Wereslut:
All characters are 18 years old or older.
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A Brief Prologue:
"Fake ID... check! Short skirt... check!" I said going down my clubbing check list.
"Panties?" Mom asked from the open door.
"Double check!" I said lifting my skirt and flashing her my ass and the dental floss t-bar I was sporting.
"Raging Hormones Red," Mom added. "Be careful... watch your drink... if you leave it..."
"Ditch it." I finished. "I have plenty of money for booze plus I am sporting these." I flashed my brand-new nails. "One little dip into my drink and if they change color someone is in for a nasty surprise, and it won't be me."
"That's my girl." She said her eyes full of worry.
"Don't fret, it isn't like I am going alone. Narya will be there." I said giving her a hug.
"Time to go!" Narya called up from below.
I raced down and joined my older sister. She gave me a once over and declared me smoking hot. There were four of us and the club was hopping. I could feel the music in my bones and eager to dance, flirt, and just have fun. Two drinks into the evening I was feeling loose but in control. I spotted him sitting by himself. I told Narya I was going in. She watched my drink as I did my best sultry walk to get his attention. It worked flawlessly.
"Hey." I said and watched his eyes as he checked me out. "Want to dance?"
"Shouldn't that be my line?" He asked as I took him by the hand and led him out onto the dance floor. "Are you always this bold?" He asked as we danced.
"My sister calls me a force of nature. She's the quiet one." I said as an ear-splitting scream cut the air.
"Who the hell is that?" He asked as we saw my sister taking a shot off a busty brunette's ample tits.
"That's my sister." I said laughing.
"She's the quiet one eh. You must really be something then." He said smiling.
He looked like he wanted to kiss me, and I held my breath for a bit. That's when all hell broke loose. This shrieking girl came out of nowhere. Her fingers were formed into claws and I managed to grab her wrists to keep from being injured. Her eyes were wild as she spat and screamed calling me a thieving bitch and worse. I tried to explain when she bit me. The fucking cunt bit me on the arm! I pulled back my arm and hauled off and slugged her. She staggered back and landed on her ass. Bitch had a glass jaw. The bouncers stepped in and my night of partying was ended.
"SSSSS damn!" Sis said making a face. "We need to get you to a hospital. Human bites can be nasty, tons of bacteria packed in there. Come on. I paid our bill. I'll call mom and she can meet us at the hospital."
"Do we have to?" I asked feeling like shit.
"Do you want to try and explain when you got home not calling her or going to the hospital?" She asked and I knew she was right.
My night ended with having the bite treated as well as a round of antibiotics just to be sure. I came down with a fever despite the meds. Mom hovered around me until the next day. She was good at hovering. A born drone that one. I slept until nearly noon with crazy dreams I could barely remember. I thought it was the end of the matter boy was I wrong.
I was a Teenage Wereslut:
I stared at the television in shock. Suicides don't usually get a lot of media coverage but when a teenage girl leaps off a building and lands on a politician killing them both it gets the 'this just in' treatment. It gets tons of coverage. The only difference is that I knew the girl. We had gotten into a fight at a club and the bitch had bitten me. I had to go to the hospital to be treated for a human bite. I never knew the danger of infection that a bite can inflict. The doctor told me all about the bacteria that we all carry in our mouths. I rubbed the wound on my arm and wondered what could be so bad that she felt it was necessary to end her life.
"Holy shit," my sister Narya exclaimed when she saw the girl's image. "Isn't that the crazy bitch that bit you Nenya?"
"Yeah, it is. She offed herself and landed on that asshole senator." I said as she grabbed my arm and looked at the bite wound.
"Looks okay, I don't see any hint of infection. I guess this is a bad time to ask if I can borrow that sweater-dress of yours."
"The blue one?" I asked, and she nodded. "NO, I haven't even worn it yet. Wear the black one, it shows off that ass of yours."
"You think so? It isn't too big is it?" She asked thrusting her backside in my face.
"I told you for the Nth time, if I was a guy, I'd hit that... twice."
"I love you!" She said hugging me.
I went to my room to make sure she took the black one. She had a bad habit of ignoring what we agreed on and, in this case, taking my brand-new blue sweater-dress. I walked in and there was my older sister bent over and grabbing the black one from the lower drawer. She did have a nice ass. It was full, round, and worth some attention. I liked guys and all, but I did have a weakness for a big ass or big titties on my girlfriends. Being bisexual was a curse. Guys wanted to have a three-way when they learned about that side of me and straight girls got weirded out. I had lost friends over it, so I tended to be cautious about who I told.