The morning sun blankets the two figures sleeping on the forest floor. Eric stirs, his eyes taking a few minutes to adjust to the early morning sunlight. It must still be early, the sun is just over the horizon. Eric tries to sit up, but for some reason his blanket is awfully heavy. Like someone is sleeping on top of him... Oh ya.
Eric opens his eyes and looks down at his chest. A dark haired girl is lying on top of him, not the werewolf that jumped him. Eric shifts his hips, and confirms his suspicions that his cock is still inside his partner. She smiles and snuggles closer to Eric.
Feeling a little irritable, given the circumstances, Eric pushes her off him. His cock slides free, sending chills up his spine.
"Holy shit that felt good." he thinks, trying to stay focused. He wants answers, that's what should be on his mind. Not the attractive, raven haired girl lying in a heap on the ground. She wakes up when Eric abruptly shoves her away from him. She collides with the ground, and blinks her eyes a few times before she's able to process the scene around her.
"What the hell?" she sits up, holding her head and looking around. Sitting stark naked in the forest with a naked guy, that's not exactly how she planned on spending her morning. Eric is standing in front of her, trying to look intimidating while also covering his man parts.
"I don't know who the fuck you are, but you've got some explaining to do." he said as firmly as he could.
"Uh... did we... you know...?"
"You think I just got naked for the sake of getting naked? And then decided to take a nap in the middle of the forest? Ya sure." Eric laughed mockingly. He couldn't believe what was happening. Twelve hours ago his biggest problem was his brother teasing him about not being twenty one. Now he was standing naked in the woods after being attacked by a werewolf type creature.
"I... I'm sorry."
"That's the least you can be. Would you mind explaining what the hell you were doing? Better yet, where did you come from? I don't recognize you, you're not from around here are you?" One of the perks of living in a small town (one of the few perks) you could tell the tourists apart from the locals as easily as you could tell apples and bananas apart.
"No, not really. Look I know I have some explaining to do..."
"Some? Lady, you've got a LOT of explaining to do. And on an unrelated subject, you owe me a new pair of pants. New underwear too." Eric pointed to the shreds that had been his clothing, lying under the naked girl. She looked at them and blushed.
"Again, sorry. I promise, I'll explain things, but we should probably go and get cleaned up first."
"How do I know you won't just run away and disappear forever?" Eric asked.
"I just moved here, my house is literally a couple of miles down the road."
"Oh... Oh, you're the Turner girl?" Eric had heard a family was moving into the old house down the road from his. It had been for sale for the longest time, after its previous owner finally kicked the bucket at one hundred and five years.
"That's me, Cassie Turner. Sorry we had to meet like this..."
"Uh, Eric. And I live that way." Eric jerked his head in the direction behind him, not wanting to remove his hands from his crotch. Cassie smiled and stood up. Eric blushed. Her fur-less form was really, really attractive. Her breasts were smaller, Eric guessed something like a B cup. Her skin had a decent tan to it, but it was also riddled with scars, mostly on her arms and legs.
"You can come over anytime. I'll be waiting." Cassie said. Then she turned tail, metaphorically of course, and walked toward her home. Eric couldn't help but stare at her cute little ass. His cock stiffened under his hands, and he mentally kicked himself for getting turned on again.
"Just go home, grab some clothing, pray Mom and Dad and Jamie aren't around or won't ask too many questions, and go get some answers from her." Eric thought to himself, He hastily ran back home, using what little clothing he had to cover himself. His boxers were shredded, and what was left of his pants only covered his butt.
His shirt was still pretty good, and oddly enough Eric had remained in his sneakers throughout the entire ordeal last night. He only hoped his parents wouldn't be too mad, and wouldn't call the cops after seeing him like this.
Eric crept up to his house, and saw that his parents' car wasn't in the driveway. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to be happy or worried. As soon as he changed, he'd call them. Eric used the key they kept hidden in their garden to open the door.
He was met with a series of loud barks, as their German Shepherd, Bailey, bounded down the stairs. He immediately stopped when he saw Eric.
"What's wrong boy?" Eric asked, walking toward him. Bailey looked nervous, his tail tucked between his legs and his ears flat. He backed up to the stairs and whimpered. Eric was starting to get really worried now.
"Hey, don't be like that. It's me, Eric. What, do I smell funny? Oh shit I must smell like..." Eric didn't dare finish the sentence. But as he spoke, Bailey seemed to recognize his master's voice and perked up. He trotted to Eric's side and sniffed his hands.
"See, it's just me. I'm not going to hurt you." Eric said, patting the dog's head calmly. The two went upstairs and then into Eric's bedroom. Everything was exactly as he left it the previous night. Almost like nothing had happened. But something did happen.
Stepping in front of his closet's mirror, Eric looked at the damage done to his body. He made a mental note that he didn't appear to have any bite marks on him. There were a few cuts and scrapes, but he attributed those to his sleeping on the ground.
"Those claws would have done much more damage." Eric thought, remembering how large Cassie's claws had been.
He shook his head, refusing to believe that what attacked him was really... It couldn't be. It just didn't make any sense. Werewolves don't exist! It was all just some illusion. It wasn't a werewolf, he just dreamt that part. There was no doubt he and Cassie slept together, Eric woke up with his dick inside her. But she couldn't, not in a million fucking years be a werewolf.
Eric jumped into the shower to wash away any remnants from last night's literal roll in the mud. He heard the front door open and close.
"Eric, we're back!" His dad calls into the house.
"I'm in the shower!" Eric calls back. Once he's thoroughly cleaned himself, he shuts off the water. Failing to notice that his package has more hair than it should. Or that his cock is a tad bigger.
Eric quickly changed and then met his parents and Jamie downstairs. The latter of whom looked pretty hungover. Eric felt a bit better seeing his brother was having just as crappy a day as him.
"What's with the birthday boy?" Eric asked, sitting next to Jamie on the couch. Jamie groaned and buried his head under a pillow, muttering curses all the while.
"Oh, your brother just got a little carried away is all. Nothing to worry about, some coffee and a good night's rest will do him some good. How about you? You're up awfully early on a Sunday." Eric's dad said.
"I went to bed kinda early last night. What were you doing out all evening?"
"Your aunt and uncle took Jaime out for a bit. Your mother and I had some alone time." Eric's dad averted making eye contact with his son as he said that. Eric didn't need an anvil to fall on him, he got the message. It certainly explained the "glow" his mother seemed to have.
"What are your plans for the day?" Eric's mom asked him.
"Uh, I'm supposed to be meeting some friends later this morning. I might be out all day." Eric lied. He hoped his parents would believe him. He wasn't known for his social life. Sure Eric had friends
"Really? Good for you son. Just remember what I always say, don't do..."
"Do anything that might end up on my permanent record, or that will ruin my life, I know Dad. Believe me I know." Eric sighed. He'd already done something that had altered his life forever.
Eric did his morning routine like nothing was wrong. His family remained oblivious that anything out of the ordinary happened last night. Jamie was passed out on their couch in the living room, while Eric's mom and dad were getting a little too intimate in the kitchen. He liked his eggs with a side of toast and maybe a few sausage links. He did NOT want to see his father's sausage.
"Get a room guys." Eric grumbled, exiting the kitchen in favor of his bedroom. Bailey dutifully followed him, looking hopeful he might get thrown a scrap. Eric took pity on the dog, and gave him an entire sausage link. He wasn't much in the mood for wiener shaped food right now.
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An hour or two later Eric left for Cassie's house. He lied to his parents and said he was going to meet some friends downtown and see a movie. They didn't question him at all. Eric was the "good child", Jamie was the out of control one.
Eric drove his car, only to keep up appearances. Otherwise it would seem odd that he didn't, since the nearest movie theater was six miles away from downtown, and downtown was three miles away. He followed the road until he reached the driveway that lead to the ancient house Cassie apparently lived in. The paint was peeling off the siding, the roof was falling apart, and the garage door had a massive hole.
