Thread: The Monster In Me (Orgasmo vs. Rapedoll)

Oh, Ill definitely give you a call, Ryan promised as he entered her number into his phone. When I do, be sure to let me know if you need any help with the cabin. He was about to tell her to be careful because of the recent rash of strange deaths, but he held his tongue. Take care now and dont be a strangler, Ryan joked as he got up, leaving Megan to her dinner. On his way out, he placed his empty beer bottle on the bar counter and headed out the door. Once outside, Ryan turned his face up to the sky. The rain storm had died down and had become just a light sprinkle. Even though the clouds still obscured the night sky, Ryan could still feel the full moon pulling at him. His skin tingled and his muscles twitched and spasmed as he breathed in the fresh clean night air. The urge to transform was too overwhelming and it was all he could do to resist. The inevitable change was imminent and Ryan knew he wasnt going to be able to make it back home in time so after looking around to make sure no was watching him, he ran around to the back of the tavern. From there, he quickly crossed the small field behind the bar and slipped unnoticed into the woods. Once a little ways in, Ryan then found a spot and began digging a shallow hole in the damp ground with his hands. Next he took off all of his clothes and placed them in the hole along with his wallet, keys and phone and buried them. Hed come back for them sometime tomorrow when he was back in his human form. Now naked, Ryan took off deeper into the forest hoping to get as far as he could before the change. As the seconds ticked by, he could feel his mind already changing, becoming less and less human and more and more wolf. His senses became more hyper acute with each bounding step, picking up all the sounds and smells of the forest. The ebbing rain gave way to a ghostly fog carried in on a light breeze which infiltrated through tree branches and along the forest floor. As he continued to run, Ryan became more discoordinated, stumbling, bumbling and falling over through the underbrush as his body slowly began transforming, until Twenty minutes later, a frighteningly loud, bloodcurdling howl emanated from within the forests surrounding the town of Bristol Ridge. The plaintive wolfish wail tore through the night air, stirring many woodland creatures from their sleep and sending others scurrying to hunker down in the safety of their dens. Ryan, the werewolf, ran. Over the hills and through the woods. He had never felt so strong and free as when he was in his bigger, faster, stronger lycan form. It was invigorating. With his wolf mind now free from the shackles of human ethics and morality, Ryans werewolf instinct took over complete control and now he was free to roam. Free to hunt. Free to kill. He had tasted human flesh and blood and he wanted more. Ryan, the werewolf, stopped at a stream and crouching down on all fours, began to drink from its waters. When he had his fill, he sat up on his haunches. It was at this point he heard the sound of a car in the far distance. Ryan immediately shot up as he heard the engine come to a clunkering stop. His hyper acute ears perked up in attention as they caught the sound of a car door opening and closing. His upturned nose sniffed vigorously at the night air. A faint, yet vaguely familiar scent teased his nostrils. Human, female. Something deep within the recesses of his brain told him he had come across this person before. However, Ryans innate animalistic cravings precluded any further discernment as the werewolf let out another wild excited howl and hastened with predatory stealth toward the source of the female scent. Some time later, Ryan came upon a dark isolated cabin where the scent of the female was strongest. Crouched down at the edge of the tree line, the werewolf watched intently from shadows. If it werent for the car parked outside and the dim light of a lamp inside, one would have never guessed the place was inhabited. Through the window, Ryan spied a young blonde female illuminated by the soft glow of an old oil lamp. Once again, something in the far reaches of his brain suggested he might know this fetching blond. But once again, this faint recognition was quelled by his ferociously savage lycan appetite and desire. Thick saliva dripped from large canine fangs as Ryan continued to silently observe the nubile blonde through the window, waiting for his opportunity to strike.