That's Amore by TBA

Andrea washed the depilatory from her hands, taking the silky fuzz that had begun to accumulate on the back of them with it. She knew she didn't have much time. The moon would be full tonight, the sky clear. The changes were already overtaking her body, clouding her thoughts. Tonight she would stalk whether she wanted to or not.

Padding naked from the bathroom, Andrea selected a loose jumpsuit that would accomodate her transmogrifying form until the time came to remove it. Underneath she wore nothing. A pair of slingback sandals completed the ensemble and she made a final check of her appearance in the bathroom mirror.

The effect would not set Paris on fire, Andrea decided as she nibbled at the arm of her glasses. Even without makeup, however, Andrea was a very attractive young woman, in a bookish kind of way. She debated with herself a moment, then pulled her bun loose, letting her long brown hair fall in a cascade from her shoulders. The men she shared her business administration classes with would be surprised at the changes in her if they were to see her; the smouldering sensuality in her expression, the fluid grace in her motions. Her time was getting very near.

Andrea took nothing with her. No purse, no knapsack, not even the pepper spray she normally carried. She left the apartment unlocked as she left, trusting to her luck. Her keys were left behind with her identification and money.

The park was beginning to empty in the waning twilight. Andrea strolled along the paths, enjoying the feel of the grass on her toes, and the cool air as it played with the strands of her hair. The post-modern statuary took on new meaning to her modified senses, lingering by the side of a marble fountain carved with oreiads displaying an easy eroticism that spoke to something within her. It was while she stood there, feeling the rising tide of wildness in her heart, that she saw him.

He stood on the far side of the fountain from her, his wide shoulders squeezed into the bomber jacket he wore against the evening's chill. His face was not handsome in any conventional sense of the word, but it was a face with character; a strong chin, wide cheekbones, a dark shadow of wiry stubble shading the bottom half of his face. His brow was pronounced, with a single heavy band of eyebrow crossing it like a catterpillar. He was not the sort of man Andrea normally found herself attracted to, but his eyes, oh, his eyes... they were blacker than sin and bottomless. When their eyes met across the laughing spray of water, there was an electric arc of tension that snapped between the two of them.

"Lovely night, isn't it, Miss --?"

His voice was a seductive growl, and Andrea could feel hunger boiling off him in waves. "Call me Andrea. And it's Ms."

"My apologies," he said inclining his head. His voice had a trace of accent, southern European perhaps. Andrea realized that somehow he was now standing beside her, not knowing whether she had gone to him, or him to her. Dark had fallen completely and the park was deserted. The moon, bright and full, began its ride into the sky. Her time would be upon her soon.

"I don't normally talk to strange men in the park," said Andrea.

"And I think you shall find me stranger than most," he replied with a ghost of a smile on his face. "Perhaps, though, we shall come to know each other better before the night grows older. My name is Lobo, and I am most pleased to meet you."

Andrea's teeth flashed sharp and white in the moonlight, grinning ferally. "You seem awfully sure of yourself."

Lobo leaned in close, his scent hot and musky in Andrea's nose, and pressed his lips to hers. His arms went around her hips. For an eternity they stood that way, pressed together. Then he gave a little cry and drew back, a dribble of blood running from his bitten lip.

Andrea licked her lips, savouring the taste of his blood. Her nails had begun to harden and curve, her canines now razor sharp. All her senses were magnifying and turning the darkened world around her alive with a smorgasbord of sounds and smells. Andrea salivated with the anticipation of the kill, longing to bury her teeth deep into the flesh of her prey, feel the gush of hot, coppery blood in her mouth. Her skin itched with the imminence of her transformation.

Lobo's eyes glittered with the pale light of the moon. "Come," he said, drawing Andrea by the wrist into the darkness of the trees. He seemed oblivious to his danger.

Strength flooded Andrea's limbs as the moon clawed its way overhead. Fine, silky fuzz had begun to spring from the backs of her hands, the tops of her feet, her arms, her legs. She felt the first minute distending of her jaw. Already it was too late for her prey to run. Soon her teeth would scissor their way into the muscles of his abdomen and she would devour his living organs in a sensual orgy of blood.

"Restrain yourself," snapped Lobo, the icy command in the rumble of his voice unmistakable. "I am not prey."

Andrea's laughter was almost a barking howl. "You are what I make you. You will feed my hunger tonight."

Coolly, Lobo unzipped his jacket and let it fall to the ground. His chest was broad and muscular, his rippled abdominals outlined in the black T-shirt that stretched across his torso. "There are hungers of many kinds," said Lobo in a throaty whisper, and drew off his T-shirt.

Andrea gasped. He had not one, but three nipples one below the other on each side of his chest, six in total. His whole torso was covered in a thick mat of black hair, thicker where it disappeared below the line of his waistband. "You are --"

Lobo laughed softly. "Did you think yourself the only hunter in a world of sheep? You are inexperienced yet. I smelled your need from across the park. Tonight we shall sate hungers of another kind, you and I."

Another of her kind. Andrea had never thought to meet one, though she knew there had to be others. Too many eviscerated bodies in too many cities all around the world spoke eloquently of their existance to one who looked for it. "But... your nails. Your teeth. You don't --"

"You must learn control," said Lobo, sternly. "Master your gift or it is a curse instead. Come, I will show you the pleasures the gift bestows upon those who know how to wield it."

Lobo lifted the jumpsuit from Andrea's shoulders and let it fall in a puddle around her ankles. Her bared flesh was pallid in the light from the moon that filtered through the branches arching overhead. The thatch of hair at her pubis had thickened, and creeped upwards even as Lobo watched.

Andrea grasped the top of Lobo's jeans in her fingers and pulled. The material tore, the metal button springing away into the night under the immense strength of her arms. Underneath, Lobo wore nothing. Andrea was fascinated to see the canine sheath that protruded from the mass of thick, black hair at his groin and watched, entranced, as the sheath slowly drew back to reveal a member the colour of freshly spilled blood.

The world spun, and Andrea was on the ground, Lobo's weight atop her. The speed with which he had thrown her down had left Andrea's mind reeling, only now aware of the strength in Lobo's powerful body. He was not gentle. His hands rasped at her breasts, and his tumescence was pressed against her soft belly. Andrea's fierce lover had grown a short muzzle in the short seconds she was pinned, and he sank his razored teeth into the vulnerable hollow between her throat and shoulder, drawing blood. Andrea gasped in surprise at how aroused his violent lust was making her.

"We are not soft, helpless creatures, to take each other gently," growled Lobo, furred now from head to foot. "We are creatures of passion. Our love is a wild, terrible thing, to be torn from each other with claw and fang."

By instinct, one of Andrea's taloned hands came up and scored four even lines of blood down the side of Lobo's snouted face. Growling, muzzle wrinkled in an open-mouthed snarl of fury and lust, Lobo thrust himself savagely inside his writhing lover.

Andrea felt herself impaled on Lobo's member, filled completely by his manhood. She threw back her head and howled her passion, the wolfen voice raising the fine hairs on the neck of every mere human who heard it. Never had she felt this way with her human lovers. In the throes of ecstasy she grappled with the beast atop her and within her, rolling violently in the grass with him, thrashing and clawing and biting. Though her hips bucked, Lobo seemed locked inside her as if bolted. He could not have withdrawn even had he wished it. Nothing short of death or sexual release would free him now.

Sweat and blood and saliva flew in a spray as the two twisted and thrashed through the underbrush, heedless of stones and branches, of bushes being crushed and uprooted beneath them. Andrea, her own muzzle now pushing her face forward, snapped at her lover's face, tearing a furrow across Lobo's black nose with a razor-tipped canine. Their mouths locked, their tongues wrestling no less violently than their bodies. The world seemed to hold its breath for an instant. Lobo stiffened. His seed exploded into Andrea in a hot torrent and she felt it burning within her, deep down inside in her secret places. A second later her own passion shattered her thoughts and sent them spinning in all directions like shards of glass, the muscles in her abdolmen spasming and sending ripples of liquid light coursing up and down her frenzied nervous system.

At the height of their combined climaxes, both lovers loosed counterpointed howls that froze the tiny night animals throughout the park where they stood as their fragile bodies trembled with mortal terror.

Exhausted beyond words, Lobo drew himself out and collapsed panting on the ground. Andrea forced her body to obey her and curled herself against the tawny fur of her mate before she allowed her consciousness to wink out.

It was an hour before Andrea woke. When she did, she could feel the change in her body, in her senses, that told her the transformation had been completed while she slept. A woman no more, she got her haunches beneath her and stood, yellow canine eyes probing the monochromatic shadows around her, nose supplying more colour than her human eyes had ever provided. A great, powerful wolf, chest and shoulders corded with muscle, padded out of the trees with no more sound than a shadow.

-We hunt now?- sent Lobo, eyes dangerous in the moonlight that streamed through overhead.

Andrea's eyes glittered in response, her wolfen body less muscular but sleeker and faster than the other. A ropy strand of saliva ran from her mouth as thoughts of blood and rending flesh passed through her mind in a hungry wave. -Yes,- she sent. -Now we hunt.-

Together, they loped into the darkness to sate still other hungers.