When I got back into the apartment, I found my mother pacing. She looked at me with concern when she saw I was shirtless.
“Is Cathy...” she asked, the question lingering and not fully formed.
“She's back to normal, Mom,” I replied. “I let her borrow my shirt, so she wouldn't get caught naked on the way home. She says she'll call you later.”
“Did you..” my mother asked, again letting the question linger without being fully asked.
“I helped her get control of the wolf,” I said somewhat curtly. I was suddenly very fatigued, which I was more than eager to blame on the stress of her suddenly losing control, and the semi-rough treatment I got in the elevator.
“Oh,” my mother said, and then her eyes widened suddenly. “OH.” Her shock switched to concern quickly. “Did she bite you?”
“No, Mom,” I replied, rubbing my temples. I was feeling more drained and stressed by the second.
“And you didn't get any of her fluids in your mouth, did you?”
“MOM, CHRIST!” I snapped. “I'm not stupid, okay? I just...I got her off.” My head was throbbing, and I could feel myself wobbling slightly. “Is that enough information, or would you like explicit details?”
My mother frowned. “Honey..I'm not stupid. I saw how close she was sitting to you on the couch, before she got triggered into changing. And I saw her grab your hand. I just want you to be careful. You're my baby boy, still..and I'm going to worry.”
“I know, Mom, sorry for snapping at you. It's been a pretty long night. I'm just gonna go to bed,” I told her, trying to extricate myself from the situation and avoid worrying her. If I fainted in front of her, I knew that wouldn't help matters at all.
“Are you sure you're okay, James?”
“Yeah, I'm fine. I'm just tired. I didn't get a whole lot of sleep last night.”
My mother gave me a look that said she didn't believe me, but instead simply said, “Alright. Have a good night's sleep. I love you.”
“Love you too, Mom.” I headed to my room and locked my door, and fell down onto the bed in absolute exhaustion. What in the fuck was going on here? It was a struggle to get my clothes off, even. I started to worry a bit, but reminded myself that I had the ring. If things were still bad in the morning, I would simply wish myself into good health. My panic in the elevator and garage with Cathy, with me blurting out poorly-done wishes simply couldn't be allowed to happen again.
I drifted off to sleep almost immediately, only to have a vivid dream of wolves howling and Cathy transforming again, in the light of the full moon. I woke up, covered in sweat, with my hand already wrapped around my shaft and my cock painfully throbbing for release. I quickly finished myself off, groaning in ecstasy as I had a powerful orgasm, shooting my load into the sheets. I made a mental reminder to wash them tomorrow, and then passed out again.
Another dream followed, this time of me going down on Cathy as she changed. Again, I woke up, covered in sweat. My pillow was damp, as was the fitted sheet I laid on. My hand was again wrapped around my shaft. My other hand-the one that had stimulated Cathy earlier-that I had forgotten to wash- was across my face, the back of it pressed tightly to me. I inhaled, and I could smell her sex, and it smelled incredible. With every inhalation, my cock throbbed again, and ohhhh how good it smelled! I cranked one out again, spilling more ropy seed across my sheets, and as I finished, a growl rumbled from my throat.
I sat up in alarm. “Oh no..oh no, no no..” I said, realizing the things I'd either missed or was ignoring from earlier. I was still severely woozy and fatigued. My body was aching, and I was still pouring sweat. Maybe I had just caught a nasty little flu bug. I wanted to believe that, but the more I thought about it, the more I realized that I was simply deluding myself. And somewhere, in the back of my mind, I could already feel a presence that hadn't been there before. It was me, but it wasn't, if that makes any sense. I needed to take care of this now. There were too many variables. I couldn't say that I NEVER would want to be a werewolf, at least not for sure...but this was not the right time. I had to use the ring.
“I wi-” I whispered aloud. My throat seemed to close involuntarily. “I wi-” again it happened. I tried to make a silent wish, as I had the previous week, but every time I tried to mentally wish to not be a werewolf, it felt like my mind was full of static. I tried every trick I could think of in an effort to clear my mind, and every time, it failed.
“Fuck..” I said, feeling a bit hopeless. And then, another wave of fatigue hit me, and I passed back out again. And the final dream came.
It was more vivid than the other two combined; it almost felt like reality itself. Cathy again, and we were naked, with the moon rising. We both succumbed to the inevitable transformation, and I could feel the overwhelming pleasure of the change. Then I mounted her, and we rutted like the beasts we were, howling our pleasure to the moon.
Again, I woke up to find my hand on my shaft, and the back of my other hand pressed to my lips. I let out a snarl, curling my lips back as I cranked on my shaft once more. I inhaled the scent of the bitch eagerly, and lapped at the remants of her dried musk on my skin. It tasted better than it smelled to me; it was like pure nectar on my tongue and once again, I came, this time impossibly harder than the first two. As I came, a howl erupted from my lips, a weak, human-sounding noise. I was annoyed and slightly ashamed, but then I smiled. The moon was growing fuller by the day, and soon I would be free.
I relaxed, passing out again.
I woke up to my mother knocking insistently on my door. “James, are you okay?” I heard her turning the knob frantically and repeatedly, even though the door was obviously locked. “James!”
“I'm fine mom..” I said. I swung my legs over the side of the bed as I sat up. What time was it? My brain was still sleep-fogged. I slipped on some boxers and opened the door just a crack. “What's the matter?”
“You've been asleep for almost two days, James! I nearly called 911!”
Two days? That was impossible! And then the dreams came rushing back in my mind, and I realized what had happened. “I was just a little sick, mom. I'm fine now. Sorry that I worried you.”
“Let me make you some dinner?” she asked. I could hear what seemed to be hurt in her voice.
“I was actually gonna go out,” I said. I wanted to find Cathy. Even the thought of her was making my cock throb. I quickly pulled on some jeans and a t-shirt.
“Please?” And this time the hurt tone was plain. She'd probably been worried sick. I'd locked my door, so she couldn't check on me. And sleeping for two days is not “nothing” in the grand scheme of things a mother might worry about. I felt immediately guilty. I at least owed her a little time.
“Actually,” I said as I opened the door, “Dinner sounds great.” She smiled and nodded, but the smile was just for show, judging by the look in her eyes.
“Thank you, James.”
Soon enough, dinner was ready and...