(Nice to have you back Dandriel)
"Euuurrgghhhhh" moaned Tommy, throwing his head back as his now
crimson colored prong jutted forward and upward, putting his thickening
hands to his head as the hormones and other chemicals surged through his
thickening body, pumping him with feral lust. He removed his paws from his
eyes, revealing cold yellow orbs. A mat of fur bloomed forth from his chest,
setting his lurid, hefty red strip of wolf meat in contrast as it twitched in its final
stage of tumescence. Just as his nose began bulging forth into a muzzle, a
pale white hand backhanded him viciously, sending him to the floor.
"BAD Tommy!" shouted an accented voice. Tommy put his half-formed tail
between his hirstute shanks and whimpered as a tall, imposing woman in a
white lab coat stepped forth.
She was dazzingly beautiful, with a strong-willed face and Indian
cheekbones, and was in her 30s, despite a premature streak of gray in her
luxuriatantly flowing hair. Marcia breathed a sigh of relief at being spared
werewolf rape.
"Dr. Lobis-Homen I presume?"
The alluring woman in the lab coat nodded.
"Correct my dear. I am impressed that you managed to track me all the way
here. But not impressed enough to let you out of this building."
"Think again Doctor. I don't work alone. I've already given my partner enough
information to build a case against you, and if I go missing he'll make sure to
let the authorities know who's responsible. However, there's no need for us to
butt heads just yet. I may be of some service to you. But I find it hard to believe
that a woman of your genius is just engaged in some petty act of revenge
against the Atwells."
The Doctor grinned. "But I AM my dear! Look at my handiwork!" She waved
her hand at Tommy. "From a bright honors student to a bestial, thuggish freak!
Imagine how it'll break the Atwell's hearts! But you're right my dear--Tommy is
merely an instrument of mine, part of my life's project. You are probably
wodnering how a scientist like myself could harness the magical power of the
werewolf. Let me tell you how, for I have longed for an intelligent audience.
I was born to a poor peasant family in Brazil. I was the 6th child of my parents.
My younger brother was the 7th--the 7th son of a 7th son, and therefore
cursed to become a "lobis-homen."
My father wished to destroy the child immediately. But I ran away from home,
taking the infant with me. I raised him as my own. Thanks to my own brilliance
I eventually became one of the leading geneticists on earth. I scaled every
peak in my profession, until I decided to embark on the ultimate project--using
DNA samples from my poor, cursed brother as the starting point.
My beautiful brother, whose condition could only be spread through magical
heredity, made me grow to love the beauty and might of the wolf,
and it angered me to see this beast hunted to near extinction. Originally I tried
to increase their numbers by convincing the city to hire me to work at
converting stray dogs into wolves for the zoo.
But when that fool Atwell discovered my side-experiments with human
embroyos,
my professional standing collapsed.
So I decided to forget about embryos and got myself a teenager instead. As
you can see, I have made a successful wolf-human prototype and slave in
Tommy, who has been sexually spreading his...gift...to his school mates.
Eventually all the high-school kids in New York will join his pack, and soon I
will have my very own werewolf army to sic on this Godforsaken city and the
Atwells. And when all the bloodshed has ceased, wolves will once again
tread upon the soil of New York! Never more will they be endangered! Soon,
all of America will be wolf country!"
She laughed jubilantly. Marcia, taking advantage of this monmaniacal
speech, had secretly removed a special pistol from her shoulder holster.
Dr. Lobis-Homen ceased laughing and again spoke.
"Now, my dear, what was that about you being of service to me?"
'I'm being paid by the Atwells to locate Tommy. I have their trust and
confidence. I can deliver them to you on a silver platter."
Marcia discreetly flicked her pistol's safety off. She hoped to play Lobis-
Homen and the Atwells off against each other and come away with plenty of
cash, but was prepared to take action if Lobis-Homen decided otherwise.
"Well, my dear, perhaps I could use you. On the other hand, it'd be much safer
to let Tommy make you part of his pack. The poor thing is just crying for a bit of
tail." She smiled at Tommy, who sat whimpering in the corner in semi-human
tones, his obscene penis still ramrod straight. "Puuhgghhh-leezz dohktuh" he
managed to groan, begging with puppy-dog eyes, and trying to rub himself
with a semi-paw.
"On the other hand, it would be such a shame to let such an intelligent and--
dare I say it?--BEAUTIFUL woman go to waste. Especially when she could be
of use to me." Dr. Lobis-Homen took off her lab-coat and smiled even more at
Marcia, her eyes glinting devilishly.
"Now my dear, whatever shall I do with you?"
Marcia tensed up and fingered her pistol when she heard the answer.