Wolves Among Us

My life had just gone to hell. After acquiring a mountain of debt going to college for my engineering degree, getting a great job, and buying a townhouse in Bath, Maine, where I was working for the Bath Iron Works, building ships for the US Navy as a subdivision of General Dynamics, I lost my job two weeks ago.

The economy had tanked during one of the worst recessions of the 21st century. Relations with Russia improved after Putin was assassinated and Russia pulled out of Ukraine. Relations with China improved when they got out of the Spratley Islands. Improved to the point the DOD cancelled the contracts on twenty pending Navy ships, including three at Bath Iron Works. My shipyard also built some commercial and private vessels, but with the recession, no one was buying yachts and container ships either. They still had some retrofitting and repair contracts, but nothing they needed engineers in the quantity that they’d hired me to fill.

Some of the older engineers took early retirement, and a lot of the newer engineers got laid off. Unemployment checks were not going to make my townhouse payment, let alone my student loans.

I’d immediately looked into going to work for other shipbuilding companies, but they were in the same boat as BIW. I tried networking with other graduates I’d attended classes with, and they were all in the same mess as I was. I’d even looked into building ships for Cruise Lines and private yacht builders overseas, but the recession was kicking their asses too. If I started work at something low paying like McDonald’s or Burger King, I’d lose some of my unemployment benefits and wouldn’t have time to look for another high paying job. I had roughly three months of living expenses in the bank, at which point, I’d be dead broke and declaring bankruptcy, unless I took money from my parents, which I didn’t want to do since they were retired and had no new income.

By the way, my name is Jessica Huppert. I’m 5-9 inches tall, 125 pounds, athletic; high, firm, C cup breasts, dark brown hair, quick to smile, except for the last couple weeks. The reason I mention any of that at all, is I was wondering if I’d have to go into prostitution to pay the bills. That’s how bad it was. Probably, not in Bath, Maine, which was too small, both to support a career in prostitution, and also small enough everybody knew what everyone else did, which is not something you need if going into an illegal profession. Portland, Maine might even be too small. I might have to go to Boston or some larger city, meaning I’d have to give up my townhouse on the rugged Maine coast, which I’d absolutely hate. I loved it here. I was feeling well and truly fucked, without even an orgasm to brag about.

I’d been going through newspapers, on-line ads, employment assistance sites, everything I could think of to fend off the approaching disaster, and I was feeling quite desperate and despondent at the lack of progress. I didn’t even feel like I could go out and drown my sorrows in a bar, but maybe I could buy some cheap champagne and orange juice and inebriate myself to insensibility on mimosas.

I was about to close my web browser and call it a night, when a pop-up ad, in fact, popped up. Based upon your on-line browsing, they were normally the bane to going on-line in the first place. But I’d been searching for jobs, so this one was tied into that search.

“Need Money,” the ad read, “Large sums of money to the right person interested in being a Surrogate Mother. Please contact this website for further information,” with a website address to link to.

I had never considered renting out my womb before, thinking that if I wanted to have children, it would be with someone I loved, and married first. I wasn’t totally opposed to the idea, thinking it might be easier for a future spouse to accept I’d had children before, than to accept I’d been a former prostitute. It might mean I could remain where I was as opposed to having to move, which would be a plus. I suppose it depended on how much money we were talking about for nine months of my life, and how the pregnancy would have to occur.

Not being stupid enough to click on some random link in a pop up ad, I did a little research first. The website was registered to a non-profit organization called Loup-Garou which had very little information about it that I could find anywhere, other than the organization filing, and it’s current officers. The non-profit was located in Maine, a positive, as far as my life was concerned. There was nearly as little information about the officers, two male, and two female, as there was the non-profit itself, except they were all born and had addresses in Maine, and seemed to be doing fairly well financially, so I suppose they could afford to pay something for breeding expenses.

I wasn’t totally willing to risk my computer to some possible virus or trojan horse, so I backed up my phone, then went to the website on my phone, feeling I could erase my phone and reload my info if the website was infected, not even risking my wifi network, by disconnecting the phone from my wifi system.

The website took me to an application, where I was asked my name, age, address and phone number. No account numbers, no SSN, no exact date of birth, although that would be easy enough to find with my name and age. There was no amount listed for renting out my womb, but it seemed safe enough, so I filled it out, and sent it. I got another pop-up, telling me that someone would be in touch with me in a couple of days with additional information.

Deciding to skip the drunk for now, I went to bed instead, although my financial straits kept my sleep restless, my dreams filled with visions of me carrying a child in my swollen belly.

I was up at seven the next morning and went for a run to burn off the restless energy and stress build-up. I thought I was being followed for a half mile of my run, but the car turned off before I got too worried.

There was a message on my phone when I got home, asking me to call one Rene Devereaux, from Loup-Garou at my earliest convenience. Rene had been listed as the President of the non-profit, so they weren’t trusting this to an underling. Good, more answers that way.

I called. “I’d like to speak to Mr. Devereaux please.”

“Speaking. Thank you for calling so quickly, Miss Huppert.”

“I’m glad you called so soon. I feel like I’m in a pretty desperate situation here.”

“How so?”

“Lost my job, and two weeks of searching haven’t given me any leads into a new one. Can you tell me how much you’re paying me to be a surrogate mother?”

“Two hundred thousand per child, with a one million dollar bonus if you have four.”

Two hundred grand per kid. I would have needed at least a hundred, so that was good. A million bonus if I have four. Did they want a breeding factory?

“You want more than one child?”

“If the first one’s results are satisfactory, more would be beneficial to us.”

“You aren’t selling children on the black market are you?”

He laughed, a nice laugh. “No, these are strictly for couples who would otherwise be infertile, my own family, shall we say. Before we proceeded, we’d need you to have some medical tests, to determine if you can produce children, at our expense, of course.”

“I’ve got maybe three months before I have to declare bankruptcy and move out. Do I have to wait until the child is delivered before I get paid?”

“If the medical tests are okay and you agree to the terms of our arrangement, we can assume your monthly expenses and pay you a thousand a month for things like groceries and gas against your final payment. All medical costs related to the pregnancy will be assumed by us.”

“Will this be done by in vitro fertilization?”

“We can discuss those things if your medical tests come out well. We need to know if we can proceed before determining the method. Are you willing to take the medical exam?”

“Where?”

“You can use your own gynecologist if you wish. I’ll text a list of the things we need done and an address where they can bill us for the work. I’m sure you’d be more comfortable with your own doctor, than some stranger. You’d have to come off birth control if you decide to proceed.”

They weren’t scaring me away yet. “I’ll make the appointment as soon as I can get in.”

“Thank you, Miss Huppert.” He hung up.

I made an appointment for a week from now, sliding into a cancellation. One week closer to destitution, but I kept up my job search, just in case. I received a text with the instructions. A lot of it was medical, for the doctor. They needed my results mailed to a Maine address, and there was a billing address. I printed everything out.

“Don’t bill this to my usual insurance company,” I said when I showed up for my appointment. “I lost my job and don’t have insurance anymore.”

“Will that cause a payment problem, Miss Huppert?”

“I don’t think so. Someone else is paying for it. Here are the billing instructions.” I handed them the payment info from Loup-Garou.

“This is an unusual name,” she said, looking at the instructions.

“It’s a non-profit; sounds foreign, doesn’t it?”

“It’s French. It’s the French word for werewolf.”

“Like Lon Chaney, or ‘Werewolf of London’ werewolf, howling at the moon, werewolf?”

“One and the same.”

“That is kind of a weird name. Why would anyone name a non-profit after werewolves?”

“I can’t answer that.” She called the number and after a brief conversation, it was confirmed they were paying for the doctor visit.

When they brought me into the exam room, I handed the nurse the list of things they wanted checked.

“It looks like you’re thinking of getting pregnant,” Sharlene, my doctor’s nurse said, reading the list.

“I’m thinking about it,” I said. “How much trouble is it getting my IUD removed?”

“No trouble at all. Easier than installing it in the first place.”

“If it seems like I’m going to be able to bear children, why don’t you remove it?”

“I’ll tell Dr. Andrews.”

I was poked, prodded, had blood drawn, peed in a cup, and had a number of other tests done before they put me on the table and the doctor went poking around my po po.

“The exterior organs look fine,” Dr. Andrews said. “Are you sure you want your IUD removed?”

“Yes. Guess I’ll be going with condoms for the time being.”

“Make sure you use latex condoms and use with a spermicide such as Nonoxyl 9. It increases the effectiveness of the condom.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.”

“How sexually active are you?”

“Not very. Last boyfriend I had was in college. I’ve had a couple sexual encounters since, but nothing to write home about. The result of too much alcohol and too much horniness, I guess.”

“I hope you were careful.”

“I didn’t have that much alcohol. I took precautions. I need you to send the results of my tests to these people,” I said, handing her another sheet of paper.

Dr. Andrews looked at it. “Did you sign a HIPPA release?”

“When I checked in. How long before you have the results of all the tests?”

“About a week.”

Another week closer to pauper. My job search hadn’t come up with anything. I’d have about two and a half months of funds left in two weeks.

“That’s fine, but the sooner the better.”

I went back to my townhome to wait for the results. I went jogging every morning, and I still couldn’t get over the feeling I was being watched. Worse yet, I thought I saw a damn big dog running in the woods close to my route. Scared the bejesus out of me, but it never approached, so I tried to ignore it.

I got a call right after my morning run. “Miss Huppert, I believe you’re a candidate for our needs,” Mr. Devereaux said. “Can I meet you somewhere for further discussions. I’d like to meet you in person.”

“In public,” I said.

“Is the Winnegance Restaurant sufficiently public? Have you had breakfast yet?”

“I haven’t and it’s plenty public. How will I know you?”

“I’ll know you, Miss Huppert. I’ll see you there, in say an hour?”

That sounded somewhat ominous. I hadn’t sent any photos. “I’ll be there,” I replied.

Taking a quick shower, I dressed somewhat professionally, treating this like a job interview, which at this point is what it was. I left off my jacket, but the knee length skirt and silk blouse with a scarf around the neck seemed sufficient since we were talking a breeding job.

As soon as I walked through the door, this drop dead gorgeous man who had to be six feet, three inches tall, with long but neat brown hair, neatly trimmed beard and mustache, built like a brick shithouse, stood up in the corner and waved for me to come over. I double checked to see that there was no one behind me he could be waving at, and seeing none, headed in his direction. He remained standing and held my chair out for me. Damn, if I was having a child for him, I wouldn’t mind having it the old fashioned way. I could feel my pussy get damp.

“I’m pleased to meet you, Miss Huppert” he said. “Please sit down.”

It was the mellifluous tones of Mr. Devereaux. I sat and he pushed my chair in slightly, then took a seat opposite me. He seemed to sniff, then smiled in appreciation. “Thank you, Ms. Huppert. Order anything you like.”

I looked over the menu and asked for the meat lover’s omelette with rye toast and orange juice.

The waitress arrived and he gave her both our breakfast orders. He had the seafood omelette, no toast and water. He waited until we’d both put in our orders and the waitress left.

“Your tests came out perfect. You’re in excellent shape, and I don’t see any issues with motherhood. We’re all quite pleased.”

“Who’s all?”

“We’ll get to that in a moment. I’ve got some paperwork you need to read and sign first.”

He handed me a two page document.

“What is this?”

“It’s a non-disclosure agreement. Most of what we’re going to talk about is privileged information, and revealing it, can result in prosecution under the US Criminal Code.”

“Why would a disclosure result in prosecution instead of a civil lawsuit? We’re still talking about maternity surrogacy, are we not?”

“I can’t disclose that until you read and sign the document.”

I looked at him sharply. He had an easy smile on his face. God, he was sexy, and with this amused twinkle in his eye like he knew something that I didn’t.

I read over the document, which was written with enough legalese to make a grown man cry. I was a bright girl and had signed enough legal documents to be familiar with the language. After all, I’d been building US Navy warships not that long ago. I knew how to keep my mouth shut. Despite the language, it seemed straightforward enough, I felt confident in signing the document.

Handing it back, I said, “Now can you explain some of your more cryptic comments?”

“What do you know about lycanthropy?”

“The psychosis that you believe you’re a wolf? Nothing. I’m an engineer, not a psychologist.”

“Not the mental illness, but the fable.”

“Yeah, only what I’ve seen in late night movies. Full moon, turns into a wolf, kills for pleasure. Can only be killed by silver bullets.”

“Most of that is bullshit, but what if I told you lycanthropy is real?”

“I’d be looking for men in white coats, coming to take you away to the funny farm. I would think that if werewolves were real, the government would know about it by now.”

“The government does know about it. They’ve known since 1850, and signed a peace treaty with the pack nation in 1899. It’s one of the most closely guarded secrets the government has, hence why you can be prosecuted under the US Criminal Code for divulging it.”

I smiled. “Then why are you telling me? Won’t you be arrested and prosecuted?”

“Not if you keep your mouth shut,” Rene said. “We’ve received a special dispensation, because we’re dying out and we need help.”

“Help with what exactly?”

Rene paused, sniffing again, shortly before our waitress returned with our food. He almost looked like a dog the way his nose seemed to taste the air. He waited until she was gone again.

“Help breeding baby werewolves. Why don’t you eat your food while it’s hot.”

I was seriously wondering if I should bail. This guy, good looking though he was, had to be batshit crazy. He dug into his, and could I say that he wolfed it down like it was his first meal after starving for a week? He wasn’t messy, just fast. His was finished before I’d eaten half of mine.

When he was done, he continued. “Do you know how werewolves are made?”

“Don’t you need to be bitten by another werewolf?”

“That was the most common way for it to occur, but the treaty signed between the US government and the packs outlawed biting humans to make more of us. We have to have children now, baby werewolves.”

“What’s a baby werewolf called?

“A pup or puppy, just like a dog.”

“So why don’t you fuck other werewolves and make babies?” I was stringing him along, keeping him calm until I finished my breakfast. Looked like I’d have to find another job.

“There’s a problem with that?”

“What kind of problem?”

“If we mate as wolves, we produce more wolves, not shapeshifters, but ordinary wolves. If we mate as humans, we produce more humans. If we breed wolf body to human body, we’re sterile. Whatever it is in our genetic make up that makes us werewolves, means we have to mate with normal humans as a wolf, to create more werewolves. Just as biting each other doesn’t do more than kill us, but biting humans as a wolf makes more werewolves, we need to have sex with humans, to create more werewolves.”

I stared at him. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me?” I said. “You want me to fuck a wolf?”

“Not a wolf, a werewolf.”

“What’s the difference?”

“A werewolf won’t eat you, at least not that way.” He grinned as he said it.

I thought he was even more crazy now, but that grin. Still made my pussy melt.

“You’re aroused now, aren’t you?” Rene asked

“Good guess.”

“It’s not a guess. I can smell you.”

I could almost smell me. I’m not sure that proved anything.

“Why not artificial insemination?”

“We have to be in human form to jack off into a cup. Doesn’t work. Going the other way also has problems. Whacking off male werewolves is problematic. We’re not fond of that. Wolves get a little testy when humans wank their cocks.”

“So let me ask you; can a human male mate with a female werewolf and produce offspring?” I asked.

“They can, but there’s two problems, no three.”

“Which are?”

“Human males have difficulty maintaining an erection when confronted with a wolf. Our males produce a lot of semen. Human males not so much. Human males don’t normally produce enough ejaculate, it usually requires more than one human male to do the job and female werewolves often bite during mating, thereby violating the treaty. They’re friendly nips, as wolf bites go, part of our normal mating process, but a bite is a bite. We’ve also tried putting a muzzle on the females, and that has reduced the biting, but it still requires several males, and we still have the erection problem, as most human males aren’t sexually attracted to a wolf.

“We have experimented with artificial insemination with human males and female werewolves, but it’s been with mixed results. Mostly, it hasn’t worked. If we get the semen of five males together, it’s worked a few times, but not consistently”

“So if I get pregnant, am I going to have a litter of pups?” Tongue in cheek.

“You’ll have a human looking child. We don’t shift until reaching maturity, which is faster than humans, around seven to eight years old.”

“Do you have sex with each other anyway, even if you’re not producing pups?”

“We’re very highly sexed. We fuck frequently.”

I finished my breakfast and pushed back from the table. “This has all been a rather amusing joke. Not for me, as I’m desperate for work, and expensive for you, considering how much that doctor visit cost you. At least I know I’m healthy, but I’ll have to go back and be put on birth control again, which is annoying.”

“I’m not joking.”

“Sure, because you’ve been making so much sense.”

“I can prove it to you.”

“Here?”

“Not here. Federal laws, remember. I can show you at your house, or out in the woods.”

“Like I’m going out in the woods with someone who seems a little off plumb.”

“Then your house.”

“That’s safer?”

“Before you get out of the car, have you phone set to call 911. Let me in the house and I’ll prove it to you with your finger ready to summon the cops. I have to strip off my clothes before I shift, so I don’t ruin them, so be aware I will be naked.”

The thought of seeing this hunk naked, got my juices flowing again, and he smiled, the smug son-of-a-bitch, like he knew it. Did I really want to chance it for an opportunity to see this Adonis bare assed? Maybe.

“Okay, you follow me to my house. Don’t get out of the car until I get my door opened and I invite you in, probably after I have a gun in hand in addition to my phone. Or do I need silver bullets?”

He smiled again. “Regular bullets work. Silver bullets work quicker. I’ll take care of the bill. I don’t need to follow you. I know where your house is. It will give you more time to prepare. I’ll stay in my car until you wave me in.”

I did put my address in the application, so I suppose he did.

As I drove back to my house, I wondered if what I was doing was smart, letting someone who might be a bit mad, and who I didn’t know into my house. I hadn’t been lying about the gun though. I had a Ruger .357 loaded with Hydra-shocks.

I kept it close to my bed, so I got it. I didn’t bother with the phone. Rene was waiting outside in his car when I went back to the door. I opened the door and invited him in. I didn’t bother hiding the gun. I wanted him to know I had it. I gave myself about ten feet from the door before he stepped through it, waving him into the living room with the gun. He smiled again.

“I’m going to get undressed now,” he said.

“Uh, huh. Just move slow.”

He followed my orders, moving slow as he removed his clothes, shoes and socks first, then shirt, finally pants and underwear. Holy fuck! Everything his body had promised when clothed, delivered in spades. He was hairier than I usually liked, but damn, it looked good on him, and his cock; a fucking marvel. Five to six inches long even limp. My heart was going pitty-pat, and you know what juiced even more.

“Are you married?” I asked, which was stupid, because I might have to kill him.

“Yes. Well, mated, which is almost the same thing.”

“What does your mate think about you trying to fertilize another woman? Or is some other wolf supposed to fuck me?”

“It’s for the good of the pack, and we’re hoping you’ll do it with more than one of us. I’m going to change soon. It’s going to be sudden, so please don’t shoot me, just because I look like a wolf. I’m not dangerous to you. In fact you might want to take your finger off the trigger.”

“Back up another ten feet.”

“Very well.” He backed up ten more feet. “In around five seconds.”

I took my finger off the trigger and started counting internally. The werewolf movies I’d seen showed this long transformation, like seconds of agonizing change as bones reformed. I wasn’t expecting any change at all, but in the space of a second, I was staring at the largest dog I’d ever seen. Its eyes were golden, a little yellower than the goldish-brown eyes he had as a human. It sat down, yawned, and licked its chops, (his chops?), not threatening me at all. What’s the protocol for dealing with a shapeshifter.

“Jesus!”

I could have sworn it smiled when I said that. There was another quick change, and Rene was kneeling on the floor of my living room.

“Are you convinced?” Rene asked, standing up. His penis looked more erect than when he changed before. He noticed me looking at his junk. “I smell your arousal. It tends to make us ready when a woman is in heat.”

In heat described it pretty well. “Was one of you werewolf’s running in the woods alongside of me one day when I was jogging?”

“That was me. I got a little closer so I could catch your scent. Wolves depend on scent for a lot of things.”

“So what other fairy tales are true that I might believe are still fairy tales?”

“Well, there are other types of shapeshifters; in this country, panthers, bears, a few eagles. Wolves are the only ones that have a treaty with the government. The others are mostly solo acts, and sometimes, we help the government hunt them down if they’re turning humans.”

“What about vampires?”

“The Undead. I believe the last of those was exterminated about two hundred years ago, although I couldn’t say for sure. They keep a low profile if they’re still out there.”

“How long do you live?”

“A long time, but not immortal, about three hundred years. I’m a hundred-thirty. I watched the treaty signed with humans as a young pup. Whatever it is that makes shapeshifting work, tends to eradicate disease and refresh our chromosomes, slowing aging. I can’t give you an STD. We don’t get them. We’re amazingly recuperative from most injuries. Eventually, we age, but it tends to be rather sudden. I’ll remain like this for another hundred and seventy years or so, then I’ll quickly age and die.”

“Un-fucking-believable.”

“Now that you know about us, are you willing to help?”

“What’s it like fucking a wolf?”

“Have you ever seen two dogs fucking?”

“If I did, I wasn’t paying much attention, so why don’t you tell me.”

“Well, we’re obviously furry, so there’s that difference. Our cocks tend to be roughly the same size in human or wolf form” Good to know. “You may not want to kiss while fucking, the teeth, you know. Like dogs, we form a knot when we’re mating. The flesh at the base of the wolf penis inflates, almost like a balloon, and we’re locked together with our mate until the act is completed, which might be through two orgasms with some of us. In human form, mating is identical to humans, no knot, but no werewolf progeny either. When you’re fertile, we can’t fuck you as humans, we have to do it as wolves, as we don’t want to create another human.”

“What do you do if you do create human progeny?”

“Sadly, give them up for adoption most of the time. Unless one of us mates with the human woman, which is very rare, then we’ll raise the child. A human baby would be at risk with wolf pups. The risk of getting nipped. We’re like dogs in that respect, a lot of rough and tumble play as youngsters, and the risk of fangs is always there. The government has a special adoption agency for us.”

“Why is it rare for you to mate with human females?”

“Lifespan. I live longer than three, perhaps even four human females. If we created werewolves, they’d live much longer than their mothers. If human, I’d outlive my grandchildren.”

“What else should I know about your pack?”

“Even though we mate for life, we tend to be polyamorous. It’s not uncommon for us to have sex with other members of the pack, in both human and wolf form. Even some homosexual type play, especially when an alpha is dominating a beta or lower caste wolf.”

“What would I be to the pack as a human? Do I have to fuck everyone?”

“No. We’d like for three or four males to breed you during your fertility, to increase the chances of conception. We’d like to choose them to some extent, but might give you a choice of some of our selections. What you do when not fertile, is up to you. You don’t have to have sex with anyone, although we’re highly sexed and would welcome sex with you, even the wolf bitches, if you’re okay with girl on girl sex. Obviously, regardless of what you choose to do, you can’t speak of it.”

“Do I have to go to a werewolf hospital to deliver?”

“No. As I said, the child will be essentially human until it reaches maturity at the age of seven or eight. The first change usually occurs during a full moon, which is where that fable got started, but other than that the change can occur any time we will it.”

“The shift was quicker than I thought it would be.”

“It’s slower the first couple years, but we’re at our most vulnerable during a change, so we learn to do it more quickly.”

“If I agree to do this, what’s the next step?”

“The other members of the pack would want to meet you, see what their own noses tell them. I could arrange something this afternoon if you want, or tomorrow morning. Oh, there’s one other thing you should know - if you agree to mate, you’ll have a couple of body guards assigned to you, one male, and one female.”

“Why would I need a bodyguard?”

“A human who’s agreed to mate with a pack is a valuable property. Other packs would be interested in you. Attempts might be taken to kidnap you for their own breeding. All the packs have the same trouble. This is the first time we’ve decided to try paying for it.”

“How would other packs know?”

“Another wolf pack will smell us on you.”

“What did you used to do?”

“Seduce a woman into doing it. Approaching them as human, get them to begin having sex, then try to convert them to doing it with us as wolves. The success rate is pretty erratic that way. Just because they like fucking us as humans, doesn’t mean they’re interested in fucking us as wolves. Figured we’d go straight for it and offer a lot of money.”

“And if I did this four times, I’d be one million, eight hundred thousand dollars richer?”

“Having four pups is a long term commitment, likely six years or so of your life, if not longer. You should be compensated fairly.”

“Can you communicate with me as a wolf?”

“We can understand you, but you won’t understand us unless you understand wolf. We can teach you some forms of communication if you’re interested. Usually, we just leave someone around in human form to interpret.”

“I’d like you to change back to a wolf again, and I’d like to pet you or get close to you to try to guess at what sex with a wolf would be like. That’s not dangerous, is it?”

“I promise you’ll be safe.”

“Do it.”

He shifted. Damn that was fast. I put down the gun and approached slowly. Rene stood still, didn’t growl, didn’t snap his teeth. His fangs looked huge. I reached out and touched his fur. It was rough. I thought it was kind of like German Shepard hair. His (its) cock was fully extended, roughly eight inches of masculine might, extending from the furry sheath. I sniffed him. He smelled clean, not woodsy, although I had no idea what a wolf normally smelled like. I could see the intelligence in his (its) eyes. This was definitely not a dumb beast. Could I have sex with him (it)? That was the question.

I sat down in a chair and he shifted back. Yep, cock roughly the same size, though shaped like a human penis, not a dog dick. If he were human, I’d have no trouble sucking on that piece of meat. But he wasn’t, was he?

“I’ll need to think about this overnight,” I said. “It’s a lot to process.”

“I understand,” Rene said. “You can call the same number you reached me at before.”

“Are all of your pack so good looking?”

“I’d be considered average.”

“Damn!”

Rene smiled again. His erection hadn’t dissipated in the slightest. He must smell how ‘in heat’ I was. But that was for the human in him. I don’t know if I was in heat for the wolf. Why did I have to fuck a wolf, when the human was so perfect? He dressed and was gone within minutes.

The rest of the day was spent in contemplation. Contemplation about renting my womb, having sex with what was essentially, an animal. No, make that non-human, something that could be both human and animal.

Then, there was the logistics of it. How did one have sex with a wolf? Face to face, staring at the long snout and ravening teeth, or was doggy style the only way for doggies to get it on. I actually went on line to see how dogs did it, and ran into videos of humans doing it with various animals. It gave me the shivers, but it did give me some ideas of how it could be accomplished.

Thank goodness we weren’t talking about centaurs. That got me wondering if centaurs actually did, or had, existed. Werewolves. It still blew my mind. And Rene had said that vampires had existed, but he now thought were extinct, or at least in hiding. I guess the good thing was, that only if I were fertile would I have to mate with a wolf. The rest of the time, it could be with a good looking, human looking, stud. I did worry about the idea I might actually require bodyguards, that other packs might want to kidnap me.

I also wondered about the relationship of the moon to werewolves, and the female reproductive cycle. Why was the full moon a trigger for change in werewolves

Would I still get paid if another pack impregnated me? I needed the money. I definitely had a lot more questions.

The next morning I contacted Rene again and said that I was ready to meet the other members of his pack and that I had more questions to ask.

“Is it all right if I send someone else to get you? I’m tied up with a pack matter at the moment. We’re also uncomfortable letting you know where our headquarters are until you agree to the breeding. You’ll need to be blindfolded.”

I could kind of see the point of protecting themselves before I made my decision. “Who should I expect, and what time?” I asked.

“At eleven AM and the two people I’d like to assign as your bodyguards eventually, a young male named Conor and a bitch named Brigitte.”

“By bitch, I hope you’re referring to her wolf sex, and not her temperament?”

Rene laughed. “Her wolf sex. She’s actually quite nice. Brigitte is nominally in charge. Wolves have hierarchy, and she’s above Conor, who’s only a teenager in werewolf parlance. Brigitte is around sixty.

“Are either of them mated?”

“Conor is too young to have taken his first mate. Brigitte lost hers and hasn’t taken another. If either were mated, I’d have to assign the mate as well. We don’t split up mated pairs for extended periods. We’ll feed you lunch. Don’t eat heavy for breakfast.”

I went out for another run, and this time I didn’t feel like I was followed for the first time in ten days, which made me suspect Rene’s pack had been keeping tabs on me since I signed up. Another question to ask later.

Today was the first day I didn’t try looking for another job. I guess internally, I’d already decided what my next job was going to be, brood bitch for a pack of werewolves. I knocked out ten miles, showered, had a light breakfast, and I spent until eleven learning what the fables said about werewolves, since according to Google, they didn’t really exist. Hah!

At eleven, a man and woman were outside my door. I guess I’d been expecting someone younger male wise, and someone older female wise, being told it was a teenager and sixty year old, until I remembered Rene was a hundred, thirty. They were both gorgeous, looking good enough to be models.

The woman was a red head, looking like an Irish colleen, except tall, like nearly six feet tall. The male was black haired, glossy black like Orientals. He was taller, even taller than Rene by about an inch. His physique, good god, it should be illegal to look that good. I could feel myself moistening again and both of them sniffed, and I knew my secret was out. I was a slut for werewolves as humans.

“Are you ready to go?” the female asked.

“What’s your name?”

“Brigitte.”

“And his name, and who sent you?”

“Conor, Rene.”

“Then I guess I’m ready to go.”

She smiled, beautiful smile, perfect teeth, not fangs. “You’re more cautious than most humans.”

“I’d never been told I’d need bodyguards before. I figured I might need to be more cautious.”

They led me out to a Jeep Grand Cherokee, mud spattered, but late model. Conor held the back door open for me.

“I hope I’m allowed to breed you,” he said, his voice a deep rumble as I moved past him to get to the seat.”

“How old are you?” I asked.

“Thirteen.”

He didn’t look at all like any thirteen year old I’d ever met before. He looked twenty-five, at least. Conor held up a black velvet bag.

“We need to cover your eyes.”

“How long is the trip going to take?”

“Around forty-five minutes, more or less.”

Forty-five minutes put me anywhere within about a forty mile radius of where I lived, around a hundred thirty square miles, maybe half that since we were close to the ocean and there was no boat ride involved. You could bury a lot of bodies out in the woods where they’d never be found.

“I have a gun in my purse.”

“We smelled it,” Brigitte said. “We’re not a danger to you as long as you can keep a secret.”

“I have to start wearing it now?”

“We don’t even want you knowing in what direction we leave town,” Conor said, holding up the bag.

I nodded and he put the bag over my head. It had a drawstring that tightened it down slightly. I wasn’t claustrophobic, but being insulated in that bag made me nervous. Conor fastened my seat belt, then got in the front, leaving me alone in the back.

“Normally,” Brigitte said, “we go around our compound naked. It allows for more rapid shifts between human and wolf form. Would you have a problem with that?”

Her voice was muffled by my bag, but still clear.

“I guess I’d like to see you in your natural habitat, so to speak. It might help me figure out what I’m going to do. What’s the reason you two have been chosen to be my bodyguards exactly?”

“We’ve both received training as bodyguards, neither of us are mated and I like fucking women, in case you were normally gay or bisexual,” Brigitte said.

“Do wolves have a lot of homosexuality?” I asked.

“We’re all primarily pansexual,” Conor said, “as you might imagine from creatures who fuck as both humans and wolves, often at the same time. We all have preferences, but no one will out and out reject sex with anyone else.”

“Do you have to have sex with everyone?”

“Not everyone, but if a higher rank wolf demands your obedience, you can’t refuse sex with him or her, unless you’re ready to fight for a higher rank,” Brigitte said. “Even if you’re fertile. Normally, an alpha won’t demand fucking if you’re fertile, but it does happen.”

“Is that the only way to rise to a higher rank, fighting someone who’s higher in rank than you?”

“It’s the most common way,” Conor replied.

“Tell me how I go about having sex with a wolf.”

“You’ll probably want to be mounted from behind,” Brigitte said, “for breeding purposes, but anything works as long as the male wolf is on his hind legs.”

“Do you have sex in other ways as wolves?” I asked.

“We do a lot of licking as wolves, particularly if we’re fertile. We don’t necessarily want to make more wolves,” Brigitte said. “Essentially, if we’re pregnant, we have to remain in that form until the children are born. We can’t shift while pregnant. That means we’re stuck in human form for nine months, and wolf form for sixty-three days.”

“If you fuck as wolves, do you have a litter of pups?”

“Yes, three to four usually. That’s why bitches tend to be careful when fertile,” Brigitte said. “We raise a litter for about a year, then introduce them to a regular wolf pack.”

“Do other wolves recognize that you’re different?”

“They do,” Conor said. “Sometimes, a werewolf chooses to remain a wolf and not shift anymore. They usually become a pack leader because we tend to be bigger, stronger and smarter than normal wolves. They might do that if they can never reach leadership positions in our pack.”

“Are you aware that you’re werewolves in wolf form, and can you still think like a human?”

“We’re always aware of our state as werewolves,” Conor said. “We need to be, to make a shift back. We still reason, but we tend to be more feral, more instinctual and less civilized in wolf form. As a wolf, there’s the pack, and the ‘not pack’ mentality, but not enough we’d ever consider you as food.”

“Good to know,” I said drily.

Conor chuckled.

“Will you be chosen as one of my breeders?” I asked.

“Probably not the first round. I might make it on the third or fourth if you stick around that long. I’m hoping you’ll want to fuck your bodyguard in the interim though. You’re very attractive.”

“Thank you. So are werewolves.”

“Have you ever had sex with another woman before?” Brigitte asked.

“I kissed a few girls in college, but never went much further than fumbling around. I have no moral or religious qualms about sex with women, but I’ve never done it. How much better can you smell?”

“In human form, we’re about twenty times more capable with scents than humans. In wolf form, about a thousand times. I shifted briefly outside your house to see if any other shapeshifters or humans were nearby or inside. I could tell what you had for breakfast from outside the house. You use Pantene shampoo to wash your hair, Dove soap, Palmolive dish soap, and Secret deodorant. We’ll be able to tell when you’re fertile by scent.”

“That’s pretty impressive. Do you have regular jobs in human form?”

“Generally speaking, yes,” Conor said. “I work as a bodyguard on the outside too. Packs treat money differently than humans. I guess you could say we’re Communists. Our income goes to support the pack, we take money out as needed for our purposes. It’s how we can afford to pay for your services.”

“Since you’re only thirteen in human years, how do you get a job?”

“The government provides ID’s. We have to change our ID’s on occasion too, because we live much longer than humans and don’t age in the same way. My Driver’s License says I’m twenty-five. That way, you won’t get arrested for fucking a minor.”

“Do you all live together?”

“We usually live four or five to a house, even if we’re mated,” Conor said. “We’re more comfortable being with others of our kind. It’s part of the pack mentality.”

“We’ve entered the compound now,” Brigitte said. “You can take the bag off your head if you want.”

I unloosened the drawstring tie and pulled the bag over my head. We were on a dirt road in a heavily forested area. I saw a couple wolves, or werewolves, pacing the car. Advance warning, or checking out the new bitch?

Finally, I saw a large cluster of buildings, with one large one, perhaps a central hall, with a lot of wolves and naked people around it; big wolves, and beautiful people. There were several smaller buildings that might have been sleeping quarters, in a big circle, and a few large dog kennels with young wolves in them, the results of breeding as wolves, perhaps? There were several cars, trucks, and SUV’s parked in the central courtyard.

Rene came out of the large building with another woman on his arm. She looked to be American Indian, darker complected, glossy black hair. She looked like an Indian princess, perhaps a Disney Pocahontas in another age. Both of them were naked, gloriously, fabulously, naked.

As soon as Conor and Brigitte got out of the car, they doffed their clothes. I swear I started drooling. They looked like body builders and models. Not muscle bound, by any means, but like big cats, or dare I say, wolves.

“Welcome, Miss Huppert. I’d like to introduce you to my mate, Sasha Black Cloud. Sasha, our intended breeder, Jessica Huppert.”

Sasha took several large sniffs, as if imprinting my scent, then shook my hand.

“Welcome, Jessica, thank you for considering our proposal. You’re a beautiful young woman.”

“Nowhere near as beautiful as you, Sasha. I’ve never seen so many fit, healthy, gorgeous people together before. It’s like being at a modeling convention.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere with me,” she laughed. “Was your ride comfortable? Can I offer you something to drink?”

“The ride was fine, and water for now.”

“Come inside. We’ll be eating in a half hour or so. For now, everyone wants to meet you and get your scent.”

Sasha took my hand and led me indoors. Soon I was surrounded by gaggle of people and puppies, all sniffing me. A couple of the younger pups, I’d guess just reaching maturity, stuck their noses in my crotch, sniffing my sex. Sasha or Rene would push them away if they acted too forward, and nosed around my pussy more than was polite, I guess. They didn’t really go into names, as I wasn’t yet accepted into their social circle. That still had to be determined. Rene had quietly conferred with Conor and Brigitte, talking about I don’t know what.

After everyone had a good whiff, I was seated at the main table between Rene and Sasha. Food was placed on the table, heavy on the meat. It’s a good thing I wasn’t a vegetarian. The meal didn’t involve a lot of conversation. Wolves tended to eat like it was their last meal. ‘Wolfing down your food’, wasn’t just an expression. I was the last one with food on her plate when everyone else seemed done. There was an air of expectation around me.

Rene said, “Conor and Brigitte informed me that you had a number of other questions. Is there anything else you need to know before you decide whether or not to become our breeder?”

“To be perfectly blunt, I’d like to see how a wolf has sex with a female. While I suspect I understand the mechanics of it, as I watched a few dog-human sex videos on the internet, they don’t really address whether the women enjoy the sex.”

“Alas, some of those poor women may have had sex with werewolves in the past, and they missed it, so they turn to dogs, which are poor substitutes. We can show you soon, as soon as you finish eating.”

“Really, and what about the women who have sex with horses?”

“Some of that is nothing more than fetish porn, with women who are little more than slaves, but there are other species of shapeshifters.”

“You mean they have to have sex the same way, with a human, or they die out?”

“Unfortunately, yes. The biology works the same way for them as it does for us. I suspect, that’s where the fables of centaurs come from. Someone saw a change from horse to human or back, but it was a slower change than we normally do. It was probably during the first few changes where we’re learning the mechanics of it, so they lingered between human and horse long enough to get the impression of a man’s torso on a horse’s body. Our first changes as werewolves usually take one to two minutes. The more we practice the change, the better we get at it. As you saw with me, I can go to wolf and back in less than a second. Conor, might still take two or three seconds. Brigitte is probably a second or so.”

“The other question I had was if another pack did kidnap me to breed me. Would I still get paid if I had another pack’s werewolf?”

“If you’re with us when you deliver, the wolf will bond to our pack. While it’s not ideal, we’d still pay you. If the wolf is born in another pack, you’d better hope they pay you.”

“How likely is it that I’ll get taken by another pack?”

“I’d expect some to try at least two or three times when you’re pregnant or fertile, with perhaps a ten percent chance of success. We’ll add another bodyguard when that occurs. If you are fertile, you’ll have the wolves you’ve chosen to breed you as additional protection. Conor and Brigitte are very good at their jobs, and it would take a large number of wolves to overwhelm them. We will have others on call so if we know an attack is coming, we can prepare for it.”

“I’m not getting warm and fuzzies from this chat.”

“Where’s your sense of adventure?” Sasha asked.

“One feels a little less adventurous when one is about to become destitute.”

“If you were to sign an agreement for a minimum of two pups,” Sasha said, “we could pay your initial 200K tomorrow, the next 200 upon the birth of the second.”

Rene looked at Sasha. “Are you sure we should prepay, dear?”

“Look at her. She’s a perfect human specimen; fit, in good health. You’ve been dying to fuck her ever since you met her. Half of the wolves in here are sporting boners because she’s practically begging to be fucked.”

I guess I’d have no secrets from the wolves, at least as far as sex went. I was feeling extremely aroused by all the beautiful naked flesh surrounding me. She wasn’t wrong about the erections I was seeing on the males either. If a werewolf cock wasn’t fully erect, they were at least half mast, whether in human or wolf form. I’d never seen so many lovely pricks. It applied to my host as well. His well formed cock was standing at attention beside me. If his mate wasn’t sitting on the other side of me, I’d have been tempted to eat him for lunch.

“Will you sign an agreement for two pups?” Rene asked.

“Show me what a wolf breeding would look like, and I’ll give you an answer,” I said.

Rene shifted, just like that, and Sasha slid forward in her chair. Rene put his paws on either side of her, and she directed his wolf prick to her human looking pussy. I guess doggy style wasn’t the only position a wolf could mate in. Rene had to be on his back paws, but any position where the female was at the right height, was doable. He humped forward, burying that masculine appendage inside of his mate. He gave four or five quick thrusts, driving it deeper, then the knot he’d spoken of must have formed as they were now locked together. Any movement by his hips, was echoed in her frame, attached as one.

Sasha put her hands on either side of his head and stroked his neck and ears as he humped against her human form, her hips jerking with his. I don’t know if animals had orgasms, but Sasha definitely had two as I watched.

Apparently the pack leaders engaging in sex, released the others to do the same, and soon, half the room was engaged in sexual congress of one kind or another. Most were fully wolf, or fully human pairings, but there were at least three other mixed human/wolf pairings. One was a male with a female wolf, mounting her from behind, the other two like Rene and Sasha, except the male wolves were licking the pussies of the women. Did that ever look intriguing; those long, wet tongues seemingly penetrating deep inside of the woman’s pussy. I wondered if they were currently fertile and couldn’t have normal intercourse lest they have an unwanted pup or child, or pregnant, and couldn’t shift. Condoms weren’t a necessity if you didn’t carry STD’s and you could smell a woman’s fertility.

Rene became more frantic in his thrusting, and he suddenly howled, and I knew he was cumming. The room was filled with more howls and yips as eacb wolf climaxed. Even in human form, they seemed to want to howl with their orgasm. Even after Rene’s orgasm, he remained locked to his mate, except he changed again, and it was now a human cock buried deep in Sasha’s pussy, and they kissed before he withdrew his dripping cock from her sheath. Her pussy seemed swamped with his cum. Much more than I was accustomed to seeing after I’d had sex. He’d said werewolves provided lots of semen. I guess that was right.

Sasha took her napkin and wiped herself down. “Does that answer your question?” She asked.

“I’ll sign up for two pups,” I said.

Rene licked his lips in a very wolf-like manner. I felt my pussy throb and he became rampant again. I shivered and Sasha laughed.

I signed a contract obligating myself to provide two werewolf children. I provided my checking account number and Sasha said I would receive two hundred thousand dollars to that account first thing tomorrow morning via direct deposit.

Both of them kissed me before I left, and there was a lot more in those kisses than I usually received from someone I barely knew. Both Conor and Brigitte put a suitcase in the back of the Jeep before we left. I assumed they wore some clothes. I didn’t have to wear the hood as I left the compound. I was one of them now, as much as a human could be, anyway. As far as I could tell, the compound was probably somewhere between Rockland and Augusta, northeast of Bath.

“Did either of you have sex at the compound?” I asked.

“We’re your bodyguards. Only one of us can have sex while we’re on duty and we didn’t work it out ahead of time,” Conor said, “so neither of us had sex. Did you enjoy what you saw?”

“What does my pussy scent tell you?”

Brigitte laughed. “You’re an aroused bitch who can’t wait to be fucked. You’re filling up the car with ‘fuck me pheromones’.”

“I guess it’s very difficult to have secrets from wolves?”

“About whether or not you want to have sex,” Conor laughed, “probably.”

“Conor, are you going to howl if you have sex and orgasm?” I asked

“Not in Bath. That’s for the woods. Can’t have wolf howls coming out of your house.”

“What can you tell me about your pack?” I asked.

“Our pack is mostly Irish out of Boston, English out of Ontario and this area, French out of Quebec, and American Indian,” Brigitte said, “with a smattering of other nationalities coming out of the other major New England cities.”

“Were all the members of the pack at the compound?”

“About a third, mostly from within a hundred miles. There are around three hundred pack members, all concentrated in the Northeast. We’re headquartered in Maine due to the heavy forestation. New York is populated enough to have it’s own pack, primarily concentrated in the Adirondacks.”

“Are there any werewolves in this area who aren’t a member of your pack?”

“A few lobos who don’t get along with anyone, and a few who’ve gotten kicked out of our pack, who’ve formed a couple small packs of their own, like five to ten members.”

“How do you get kicked out of a pack?”

“Rape, murder, theft, the usual crimes,” Connor said.

“Don’t they get sent to prison?”

“Locking up a wolf where they’re not free to shift and run is worse than death. We impose the death penalty on occasion, but never have we locked up a werewolf,” Brigitte said.

“If most of you are pansexual and you can’t refuse sex from a superior, how does one commit rape?”

“That was a simplification of the rules. You can’t demand sex of a pregnant wolf, nor can a wolf demand sex of a higher ranked wolf, and you don’t normally demand sex with a mated wolf. If you force your sexual attentions on one of those, it’s rape. Theoretically, I can’t rape Conor, because he’s lower, not mated and can’t get pregnant. He could get charged with raping me, because I’m a higher ranked wolf. Because you’re not a wolf, anyone who forcefully had sex with you would be a rapist.”

“What’s the thing about werewolves and silver. All the legends say you need silver to kill a werewolf, but not why.”

“We can be killed by anything if it’s in the heart or brain, or if we’re torn up badly enough we bleed out very fast,” Conor said. “We do heal very fast, though. It’s part of our shapeshifting ability. Theoretically, every time we shift, we’re doing damage to bones and muscles, but we knit together so fast, it doesn’t harm us. If you stabbed me, you couldn’t see the evidence I’d been stabbed tomorrow. I’d be completely healed; no scars even.

“Silver interferes with our ability to heal. The only scars you’ll ever see on a werewolf, are those made by silver. It’s why silver bullets kill us easier than other bullets. Our bodies can’t permanently repair the damage done by silver.”

“Do you know why?” I asked.

“Obviously, we’ve studied it, but we don’t know why it works the way it does, any more than we understand why we can’t breed ourselves. It’s part of what makes us werewolves. Perhaps God felt there had to be a way to kill us, or we would have overrun the earth.”

“The Lone Ranger was originally a werewolf killer,” Brigitte said. “When his story was romanticized, they left out the werewolf killer part of it. They left in the silver bullets though.”

“You mean he wasn’t a total fiction?” I asked.

“Not any more than werewolves,” Brigitte said.

We arrived back at my place and Brigitte said she’d go out and buy groceries for all of us tomorrow.

“We eat a lot of meat,” Brigitte said, “so it tends to get expensive if we don’t hunt for ourselves. Who do you want in your bed tonight?”

“What?”

“One of us needs to sleep in your bed. It’s the best way to protect you. The other one will assume wolf shape and sleep downstairs. They’re the first line of defense, because the wolf is much more alert. Our human reactions are a little slower. We don’t have to have sex, but we’d welcome it if you want it, but you need to choose one of us.”

“You can’t sleep in the other bedroom?” I asked.

“No. To give you an idea of why that’s not possible, do you know how you had Rene stand twenty feet away from you before you allowed him to strip and shift?”

“Yes.”

“He could have killed you before you got a shot off. If we’re not in your room, we might not be able to save you. You might have gotten a shot off with me. I’m slower. Probably, almost definitely, with Conor. One of us has to be in bed with you.”

“Well, shit!”

Brigitte smiled. “I promise, you don’t have to have sex, but you need to make a choice.”

“Will you be naked.”

“It’s easier to shift if we are. We could wear something flimsy which won’t impede our shift, but flimsy is almost nude anyway.”

“Fine, You can join me nude in bed.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Brigitte said, smiling.

“Aww,” Conor said. “Don’t you like me?”

“I might like you too much. I feel a little safer with Brigitte. I might be able to resist her,” I said.

“That’s a good sign for the future. I’ll take it,” Conor laughed.

Conor carried in both suitcases, Brigitte carried in a big dog bed, keeping her right hand free, her gun hand I’d eventually learn. One of them always left their right arm free when they were with me.

In the house, Brigitte asked for my gun.

“Why?”

“I’m going to load it with silver bullets. If you have to shoot a human, silver will still kill him. If you have to shoot a werewolf, it has to be silver, or you’re probably dead. Most packs will want to keep you alive, but if you want to get paid, you need to breed with ours.”

I took it out of my purse and handed it over. She replaced the ammo and handed it back. Only one of the suitcases was clothes. The other one was a small armory. Two assault rifles, four automatic pistols, ammo for all of them.

The clothes did get put in the spare bedroom, even if no one planned to use the bed.

“Is it all right with you if we get naked?” Brigitte asked.

If I was going to hang around with werewolves, I suppose I should get used to them behaving like wolves. I sighed.

“Go ahead.”

The clothes came off, Brigitte putting them by the clothes washer for washing. Damn! They looked better naked than clothed. I doubted I’d make it a week before I was having sex with one or both. Brigitte looked no hairier than any other female. She did’t trim anything, so her underarms and pubic region both had soft-looking red hair. Like Rene, Conor was hairier than most men I’d seen naked, though his hair was black, not Rene’s brown. His cock, even flaccid, was six inches long, uncircumcised, thick and meaty. I felt my own arousal and I saw Conor sniff and then smile.

“I’d like to see both of you shift to wolves,” I said. “If I have to shoot a wolf, I’d like to know for sure it’s not one of you.”

Brigitte nodded and they both shifted. About a second for Brigitte, two for Conor. His shift was the first time I could actually note the changes taking place. The hair growth, the elongation of the nose and reforming of the bones. It was fast, but viewable. Brigittes was still too rapid to easily follow. I was staring at a rust colored wolf with a darker ruff around the neck, female, and a black wolf with almost a gray stripe on his back. Less black anyway. I tried to imprint what they looked like in case I saw any other wolves who didn’t look like them. Conor seemed to have a big grin on his face, even as a wolf, his tongue lolling out.

They both switched back to human form.

“When you go running in the morning, we’ll be running with you, one as a wolf, one human,” Brigitte said. “We’ll switch off, so people get used to seeing you with both a man and a woman, and know you have two different tamed wolves in your house. In wolf form, we’ll be tame and friendly. You can introduce us to the neighbors, so they know we’re not dangerous. Kids will be able to pet us.

“I’d like to start working with you on self defense for a few hours every day, since you don’t have a job at the moment. We’ll get you some silver weapons, knives and swords, though you’ll practice with steel so you don’t injure us permanently.”

“Okay. What do you want for food tonight?”

“Four pounds of raw hamburger would do for us,” Conor said. “You can eat whatever you want.”

“Apiece?”

“Two apiece,” Brigitte said, laughing.

“Aren’t you afraid of getting sick?”

“Think about that for a second,” Brigitte said.

“Oh, yeah. No diseases.”

“That’s right. Not even a cold.”

I took out two packages of hamburger to thaw, making up just under four pounds of meat. I fixed myself a salad due to all the meat I had at lunch. At supper, I asked Brigitte about the mate she had previously. She said she lost him when he attempted to challenge an older wolf. They didn’t often lose a wolf to a challenge, most wolves quitting when the weaker wolf submitted.

“Most fights aren’t to the death,” Brigitte said, “but the threat is always there. Quinn killed my mate, because he wanted to mate with me. He was constantly making me fuck him. He fucked me after the fight still bloody from my mate. He still fucks me every chance he gets. I fucking hate him. My worst nightmare is having to submit to him while I’m fertile and having to bear his get. I try to ensure he’s never around when I’m fertile. So far, I’ve been successful.”

“How long can you continue bearing young?”

“Until we’re around two hundred, sixty years of age. Male werewolves can reproduce for about another twenty years.”

“So you have to avoid him for the next two hundred years?”

“Exactly, although only about 130 for him. He’s 150 years old. Which is why I leaped at the chance to be your bodyguard. Keep me out of his line of sight for a good long while.”

“If he’s older than Rene, how come he’s not the leader of the pack?”

“It’s not just age, it’s craftiness and wisdom, and your ability to fight,” Conor said. “No one’s come close to defeating Rene in a challenge in the last ten years. Quinn has tried twice though. No one wants him as pack leader. As you can imagine from us needing you to breed werewolves for us, we’re not fond when someone like Quinn kills one of us. Phillipe was a good wolf with a great job that added to our coffers. Gaston pissed off a lot of wolves when he killed Phillipe. He has to order most wolves to fuck him, which makes him even nastier when he makes you submit.”

“Has he made you submit?” I asked.

“Once as a human when I had to suck his cock, once as a wolf, when he fucked my ass.”

“So you engage in anal sex?”

“Everything humans do, wolves do, particularly in human form,” Brigitte said. “Anal sex might be used to avoid children when we’re fertile.”

They spent a couple hours after supper, teaching me wolf language for danger, run, and a couple other common wolf phrases, like I’m hungry or I’m thirsty.

“No word for hide?” I asked.

“You can’t hide from a wolf,” Conor said. “We can smell where you are.”

“I’ve seen movies where you can throw off tracking dogs by putting pepper down. Can I do something similar with wolves?”

They looked at each other. “That might work,” Brigitte said, “if they’re tracking your scent on the ground. If you’re close enough to smell in the air, it probably wouldn’t.”

“Maybe I should put together a go bag for running out of here on short notice?” I suggested.

“It couldn’t hurt,” Conor said.

When it was time for bed, Conor showered first before shifting and padding down to the doggy bed at the foot of the stairs. Brigitte put an automatic pistol, a .45, under the bed. She watched me shower, then got in the shower herself, making me remain in the bathroom with the door locked while she washed, her automatic right beside the shower. She climbed into bed with me, and for close to an hour, I was awake, thinking of the beautiful warm body beside me. Brigitte seemed to give off more than human heat.