Resident of Pheasant Lodge at the Peppermill:
We apologize for this late notice, but please ignore (and do not be alarmed by) any sounds emerging from apartment 602 for the next few days. The resident is assisting a good were-friend with their seasonal rut.
Sounds may include squeals, screams, howls, and the like. We will endeavor to keep X-rated language to a minimum.
Again, we apologize in advance, and for the late notice.
-- Resident of 602 and friend
She could tell he was about five seconds from blowing his load, but he'd been on that cusp for the last couple of minutes as she let his arousal recede, then coaxed it back up. It was fun playing the game, dangerous as it may have been, with him in human-form sitting naked in her chair, him cumming a threat of destroying the poor thing.
"How many are we gonna need?" he asked, the tension alive in his voice. "Across the hall, upstairs, behind you --"
She slurped her way back off the eight-inch dick; she was going to
have
to train him into being able to cum full-force in human-form, getting fucked by and sucking
this
thing would be just too good to miss. "Um... two on zero, probably... uh, six on first floor?" She felt by his stillness that he was calculating that; a few taps of his fingers set the printer to going, and then he slid his fingers through her dark hair and panted, "If I cum, it's gonna get all over, you know."
"Mmmm. Kinda want that, kinda don't. Need another cum to shift back, though, right?"
"Yeah. Maybe two more at the moment."
She giggled. "Did I make my whiny little bitch
horny??
"
"
Fuck
yes.
Again,
goddammit." There was a pause, then he added, "How long do you think it's gonna take to distribute this?"
"I... think," she said, giving his crown a lick, "that it would be a good idea to drop off your little messages first. Because if I make you cum again, well... I am
not
going to want to leave here for a good long while."
He grumbled, then pushed himself slowly back from the desk, looking down into the footwell where she knelt on a pillow, eyes bright and face... messy. "Probably right. We'd better put some clothes on."
She climbed out, but didn't stand, instead pushing her way between his thighs to, wolf-like, rub her face into his groin, against his cock. "You going to wear those poor pre-stained sweats?"
He blinked down at her, then groaned. "Goddammit. Well, I doubt I'm going to find anything
here
I can wear."
"Oh, you might be surprised at what's been left behind. C'mon," she said, letting up on her torture and climbing to her feet with her face a most wonderful mess of her saliva and his precum, offering him her hand, "Let's find something quick. Sooner done, sooner delivered."
He followed her to the hall closet, where she pulled out a box of assorted clothing for them to root through. Holding up a pair of college-colors basketball shorts, he admitted, "These might work."
"Your dick is going to jut out a mile. And stain it, like..."
"Right away, yeah. Well, nothing to be done about it, I guess -- better than trying to go around in a towel."
She laughed at the image, then teased, "Maybe you should do both. Basketball shorts and a towel. Or wrap your tip up in a washcloth --"
"Oh,
that'll
go over well. I'll look mutated."
"I can see the Lifetime show now: 'The Man With A Five-Inch Cockhead'." He swatted at her; she ducked, laughing. "Okay, okay, fine, no washcloth." She bit her lip as she watched him pull the shorts up, staring at the resulting wonderful, obscene jut.
"Go wipe your face off, fuckbitch, and put some clothes on yourself while I get the flyers, and let's go apologize to the neighbors before the guys get here."
She laughed, and stepped into the bathroom as he stepped back into the bedroom to get the sheets from the printer and pull on one of the t-shirts that had been left behind. He returned, papers in one hand, and watched her pull on a sports bra, panties, and a set of sweats, zipping up the last with a smirk at him. He offered her his hand.
Taking it, she followed him to her front door, lifting her keys from the hook behind it as he unlocked and opened it. He waited while she locked up, then they stepped over to the basement apartment across the way, giving a trio of brisk knocks.
They heard movement, then a pause as the resident peeked through the spy-hole. A moment's delay, then the sounds of unlocking. The door opened to a late-thirties male who headed off an outdoor-inquisitive gold-and-black spotted cat with his foot. "Yeah?"
"Hi," she said as he handed the neighbor one of the sheets. "Sorry to give you a warning this late, but, um..."
The neighbor flicked his gaze across the paper as he took it, reading it at a glance. "Ah." Looking up at him, he added, "You'd be the good friend, then." Giving a wry smile and a look at her, he continued, "Well, thanks for the warning. Can I make a suggestion, cousin?"
Both of them tensed up slightly, their hands squeezing each other's, at his verbal revelation of being a werewolf himself. "Yeah?"
"Stand behind her -- mostly -- for everyone else." A dip of his eyes toward her whiny little bitch's groin gave all the extra guidance necessary.
He looked down, and blushed, seeing his erection not only be flaunted, but that it had already started darkening the athletic shorts. "Thanks, man."
"No problem. Have fun." He started to close the door, though his gaze lingered on her until the panel blocked the view as they headed around to the other side of the bottom floor.
He murmured, "Huh. He's got the hots for you."
"Seriously??"
"Oh yeah. Nice about it, didn't let his gaze linger much, but..."
"Huh. Interesting. He doesn't have a partner, so far as I know."
They dropped off a leaflet at the apartment backing against her own when the occupants didn't answer, then headed upstairs to do the same at the two apartments almost above hers. Circling around, they knocked on more doors, tucking leaflets in underneath doors when the inhabitants didn't answer. Most of them were college students, of course, and the libraries and labs weren't yet closed, so they didn't
really
expect to run into anyone.
The other exception turned out to be the apartment directly above her own, a short, curvy brunette who opened the door as they were about to slide the flyer underneath. "Y-yes?"
"Hi," she said, smiling at the other young woman who half-hid behind her door, handing her the flyer. "I live right underneath you, in six-oh-two?"
"Oh-okay," the co-ed stammered, reading the flyer, then blushing furiously and looking at the two of them -- though her gaze tended to slide towards him. "So, um..."
"Yeah, we, uh, we might get a little... loud."
"Rambunctious," he admitted. "Yips and howling and such."
The young woman blinked a few times, looking at her, then up at him. "I, um... Oh-oh-okay. I, uh, I heard of, of werewolves and, and all that. Didn't, um, didn't think... how, how long?"
