He was just another Generation X-er. He lived in a big city in the United States. He inherited his mother's wavy brown hair and his father's brown eyes. He was close to six feet tall and slim yet muscular.
He worked as a computer technician "tekkie" at a well-known insurance company and his small apartment was lonely many nights as he worked a lot.
He was just your normal, average guy. Brandon Thompson was just your normal average guy.
Except for once a month when the moon was full he transformed into the mystical and magical werewolf.
Brandon was not your common variety of werewolf either. He neither lusted nor cared for blood, mayhem or disaster. He yearned and craved beyond all comprehension – the smell of a woman's pussy.
He was not always conscious as Brandon when he turned into the werewolf, but he knew one full moon a few months back he had tasted and raped 7 women in one night.
He was constantly having to move from city to city to hide himself but with his computer skills, jobs were never hard to find.
Though none had ever seen it, Brandon's transformation was frightening to behold. Once the full moon began, Brandon changed rapidly. His eyebrows became bushy and the ridge above his eyes hard and pronounced. His fingernails grew longer and became more like claws. His mouth was dry and he always awoke thirsty and needed at least 16 ounces to quench it. His ears became long and narrow like a fox's and against his head. Brandon's skin became rough and scratchy and he became hairy all over. His body's girth increased in size as he became bigger and his cock became engorged in blood as he searched and prowled the streets to have sex.
He usually almost tore the women apart with his huge girth, his nails and his teeth, which tore into the women's neck. Some women were lucky only being raped. Others had died. He felt remorse and guilt but was unable to control it.
He assumed his family heritage was behind his nightmare, but he would rather die than live his life in a laboratory's cage being experimented on.
Brandon had already seen his next victim. As the full moon drew closer he could smell her little cunt as she bathed, showered and dressed. Her little pussy hairs called to him at night and when she fingered herself the night before he had howled and moaned in frustration. She was calling to him.
Lydia was his neighbor down the hall. A curvy thing with high breasts and wide hips -she was beautiful. She had long black hair and chocolate colored eyes. She ignored him and kept to herself except when her Asian boyfriend visited her every so often.
She couldn't have been more than 25 years old and Brandon at 29 could have cared less. If she had waltzed into his apartment naked and beckoning to him, she couldn't have said it louder. When her Asian boyfriend banged her the weekend before, Brandon had felt the white cum fall down her legs and had breathed in her scent across the hall and in his room. He had sniffed the air like a dog after his bitch in heat and he had wanted her then, but knew it was impossible. But as the full moon appeared – it was time.
He changed rapidly and his back, arms and thighs exploded. He stuffed his head in his bedroom pillow and screamed. The pain was always unbearable. He always knew what to expect and could never begin to prepare. His hair bristled all over him as his fangs showed through his lips. His ears flew up, pointy and then back and his claws came sticking out. He knew he looked like a monster. He knew he was a nightmare in human form. Lastly, his cock enlarged and grew thick with his blood and urged him on.
The creature might have been able to control himself had it not been for the blood pounding into his cock. It surged him forward and he was unable to stop until he climaxed again and again inside unsuspecting and unwary women.
He knew where he wanted to go. The girl. The one Brandon would never approach or even speak to. Idiot. The creature had thought and reason from Brandon, though he hated Brandon. Brandon had the whole month to spoil and rot and "he" only had the one night to enjoy.
He knew where she kept the key under her mat and opened and closed the door. He walked into her apartment clumsily and ill-balanced. He always preferred the outdoors. He loved to rip the women's cunts open in the park or in dark alleys. Loved to force them against his large, hairy body and sink his blood pounding cock into their tight pussies. He wanted to howl at the thought but stopped himself. Just before he entered the room of the girl's he took his cock in his large hands and pissed in the corner.
He was a dog in human form and marked his territory carefully. The piss dribbled onto the door of her room and into the corner. He sighed happily at his marking and walked fully into the room.
She lay on her back. She wore a t-shirt and panties. Her young breasts pointed proudly to the ceiling and her panties barely covered her pussy mound.
He walked to her – his legs muscled and strong. He loved this part. It thrilled him beyond compare. The moment when they screamed and struggled and he knew – knew – it was futile. He had never had one get away. And he never would. His claws gripped together as his nails dug in. His long tongue licked his lips and his fangs were barred back.
Tasty, tasty, morsel, he thought. Tasty.
The girl shifted in her sleep and he leaped upon her form with no words and no preamble.
Lydia was jerked awake and tried to scream as his claw came down upon her mouth.
