Werewolf lives a dog's life.
Hola peeps. In my stories my characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows?
This time I set the record straight about a yarn that has existed among the inhabitants of a small town near the Gum Swamp Creek Nature Preserve. Longtime residents swear that werewolves live in the densely wooded swamp that spawns the creek.
According to legend, a werewolf had taken a local woman as his mate, and then carried her into the woods with him never to be seen again.
They only got it half right. The fact of the matter is, they didn't go anywhere. The townspeople see the couple often, they just don't know it.
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Carey was sitting on the porch of the country home she'd just inherited from her mother. She'd moved back there to look after her a year ago. During that time her own marriage failed, and she found that the change of scenery was good for her. Her kids were in college and had become quite independent young adults, a fact that pleased her greatly. Her inheritance meant she wouldn't need to work for the foreseeable future, so she figured she may as well stay there a while longer.
She took a sip from a very good cup of coffee to toast the decision she just made. At that moment her serenity was broken by the howl of an animal somewhere in the woods that surrounded her home. She'd heard those howls many a time while growing up there in the backwoods near Gum Swamp Creek. She shook her head and thought of how little things had changed in the years since she moved away.
When the animal howled again, she wondered for an moment if the sound could be coming from one of the werewolves some people swear roam the swamp created by Gum Swamp Creek. She looked in the direction the howling had come from and perhaps for the first time realized the woods were so dark and dense even the light from the full moon failed to seep through. Somehow it had never seemed so dark when she was a kid.
She was grown now, and suddenly it mattered to her that she was five miles away from another person. To make matters worse, the Lapphund that had walked into her yard and taken up residence a few weeks ago wasn't laying on the porch near her as usual. At that moment she made another important decision. "I'm gonna go into the general store in the morning and buy myself a scatter gun," she said to herself before heading inside to shower.
The next morning she headed out for her daily walk through the woods. She'd started the routine when she moved back home, and the walks had worked wonders in helping her clear her head. She looked for paths she'd followed when she was a kid. Her explorations brought back memories of the stray dog she'd found wandering in those same woods one day.
The howling went on every night for the next three days and then it stopped. Coincidentally her dog came home with mud and debris in his fur the next morning. Carey met him on the porch with her hands on her hips. "Where have you been mister?" she asked. "You look a mess, and you smell like sex." That was the first time she noticed the resemblance between that dog she'd befriended years ago and the Lapphund.
Simon looked up at her while hanging his head remorsefully. "C'mon, you need a bath," she said. "I'm not interested in smelling another female on you." She then hosed him down with the garden hose and brushed the sticks out of his fur. When they were done he shook himself and tried to follow her inside the house.
"Simon, where do you think you're going?" asked Carey, as she stopped him at the door. No dogs in the house had been her mother's rule and she thought she should honor it. When she tried to close the door he whimpered as if to plead with her. She looked into his big brown eyes and her heart melted. "OK, you can come in, just this once," she relented. "Go lay in front of the fireplace."
That night Simon slept there. As he lay there he thought about how long he'd wanted to be inside that house with her. He'd been out for a run the day he first encountered her hiking in the woods. Her musky scent had enchanted him. She'd smelled of a combination of her sweaty armpits ass and pussy, along with the pleasant smelling soap she bathed with. He'd been infatuated with her since that day, but he feared that he'd frighten her away if he revealed himself to her. But the world had changed a lot since then.
Back then werewolves were still scary beasts to humans, but now their existence wasn't a secret to the government, and to those with a need to know about them. Still he wasn't sure how Carey would react if he revealed himself to her. So he decided to continue to court her in his wolf for the time being.
The next morning he was already awake when she walked out of her bedroom on her way to the kitchen to turn her coffeemaker on. She was wearing a tank top and the really tiny bottoms she'd slept in. "Good morning Simon," she said.
He stood up and barked in response. He was confused when Carey looked at him and laughed. When she saw the confused look in his eyes she said, "You have morning wood. Do you need to go outside and pee?"
"Oh crap," said Simon as he headed towards the door. While it was true that he had morning wood, he also had an erection from looking at Carey spilling out of her sleeping clothes. He came back inside a few minutes later and watched her drink her coffee and eat a couple slices of toast. He was disappointed that she closed her bedroom door when she went in to get dressed.
A few minutes later she emerged from her room wearing another tank top, a sports bra and yoga pants. They then went for a long walk in the woods. She giggled happily every time Simon chased a rabbit. "Your big ole self has no chance of catching that speed-meat," she teased him.
That evening Simon attempted to come inside the house again. "What did I tell you yesterday mister? asked Carey as she blocked the door. "No dogs in the house."
When Simon whimpered she relented again, but with a condition. "We're not going to fight about this every day. I'll make you a deal, you can only come in after I hose you down."
They soon fell into a routine of a walk in the woods every morning and watching tv at night, before Carey took a cup of coffee while sitting on the porch.
Their morning walks began to include horseplay. Simon discreetly used their tussling matches as opportunities to mount her and hunch on her, but he was always careful to control his erections.
As the nights passed by Simon moved from laying in front of the fireplace, to laying at her feet, to laying on the couch beside her while they watched TV. When she noticed he was paying attention to the shows they were watching she said, "If I didn't know better I'd swear you know what the actors are talking about."
Simon raised an eyebrow at her.
Their friendship remained innocent and playful until the morning she grabbed his sheath. He been jumping on her and gently wrestling her to her knees as usual when she made a provocative move. She'd been feeling his hard cock inside his sheath pressing against her butt when they wrestled. It had aroused her so much she grasped his sheath as he was hunching, and held on to it until she'd pulled free of his grasp. She then laughed and said, "Behave yourself mister."
The look in his eyes when she squeezed his cock that morning made her even more turned on, but she played it off. "Don't look at me like that," she demanded. Then she turned and took off running, but unbeknownst to her Simon could smell her arousal.
That evening while they were watching their favorite TV shows Carey's hand found itself wrapped around Simon's sheath again, and this time she massaged the hard shaft inside of it. Simon laid still and maintained his focus as she cupped his big nuts and then gently fondled them. When a whimper of pleasure escaped from him, Carey said, "Are you ok buddy? Am I doing it right. Does it feel as good to you as it does for guys?"
"Ummm humm," grunted Simon before he realized what he'd done.
Carey quickly moved her hand from his boys and said, "Did you just answer me?" She suddenly felt guilty about what she was doing. Up till that moment teasing him had felt naughty, but she'd reasoned that no one knew beside her. But if Simon could understand what was going on, and feel pleasure from her playing with his manhood it suddenly felt wrong.
Carey felt so bad over what she'd done, she took her shower and went straight to bed without having her nightly cup of coffee.
