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.
*****
When she woke – at 5.a.m, she saw, when she checked her phone – Dorian and Tooth lay beside her: human Dorian and Tooth. They snored lightly and looked almost childlike with their hands draped over her, their chests rising and falling in satisfied slumber. Daisy tried to sleep some more, but by half past five she knew it was no use. She got dressed and just watched them sleep for a while. She was too wired to sleep for herself. She had just had sex with Wolves!
It was madness, considering that not so long ago she hadn’t even known that Wolves existed, and now she had had sex with two of them. She tried to tell herself that it wasn’t all some mad dream – that she hadn’t gone completely crazy – but the telling was unnecessary. If this was a hallucination, it was so vivid, so real, that it might as well have been reality. I think, therefore I am, and all that.
Soon Tooth and Dorian were awake. They sat in silence for a time and then Tooth and Dorian got dressed. Then they all sat on the couch together, not having to speak. After a time, Dorian said: “Daisy, I have something to ask you.”
Daisy listened with as much attention as she could muster after such a night, but as he talked, she had no trouble mustering more. “Daisy,” he said. “I think you might have Wolf blood in you. That’s phrasing it wrong.” He pursed his lips. “I know you have Wolf-blood in you, or we wouldn’t have Scented you. But I think you have more Wolf-blood that we originally thought.”
“So?” Daisy said, unsure of where he was going with this.
“So,” he continued, as Tooth sat placidly by. “I think you may have enough Wolf-blood in you to be changed by the Council of the Brethren by the Old Way.”
Daisy giggled: couldn’t help but giggle. “And what’s the Old Way?”
“Wolves are made in the normal way, like we were,” Tooth said, in his slow melodic voice. “Or they have ancestors who were once Wolves, which means they can be changed by the Council in a ceremony that does not require them to be scratched or bitten or harmed in any way. Wolves of the Old Way can also change whenever they want, are faster than people, are more inhuman, I guess, than most Wolves.”
Daisy laughed uncomfortably. “Why are you telling me this?” she said. “Why would I want to be a Wolf?”
Dorian shrugged. “I just thought I’d let you know,” he said. “You should have the choice, should you not? And if you do decide you would like to become a Wolf Prime – that’s another name for Old-Way Wolves – then Tooth and I can take you to the Council.”
“What, so I can become a Wolf once a month?”
“Oh, but you’ll be so much more than that,” Tooth said. “I’m jealous. I’ll tell it true. I’m jealous. I wish I’d had Wolf-blood in me. But I hadn’t. My Maker checked.”
They parted soon after that, and Daisy gave it little thought until she was at work the next day. Become a Wolf? Ha, it was crazy! Why would she trade in her normal, plain life for the life of the Wolf? Why, indeed?
She had been feeling happy as she came into work that day, because she had seen Dorian through the window. She had been half-afraid he wouldn’t be there: that he had gotten what he wanted and would now return to wherever it was that Wolves roamed. But he was sitting there, talking on the phone. Daisy seated herself and was about to start work when she looked up at her computer screen – how had she not seen it before? – and saw that it was plastered in sticky-notes.
Childish writing was scribbled all over them, and she sat up and saw that some of the guys in the office were sniggering. They read: Lover girl; Sexy office girl gets taught a lesson; Can I have a go?; What’s so special about him?; To be fair, you have got a great rack. She cleaned the notes away calmly and put them in the bin, keeping the rage and resentment that was building behind her calm exterior locked safely away in some deep dark pit. The guys in the office looked annoyed when she didn’t react, and soon went back to work.
But all that day, Daisy was thinking on it, turning it over. This was the great Humanity then, was it? This was the men humanity had to offer? Enlarged schoolboys scrawling pathetic notes? Jealous sexless cretins with flaccid cocks and even more flaccid wit? This was what she was aligned with? If an alien race came down, she’d have to say: “Yes, we are the same species, he and I.” What sort of sick world made her share the same label as them?
And that’s when Dorian’s offer came back to her, so hard she was sure she might fall from her chair. She didn’t have to be the same species as these morons. Of course, it was a silly reason, really, to change one’s entire makeup. But why not? Why not say F-it and fly into the light of Something Else? Why not just break the whole damn parameter into so many pieces her mother’s voice would never be able to return to her?
She paced across the office to where Dorian sat. “I’ve thought it over,” she said, ignoring the eyes that surrounded her, seeming to scream at her. “I want to become a Wolf,” she went on, heart thumping. “I want to become a Wolf. I don’t want anything to do with humanity anymore. I want to distance myself. I’ve been divorced twice, my mother was—wasn’t well. These…” And she swept her hand around the office. “These are the men of my species, and you are the men of the Wolves. I would much rather have you for kin. When can we leave?”
He was looking at her with more seriousness than she’d ever seen on his face. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she said. “I’m certain.”
He rose to his feet. “Then we can leave right now,” he said. “We’ll pick up Tooth on the way.”
*****
That night, a casual observer might have seen a woman and two men drive West out of the city, going a leisurely speed; because these people were in no rush. The observer may or not may have seen the expression of complete calm on the woman’s face. The observer may or may not have seen that the man with the tooth around his neck and the long black hair was looking longingly up at the not-quite-full moon.