Layers Ch. 08

The man turns to Stephen. "How does it feel, young man? How does it feel to be part of a pack?" I watch him while he talks. Something... something is off... what...? Oh. Oh, what the hell? His voice is out of sync with his mouth. What the fuck is this freak? He continues. "It couldn't have been long. A day? Two days? Was it immediate for you? I don't often get to talk to live werewolves. Fascinating subjects but hard to hold down." He laughs as if he'd made a joke. "Do you feel the bond? Have you submitted? Both of you? To your Alpha?"

Stephen grunts and I see his eyes flicker over to me briefly.

"Is it hard?" The man gestures theatrically. He bends down and looks up in supplication. "Do you fight against them? The ties that bind? Do you struggle, oh man? Mightly?" He stands and twirls in place. "Or do you accept it willingly? Which are you? Do you know she's a man?"

"It's none of your goddamned business what I feel." Stephen's voice is threatening and I see the anger behind his eyes.

"No? No? Perhaps. Perhaps not. She is beautiful, isn't she? Our Hannah. A beautiful specimen. I told you answers would be coming and I meant it. Listen well, children. The woman standing in your midst was a man at one time. But, I'll start 6 months ago. Almost 6 months ago. Will you sit? No? I will." We all share a glance as the insane man sits on the bench in front of us. He clears his throat and a small white thing wriggles out of the corner of his mouth. His tongue flicks up to pull it back into his mouth.

"There once was a beautiful woman named Hannah. She lived in Canada. Strong. Very strong. A born werewolf. An Alpha. But no pack. So, she made one. She tried. She started with a man. Scott. They met at a bar and got drunk together. Things got rough and hot and heavy and, well, she turned him. Made him into a werewolf like her. Oh, but not exactly like her. No. No no no. An Alpha does not make an equal. She makes a pack and she leads. The pack follows. She makes a bond that cannot be denied. It's forced. Forced into the person when they change. It's fascinating, really. I plan to study it soon. Very soon. So, the Alpha needs to pick well. Because they're stuck. Until death do they part. So, they pick someone good and it's happily ever after. Scott. Scot was not good. Scott was not a good choice. No. No, sir. Scott raged against the bond. Scott struggled and fought and hated every second of his servitude to Hannah. Until he killed her. I personally can't imagine what it would take to murder your Alpha but he did. I watched it. Remotely. Never, ever get into the middle of werewolves fighting. No. Werewolves by themselves are bad enough but, fighting? No no no. He bit her throat out. Tore it out. She couldn't heal fast enough. The pain of the loss and fear and shame at what he did must've driven him mad. He ran. I made it to her just in time to watch her die. Strong, beautiful Hannah."

My stomach is roiling and I want to cry. I know where this is going. I can guess where it's going. Elaine is fighting tears beside me and I see the flush of anger in her cheeks. Stephen is gritting his teeth. He knows, too.

Thomas claps his hands and rubs them together. Black markings line the back of his hands. "I took her body. Dragged her. Werewolves are heavy. So heavy. But, I lived nearby so I dragged her home. And then I cut her open. Emptied her. I staked her empty flesh to my table and drew on the inside of her dried flesh. It was an experiment. A test. You know the old legends. Drink from a wolf's paw print or wear the skin and all of that. And then I followed Scott. I followed him here. And I thought, what a perfect chance to see what would happen if Hannah came back. A simple divination spell to find a likely candidate and a skin suit in a box and there you go! Although, imagine my surprise when the bones told me it was going to a man. Even I didn't think that would work."

He stands again, watching me. And then, he reaches out, snake fast to jab at my stomach with his finger. Elaine's hand magically appears on the man's wrist, locking him down. She's growling and I can see a line of thick red hair down her arms. Stephen's hand has materialized around the man's throat and he's not growling. That's even more scary. The man's upper arm moves as he struggles but Elaine's grip is steady. Her lips pull back to show more teeth than she needs. I hear a small crack and the man gasps in pain. So, he can still feel pain even with his body the way it is. That's good to know.

"Elaine. Stephen. Let him finish." Stephen snaps his head to look at me and the anger is still there. Elaine releases the man's wrist and it falls limply at a wrong angle. Her golden eyes never leave his face. Stephen slowly releases his grip and the man falls to his knees, gasping for air.

"I... I... it's ... I think... I think it's broken. Werewolves. I said. I said never get inbetween them. I said. Hah hah hah. I should've listened to me." He looks up at me. "Didn't think it would work. Did it hurt to become a woman? Can you breed? Do you want to? So many questions. So many."

At the word 'breed', Stephen turns fully to look at me. Comprehension dawns on his face and so many emotions flood his body. I can smell fear, apprehension, confusion and surprise. And then, tucked down under all of them, a cousin to joy. Something related to it. I put a hand on his arm and squeeze.

"What do you want with me?" I ask, even though I'm pretty sure I know the answer.

"More experiments. Answers. I'm a wizard. That's what I do. Wizards. So you'll come back with me and answer some questions and I'll poke you a bit and feed you and try a few things and then we'll see if we can find Scott. And then I'll ask him some questions. It'll be fun!" As he talks, the man flops his broken hand back and forth, as if testing his pain tolerance. Lines wriggle beneath his flesh in a migration from his entire body down to his wrist until a bulbous lump surrounds the area. I can barely watch and the smell... I start breathing through my mouth in an attempt to make the smell stop.

"If I refuse?"

The man cocks his head to the side. "But you can't."

I take a step, feeling the wolf push forward and my own transformation starting. The flush of warmth signaling my change. I can feel the hairs pushing out from my lower stomach to my belly button and my teeth are starting to itch. "If I do?"

"Well," Thomas pauses. "I guess I'll just have to use someone else."

The floor drops out of my stomach and I nearly collapse. The wolf and my own surging aggression keeps me up. "What do you mean?" I'm nearly growling now and I hear a rip next to me. Red fur is pushing through tears in Elaine's jeans.

The man looks at me blankly. "I'll cut Hannah off of you and give her to someone else."

I reach for him and three of my fingers are tipped in claws.

Thomas grins. The birds around us drop to their sides, dead, and the man vanishes. I growl and nearly fall. Goddammit. Elaine is half changed, clothes ripped, her growing tits surrounded by red fur. She's padding around the bench, sniffing at the birds and the bag of crumbs. Stephen is on his hands and knees, clawing at the ground. Near his hand I see a white chalk circle that was surrounding Thomas. It's filled with intricate designs along the outside rim. I'd guess Thomas was expecting something to happen and he prepared for it.

More rips. Stephen's shirt lays in tatters around him and his upper body is being consumed with thick fur. His face cracks as his jaw lengthens. I feel a pain at the base of my spine that flares suddenly and then is gone. Shit. Shit, shit.

I grab Stephen's lengthening ears in my hands and stare at his golden eyes. "Home!" I yell. "Home, Stephen!" I do the same with Elaine and then I run. I hear the two follow behind me after a second and we're dodging fire hydrants and trees on our mad dash back to the house. I look back briefly to see Elaine fully naked and running on all fours. Her body is completely covered in a thick red carpet of fur and she's only holding back in order to stay behind me. Stephen can't figure out whether to go to all fours or run standing up. He shambles along, growling and huffing.

Home in record time. I slam the door shut behind all of us. Elaine pads over and pushes her muzzle against my face. Stephen is ripping his pants off of his body, grunting with the effort of it. His cock bulges as the skin turns pink. His knot is forming. I can't look away. It's both disturbing and erotic to watch. The skin stretches thin along his engorged length and he paws at it as it grows. Elaine stands and goes to him, her tail swishing behind her. Her ass is wider and thick with muscle. I can smell both of them and it's driving me crazy.

But, all I can hear is 'I'll cut Hannah off of you.' Over and over in my mind. My changes stopped along the run home.

The scene unfolds before me. Elaine and Stephen are gone. Mentally gone. Stephen stands fully transformed and he looks like a goddamned wolf-bear. He's huge. His arms enfold Elaine and they hug briefly before he pushes her away. She goes to her hands and feet with her ass raised and he grips both of her ass cheeks with his claws, spreading her red, furry ass open to his muzzle. He pushes into her and then pulls back, licking along the length of her wet pussy.

I want them both. I want to join in. 'I'll cut Hannah off of you.' Again. Echoing in my mind. Drowning any sexual energy I can work up. Is it even possible? Would it kill me?

Stephen is sitting now, his huge legs angled and spread open. His massive cock throbs in the air. Elaine stands above him and then crouches, grabbing his dick with her paw, guiding him towards her pussy. Her tail thrashes once, twice and then stands rigid as she eases herself onto him. I watch her (now black) pussy lips spread wetly as he enters her. She hisses and moans and growls at the same time, pushing down to his knot. Stephen's hands are on her hips, claws kneading at her flesh. Elaine grabs his shoulders and closes her eyes. Slowly, she pulls herself down further and I watch her pussy envelope the knot at the base of Stephen's cock. The fur around Elaine's cunt is slick with her own juices. Her lips tighten suddenly as she passes the base of the knot and she collapses forward, her larger, furry breasts against Stephen's muzzle. Stephen looks up at her and then pushes up. Elaine yelps and moans and holds his neck tightly. Again, Stephen pushes up into her and then down, his knot bulging out of the base of her pussy. And again. With small, hard movements, Stephen fucks his mate while I watch.

'... cut Hannah off of you...' I close my eyes and press my palms against my temples. Everything is too much. I can't listen to them fuck. I can't think beyond the man's scratchy voice. I play through every single minute of my life since I opened that box. And then again. No. No, no, no. I don't want to lose this. I don't want to die.

I don't know how long I sit like that but eventually, I look up to see the two have stopped. Elaine can't even seem to hold herself up and she's laying heavily against Stephen's chest. They're both sweat and cum soaked. Nuzzling each other. I watch white globs of cum leak out of Elaine's pussy, catching in the thick tuft of fur surrounding it. I can smell it. Strongly. I remember the sweet, slightly salty taste of it.

I go to them. To both of them. I hug Elaine's back first. I feel her strength and her warmth. She gently pushes back against me but her muscles are rubbery. I hug Stephen the best I can from our positions, with Elaine knotted on him. He reaches an arm up to hold me tight. And then I pull them to the ground and I lie with them. I close my eyes and listen to their heart beats and feel their warm fur surrounding me. And, like a child, I fall asleep.

My dreams are full of red wetness. Blood and the stench of death. Screams. Nightmares. I wake shrieking and I feel Stephen's arms tighten around me. "Shhhh," he whispers to me. "Shhhh. I'm here. You've been having nightmares. It's okay."

My heart races and I'm clawing at Stephen until I realize that I'm okay and he's there. There and human. The sky is red with the sunset and I can't hear or smell Elaine in the house. "Wh..." I swallow and try again. "Where's Elaine?"

Stephen is stroking my hair. I love the sensation. The feeling. It's soothing. It's incredibly soothing. His voice is low and even. "She's gone to the store for food. She left about 5 minutes ago. She'll be back."

"'kay," I whisper to him. I feel like a small child in his arms. He hasn't changed his position except to pull himself closer to me. He's still naked and I feel his limp cock against my bare thigh. His sticky cock. I'm oddly okay with that. Mostly, I'm just grateful for him holding me right now.

"I'm sorry." I tell him, my voice low as if we're hiding in the bedroom from our parents. "I'm so sorry. For all of this. I didn't know. I didn't know it would happen. I'm so sorry. It's what I wanted to talk about when we got home. I wanted to talk to both of you about it."

Stephen continues to stroke my hair without talking. Finally, just as the worry is building within me, he answers. "It hurts. It hurts a lot. I don't know you. I don't know a damn thing about you. I know what you've told me but I don't know who you are. Are you smart? Are you funny? Are you kind? Are you a good person? You tried to save Elaine earlier this morning so that's in your favor. And you've told us your background but that's just words. Elaine knows you more than I do so far. She likes you. That's good, too. She's got good gut instincts even if she's entirely too optimistic for her own good. But, me? I'm not so easy to trust. I've heard too many lies. I've had too many people that I thought were good people come to me and tell me about some horrible thing they did and then beg me to help them." His hand is still stroking through my thick hair. Over and over in the same spot. I wait.

"Are you one of those people? Will I later find out you hurt someone badly? Murdered someone? Treated us badly? It takes time for me to trust. A long time. Elaine and I dated for 2 years before I finally admitted that I loved her. Before I could trust her with that. I'm not the kind of guy to just throw out the word whenever it works for me. It's a huge goddamned thing. Love. Should. Be. Earned. And then you. You fucking come along and I have no fucking choice." Despite the words, his tone of voice remains calm and even and his hand never falters. I feel even smaller now.

"It. Hurts. I didn't need that freak to tell me that whatever this is was forced on me. You think I wanted to touch you when you were a man? Do you know what was running through my head that morning? The struggle I had? All these new smells and feelings and everything ramming into my head. This... this thing growling in the back of my mind. And all I could do was beg. And abase myself. To you. And through it all, I felt this thing like love. Near enough that I can't tell the difference. Because of what you did. I didn't want this. Neither did Elaine. I was working through it. Making it okay before this fucking guy showed up."

I'm swallowing back tears. I can't help it. My face feels hot. Stephen is still running his hands through my hair. "Tell," his voice cracks and he clears his throat before he continues. "Tell me you're sorry again."

I swallow the lump in my throat. "I am sorry, Stephen."

I feel something drip onto my hair and I know he's crying. "Tell me you're a good person."

My own tears slip out unbidden. "I try," I whisper.

Stephen's arm tighten around me. "Tell me," he whispers back. "Tell me it's safe to love you."

I can't talk. I can't. I nod and the tears are hot and wet on my cheeks and hair.

"It still hurts. Still hurts. I have no choice and never did. The only thing keeping me here is that you didn't know. And now you're stuck with me. With us. But if you ever treat us badly, I will walk. And suffer from it. For probably forever but I won't stay around like some whipped dog."

I untangle myself from his arms and turn to face him. My eyes dart around his face. "I can't hurt either of you." I lean in, half-expecting Stephen to pull away but he doesn't. My lips touch his and we both close our eyes. Our tongues meet and I feel a thrum inside of me when my insides loosen, finally allowing me to ignore everything but the touch of my man. When I struggle to take my top off, Stephen nearly rips it off for me. The skirt comes off easier - the zipper is on the side. I expect him to take my panties off next but he doesn't and when I try to do it, he restrains me.

It takes a huge amount of effort but I let go. It's difficult but I just let go. Stephen rolls me carefully back onto my back and then straddles my body. His knees are next to mine and I feel his dick against my lower stomach. My nipples ache. Stephen kisses me again and I grab his short hair with my long fingers. My other hand goes to his back and I feel his broad, strong back muscles as he holds himself above me. He moves slightly and the head of his dick presses against my clit through my panties. I twist and moan and my hips automatically press up against him. His hands are in my hair and he pulls back, exposing my throat. I stop myself from reacting like the she-wolf wants me to. His beard is rough against my throat and he's growling slightly as he licks and kisses and bites gently against my neck. His lower body presses down and now he's grinding against my clit. My body moves of its own accord, my legs wrapping around his. Hips bucking in time to his movements.

"Stephen," I whimper. "Stephen. I want you inside of me. Please." The words are paradoxically both easy and hard to say. The 'Please.' He pulls himself down and his rough hand grabs my left breast, gripping and kneading at the flesh. I moan and whine as his dick slides away from my pussy. When I try to push myself down to feel him against me again, I feel him hold me in place. The she-wolf is growling but I ignore her. "Please, Stephen. Ple- Oh." His tongue flicks at my nipple and I arch my back. His wet mouth sucks the nipple in and his tongue works and over it. I feel the pressure building slowly within me. I grab the back of his head and press him down harder against the soft flesh of my breast and moan again when he takes my entire areola and nipple into his mouth. "God. God, yes. Stephen, please. Please."

My mate lets my nipple go but both hands go to my breasts and I bite my lip from the feeling of him pushing them together and kneading them. He kisses down my chest and stomach until he's at the top of my panties.

"I can smell you," he says. "Even if it weren't for the wolf, I could smell your sweet little pussy. And your taste. Your virgin taste. And how fucking tight you are. You have no idea how good you feel. My tight little virgin whore."

That's... oh, that's new. With the last sentence, I feel a flood inside my pussy. I've never let go this far. I've never just sat back and let someone take control this much. It's... I don't think I want it all the time but, goddamned am I wet. I - OH FUCK. Stephen's mouth is suddenly on my soaked panties and he's biting at my clit. Fuck fuck fuck. "Stephen. Stephen, please. Please for the love of god, fuck me. Please. I want your cock inside of me. Please."

He ignores me and pulls my panties off. I can feel the way the soaked fabric rubs at my sopping wet lips. I lift my legs up so he can pull them off easier and he growls loudly as my scent floods the room. With force, he shoves my legs down and apart and opens my cunt wide with his thumbs. His tongue enters me and I squirm, holding my legs open for him. Hol... hol.... the orgasm pushes through me and I buck with it but he's still sucking at me. I try to talk but he presses two fingers into my wetness and then presses up. Another orgasm and I'm trying to tell him to stop but I can't. I can't breathe. I can't... another orgasm and a spray of cum as I squirt, soaking his face. Stephen growls again and I see gold flash in his eyes.