Little Secrets                    by: Vanessa Singer

 

We all have secrets. Each person, no matter how open and honest they claim to be, has something lurking in their past that they’d prefer you didn’t know about. Some people’s secrets are embarrassing, some are shameful and some…well, let’s be honest, some are just plain bizarre. But there are some of us whose secrets are so singularly horrific that sharing them with anyone could cost us our lives. Words that should never…must never be whispered in any company.

Some secrets, like mine, just happen. I don’t know what caused me to be the way I am, but I am confident it is some accident of birth. I’m an orphan, you see, and have no idea who my biological parents are. I was fortunate to be raised by a loving family who treated me like one of their own, but I still lacked that biological connection that most of you have always taken for granted. If I knew my parents, I may have some more understanding of what I am, because despite all the questions I have about myself, I know one thing to be true: I am not human.

I look human. I look like everybody else. Two eyes, two arms, two legs, ten fingers and toes. However, there is something inside me that makes me different from the other six billion folks sharing the planet with me. It’s something primal, something that only wakes from it’s slumber three times a month and changes me into something less than a man, but more than animal. I am, according to anyone’s definition, a werewolf.

Now, I know what you’re saying. There are no such things as werewolves, right? Until a few years, I would have stood beside you, denouncing anyone who said that a man could change into an anthropomorph as a crackpot. All I ask is that you please keep an open mind. Because everything I’m about to tell you is true.

It happened for the first time on a balmy June evening when I was fourteen. All day, I’d felt uneasy. It wasn’t like I felt sick, but something seemed out of balance deep inside me. At first I thought it was maybe a summer cold, but soon I knew it couldn’t be. If anything, I felt more invigorated. I felt stronger and more alive than ever before. But, something was gnawing at my soul. I spent the entire day trying to pinpoint the cause of my malaise, but I couldn’t.

As the sun slid away into the west, that feeling of unease began to overwhelm me. When I was a teenager, we had moved to a small town in upstate New York. Our backyard shared a border with a large wooded area that the local kids would play in during the summer months. That night, I felt something drawing me toward those woods. I hesitate to say that I heard voices, but I definitely felt something beckoning me.

After two hours of tossing and turning, I climbed from my sweat-soaked bed and quietly slipped out the window in nothing but my boxers and T-shirt. I moved quickly, hopping over the fence and skulking into the woods. As I ran, I was overcome with an intoxicating sense of freedom. I pulled off every stitch of clothing I had, racing blindly into the darkness until I finally couldn’t run anymore.

Sitting at the base of a large tree, I took deep breaths and soaked in the glorious scents of nature. The smells seemed to get stronger with each breath, and the smell of civilization would continually burn my nose. I could smell the cars driving by on the highway, the scent of charred burgers and gasoline spilling from overfilled tanks. And, when I did, I would get up and move deeper into the dark wood. Soon, I was so deep in the forest that they seemed to stretch on forever in all directions. It was then I noticed what had already begun.

I’d always been a small child, and I hadn’t really grown much during puberty. Despite my age, I hadn’t really shown any signs of maturation. At fourteen, I stood only five and a half feet tall with spindly limbs and a slight belly. I kept my blond hair pretty short, particularly in the summer, and sharp pale features. But despite the darkness, I could see myself beginning to change under the moonlight.

The first indications were between my legs, where I could see a thick mat of dark hair sprouting from my flesh. My penis, while average size, seemed lost in a thick forest of hair that was much darker than any of my other hair. It seemed to be moving up toward my belly and down my thighs. I ran my fingers through the thick fur, feeling the coarseness of it. My manhood responded immediately, growing hard to rise from beneath it’s woolen covering.

The hair continued to grow, moving around my thighs and hips as it continued to radiate out from my groin. My vision was adjusting to the darkness, revealing to me the deep shade of my auburn fur. I reached down, grasping my penis that had taken on a bizarre shape. The shaft seemed the same, but the head was larger and more bulbous than before, making it look like a large fleshy lollipop.

Had it been any other time, I would have thought I was going mad or hallucinating. But, for some reason, this felt so right. Everything else today had felt wrong except for the inexplicable change my body was undergoing. Even the sight of my penis slowly retracting into my body didn’t seem like a cause for any alarm.

I could see it’s huge bulbous head being retracted into me as my balls and scrotum followed. The skin were my penis was seemed to flow apart, forming thick lips that rubbed against the shaft like a lover, caressing it as it disappeared into my distorting body. A shiver raced through my body as the tip spread those lips, causing me to splatter what remained of my seed on the ground beneath me.

As the fur crawled up my back, the muscles beneath seemed to tense and shiver wildly. They were getting stronger, forcing my body into a new shape while taking on a very defined tone. My back twisted as my hips spread, forcing me down into a half-crouch. My hands rested on a large tree trunk as the hair grew over my knees and over my chest. Pads of thick, dark flesh swelled from my palms and the soles of my feet, protecting me from the harsh forest floor, as something fleshy sprouted from above my widening posterior.

My chest, which was still hairless, blossomed quickly into a pair of very large breasts. My old nipples faded away completely, replaced by two that felt much larger and thicker. Rubbing them with the back of my hand, I was thrilled to feel a second pair growing just below the first. This pair pressed the first up slightly as their nipples also rose from the bare flesh. And finally, a third pair, situated near my fur-covered belly, appeared with three nipples per teat.

The fleshy growth above my buttocks stretched to nearly three feet long before it too began to grow hair. I discovered, through some sort of instinct, I could move this new tail with ease. Stepping back from the tree, I stood on shaky legs that were no longer human. They were longer and shaped like a woman’s, but with joints like a wolf. A long foot with very pronounced toes let to a narrow ankle and thickly muscled calves that were disappearing beneath auburn fur.

I raised my twisting hands toward the heavens and let out a guttural howl, savoring the feeling as my face stretched into a canine muzzle. My cheeks and eyes felt like they were swelling uncontrollably, along with my ears. I could feel them move as my auditory canal did, taking on a longer, almost feline quality. My short blond hair was lost beneath a thick mane of auburn hair that spilled down my back in wild waves.

Getting down on all fours, I sniffed the ground and howled again. It’s difficult to remember what went through my head at the time, since reality seemed to shift into a completely new state. I knew that I had just become a female wolf-like creature, and that I should be scared to death, but I wasn’t. Instead, I felt strangely liberated. If you had asked me my name or where I lived, I still knew them, but I simply didn’t care anymore. When I become "her," I become very single-minded of purpose.

The first thing I remember clearly after the change was the sensation of my bladder being full. So, without a second thought, I got down on my fur-covered haunches and urinated against the tree, splashing some on my foot. Rubbing it on the bark, I was satisfied and darted into the woods on all fours. I don’t know how fast I really go when I am "her," but it’s much faster than any human or wolf I’ve ever seen. I can instinctively move between trees at incredible speed and stop on a dime, if necessary. I ran for what felt like an hour, feeling the air dancing across my naked engorged breasts and through my thick mane. My nose was bombarded with woodland scents that no man or woman has ever smelled, but I could. Finally, after an hour, I came to Tucker’s Lake.

Tucker’s Lake was the first recognizable landmark I’d passed all night. It was located about six miles from my house, and was a place where boats could be rented for $25.00 for two hours. To me, it seemed like a perfect place to get a drink and rest for a moment. To the other people in my area, it was a great place to go fishing or to camp.

Toby Miller was a kid from my school who nobody really paid much attention to. He wasn’t a jock or a geek or any of the other standard niches. He was just Toby Miller from the far side of town. I’d heard that Toby occasionally came down to Tucker’s to fish, but in the throes of lycanthropy, I didn’t recall it until it was too late. Toby was there and he was staring right at me.

"Errr?" I muttered, not sure what I should do. He was standing outside of his little red tent in nothing but a pair of rubber boots and long underwear bottoms. His eyes met mine and he stood motionless, each waiting for the other to make a move. Truthfully, I think he thought I was just a wolf at first, but then the strangest part of the evening happened.

I remember reading in biology about pheromones, and the effect they can have on the sex drives of males and females. I didn’t place much stock on the effect of pheromones on humans, preferring to think that we were above such things. Humans are motivated by love and romance, but that night, I saw the power of pheromones on the human mind. I believe that, as a she-wolf, I am cursed with an incredibly powerful pheromone that replaces any sane fear a man might have with lust.

Toby continued to stare as he moved closer to me, his eyes moving down my back and across my tail until he found my semi-human sex. He awkwardly rubbed the fur on my back, saying how pretty it was, as he slowly pulled his long-johns down around his ankles. I knew what was about to happen, but I didn’t stop it. I could have run away or pushed him aside, but I wanted it just as badly as he did. I could remember what it felt like when my own penis slipped inside of me, and I wanted to feel if Toby’s was just as good.

Toby took his rock-hard penis in his hand and slowly felt around behind me, making sure he got the right orifice. Then he slid it inside me, leaning over to mount me like a male wolf might. His hands first grabbed me around the midsection, but soon slid beneath me to fondle the six large breasts swinging with each thrust he made. He groaned loudly as he pressed me down to the ground, forcing his cock deeper into my animal sex. I wrapped my tail around his chest, howling like the horny she-beast I was.

He rode me like an animal for a long time before finally shooting his wad. Then, as if on cue, he slowly staggered back and fell asleep on the sandy beach. I moved closer, checking to see if I hadn’t killed him. He was in a deep sleep, a smile etched across his face. Snorting and licking his face, I continued to explore the woods until the sun came up.

My body slowly, but surely, regained it humanity and maleness as the day broke, forcing me to walk nearly eight miles back to my home, recovering my clothes from the places I’d left them. I got back just before 8:40 and felt refreshed, despite a sleepless night of woodland frolicking. I could remember what had happened, with the transformation and with Toby, but I didn’t really feel dirty or sick because of it. I was just giving in to my animal lust that, for some reason, had risen to the surface that night. And have every night of the full moon since.

I can’t control the change, but I can plan for it. I make sure I’m alone when it starts and hopefully near a large wooded area. Usually it’s not too difficult to work around, though there have been some nights in college that I had a narrow escape. Sometimes, when "she" comes out, I will have a little sex with some male.

Toby, unfortunately, didn’t take well to our encounter. He remembered the whole thing and made the mistake of telling one of his friends that he was "attacked and raped by a wolf-girl." This story immediately spread and he was even more of a pariah than before. He continued to make the claim and was ridiculed incessantly until he left high school just before the second semester of senior year. The last I heard, he’d been spotted on one of those daytime talk shows for something totally unrelated to lupine love.

I live in New York City now, and have for some time. So, on the nights of the full moon and if you’re a man, you may want to stay out of the park. I have a nice quiet little corner that works perfectly for me. There are a couple of homeless guys who visit there every month, looking for the wolf-girl. Apparently, I’m something of a good luck charm to them. I heard a couple of my earlier lovers actually got their lives together and made it off the streets. I don’t really know how they did it, but I guess that’s just one of their little secrets.

 

 

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