Author's note: I am trying to write in several different categories. This is my first attempt in Nonhuman - shapeshifters, specifically werewolves. The story arc has a variety of sex involved including light B&D, Bisexual (both) and Group. This chapter might be considered Background and Strange. As always, comments and especially voting let me know how well I'm doing, so please feel encouraged on both counts. There are six chapters to this story arc and all will be submitted soon.
The Hunters and the Hunted - Chapter 1
What better hunting than a Charity for Save the Wolves?
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They sat at the end of the bar in the dimly lit, smoke filled Club listening to rehashed vintage Rock and Roll and watching the crowd of self-indulgent Beautiful People drinking, dancing and snorting for Charity.
Viktor and his sister Trudy, two werewolves on the prowl.
It was two days until the Full and although not forced to shapeshift by the influence of the Moon, they keenly felt its effects on their bloodlust and their libido. The bloodlust was easy to handle. A brief sortie into the National Forest in their lupine forms and they could hunt, kill and eat enough to sate it. The libido was a bigger problem.
They'd gotten bored fucking each other a long time ago... or at least, alone. Spicing it up with a couple of human partners made it a hell of a lot more fun and a lot less painful - for them, anyway. Most of the time they'd hunt alone, bringing their victims - also known as prospective partners - discretely back to their home, taking advantage of their separate bedrooms on the opposite sides of the manse. But sometimes, like tonight, they'd hunt together.
Some local group loosely affiliated with the WWF's
Save The Wolves
campaign had decided that a Charity Ball would be a great way to raise funds. Although this was more like a Charity Rave. Viktor estimated that five percent of the attendees, at most, were
not
stoned on Ecstasy or something similar. That was great for seduction. Not so good for the digestion.
Tonight, though, neither he nor Trudy intended to ingest their prey. All they wanted to do was get laid. Frequently and repeatedly, until they reached that temporary lull in their carnal desires, until moonrise tomorrow night.
How ironic,
Viktor thought as the band kicked into its up-tempo rendition of the Kinks' "All Day And All Of The Night".
That's about what it will take... all day and all night...
He looked over at Trudy as she scanned the crowd undulating before her.
Talk about opposite ends of the spectrum,
she thought as she looked for a potential mark.
Most of the single males are losers, which figures or they wouldn't be single. And of course, the four interesting ones turn out to be gay... which might work out for Viktor, though I think he's into scoring a bitch tonight.
She took a sip of her drink.
Whatever is a poor, horny she-were to do? The bitches?
Actually...
she mentally added as a newcomer caught her attention. Tall, with short, dark hair, neat goatee, poet's shirt open almost to the waist, sprayed on black pants and quite a bulge.
Maybe he's a go...
In her head, she ticked him off the eligible list when he walked up to a stunning young woman in short platinum hair, a sprayed on gold lamΓ© halter and slinky black skirt combo, and gave her a kiss.
"Damn," she heard her brother sigh next to her. She turned to look at him.
"You had your eye on her?" she asked.
"Yeah," he admitted. "She was solo, sitting with her girlfriends and their guys. Nothing special about them, but I was getting the scent off of her. Now Studly shows up."
"But if you watch..." he went on after a pause, "they're not a couple. Friends, yes, and probably balling buddies. But they don't have the aura of a mated pair."
"Want to try for the two-fer?" Trudy asked, now reappraising them as a couple.
"Could be worth it," Viktor agreed. "Want to try the dance ploy and let some pheromones slip?"
"How about we approach them as a couple and ask each to dance, treating them as a couple? Try and keep any territorial shit to a minimum. Maybe a little pheromones, some close-encounter dancing, a trip to the parking lot and see which way the night goes," Trudy suggested.
"Okay, let's go for it," Viktor agreed, standing up. "Hey, barkeep!" he called to the man, laying a $100 bill on the bar. "These seats are ocupado, si?"
"Yes, sir, not a problem," the bartender told him as he and Trudy moved off into the crowd, threading their way over to the table where the target couple were seated.
"Hi!" Trudy greeted the table, exuding some of her lupine
Charm
. "I hope we're not intruding."
"No," one of the untargeted rams returned her greeting, rising a bit from his chair. "You're not."
Uninteresting human males,
Trudy corrected her thoughts.
Not rams. And the bitches aren't ewes.
"We were hoping to catch you guys during the break. Viktor and I love to dance, and we'd noticed you..." she turned her head to the platinum blonde, "sort of sitting here alone and wanted to ask, but then TD'n'H here showed up and we thought we'd blown our chance."
"Unless you're into dancing, too..." she added as she slid her attention to the newcomer.
"Oh, I'm sorry, where are my manners?" she hurried on. "I'm Trudy and this is my brother Viktor. We don't come here often, but heard about the benefit and thought it would be a great way to spend an evening."
Throughout this, Viktor was standing quietly to the side.
"TD'n'H?" the blonde asked and Viktor leaned in to answer, letting a little lupine
Charm
slip as well.
"Tall, Dark and Handsome," he gently explained to her. "Your friend here, the newcomer to the table, is rather handsome."
"Angelo," the guy referred to as TD'n'H told Viktor as he stood, holding out his hand, "The name's Angelo. And this is Skye." He was referring to the platinum blonde. Viktor took his hand.
"Pleased to meet you," Trudy smiled at Skye, extending her hand which the blonde took. "Such an interesting name."
"It's short for Skyler," Skye explained, shaking Trudy's hand. "Actually, my parents wanted to name me Rainbow Sky - they're dyed in the wool hippies. Thank God my grandmother's common sense prevailed, at least a little. And the rest of the table are George and Mary, Henry and Linda and Steve and Kathy."
"Great to meet you, too," Trudy told them with a nod. She wasn't about to stretch over the table to shake hands with all of them. They nodded back with various forms of muttered obsequiousness.
"Skye, would it bother you terribly much if I asked Angelo to dance?" Trudy asked.
Skye looked a little surprised for a moment, then told her, "no, not at all...", then added "he's on his own tonight," with a wink. Trudy beamed a smile straight at Skye's groin and turned to Angelo.
"Angelo, would you do me the honor of a turn about the floor?" she asked, pushing pheromones and lupine charm along with it.
Angelo hesitated a moment, then flashed a brilliant white smile. "Sure, I'd love to," he answered. "As long as it's okay with Viktor..."
"She is, as Skye brilliantly summarized," Viktor assured him, "on her own tonight. Enjoy."
"Thanks," Angelo nodded to him, then eased himself out, away from the table, to stand next to Trudy, who barely gave him time to stop before hooking her arm in his and essentially forcing him to escort her formally to the dance floor.
Oooh, I love how he feels already,