Keywords: Transformation, Magic, Adult
Species: Werewolves
Werewolves Within
By Wolphin


I took my girlfriend, Cathy, to see American Werewolf in Paris the 
other day.  I was actually a little surprised she agreed to see 
it.  It wasn't exactly what I'd define as a 'chick flick' but I 
had been with her to see some of those period dramas and I figured 
she owed me one.

As it turned out, she really enjoyed it.  Well, bits of it.  As I 
was driving back in the car she was complaining how werewolves 
always got the raw deal.

"They are always the baddies," she began.  "Why can't they be the 
goodies for once?  I mean, why do they have to go around eating 
humans?  What is wrong with a nice hunk of venison from the 
forest?  Thats what normal wolves do, why can't werewolves do 
that?  Oh, and they never get a wolf looking right on screen.  A 
werewolf wouldn't look like that."

But this stage we had reached the house and as I fumbled with the 
keys for the door I asked her what exactly would a werewolf look 
like.

"Well, not that," she said.  "Its hard to explain, but they would 
sort of have three forms - human, wolf and a cross between the 
two."

"Oh," I replied.  "A bit of a closet werewolf freak are we?"

She looked at me with her large brown eyes and grinned 
mischievously.

"I have done some research," she admitted.

That was the end of that conversation and I quickly forgot it.  
Then, the memory of it cropped up a month or two later while we 
were camping. 

We had hiked down to an isolated spot I know on a river.  Its 
about 10km from the nearest farm, with a great little fishing 
spot.  We set up a small camp in a clearing and I proceeded to 
catch a nice size trout for tea.  That evening we cuddled around 
the campfire, softly talking to each other as night descended.  
Slowly a full moon rose above the clearing, bathing all in a 
silverly blue light.

"Full moon," I said to no one in particular.  "Better watch out, 
the wolves will be out tonight..."

Cathy giggled and playfully thwapped me with a cushion. 

"Silly, we live in Australia..."

I squirmed out of her reach and stumbled towards the tent.

"I'm going to bed," I said.  "I'll be up early in the morning, 
trying for that lunker fish which got away from me today."

Cathy gave me a little wave, "Ok, I'm going to stay out here a 
while longer and look at the stars.  I'll see you later tonight."

I unzipped the tent, found my sleeping bag and quickly crawled 
inside, drifting off to sleep within moments.

I awoke late the next morning, with the sun already streaming into 
the tent's small window.  There was no sign of Cathy, but I did 
not pay that much heed, she often got up before me.  I unzipped 
the bag and let out a soft groan as the morning chill caressed my 
skin.  Quickly I grabbed my clothes and climbed into them, pulling 
on my boots as I left the tent.

As I exited I noticed Cathy's sleeping bag looked as if it had not 
been touched, but also dismissed it - she was incredibly neat.  I 
grabbed my rod, a box of lures and headed for the river.  It was 
only a short walk and I stumbled through the underbrush onto the 
river bank and found myself staring at a very naked Cathy.

She was lying on a patch of sandy bank, in a sliver of sunlight.  
As I saw her I let out a gasp.  Her eyes flicked open and her head 
turned towards me.

"Cath..." I began.  

"Morning," she interrupted.  "Just stopped by for an early bath."

"Oh," I murmured.

She flashed her cheeky grin at me and stood up.

"I love being out in the middle of no where... Its so... 
liberating."

Yes, I could see that.

"Well, I'll find some breakfast."

And with that, she disappeared into the greenery, looking all the 
world like a forest dryad.

This left me alone with my thoughts, so I did what any sane man 
would - I went fishing, pondering over recent events.

It was around that time which I began to recollect our previous 
conversation about werewolves.  It was a stupid thought, but 
somehow it kept coming back haunt me and I couldn't shake it.

I suppose what really cemented the idea in my head was finding the 
dead kangaroo.  I have found dead roos before, but never one this 
fresh.  It must have been killed only a few hours before and 
whatever had done it had made short work of the body.  The carcass 
had been stripped pretty well clean.  

"Foxes," was my first thought, but there was something wrong.  
There was a muddy patch of ground nearby and the tracks of one 
animal could be clearly seen in it.  Big, very big.  Too big to be 
a fox.

"More like a dog," I thought. "...Or a wolf..."

Lost in my own thoughts I wandered back to the camp, passing the 
patch of sand where I found Cathy.  By chance I noticed the same 
set of foot prints leading onto the sand.  Interested, I looked 
around.  They led right up to the patch of sand where she lay 
down, you could see where the ground had been disturbed around the 
impression of her body.  Then there was one set of human tracks 
leading away.

The only other set of tracks on the bar were my own.  The rest was 
smooth white sand.  A cunning canine which back-tracked?  Or one 
of use just happened to walk over its tracks?

No, this was something different.

In silent contemplation I made my way back, thinking of Sherlock 
and his "when all else is eliminated..." approach.  Upon reaching 
the tent, Cathy looked up from beside the fire.

"Whats up?" she asked in response to the perplexed look on my 
face.

"Oh, nothing much," I lied.  "I just found a dead roo by the 
river.  It wasn't there yesterday.  I was just wonder how it got 
there and what killed it."

"Probably a fox," she replied.

"No, I don't think so.  The footprints around it were too big.  
And the roo was pretty big - whatever brought it down would have 
need to be large.  Thats not all, I followed the tracks back up 
the sand bank where I found you this morning and they lead on to 
it, but not off of it."

"Strange," she said.

"Yes," I nodded.  "But now that I think about, there were no 
tracks of you going onto the sandbank, or into the water."

I looked up at her.  "What is going on?"

She looked back.  "What do you mean?"

"Last night you didn't sleep in you bed.  I find you beside the 
river naked this morning?  Care to explain?"

Cathy looked directly at me.

"Ok," she began.  "I'll tell you, but hear me out and don't laugh.  
After that you can make your own opinions."

I nodded.

"Well, Brian... you see, I'm a werewolf."

I think I handled it rather well.  I lifted one eyebrow (something 
I am proud to be able to do) and said "really?"

"Yes," she replied.  "I am a werewolf and have been since around 
about sixteen."

"Sixteen?  Ummm, some sort of family curse?"

"No, but that is about when the hormones kick in.  And don't 
worry, I don't turn into the raging beast you see on the movies.  
I still know who and what I am.  I just sort of grow fur and 
occasionally howl at the moon."

I giggled.  I couldn't help it.

"Oh come on Cath," I said.  "You expect me to believe that you are 
a werewolf and that every full moon you go romping around the 
countryside?"

"No," she said getting defensive.  "I don't usually romp around 
the countryside and I don't change with a full moon.  I can change 
whenever I like."

"Oh really?" I relied doing my eyebrow thing again.  "Ok then, 
show me."

This sort of enraged her somehow.  

"You don't believe me?" she almost shouted.  "Ok, I'll change for 
you."

With that she began pulling off her clothes.  I leant back against 
a convenient tree and watched her, enjoying the show.  Soon she 
was naked again and, with a last glance at me, she closed her 
eyes.

By this stage I was grinning away like an idiot, wondering what 
someone watching would think.  I had just accused my girlfriend of 
18 months of being a werewolf.  She had admitted she was and was 
now naked on front of me with her eyes closed.  

"Almost like some kinky game," I thought to myself.

Then Cath let out a low moan.  Sweat began to form on her forehead 
and her arms began to shake.  I sat up and looked closer, from my 
position it almost looked as if her skin was getting darker.

"Trick of the light," I thought.

But it continued to get darker, I felt myself twitch as a cold 
sweat ran across my body.  By now it was quite clear Cathy was 
definitely shades darker and I could see that this was caused by 
fine hair sprouting from her arms.  As I watched, it grew longer 
and thicker, quickly transforming her from her usual human pink to 
dark grey / brown colour.  I also began to notice muscles rippling 
under her skin, her biceps bulged and her neck thickened.  The 
change rippled down her body, I watched her human breasts shrink 
into her body and noticed the small mounds of four other nipples 
form below them.  

Her legs grew muscles which would have put Iron Men to shame and 
behind her I could see what must be a tail, twitch.  Her foot 
reshaped itself somehow, I'm not sure exactly, but I do remember 
watching her painted red toe nails being pushed out, replaced by 
claws of polished ebony.  

I moved my gaze back up her body, watching her hands being 
replaced with sharpened talons, similar to her feet.  A sharp 
intake of breathe drew my gaze to her head which she threw back.  
Then with barely a pause she let out a howl which would have woken 
the dead.  At the same time, her mouth flowed outwards into a 
muzzle.  I watched in silence as her teeth grew into sharp ivory 
fangs.  

Her ears slid up towards the top of her head and her eyes faded 
from their usual light brown to a pale grey.  She turned to look 
at me and in an inhuman grown announced "One..."

Then she knelt down onto all fours and her hands and feet began 
changing some more.  It was about then I decided that perhaps this 
would not be the best place to be.  I staggered to my feet and 
with out looking backwards fled into the bush.  Behind me I heard 
a warning growl, but there was no way I was going to stop.

It did not take long before I could hear twigs snapping underfoot 
as what had been my girlfriend gave chase.  I ran on blindly, not 
caring where I was going as long as it was away from what was 
behind me.  

I never saw the tree branch.  Not until it was too late.  It got 
be directly across the temple, lifted me off my feet and threw me 
flat on my back.  I saw stars, heard bells and let out a loud 
groan.

I sensed rather than heard something near me.  Then I felt its 
warm breath on my cheek.  Tentatively I opened my eyes.  They 
focused on grey fur, black nose and a mouth with a red tongue 
grinning at me.  I closed my eyes again and waited for something 
to happen.  

I was surprised when I felt the wolf straddling my chest and a 
rough tongue being licked up the side of my face.  I open my eyes 
and looked at a very large wolf licking at the wound at my head, I 
tried to get up and it let out a low warning growl and nosed at my 
head, its heavy frame sinking lower onto my chest.  I closed my 
eyes and gave up.

Then I felt the weight change.  The hairs which had been pricking 
at my neck vanished and the weight spread down my body.  I opened 
my eyes again and was looking at Cathy.

"Silly Brian," she scolded from my chest where she was lying.  "I 
told you I know who I am - why did you have to run?  Now I'll have 
to carry you back to the camp."

She said something else, but I have no idea what it was, since at 
that point I lost consciousness and everything faded to black.  I 
do remember being carried by something, it was big and warm and 
soft, but somehow not right.

I awoke sometime later, lying on top of an open sleeping bed, with 
something warm and soft pressed against me.  I tentatively open my 
eyes and looked at the furry bundle beside me.  A silvery eye 
looked back.

"Cath..?" I ventured.

The huge head nodded slowly.

I closed my eyes, lay back and took a deep breath.  This was going 
to take a lot of getting use to, but I could go through the 
ramifications in the morning.  Right now my head hurt too much and 
I wanted to sleep.  I rolled over and placed an arm over Cathy's 
fur and pressed myself close to her warmth, my breathing slowly 
relaxing.  As I drifted into unconsciousness I can remember 
feeling the werewolf wrap a protective arm around me, to protect 
me in my sleep.

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Brian looked so peaceful lying there, I hope there was no lasting 
damage.  Closing my eyes, I willed myself back to my human form.  My 
fur sliding back into my skin always made me shiver, but it never 
lasted for long.  As nice as it was, my werewolf form was not really 
designed for delicacy and finesse.  For that I needed to be my human 
self.

Opening my eyes I looked down in time to see my talons pulling back 
into my hand and fading to their usual nondescript translucent white 
fingernails on very ordinary pink hands.  Wrapping a robe around my 
now hairless, and hence cold, body I crawled from the tent.

The camp site was a bit of a mess, partially from where I had changed 
the first time, then, when I chased off after Brian I had knocked the 
table over and when I carried him back I seemed to have taken out the 
remainder of what was standing.  Slowly, I began to clean the mess 
up.

It took me a good hour to get some semblance of order back, then I 
lit the camp fire and began preparing some dinner.  For a moment I 
was tempted to change and go after another kangaroo, but last night 
had been an accident.  I was loping through the bushes and came 
across it suddenly.  Naturally, it had panicked and tried to get 
away, unfortunately it slipped and slammed into a fallen tree before 
falling over a drop and onto a pile of rocks.  

I thought it was dead, but it was still clinging to life, but it was 
clear it would never move again.  I put it out of its misery and my 
wolven instincts took care of the rest.  I never got any pleasure in 
killing another living animal.  Occasionally I would take off to the 
forests for a night and hunt down rabbits or foxes, they were 
introduced vermin, so I thought that was all right, but my human side 
still rejected it.  I thought it was a waste of life and very messy, 
I would get covered in blood and had to follow yesterday's little 
exploits with a bath in the river.  That was one of the reasons why I 
was lying on the sandbank when Brian found me.

Brian, my thought kept coming back to him.  What was he going to do.  
I mean, he literally fled into the bush when he saw me change.  It 
was quite funny really, him running at full pelt through the 
underbrush with me loping along a little way behind him.  Then he hit 
the branch and went down like a tonne of bricks.  He was pretty badly 
hurt, but I think he will snap out of it.  

At the moment I am more concerned with what he will think of me.  In 
the tent, he seemed to be relatively relaxed, but that could be the 
blow to the head.  We will need to talk once he is better.

The sun slowly set and the day faded to night, clearing once again 
bathed in the silvery light of the full moon.  It was strange, humans 
believed the full moon was the time of the wolf.  In a matter of 
speaking it was, but this was because it was lighter and they could 
see better.  Luckily, there was no effect of it upon myself.  
Although, on nights like this, with still forests and uncharted 
territory, the wanderlust was strong.

A moan from the tent brought me to my senses.  It was Brian, 
obviously in pain.  I quickly hurried to the tent and crawled inside.  
Using a torch I looked him over.  The lump on his head had gone down 
slightly and the cut across his temple looked as if it was several 
days old.  I suppose something should have clicked then, but it 
didn't.  I gently place my hand on his forehead.  He was running a 
high fever, sweating and in my unprofessional opinion, was generally 
in a bad way.

I unzipped his sleeping bag and opened it to expose him to the chill 
of the night air.  In the process I pulled of his sweat soaked shirt 
and jeans.  That was when I noticed the fur.  

It was definitely fur.  No man is that hairy.  It currently covered 
his shoulders, chest and was slowly descending on his body.  I was 
confused.  It looked as if he was undergoing a change, but he was not 
of my kind.  This was not possible.  

Then I looked up at his tortured face and noticed the cut.  The cut I 
had licked in my wolven form.  Somehow, I must of infected him.  My 
saliva had mixed with his blood and now he was changing too.  I had 
never thought it was possible, that a bite from a werewolf was enough 
to change someone, I thought it was just a myth, like most of the so 
called facts about me, but what is there was some truth to it.  What 
if it was a virus of some description, able to spread through bodily 
fluids, like AIDS.  Not for the first time, I cursed my lack of 
knowledge of myself.

Nothing like this had happened when we had kissed or had sex, maybe 
it was only through direct contact or perhaps all those other times 
his body had be exposed little by little until today when it reached 
saturation point?  Whatever the reason, it was clear to me he was now 
changing.  I knew from experience, the first change is the longest 
and hardest, as different instincts battle for control of your body.  
Tonight was going to be a long night for us both.

I left his side for a moment to grab a bucket, some water and a towel 
which I used to wet his brow, while I murmured soothing words in his 
ear.  I have no idea if they worked.  Sometimes he would seem to 
calm, then suddenly his body would contract and he would let out a 
loud moan, other times, there was no reaction at all.

His fur continued to grow down his body, covering his skin in a 
familiar silvery grey colouring.  Then his physical frame began to 
adjust.  I could hear the bones and ligaments creak, pop and crackle 
as they bent and reshaped themselves.  It started at his feet, that 
awful stretching as his ankle moved away from his toes.  His toes 
grew longer and his talons pushed out behind his toenails.  Hie legs 
continued to reshape themselves, muscles moving under his skin, bones 
strengthening and his pelvis adjusting itself to carry his new shape.

He let out another moan and his spine lengthened into a tail, worming 
itself into existence between his legs.  I continued to watch, 
somewhat embarrassed as a sheath grew around his member and his 
testicles were covered with a dark furry sack.  The change continued 
up his chest, new muscles rippling under the skin, up to his 
shoulders.  If anything, he would be able to put most body builders 
to shame.  

At this stage, his arms did not change much.  I knew they stayed 
similar to a human, bones thickened, they grew stronger and his hands 
became slightly less functional as another set of talons protruded 
from his finger tips.  For a moment, all was still, then tendons 
began to grow around his neck.

He opened his mouth and let out a loud howl of pain as his teeth 
pushed themselves out, drawing his mouth and nose into a muzzle.  
Fangs pushed their way through his gums and another howl escaped his 
lips.  This time somewhat deeper and more reverberating than the 
first.  His ears slid up towards the top of his head and his eyes 
faded to a very inhuman grey colour.

With another moan his body almost collapsed back onto the mattress 
and he lay still.  His large furry hand, still grasped against mine 
where I had unconsciously grabbed it sometime during the change.  
Slowly, his breathing slowed and he slipped into a deep sleep and I 
crawled from the tent.  

I poked at the ashes of the fire and realised at least three hours 
had passed, but he seemed to have gotten through the worst of it.  On 
a physical level anyway, how he was mentally was anyone's guess.  I 
through some more wood on the fire and stared at the flames, lost in 
my own thoughts.

A soft whine pulled my back to reality and I jerked around to look at 
the tent.  By the light of the flames stood a large wolf, pawing at 
the mosquito netting of the tent.

"B..Brian?" I muttered hesitantly.

The wolf nodded its large head and pawed one more at the netting.

Reaching over, I quickly unzipped the flap and he squirmed through 
the opening.  He was a magnificent beast.  A pale silvery grey 
colour, similar to myself, with those haunting wolven eyes which can 
peer into your very soul and so big.  He was huge!

Tentatively at first, but then with growing confidence, he gently 
stepped around the campsite on wobbly legs.  Soon he had mastered the 
art of four legs and was prancing about the clearing, occasionally 
loosing the knack and falling in a heap.  I could not help myself 
giggling at his antics.

Eventually he returned and lay beside the fire, watching me with his 
impassive eyes.  I wondered what he saw.  As he lay there, his paws 
slowly reformed themselves, his spine straightened and his face 
pulled back to something vaguely more human.  

He grinned.  Although to anyone else, they probably would have taken 
off into the night when they saw his sharpened teeth.

"So," he managed to growl.  "I like you now?"

He looked a little confused at the deep gravelly voice coming from 
deep within himself, but then his tongue lolled from his mouth in 
another grin.

"Yes," I nodded.  "You are like me."

With a sigh, I felt the events of the previous days descend on me and 
I almost fainted.  He was on his feet and beside me in an instant.  
Gently holding me in his paws, guiding me back to the tent, where he 
wrapped a furry limb around me and I drifted off to sleep.  My last 
thought was of how easy it is for the protector to become the 
protected.

I awoke sometime late the following morning.  The sun was high 
overhead and birds sang in the trees.  Brain was still wrapped around 
me, but very much human.  I slowly squirmed out from under him, 
awaking him in the process.

"Sorry," I whispered.  "Didn't mean to wake you."

"Nahh," he muttered sleepily.  "I was about to get up."

I grinned and climbed out of the tent, stretching in the sunlight.  
He followed me out a few minutes later.

He sat on a log and I could see him thinking things over.  I decided 
not to say anything until he asked.

He looked at me a little perplexed.  "You're a werewolf aren't you?" 
he asked.

"Yes," I replied.

He seemed a little relieved at that, although he paused before 
asking, "And I'm one too?"

I nodded slowly.  Again he seemed relieved.

He sat there for a while longer and I prodded some life back into the 
fire.  

"So how does it work?" he asked suddenly.

I looked up, "What, being a werewolf?"

He nodded.

"Well," I slowly replied.  "Its a little different to being human.  
And its not like the movies.  You do heal faster, but that is just a 
faster metabolism.  And a silver bullet would probably kill you, then 
again a standard lead one would probably be just as effective.  Also, 
up until yesterday I would have said a bite wouldn't pass it on, but 
now I'm not so sure.  As for control, you have it pretty well all of 
the time.  I find that if I need it, my wolf's instincts are just 
below the surface, not trying to take over, but more like provide 
support if I need it.  And like I said yesterday, you don't need to 
worry about going hairy at a full moon."

He nodded again, "So, how do you change then?"

"Me?  Most of the time I just think about what I want to become and 
let my body do the rest.  With practise, you should find it does not 
take that much concentration.  Assuming you are like me, you also now 
have three forms.  Human, wolven and wolf.  Wolven is sort of a 
combination between the two.  However, you should also be able to 
change individual parts of yourself."

I looked up to find Brian staring at his hand.  Slowly, his talons 
slid from his fingers and fur grew along the top of hand, the 
underside turning to leather pads.  The fur stopped part-way up his 
arm, while the bones began to reshape themselves.

"Cool," he managed to mutter.  

Then he lost his concentration and his hand quickly shifted back to 
its usual human form.

He looked a little disappointed and I giggled before beginning to 
rummage through the packs for some coffee.

I stopped when I heard an "Oh wow!" being murmured behind me.

I turned around to find Brain peering down the front of his robes 
with a look on his face, stuck between horror and pleasure.  

"Brian!" I almost screamed and I grabbed a potato from the top of a 
pack, hurling it at him.  "That's disgusting."

He let out an "ow" and rubbed his shoulder where I got him with the 
potato.  He looked at me sheepishly.

"Sorry," just checking some minor details.  "Just wanted to make sure 
everything still worked."

"Does it?" I countered slyly.

"Not sure," he responded.  "You sort of interrupting before things 
begun to get interesting."

I resumed my rummaging, but not before adding, "Well, we can see 
about that later..."

I could not see him, but I knew Brian suddenly had a grin from ear to 
ear.

***

Epilogue.

That camping trip was about six months ago.  Since then everything 
has gone relatively smoothly.  We did have some complains from the 
neighbours about some unruly dogs in our backyard.  But the Ranger 
could not find any evidence of them and we have never owned any.  
However, that relatively close call was enough for us.  We have just 
moved to a little place in the country.

It is very secluded.  Completely surrounded by State Forest and 
National Parks.  The agent was amazed we were interested in the 
place, but we love it.  We also seem to be fitting into the local 
community quite well.  Everyone seems to have something to hide, but 
everyone gets on relative well.  

Brian swears he has seen strange things wandering through the forest.  
From his description, they sounded like centaurs.  But centaurs don't 
exist, then again, neither do werewolves...

The End...for now... 

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