Authors: Emma Taylor
Of course, Jessica knew about the threesome, though Daisy wouldn’t talk about it. She wouldn’t even acknowledge it to Jessica – though she had made the phone call That Night – because then she could trick herself into thinking that Jessica didn’t know. And that, she thought, was better all around. So when Angela nodded – apparently more concerned with her own problems, thank God – and turned her head, Daisy was relieved.
There was no way to explain all of this without sounding completely insane, and Daisy didn’t like the idea of Angela looking at her like she needed a straitjacket. After drinks, Daisy walked home and lay on her bed, thinking about the Wolfish pleasure that she would soon be experiencing. There was still that tugging, that Mother-tugging, that told her not to be a slut, but she pushed it far back into her mind, far back where it couldn’t hurt her anymore, far back where she didn’t have to listen to its patronizing words of non-encouragement.
That night, she dreamed she was in a forest surrounded by darkness. And then out of the darkness, luminous: four great eyes. The eyes moved through the darkness towards her, and she couldn’t move. She was helpless. They moved closer and closer and then two great beasts – one with a tooth hanging around his neck; both with the same white-blue eyes – advanced upon her. She woke before they reached her.
She couldn’t sleep for a long time, and then, finally, when her eyes closed into oblivion, two pairs of white-blue eyes were imprinted upon her vision.
*****
For the rest of the week leading to the full moon Daisy maintained an exterior of cool nonchalance as best she could. She tried to mask her budding excitement under whimsical, pointless comments and everyday chitchat. She had dinner with Jessica – carefully avoiding the topic and redirecting the conversation – went to the cinema with Angela, spent the evenings in her books, or else going to the gym. But always, across the office, there was Dorian, sitting at his desk and smiling up at her every so often.
She hadn’t known that her relationship with Dorian had become gossip until Angela rung her up one day after work sounding breathless and excited: Angela in full-throttle Gossip-Queen mode. “Daisy,” she said. “Everyone at work thinks you and Dorian are going to become an item.”
That phrase… become an item… she hated it. What did it even mean? What were they going to do, coalesce into some inanimate object? You’re being too literary and literal, darling. It means everyone thinks you’re going to shack up and get married and have lots and lots of kids. Daisy tried to keep her voice level when she said: “Why do they think that?”
“It’s not hard to spot,” Angela said. “The looks across the office, the meetings in the hallways, the way you sometimes leave work together. It’s become the Topic of the Week.”
“I’d rather it didn’t,” Daisy muttered.
Daisy ended the call as diplomatically as she could without outright hostility; there was no reason, as far as she could see, why anybody in the office should care. But this was exactly what Mother had been talking about, wasn’t it? This was exactly what she had meant. She paced the apartment (which had become such a habit of hers lately that she would soon have no need of the gym) and pondered the whole messy thing. She needn’t worry about Angela, or anyone at the office. After all, they weren’t her, or Dorian, or Tooth, and so it was of no concern to them—
You’re going in circles, a voice said. It’s none of their business. Just leave it at that.
And so when the night of the full moon came around, Daisy did just that. She got ready for her appointment with the Wolves, dressing in what she thought was a sexy yet classy dress, and taking a taxi to the address written on the scrap of paper. The sun was setting as the taxi weaved through the traffic and pulled up outside of a one-story shack-like building on the outskirts of the city. It was a rough place – the abandoned buildings and graffiti on the walls told her that – and if ever Tooth and Dorian were going to betray her, kill her, or worse, this was it. And yet she felt oddly calm as she paid the driver and advanced upon the front door.
Before she could knock, Dorian pulled the door open and regarded her. Sweat stood on his forehead. From the back of the room, somebody – Tooth, it sounded like – groaned. “Come in,” Dorian said, with what seemed like a great effort at speech.
Daisy walked into the room and Dorian closed the door behind her. The shack was only one room, with a small hallway. The main area was divided into two sections: at the far end there was a cage, in which Tooth sat, his head pressed against the concrete of the unpainted wall; at the end nearest the door there was a clean-looking couch. Daisy allowed herself to be seated by Dorian in the couch and watched as he joined Tooth in the cage.
He locked the cage behind him and then threw the key onto the couch. “You are in control now,” he said, smiling, and then fell back with Tooth.
They both lay there, groaning and writhing. “Is it happening?” Daisy said, feeling exceedingly silly but needing to know for sure. “Is it happening right now?”
“Yes,” Dorian said. “The moon is rising. In about an hour we will have changed.”
“And then?” Daisy said, voice small.
“And then you either leave or open the cage and come to us. It is up to you. I told you: we would not make you do anything unless you wanted to do it.”
Daisy fingered the key – small and cold and full of power – and watched in silence for fifteen minutes as Tooth and Dorian whined in more and more wolf-like tenors. She inspected the bars and decided that they were strong enough to hold a full-grown silverback gorilla.
Let’s hope these two Wolves are weaker than a gorilla then, shall we, just in case we want to back the way up, up, out of the door and all the way back to our normal, mundane life.
Another fifteen minutes passed; the capital-T Transformation started.
Daisy watched in horror and insatiable curiosity as the men became Wolves: their backs arched and their bones extended and hair sprouted all over their bodies. Daisy looked to the walls, and saw that they were padded in thick material, sound-proofed. It was a good thing, too, because the men screamed and roared like true animals now. When the Transformation was complete, two Wolves stood in the cage, upright, a little over eight feet, their bodies rippled with powerful animal-muscle, their eyes a lighter white than she’d thought possible in eyes.
Daisy let out a small whimper as Tooth – he still had the pendant around his now-hairy neck – walked to the edge of the cage and sniffed. He tilted his head at her, completely ignoring Dorian. Apart from the tooth, she knew who was who because Wolf-Dorian had thick brown hair whereas Wolf-Tooth had thick black hair. Soon Dorian had joined Tooth at the edge of the cage and they both stood there, snouts extended, staring at her, into her.
“Do you—” She coughed, cleared her throat. “Do you—know me?” she managed.
There were no words. Of course there aren’t. Wolves can’t talk, silly. But they did a sort of nod-growl, a low throaty sound of ascent. On shaking legs Daisy climbed to her feet and walked as close to the cage as she dared to get right now: about five feet away. The Wolves leaned on the bars, their immense shoulder muscles bulging under their skin. Then she touched the key, moving her forefinger over the indentations. They looked eagerly at the key. Daisy saw understanding in their eyes, and longing: a pure, inhuman, animal urge.
She was about to open the door when something inside her screamed out: No, don’t! Are you crazy? You don’t know what they’ll do to you when you get in there. They could do anything! They could kill you, Daisy! Disastrous: Daring Daisy Dies Dutifully without Daylight. Can’t you see it, plastered all over the news? And what’s more… if you go in there and they hurt you – even kill you – you’ll get them in trouble, maybe even killed. Just leave them for the night. Come back when they’re human.
So why wasn’t she turning away? She looked down at the key, and then up at the simple, animal want in the four eyes before her.
She stepped forward. The Wolves growled, low, excited. She took another step forward. Their growls stopped and they started to lick their lips, around their snouts.
She sighed deeply. She put the key in the lock.
She turned it.
*****
Tooth was the first to come to her. Daisy had hardly stepped into the cell when he was sniffing her neck, her arms, her legs, everything. He bent down and sniffed her thighs, and then went higher and began to sniff her vagina. At the same time Dorian walked around behind her and licked her neck. His tongue was big and warm: almost hot. He licked her neck over and over, growling all the while. Tooth clawed at her legs, but softly, leaving very faint marks on her legs that hurt not one bit.
Then he clawed her underwear down and craned his neck back and howled softly. Daisy didn’t know if she was horny or not until Tooth began to lick her clit with his tongue: big and warm like Dorian’s. He lapped at her clit like a real-life wolf lapping at water, like he was hungry for its taste. Daisy put her hands on his thick-muscled, hair-covered shoulders. She had seen his teeth – rows and rows of chunky crushing machines – and yet she felt more than comfortable having his face down there.
He kept licking her for over ten minutes, just licking and licking like it was the only thing he wanted to do in the world. Then he stood upon his hind legs, his tooth pendant bobbing up and down on his bulging chest, and walked behind her. Daisy saw what he meant to do – Dorian had moved around to her front and had started licking her breasts through her dress – and decided that this would be the real test of their semi-sentience. She took a condom from her cleavage and held it up to him. He growled softly, but nodded. Daisy quickly put the condom on his huge cock (it had gotten bigger in the Transformation, and she was glad she had bought the big condoms). He waited patiently, and then—
Dorian ripped her dress away, revealing her bra, and then he tore her bra away like it was made of paper. Her breasts spilled free and he hunched over with a soft growl and began licking her nipples. Then Tooth was inside of her, mounting her like an animal, pushing his cock deep, deep into her vagina, deeper than she’d ever been fucked. He placed his hairy forearms on her back, pushing her down, and she let herself be pushed to the ground. She bent over with her ass bared, pushed up, jolting back between Tooth’s powerful thrusts and Dorian’s tongue.
Then Dorian stood before her, and his cock, hard and proud, was before her. She took it in her mouth, ignoring the wolf-hairs, and sucked it. Behind her, Tooth was grunting loudly, and when she took Dorian’s cock in her mouth, he threw his head back and howled. She braced her hands on his marble-hard thighs and sucked even harder, pushing her head down as far as she could. Her sweet spot was on fire now, and before she knew it—she was coming, all over Tooth the Wolf’s hard cock. She sucked Dorian’s cock so hard as she came she was surprised it didn’t hurt him, and then she fell forward.
But Tooth didn’t know or care that she’d come. He flipped her with one powerful hand-paw so she was looking up at him. She watched each powerful muscle as the thrusts made them tense and pulsate. Dorian knelt down beside her and licked her breasts, her face, her ears: everything. She reached up and touched Tooth’s chest, and then it was his turn to howl. He had been pounding into her harder than any human man could fuck, and now he fucked her even harder, forcing his cock deep into her sweet spot. He howled at the ceiling and then his cock began to wilt. He slid out of her and walked to the other side of the room, growling softly.
Daisy got to her feet and looked around to see Dorian on his back, nodding with his snout to his cock. Daisy didn’t hesitate; she walked to where he lay and crouched over him. She quickly put the condom on and then, carefully – her vagina was still aching – she lowered herself onto the Wolf’s cock, until she could feel it pushing deep inside of her: deep into her sweet spot, spreading her lips. She let out a moan and the Wolf placed his paws on the ground and thrust upwards. Tooth walked around the side of them and watched with curious, eager eyes.
Daisy bounced harder and harder down on his cock, pushing herself down with all the force she could summon. She pushed and pushed and pushed, greedy for the pleasure each gyration gave her, pushing deeper and deeper onto his cock. She braced her hands on his chest, clawing at the fur, feeling half-wolf herself, feeling animalistic, wild. She locked eyes with him as she came, staring deep into the blue and imagining she was staring into a deep ocean somewhere. There was life behind the eyes – a hint of Man-Dorian – and a wild animal lust.
The orgasm surged through her and then Dorian was growling. He howled at the ceiling, his paws clawing on the carpet, leaving gouge marks on the floor. She loved the sound of that howl. It was crazy and amazing to think that she was producing that howl, that she, normal(ish) person that she was, could produce such pleasure in such a powerful Wolf.
Dorian’s cock wilted inside of her and she slid aside, too tired to do anything else. After a while the Wolves came to her and snuggled into her, docile and quiet now. They wrapped her in their bodies, until she was covered in fur and hard, welcoming muscle. She nuzzled her face into a piece of muscle-fur, smiling at the soft snore-growl the Wolf made.
Now what?
some dim, faraway part of her thought.
Am I a Jezebel, a slut, a whore, now?
But for some reason none of that mattered; all that mattered was that she could close her eyes in this warm Wolf embrace and let sleep take her.