Marcia ran out to her car, getting ready to follow Tommy, and then changed her mind. For years she'd been considered a "nutjub" or a "crackpot" for her beliefs. Yet now she had the opportunity of a lifetime, to document the existence of werewolves!
She rummaged around in her backseat, grabbing another tranquilizer dart and her handheld camcorder. She walked up to the front door of the house, banging on the door authoritatively. She could hear footsteps, and Blake opened the door. "Who are.." was all he could get out before the dart hit him in the chest and he fell to the floor.
Marcia dragged his limp body up the steps, back to his bedroom and tossing him on the bed. Pulling zip ties out of her back pocket, she quickly secured him to the bed. She set the camera up on the dresser across from the bed, making sure it was in focus. The last thing she wanted was some blurry footage of a hairy kid, and the supernatural had a way of not showing up on tape well.
Marcia steadied herself; she knew what she had to do, but she needed to be careful not to risk infection. She also didn't exactly find Blake attractive, mostly due to how young he was. Still, business was business, and in the interest of science, she was willing to make sacrifices.
She reached over and began to massage Blake's flaccid member, feeling a bit of a forbidden, dark pleasure in seeing it begin to swell and grow erect. Blake moaned softly, beginning to wake up. "What..what the..." Blake said, struggling at his bonds.
Marcia ignored him, instead concentrating on coaxing his member into action. It was fully erect now, and Blake's moaning grew louder, suddenly getting a husky tone. With a rustle, fur began to blossom and a sheath rapidly began to grow around his reddening penis. Blake snapped at the air as fangs began to grow and his perfectly-groomed nails turned slowly into talons. The bed began to shake with the shuddering of his muscles, as his body reformed itself.
Marcia continued her handjob, her fingers expertly massaging the half-human member, her rhythm increasing as his change intensified. He erupted into her hand as his transformation reached its climax. Marcia jumped up, wiping her hand on a specimen dish, depositing a large glob of semen for further study.
The zip strips wouldn't hold the beast for more than a few seconds longer, she knew. Marcia ran to the dresser, grabbing her camcorder and ran out of the house. As she hopped in her car, she saw the werewolf hop out of the bedroom window, charging for her car, but she was able to outrun him after only a city block or two.
Marcia headed back to her apartment, feeling quite accomplished, despite her actions that had bordered on illegal. But actions have consequences, ones she hadn't thought about.