Shifters, Beasts, and Monsters

by Aya Fukunishi, Linda Barlow, Elixa Everett, Virginia Wade, Savannah Reardon, Skye Eagleday, Giselle Renarde, Jessi Bond, Natalie Deschain, Audrey Grace, Francis Ashe, J. E.

  “I can’t make you feel that way anymore. It’s not for us.”

  I felt my eyes sting. I could still cry, at least, and when I saw myself in the mirror and realized how sexy my pout was, I sobbed even harder and plunged my face into my hands. “I don’t want to look at myself.”

  “Trust me, you look wonderful.”

  “I’m not me anymore!”

  “Yes, you are,” he said, and ran his fingers through my hair.

  I kissed him. It was like kissing a statue. I felt nothing, and cried into his shoulder.

  “I’m still cold,” I said, eventually.

  “You need to feed, and tonight. We need to find someone for you to have sex with. Preferably multiple people.”

  I pulled away from him and scrubbed at my eyes. “I don’t exactly have a full social calendar. You’re the fist boyfriend,” I winced at the word, and so did he, “I’ve had since college.”

  “You don’t really get this, do you? You could roll through a garbage dump, and you’d still turn every man’s head on the street. Most women, too. Walk into any club and they’ll be lining up for their turn.”

  I thought about that for a second, and sniffed. “Are you going to leave me?”

  “No,” he said.

  “Promise?”

  “Promise.”

  I rocked gently, but the cold was starting to come back already. I looked at him and realized that whatever he did hurt him, too, from the way his perfect cheeks hollowed and he shivered at a nonexistent breeze. I started to stand up and he helped me, lifting me to my feet.

  “I don’t have anything sexy to wear.”

  “Try a t-shirt and jeans. Skip the panties.”

  I did as he said, pulling on a pair of jeans. They melded themselves to my curves, and though I could have sworn I bought mom jeans, they fit me like hip huggers. When I pulled my t-shirt on it plastered itself to my body. My breasts heaved and my nipples stretched at the fabric, and no matter how I pulled, the shirt refused to cover my stomach. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I somehow managed to have a camel toe in denim. I looked like I was wearing tights.

  “Okay,” I said, “I’m not going to freak out. What about my eyes?”

  Max looked at my chest. He cupped my breast, and without his skin actually touching me, just feeling his fingers through the fabric, it felt almost like it used to. I desperately wanted him to hold me, but I was afraid.

  “I don’t think anyone will notice them. Come on.”

  Chapter Four

  I never go clubbing.

  Nor did I expect that if I ever did, I would walk right to the front of the line, and see a bouncer lift the velvet rope so I could pass. Max dressed in skintight slacks as dark as night and an open silk shirt. I wore a black top and jeans, and no matter what I did they molded themselves to my body like a second skin, like the fabric was alive. I’d never felt so hot in my life. I felt like sex on legs, and I felt hungry. There was a deep cold hollow void in my middle, and as the booming baseline in the club rumbled up through my legs the need only intensified. The music was in me, sliding up my spine, and I started to sway with it on pure instinct. My fingers flexed, and it felt like I had claws. I licked my lips as I looked through the crowd, feeling my throat tingle with hot thirst.

  Max touched my hand. His skin was ice, the merest touch painful. The flash of feeling from him made my heart clench in my chest, and for a moment I forgot the flashing lights and pulsing rhythm and the practiced sway of the disk jockey on the stage, and was reminded of that severed connection. He gave me a long look and faded into the crowd, disappearing from my sight. The need came rushing back, like my veins were freezing, the ice spreading up my legs. My eyes locked on a pair of baby blues, staring at me through the crowd. Half of them were staring at me- almost all the men and some of the girls, some so distracted they forgot their dance steps and stumbled. I looked into his eyes and stalked towards him, feeling predatory, my hips gyrating back and forth in an exaggerated sway.

  Tall, well muscled, and shirtless. Light blond, and those baby blues. He looked good enough to eat.

  It started as soon as I touched him. I ghosted both hands across his chest, and felt him shudder. Passing my skin over his was like that fuzzy, almost-touching feeling of static electricity building up, and a shock of heat went up my arms, and I pushed closer to him. It wasn’t a dance move, it was just grinding. I pushed harder on his chest, challenging him to swing his hips towards me as I lifted one leg up over his hip. He responded instantly, hands sliding around my back, up under the hem of my top, on my bare skin.

  “You’re really pale,” he stammered.

  I felt him stiffen in his pants. The old me was still buried deep down inside, equally horrified and shocked by what I was becoming. I was going to fuck him, but I wanted to have some fun first. I drew closer and let him kiss me. When his tongue invaded my mouth something came over him, some instinct, and I knew how Max must have felt when he took me and my body pushed me to crave his touch. My dancing partner bent me over, holding me by both arms, and kissed me like we were alone on the floor. The pounding bass threaded into the background while the sound of his rapidly beating heart filled me with a rush, like it was my own. I tugged on the empty belt loops of his jeans.

  “Take me somewhere and fuck me right now,” I demanded, rising on my tip-toes to bark the command into his ear.

  He looked almost drunk as he dragged me through the crowd by the hips. He looked indecisively from the men’s’ room to the ladies’ and back and finally pushed into the men’s. Some guy taking a piss squeaked when he saw us, and was already rushing out by the time I pulled my prey into stall. When the door closed I pushed him up against it, trapping it shut behind him, then I dropped to my knees and almost tore open his pants, yanking the fly open as I pulled them down over his hips. His cock, already rock hard, sprung out and I dove on it, taking the head in my mouth with a hungry moan. His cock was so hot and so hard, but more than that, energy flowed out of him, running down my throat like gulping hot soup on a cold winter’s day. I sucked him hungrily, hollowing my cheeks before I pushed forward and forced his thick manhood down my throat.

  My dancing partner looked down at me with utter, ecstatic shock on his face as I took his cock in my throat to the root, until I could slide my tongue along the underside and tickle the cleft between his hard balls before I drew back, a thick coating of spit coating his shaft. I went back to sucking, thrilled at my little trick. I wondered what else I could do as he curled his fingers in my thick hair and pushed his cock deeper again. I relaxed and moaned, egging him on as he started fucking my throat, and with ever pulse of his dick on my tongue I felt his life ebb a little, flowing into me. I finally wriggled free of him, and surged to my feet. He grabbed me and spun me around, shoving one hand up under my shirt to roughly grope my breast as he yanked my pants down over the curve of my ass. I had nothing on underneath.

  He entered me roughly, bareback, without even thinking, and bent over me as he started grunting and thrusting like an animal. His erection drove up inside me, heat pulsing from his body into mine. Something came over me that I could barely process, as an animal hunger pushed me to shove back, grinding my ass against him as I shoved him back into the door, meeting his thrusts with wild bucks and thrashing twists of my body. It felt more like I was the one fucking him, and I loved it. My peak came quickly and sharply, in hot waves. I felt like I was falling.

  I was falling. I’d pushed him right through the door, pushing it off its rickety hinges, and up against the wall. I jerked free of his hands and let his cock slide out of me, and stood up and pulled up my jeans in a single motion. I could feel the heat from his seed inside me, spreading through my belly. He slid down the wall with a silly grin on his blank face, staring at nothing. I stepped over his legs, wriggled my rump at him, and pushed back out onto he dance floor.

  Max was waiting for me. He took my face in his hands, running his fingers over my cheeks. It was sharp, alm
ost painful, but it made me suck in a sharp breath. I felt so alive, and the passing of heat from my skin to his fingers was like taking a big gulp of wine and sharing it with my lover mouth to mouth, the sweet-sour mingling with our own tastes. He pulled back, and drew a girl close to him. She was a redhead and young, twenty at most, and looked at me with a strange hunger in her eyes. Max’s fingers circled lightly over her bare shoulder and I felt a kind of hungry lust welling up inside me. I would have grabbed her right there. As it was I couldn’t stop studying her sultry, slender body. She was far from curvy, but she had a tight, athletic sense about her, and there was an innocence in her big green eyes as she stared into mine and looked confused as she noticed my pupils.

  “Chastity has agreed to allow us to share her.”

  “Chastity,” I said, tasting her name. “Really?”

  “I’ve never done anything like this before,” Chastity said, her voice creaking with excitement. “With two people I mean. I’ve been with a guy…”

  “Not like Max,” I said. “You really want to do this?”

  “Really,” said Max. “We’re going back to her place.”

  I walked arm in arm with Chastity through the club, Max on her other side. I could smell her arousal, the faint aroma cutting through the chaos of scents and smells in the club, through the tangy air tasting of sweat and perfume and cheap liquor and cum. I felt sorry for the poor boy I left in the bathroom, but he’d wake up in a few hours with a story to tell. Now I was more worried about Chastity. I’d never looked at a woman sexually before, never cared to, but I couldn’t stop staring at her. She wasn’t wearing a bra and her nipples were hard and tight, poking against the fabric of her band shirt as it tightened over her slight chest, and her narrow hip bumped into mine as she walked. It was everything I could do not to just assault her right there. I was still hungry.

  When Max’s hired limo pulled up, he slid inside and I followed, pushing our new toy between us. Max rolled up the partition behind the driver, and I took her head, turned her gently to face me, and pressed her lips against mine.

  I’d never kissed a girl before. She tasted wonderful, even on top of the feeling of heat tingling into my lips, easing the hunger in my veins. She responded enthusiastically, sliding onto my lap and twisting. I pushed my hand inside her underwear and slid my finger up into her cunt. She was sopping wet and I easily worked in a second finger as I began to play with her, inflamed by her moans pouring into my throat as I slid my tongue over hers. She let out soft, stifled little sounds of pleasure and grabbed my arm in her hand and ground on my fingers. I felt powerful, almost angry. Feeling her writhing and hearing her little shuddering cries inflamed me further.

  “Another,” she begged, and I slipped a third finger in.

  I felt powerful as she writhed against me. She pulled her lips from mine and kissed my neck, her soft lips leaving a burning hot trail as her life energy flowed into me with each touch. She shifted on top of me, sitting on my hand, straddling me, moaning and sighing against me. Just having her writhe in my lap was driving me into a frenzy, of hunger and lust. She was intoxicating. I pulled her close and drank the scent from her hair, letting it fill my lungs. It was like the tasty smell of fresh baked bread, or the first whiff of flowers on a spring morning, and hot. I wanted her even more as she ground her clit against my palm and I curled my fingers inside her. I used my other hand to work up under her top and feel the soft curve of her breasts, run my fingers over her tight stomach. She was so drawn into her own pleasure that she just closed her eyes and rode in my lap, twisting and gasping.

  Max touched her neck lightly with his fingers, and Chastity jerked, her eyes glazing over. Her pussy clenched on my fingers, and she bucked against me, moaning. The poor dear had soaked her jeans. I pulled my hand out from under her and offered it to Max. He licked my fingers clean, sucking them one at a time. His touch was strange, cold, and made me hungrier. Could we be together if we had Chastity with us?

  The car pulled to a stop and I took her by the wrist, pulling her with me. She led us up to her apartment, on the third floor of a brick brownstone, and pushed inside. I followed her, seizing her from behind, my arms around my waist. She pulled me into the bedroom, tugging me along as I stripped her clothes off and ran my fingers over her pale, freckled skin. I shimmied out of my clothes and watched her stare at my nakedness as I pushed her down on the bed, took her hand, and brought it to my sex. She slipped a finger inside me and looked confused, dreamy, when I moaned for her, breathing hot on her face. Max undressed more slowly, folding his clothes over a side chair. His cock was big and hard, and I could feel him even from across the room as his body surged with hunger. I twisted around behind Chastity, so she lay on top of me, and rested her head on my chest.

  I pushed her thighs apart and slid my hand over her sex, quickly finding and tracing my finger around her clit in light circles. She moaned and writhed against me, her bare skin popping with sweat. Max climbed over the bed, and her eyes locked on his cock as it swayed under him. I pulled my finger out of her pussy and teased her lips with a light touch, and kept my fingers there as he pressed into and entered her, feeling her lips swell as they spread around his shaft. I hugged her against me as he started to fuck her, and not gently, driving moans and squeaks out of her lips as he legs and arms twisted, her hands fisting in the bed sheets as pure ecstasy took over her body. Her heat throbbed through me as her skin pressed against my chest, but I wanted more, was needy and greedy for it.

  Max looked at me and rolled, pulling the girl on top of him. She started riding him immediately, and I looked at her freckled ass flexing and her back twisting as she moaned, and lay there. An idea hit me.

  Max could change himself. Could I?

  I got up on my knees, and moved behind her. I put both hands on her ass and felt the soft, smooth skin and her flexing muscle underneath. She gasped as I spread her cheeks and pressed my thumb against her asshole, and her moans deepened. I could feel the heat soaking into me from touching her, but it wasn’t enough. Max looked at me in alarm as I bent forward, and growled, feeling my mouth full up, like my teeth were too big. I ran my tongue over my fangs, feeling the hardness and sharpness, and wriggled. My back itched, like a peeling sunburn. I watched in the mirror as a black, leathery protuberance erupted from my flesh, then another, side by side. A pair of wings unfolded over my back and spread open, shadowing the bed. A similar itch and a long, dark leather tail unfurled from my tailbone, whipping the air behind me with a sharp tip.

  Crawling over Chastity, I slipped my thumb out of her ass, and knotted her hair in my hand.

  “Have you ever been fucked in the ass?” I snarled.

  She shook her head, as much as she could with all her hair held tightly in my fist.

  “Get ready,” I said.

  I ground against her, feeling my need, concentrating on the space between my legs. When I looked down a throbbing cock jutted from the junction of my legs. I let a thick streamer of spit, too thick, fall on it and lubed up, and shoved inside her. Chastity arched back and cried out, half in pain and half in ecstasy as I took her. I could feel Max moving inside her, moving against me, and I fell on her back, pressing her against his chest, and pushed against her, grinding my chest against her back. She moaned and cried out in guttural, inhuman shrieks of pleasure between us as we ravaged her together, throbbing need tearing through my body. I was building up to something, and felt a throbbing between my legs that felt totally strange and totally familiar all at once.

  “I’m c-cumming,” Chastity whimpered, clutching Max.

  I ravaged her even harder, driving her to thrash and moan against me as he peak extended, and then I exploded. As the shivering waves spread through my body and crashed into my skull I could feel myself pumping into her, filling her with cum, as heat surged through my body, ripped out of hers as I fed on her life force.

  It was all I could do to pull out of her and flop down on the bed, exhausted. My wings and tail were gone, as
soon as I stopped thinking about it. I licked my lips as Max pushed Chastity off of him, sliding his big cock out of her body. He lowered her onto her side and fluffed a pillow under her head. She started snoring immediately.

  Then Max attacked me.

  He grabbed my wrists and pinned them down, crushed his mouth against mine, and rammed his cock into my wet cunt. The shock of him against me made me scream into his mouth as his tongue shoved against mine and he began thrusting hard, knocking the headboard against the wall. My legs slid up around him as I felt the energy I’d taken meeting his, the flow slamming between our bodies. It was the exchange I’d felt with him in the club, but magnified by a thousand. I pushed against him and we rolled off the bed. He landed on the floor and I landed on him, arching up as the impact drove his cock into me to the root. I rode him hard, rolling my hips and pounding up and down by turn, overcome with lust. His hands were everywhere, and when I opened my eyes I realized he’d sprouted a second set of arms, and was running four hands over my body, groping my ass as he cupped my breasts and pressed his thumb into my mouth. My wings unfurled from my back again, and he gave me a sharp thrust that bucked me up into the air, twisted, and dropped me on the floor.

  As I stood up he seized my wrists and spun me around, bending me over. He thrust inside me, pinning me to the bed, bent over the edge. His chest rippled against my back, and I felt coarse hair sprouting from his skin and a low snarl rumbled out of his throat. As he twisted into the werewolf, he opened his jaws, grasped my neck in his fangs, and pinned me down. He thrust into me hard, savagely, sending shockwaves through my body until I felt his cock start to expand, the base swelling up to lock us together as he pumped me full of his seed. My tail wrapped around his waist and I writhed under him, feeling the sharp tickle of his fangs against my skin, pressed against my throat. Chastity slept through all of this, breathing shallowly. Max stood up and pulled me with him, holding my arms against my sides, and lifted up. My toes rose up from the floor as I pressed back against him, overcome by bliss. He lowered himself and sat down, his cock locked inside me, and held me against him.