Home is Were the Heart is!


  *Obligatory warnin' of content:  This story contains
 graphic situations of nonconsentual sexual relations 
between same gender 'mythic' creatures and blah blah 
blah... should ya find any'a this offensive then stop
 readin' it ya moron! ;)*


  I scowled as the rain pelted my pelt, yet another inconvenience
 to add to my frustrations as I raced through the woods in the 
middle of perhaps the worst thunderstorm of the newly arrived
 spring. The cold, driving rain freezing my bones to the marrow
 despite my full coat of glossy black fur, further embossing it's
 sheen to the cameo flashes of lightning that flew by overhead.

  A rapid, slight headjerk to it's acknowledgement, noting that
 the worst of the storm was directly overhead now...

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

  I mentally berated myself on the series of miscalculations that'd
 led me to my current state of being out here in the wilderness. 
 Damn it all to hell WHY did I think he'd be understanding? Humans!
 I snarled through clentched yet chattering teeth as I barreled near-
blindly on through the thick undergrowth. Oh sure they tell you 
they're open-minded and that they're willing to accept anything 
but when truely faced with something that may shatter reality as 
they know it they never fail to revert back to their baser instincts
 of fear and destruction of that which is different.

  I had tried to tell myself that all that had changed... That 
there were indeed some good people out there... and perhaps 
there were... But Fate had conspired against me to test my new
 resolve when in the bout of my latest seige of loneliness 
I'd conspired to end my solitude by trying to find perhaps 
that certain someone with whom I could share my life and 
passions with.

  And so, like many other lonely souls I got on the internet 
and cruised the various chatrooms and e-groups, patiently hunting 
for that someone who had promised that he was everything I'd 
been looking for in a mate. That special someone who could truely 
love me freely for who and what I was and not have any hang-ups 
about it when I'd shown myself to them.

  Heavy raindrops given unearthly speed and agility by the wind 
seemed to home in on my eyes and eyes alone as I ran on, blinding 
me even more to the pain and rage I felt ready to explode once 
more inside me. Branches and other obstacles I would normally 
have evaded with ease, bashing against various parts of me in 
mocking revenge of my bold invasion of their space. Each blow 
a reflection of the ones that'd struck my heart by the many
 situations on my past that'd burdened my soul and hardened 
my heart more and more until my latest encounter was one of 
equal desperation than pure longing. I howled my pain and rage
 as I stopped a moment and the aches from natures' blows 
registered then ran on... My journey of the lost soul taking 
me on a gradually upward slope...

  His name was Morise and he'd claimed a love for animals that
 had supposedly surpassed even my own... or so he'd claimed. And 
who knows? Perhaps his did indeed love animals but certainly not to
 the point I had assumed. After several months of chatting with him
 and supposedly getting to know one another we'd finally agreed to 
meet since he said he'd be in town for a bit. He was a big, 
burly trucker, his occupation usually had him on the road and that
 I knew that because of his job he wasn't the type to settle down 
just yet, he'd loved travelling too much. But I was understanding 
and had consented myself long ago that I would never 
impose restrictions on anyone else's freedoms since I valued my 
own so highly.

  I was even so understanding to admit to myself that perhaps I 
could never be everything that any man could ask for in a 
mate, thinking that their range of tastes and preferences were at
 least as diversified as my own. And as such I do not restrict 
my partners to be solely dependent on me for their satisfaction. 
 I know that love is as wild and free a thing as I was! Equally 
ready to break free all the more if it felt confined and caged. 
 And Morise had claimed that he was very simular in that mentality 
as well. Especially since his job would have him going all across 
the country for any given length of time. And that  there simply 
was no way the roaving eye of a male would be haltered when given
 the view of an item of attraction... especially when what he knew 
was waiting for him was so far away and only intensifying his needs.

  Morise arrived earlier that evening. His huge truck pulling up 
around the rear of the parking lots nearly surrounding the 
apartment building in which I lived. It was a nice place, ensconched 
on a hillside surrounded by a large exspance of woods on almost 
three sides of it with a winding road that ran further up the hill 
and joined to a larger street that saw regular traffic... and 
off across from that street was perhaps the second largest park in
the state and so I had plenty of ground to roam freely without 
raising much if any suspicion. The perfect home for the single
Werewolf!

  I answered the doorbell after it's second ringing, the huge 
male standing in the hall looking a tad worrisome that perhaps 
he'd gotten the wrong door by mistake. "Morise! C'mon in!" I 
instantly eased his worried mind with my greeting and urged 
him on inside. "Make yerself at ho-oOMPH!*" That was as far as
 my next words got as he stepped through the door and deftly
 wrapped an arm around me and buried his tongue roughly down 
my throat before the door was even completely closed!

  Instant boner!

  One of the things I adore in a male is one who knows what he wants
 an goes right for it! This guy was definately hungry for some
 hot loving and wasn't about to waste his time, my time or 
anyone elses! He loomed over my slight six foot body by nearly 
another foot and was easily twice my size in girth all around! 
 He must've gave a quick, cursory glance about because all I 
could think about was that thick tongue boring all across the 
innards of my mouth while his arm held me and he gradually 
walked me backward then I felt myself being lowered onto the 
couch and vaguely hearing the door click closed finally as 
it automatically swung shut (thank the gods for someone's 
forsight in door technology!)

 Next thing I knew I was 'wuffing' as his weight settled on me and 
the burly trucker was grinding away while he kept kissing me and 
there was definately no mistaking the arousal he was in as I noted 
the hard thickness of a massive bulge bound in his bluejeans 
that ground almost painfully against my own rock-hard, imprisoned
 cock!

  I lustily hauled up handfuls of his plaid shirt, pulling both it 
and his light t-shirt up and out of the way to go directly for the 
true treasure I saught and I most likely shot a jet of precum 
right then and there in my undies when my hands encountered what I 
was hunting for. Now I know some guys like their men all clean-shaven
and I've had a few myself so I appreciate that sometimes as well, 
but when a guy lets his body hair grow freely and has a thick pelt 
of it all over it's about all I can do not to shift into Wereform 
right then and there! My fingernails dug into his thick coat of 
back hair and I pulled him even tighter against me even as I gasped
 at the slight discomfort of it all around the tongue still lodged 
down my throat.

  He growled somehow and send tremors through me then broke the 
kiss then got up and gave me such a look that made his next 
commanding words ones that compelled me into instant obediance. 
 "You. STAY!... Gonna get m'self outta these damed clothes then
 rip yers off an give ya some brutal bear-lovin'!" I could only 
whimper and give the slightest of nods to show that his command 
would be obeyed before he got up, never taking his steely gaze 
from my eyes as he proceeded to take his shirts off, both at once
 in one deft move! Hauling both over his head and mussing his 
thick mane of curly dark hair into a wild storm of manliness.
 His coarse, black beard spread thick and full and hid his neck 
and lay impressively over the topmost roundness of his huge, 
hairy pectorals. His bi and tricepts bulging around the taut fabric
 of his shirts before he pulled first one arm free then swung away
 the still-clothed arm to fling the shirts aside and reveal his 
massive girth of a belly that was still slightly segmented to 
emphasize that this was an abdomen of more muscle than fat and I 
don't know how my mouth could so suddenly go dry and yet produce 
such amounts of saliva that I had to swallow a couple times to 
keep from drooling (which was further an impressive feat tryin' 
ta swallow around the lump formin' in m'throat!).

 WOOF!


  He grinned predatorily at my singular comment and knew beyound 
a shadow of a doubt that his 'prey' was helpless before him... 
and he hadn't even taken off his pants yet! But that immense, 
straining bulge going down his left pantsleg gave me some clue as 
to what lay in store for me and only his continued, steely gaze 
and commanding presense kept me pinned to the couch and unable 
to complete the most intense urge to rise up and bury my face in 
his crotch and just mash that wonderful sight all over my lust-
crazed facial features!

DAMN!

  I swore at my accursed 'gift' and it's lousy timing. Here I'd 
finally seemed to've found the male that drove me to the point of 
frenzied lust I'd always hoped and dreamed he would only to have 
it bring forth this side of me that I've had to hide my entire 
life! I knew it right from the moment that I opened my own eyes 
and saw 'that look' on his face... That look of sheer, 
disbelieving terror that I HAD to get away from him at an 
all-out urgency or my feral nature would react and judge him a 
threat to my continued existence and try to remove that threat 
the only way it knew how! And I was NOT about to become a 
murderer after having been so careful in my concealment THIS
 long in my life!... No! For his safety as well as both our 
protection I would have to flee... He would never go out into
 the woods this late at night during one of the worst 
thunderstorms. Only a fool would do that... a fool or
 a Werewolf!...

[to be continued...]