Resting During a Road Trip - Part 2

 

As you walk to the hotel, you ask, “You are really a lawyer?”

He smiles, baring his fangs a bit. “Of course. Aren’t attorneys thought of as ‘greedy blood suckers’?” He winks and extends his hand for you to take.

When you do, you notice that it’s cool to the touch. “Wow, did the restaurant air conditioning chill you that much?”

“Betty really hasn’t taught you much about us has she?” He asks as he kisses the back of your hand. His cool lips feel strange but they seem to stir the sleeping wolf.

“When we get to my room, you can tell me more.” You say kissing the back of his hand and playfully licking it. You taste and smell the remnants of the sauce even though he wiped his hands clean. The wolf senses are keen tonight.

Once you are in your room, He lays the sportscoat he’s been carrying, across the back of a chair. His voice fills your mind. “Please sit on the bed. Before we do anything tonight, I want to help you with your mind speech.” It is a gentle request, like counselor or a therapist, asking you to take a seat. He pulls up the chair and sits on its edge as you sit on the bed, facing each other. “I want you to relax and open your mind.”

“Betty told me to think of a brick wall to keep out thoughts.”, you say aloud.

You feel his cold fingertips on your lips. “Shhh. No words only thoughts.” He silently says.

You nod and close your eyes. Imagining your mind to be open and that there is no more wall, you see him sitting in front of you completely naked. But your other senses tell you he hasn’t moved and is full clothed. For what seems to be hours, he teaches you how to more easily mind speak. He tries to have you create images and false memories, but that’s apparently only something that vampires do. At one point he tries to have you share true memories. That you can do, or maybe that was him pulling the memories, as he shared his with you. He wanted to know how you became a wolf and you shared those memories. In exchange, he shared how he became a vampire. It was sometime during the last century, when there was some sort of sickness going around. He was coughing and it was hard to breathe. You felt his heart almost stop, but an unfamiliar woman shared blood and brought him back to life. You see an old-time office with a plaque that says ‘Joshia Samuels, Attorney at Law’. “You were a lawyer in your previous life?” you mentally ask.

A warm chuckle fills your mind. “You caught me. Apparently, I’ve always been a greedy blood sucker.”

You open your eyes, and both of you are sitting exactly where you started. You on the bed, and him facing you in the chair. You glance at the clock in the room and about 30 minutes had gone by. “Wow! That’s more than I expected. I wonder why Betty never took time to show me any of this.” You stretch your legs, which feel like they have been in the same position for hours. He gets up and hands you a complementary bottled water from on the dresser.

“Here, slowly drink. We probably worked your mind harder than you thought possible. Betty might not be comfortable sharing her past. Opening your mind takes a lot of trust.” He slowly unbuttons his shirt, revealing a nicely toned chest. “Now that we exercised your mind, shall we exercise your body?” His voice is soft and husky as he slowly disrobes. 

The tingle from the sleeping wolf slowly moves through you. A sexual hunger grows as his scent gets stronger, Spiced wine and incense. You pull off your t-shirt, and show him your hard nipples. Stepping closer to him you want to kiss him, bite him, devour him.

Your body tingles with hunger and desire. You feel him in your mind, “That’s a powerful feeling.” Pulling him against you, your mouth presses hard against his. His lips are still cool against your skin, but desire has increased your heat, and as you hungrily kiss him, you feel him warming to your touch.

“You have no idea how powerful.” You think, as your tongue is his mouth. Spicy wing sauce adds a tang you hadn’t expected, but you like it. Reaching into his pants, you grip his hardening penis. It’s not fully hard. Not as hard as you want it, so you squeeze it. The wolf inside you is still asleep, but you feel wet with desire, the kind of desire you normally feel in full wolf form. You move from his mouth to his neck, nuzzling and nibbling on his skin. Your other hand grabs his bare back and slowly scratches down it.

He drops his pants. “Lie back on the bed. Let me lick your pussy so I get hard for you.”, and he puts the image of you lying on your back as he licks and suck you to an orgasm, an orgasm that you feel the echo of.

You grab a handful of his hair and pull his head back faster than he expects. “If you can use your mouth like that, then I’ll give you my hunger.” He kisses you hard, and pushes you onto the bed, and in one motion, pulls your shorts and panties off. His head is between your legs and you feel his mouth softly kiss your inner thigh. He is apparently trying to slow things down. Your mind is filled with his thoughts. His perspective. You smell your own damp pussy, and taste yourself on his tongue. At the same time you feel his teeth softly around your clit hood, in your mind you feel the clit between your teeth. Your head starts to spin. It’s like being two people at the same time. The feeling of his mouth, licking and sucking, working you to an orgasm, as you taste your excitement through him. You cum hard.

The wolf wakes. You pull him on you. “Fuck me now or I’ll eat you alive.” You smell surprise and fear on him. Your skin feels warm and starting to itch. “I’m not going to transform.” You say under your breath, as you feel him put his hard prick into you. The lust of the wolf fills your mind and blocks his shared thoughts. You wrap your legs around him and pull him tighter into you. His chest rubs against your nipples, as you scratch down his back again. He’s all the way in you and thrusting so he rubs your clit as he goes back and forth harder. You feel pleasure build again, and you grip his back as you cum this time. “On all fours” The wolf presses in your mind. “From behind. Like with the Pack.” You rarely feel the wolf inside of you fight so hard on a New Moon. But it is awake and horny. Joseph pulls out and helps you flip over. You don’t know if he climaxed. You don’t really care. You want him to fuck you from behind, hard and fast.

“Whatever you want.” You hear a distant voice say. The blood is pounding through your veins, as he grips your hips and thrusts deep and hard into you.

“Yes!” You scream. You squat down on your haunches so he has better access, pounding and trusting. You rock back and forth so hard, you don’t know he’s fucking you or you’re pleasuring yourself with him. It doesn’t matter. You feel teeth on the back of your neck as his fingers rub your clit. Both sensations push you over the edge again. The wolf howls in satisfaction.

Your breathing and heart rate slows, and you feel sweat on your skin. All good signs, as you roll over and sit up. The wolf is satisfied and drifting off to sleep.

“Is that what’s inside of you?” Joseph asks as he grabs a towel and wipes himself.

“Yes, what did you see and feel?” You ask, almost afraid of the answer. He gently flashes into your mind how you looked and felt to him. The physical image of you, mixes with the ghostly image of the wolf, clawing, biting, and howling.

“That’s why I bit the back of your neck. I didn’t draw blood, but put enough pressure for the wolf to enjoy.” He says with a wink and smile.

“Like the Pack does during our mating orgies.” You nod in understanding. “Did you finish? Or should I exert my humanity on you and focus on your pleasure?”

“This was a truly unique experience. Sharing a hot shower, wouldn’t be a bad way to finish, unless you are done with me and kicking me out?” He responds with another sly smile.

“The wolf is asleep, so a shower might do us both some good before I go to sleep too.” You say as you stand up, kiss him, and lead him to the bathroom.

The next morning you go to the hotel breakfast nook for the complimentary continental breakfast. Your senses are assaulted by eggs, French toast, bacon, and sausages, all in warming pans. There is fresh fruit, yogurt, and cold cereal too. You want something hot and full of protein, so you make up a plate with eggs, sausages, and bacon. You also grab some fruit too.

Betty is sitting by herself drinking a glass of juice, so you sit across from her. She smiles. “So you and Joseph had a good night?”

You get a slightly worried look, “Did he tell you…”

She reassuringly places her hand on yours. “No. You were both just mentally loud. Did you take down your wall?”

“Oh that’s why in the shower, he had me do the ‘think of a solid stone wall’ thing.” You say as you nibble on a strip of bacon.

“I enjoyed the howl. Both mentally and physically.” She winks and sips her juice.

Alice comes into the dining room, back in her blond teen aged girl form but looking sleepy and tired. She pours a tall cup of black coffee and slowly moves to your table.

On the television, the news is talking about the headlines. “In the latest update on the Billionaire Politician Pedophile scandal…”

“When we go ‘trolling for predators’ too bad we can’t take care of him.” You comment.

“Mmmmm. I know my kind tries to work quietly in the shadows but we could…” Betty starts to say.

“No. The Dark Lord says all politicians are off limits. They belong to him and we can’t touch them.” Alice says in a quiet tone as she sips her coffee. You don’t know if she is joking but both you and Betty look at each other and shrug.

“So why are you so tired?” you ask.

“Yes, where you were you all night?” Betty finishes

“In local news the police are searching for a man in a devil costume who terrorized teens last night.” The shaky cell phone images taken by teens playing a video game, show a large red demon with huge black horns scratching at a glass door, as his long, forked tongue licks it, and his groin area is pixelated. Another video shows him chasing screaming teens at a pool party. “Please contact the local police if you have any information about the incidents.”

Alice looks at the TV screen and wickedly smiles “I was a little busy. Some teens were trying to call a Demon, while playing a game. I thought I would give them what they wanted. After that, I just had a little more fun.”

“After breakfast, let’s check out and get back on the road.” Betty says like an irritated parent.

You nod, but smile “But if we need, I hear that Joseph Smith is a good local attorney.”

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Resting During a Road Trip - Part 1

How many months have you been on the road with them? Has it been two or three Moons? The Pack leaders would scold you for losing track of months, but in your defense, you can feel which time of the month it is. Between your natural body clock and the supernatural shifts with the full moon, you know what part of the month it is, you just have forgotten which month.

The air is still warm and pleasant as Betty continues to drive from small town to small town. You hadn’t been to this part of the country. When you left the mountains and forests, you came onto mostly straight ribbons of highway, cutting through farms, ranches, and orchards. It feels so good lying your head back on the seat, with the top down, letting your hair flow behind you. It’s almost like running in wolf form, but you cautiously guard your thoughts so Alice nor Betty scold you again about ‘thinking too loudly’.

It’s the New Moon. when have the most control over shifting. This week you can stay human if you want and even sleep in a bed. Maybe that’s what you need tonight? When Betty pulls into a truck-stop to refuel, and let Alice get some snacks, you ask her. “Betty? Do you have plans on where to stop for the night?”

She watches the readout on the pump and also keeps an eye on Alice. “Not Really. There is a good-sized town up ahead. I thought about calling ‘Al’ to see if there are any of my people here. I don’t want grab snacks in someone else’s territory.”

At that point Alice dances out of the convenience story with an armload of sugary drinks, candy, and beef sticks. She is dancing like a little kid, which with her blond hair and small frame, she could pass as, or maybe she shifted again to look younger and smaller?

“Alice. Did you pay for all that?” Betty asks as she finishes and puts away the nozzle.

“Yes, Mama Leech” she responds like a spoiled brat, and showing a hand full of bills and change. You look at her with a skeptical eye. “Where did you get the money?”

Before Alice can answer, Betty says. “Don’t ask, let’s just go.”

“Yes. I ha-ve my snacks! No-thing for the Leech and no-thing for the Wolf-ie.” Alice sings as she hops in the front passenger seat. You realize that Alice probably conjured up money. You aren’t sure how long a demon’s magic money lasts, but you agree with Betty and climb in back.

As the sun is going down, you see it shimmering on the wide river as you cross. You remembered that rivers were the economic lifeblood of countries in the past century but you had never crossed over one so wide. Looking out, you see small boats and barges moving up and down, but then you realize they must be huge because they are so far away on the river.

As much as you enjoy wolf form, you also enjoy evenings when you don’t have that hunger burning, nor the itching of your skin. When those feelings happen, transformation is the only thing that makes it better. But transforming is painful as it happens. Your bones snap and repair, your muscles stretch and rip, and hair grows everywhere. When the transformation is done, the pain is gone, but the hunger is there. It is nice to have a night without it. The Pack leaders taught you that as you age, you will control it better, and deal with it easier. But on Full Moon nights, you almost lose all control. No sleeping in a bed on those nights.

The sky goes from blue, to light orange, and eventually to purple as the almost invisible circle of moon sets on the horizon along with the sun.

Betty pulls up to a chain motel. Not too fancy and not too cheap. “Do they have any available rooms?” you ask. 

Betty smiles. “You really weren’t paying attention while I was driving, were you?”

You shake your head as you grab your backpack.

“I called ‘Al’ while I was driving and asked him for a hotel and some local contacts. He made the reservations, and would get back to me later with the rest.”

“Do you trust Alice in a room of her own?” you ask looking to the demon who now looks like a 10-year old boy eating a chocolate bar.

‘He’ holds out his hand to Betty. “I want to stay in your room Mommy. Big Sister smells funny, like a wet dog.” ‘He’ then sticks his tongue out at you, which is still long and forked. You shake your head following them in. Betty gives the front desk her information, and confirms two room, next to each other. One with two double beds and one with a single queen. “I wanna be a queen.” Alice says like a spoiled brat.

You look at ‘him’. “Little Brother, only girls can be queens, you would have to be a king.” As the woman behind the front desk smiles and hands Betty the room keys.

In your head you hear very loudly “I know all about Queens. I’ve known many a boy or man who was a queen.”

You take your card from Betty and go to your room. Alice starts skipping still holding on to Betty’s hand “I’m gonna be a Queen, I’m gonna be a Queen.” ‘He’ sings.

As you get to your room, you look at them, “So shall we meet up for dinner?”

“Not tonight Lucy. When ‘Al’ calls me back, I might be busy.”

“And what about ‘Little Brother’” you ask.

“I’m going out to pla-y and you’re not in-vi-ted.” ‘He’ sings.

“Whatever.” You respond.

Your room is the standard hotel room, with a queen bed, small bath room, mini-fridge, and other amenities. You sniff the air, smelling cleanser, and fresh laundry. As you put your pack on the bed, you notice the small binder, with the hotel’s name on the cover. Aside from the TV channel list and miscellaneous phone numbers, you find a list of local restaurants and a strip-map. Apparently there is a national chain wing place, and the usual other fast food restaurants all within walking distance. “Chicken wings and a beer. I like the sound of that.” You say aloud to yourself. “But let’s grab a shower first.”

Stripping off your t-shirt, jeans, and underwear, you throw them into a laundry bag. “I’ll ask Betty about hitting a laundromat again.” There are times when you wished you had Alice’s powers. She creates whatever clothing she wants to wear, and changes her looks to fit her mood. Tonight a 10-year old boy, tomorrow a 65-year old woman, or whatever she thinks will be the most fun.

The water in the shower feels so good. It’s nice and hot as it flows down your body. The water pressure isn’t great but you’ve had much worse on this road trip, and it is much better than bathing in mountain stream with members of your Pack.

You lather up the washcloth and scrub all over. Your face, your neck, around your breasts, your stomach, between your legs, and then down your legs. Truck-stop showers have better water pressure, but this feels more private. Using the complimentary shampoo, you thoroughly wash your hair. Your fingernails scratching your scalp as you work the lather. You silently chuckle at that, thanking whatever Higher Power there is, that you don’t have your claws.

After you rinse and dry off, you look in the mirror. Life on the road hasn’t been bad. You’ve encountered runaways and drifters who look so much worse. Thankfully you have Betty and Alice. If you would have stayed with the Pack, you’d probably look the same. Maybe have a little of that “biker slut” look that so many of the Pack bitches eventually develop. No, you look like a hiker, toned, healthy, and slightly tanned.

Pulling on a pair of denim shorts, a t-shirt, and your sneakers, you grab your wallet, cellphone, and room key. Time for some chicken wings.

As you get closer, you smell deep fried chicken and old beer. This place looks just like in the commercials, with large screen TVs showing various ball games and sports. Most of the customers look to be other people staying at the hotel. You sit at a small table, and look at the menu as you take a quick glance at the truckers, tourists, and travelers. “Blend in with the Three T’s.” your Pack leaders once told you.

The waitress comes up “What can I get for ya’?” She asks. You sniff the scent of sweat, perfume, and hair spray. She has apparently been working all day.

“I’ll have a plate of wings, extra spicy, a glass of dark beer.” Thinking that will help block the various scents you are starting to pick up.

“Be right back” She says, turning and checking on the family at the next table over. “Are you folks doing alright?”

You turn your attention to the game. It’s baseball. You’re not really sure who’s playing, but the announcer is just rattling off game statistics. Before the change, you probably couldn’t have heard any of it, nor smelled the sunscreen coming from the family at the nearby table.

That was one of the nice things about traveling with Betty and Alice. Betty has a scent like spiced wine or incense, along with whatever expensive cologne she wears, and Alice has a light smell of sulfur. At first it was a little off putting, but you think that’s why Betty keeps the top down.

A tall, dark beer is set down in front of you. You say “Thank you” to the waitress and take a sip. The roasted malt smell is what you really wanted. The flavor is good too, but the smell is a good distraction until the wings arrive.

A moment later, you notice Betty and a man walk in. He’s dressed like a businessman or a banker, just getting off of work, with the neck of his shirt unbuttoned and his sportscoat over his shoulder. Both of them have that spicy wine scent.

“Can we join you or should we get our own table?” a thought loudly enters your mind. Instead of thinking back at her, you stand up and wave them over. You still aren’t practiced at using ‘mind speech’.

They come over. “Lucy, this is Joseph. Joseph, this is Lucy, one of my two traveling companions.”

He reaches for your hand and kisses the back of it. “Happy to meet you.” When he smiles you see his long canines. Sharp enough to cut skin.

“I ordered a plate of wings. Would you two like something?”

When the waitress shows up, and they both get the boneless wings with extra spicy sauce. Instead of beer, they both order bottled water. “I might get a snack later, and most of them already have alcohol in their blood.” She thinks at you, as Joseph nods and smiles.

“So, are you both going for ‘snacks’ together?” you ask, aloud. This is the first time you’ve had two vampires together.

“We might. Truckers are always easy. We have to be a little more cautious about tourists, especially families.” He says as he sips his water.

Betty places her hand on Joseph’s “He’s local and his territory covers this and the next county. I told him we are just passing through, and with the New Moon, you won’t need any special arrangements tonight.”

When the food arrives the discussion continues about “life on the road” but Joseph is really curious about being a werewolf. He doesn’t know any in the area and you are the first one he has encountered. He compliments you on your clean, woodsy scent. He then blushes. Apparently Betty thought to him that all werewolves have a faint smell of forest to them. “I didn’t mean anything by it. It’s just that..”

You nod, “Compared to the smell of deodorant, sweat, and sunscreen, it’s a pleasant scent. You don’t have to apologize. Both of you have that incense, spicy wine scent.”

After eating, Betty excuses herself and heads towards the rest rooms.

“I know that we just met, and I know that it’s very forward of me, but I would like to take you somewhere and make love to you. Not drink from you, but feel the animal passion within you during sex.”

“What about Betty? Weren’t both of you going to get a ‘snack’?”

He nods towards the restrooms. “She’s already found one. Has she shared her mental projections with you?”

You slowly nod. “She has done it a couple of times. I’m not really good with this telepathy thing.”

He softly places his hand on yours, “I could teach you more about Mind Speech.” The voice in your head is soft and musical. It feels warm and inviting. You feel a gentile tingling, almost like the wolf is stirring. Not enough to wake up, but enough to make you hungry again, and not for food. “Oh, so should we continue this back at your hotel room?” His voice silently asks you. Nodding, you take his hand, and pick up the check. He shakes his head. “Betty will take care of it. If she wanted you to pay, she wouldn’t have picked up a snack before we left.” He says aloud with a wink and a smile.

An impassioned grunting fills your head along with the feeling of your pussy being filled. Not your vagina, but obviously Betty’s. “Yes, I’ll pay the bill. I’m almost done.” Her voice moans in your head, and then silence. 

The waitress sees you and Joseph get up. He quietly says to her, “Our friend in the restroom said she will pay. If she doesn’t, call my office and we’ll settle up tomorrow.” And he hands her his business card. 

She smiles and winks at him. “I know who you are Joseph. I’ve seen your ads in town.”

Outside, you ask “Your ads?” 

He hands you a business card. “Joseph Smith, Esq. Attorney”. “Now shall we go to your room?”

(Come back tomorrow for Part 2.)

After the Faire

The Mid-summer Faire where you met Alice and Betty was so amazing.

You probably should have stayed with your Pack, but that night, it felt so good to shapeshift, and not scare them.

You and the Pack were hiking together to attend the Faire, but the night before you got there, the moon was full. The Pack Leadership had all of you stop, strip, and agree to meet up at the Faire grounds. You rolled up your clothes and put them in your rucksack.  As the moon rose, through the trees, your skin felt tight, and itched as it stretched. You closed your eyes and heard the cracking of your bones as you changed.

The pain is always excruciating but fades quickly. 

When you opened your eyes again, the dark forest was brightly lit by the moon.

As a wolf, your vision is so different.  The colors drain away but everything is sharper.  Your pulse is pounding as you howl loudly with the other members of the Pack.

The air is filled the echoing calls and then the sound of running paws as members run in various directions.

You want to run but you first take the strap of your backpack in your mouth and then start running.  You taste the dried sweat on the strap. Your front legs stretch out and move so quickly as you go through the forest.  The full moon has your heart pounding and your pulse racing.

Soon you stopped and dropped the bag from your mouth. 

You were hungry and hunted something. You try not to think about what you killed and ate while you were in full wolf form.

In the morning, you woke up naked, with both a carcass and your backpack near you.

You quickly washed using your water bottle, then dressed and got your bearings.

Soon you found a road. That was when you met up with Alice and the some college guy, whose name you can’t remember. You had fun just dancing, drinking, and breathing in the smoke from the bonfires.

At some point during the dancing, the three of you got naked. Then you and Alice took turns having sex with him.  You got so aroused that you lost control and shifted to your half-human/half-wolf form.  The sex while in that form was different and amazing.  You also had sex with Alice, licking and tasting her.  That was the point when she shifted too. Her pale skin turned to a dark red. Her blonde hair turned white and grew down the length of her back. Two small horns poked out through her hair. And her tongue…. It seemed to grow and lengthen as she licked you and sucked your clit.

At some point, Betty joined. She looked like she was sucking his nipples, but she made a small cut on the man’s chest and drank.  Then she had sex with him and each of you.

In the morning, she properly introduced herself and offered to drive you wherever you wanted to go.  She wasn’t too familiar with these forest roads but would enjoy having company exploring them.  You noticed that some of your Pack members had already gone, while others were still exhausted from the night. Your Pack leaders looked at Betty and Alice, when you mentioned that you wanted to travel with them instead of with the Pack.
“You are still a pup, but I think your new companions might help give you a new way of looking at the world. If you run into to trouble, call, and we will be there.” The older male said and kissed you on your forehead.

Putting your backpack in the rear of Betty’s car, Alice is already sitting in the front passenger seat. 

“Don’t you have any bags?” you ask.

“Nope.  I don’t believe in baggage. If I need something, It comes to me, and when I’m done, it just goes away.” she responds in a bored tone.

Betty tries her phone.  “I’m not getting a signal out here. Does either of you know where to go?”

“My friends and I came down from the north. There were a few small towns and villages.” you notice her finely manicured fingers, “but if you want a bigger city, I think if we take the road south towards the highway, we might have more options.”

She looks at you with those deep brown eyes, “Where can we find something fun and tasty?”  Her lips aren’t moving but the voice is clear and direct in your head.

“Hey, That’s not fair.” Alice responds while pouting.  “Speak aloud or don’t speak at all.”

You shake your head for a second. “What was that?” You ask. Betty smiles at you sweetly. “I think south is a good idea for now.  We can change our minds once we are out of here.”

Her backseat is cool and comfortable in the morning air, as she drives down the unimproved road.  There is a small gas station, and the car of the college guy pulled up to one of the pumps.  Betty pulls up to one.  “Can you top off the car? I need to go inside for a moment.”  “No problem.” you say, “Do you want Hi-octane?”  She nods, “Yes Please.”

As you top off the fuel, you glance look inside the store.  Betty pays with her card and kisses the college guy from yesterday on the cheek.  He seems dazed and confused.

“All right ladies, if we are ready, let’s go.” she says as you put away the nozzle and hop back into the backseat.  “You ladies were right; he was a nice guy.” she says as she pulls back onto the road.

The weather is nice and the music on the radio is light and fun. A perfect early summer day, as you get onto the highway.  There isn’t much traffic, and you try to relax and enjoy the feeling of the wind blowing through your hair. It is almost like when you are shifted and running full speed.

“Really? Running in wolf form is like being on the highway with the top down?” Betty asks. But you know that with the wind blowing in your ears, there is no way you could hear her unless she was yelling.

“If you are going to mind speak.  Will you make sure you include me?” you hear Alice say in a similar tone. “Of course, I wasn’t planning on talking at all, but Lucy’s thoughts are so clear and loud.”  You lean forward, between their seats.  “Are you really talking to me?” you ask very loudly.  “There is no need to yell. If you aren’t comfortable with telepathy, just say so and I’ll block you out for now.” Betty’s voice says clearly in your head.  “Wolves are too dull for mind speech.” Alice thinks loudly and rudely.  “Now, now, little Alice.  For someone as old as you, shouldn’t you have better manners?”  The voices in your head remind you of a parent scolding an angry kid.  “I didn’t call you a leech, so don’t mention my age.”

“This is crazy.  Ok, you are a werewolf, but telepathy isn’t real. Is it?” you think.

“You are right. At the next rest stop, we can take a break. I will answer any questions you have.” Betty responds.  “You are just hungry for a fat greasy trucker.” Alice thinks, as she turns to you and smiles devilishly. Her eyes have changed to red again, before they shift to blue.

After a while she pulls into a large truck stop.  There are gas stations, restaurants, and a small convenience store.

“Are you hungry.” Betty asks aloud. Her voice is a little higher pitched than the one you heard in your head. You nod. “I could go for something.”

Alice stands up and stretches. Her small nipples are almost visible though her light t-shirt. “I bet you would like something long and beefy, or are you in the mood for a little breast?” She asks playfully.

You think about how her nipples felt in your mouth for a second, and exhale.

“I think a chicken sandwich will be good enough.” you respond.

“See, I told you she wanted some more breast.” Alice says sounding like a teen.

You go to the ladies’ room, clean up, and then find Betty and Alice sitting at a table.

There is a tray with a roasted chicken sandwich. “I didn’t know if you wanted something on the side, so I just got you a sandwich.” Betty says as she has a cold cut sandwich with chips in front of her.  “Thanks. How much was it?” you ask reaching into your wallet.  “No, honey. My treat. I like having someone with me when I travel.” she says.

“What happened to Al.” Alice asks.

 She sips her drink and sighs.  “If you must know, I left him back in his loft. I was feeling restless and wanted to experience more.”

You take a bite of your sandwich.  It is hot and freshly grilled, but without sauces or vegetables. “Mmmmm this is good.”

Alice places her hand on your thigh.  “Do you want something better?” she asks in a low tone. You swallow. “Maybe later. Betty. You are a vampire. Right?” you ask quietly.  She smiles broadly.  “Of course. I thought you knew that.”

“So why are you quietly eating a sandwich and not drinking…”

“Because, my sweet lady, we only drink when we need.  We can eat like most others, but mostly meat or fish.”

“She likes fish. Especially Fish Tacos.” Alice chimes in.

Betty shakes her head.  “You know, for a demon, you have the humor of a tween.”

“I know you are, but what am I.” she sings like a bad PeeWee Herman impression.

“Wait. What? Alice is a demon?” you ask. “Like horns, forked tongue, and pitchfork?”

“I don’t carry a pitchfork. and as for my tongue, you didn’t complain last night.”

She says as sticks out her tongue. It grows longer and thicker, with a forked tip which flicks up and down rapidly.

“Alice, put it away. You don’t want to frighten any ordinaries who might notice.” Betty says like a parent softly scolding a bad kid.  “To answer your question Lucy, yes, Alice is a demon.  That is why she smells of sulfur and morphs into whatever she wants.  Right now, she, apparently, wants to look like a skinny, blonde 20-something. Tomorrow she might want to look like 2-meter-tall guy with….” “With an uncut cock down to my knees.” She finishes with a broad smile.

“This is all just too confusing.” you say.

“What is confusing? I am a vampire who was bored living where she was and wanted to see a bit of the country. She is a demon who freed herself from Hell and is having fun.  And you are a member of a Pack, who wants to learn more about the wider world.”

“I already know about the wider world.” you respond defensively.  “I wasn’t always a wolf.  My friends and I were out hiking when a wolf pack attacked us.” you explain.  As you do, you remember the first time you felt a half wolf/half human form cock as they fucked you viciously multiple times and in various openings.

“Oh my.” Betty says aloud. Seeing your thoughts clearly in her mind.

“More than one at once. He he he. No wonder you had so much fun at the Faire.” Alice says in a seductive tone.

“After the attack, I realized later that they had made me one and went looking for them. My friends didn’t change and didn’t understand me anymore. I quit my job and joined the Pack.” you say missing your friends and your old life. 

Betty reaches out and places her hand on yours. “Al explained it to me that not everyone could transform.  It has something to do with genetics. Those who can’t be part of this life will never truly understand it.”

“Yea, the leaders of my Pack told me something similar.” you respond.

In your mind you see flashes of Betty in a night club with friends, and a tall man. Then the man visiting her in her bedroom, and finally images of a hospital room and then a luxury loft.

“And now that we know everyone’s story, we can hold hands and sing ‘Kumbaya’.” Alice says holding both your and Betty’s hands. “Kum…ba…ya….my…Lord.  Kum…ba…ya.”

You pull your hand free. “Please stop. So, what is the deal with telepathy?” you ask quietly.

“Mind speaking.” Alice says in a childish tone.

Betty takes another sip, then sets down her cup.

“Those who are like me, can receive and send thoughts to others. We use it while hunting and eating. It is one of our abilities.  It is stronger at night, but even during the day I can pick up and send strong thoughts.”

“Leeches are weak-er in sun-light.” Alice says in a sing song again.

“So why could I hear you in the car?’ you ask.

“That was because you were thinking so loud about ‘how good the wind felt in your hair.’ That I immediately heard it and responded.  My mentor, Al, had warned me about extremely loud thoughts and how they broadcast to everyone around them.” She sipped from her cup again.  “Once I heard you, I just answered you in the same tone.  That is why you ‘heard’ me. Because I sent my thoughts to you.”

“What about her?” you ask pointing to Alice who is playing with the salt and pepper shakers. “Apparently demons have the same ability. But her thoughts are…"  “My thoughts are what? Like a porno at full volume?” She says wickedly.

“No. More like an animal orgy. With some of the animals doing things that they don’t do in real life.”  Betty answers almost disgustedly.

“Oh, they do those things where I come from. Do you want to see?”  Your mind is flooded with tentacles, hands, paws, claws, penises, and vaginas all moving back and forth against each other and calling for you to join them.

All of a sudden, a solid brick wall is in your mind. But you can hear moaning, grunting, and scratching on the other side.

“That will be enough of that.” Betty says in a sharp tone.

“Okay, but I just wanted little Wolfie to play with my thoughts too.”

You all sit silently for a moment.

Taking a sip from your drink. “Ok, Betty, were do we go from here?”

“I have already learned that if I travel alone, I attract attention. But if I have a couple of friends, then we can look out for each other and not cause a stir.”

“Unless we want to.” Alice says with a wicked grin.

“That’s it? Just traveling buddies? You aren’t looking to feed on us or anything?”

“No, my sweet Lucy. I won’t feed on either of you. I am not sure what lycanthrope would do to the vampiric virus. And as for Alice, she runs too hot and fierce, and really isn’t human. “

“I’m hot and fierce. I’m hot and fierce.” Alice sings.

 You finish your sandwich. “One last thing. What about sex? Last night we all…” “Fucked each other like bitches in heat.” Alice finishes.

Betty sighs again. “Lucy. As we travel. If you have needs and desires, we can assist each other. I enjoy giving and receiving pleasure from both men and women. But it isn’t something I have to have all the time.”
“I need it all the time. Do you want to see?” Alice says as she stands up.

“If you are done eating, I think we should get back on the road.” Betty says also standing up. You finish your drink. “What about sunlight, silver, and crosses?”  “I will explain it all as I drive.” Betty says as she finishes her drink too.

“Shotgun!” Alice screams as she runs to the car and hops up front.

 “I think this is a start of a beautiful friendship.” Betty says, doing a bad Humphry Bogart.

You nod.

That was over a month ago.

Since then, you have helped each other get what you need.  They both taught you how to control your thoughts, so you aren’t broadcasting to sensitives. When your pulse raced, and you wanted to shift. They gave you a place to return to in the morning. Alice also shifted to a form that was able to more readily have sex with you when you were in half wolf/half human form.  Sometimes she used her tongue to lick your pussy or grew a hard cock to fuck you from behind. And other times you used your long sensitive wolf tongue, licking her deeper than you can as a human.  And her taste is so powerful. Betty has you also lick her when you are in that form. Her soft cunt tastes so good and your rub your nose around her clit, helping her cum.

Betty came up with a plan to feed and also reduce the population of predators out there.  She called it “trolling for predators”. 

She would have either Alice, or you look like you were alone and helpless. 

When you were approached by a person, Betty would read their thoughts and intentions.  If they were good and straightforward, you all let them go.

But if they wanted to hurt or take advantage of you, then she would have you take them to a quiet place so she could feed on them. 

Most of the time it would be a guy, who was too helpful and friendly, and wanting something in return for that "friendliness".  Betty would drink from them, put a false memory of what happened and then release them. 

If it was someone who was bad, truly vicious. Then after Betty finished Alice would have fun.  Alice would go from looking like a skinny runaway or a little blonde tween, to full beast mode.  Watching her shift to demon form and have her cunt devour a man’s hard cock was frightening but also a turn on.  Especially when Betty would share with you the mental images of brutal sex the man had in mind. Alice's "justice" seemed more than fair.  

One night Alice looked like a tween boy, lost and needing protection. The man who went after "him" was found the next morning, half-naked, screaming and begging to be arrested by the police.  Claiming that a “‘Devil with three penises’ wanted to hurt him and steal his soul.”

All of you quickly left that town and moved on to the next.

You have to admit, you have learned more about yourself than you thought you would on this little road trip.  But you wouldn’t change it for the world.  You can’t wait until you see members of your Pack and tell them what you learned. But that probably won’t be until sometime around Halloween, if you have your way.

Mid-Summer Festival

You are a college guy, and you enjoy things like reading fantasy stories and going to the local Renaissance Faires with your friends. While attending the Spring Faire, you hear about a Mid-Summer celebration that will take place during that weekend. A couple of folks mention the town, a small quaint country town between the forest and the mountains.   

During the summer break, you think you find it on a map.

You see if any of your friends want to come, but everyone is either out of town or already has plans, so you go by yourself. Grabbing your Faire bag, you throw it in the backseat of your car, and head out. Because you have never been there before, you’ll show up in jeans and a t-shirt, but if Faire garb looks to be more appropriate, you have your lace up shirt, leggings, vest, belt, and leather stocking boots.

The morning sun is shining though the trees as you drive down the highway. You plugged the name of the little town into your phone and you follow the directions. As you are driving, you listen to music you loaded just for the trip.

It’s a mixture of traditional songs and some pagan inspired folk and rock & roll. The directions say to take a local road into the forest. 

As you turn onto the road, you lose signal and your map freezes. You aren’t too worried.

“There must be some signs for the town or the celebration.” you tell yourself.

You continue singing along, but you notice that you hadn’t seen any road signs or markers. 

You have been driving on this smaller road for what seems like hours, when you see a gas station.  “I’ll fill up my tank and ask for directions.” you think.

After the tank is topped off, you go inside. Placing your money at the counter, you ask the clerk “Hi, I think I might be lost. I am looking for ……”.

Before you can finish your sentence, a thin woman with long blonde hair places her drink on the counter next to your money.  “Hi, there. You have found someone, is more like it.”

You look at her and for just a moment you swear that her eyes are red.  You blink and look again. They are brown. She is gorgeous and wearing a t-shirt and jeans that seems to be more form fitting than they should be. 

“I am going to the Mid-summer celebration.  I think I got turned around. I am looking…”

“I can lead you there, if you give me a ride.” she says in a friendly, almost sexy tone.

You don’t really notice the cashier taking your money and ringing up the sale.

Looking at her eyes, you try to ignore that her nipples are clearly visible through her shirt. “Sure. No problem. Let me just pay for….” and as you turn to the cashier. He smiles and nods at you, pointing to your change and receipt.

You turn to look for her and she is sipping her drink and standing next to your car.

“She moves fast.” you think to yourself.

Opening the passenger side door, you let her in. 

“You are kind and sweet.” she says kissing you on the cheek.

As you get in your side, you see her looking in the mirror, checking her makeup, though she doesn't have a purse or bag.

In the reflection, you think you see small red horns, red eyes, and a forked tongue licking a pair of black lips.  You blink and shake your head. 

Her brown eyes, and pink lips are what you see smiling back. “It must have been a trick of the light.” you think to yourself. “Yes, it must have been.” you think you hear her say.

“What did you say?” you ask. “Just continue down this road, towards the mountains.” she says with a smile.  The air is cool and smells fresh as you go deeper on the forest road, so you have the windows rolled down.  Some of your Celtic music is playing and she hums along.

“How often do you attend the faire?” you ask. 

She leans closer to you, “It is a family tradition to attend the celebrations whenever we are able. Mid-summer is good, but you missed my favorite one.  Last month was the fertility celebration.  The farmers and ranchers always want good crops and healthy animals. The late spring fertility festival helps to pray for those things.” she explains resting a hand on your thigh.

You focus on driving, but still ask. “So, you regularly attend church? I thought those festivals were pagan.”  She slowly moves her hand up and down your thigh.  “You are such a clever boy. Yes, they were traditionally done by many cultures. As time went on, they were absorbed and modified by the major religions too. I enjoy the feeling of power I get by the end of the services.”  “I know what you mean, after a long day at the Ren Faire, I feel tired, but happy.”

You see a woman with a rucksack walking along the side of the road so you slow down. “What are you doing?” the blonde asks. “She looks like she needs a ride.” you respond as you pull over and stop.

The woman runs up. She is wearing a loose flannel shirt over halter top and denim shorts, with hiking boots. She comes up to the driver’s side.

“Thanks.  I haven’t seen any cars for a while, and I was getting tired.” she says.

“Where are you headed?” you ask as you unlock the rear doors.

“I am going to the mid-summer festival. I am supposed to meet up with other members of my pack, mmmm I mean my friends. We were hiking together and got separated last night.” she says as she puts her bag on the seat and slides in next to it.

“That’s a coincidence, we are headed there too.”

She extends her hand forward, “I’m Lucy.” You reach for her hand and shake it telling her your name. “And this is….” nodding to the blonde. “I never asked your name.”

She smiles.  “No, you didn’t.  Can you guess my name?” she says with a devilish grin as she shakes Lucy’s hand.  Lucy sniffs the air and smiles.  “Is that a hint of sulfur I smell?”

“I noticed it since we left the gas station. I think it must be cheap gas.” you respond.

“Of course, that’s it.  And I would guess your name is Alice.” she says as she releases her hand.  The blonde smiles back.  “Yes, you can call me Alice. That is a perfect name as we are heading to a wonderland that is the festival.”  “Names are so important.  You wouldn’t want your true name known, would you ‘Alice’? That might give someone power over you.” Lucy says buckling her seatbelt.

You put the car back into drive and continue down the road. “Hey, isn’t that an old superstition? That thing about names?” you ask. “No more a superstition than that the moon can cause some to lose control. Say, Lucy, wasn’t last night a Full Moon? Is that why you lost your friends?” Alice says in almost a catty tone.

“Yes, Alice, I got separated from my friends last night.  Let’s just enjoy the drive and the music.  We don’t need to talk any more about superstitions involving the moon, names, or even the time of the year.”  she says as she leans back in her seat, her light brown hair blowing in the wind.

The smell of pine forest is stronger now, even though you see mostly old hardwoods.

The traditional song “Banish Misfortune” plays.  Alice grits her teeth for a moment, then hits the next song button.  “The Devil and the Farmer’s wife” comes up instead.

“Was there something wrong with “Banish Misfortune”” you ask.  Lucy laughs from the back seat.  “Oh, she has probably heard it too often and just wanted something more inviting.”  Alice quickly turns and glares. “Maybe I should see if he has “Werewolves of London”?” 

“I do but I didn’t’ download it for this trip. I have both the Warren Zevon and Jimmy Buffett versions.” you respond unthinkingly.  Both ladies laugh.  “You really are a nice guy. When we get to the Faire, let’s all have a drink.”

You glance at each of them in the mirror. “Sure. How much farther?”  Alice replies “Continue for a few more kilometers and then we will make a left turn.  The road will end up at a meadow.”

You feel like the women know each other or that there is something you are missing.  But then again, you have never really been a ‘ladies’ man’ so it could all be in your imagination too.

A red convertible being driven by a brunette passes you.  The custom plate says CLMEBTY.  “I wonder what that means. “Call me booty”?” 

“’Call Me Betty’” Alice says in a tone that is a mix of bored and irritated.  “Do you know her?” you ask.  “Know of her.  I wonder if Al, or any others of their group will be there tonight?”  “You never know.” Lucy responds, with closed eyes, leaning her head back.

Turning down an unimproved road, you see a small hand lettered sign, “Mid-Summer Festival”.

Continuing on, as the trees thin out, you see another sign that says ‘Parking’.

Pulling in, you find a spot, near the car that passed you on the road.  There aren’t a lot of vehicles, but more than you expected for a place that didn’t have lots of signs or ads.

Lucy grabs her pack. “Let me see if I can find my friends.  I heard that there will be a “Meadery”. I will see you there, for drinks.” she says kissing you on the cheek.  “Yeah, okay.” you say.  Pretty girls have said that kind of thing before, even though you want to see more of her, you won’t truly be surprised if you don’t.  Alice gets out and takes your hand.  “You really are a nice guy.  Do you want to be my guide and protector as we walk the faire?”

“Don’t you have friends to find?” you ask in a mildly suspicious tone. “I mean, look at you, as much as I want to be with you today, shouldn’t you be on the arm of some beefy male model.”

She kisses your lips.  It has been a while since any woman had done that. There is a spicy taste to her as she puts a hand on your ass and the other on the back of your neck.  “You are exactly what I want, and truly what I need. Don’t let your fears and doubts ruin a happy and hopeful day.” You hug her for a moment. Her body feels warm against yours even through both of your t-shirts.

You release each other.  “Do you want to change before we go in?” she asks.  “Change into what?” you ask.  “Your Ren Faire garb, silly.  You have been thinking about it while you drove.” she says with a wink.

“I was… um...I did.. I mean. Okay. Where should I change?”  You ask a little confused.  Stepping close you again, she pulls up your t-shirt.  “How about right here?  There’s no one watching. I’ll even turn away if you want.” she says in a playful tone.  You’ve never had a woman be so direct, let alone one that looks more beautiful every time you look at her. 

You reach into the back seat and pull out your bag.  Quickly you change. You ball up your jeans, and t-shirt, throwing them in the bag, and put your wallet and keys in a pouch that hangs from your belt.  You always feel better wearing your ren faire garb.

Locking up the car, you look for Alice.

She is no longer wearing t-shirt and jeans, but a white lace-up shirt, brown vest and green leggings, with brown boots. Like one of Robin Hood’s Merry Men.  Walking up, she takes your hand.  “I saw these and thought you would prefer for me to be ‘garbed up’ too.”  The outfit looks as sexy on her, if not more so, than the form fitting jeans and t-shirt.

The parking lot is a roped off section, but there is an opening at the far end with another sign reading “Mid-Summer Faire”.  Looking around you don’t see a table or a booth for tickets, but you see various small tents and booths with people walking around.  You even hear traditional music being played live.

“There must not be an entrance fee. That’s good. More money to spend on crafts, food, and drink.” you tell her.  It is a very small gathering compared to other Faires you have been to.  “This must just be a local thing.” you think to yourself.   Alice’s hand feels warm and comfortable in yours, as you slowly walk from tent to tent.

A larger tent with some plank tables and stools has a sign that reads “Mountain Meadow Meadery”.  Entering the shade, you see a large man behind a makeshift bar.  He has various bottles on top with crates and cases below.  “Goode Day to ye, me Laird and Lady. What can I offer ye on this fine Mid-summer’s day” he says in a fake Ren accent.  “Do ye have a preference me sweet Lady Alice?” you ask, drifting into the same type of accent.

She looks at the labels.  “Can we have a couple of glasses of your “Wild Night Special”?” she asks pointing to a bottle that has a moon and a wolf on it. He uncorks it and pours two small glasses. “Do ye want a sample first or just to sit and enjoy?”

She takes the small glass, downs it entirely, then smiles wickedly. “That is perfect. A whole bottle, please, my excellent mead master.”  He hands you the bottle and your glass. You sip it.  It’s a little stronger than some that you previously have had, so you’ll have to pace yourself.  Reaching into your pouch, instead of the paper dollars you had, you find handfuls of silver and gold coins. “How much?” you stammer, holding up the coins.  “My Laird, a gold and a silver will cover it.” he says as if it was the most ordinary thing in the world.

Alice is sitting at a table and holding up her empty glass. You refill hers and sit down. “That’s strange. I had paper money at the gas station, but now I’ve got metal coins. Gold and silver by the looks of them.”  She leans in and kisses you. “Maybe it is the magic of the day?  Do you want to question it, or just enjoy?”  

Before you can answer, Lucy walks up. still wearing her mundane hiker’s clothes. You don’t know why, but you feel a little surprised and disappointed by that.  “There you are.  Can I join you for that drink?” she says as she sits down on a stool. “I’ll get you a glass.” you say as you start to get up.

“No need.” Alice says as she moves her hand and another empty glass appears under it. “I grabbed a spare one, while you were paying.”  “Yeah, that must be it.” you think to yourself.

You feel a hand on your thigh, slowly moving up and down and getting closer to your crotch.   “So, Lucy, were you able to find your Pack?” Alice asks.

She fills her glass and sips it. “Mmmm this is good. Yes, they set up a campground at the edge of the woods. My tent is there, if you need a place to spend the night.” she says to you. “You offered me a ride, it is only fair that I return the favor.”   As Alice caresses your thigh you are getting hard. She slowly outlines your hardening dick with her fingers.  “Is it only for him, or can I sleep with you too?” Alice says in a pouty spoiled tone. “Let’s see how things go. Maybe you will be too tired after the ceremony and need your sleep?” “Are these women fighting over me?” you think. You sip your mead, but your thoughts are getting hazy. She grips your dick harder and you take a deeper drink.

You are not sure what happened next.  

As the morning light wakes you, you are lying on the back seat of your car.

You are naked with just a wool blanket over you.

Your car is the only one in the field, and all the signs are gone.

“What happened?” you ask yourself.

On the front seat you find a note. “Thank you for a magical Mid-summer. Nice guys are rewarded for their kindness.” and you read three signatures. Lucy, Alice, and someone named Betty.

You feel a little sore, especially your dick and mouth. There are bruises on your knees too. You pull on your jeans and look around.  Your Ren Faire Garb is balled up on the floor of the front seat.

As you pull on your t-shirt, you see a couple of bite marks on your right nipple. Not deep but fresh.  You close your eyes trying to remember what happened.

You were drinking mead and walking the faire with Alice and Lucy.  As the sun was going down, there was a large circle of people around a bonfire.

You joined in. You vaguely remember dancing and singing.  Some sort of chanting, as clothes were stripped off.

Kissing.

There was some sort of weird howling when the moon came up.

Then you remember lying on the grass, naked.

Alice was on top of you. Riding you, up and down.

You remember kissing her, and Lucy.

You think they kissed each other too. And who was the brunette?

You lick your lips. You taste pussy and ass.

Leaning your head back, you close your eyes.

Lucy was riding your face. Her pussy was hairy, her legs were hairy. 

Was her whole body hairy?

You can picture grabbing her hips as she is on all fours and fucking her from behind.

Cheering voices yelling “Fuck that bitch wolfy style.”

On the front seat, is an unopened bottle.

You take a sip. It’s water.  Taking a deeper gulp, you remember someone sucking your cock as someone else was sucking your nipples.  Not just sucking but biting them too.

Finishing the water bottle, you decide to leave. Your car keys and wallet were still in your belt pouch. Everything looks mundane and normal. Your wallet has only paper bills in it.

Driving slowly through the forest, you still have a hazy, dream-like feeling.

That lasts until you turn back onto the larger road.  Then the sun feels warm. The air feels fresh and clean. Your head loses that fuzzy feeling, but the flashes of memory are disappearing too.

“Maybe it was a dream. Yeah, I probably just was tired after the long drive and the mead was stronger than I thought. All the rest I probably just dreamed.” you say.

Up ahead, you see the gas station.

You top off the tank for the drive home and get some snacks.

“That’s probably what happened. Long drive, alcohol, no food in my system, and I dreamed the rest.” you say to yourself as you put an arm full of road snacks on the counter.

“Don’t forget these.” you hear a voice say as she puts two large sports drink bottles next to the snacks.  Turning you see a brunette.  Her face is vaguely familiar like someone you saw in a dream. She pays the cashier with a credit card.  “I have this.  Think of it as a thank you for last night. Alice and Lucy were right. You are a nice guy.”   She kisses your cheek.  “This one you will remember. I’m Betty.”

Then she climbs into a red convertible. You think you see a blonde and light brown-haired woman in the car too as it drives off.

Taking your snacks and drinks, you get back into your car. “No one would believe if I told them anyway.” you tell yourself as you start singing along with the music all the way home.