The Lusty Weremilf of Stoney Brook Falls

Chapter 1: A Cumming of Age

	The relentless early June sun beat down on Ian Keiper’s back as he navigated the push mower across the sprawling front lawn of his next door neighbor’s luxurious Georgian home. He paused to brush tousled brunette hair from his eyes and wipe sweat from his brow with a rolled up t-shirt he’d recently removed. Examining his work, he smiled with pride. The recent high school grad had been tending his neighbor’s yard for the last four summers and had gotten to be quite the grounds keeper. Ian had considered taking other clients in the posh neighborhood, but Miss Tillman always paid him so handsomely that he’d never needed to. After he returned the mower and other tools to the shed, he made his way around the back of the house and found his employer lounging by the pool, as was her custom this time of the afternoon. 

Ginger Tillman lay stretched out on a pool chair under an umbrella, book in hand. She was known as one of the most gorgeous women in Stoney Brook Falls and even in her late forties, the fiery redhead ran rings around women half her age. Ian took a moment to admire the sight of his buxom neighbor lounging in her red two piece that somehow matched not only the perfectly curled hair resting comfortably on her shoulders, but her immaculately painted fingers and toes. Lightly freckled alabaster skin popped out over her dainty top which seemed ill equipped to contain it’s busty cargo. She was tall, and trended towards the chubby side, but in all the right places. Despite her beauty, Ian had never seen her with a partner of any kind in the time they’d been neighbors. In fact, her relationship status had been the source of much gossip in the tiny community. Everything from keeping kidnapped men and women locked in her basement for her pleasure, to sacrificial witchcraft had been thrown at his much maligned neighbor over the years. The fact that Miss Tillman not only refused to dispel the rumors, but almost relished them didn’t help her case. 

“It keeps the busy bodies busy and the lookie loos too scared to come snooping.” she’d tell Ian whenever a new story started making the rounds.

To the town’s credit, Ginger Tillman was a bit of an anomaly in the traditionally conservative hamlet. She’d quietly moved in about 15 years ago and bought her stately home in cash. Although she made decent money as VP of accounting of a local investment firm, it was still a lot of money for a single woman who was at that time only in her early thirties to be carrying around. A generous inheritance was her only explanation and any other personal details were left to the rumor mills. She’d mostly kept to herself, eschewing all the traditional clubs and functions women of her age and status were expected to participate in. Perhaps, Ian thought, it was her status as town pariah that caused her to take such an interest in him and his mom when they moved next door a few years later. They too were an unusual family in the privileged suburb. 

Ian’s mother was a travel nurse who earned the nickname OT for covering any shift offered to her. She’d worked for years to save up enough to buy a modest home for the two of them after Ian’s father passed away. Moving them out of the city and into Stoney Brook Falls had been one of her proudest moments. They had the smallest home on the otherwise opulent street, but to the two of them, it was a sprawling estate. Miss Tillman had been the only one to welcome them into the neighborhood, showing up on their doorstep with a huge casserole dish of homemade venison lasagna as soon as the movers had pulled away. It was the first time Ian could remember being enamored with a member of the opposite sex. A vision of beauty in a pearlescent white dress. She wore a smile as warm and welcoming as the meal she had lovingly prepared for them. His mom and Miss Tillman became instant friends sharing a similar taste in wine and a fierce independent streak that kept them happily out of the dating pool. His mom would often joke about Ian being the only man she needed in her life, to which Miss Tillman would reply teasingly that at least he was a handsome one. Some of Ian’s fondest memories were long afternoons spent playing in her backyard pool as she and his mom lounged nearby swapping gossip and gripes about their jobs over chilled glasses of wine. 

Over the years, Miss Tillman became somewhat of a second mother to him, especially as his real mom traveled more for work. A combination babysitter and part time tutor, Ian credited her as being the sole reason he passed any of his highschool math courses, and ate more than junk food while his mom was away. She’d done everything from taking him trick or treating to teaching him how to drive. Whatever rumors the local gossip mongers manufactured about her, to Ian she’d always just be a kindly neighbor and cherished family friend, or so he thought.

Sweat glistened off the athletic teen’s sun kissed bare chest as he walked across the grass towards the lounging late 40 something. Miss Tillman slid her sunglasses down her nose and looked him up and down as he approached.

“I certainly hope you’re not angling for an even larger tip walking over here looking like that” Miss Tillman said with a smirk.

Ian blushed despite himself. Semi flirtatious commentary on his developing body had become a near constant refrain from his neighbor since his final growth spurt took him from awkward lanky teen to a lean, toned almost fully grown adult. Some would’ve found the commentary inappropriate or even offensive, but Ian relished the attention given to him by his attractive older neighbor. It had bolstered his self confidence, especially when he struck out in his early fumbling attempts at courtship with girls his own age. The fact that his initial boyhood crush on the mature redhead had only grown stronger over the years made the compliments hit even harder.

“No mam Miss Tillman, just trying to stay cool, scouts honor!”
She feigned an annoyed groan at being addressed in such a way.
“Ian, you’re basically an adult and all this mam and mizz business is making me feel older than I should! You can just call me Ginger ya know.”

He had a hard time seeing himself as anything close to  equal enough in stature to address his grown neighbor by her first name, but tried anyway.

“ Sorry Mi.. Ginger, I’ll work on it.”

“Good!” she said, reaching into her purse to grab his payment for the afternoon’s work, “Now, speaking of looming adulthood, do you have any big plans for tonight?”

“What do you mean?” Ian said playing dumb.

“Your 18th birthday, silly! Or did you think I had forgotten?”

Ian had actually hoped she had. He was trying as hard as he could to forget about it himself. All of his so-called friends were out of town at palatial lake houses and opulent vacations abroad, none even thinking to invite him along. His mom was on yet another long work assignment in another state and wouldn’t be back for at least a month. A card with some cash inside that had arrived in the mail for him that morning, and a brief happy birthday phone call in between shifts was as much celebration as he expected from his family. The teen had already resigned himself to spending his 18th alone.

“I don’t really have any plans. Everyone’s out of town and I feel a little too old for birthday parties anyway” he said trying to hide his disappointment.
	
“What?!” Miss Tillman said incredulously “What about that pretty little girlfriend of yours?”

Yet another sore spot in Ian’s life he was trying to forget. Miss Tillman was 2 for 2 today. 

“We’re not together anymore.” He said trying his best to act blase. “I guess our lives were just going in different directions.” 

It was partially true. Jenny had come from a wealthy family and was destined for an Ivy league education, while Ian was destined for a state school one town over. She’d broken up with him via text a week after graduation, their promises of giving eachother their virginity unfulfilled. American classism at it’s best.

“Well that simply won’t do!” Miss Tillman exclaimed. “No one should be alone on their birthday, especially their 18th!”

Ian tried to act cool, but being reminded of so many recent disappointments at once had started to melt his mask of indifference. He felt white hot shame in his stomach and the beginnings of tears starting to well up in his eyes. The young man looked away, inwardly trying to patch the dam holding back a flood pent up teen angst. He felt Ginger’s soft hand on his shoulder and looked up to see the buxom middle age woman standing inches from him. He sometimes forgot how tall she was, and how beautiful her eyes were up close. He was a lanky 6’1 and she was only an inch or two shorter than him. Her brilliant green irises were locked with his deep blues. The expression she gave him was loving and sympathetic. White hot shame began to turn into a different kind of heat in his khaki shorts, and Ian blushed a deep crimson.

“I’ve got a proposal for you hun.” she said softly. “I’ll bake that venison lasagna you love so much, and the best birthday cake you’ve ever had. We’ll have a nice dinner tonight, just you and me. We can even watch that new horror comedy you were telling me about the other day. And I won’t take no for an answer.” She added sternly. 

Ian hesitated. Dinner alone with his middle aged neighbor wasn’t how he’d envisioned his 18th birthday, but neither had spending it alone.

“Deal.” Ian said smiling “And thank you.”

“Think nothing of it sweetie! Your mother would kill me if she knew I let her little boy spend his 18th all by himself. Besides, it's been far too long since I’ve had a handsome dinner guest.” She winked.

Ian wasn’t sure if he could blush any harder and hoped against all hope that his neighbor mistook it for a sunburn. 

“Oh and don’t forget your payment hun!” Ginger added cupping his hand and pressing six crisp hundred dollar bills into it. Twice as much as his usual payout for a day’s work.

“I can’t accept this!” Ian said, stunned at the generous amount.

“Nonsense!” Ginger said “Consider it an early birthday gift. Now go wash up. Dinner will be ready at six.”

Ian thanked her again and turned to leave.

“And Ian,” Ginger said “Don’t be too late, I’ve heard we’ve been having a bit of a problem with wild dogs roaming the neighborhood at night.”

Ian hadn’t heard anything about wild dogs but played along.

“Thanks for the heads up Miss T, I promise I’ll be careful”

“For the last time it’s Ginger!” she said laughing as Ian rounded the front fence and walked the wooded lot that separated their houses. She watched his backside as it disappeared into the foliage, biting her lip. Her plan was going well so far. If everything went right, she’d be giving her young neighbor a gift far more valuable than $600 before the night was over.

A few hours later, freshly showered, Ian walked up the long sidewalk to Miss Tillman’s front door feeling a twinge of apprehension he couldn’t explain. Something felt odd about the whole situation.

Ian rang the doorbell and waited for whatever came next. When the door opened his jaw nearly hit the floor. His neighbor stood before him in a red evening gown that was somehow more revealing than the two-piece she had been wearing earlier. Every curve was accentuated and her cleavage threatened to spill over the top any second. She wore a pair of matching red stilettos that made her almost two inches taller than Ian. Her face was as made up as he’d ever seen it. Plump red lips glistened in the light of the early evening under her dazzling green eyes. Ian was rendered speechless. Ginger looked more like she was about to go on a first date with a charming billionaire, than a pity birthday dinner with her kid neighbor. 

“Well are you just going to stand on my doorstep all night, or are you going to come in?” she said with a smirk, clearly enjoying how flustered she’d made her young guest.

“Um… yeah of course” Ian said awkwardly, regaining his ability to speak.

She beckoned him through the door and he followed her through a grandiose foyer, her stilettos click clacking on the marble floor, towards a heavenly smell emanating from the back of the house. They walked through a large wood paneled dining hall past a table that could seat at least 20 people comfortably from end to end. For someone who never entertained guests, Ginger had all the accoutrement to do so.

“Oh that old thing?” she said dismissively after noticing Ian staring at the long table
“It came with the house and it’s never been used. I had something a little more intimate in mind for us.”

They passed through a set of double doors in the rear of the hall into a large well equipped kitchen.The smell of fresh baked goods became omnipresent and caused Ian’s mouth to start watering.  In the back by a large bay window that overlooked the pool and gardens, sat a small circular dining table immaculately set with candles and a floral centerpiece that wouldn’t have looked out of place in an exclusive 5 star restaurant. 

“Mis.. uh Ginger, you really didn’t have to go through all this trouble for me.” Ian said, taken aback by the rich display.

“Of course I did,” she replied nonchalantly. “You only turn 18 once after all. Plus, I don’t get many excuses to entertain guests these days, so when I do I tend to go overboard.”

She motioned for him to sit in one of the two chairs, then walked over to the oven and pulled out a large casserole dish containing what had become Ian’s favorite comfort food over the years. Miss Tillman’s venison lasagna had been a staple of Ian’s birthday dinners since he turned 9, and this year was no exception. She made them both plates then walked over to serve Ian first, giving him a face full of cleavage as she set the plate down. 

“Bon appetit ma cheri.” she said with exaggerated flourish.

Ginger then sat her own plate down and took her seat across from Ian. He took a bite of the decadent lasagna and had to stifle a moan. Miss Tillman had always been a fantastic cook, and perhaps it was the ambiance of the dinner, or that his taste buds had matured the past few years, but the dish was perhaps the best he’d ever had. Ginger noticed the pleasure in her young guest's face and smiled to herself, satisfied.

“I have to ask,” Ian said finally breaking the silence “but how do you always manage to have venison on hand, even out of season? I never took you for a hunter.”

“Chef’s secret,” Ginger said with a wink. “Though if you must know, I have a hunter friend who always has a great haul and I have a large freezer in the basement. Somehow, I had a sneaking suspicion you might be in need of a nice birthday meal, so I started thawing some last night.”
 
They made small talk throughout the rest of the meal mostly focussed on Ian’s life. Everything from college plans to his literature interests were discussed, but every time Ian would try to ask something about Ginger, she’d deflect.

“My life isn’t that interesting hun, plus it’s your birthday and I want to talk about you!”

As the meal went on, Ian started to relax a little, but he couldn’t shake the feeling that this was more than just a friendly dinner between neighbors. Ginger rarely took her piercing green eyes off him, her generous cleavage ever visible as she leaned over the table. It felt almost intentional. Ian wasn’t used to having this much attention paid to him. Between a mother who had worked herself to the bone since he was a child and typically apathetic highschool friends, the young man was used to getting the scraps of other people’s interest. After she served him a strawberry cake that would woo the pickiest of pastry chefs, they retired to a splendid dimly lit den to watch a movie. Ian sank into the plush leather sofa as Ginger cued up the selection for the evening on her huge flatscreen. The opening credits for Wolves of Wall Street started scrolling across the screen as Ginger sat down on the other side of the couch and kicked off her stilettos.

“Oh I nearly forgot!” she exclaimed suddenly standing up and scurrying off towards the kitchen, returning a second later with two glasses and a bottle of what looked to be wine. 

“I’ve been saving this vintage for a special occasion, and a young man’s first steps into adulthood seems as special an occasion as any.” Ginger said as she popped the cork and poured them both a glass of the cherry red liquid.

“But Miss T… Ginger, you know I’m not old enough to drink.” Ian said incredulously

“Psshh,don’t be such a goody goody. You’re old enough to vote and fight in wars, I think that makes you more than mature enough for the occasional glass of wine with a responsible chaperone.” She said pushing the glass into Ian’s hand. 

The young man couldn’t argue with that logic, plus it wasn’t like he’d never nipped the occasional sip out of his mother’s liquor cabinet when she was out of town.

“Just don’t tell my mom, ok?”

“Deal” she said as she returned to her spot on the couch next to Ian and gave an enthusiastic “Cheers!” as they clinked the glasses together. 

Ian took a sip expecting to wince at the taste of fermented grapes, but was pleasantly surprised by how sweet and mellow the taste was. There was an ever so slight bitterness hiding in the flavor that Ian couldn’t place, but he chalked it up to the alcohol and drank greedily from the cup. Before he realized it he’d already finished the entire glass. 

“My, quite the lush aren’t we?” Ginger teased, taking the glass and filling it again before Ian could respond. “Don’t drink this one too fast sweetie, this is strong stuff and I’d rather you savor the taste than get sloppy.”

Ian obeyed graciously only taking the occasional sip from the glass as the campy movie about Wall Street brokers who occasionally turned into bloodthirsty werewolves played on. During one of the first transformation scene Ginger scoffed and said, almost to herself,

“So unrealistic.”

The comment struck Ian as very odd. There was nothing realistic about werewolves, especially ones who were stock brokers by day. 

As the movie went on, Ian started to feel warm and relaxed as the wine started to affect him. Everything took on a hazy dream-like feel. He tensed up a bit during a sex scene between one of the cursed brokers and his secretary as they both transformed mid coitus. There was a lot of nudity and it felt a bit awkward watching such a hot scene with someone who was 30 years his senior and a surrogate mother.

“Sweetie, can I ask a personal favor of you?” Ginger’s voice turned husky by the wine echoed almost directly into Ian’s ear, nearly causing him to jump. She had been inching closer without Ian noticing and was now nearly shoulder to shoulder with the boy.

“Erm, sure what’s up?” Ian said, trying to contain his nervous energy.

“Those stilettos did a number on me earlier, would you mind rubbing my feet?”

Ian’s breath caught in his throat. This was a really personal favor, and one that came uncomfortably close to many of his buried fantasies about his mature neighbor. In fact, his very first orgasm had come from imagining this very scenario. His voice was tense and almost cracked into a high pitch squeak as he said, “Um yeah, sure, of course!”

“Mmmm good boy” Ginger cooed as she stretched out on the couch and put her dainty bare feet into his lap.

Ian began to rub Ginger’s soft soles with his thumbs paying extra care to her arches where he felt the most tension, working each foot in turn. Ginger let out a soft moan each time he found a tender spot causing Ian to tense up. It was too much. Despite Ian’s best efforts he felt himself start to grow hard as he caressed the pair of feet he’d worshiped from afar so many times. He hoped that Ginger didn’t feel the bulge growing in his pants under where her heels were. After a few minutes however, the second glass of wine began to take hold and Ian’s arousal began to be replaced by a sudden heavy sleepiness. He relaxed his grip on Ginger’s feet as began to drift in and out.

“Mmmm not getting tired already are we?” Ginger said, as a devilish smile spread across her face. 

Ian tried to respond but his speech was so slurred all that came out was a guttural moan. Something wasn’t right. His vision blurred and began to darken. The young man tried to fight for consciousness, but to no avail and was soon overcome by a deep, dreamless sleep.

Ginger smiled with deep satisfaction as she looked at the passed out boy on her couch. Now the real celebration could begin.

	Ian’s eyes flew open as consciousness once again flooded his mind. He had no idea how long he’d been out, but as his vision began to focus in the dim fluorescent light, he saw that he was no longer in the den. The walls around him were bare concrete, save for two windows covered by bars on the inside set high up towards the ceiling to his right. Directly across from him was a sturdy looking metal door. He was propped up by pillows behind his back in a sitting position on a large california king bed, seemingly the only piece of furniture in the room. Ian tried to move but his body wouldn’t respond and as he looked down at himself he quickly discovered why. Thick rope criss crossed his body from neck to foot in some sort of shibari pattern leaving large patches of his tanned skin exposed to the cool air of the room. With great horror he realized that besides the rope, he was completely naked. Nipples and genitals lay completely exposed, artistically framed by the rope to give as much access as possible. His arms were bound behind him preventing any movement. 

Panic began to flood Ian’s mind and he began struggling against his bindings. The rumors had been true. He was trapped in Miss Tillman’s basement, and was soon to be her next victim. Just as the horror of his situation really began to take hold, the sturdy door across from him unlatched and opened. Ginger strode confidently into the room dressed in a black silk robe that left very little to the imagination.

“Oh good you’re finally awake.” she said nonchalantly, as if there were nothing unusual about the situation. “I was beginning to worry I’d put a little too much barbital in your wine.”

“What the fuck is happeneing!?” Ian screamed. “Did you fucking drug me? Why am I naked and tied up!?” 

Ginger ignored his protesting questions and instead walked over to one of the high set windows and looked out at the night sky.

“Yes, very soon now” she said to herself.

“HEY DID YOU FUCKING HEAR ME!? LET ME GO YOU BITCH!”

“My my, such language.” Ginger said tauntingly “I know your mother taught you better than that.” 

“Please, please let me go.” Ian started pleading. “I don’t want to die”

“Oh sweetie,” Ginger said sympathetically “What do you think this is?” 

“Why did you drug me, and why am I tied up?” Ian asked again.

“Well the ropes were to keep you from running off too soon, and the drugs, well how else was I going to get you down here? Haven’t you ever heard of foreplay? ”

Foreplay? Was this Miss Tillman’s idea of some sort of sex game!? 

“Miss Tillman” Ian said, his voice softening slightly “If this is what you wanted, all you had to do was ask.”

“But this is SO much more fun!” Ginger cooed, “Heck, I know at least two dozen men in this town who’d pay good money to be exactly where you are.”
	
“Then why don’t you kidnap and tie them up?!” Ian spat sharply.

“Ooh you’re so tense” said Ginger teasingly “That’s no mood for you to be in on your birthday. How about I help you relax?”

Ian’s scantily clad captor crawled sensually onto the bed and over her bound detainee. She straddled him and lowered herself down onto his pelvis. Ian felt warm lightly haired skin massage his exposed member. Ginger wasn’t wearing any panties under the robe.

“There, isn’t that much better?” she cooed softly, wrapping her arms around him and pressing Ian’s face into her luscious cleavage. 

“You and I are going to have such fun tonight. Just relax and let me take care of you.” she whispered in his ear.

Ginger’s sweet perfume filled Ian’s nostrils causing his mind to swim. His cock continued to stiffen pressing against his jailer’s soft vulva as she started to grind her hips against his.

“Yes that’s it.” she murmured “I know you’ve wanted this just as much as I have.”

Ginger pulled Ian’s face from her chest and into a passionate kiss. Her thick succulent lips enveloped his like matching puzzle pieces. Tongue flicked against tongue and Ian’s resistance started to falter. He had wanted this. Since he was old enough to have such thoughts, he’d been hopelessly attracted to the older woman next door. Miss Tillman had been his first crush, his first fantasy, and it was looking increasingly likely that she’d be his first lay.

 Ian gave in and let his tongue begin tussling with hers. Ginger ran her long nails through Ian’s hair massaging the back of his head as they passionately made out. Ian began to notice a wet warmth against his quickly stiffening cock as Ginger began to leak arousal onto him. She broke the kiss and began kissing and nibbling his neck, then slowly made her way down the teen’s prone body until she found the swelling prize between his legs. She paused and admired his now fully erect phallus.

“My you’re impressive, even more than I thought you’d be!” she murmured excitedly before running her tongue from his testicles all the way up the front of his shaft She began flitting the tip of her tongue against his frenulum causing Ian to let out a breathless moan. A bead of pearlescent precum formed on the tip of his head which Ginger greedily lapped up.

“Mmmm and you even taste good too.” She then took the entirety of his girth into her mouth and began to deep throat him. The sensation of being relentlessly milked by Ginger’s experienced mouth overwhelmed the young virgin’s senses, sending him into near convulsive spasms. He felt himself edge quickly toward orgasm. Sensing how close he was, Ginger relented and released him from her mouth leaving his quivering phallus twitching with each of his rapid heartbeats. Ian panted in complete sensory overload from being edged so masterfully.
Ginger stood up from the bed and looked over her conquest with a salacious grin. 

When Ian at last regained his senses and looked up at his seductress he saw that the brilliant green of her eyes had been replaced by a bright yellow, and her teeth looked somehow sharper. Was it a trick of his eye, or an aftereffect of the barbiturates she’d drugged him with?   

Without giving him a chance to process what he was seeing, Ginger undid the tie at her waist and let the silk robe drop from her shoulders to the floor. As many times as Ian had fantasized about Miss Tillman’s body, none of his fantasies came close to the voluptuous statuesque glory that stood before him. She was Venus De Milo made flesh. Blushing red nipples stood erect on perfect, perky double Ds. Her curvaceous stomach gave way to sloping wide hips. Her neatly maintained bush was as shockingly red as the hair on her head. Slack jawed, Ian could do nothing but stare at his captor as she crawled seductively back on the bed and sat up across from her enamored captive. She put her arms behind her for support then spread her legs all the way open giving Ian a perfect view of her glistening labia. With the grace of a prima ballerina she brought her feet together and sandwiched Ian’s still quivering cock between her arches. Ian let out a deep gasp as she began stroking him with her soft soles.

“Yes I know that’s what you really want you dirty boy.” Gingers voice oozed sensuality. She had him right where she wanted him.

Ian didn’t notice at first as reddish brown fur began to sprout and ripple along Ginger’s arms and legs, but let out a startled yipe when he opened his eyes and saw the changes his seductress was undergoing. Her arms, legs, and stomach were now almost completely covered by fur. All of her teeth had become sharp canines. Nearly luminescent yellow eyes looked at him entrancingly.

“What’s happening to you Ginger?” he asked, still unsure whether or not he was hallucinating or not. 

Without breaking her gaze or the rhythm of her stroking feet she said,

“I’m going to let you in on a little secret about myself that no human still living knows, and something I could be killed for if the wrong person found out.” 

The young man’s heart began to pound in anticipation. 

“I’m a werewolf Ian, and tonight is a full moon.”

Ian was floored. She may as well have said she was a sentient insect from arcturus. It had to be a trick, but as his mind wrestled with the incomprehensible fur continued to spread across Ginger’s body. Soon, her breasts were covered and the wave of fur traveled up her collarbone, then her neck. As it reached her head her jaw began to push out into a lupine muzzle, her nose flattened, then changed color turning black and glistened with wetness. She let out a great moaning yawn showing all of her razor sharp teeth, letting her lengthening tongue loll out as her muzzle pushed to its full canine length. She began to moan as the changes intensified, her voice becoming deeper, huskier. Fur covered her face as her ears became pointed and moved to the top of her head. A long reddish brown tale with a white tip sprouted from her tailbone and blossomed behind her,and  began to swish excitedly. Ginger’s muscles bulged and her body took on more mass, becoming taller and bulkier with each passing moment. 

The immaculately manicured red nails on her hands and feet began to lengthen into thick black claws. Her feet began to stretch, and Ian could feel the bones crack and shift against his cock as they rearranged and changed shape. Her fourth and little toes fused while the other toes grew larger. She slid her arches back and gripped his shaft with her now larger and more dexterous digits. The skin on the bottom of her toes and the balls of her foot darkened and toughened, becoming thick paw pads. The sensation of the silky pads rubbing against Ian’s shaft drove his arousal to new heights. Part of him knew he should be trying to escape his monstrous captor, but he couldn’t break his consciousness free of the fiendishly pleasurable sensation of Ginger’s paws stroking him closer and closer to climax. Now almost completely transformed, Ginger began rubbing her pulsing clitoris with her padded fingers. As she completed her transformation, she brought her captive to a completion of his own. Unable to hold back anymore, Ian let out a breathless moan and sprayed a hot seed all over his lupine seductress’s paws and stomach. The combination of the intense arousal that came with her transformation and watching her helpless victim cum despite his terror sent Ginger over the edge. A titanic orgasm rocked the wolf woman’s body causing her to let out a howl and squirt a hot jet of her own into Ian’s open, still moaning mouth. He almost choked on the sweet and salty fluid, gasping at the shock of his mouth suddenly being filled with the werewolf’s liquid arousal. He swallowed, then lay in shock. Ginger proceeded to lick her paws and stomach clean, savoring every drop of Ian’s cum. She then lounged back on the bed, her bright yellow eyes watching her captive expectantly, tail wagging excitedly behind her.

Before Ian could ask what Ginger was waiting for, a great boiling heat erupted from his stomach and began spreading through his entire body causing Ian to writhe in pain against his bindings. Ginger’s ears perked up and she crawled up next to her writhing captive, and began stroking his hair and whispering calming words to him.

“Shhh it’s alright, the first time is always the hardest. You’re going to be ok”

“Wh..What’s happening to me?” Ian whimpered. 

Answering his question with another, Ginger said,

“What do werewolves do to humans when they aren’t eating them?”

Ian’s mind was too overwhelmed with pain to even fathom giving an answer.

“They turn them” Ginger whispered into his ear.

“You mean I’m turning into.. URRGH.. I thought you had to be bitten to become a werewolf.” Ian said, gasping between waves of surging pain.

“Well that’s one way, but really any exchange of bodily fluids will do it, including swallowing my arousal.” the wolf woman cooed. 

“P..p..please make it stop, I don’t want to become a monster.” Ian pleaded.

“It’s too late for that sweetie,” Ginger said stoically. “The process has already started and fighting will only make it worse. Give in and accept your birthday gift.” She paused before adding “This is a high honor. Most humans are turned through unintentional and random acts of violence. Only those most cherished and loved by my kind are turned in this way.”

Ginger’s words felt miles away. The searing pain became an intense full body itch. Patches of dark brown fur began to sprout all over his skin and ripple out in every direction. His already toned muscles began to bulk up making the ropes around him grow painfully tight. The teen’s heart beat so fast Ian thought it might explode. Every one of his muscles tensed and cramped under the enormous stress. Tears streamed down his face.

“Please! Please make it stop!” Ian sobbed.

Ginger gently took the crying boy’s head into her paws.

“Ian, look at me and focus on the sound of my voice.” she said softly yet firmly. 

He opened his eyes and looked into Ginger's pools of translucent yellow. 

 “You’re going to be ok,” Ginger said reassuringly, kissing him gently on the neck and mouth. “I’ll walk you through the change. Do what I tell you and it’ll hurt much less.”

“Ok” Ian said, giving in and accepting his situation. Simply accepting what was happening to his body decreased the pain significantly. The fiery itch subsided into a dull tingle and fur began to spread faster, rippling down his arms and legs. His muscles relaxed and he ceased writhing.

“Good boy.” Ginger cooed. “Now that you’re still we can undo these bindings.” 

The wolf woman then began skillfully cutting the ropes with her claws making sure not to nick the still delicate flesh of her young charge. As soon as the bindings were loosened, Ian rolled towards Ginger and wrapped his arms around her waist in an instinctual need for security and safety. His will had been completely broken. He was entirely hers now. Ginger returned the embrace and pulled Ian tight to her.

“Yes, that’s it darling. Let mama take care of you.” She purred, stroking the back of his head. “Now take slow, deep breaths. Breathe into the changes.” Ian obeyed, breathing deep and letting the tingling sensation wash over his body. As the fur reached his feet, bones began to elongate and shift causing him to once again wince in pain.

“Stretch your legs and point your toes out.” Ginger instructed him. 

Ian rolled onto his back and did as she said, pointing his feet out like a ballerina. The pose instantly released the pressure on his joints. Ian watched in astonishment as his feet elongated, and toes fused taking on the form of canine hind paws. Warm throbbing heat emanated from the bottoms of his toes and the balls of his feet as the skin blackened and ballooned out into soft spongy pads. His toenails grew out into thick black claws. Ginger moved to the foot of the bed and began massaging his changing feet until with a final CRACK CRACK the muscles and joints of his talus bones shifted into digitigrade orientation. A wave of relief crashed over Ian’s lower body, causing the changing teen to let out a deep growl of a moan.

“Yes, it feels good to give into the change doesn’t it?” Ginger murmured softly. 

“Uh huh” Ian responded hazily. Ginger then straddled him and took both of his still human hands into her paws. She started massaging them, relaxing the muscles and letting the change do it’s work. His nails began to grow into claws. The same throbbing heat he felt on his feet began to radiate from the tips of his fingers and palms as they grew soft black pads. What had felt like unbearable pain a minute ago was beginning to become intense, almost orgasmic, pleasure. Ginger pulled her young companion up into a sitting position right as Ian started to feel a tickle at the base of his tail bone. What started as a small furry nub quickly bloomed into a long black tail with a gray tip. A surge of hormones began to flood his bloodstream. The intense tingling pleasure became focused on his pelvis. The feel of ginger’s fur against his still naked human cock sent surges or arousal through him. Despite having orgasmed just a minute prior, Ian began to feel himself growing hard again. 

Ginger felt Ian stiffening against her nethers and responded by beginning to rhythmically grind her still soaking labia against his lengthening shaft driving his arousal, and changes, to higher peaks. Fur covered his testicles and began rippling up his shaft forming a canine sheath. His cock grew longer, thicker, and turned a bright shade of red, becoming tapered at the end. Ginger shifted her weight and grabbed Ian’s now fully lupine member in her soft paws and guided the tip to the pulsing jewel at the top of her labia. She snarled in pleasure feeling her young lover's cock twitch with anticipation against her clitoris. As warm arousal began to drench his pelvis, Ian felt the final phase of his change start to take hold. His nose flattened becoming leathery and wet as his teeth sharpened and jaw started to push out into a long lupine muzzle. The changes to his face put enormous pressure on his skull.   

“This is the worst part, but it’ll be over soon” Ginger said still grinding her sex against him. “Open your mouth like you’re about to yawn and look up.”

Ian followed orders and opened his maw making room for his new canines to grow. His jaw bone popped releasing the pressure and pushed out to it’s full canine length. His newly sensitive canine nose began to flood with the smell of his soon-to-be mate’s arousal. New instincts began to push the human part of his mind further and further back. The need to mate with the dominant female on top of him became an all consuming fire in his psyche. Fur covered the rest of his face and his ears lengthened out and moved to the top of his head. 
Ginger watched with satisfaction as the last vestige of Ian’s human mind let go and the deep blues of his eyes melted into a fluorescent bright yellow. Ian let out a howl and pushed Ginger off from on top of him and back onto the foot of the bed. He stood up and circled, growling as the combination of hormones, his new wolfish instincts, and Ginger’s intoxicating scent engulfed every corner of his consciousness.

“There he is,” Ginger whispered, her voice dripping with desire. 
“There’s my big, strong mate. Now it’s time to come take your prize.” 

The werewolfess rolled onto all fours lifting her tail and presented her swollen, black, and dripping labia to him. Without any hint of inhibition, the male werewolf pounced and forcefully pushed his entire length into the supplicant female. 

“FUCK YES!” Ginger squealed as she took his entire length. “Breed me you savage fucking beast!!”

Ian enthusiastically obliged, grabbing Ginger’s waist and rhythmically rocking his hips. Primal instincts overrode his virgin inexperience. They rutted against one another, Ian’s cock growing harder and thicker with each pump until a large knot began to swell where the shaft met sheath. Ginger’s velvety walls squeezed and massaged his shaft as she came over and over growing tighter with each orgasm. After a particularly strong climax, Ginger pulled herself away from the rutting werewolf causing Ian to snarl, enraged at being stopped. Ginger rolled over and stood up muzzle to muzzle with the unhinged male.

“Come back to me Ian” she said commandingly.

Her voice pierced through the thick haze of hormones and instinct and pulled Ian’s human consciousness back to the forefront of his mind. He stood stunned for a second looking over his transformed body and looking inquisitively at his mate. 

“That’s a good boy, I want you fully present for this next part.”

She then crawled back onto the bed and lay on her back, spreading her legs and beckoned to Ian. The enthralled lupine obliged and crawled on top of his alpha. She grabbed his quivering shaft and guided him into her. Ian began slowly sliding in and out of Ginger as she wrapped her legs around him. They kissed passionately, tongues intertwining. Ian then moved his muzzle down to Ginger’s voluptuous breasts and began kissing, licking and lightly nibbling her fur covered nipples causing Ginger to let out deep guttural moans. The knot around Ian’s sheath kept bumping up against her opening, and he was now unable to fully penetrate her.

“I don’t think I’m going to fit” Ian said frustrated.

“We’ll see about that!” Ginger said devilishly as she used all the strength in her legs to pull Ian into her. The knot popped across her slick threshold locking them firmly together.

“I don’t want any of that delicious seed of yours wasted!” Ginger squealed as she and Ian began to rock their hips in rhythm. 

“Finish what you started, fill me, breed me, make me your life mate!” Ginger screamed, egging on her mate to completion.

Obeying his alpha’s command, Ian pumped in rhythm with his mate until the pair of werewolves let out dueling, bellowing howls and simultaneously climaxed. Ian began releasing great ropes of seed into Ginger’s awaiting womb. The pair collapsed into each other's arms panting from the exhaustion of their vigorous mating. They lay there unable to speak for what felt like an eternity as Ian continued to orgasm filling his mate with bucket after bucket of semen.

“I.. think I’m stuck.” Ian said, finally breaking the silence.

“Yes, that's natural.” Ginger said, panting aftershocks causing her body to tremble with each convulsion of her mate’s phallus “Your knot should go down in about 20 minutes, but until then we’re stuck.” She said, smiling up at her lover.

“What should we do until then?” Ian asked.

“Just hold me,” Ginger whispered, putting a finger up to his mouth. “Let me enjoy this, it’s been so long since I’ve been with one of my kind.” They lay there locked in each other's embrace, exhausted and satisfied. Before Ian realized it, he drifted off into a deep sleep still holding his lover in his arms.

Ian awoke alone, still in bed and very naked, but had completely returned to human form. His memories felt like a fever dream, however the scratches in the mattress and the discarded ropes on the floor told him that the lupine shenanigans had been very real. Soft sunlight streamed through the windows telling him it was sometime the next morning. He sat up and began to look around just as the latch on the metal door clicked and a now very human Ginger walked in, still wearing the same gown from the previous evening carrying a huge tray of breakfast food. The smell of bacon, eggs, and toast had a new depth and dimension to it that Ian had never experienced before.

“Good morning lover” Ginger said, smiling delightfully as she crossed the room and sat the tray on a fold out stand near the foot of the bed. Without a second thought Ian nearly leaped across the bed and started shoveling the food into his mouth, almost finishing the entire plate before realizing his lack of manners.

“Oh my God I’m so sorry” he quickly apologized to his hostess, food still in his mouth “I have no idea what came over me.”

Ginger laughed amusedly “Don’t worry about it sweetie, it’s normal, especially after your first time. The change eats up a lot of calories and we didn’t feed last night.”

She sat down next to him and began rubbing his back as he finished the plate. Ian noticed an intoxicating scent coming from Ginger that was less perfume, and more of a sweet musk. He sat the plate down and began kissing her neck, drinking up her aroma.

“Down boy.” Ginger said giggling “Trust me we’ll have plenty of time for seconds later.”

“Why do you smell so good.” Ian said dreamily.

“One of the side effects of your new gifts,” she replied. “All of your senses are heightened now and since I’m your alpha, my pheromones are going to drive you wild until you’re used to them.”

“My alpha?” Ian said inquisitively.

“Yes, I’m the werewolf that turned you which makes me your alpha, your pack leader. We also mated which makes the bond doubly strong, especially since I took your virginity in the process. You’re mine now” Ginger said with a wink.

“So is this permanent?” 

“Afraid so, but don’t make it sound like a curse, because it’s not. This was my gift to you for your 18th birthday and one you’ll come to cherish as I have.”

“What other side effects are there?” Ian questioned.

“Well, you’ll find your strength, even in human form, has increased significantly. You’ll be immune from most sickness and disease and wounds will heal much faster. All that being said your lifespan has now significantly increased. I’ve heard of some werewolves that can live comfortably to the ripe old age of 150 if they play their cards right.”

Ian took a second to process all the new information. He was excited and also a little anxious about the new horizons that had just opened up for him. After a minute or so he asked,

“So why me?”

“You’ve always been such a sweet and kind hearted boy. You’ve also had the hots for me since you hit puberty. I knew I could trust you and I needed the first recruit for my new pack to be someone I could trust unconditionally. Plus, young men are so much easier to train before they hit 25. Something about brain development.”

“How did you know I had the hots for you?” Ian asked incredulously 

“The nose always knows,” Ginger said, putting a finger on one of her nostrils.

“So do you have an Alpha as well?”

Ginger looked away wistfully, an expression that was almost grief crossed her face.

“I had a pack once, but they were killed when I was very young. You see Ian my kind, well I should say our kind, used to rule this world. Almost every king, emperor, and otherwise significant leader you’ve read about in your history books came from a werewolf lineage. Over the centuries between wars, revolutions and coups, we’ve been hunted down to the brink of extinction. Those that weren’t killed suppressed their gifts and married into non werewolf bloodlines without turning their spouses. There’s a reason many of the royals in Europe were hemophiliacs. A guild of hunters exists that’s dedicated to our complete extinction. That’s how I lost my parents. We weren’t careful and were discovered. I’ve been on the run ever since.”

 “I’m.. so sorry Ginger.”

“It’s ok love, it’s old pain and I’ve done what I can to accept the past and embrace the future.” she said, turning back to Ian and giving him a loving smile. “Which brings me to you. It’s been decades since I’ve had contact with another werewolf and I began to fear I may be the last of my kind, at least in North America. I thought about letting my line die out, but I just couldn’t. Not too long after moving to Stoney Brook Falls I began hatching a plan to create a new pack, but I had to be extremely careful about who I brought into the fold first. For a few years I feared there were no good candidates in this godforsaken suburb, but then you and your mother moved in next door.” 

Ginger began lightly tracing circles on Ian’s back causing his spine to tingle. 

“You were an outcast like me, and after watching you grow, I knew you were the one. I just had to let you ripen a little before plucking you from the vine.”

“So what happens next?” Ian asked

“You’ll need to stay with me the next couple of nights of the full moon. Your changed mind will be unstable the first few times. I was keeping you, how shall I say, distracted last night, but there’s serious bloodlust that comes with the first few changes and you’ll be a danger to any humans or animals that happen to wander across your path. That’s why I had this room built. No way in or out without my say so. Over time you’ll learn to control the change, and will even be able to trigger it at will outside of the full moon, but until then you’ll need to be under my strict guidance.”

Ian looked away, not necessarily liking the idea of having an uncontrollable monster inside him that came out every month.

“Oh don’t worry sweetie I’ll find lots of ways to keep you entertained in the meantime. I won’t let you hurt anyone.” Ginger said as she moved her hand down to Ian’s crotch and began lightly teasing his shaft with the tips of her nails causing the young man to melt under her touch.

“You’ll master it quickly. As I said, young men are so much easier to train.”

Ian relished the sensation of being touched by Ginger’s experienced hands, but soon a new more pressing question entered his mind.

“Do you think I got you pregnant last night?” he asked nervously.

“I don’t know, I’m a little old for that sort of thing, but it’s not entirely outside the realm of possibility. You’re not afraid of fatherhood are you?”

“No” Ian replied, “but I didn’t think I’d be losing my virginity and becoming a father on the same night.”

Ginger smiled and stroked the back of her mate’s head reassuringly.

“Don’t worry about that now, we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.”

Ian suddenly sat bolt upright.

“Fuck, my mom! What the hell do I tell her!?”

“Nothing yet” Ginger said firmly “She’ll find out about us when the time is right. I’ve got plans for most of the humans in this town eventually, but we need to start slowly, and carefully.”

“You mean finding more recruits for the pack?”  

“Exactly,” Ginger said with a mischievous smile. “I think we’ll start with that hot little snooty ex of yours and work outward from there.'' 

She began to stroke her young mate more vigorously causing him to swell. He laid his head on her shoulder nuzzling her affectionately before starting to kiss her neck.

“I’ve always been interested in a threesome.” Ian said dreamily becoming like putty under the experienced touch of his alpha.

“Oh we’ll be having much more than threesomes by the time we’re through.” Ginger whispered salaciously into her young lover’s ear. She let go of Ian’s now fully erect throbbing member and stood up in front of the bed, dropping her robe to the floor. 

“But  we have lots and lots of training to do first.”

To Be Continued