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"I dunno about this," Michi murmured, shifting closer to her companion. "There's a reason they usually keep this gate locked after dark. Just because the landscapers forgot this time...""
"Yeah, because the owners don't want kids sneaking in and fucking on their land," Travis replied, tone confident. He adjusted his jacket and slung an arm around her, guiding the dark-furred canine easily between the trees. He had to move carefully; his long ears kept getting blown in the wind and one wrong motion could snag them or his hair on some more stubborn branches. "And we're not fucking, per se," he added, holding the flashlight under his chin and making a spooky grin.
Michi rolled her eyes, shivering and tightening her scarf. "Still, couldn't we have done our ghost-hunting trip in like, spring or something?"
"Uh no, October is the best time for it!" Travis gestured happily to the sky, where a full moon shone down fat and happy on them. "And look at that! We're definitely not getting lost on a clear night like this one; we'll be able to use the stars if we do!"
The pair had been shuffling through the woods for about fifteen minutes and Michi was already starting to get fed up. They hadn't seen anything at all - no wildlife, no sneaking teens, and definitely no paranormal entities. "Maybe we should try again another night?" she suggested, and knelt to pick some burrs from the thick fur around her ankles.
Always loathe to admit when he was wrong, Travis sighed and agreed. His paws were starting to fill with burrs as well, and both his hat and ears were nearly covered in cobwebs and other debris. If there was one thing the mutt hated, it was his ears getting dirty. "I guess we can come back tomo-FUCK!"
From behind them came a loud roar and Travis turned just in time to see something huge, damp and potentially rabid come barreling at him from between two large oaks. Before he could even open his mouth to scream it pounced, knocking him to the ground and the air from his lungs. The scream managed to force its way out, if a bit wheezily, as he gazed up into a pair of burning green eyes.
"FUCK OFF!" Michi snarled and tackled the creature, knocking it into the brush where it scrambled to its feet and ran. "That was close," she panted, stumbling to her feet. "Are you..."
She turned and Travis stared up at her, slumped against a tree trunk, hand pressed to his throat where one of the creature's great caws had half-decapitated him - his jugular was completely severed, and the white of his spine could be seen glistening amidst the blood dripping down his once-clean fur. He reached out with his other hand, eyes filled with terror, and Michi dashed over. She tried to say it wasn't as bad as it looked, that it would be okay, anything... but just as Travis' eyes began to roll back in his head, his body began to convulse. Deep, throaty sounds bubbled up through the gaping wound and between his teeth simultaneously; the wound slowly began to close over, and when Travis looked up at Michi his eyes had turned a deep, venomous shade of green.
"Run."
Without a second thought Michi ran, not daring to look back save for once - when she felt hot breath against the back of her scarf. A long-clawed, partially transformed paw reached out and yanked her off her feet by the scarf, slamming her back against a tree. Travis' face distorted and stretched, snout thickening with sharp cracking sounds of bone against bone. His upper lip curled over fangs twice their original size, drool collecting along his lower lip and sliding to the earth with heavy 'plops'. His arms and paws thickened with muscle, claws leaving bloody pricks on Michi's throat even through the thick scarf.
He used his left paw to keep her pressed against the tree while his right went to work shredding every article of clothing she wore. His body was still shifting, his chest broadening, fur growing even thicker and fluffier than before - it would be cute if it weren't so terrifying, Michi noted. The fur along his stomach trailed down to an unusually large, thick sheath, head already poking out, footpaws thickening and growing sharper claws beneath that.
Were-Travis' long, thick snout began probing her body top to bottom - he'd grown at least a good two feet and was pure muscle at this point - and he dragged his tongue over the overly sensitive null patch between her legs, panting when she groaned in surprise. Clearly what he found wasn't to his liking however, as he growled and turned her, bending her over a nearby fallen tree and mounting her as best he could with no place to enter. He humped furiously, cock growing harder and rubbing delightfully over Michi's null patch in the best way, and she couldn't fight back another loud moan when his teeth sank into her shoulder.
He wrapped his paws around her stomach, using his weight to keep her arms pinned against her back. Blood trickled down from her shoulder to her tail, and he snarled in satisfaction, long thick tongue lapping away at her dark, wet fur. She could tell he was getting frustrated though, his claws were leaving small cuts all over her body and his cock was starting to leave a bruise on her null patch. So, in true werewolf fashion, Were-Travis solved the problem in the best way his feral mind knew - with a quick slash of his claws, he made himself a hole.
Michi screamed as those enormous claws sank into her flesh, tearing away until a properly-sized hole took the place of her null patch, and before she could even draw breath for another scream he was up to the start of his knot in her, fucking furiously as Michi gasped and struggled for the air to scream her pain. She bucked and writhed and somewhere in the process, something happened. Maybe shock, who knows what - regardless of reason though, it started to feel... almost good. Michi let out a cautious moan and Travis snarled in satisfaction, taking the opportunity to work his knot into the not-quite big enough hole. Another scream petered out into breathy moans, which were nearly drowned out by the sound of fur and flesh colliding with itself in the night.
The next morning the two woke in a soaking pile of blood and cloth, Travis with a small scar at the base of his throat, Michi covered in more scars than she could count. Yawning, she stretched and glanced over at him. "I thought you said we wouldn't be fucking last night, hmmm?"
Travis grinned sheepishly, fangs still a tad too long. "Best laid plans?"
"Oh I'd say so, all right." Both yelped and looked up to see a crowd of police officers and passerby joggers grouped around them. One officer knelt in front of them and eyed them suspiciously. "Care to explain these plans, sonny?"
Travis and Michi eyed each other, grinned, and slowly stood, eyes shining green in the sunlight. "Certainly, officer..."