Once Bitten (CLOSED)

[intriguess]

It was nerve wracking, how she wanted to be with him every moment of the day when she was apart from him, and when she was with him she was afraid of exposing herself as a freak. It was strange how her last relationship had ended because he had been keeping a secret and now she was the one with a secret. She was relunctant about him meeting her family, after all every man had some secrets and she knew her brother's would be quick to point out his flaws. She was so not ready to face any skeletons in his closet.

She was hesitant about meeting his sister but tried not to show her fear as she eventually agreed. Mackenzie was under a lot of stress, and she was doing her best not to show it.

Little did she know that beyond the physical changes, there were major hormonal changes, and that being around Mark both eased her condition and accelerated it.

It was hard to believe her accident was just over a week ago, her birthday seemed so trivial now. When he suggested a day off, alone in the country, it seemed like the perfect thing and she agreed with a toothy smile.

It felt like a big relief, to have time alone with him, outside of either of their homes, and she happily agreed.

 

[Malvolio]

After dinner, Mark called his sister Kelly and made plans for dinner with her on Sunday night. He explained that he wanted to introduce her to someone very special.

"Oh, so my big brother has a new girlfriend, eh? What's she like and how'd you meet her?"

"She's... very special. You'll love her. I think I do... already."

"WOW, Mark! So you've got to tell me... how did you meet her?"

"She... was a patient..."

"Whoa! Whoa, Mark! Remember what you said they told you through med school... doctors aren't supposed to date patients? There are so many reasons..."

"Kelly, it's complicated. Let's just say I am really falling in love with this woman and..."

"You... the ladies man? Well, I guess somebody decided to grow up a little."

"Kelly."

"What? I'm right and you know it. Ok, I'll give her a chance, Mark. I'll see you Sunday."

After he hung up, he told Mackenzie the news, but was surprised at her less than enthusiastic response.

Eager to change the subject, Mark pulled out some old photo albums he'd brought over from his place. He show Mackenzie pictures of himself growing up, his high school senior photo, family vacations, college graduation, and fun with med school pals. He shared stories about his past, his family and friends. Throughout the pictures, various girlfriends from Mark's past were visible. It seemed every activity featured a different girl sitting in Mark's lap, kissing his cheek, hugging him. There was a few cases of a consistent girl or two and Mark pointed out his girlfriend from college to whom he was briefly engaged. Mark didn't really explain why they broke up and quickly changed the subject. The photo parade of Mark's ex's quickly become a source of embarrassment and he shut the album and suggested they look at some of her photos.

In bed that night, Mark commented on how well Mackenzie's scars had healed. He continued to be amazed at her recovery and asked if she'd always been such a fast healer and whether she had other old scars.

 

[intriguess]

She could hear every word he said, and while his admission of love made her heart soar, it soured as they had not actually made such an admission to each other. Everything was changing and it was a bit much to see the changes in the mirror, she'd lost weight, and while her gyno had joked she had a six pack hiding under the softness of her stomach, now it was there for everyone to see, and the padding had melted off her thighs as well, and her well muscled backside seemed more prominent as the inches had vanished from her midsection.

Her breasts seemed miraculously immune to gravity, the soft full globes resting higher, bras were practically unnecessary now. It was strange to see old photos, she glossed over the scars, struggling with the changes in how she looked, the smiling pudgy teenager staring out from underneath glasses. Very few photos of any man in her life other then her brothers, who had the same dark hair, but with varying other similarities.

"I wasn't an accident prone child, surprising considering the broken bones, reaaranged noses, and other things my brothers got into." She smiled and leaned into his touch, enjoying the physical proximity. It was surprisingly easy to talk to him, despite ahving to gloss over her own scars, scars that had vanished since her accident.

"Us Reardon's are fairly hearty folk, the doctor used to joke we only came in when we were bleeding profusely." She laughed and snuggled against him, a subvocal growl as she showed him her parent's wedding photo.

"I almost forgot their anniversary is coming up pretty soon. I guess with my birthday and the accident it slipped my mind."

 

[Malvolio]

The next morning, Mark and Mackenzie packed a picnic lunch, took his car and drove far out into the country. Mark asked about her parents, how they met and if they had plans for the anniversary.

When they reached the hilltop he had in mind, they parked the car and strolled over to a grassy spot under a large willow tree. They laid out a picnic blanket and made themselves comfortable. As they made sandwiches, Mark noticed how Mackenzie went straight for the meat and barely touched the vegetables.

"Mmm! You do love the meat, eh Hannibal?" he teased her.

It all seemed so perfect. As they enjoyed the cool breeze blowing through, Mark reflected on how dramatically his life had changed in little over a week. He was certain of it now. He was truly falling in love with this woman. She was intoxicating to him and he felt the need to always be by her side, to have her, to possess her like... like a mate or something. The last thought left him wondering where it had come from. All of the growling and hyper-charged sex... God, what had gotten into him? Into both of them?

After lunch, they snuggled together against the tree. Mark gently kissed her lips, stroked her cheek and, looking deeply into her eyes, whispered "I love you, Mackenzie Reardon. I want to be with you forever."

 

[intriguess]

She wanted to say it back, and at the same time feared exposing her heart. He seemed to love so easily, and she smiled, closing her eyes and whispered a soft, "Okay." Their hearts were beating as one, and she felt as if the whole world was perfect. She was just waiting for the other shoe to drop, her whole life had been a series of perfect moments followed by disaster.

She recalled her last real boyfriend, she felt he had been on verge of proposing when he up and left, leaving her with no contact information, and no answers. It had done a number on her despite her brothers reassurance that he'd been a user. She felt they knew something she didn't, and hated the secrets, always feeling left out as the only girl.

The words 'you wouldn't understand' haunted her.

"Forever might not be that long with my luck," she teased gazing into his eyes, her own luminescent orbs a lovely shade of amber.

She didn't care for the vegetables, but the sweet fruits, well her sweet tooth was as strong as ever, as if she needed more calories to maintain her new temperature and more muscular form.

His phone rang, and she packed up the leftovers wanting to give him some privacy. She could hear every word and her body instantly tensed up at the whiney self serving tone of Sharon's voice. She was dripping with concern over his 'sick' day. It was enough to make Mackenzie want to puke.

 

[Malvolio]

When Mackenzie merely answered "Okay", Mark's heart sank. He felt as if he'd put his feelings out there too soon. He was acting like a desperate, needy schoolboy with a crush.

He tried to put it out of his mind, but it gnawed away at him. Wasn't she feeling it too? But their passion? Their words? The looks they gave one another? Was he now falling prey to the same treatment he'd given so many women that he'd taken to his bed only to tell them later that he couldn't reciprocate their adoration?

When his phone rang, he answered it without looking. It was Sharon, who was just about the last person he wanted to talk with at this point. He reassured her that he was feeling better and would be back tomorrow. He glanced at Mackenzie. Although she couldn't possibly hear the conversation, her face showed a mix of anger and disgust.

"Mark, I really hope you aren't spending time with that Mackenzie girl. Look, about what I said yesterday... there's more and you really need to hear it. I just don't want to see you get hurt."

"Look, I don't care what..."

"Mark, she's a gold digger. Before the last guy, there was a whole series of guys. She's like, a total slut. She's like the town bike..."

"Enough!" Mark angrily snapped. "That's enough. I'll... deal with this matter later."

"But... but... Maaaark," Sharon whined as Mark hung up.

Taking a deep breath, Mark turned to Mackenzie and feigned a smile.

"That was... Sharon. She's... she's just a pain in the ass.

"Let's get going."

Mark was quiet through most of the drive home. Between "Okay" and Sharon's revelations, he was privately angry at himself and uncertain whether he could trust Mackenzie or not. On the interstate, he accelerated, darting in and out of cars. He glanced over at Mackenzie and noticed her increasingly heavy breathing. In his anger, he contemplated continuing at his breakneck pace, but rational thought returned and he slowed down to a pace with which he knew she would be alright.

By the time they'd pulled up in front of the apartment, her eyes had practically rolled back into her head and she was panting profusely. Mark was about to apologize for his earlier speeding, feeling like an insentive heel, when Mackenzie's eyes snapped open and glared at him with a menacing, wicked stare. A low growl erupted from her throat.

"I'm sorry, Mackenzie. I'm really sorry. That... that was insensitive of me."

He didn't know if she was going to be sick, cry or try to tear his throat out! Her expression said a mix of all three. And then he noticed that one of the thin spaghetti straps of her dress had slipped down her arm, partially exposing one of her breasts. Her large nipple stood erect, practically begging for attention.

 

[intriguess]

She felt her life crashing before her eyes, it was as if he was trying to kill her. She doubted the sincerity of his words, how could he possibly care about her, much less love her when he treated her like this. She was shaking by the time they returned to her home. She wasn't sure if she wanted to throttle him or fuck him. Her body was filled with adrenaline.

She felt like her skin was too sizes too small, and she just wanted to rip his eyes out. She practically leapt from his car, "It's done, and you can't change the past." Her voice rough and feral wild. She moved amazingly fast, her legs loping her lean form seeming to bounce from the car to the door to inside all in a few blinks of an eye.

Mackenzie unlocked the door still shuddering as she hit play on her answering machine. There was something nice about her family calling her landline, and she listened as several of her brothers and her mother had called asking how she was, wondering if they could bring her something to eat.

She poured herself a strong drink and downed it hoping to calm the shakes that seemed to not be fading. She kept smelling wet dog, and seeing glowing green eyes, and fangs. Everything was swirling in her mind circling a drain waiting to be processed and her head was pounding.

The instant he touched her the trembling went from external to internal, and the swirling thoughts vanished. All her rage changed to lust and she turned to him, pouncing on him, kissing him when he started to speak.

"Shut Up," the two words a command as she was unable to hold herself back, her full strength and rage funneled into this one moment. Mackenzie tore his clothing off, her nails raking his back before pushing him roughly to the nearest floor space big enough for sex.

Her eyes glowed, her gleaming white teeth looking menacing, and she slipped out of her clothing in what seemed like a second before crawling over him. Kissing him again when he opened his mouth as if to speak. She possessed him, her hand coaxing his cock to it's full potential, the raw need crackling in the air, as she lowered herself to him and took what she wanted.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark followed Mackenzie into the house, expecting the worse. He calmly put away the picnic items and waited as she listened to her messages and then poured herself a drink. As she gulped down the last of the drink, he placed his hand on her shoulder. He wasn't sure how she would react. Would she cry? Be angry? Pull away and withdraw?

Her actual reaction was the last thing he'd expected. She pounced upon him, kissing fiercely, ordering him to shut up, tearing at his clothes and pushing him to the floor.

Mark was both incredibly aroused and stunned. The way with which her mood had switched from anger to arousal was more than a little unsettling to him. However, his own lust and desire overwhelmed his concerns and fears and propelled him to aggressively pull at her clothing and eagerly kiss and fondle her now nude body.

As Mackenzie seized Mark's already erect cock and quickly brought it to full attention, he growled hungrily, knowing how that seemed to arouse her. Looking up at her, he was stunned to see her eyes seeming to glow again and her teeth gleaming and sharp. True fear crept down his spine now for the first time. She lowered herself onto his eager member and began to buck up and down, pumping his manhood at breakneck speed. Mark gasped and groaned, the fear still in him. He could deal with her aggressive mood swings and was intensely aroused by her enormous sexual appetite, but the physical changes that seemed to come over her were frightening. He began to fear that if she wasn't fully sated and satisfied, she could potentially turn violent and use those sharp teeth and her clawlike nails to attack him.

Once again however, the overwhelming and intoxicating sexual spell she seemed to cast over him drew Mark in and silenced the voices of fear in his head. He eagerly thrust forward, responding in kind to her grunts and moans. Her body beckoned him and they took from one another.

She rode his cock, her hips grinding against his and his hands pulled, sqeezed and rubbed at her firm breasts. As they drew closer and closer to orgasm and their moans and cries grew louder and increasingly animalistic, he reached down and tweaked her clitoris with his thumb. To his surprise, like the night of their first date, he found her clit swollen, hard and protruding forward at the top of her wet sex. She let out a load groan as he touched it, throwing her head back and seeming to savor his touch.

As he kissed her neck, he couldn't help but to nibble lightly and snake his tongue in circular patterns as he moved down to her shoulder blades.

 

[intriguess]

The sex was undeniable fantastic, the orgasms beyond intense, afterwards she couldn't help but feel drained. She was a complete wreck, emotionally physically psychologically drained, and she found herself crying against his shoulder. Her whole world was shattered, spinning helplessly out of control, and the storm seemed as if it would never clear.

"I'm sorry," she sobbed, feeling tiny and pathetic. "I don't know what's wrong with me." She kept her eyes closed. She knew he was going to leave her, she was as sure of it as she was that she needed him more than air. The pain of the contradiction was horrifyingly painful. Why couldn't he have met her a month ago or any time before her birthday. She was pitiful, and wondered how he could even consider staying with her.

After all, amazing sex wasn't enough to keep people together, especially with someone as unstable as herself. She listened to his heart beat, the rhythm relaxing, as she wondered how long he would stay. How long she would be an emotional wreck, how long her life would be turned upside down.

 

[Malvolio]

As they laid on the floor, breathing heavily, coming down off their mutually explosive orgasms, Mark drew Mackenzie close, holding her trembling body tight against his.

"Shhh," he whispering soothingly. "It's ok, it's ok.

"Mackenzie, I'm so sorry I was angry. I was mad at myself because I thought I might have scared you off and I stupidly lashed out at you. But I meant what I said this afternoon. I am truly, deeply in love with you and I can't stand the thought of being without you. I need you. Want you. I have to be with you. I've never felt this way about anyone before. I know you might have doubts about me and my intentions, but please let me show you. This isn't a physical or sexual need. It's emotional. It's... on so many levels. God, I feel so attached to you. Physically, emotionally, spiritually. Bonded to your."

Mark softly touched her chin, lifted her gaze to meet his and kissed her trembling lips.

"I won't leave you, Mackenzie. I can't. And I don't want to let you leave me either. I can't. I won't let you go. Never. You are mine and I am yours."

His eyes burrowed deeply into hers as he made this final statement, trying so hard to make her understand and feel the intense feelings he had for her. He ran his fingers lightly through her thick hair, kissed her forehead and inhaled deeply. Her scent was so alluring, so intoxicating to him.

His fingers gently stroked her back as his words sank in.

"I realize that... that maybe you're going through some sort of... changes. I've noticed these things. You... heal quickly. There's not a mark on you. Your eyes seem to almost glow sometimes when you're aroused. Your body is a model of physical perfection and you've never mentioned going to the gym. But whatever it is... if it is anything... maybe some sort of genetic quark or alergic reaction... that's happening inside you, I don't care. I want to be with you and will be with you no matter what. I won't let you push me away, Mackenzie.

"You are mine and I am yours."

Those words. Again.

 

[intriguess]

Mackenzie who grew up among men, had never had someone treat her this way. Occasionally she was accused of being a 'princess' when she wanted something girly, or was being emotional. So she had locked up years of unspent tears, and feelings of isolation and abandonment, which were now pouring from her along with tears. She couldn't speak, which was good since she had no idea what to say.

She felt like a rag doll that had been thrown around and then left for the dog to chew on. Somehow she managed to stand up, wipe away the tears and look at the mess she'd made of their clothing. She didn't want to deal with the mess right now, so she sniffled a little, wiped away a few more tears. Trying to decide how much to share with him, she feared going from sexually desirable to a medical curiousity.

She bit her lower lip glanced down at him and whispered in a soft gravelly voice that seemed meant for his ears only. "I'm going to take a long hot bubble bath, do you mind cleaning up?"

For once it was a request and not a demand, she could do it herself, but right now she wasn't ready to acknowledge the mess. She was about as beaten down as she was going to get, so there was only one way left to go and that was up. If every dark cloud had a silver lining, well then maybe the rain was begining to let up and the sun shine through. Somehow in her mind it wasn't the sun, but the light of the silvery moon that shone through.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark cleaned up things and put their clothes in the laundry basket. As Mackenzie settled in for a bubble bath, he made her a cup of her favorite hot tea and brought it to her in the tub. He smiled as she took it and offered to sit with her if she wanted. When she declined, he politely left her to her thoughts.

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A few days later, Mark and Mackenzie were sipping wine at the bar of their favorite Italian restaurant, awaiting the arrival of Mark's sister. Things at been a little tense at first over the past few days, but seemed to have settled a little bit. Mark was concerned about Mackenzie and their relationship. Her erratic behavior had left him feeling uncertain about where they stood and even her own mental well being. He tried to be supportive and caring, but at times it felt like she was hanging by a string.

At last, Kelly Cox arrived. Mark's sister was a tall, slender brunette with pretty eyes and an inviting smile. She greeted Mark with a hug and kiss and then gave the same to Mackenzie.

As they were seated at a square table for four with each of them on a side and Mark in the middle, Kelly mentioned how she'd been looking forward to meeting Mackenzie. Mark had been so enthusiatic about her, she added.

While they munched on salad and got to know one another, it was clear Kelly was very protective of her big brother. On the surface, she was friendly and outgoing, but Mackenzie felt as if she was being judged.

When Mark excused himself to the rest room, Kelly leaned forward.

"Look, Mackenzie. You seem like a nice girl. I think we could even be friends. But while my brother seems like he's all swagger, he's a nice guy deep down inside. Don't hurt him or mess with him."

The last sentence came across as much like a command as a request.

 

[intriguess]

The words were a warning, and it could have been funny, in fact it should have been. Truth be told her brothers had undoubtedly used the same line on the few men she'd let them meet. But applied to her, well it just seemed cruel as if it was a certainity and not a possibility.

Mackenzie was still trying to decide if he'd be better off without her, with all the changes going on. Sure she'd leveled out a bit, and the sex was phenomenal if a bit less emotionally charged. She had just gotten used to the idea that he wasn't going to leave her and no longer made love like each time was the last time.

Dinner went okay after that, Mackenzie was polite and friendly to Kelly. Afterwards she was struggling with her self confidence, and the thought that she could hurt Mark albeit unintentionally. She had intended to show him just how fast she healed, but now was in a headspin again. The car ride was quiet, the walk upto her appartment was quiet, and the whole world seemed to be waiting to hear her speak.

She was trying to get up the courage to speak, but when she opened her mouth, the wrong words came tumbling out. "Your sister doesn't think very highly of the woman you date." She included herself in that number as she flicked on a light, took off the dangling earrings she had picked out to show off her short haircut and her neck.

She wasn't sure why her piercing hadn't healed like the rest of her, it was small detail she just didn't consider. She no longer gave a second thought to her glasses, and kicked off her shoes, glad no one had noticed she was two inches taller now.

She desperately wanted a drink, but it made her feel like an alcoholic, so she made herself a cup of hot tea instead. So much had changed that she wasn't sure who she was anymore, much less who she would be in a week. Even if he loved her now, what was to say he would love her in a week, much less for the rest of her life.

She leaned against the counter, recalling how just a few days ago she'd practically assaulted him. Luckily he was willing, then again he was always willing. The green dress that had seemed sweet and perfect for meeting his sister, seemed all wrong now. She set down the tea and went to the bedroom taking the dreaded dress off and slipping on one of Mark's t-shirts.

She finished off her tea and found him and with a smile she sat down in his lap. "I guess I wanted her to like me from the start." Which was the begining, the middle, and the end of that conversation.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark smiled as Mackenzie climbed into his lap. "Just give her time. I think she liked you just fine."

Mark rubbed Mackenzie's arms and shoulders. She looked great in his t-shirt. He'd always had a thing for women in baggy shirts.

"Baby, all that matters is that I love you." He pulled her close, kissed her cheek and they snuggled together in the reclining chair.

That night as they slept, Mark dreamt. In his dream, he was lost in a large, dense forest. As he walked, he called out for Mackenzie. Periodically he would catch glimpses of her in the underbrush, darting in and out of sight. He'd hear her voice, like a whisper in his ear.

"Darling..."

He looked up at the full moon hanging low in the sky above, its light illuminating the forest around him.

She was leading him now. He could hear her, see the movements of the brush. He was following her, closing on her. There was a clearing just ahead. He was running now. Running. Closing. He burst into the clearing.

She was there. Her nude body glistening in the moonlight. She slowly came toward him. They embraced and as he closed for the kiss, her eyes opened, glowing a bright yellow. Her mouth opened, her gleaming pearly white teeth visible.

Suddenly she growled and lunged at his neck, her mouth widening into a vicious, gaping maw full of fangs!

He snapped awake, crying out in surprise. He was covered in sweat, his erection pushing the sheets up in a tent.

Seconds later she was awake, embracing him, calming him, soothing him. He held her close, tenderly kissing her cheek. As he leaned back against the headboard, she lifted her gaze and he gasped at the sight of the glowing yellow eyes staring hungrily at him.

He screamed.

Suddenly he was awake. It had been another dream with a dream. Or a nightmare inside a nightmare. Or perhaps... a vision?

 

[intriguess]

She stirred, feeling his heart race, when he finally woke from whatever nightmare he'd been having the look in his eyes was one of pure terror. She wanted to make him feel better and her hand ran down into his shorts, a little surprised to find him already standing at full attention. Mackenzie realized she'd never gone down on him and as she kissed her way down, she could feel him shivering. She was just about to wrap her mouth around him when she looked up into his eyes. The terror in his eyes was palpable, and she lost all desire. She softly kissed the tip and whispered.

"Sorry, I'm not feeling that well." She slipped off to the bathroom and puked until nothing was left in her stomach. She had never felt so horrible in her life and her head was pounding. She cleaned up and went to the kitchen and fixed a cup of tea, hoping it would sooth her stomach. Suddenly she was staring at her kitchen calender and it occured to her that with all the sex they'd been having she could be pregnant.

It made her feel glowingly happy, and darkly depressed at the same time. After all she was going through enough without throwing this on an already out of control fire. It was still too early to take a test, besides Mark was heading out to a conference at the end of the week. She could figure it out privately before leaping to any conclusions.

Mackenzie had been pregnant once before, and had been thrilled, then when she lost the baby, it was as if the world ended, and she'd finally thought she had recovered at her birthday party. It hadn't been meant to be, as the father had finally shown his true colors when she revealed she was pregnant.

It would be different with Mark she tried to tell herself, as she finished off her tea. It was a rough couple of days as she started informing her family that she was dating someone. She was tired of answering a zillion questions, much less the ones about his social security number, last five addresses, how much debt he had.

By the time she had told her last brother, all of whom wanted to meet him RIGHT NOW, her headache was back with a vengeance.

Family dinner, at least Mark was happy about meeting her family. She wore a simple black dress, and hoped for the best.

 

[Malvolio]

The next few days flew by in a whirlwind. Mark prepared for the upcoming conference, arranging for colleagues to cover his patients while he was away. His haunting dreams also came back, about one every other night. As the dreams progressed, Mackenzie began to hunt and stalk him. He was running then, running from her. She was always chasing, closing in on him. When he inevitably awoke, covered in sweat and shaking with fear, she would wake and seemed to look upon him with an odd mixture of pity, hunger, and sexual desire.

In anticipation of meeting her family at her parents’ anniversary party on Wednesday night, he chose one of his nicer suits, selected a pair of excellent Burgundys from his wine cellar to take as a gift, bought flowers for her mother and picked out a card. While Mackenzie’s behavior and moods remained somewhat erratic, she was clearly looking forward to introducing him to her family and it was his sincere desire to make a good impression and get along with everyone.

The night of the party, he drove the two of them over in his Mercedes. Judging from the cars in the driveway, it appeared they were the last to arrive. Her father met them at the door, welcoming them inside. As they made their way to the living room where the rest of the family awaited, he was surprised at how loud and boisterous the whole place was. With as many brothers as she had, he’d expected it to be crazy. He wasn’t quite prepared for what sounded like an entire NFL defensive squad. Nevertheless, he welcomed the meeting and anticipated a fun evening.

The greatest surprise came when they turned the corner and he spotted Sharon sitting on the couch, leaning against what he immediately assumed to be one of Mackenzie’s brothers.

Mackenzie’s grip on his hand tightened, her nails suddenly seeming sharper and digging into the backs of his knuckles and a low menacing growl emanating from her chest.

 

[intriguess]

That bitch was wearing a red dress, that barely qualified as a dress it was so tight and tiny. She was also draped over one of Mac's favorite brothers. She clenched her teeth, unaware of gripping Marc's arm so tightly. Eventually someone offered her a drink and she pulled her glowing eyes off Sharon and smiled brightly at another brother.

She drank like their was no tomorrow, and eventually while her body was burning hot and fast, she did get a little more relaxed. She stayed close to Marc, more out of a sense of protection that possessiveness. It was far easier to deflect and defend when she heard the question. She glared when her favorite brother, obviously prompted by Sharon asked about their sex life. Luckily her dad stepped in and asked what he'd been drinking. It was pure hell for Mackenzie, but Marc seemed to take most of it in stride. She did need to go to the bathroom a few times, the wine had to come out some time, and during those moments she noticed Sharon and various family members talking to him.

She wondered which ones were threatening, and which ones were prying. She finally understood where his sister was coming from, and planned to invite Kelly out to lunch to have some one on one time away from her brother to get a sense of the woman behind the veiled threat.

By the end of the night she was feeling no pain, despite a pounding headache, and having gouged her nails into her hands often enough that she was glad she was wearing a black dress.

 

[Malvolio]

As they drove home that night, Mark commented on how he'd enjoyed meeting her family, how nice her mother was, about her father's great sense of humor and how her brothers, while curious and, at times, a bit overly protective of Mackenzie and prying of Mark, had seemed to accept him. He wondered out loud how the hell Sharon had met and started dating Mackenzie's brother Todd. They'd claimed to have met in a bar, but something had told Mark something was off about this explanation, although he didn't voice this concern to Mackenzie. He'd noticed how angry she'd gotten and the tension between the two women could be felt. Mark had let slip that he and Sharon worked together, much to amusement of all (except Mackenzie) present.

When they reached home and parked, Mackenzie's headache had gotten worse and Mark had to practically help her to the door. On the door stoop, he embraced her, kissing the top of her head. A warm breeze blew through and Mark commented on how pretty the moon looked that night. Mackenzie glanced up at it and seconds later she and Mark were engaged in an aggressive lip lock. The front door was pushed open, bodies hit the floor, clothing was pulled away and another wild fuck session was underway...

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A few miles away, another fuck session was winding down. Todd had just finished fucking Sharon from behind and she was now eagerly sucking him back to erection. In truth, Sharon was getting bored with Todd and her knees were bothering her. A sly thought crossed her mind and, switching to a hand job, she made a comment about having a nice time earlier, except that Mackenzie seemed tense. She and Mark were probably fighting. Afterall, he was about as monogamous as a dog, she said flippantly. Todd mostly ignored the remark, distracted and not giving a shit about Mark at this point.

Later, as Todd was slowly guiding his well lubed, albeit smaller, cock into Sharon's ass, she raised the subject of Mark's sexual history again. This irritated Todd who angrily pushed forward a little faster than he'd meant. After she'd finished squeeling, Sharon tried to explain herself and remarked "I'll bet Mackenzie has taken her share of Marks."

"What the fuck does that mean," Todd belligerantly replied, stopping all motion.

"Huh?"

"You said 'Marks'. What the fuck are you sayin'? Are you calling my sister a slut?"

"Well, I mean, I heard that she HAS had..."

"WHAT THE FUCK?!?!"

"I mean..."

Things went downhill from there. Twenty minutes later, Sharon was out of the house, driving home, her cunt and ass slightly sore, and Todd was asleep.

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A few days later, Mark was off to the airport for his flight to Phoenix and the medical conference. Mackenzie drove him, kissing him passionately as she dropped him off. He'd left Kelly's number with her and had encouraged Mackenzie to call her and have a drink with her sometime while he was away.

When he arrived at his hotel in Phoenix and was unpacking his bag, Mark was surprised to find a pair of Mackenzie's black lacy panties in his bag. They were the pair she'd worn on Wednesday evening and smelled of her sex. Mark chuckled a little, wondering if it had been accidental or whether she was 'marking her territory' so to speak...

 

[intriguess]

Once they got back to her place she'd felt woozy, but then Mark mentioned the moon and she was on him like bark on a tree. The sex was crazy, intense, and mostly on the floor. Eventually he'd carried her to the bed and she'd felt his love. It had scared her, and she was the one who woke up from a nightmare frightened and horny. He'd held her until the trembling subsided and then they had made love.

She been checking over Mark's bags and having just recently found her black panties, she opted to pack them, just to remind him what he had left behind.

She had just gotten home when Todd and Kelly had called, along with a full report from her brother in private security about his driving record and assorted other. Mackenzie wondered if the day could get any worse, when Todd called back and she made the mistake of picking up.

She listened to him bad mouth Mark, and she almost asked him Sharon, when he started telling her about what a pathetic fuck she'd been. Mackenzie was relieved and a little disgusted that her brother had fucked her. Her nails dug into her hands, blood was dripping on her floor when she finally hung up.

"Damnit," she muttered, washing her hands of the fresh blood then scrubbing the stains. She felt like crap. She felt odd that night, and after a long hot shower she was sad and glad her period had started. So she slipped into a pair of plain pj's and watched the sunset.

At first it felt like her skin was crawling, then she was itchy, and finally she just stopped resisting digging her nails into her flesh. The sounds coming from her mouth were straight from a horror story, as her body twisted, joints popping, hair growing, a horrific and painful transformation came over her.

Her neighbors would ask if she got a dog, and when she came to the next morning her bedroom would be destroyed, claw marks on the walls, pieces of flesh, blood and reddish fur all over the room. She cleaned it with a vengeance, calling into work to take a day off as she repaired the walls, trying to hide the proof of what happened to her.

By afternoon it smelled of fresh paint and plaster, and tears were rolling down her eyes. She couldn't remember much of what happened other than the pain. There wasn't a mark on her perfectly formed body. She wanted to call Mark to hear his voice, but at the same time it just seemed too much as she tossed out the bloody remains of her bed sheets and such.

The day passed in blurry slow motion and she dimly recalled eating, and as the sun began to set she felt restless, and she got in her car and drove. Finding herself at the crash site, the woods seemed to call out to her as she left her car. She'd brought a change of clothes, unsure of what would happen tonight. She was certain it had all been a horrible dream, and she was convincing considering she had cleaned up all the evidence.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark was enjoying the conference as much as he could. The seminars were boring and the other doctors were dull. The pharma company reps were eager to take them out for golf, dinner and drinks. Some of the female reps were overly friendly, which Mark was accustomed to. However, he was surprised to find himself not interested. His thoughts kept drifting back to Mackenzie.

They spoke during the evenings, their conversations often going on for hours. One evening toward the end of the conference, Mark had just come back to his hotel and dialed Mackenzie on his cell phone. He stood gazing out his window at the desert landscape which was illuminated under the light of the full moon. When she didn't answer he left a message and was surprised when she didn't call back that evening.

The next day passed quickly as the conference wrapped up and Mark's old roommate and spouse came by to pick him up. He was spending a couple of days with them and was looking forward to catching up. Mackenzie still had not called and he wondered if she was having a problem with her phone. He tried the land line, but only the answering machine picked up after several rings.

"Mackenzie, hey, it's Mark. I didn't hear from you last night or today and I wanted to check on you. I hope you're alright. The conference is over and Dave and Jenny are going to pick me shortly. I miss you and wish you were here. Call me, baby. I love you."

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Sharon was pissed off. Todd had dumped her and wasn't returning her calls. She'd met him by chance, but when she learned his last name was Reardon, she'd gotten interested. Sure enough, he was that cunt Mackenzie's brother. Well, one of them, at least. Christ, the whole family had bred like fucking rabbits. If they'd cut it short, the little bitch wouldn't have popped out.

Dr Mark Cox had been ripe for the plucking. She'd been flirting with him for months and just about had him to the point of asking her out when Mackenzie had stolen him away. He was perfect, everything she wanted... a rich, handsome, successful doctor. Sure, he'd had his share of women, but he seemed to be getting tired of the games and was hinting at getting serious. Or at least that's what he'd told another doctor when she'd been in earshot.

If only she could break them up! Sharon had always been competitive with other women, especially when it came to men. She'd always been the prettiest, the most sought after, the most everything! Her own insecurities were largely to blame for this constant need for validation. But the scuffle with Mackenzie that night in the hospital and her subsequent disciplining had burned a deep hatred for Mackenzie into Sharon's mind. She'd figured she'd dig up some dirt on Mackenzie from her brother Todd, charm the whole family and always be around when Mark came around. She'd be the belle of the family ball and when the time was right she'd expose to Mark whatever deep, dark secrets Mackenzie had... or else she'd make something up! They'd break up and she'd win him over.

Now this plan was ruined. Dr Mark was off at some medical conference in Arizona now. Sharon had spent the last few days brooding over her breakup, trying to come up with a new plan. She'd gone to the library in which Sharon worked, but couldn't seem to find much there. Just books, computers and some old lady in a sweater blouse who kept offering to help Sharon find something. Mackenzie had seen her on her way out. They stared at one another a few seconds before Sharon gave her a smug smirk and marched out.

Two evenings later, Sharon finally had a plan. With Mark away, she'd keep an eye on Mackenzie. She had her mini-camera with her. Maybe she could get a picture of Mackenzie talking with a man someplace and pass it off as another boyfriend or something like that to Mark. The idea had occurred to Sharon on her way home from work that evening and she detoured over to Mackenzie's building. After sitting in the parking lot watching her car for about 30 minutes, Sharon began to question herself, thinking how pathetic she really looked by going through all of this. Afterall, Mark was just one guy. So what was the big deal? Let that tramp have him.

Sharon was just about to leave when she spotted Mackenzie emerge from the building, a duffle bag in hand. She seemed to be in a hurry and her car darted out the lot at full speed. Her curiousity piqued, Sharon followed.

20 minutes later, Mackenzie had turned down a dark deserted road that ran through a heavily wooded area. There wasn't much back that way as it was an old county road, mainly used by hunters and fishermen and people trying to take a short cut. When Mackenzie's car pulled over to the side of the road, Sharon slowed and approached slowly. In the growing twilight, Sharon could make out Mackenzie getting out of the car and hurrying into the woods.

Sharon pulled her car over, killed the engine, grabbed her camera and cautiously followed Mackenzie into the forest. Her heart leapt with excitement. Mackenzie was up to something! Perhaps a dusk rendevous with a secret lover? Whatever it was, Sharon would get pictures!

Mackenzie was moving quickly through the forest. She was empty handed, the duffel bag remaining in the car. Sharon scrambled to catch up, but remain at a safe distance.

At one point, Sharon stepped on a large twig that made a loud SNAP. Mackenzie stopped, cocked her head and seemed to listen and then... sniff?... the air. Sharon froze, thinking her game was up. However, a few seconds later, Mackenzie continued on and Sharon's pursuit continued, albeit more cautious now.

Eventually, Mackenzie entered a small clearing deep in the woods. She stepped forward slowly and looked up to the low rising full moon in the sky. Sharon moved to the edge of the clearing, her camera on and ready to snap a picture when the objective of Mackenzie's dusk trek became apparent. Sharon's heart was beating rapidly now and a cool bead of sweat ran down her cheek. At last, she was going to get something on Mackenzie!

But Mackenzie just stood there, staring up at the sky. What the hell? Sharon thought about stepped forward, calling out to her and telling her what a tree-hugging freak she was, prowling around the woods after dark.

 

[intriguess]

She hadn't bothered returning calls, and her cell was basically for emergencies, as when she was at work she turned it off. In fact it was off now, sitting on the seat of her car, she missed Mark, but had been so wound up that she hadn't returned his call. He was due back tomorrow, she thought.

Mackenzie sensed she was being followed, but figured she must be imagining it. As she glanced up at the moon she felt the reality of her condition sink in. She started undressing as her skin was just begining to feel hot and itchy. It seemed even more painful today, as her nails turned to claws and dug into her transforming flesh. Her senses heightened and she recognized the scent instantly in her wolf form. She acted purely on instinct chasing after that bitch, her much faster form overtaking the pathetic human known as Sharon.

She was fully illuminated by the light of the moon, her large muscular body covered in reddish brown hair, and she destroyed the camera with one strong swipe of her paw. She felt a strange mix of adrenaline and the fear on Sharon's face was doing strange things to her body. She growled and pinned Sharon to the ground, finding her fear fascinating.

It was strange as if she was out of her body looking down, unable to exert any control over the actions she was taking. Her body felt wierd even for being a wolf, and it wasn't until she started to listen to Sharon's screams that she realized what was off.

 

[Malvolio]

Sharon was stunned to see Mackenzie begin to undress. "She's an even bigger freak than I thought!" Mackenzie discarded her top, exposing her firm, buxom breasts in the pale moonlight and leaving Sharon wondering how the woman had the audacity to go around braless.

As Mackenzie stripped away her shoes, jeans and panties, Sharon raised the camera, ready to shoot. "Smile big for your boyfriend, skank."

Before Sharon took the shot however, Mackenzie suddenly let out a loud, audible groan that turned into a growl. She was grabbing, scratching at her skin. Her fingernails had darkened and extended into long black claws. Her skin seemed to bubble and pulse. Something strange was happening to her and Sharon completely forgot the camera in her hands.

Fine, reddish brown hair had begun to sprout across Mackenzie's body and she let out a low moan filled with a mixture of pain and pleasure. Sharon's eyes widened as Mackenzie dropped to all fours on the ground, her body convulsing. Bones were realigning. Her shoulders and back were getting bigger, more muscular and her spine was noticeable stretching. Her ribs pushed the sides of her chest outward and the space between them expanded.

Mackenzie let out another loud groan, this one sounding much deeper than her normal voice. Her mouth opened, revealing a horrible maw of sharpening, growing fangs.

The hair was rapidly thickening now, covering Mackenzie's entire body with an unnatural pelt. Her joints popped and her legs twisted into double jointed wolf-like hind legs. Her feet grew and sharp, black talons burst forth from her toes.

Mackenzie's spine now began to extend further from her buttocks as a tail quickly emerged and sprouted fur. Her once large breasts seemed to expand and merge into her growing chest. A new layer of powerful muscles emerged across her arms, legs, back and chest.

Sharon watched the terrible scene unfold with an odd mixture of fascination and horror. She couldn't seem to pull her eyes away. It was like she felt... drawn... to stay where she was.

Throughout the transformation, the air was filled with wet tearing sound and a strange musky scent. Mackenzie... or the creature she was becoming... was crouched over now, her head down, her body tucked inward. Her formerly short black hair was now longer, shaggy and wild looking. It, too, had taken on a reddish brown tint. The entire transformation seemed to pause for a few seconds.

Suddenly, Mackenzie's head snapped upward and her hears grew long and pointed, rising up on her head like the ears of a wolf. She reared up and Sharon was greeted with the most unnerving sight of all. Mackenzie's face seemed to pulse and suddenly extended forward, forming a wolfish nose and muzzle. Her eyes snapped open, glowing with a yellowish amber light.

Mackenzie's head reared back and let loose a terrible HOOOOOWWWLLLL!

An instant later, Mackenzie was upon her. Reason had returned with the howl and every iota of Sharon's being screamed at her to run for her life. However, the enormous wolf that Mackenzie had become bounded after her and had her pinned to the ground in seconds.

The wolf hovered over Sharon, growling. Sharon's entire body shook, trembling with a fear unlike any she'd ever felt. She was certain her life was over. This bitch was going to tear her throat out.

But then... Mackenzie just hovered, growling, drool dripping down from her ferocious mouth onto Sharon's face. Sharon trembled, uncertain of what Mackenzie was waiting for. After watching Mackenzie's horrific transformation into a werewolf, she'd thought nothing more could shock her. Then she happened to glance down and saw yet another shocking sight. Between Mackenzie's hind legs hung a fur covered wolf sheath and testicles. Poking forward from the sheath was a large pink wolf cock.

Sharon screamed.

 

[intriguess]

It was a nightmare within a dream, or perhaps a dream within a nightmare. Mac the wolf howled a piercing sound that was part rage, part unbridled lust. With one careful and powerful sweep of his/her/its paw Sharon's lower garments were shredded enough to expose her slutty cunt to the wolf. The part that still was Mackenzie protested, but one her cock brushed against the slut her protests were banished.

She had Sharon pinned underneath her massive body, and flipped her over, opting to fuck her like the bitch she was. She was oddly careful not to scratch the slut, but bruising, well she had little control over her own strength in that regard. She shredded the clothes a little more and lifted Sharon's ass and listening to her scream and protest was turning her on. The more she fought the more the werewolf's cock pressed in, stuffing her cock inside the protesting bitch and roared with growling laughter as she thrust in and out of the bitch, sating the deep animalistic lusts on the poor intruder.

Mac the wolf was unnecessarily rough, partly because she had little to no control, and partly because truth be told she didn't care to be anything less than brutal, it was just a pure physical need, and when Sharon finally stopped crying and protesting, and began to enjoy it, well that was the moment Mac the wolf stopped holding back and let go, the primal eruption of seed filling the bitch, and oozing back out along his/her/its swollen prick.

Mac howled a delightful sound, that would send shivers down any normal person's body, and loped off to the forrest. Some part of her realized that Sharon was definetly not her life mate and therefore did not need any additional attention. Also mating had made Mac very hungry, and she feasted on the blood of some poor unsuspecting animal.





Some instinct pulled her back to the glen where she had originally transformed, and she woke up shivering, feeling cold for the first time in a long time. Her mouth tasted coppery and if she had a mirror she would see dried blood on her face. She felt foggy, so much of last night was still blurry, she could have sworn she'd seen Sharon, but that was impossible. She also had a strong desire to be with Marc, and she found her clothing and slipped her panties on, a little shocked to find that what little hair she had before between her legs was gone.

She felt different than yesterday morning, and for once she didn't feel hungry when she finally got to her car. Mackenzie flicked open her cell phone and saw the string of missed calls. It was still early in the morning, sunrise having just passed.

She listened to her messages and seeing it was barely 6am, decided to drive home and get some sleep before making any calls. For some reason she was very tired, and she managed to make the drive home and unlock her door.

She hadn't found her shoes and slipped off her jeans before falling into bed and going to sleep.

 

[Malvolio]

Sharon scream and moaned as Mackenzie the werewolf aggressively fucked and raped her. At times, she felt like the howls and growls were laughter, like the wolf was laughing at her suffering and delighting in the pain and brutality it was inflicting upon her. Sharon's mind tried to block out the entire incident as much as she could. At the same time, the horror of what she'd just seen... that bitch Mackenzie had actually transformed into an enormous and very male wolf... remained beyond comprehension.

Sharon began begging the wolf to stop. She addressed Mackenzie by name, pleading with her "Please Mackenzie, please! Oh God, please stop! Please! I am so sorry! I am soooo fucking sorry! Please, no don't!"

But the wolf only seemed to take more delight at the pleas, forcing itself upon Sharon with increasing force. The wolf had retained some use of it's front paws as hands and was able to grip Sharon's body and use it to drive its swollen prick further inside her.

Soon, Sharon's voice was hoarse and her muscles were exhausted from trying to fight and resist this powerful monster. Her body laid like a rag doll upon the ground, subject to the manipulations of her bestial rapist. It was then, amid her utter exhaustion, that Sharon felt the first hint... of pleasure. The warm, tingling sensation spread throughout her body, both invigorating and horrifying her. Soon she began to moan in lustful pleasure, whispering "yes, yes, yes" in a low, almost inaudible voice.

Sharon knew it was wrong, unnatural. But on a primal, subhuman level, she was enjoying this. The degredation and humiliation was part of the arrousal, stimulating her, making her long for more.

When the wolf finally erupted and emptied its seed deep inside Sharon, she collapsed unconscious. She laid there undisturbed in a pool of sweat and other bodily fluids for several hours while the wolf hunted and fed. Eventually, an hour before dawn, she regained consciousness and managed to crawl back to her car. She fled the scene, not thinking clearly and driving home instead of to a hospital as she'd been trained to do in the event of rape, let alone an unnatural pairing like what she'd just experienced. Once inside her apartment, Sharon collapsed in a heap upon her bed and slept until the middle of the afternoon. When she finally woke, she showered and scrubbed herself clean, not knowing what to do next.

Then it hit her. Mark was due home today. It had been Mackenzie that had done this. She had to warn him about what Mackenzie was!

Sharon dialed Mark's cell phone and left a long, rambling and nearly hysterical message about how she'd followed Mackenzie to the woods and watched as she'd undressed and transformed into a werewolf and how the werewolf had then attacked her and raped her. Eventually, the voice mail cut her off and Sharon was uncertain what to do next.

She sat holding herself and crying in her apartment as twilight approached. Before long, she was soundly asleep on her couch.

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Earlier that day...

Mark was getting off the plane, newly arrived back home from Phoenix. It was about noon and he'd still not heard from Mackenzie in days. He picked up his bag and tried calling Mackenzie's cell phone again. Still no answer. He left another voice mail, wondering what had happened to her and if she was alright and pleading with her to call him.

He made his way through the airport, emerged outside in the pickup area and looked around. If he didn't spot Mackenzie soon, he'd get in the cab line and head to her apartment.

 

[intriguess]

She woke up just before noon, her mouth felt strange, that coppery taste still present. She had forgotten about her phone, having set it down somewhere before falling to bed. She felt grimy and peeled off her clothes and threw them in the wash, and decided to wash them sooner rather than later. She yawned and stretched and started the laundry. It seemed like it had been forever since she'd done simple chores. She walked to the bathroom naked, it would be pretty hard for someone to see into her windows and rare to see her at this time of day. She started up the shower, not bothering to look in the mirror. She washed the last traces of blood off her body among other things.

She was having such strange visions, of a pink cock thrusting in and out of some cunt, she could only define as well used. Strange thing was, the cock seemed to be her own, and she shook her head, wondering if she would ever have control, ever really know what occured during the nights of being an animal.

She gasped, as she suddenly realized Mark was going to be home today, which meant he would be home tonight. All her research on werewolves had brought to the conclusion that she would shift a total of 3 nights, just before, during, and after the full moon.

She turned the water off, trying to think of a way to scare him away, any reason for him to not be with her tonight.