Succubus Coed 04: Vacation Problems
A wolf among the sheep
The family vacation started out great. My in-laws chose a fancy cabin in the woods, with room for everyone. My daughter brought a boyfriend, or perhaps he was a boy-toy. I didn't ask. There were three other cabins close by, sharing common parking and picnic areas. We were spending the week here, as were the people in the next cabin. Given how hot the days were, we got into a habit of staying up late talking in the common picnic area. Often, we would go through a few beers. With the bright moonlight, finding our way back to our cabin was fairly simple, even if the walk itself might be a little wobbly from the beer.
On the third day, a gay couple showed up, and claimed the empty third cabin. Even though they had no interest in women, they noticed and lusted after me. Of course, given the heat, and the local laws, neither myself nor my daughter bothered with a top, and our miniskirts were rather short. We invited them to join us in the evening.
At about dinner time, a front moved in, and it got cloudy. But it didn't look like there would be any rain, so we grilled our dinner, as did everyone else. The gay couple introduced themselves as George and Sandy. We shared a few stories. At one point, Sandy told us that George had been attacked a few weeks ago, while they were hiking in the evening. It was some kind of wolf, but the attack was too fast. Fortunately, they were heard, and a hunter shot and hit the creature. That was enough to drive it off, but they were far too busy tending to George to really process everything. George went to the hospital for a checkup, and got a rabies shot, just in case, since most wild animals avoid people. Still, he only stayed overnight. The bandages were removed a week later, and now he had a nice scar.
The next day, everyone went swimming in the lake at the bottom of the hill. Dick wore her bikini that went transparent when wet, and she was always taking a dip every few minutes. My bikini covered a bit more skin, but was crotchless. Neither of us wore the top that went with them. Terry's outfit was a bit more conservative, but nothing could hide his twelve-inch dick. And when he got hard, three inches would poke out the top.
He spent a lot of effort to remain soft, but I knew all his buttons, and soon he was showing. George and Sandy, lying down next to us, ogled him at that point. On the other side of us, his mother was also ogling, and licking her lips. His dad was trying unsuccessfully to get her attention back. Terry was embarrassed, but didn't do anything to stop it. After we got back to the cabin, I pulled Terry into the Jacuzzi tub, and pulled his shorts down. Since I didn't need to do anything about my clothes, I impaled myself. He came rather quickly, but didn't go soft. We heard Dick and her friend going at it in the other room.
We met again for dinner, and noticed the clouds that kept us from getting a tan were breaking up. While most of us had burgers, George and Sandy had steaks. Sandy liked his medium well, but George wanted his rare. Sandy razzed him about being a carnivore. We were on the third or fourth round of beers, when George seemed to get sick. He went off to throw up, but didn't get far. Just then, the moon escaped the clouds, and we all clearly saw what happened.
Rather than collapsing to toss his cookies, he screamed in pain and stretched out impossibly. When the scream didn't stop, Sandy got up and went to him. But by then, it was too late. George turned on Sandy, and with a swipe of his hand, appeared to slap him. However, his fingers were curled, and his nails were growing longer, and instead of a slap, his face was nearly ripped off. That alarmed everyone, but before we could get up and run, George became even hairier, and a second swipe dropped Sandy, without a recognizable face anymore.
Terry yelled for his parents to get in the cabin and lock the door; he would do what he could out here. He went for the grill, and grabbed the tools to attack George. I ran to the side and grabbed a few rocks to throw. Dick yelled for her friend to get the other people in the cabins, then she grabbed a hot-pad and used it to grab the hot grill rack, and advanced on George. I threw my rocks quickly, but they barely got any attention. Racking my brains, I grabbed some lighter fluid from one of the grills, and then filled the charcoal chimney with coals from the uncovered grill. By this time, Terry and Dick were both harassing whatever George was, and I went up and started squirting it with the lighter fluid. As long as I had more fluid, I kept squirting.
Suddenly, he attacked Terry and bit him on the arm. Dick swung at him, and the heat of the grill was enough for Terry to escape. In turn, he backhanded her so hard, her head flew off. As terrified as I was, I still had enough presence of mind to throw the coals onto him. While he batted some away, at least one hit, because he caught fire. In return, he scratched my arm deeply. The scream of agony, as he burned, was terrible. It sounded like an animal. I backed off, and I could see he had somehow transformed into a wolf. Although running about in his own panic, it was Dick who saved the day. Somehow, when her head was knocked off, it didn't fall. Instead, she seemed to briefly have a seizure.
Suddenly, her body started attacking, and with powerful blows. Her fist disoriented it, but the grill went into its flesh, burning as it went. When I looked closer, she was holding it barehanded, yet it seemed her hand was making it hotter. Less than a minute later, the creature was dead. Unlike the movies, it didn't transform back. Dick, on the other hand, calmed down, and collected her head and put it back on. Then she fainted, but only briefly. It was enough for her to fall down.
Opening her eyes, she said, "What... the hell... happened?"
"You saved us. Now, you see about Terry."
Looking guilty, she quickly looked about and saw Terry holding his arm, wrapped in a towel.
I went to Sandy, and quickly learned he was dead. Using one of the grill tools Terry had dropped, I poked at the dead creature, and ensured it was dead. When I saw it was, I yelled, "All clear," and then headed back to join Terry.
With my yell, the cabins opened. Shortly, as we were being looked at, one of the others said the rangers would be here soon. The three of us checked each other, but only Terry and I were hurt. Despite having her head knocked off, the actual blow was with the back of its hand, and so didn't break skin. Terry and I got in the Jacuzzi tub and got very clean, and washed our injuries well.
The rangers brought a paramedic, and after properly dressing the bandages, he gave Terry and I rabies shots, just in case. He also made us promise we would go to the hospital in the morning, to get thoroughly examined. The rangers took the wolf away, and the paramedic escorted Sandy's body to the local morgue.
In the morning, we decided to end the family vacation, and we all went to the local hospital. They were expecting us, and wanted to examine Terry, Dick and me.
Dick explained she had not been injured, but they insisted that because she was in the fight, she should be examined. All they found was burn marks on one hand. The hand she used to hold the grill. Even so, they seemed to be partially healed.
Examining me, they found my scratches were minor, but they insisted on replacing my bandages. Terry's wounds were not healing as well. They cleaned them out again, and even did a little trimming of the wound to make it less ragged, then stitched it closed. They gave him a prescription, and indicated the dressings should be changed twice a day. That was a bummer, but we decided to return home and hire a local nurse to change the dressings in our home.
While Dick drove us home, I made calls to hire a nurse. Terry, however, was fielding calls from his mother every hour or so, as she was worried. While Dick and her friend transferred their stuff into their car, we met the nurse and headed for the master bedroom. There, Terry took off his shirt with my help, and the nurse changed the bandages. She also undid my bandages, and as there were only small scratches, she commented on the overprotective nature of some interns. She left, after seeing that Terry took his first dose of the medicine.
The next morning, right after breakfast, the nurse looked at Terry and changed his bandages. When she checked me, she said I didn't need the bandages any more. Three days later, she said his bandages were no longer needed, but it wouldn't hurt to keep them on a few more days. The wound should be protected for another week or so, to fully heal.
Life got back to normal, and the next weekend his folks came by. They insisted on seeing his wound, so he took off his shirt. Given how little I usually wore, I didn't need to remove my top to let them see. I did offer, though, to Terry's delight.
A few weeks later, we were at an evening party at Sunshine Point. After dinner, most went home, but we stayed for a few beers with just a few friends at the club. It was nearing nine when I started to feel a bit odd. A few minutes later, I saw Terry looking a little off, as well. I decided to head over and see if something was bothering him, like me.
I sat next to him, leaned over, and whispered, "Terry? You look a little off. I also feel a little off. Is something bothering you?"
"Yes, but I don't know what. It feels like my blood is up, and I want to do something, but I don't know why, nor what I want to do."
"Perhaps we should head home. No one will care, and we can deal with whatever by ourselves."
"Good idea." He stood, and I followed. He called out, "Well, folks, it's been fun, but we need to head home now."
We got a bit of razzing, but made our exit. As we drove home, I noticed my own unease was increasing. When I saw Terry's was distracting him, I said, "Terry! Find a place to pull over. Something's happening to us, and I don't think you should be driving."