The little Wulf : Wolf Moon
By Leigh_216
The legend of the werewolf has long been a topic of fascination in literature, film, and popular culture. But have you ever wondered what it would be like to actually become a werewolf? What if in the process of becoming a werewolf, you changed genders? This story takes us on a journey through the eyes of a twenty seven year old man who asked to be transformed into a female werewolf. His once normal life suddenly changes, as she tries to come to terms with this new identity and the challenges that come with it. From the struggles of becoming a woman to the internal turmoil of embracing his animalistic side, this story paints a picture of the daily life of the werewolf curse. So, sit back, grab a cup of tea, and let yourself be transported into the fascinating and frightening world of lycanthropy. This work is of sexy, hot, sensuous, "monster" fantasy erotic fiction. This and all of my stories are based on my personal desires, or experiences.
6 DAYS BEFORE THE FULL MOON
Sterilizing egg trays and sweeping out incubators was not the line of work I expected to be doing when I volunteered to become a werewolf, but whatever pays the bills and keeps a roof over my head. That roof is in an apartment owned by the pack's Farmers CO-OP, but in Ohio during the winter, the work is less than twenty hours a week. That's good if it's paying my rent and utilities but I can't buy much more than food with the paychecks.
When my roommate Binna heard that Jerry, the pack's second, was opening a sports bar on the southeast corner of Bowling Green, we applied and were accepted. Matter of fact John, the pack leader, said we did so well the pack would pay for our first four uniforms if we could start tonight during the grand opening.
Binna and I are the same age but she was born a werefox where I was raised six months ago as a werewolf, her family is designated as a friend of the pack status allowed her to volunteer to mentor me during my first year until I get my feet under me.
Leaving our work at the hatchery, I stopped in the parking lot, inhaled a head full of winter air, and opened my thoughts to the scents. Through smell, I could see full landscape of sights invisible to humans. Everything to the north of me was farmland and in my mind, my sense of smell was painting uneven fields with half-frozen creeks and I could sense deer grazing in the cornfield stubble. I could detect muskrats playing near the water and raccoons running around the base of a tree near the Wheatfield's windbreak.
Binna tugging at my elbow brought me back to the here and now. She gave me a knowing smile but I wondered if a were-fox experienced the same euphoria.
"You do that every time you step outside." Binna teased.
"Everything about my new life brings enjoyment to me." I answered.
We borrowed the hatchery's pick-up truck tonight and drove home to change for our shift at the restaurant. Binna and I shared a two-bedroom apartment over a downtown coffee shop. Where we showered and changed into our new uniforms.
I took one last deep inhale of the wintery air and climbed into the driver's side of my borrowed pick-up truck and my nose was assaulted by scents that I've dubbed "the odor of human stank."
Human stank is a combination of cigarette smoke, chewing tobacco, and stale beer. The very essence of every farm raised male between here and the county line. I fastened my seat belt and quickly flipped the shoulder strap over my back, as I hate the way it pinches my boobs while driving.
Driving in an Ohio snowstorm in the country is a constant game of where's my lane and hard enough time without Binna's constant yammer trying to convince me to be her wingman tomorrow.
Binna has been dating a human who owns a restaurant with his twin brother in the strip of shops right across the street from the university and just north of the restaurant we'll be working in. The "boys'" as she refers to them will be stopping in tonight to see us. Binna educated me on the unwritten rule of womanhood of the requirement of the best friend dating a twin male is required to set the other twin up with her so they can go on double dates. I don't understand her logic but Binna is my best friend so I'll be there to support her even though I have a boyfriend. I mean what it will hurt to hang out with the three of them one evening.
Now that we turned west on the highway I had to squint to see the road as we headed directly into the snow.
To my right was a typical Ohio twelve foot deep ditch that was about forty-feet wide and to my left was open snow covered field.
"I knew you were my best friend!" Binna said with a PokΓ©mon like squeal.
"Look no promises this isn't the best time of the month for me to making new friends or influencing people." I said without taking my eyes off the road.
"Oh right, less than a week until the full moon, which explains a lot." Binna said.
"That explains what exactly." I demanded.
"Oh please, one minute you are as soft and cuddly like a kitten then you're on the very edge of a massive bloodlust campaign then you're all of a sudden, you are horny as hell." Binna said.
"Maybe you should go for a run before we meet the guys tonight; you seem more in the mood after a run." Binna said after a long silence.
"I'm more in the mood?" I asked.
"You are positively flirty and cute like a bunny after a run." Binna teased.
I rolled my eyes and focused on the snowplow in my rearview mirror that seemed like it was gaining on us. Just then, I could make out the flashing green and yellow lights of another snowplow in the oncoming lane, I slowed down because plows throw out enough snow to temporarily snow-blind drivers.
This is why I hate driving in the snow but we are only six miles from town. I'm on the edge of freaking out and Binna continues her boy chatter while surfing who knows what on her cell when we were rear-ended by the snowplow behind us and the front left corner of my truck was hit by the oncoming plow putting the truck into a flat spin. I tried to correct for the spinout but the centrifugal force of the spinning trunk pinned my upper body that was free of the shoulder strap to the bench seat of the truck.
In an instance, everything inside the cab of the spinning truck was airborne; I clenched my eyes shut ready for the worse. The noise was unbearable and items lost under the seat of the vehicle for years were suddenly a missile hazard. I laid there for a moment unwilling to open my eyes listening to the sound of running water.
"Leigh are you ok?" Binna asked.
I opened my eyes as the underside of the dash came into view I distinctly heard the flow of water from a creek. I slowly sat up and checked myself and then I looked at Binna. There was a fine dust in the air and everything that was not nailed down was now everywhere you looked; cassette tapes, fast food wrappers, pop cans, you name it. We were unharmed but the truck was listing towards the drives side and now you could hear and feel the flow of water outside of the truck cab.
The water was leaking through the cracked windshield covered with mud, snow, and dead cattails. We unfastened our seatbelts and Binna tried to push open her door that was now facing skyward and towards the road surface but it was jammed shut.
I spun on my butt and started kicking the rear window, Binna mimicked my kicks, and soon enough we were out and standing in the bed of the truck. Steam rose from the trucks engine compartment and I could hear the bubbling of the exhaust, who would have thought the engine was still running after everything the truck went through.
As I stood looking around, I saw it was going to be a leap to get out of the ditch. Binna had retrieved both of our purses from the cab and tossed them towards the field, and we were ready to jump when a poof and thump noise laded near my shoulder into the sheet metal of the truck. It was a yellow and blue-feathered tranquilizer dart.
"CHANGE NOW!" I screamed to Binna.
I pointed my toes and jumped for the lip of the ditch. My wolf claws dug in into the frozen ground as I pulled myself up and onto the flat snow covered field. I shook, freeing my fur of the little tuffs of human clothing left from my transformation. Binna's red fur looked splendent against the white snowstorm.
Binna and I ran as fast as we could, our paws pounding against the snow-covered ground. The wind whipped our fur around our faces, and the cold bit into our skin. However, we didn't dare slow down for fear our pursuers were gaining on us.
Due to the storm, I couldn't hear them behind us, or any heavy footsteps crunching through the snow. To be safe I assumed they shifted into an animal form and were getting closer. I knew we couldn't outrun them forever. We had to find a place to hide.
I glanced over at Binna. She was running just as hard as I was, her eyes fixed on the tree line in the distance. I knew she was thinking the same thing as I was. We had to make it to the trees.