and I only have a cheap phone from when my mom upgraded hers and gave me her old one.  But, um, maybe I could still do it with a phone?"

"Yeah, I mean, sure, that should be possible as long as it's a smartphone and it has a camera."

"What- what do you think about werewolves?" she asks, suddenly shifting conversational gears.  "As a costume idea, I mean."

"Oh, uhh," I think I'm getting close to being done.  "I think, yeah, I mean, I like them.  I don't see them a lot.  I think the last show I saw any was on True Blood?  Seems like it'd be a hard do-it-yourself project is all.  Since it's more than just making clothes.  Gotta worry about the ears and teeth and fur, right?"

"Yeah," she says quietly.  "But it'd be cool, right?  I mean, they're fierce and- and-"

I peek through the pipes at her and am surprised at how close she's standing.  She's in old faded bluejeans that are a size too small with an old t-shirt, also too small, that shows her smooth belly.  She scratches her stomach for a second and then her waist with long nails.  Although slim, her tight pants show wide hips that pull the pants tight in the-

Swallowing, I look away, banging my head once more.  Thankfully, I think I'm done.  I push out and turn, standing on sore legs to test the faucets.  No leak, thank god.

She's even closer when I turn around.

"Is it fixed?" she asks, looking around me at the faucet.  

"Yup," I say, far too quickly while busying myself in putting away my tools.

"Thank you for coming out," she tells me.  "And, um, maybe, maybe sometime you can help me set up my channel?  Some time?"

"Yeah," I answer, regretting it immediately.  "Just have your mom text me.  She has my number.  Supposed to be just for emergencies.  So, just when she's here, get her to send me a message and I'll come help."

I can't think of any more ways to make it clear that I want her mother there without making it even more awkward than it is so I leave it and hope she gets the message.  With tools in hand, I make my way to the door but freeze when I feel her hand on my arm.  She clenches for the briefest moment and then releases me.

"Oh, just, thank you," she says, looking down when I turn to her.  "For the- for the birthday gift.  I really love the chips.  I thought everyone had forgotten, so even just that is nice."

She's bashful, hiding her hands behind her back.  Her fiery red bangs cover her eyes but not the curves of her cheeks or the freckles covering them.  There are more freckles on her bare shoulders and- oh god, why am I even looking there?

"Yeah, no problem," I tell her.  "I hope your costume is easy to make!"

I definitely don't run to my own apartment but I think I'd break a record for speed walking.

---

The day before Halloween, I get a text from an unknown number.

It reads: It's Tyler got your # from my mom can I send a pic of my costume tmrw?  Nobody else to share with.

Fuck.

Fuckity fuck.

Before I reply, I massage my head and curse some more.  I'd forgotten about that whole thing after a couple days and now it all just comes stumbling back in like a drunken bull, wrecking my evening.

"Sure," I read out loud as I type because I'm so mad at myself.  She had to either ask her mom for my number or just go and grab it herself.  "If your mom says it's okay, I'll take a look."

Minutes pass while I stare at my screen until a new message appeares.

Simply: cool

That's it.  "Cool".  Great.  This is not what I need right now.  I save her contact as "Tyler (EIGHTEEN!!)" and pray that I've been standoffish enough to put her off without being a complete dick.

---

It didn't work, of course.  It's after 7 pm the next day when my phone buzzes.  Once.  Twice.

Tyler.

It's Tyler.  Remember?

Buzzes again.

Finished it wanted you to see

A blurry photo appears.  She's not lying about the cheap phone.  It looks like the picture's taken underwater through a layer or two of visqueen.

But I can still make it out.  It's her face and she's smiling in an exaggerated fashion to show her fangs that point down and up past her other teeth.  One hand pulls her hair back to show impressively pointed ears.  I think they have hair on them but it's really hard to see.  I can make out some fur on her cheeks and neck, though, even with the bad camera.

Wow, I text back.  I'm seriously impressed.  This is all DIY?

Rather than answer, I get another picture.  This time she's got her tongue out and it's touching her chin.  That's a neat party trick that will serve her well in college.  Her eyes look bigger than I remember.  The color's all jacked up in her image and they almost look purple.  She must've taken these all earlier because she's added more fur to her cheeks.  And- and her cheeks are angular now?

How did you get the tongue- I start to write before thinking better and erasing it.  That's not a line of questioning I want to encourage.

The next picture is far, far more risque.  She's leaning back with the camera pointed at her stomach.  She's wearing a sports bra or something else thin that shows a lot of skin.  She's drawn in muscles on her stomach in what looks like an 8-pack and she's added fur on her belly, along her sides and down her middle.

As I sit trying to think about what to say that would be any sort of safe, I get another one.

Fuuuuck.

She's pulling down her shorts.  It's almost low enough to show her pubic hair but, instead, just shows a wide swathe of bushy fake hair she's added to her belly.  In addition to that, I notice she's added on some comically large press-on nails, too.  There's even more fur on her stomach.

Now she is heading into Slutty Werewolf territory.  Way, way-

The next picture is her lifting the bottom of her sports bra.  I already felt my cock stirring but now it just hardens instantly and I set my phone down, screen against my leg while closing my eyes.  

But I still saw it.  Her nipples pressing against the bra and the thick hair between the soft curves of her surprisingly large breasts.  It was hard to tell but I think she even made the fur look matted, as if she were sweating.

My phone buzzes again and I swallow before turning it.  Her last picture is still there.  I see now that she's added some kind of prosthetic to her jaw, extending it but it's hard to see since she's not focusing on it.  Her hand looks huge while it's holding her sports bra and I can see where she's torn it a little in the center.  Added effect, I guess?  Feral werewolf tearing through its clothes?

No picture this time, just a text.

Loikje itt?

What?  What is- but the phone buzzes again.

Do loike it?  Hjot ssdo ghiy

Well, I'm worried a little now but maybe she's just having a hard time with the press-ons.  I can't help but look at the pictures a few more times before putting my phone away and excusing myself over to my laptop to look up porn that won't make me feel guilty.  I'm in desperate need of rubbing one out.  My phone is silent the rest of the night, thankfully and I pass out candy to the few residents who bring their kids around later that night.

I can't stop myself from looking at the pictures one last time when I'm in bed, trying to fall asleep.  I don't want to get up to grab my laptop and I need something to jerk it to so-

---

Just before five in the evening, I get a text from 21B:  Water leaking everywhere in the bathroom!  Help!

Crap.  This should be a ticket for the guys who handle the big problems but I feel weirdly obligated after helping that crazy old woman out so much.  That and she'd throw a fucking fit if anyone else helped.  Probably blow up my phone yelling at me.  So, I text that I'll be there in a second and I grab all my plumbing gear and head upstairs.

Tyler opens the door before I knock and it looks like she's wearing the same outfit from the pictures the night before.  She smiles wide and pulls me in with surprising strength before shutting the door.

"Where's your mom?" I ask as I head to the bathroom.

"Out," the girl says, following by my side.  She slurs her words slightly.  "Gone for the night.  Again.  All night.  Gone."

I glance at her and see she's staring back at me with intensity that I don't like.  Even more strange, she's still wearing part of her costume.  I can see the tips of her ears just beyond her hair and her canines are massive.  Which would explain the slurring.

There's no water in the hallway.  And I realize too late that I don't hear water gushing.

"I stole her phone," Tyler purrs unncessarily.  She caresses my arm but I jerk away when I feel her press-on nails drag against my skin.

"I'm just going to- fuck!"  I start to say but Tyler slams me against the wall hard enough to crack plaster and knock my breath out.

Before I can react, she bends forward and I feel sharp pain in my forearm.  I holler while shoving at her head but she's far, far stronger than I realized.  She's got her teeth latched onto my arm while her nails bite into my hand and bicep.

Finally, she backs away, still smiling.  There's blood on her lips.  A lot of blood.  She smiles.  Groans.  Her tongue slides free slowly, lapping at the blood in a full circuit.  Only now I see the hair on her cheeks.

"You- you crazy bitch!" I yell with my hand covering where she bit me.  I open it to see two holes in the top, two in the bottom and a row of teeth marks in between them.  "What the fuck is wrong with-"

I stumble as the apartment spins around me.  She's there holding me upright.  She can't weigh more than a hundred pounds but her grip is like steel.

"Works fast, doesn't it," she says, going to her toes to lick my ear and nibble at the little fleshy nub.  I jerk away and she laughs.  

"What did you- what did you drug- What is-" I stammer, rubbing my eyes with the palms of my hands.

"I thought I was crazy the first night," she says from a thousand miles away.  "Walking in the park to get away from my fucking mother.  I stayed in the lights like I always did but it still got me.  I screamed and screamed and screamed until it let go and the world went crazy.  Woke up naked halfway to Latham in someone's backyard.  Stole clothes and hitched until I was home.  My mom was pissed.  Beat me hard but it barely hurt and the bruises healed instantly."

"Can't-  you can't-" I groaned as sweat poured from my body.  I pulled at my shirt, rolling my neck while exposing my chest.

Tyler was there, kissing my skin, biting the neck of my shirt to pull while grabbing my cock through my pants with her own little growl.

"I felt off since then.  Hot.  Horny.  Horny all the damn time.  Restless.  Hungry.  Aggressive.  I snapped at everyone.  Pissed off everyone.  Went out alone.  A month after that night, I felt the changes.  I saw the fur.  I knew what was happening."

She goes to her toes again while her hands work at my buttons but she's hardly an expert.  Her tongue lashes against my lips but I pull back and she laughs again.  Why- why's it so fucking hot in here?  My hand pulls at my shirt and my biceps bulge, thick with muscles and veins until my shirt tears like paper.  Tyler growls and her tongue washes the hair on my chest, licking over and over while her cheek presses against my flesh.

"I thought I'd go insane from the heat," she pants, holding me tight.  "I masturbate all the goddamn time.  Every day.  In between classes in the stalls, squirting into the toilet until my scent covers everything.  I can't take another month like that.  I can't take another month without a mate."

Her teeth bite into my shoulder and I grab her.  To push her away?  To pull her tight?  To hold her against me?  My head is throbbing and a fire burns just beneath my skin.

Hair gathers behind my ears while I grind my sore teeth in my aching jaw.  I don't remember clawing at Tyler's back but she's moaning and rubbing against me, humping my thigh with harsh whining sounds as blood courses down my fingers and black claws split my nails.

"Fuck me," she pants.  "I want you to fuck me.  I want you to mate with me.  Fuck my virgin pussy and fill me with your cum.  I'm yours now.  You're mine.  Marked.   I marked you.  Made you mine.  Mine."

She growls the last word harshly and I snarl in return, grabbing her and turning to shove her against the wall.

"Yes!  Fuck yes!" she cries out at the aggression before I shove my mouth against hers, filing her with my tongue until I pull back to stare into her glowing, violet eyes.

"Want me to fuck you?" I growl, lips trembling as black lines fill the pink.  I taste blood.  She leans forward, licking my lips and mouth as my canines lengthen, cracking their neighboring teeth while bones melt in my face.  "I'll fuck.  I'll fuck you fucking raw, you fucking whore."

"God yesssss, fuck yesss, take me you fucking anim-"

My hand grips her neck and I push down, shoving her to the floor before clawing down her back.  She raises her chest with a gasp that turns into a thin, human-like howl as I slice skin and fabric.  Blood wells as her sports bra falls away to leave her topless.  

Red hair emerges from her back while she works the dense muscles in her shoulders.  She slams her ass back against me, lifting herself to rub against my cock but I force her forward and dig my claws into her shorts.  They're soaked through the seat with her cum.  I can't help but shove my face into her, nipping and biting and huffing and licking until I can't take it anymore.  With a pull, shorts and panties rip apart.

Her pale ass quivers before me.  I grip her waist, clawing at her flesh before dragging my nails down.  Thick calluses grow along my palms, deadening the sensations I feel as I spread her ass cheeks apart.  I can feel the popping of her bones in her waist as fatty tissue and muscle stretches her hips and ass.  

Red fur dots her soft pink pussy lips.  I shove forward eagerly, lapping at her sweet juices with my broad, rough tongue and she cries out, shaking from a sudden, short orgasm.  My twitching, growing ears pick up more bones popping.  I claw at the soft tuft of fur low on her back and feel the bulge of her tail form.  I grab at it, over and over and over as it pushes forward and she whines, shaking and trembling.

My tongue folds to slip between her swollen pussy lips.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck you! Fuck!  Mount me you fucking-"

I swallow her cum as my tongue writhes within her pussy.  Fur grows between her ass cheeks, tangling with the hairs sprouting from my jaw.  Her tail curls as I squeeze and pull at it.

Tyler crushes me as an enormous orgasm rocks her body.  Her words turns to snapping snarls as she pulses around my tongue, shoving it out with her slick muscles while screaming from the waves of pleasure crashing throughout her body.  

Her labia bulge outward, pulled completely smooth as they fill out and fold together, dragging her hooded clit upward.  Cum leaks freely as her pussy reshapes, widening as it takes on a spade-like form.  A long, thick string of her cum dangles beneath her until I lick at it and spread her heavily furred ass apart to bite at her new pussy.

Words are completely lost to her.  Her face is a distended muzzle, half-covered in fur.  She looks back at me while clawing at the floor and raising her ass.  I go to all fours over her, licking her thick black lips and our tongues lap against each other.

My cock rubs against her, back and forth, back and forth, gliding quickly as it stretches into smoothness, pink fading to red.  Skin gathers at the base and hair sprouts from my sheath, making her snarl when they prick against her overly sensitive pussy.  Her snarl fades to a moan when my knot begins to inflate and grind into her.

Tyler's ears flex back when I rub my face against her.  I thrust hard and she snarls when her head slams against the wall.  Again.  Again, adjusting every time until the pointed tip of my red cock finally spreads her open.  She moves against me, pulling herself up and I follow until we're standing with her back bent forward.  Her claws tear through the wall when I begin to pound into her and her cum flings back against the fur growing from my thighs and crotch.

Cracking and popping precede the formation of her paws.  She grows taller when she stands on her forefeet, forced into the position when the skin grows loose before filling out into leathery padding.  Her nails fall off to show the tips of her claws while muscles pull her bones and tendons apart to widen her feet.

My arms surround her body, clawing and massaging her breasts beneath her thick pelt while the other goes down to claw at her belly.  Holding her in place while my teeth bite into her shoulder.  

The red she-wolf leans her head back, howling on unsteady legs as she cums, crushing my cock when she squeezes me over and over until it pushes me over the edge and I freeze, drawing blood with the deadly fangs lining my muzzle against her shoulder.  I fill her but she's too tight and it spurts back against the both of us, covering her fur and mine with thick, ropy white strings.

We mate through the house, destroying everything in our path until we lie on the floor, twisted together, exhausted from our passions.

---

It's dark when I wake to the sounds of enthusiastic slurping.  Tyler is naked with one hand wrapped around my cock and the other clawing at my thigh.  She's bobbing her head up and down, adjusting her position when she feels her teeth against my skin.  The girl pushes down as far as she can go until she starts to gag and then pulls back.  I grab her hair to pull her off but she leans away and works more frantically.

Finally, she lets go and I breathe a sigh of relief until she swings her legs around, grabbing my cock with one hand to guide into her pussy.  I can see it bulging away from her body, swollen and folded.  I grab the carpet beneath me with my fists and hiss when she slowly slides down my still-pointed cock.  

"Gonna cum already," she moans when she bottoms out.  "I'm gonna cum.  I'm gonna-!"

She jerks, clawing at my chest but she barely hesitates before continuing.

"Tyler," I groan, grabbing her waist.  "You- you have to- oh fuck, oh fuck- no, Tyler, you-"

She leans back and writhes against me.  I can see rows of tiny nipples on her body and traces of fur.  

"Cum inside of me," she gasps while rocking against my cock.  "I want to remember it this time.  I want to feel it inside of me.  Hot and thick and-"

Her words are too much and her pussy is more than I can handle.  I grab her taut ass when I feel my cock swell inside of her and she collapses against me, cumming at the same time.  

We lay together and I can't stop myself from stroking the sparse fur along her back.  I can feel it receding under my touch.  I want to ask if last night was real but it's a dumb question.  My mind races.  I can see the destruction around us and I'm already coming up with excuses.  A loose animal or something.

Wild, feral animals rutting and tearing and clawing and biting.

She kisses me but I turn my head so she licks my cheek instead.  And that just turns me on.

"We- we can't do this again," I tell her.  "It's not right.  We can't."

---

She comes to my apartment that night and I smell her before she's there.  We go together to the park, losing ourselves in its depths as we turn for the third night of the full moon, consummating our relationship beneath the silvery light far overhead.

The next day, she leaves school in between classes for a quick fuck and I can't stop myself from letting her inside.  The beast is hungry and I recognize my mate.  Every day she returns and at night, she comes to my bed until the morning.

After she graduates, I buy a house for cheaper than I expected because we find one far outside the limits of the city on five acres of land.  Well away from where most people want to live.

Her mother doesn't care when Tyler says she's leaving.  She's starting college soon. Basic classes until she figures out what she wants to do.

I told her I'd marry her when she graduates.  As a goal to work towards.  We both know I won't be able to wait that long but it ultimately doesn't matter.  We've said our vows to the moon when she's fat and full and bright high in the sky.  Three nights a month and we both count the days until the next time.