WARNINGS!: definitely adult content ahead. adult content that may strain normal perceptions of what is considered common or decent. you are warned.

Britt was glad she was ahead of schedule. She'd returned from St. Louis only days ago, and in the intervening days she'd been to San Francisco and Detroit, for the Red Cross and the ACLU, respectively. If she wasn't a nova, she'd probably be jet-lagged and dead tired. Instead, she was excited.
A smiled danced on her face. She shot through the chill Oregon air on her own steam, playing and swooping just below the cloud line, a small duffel secured by strap to her shoulder. Brittany loved to fly like nothing else, and in her own way, likened it to making love to the wind. She felt better than Wendy from Peter Pan and every fairy tale princess combined. It was magic.
But one thing they don't tell you about flying on your own is that when you can't identify destinations from the top, you end up having to do a lot of landing and checking to make sure you haven't overshot your mark. She'd arrived at Rogue Valley airport late in the afternoon, flying ex homo straight from the runway to Medford, and then periodically grounding herself as she traveled along the interstate to reorient herself and make sure she hadn't missed her street. The terrain, as beautiful as it was, didn't seem to help. Trees blotted out the land below wherever the city didn't prevail aside from a yard here or a park there, and as she approximated that she'd neared her destination, she began to descend.
She allowed a giggle to bubble up as she finally touched down for the last time, reckoning that from here she'd best walk, needing now to see house numbers and street names. No more flying today, she jokingly lamented to herself.

It was Robert - "robby" - she'd come out to this charming slice of the pacific northwest to see, today. The area wasn't altogether unfamiliar to her; her father routinely packed up the family and drove them down to San Francisco or the redwoods or even Reno on vacation, and Brittany had seen this area many times without ever stopping to inspect further. The whole region was a beautiful study in evergreen to her, full of people who in her mind really knew what it meant to be Americans. Salt of the earth folks who weren't grown in the Blble Belt were her favorite: they love their freedoms, they work for a living, and they don't feel any need to screw with other peoples' lives. A jay flew overhead, trilling out a song. She smiled at it as it swooped down towards her, singing her a little tune before moving on to perch in a nearby fir.
And what of Robert? Such a curious young man that had brought her out to this area today. He seemed so lonely sometimes, and that note left behind in his sig file, about his parents... He really sounded like he could use a friend, the poor guy, and the whole business of signing up for that novas-only forum was to make some new nova friends, herself. He had sounded really excited to have her over, she thought, giving a passing nod to the hope that she didn't disappoint. She wondered if he was as sweet a guy as he seemed to be on the op. She wondered if he was cute. She wondered if it might be all right to ask him about how mom and dad. She wondered other things, too. Things that put a funny, mischevious little smile on her lips.

The roads were nearly empty, save for children playing in their front yards or families with windows and doors invitingly open preparing for supper or just watching television together. Brittany drew plenty of gazes walking down the street, something she'd been growing progressively accustomed to over the last couple months. "People will stare," they told her at the Rashoud Clinic. "They will stare and they will whisper and they will call out. Your challenge will be to maintain your composure in the face of this." For Brittany, it was cake. Her mother had her in youngster beauty pageants since she was five, and she knew the score well enough. Smile, wave ocassionally, keep your poise. These people are your friends and neighbors and the people whom you prevail upon for their hearts and minds when it comes time to vote.

She counted down the house numbers, finding Robert's house with little difficulty, an imposing but homey two-story set into a copse of trees with its back to the woods at the end of a dead end splinter off a secondary road. Climbing the path that lead to the top of the mound, Brittany rang the doorbell and stood, an expectant smile awaiting her host when he opened the door to receive her.

It was the evening, and Robert Lamber was busy at cooking dinner. Bri...LiberTeen had told him she was arriving today, so he had set out to make the food he liked, maybe she would enjoy it too, Even if none of it actually matched.

Mini Hot dogs, filled with cream cheese? Check
Spaghetti with Avocado Sauce and Soy meatballs? Check
Three bean and two veggies salad? Check
Pineapple and Ciannamon Pie? Check
Buttered bread? Check

Seemed that everything was either done, or heating, and that was perfect, because there went the door.

Robert jogged to the door, excited to finally meet LiberTeen "I'm Coming!" Robert opened the main door to his house, and he was almost Floored by LiberTeen, she had seen her in Op feeds and Interview pictures, but damnit, those were nothing compared to the real thing. She just looked stunning there, waiting for him to open his door. He must have stood there quiet for more than a couple of seconds before he reacted.

"H..Hi! Come on in. I'm sorry, I forgot my manners. Hand me you bags, I will put them in the living room" Robert was literally tripping over himself, he had seen Caramel Bath and Weaver before, and while both of there were Gorgeous absolutely, LiberTeen did engrained herself on his mind as a beutiful being.

"I'm just finishing preparing food, do you want to eat? or do something else first?"

Brittany nearly gasped a little bit when Robby opened the door. She'd gone in to this with no idea of what he looked like, for starters. Not that it mattered too terribly, as she was one of the few girls who really, earnestly meant it when she said "looks aren't everything" - stuff like personality, brains, strength of character, view of the world, attitude, the way they treated her, and of course, how well they worked what they had - were all really important to her. Robert seemed like a genuinely sweet, bright, albeit somewhat lonely guy who needed a friend, and that was more than enough to bring here out here. And besides, it wasn't like she'd come here with the express interesting of screwing the guy's brains out, or anything.

That said, the option didn't sound like too terrible of one when Robert opened the door. The guy was a tank. He stood nearly a foot taller than her, and his body was rippling with muscles. Not in an overblown bodybuilder way, either, but instead it seemed as though some Renaissance master had carved his entire frame from a solid slab of pale marble in homage to Hercules or Thor and then draped it in jeans and a button-down shirt. If you were in to muscles, this guy was a puissant Adonis. Britt's hair was on end.

She dropped her head and looked up to Robby with her best doe eyes and blushed as he fell all over himself to invite her in. "He is adorable", she told herself, stepping inside delicately, letting Robert's massive hands claim her duffel and stowing them in a corner of his quaint parlor. Taking a polite look around the living room, it looked like Robby had picked out all the furnishings himself, and had done a pretty good job. He and her father seemed to share a lot of tastes, if the rustic look was any indication.

With a self-aware giggle, she removed her cape and hung it on a nearby coatrack.
"I'm just finishing preparing food, do you want to eat? or do something else first?", he asked, still apologizingly conscious of his actions.
Brittany smiled warmly at him, putting a hand on his chest and using it to brace her as she stood up on her tip toes and kissed him affectionaly on the cheek. A gentleman and a gourmet. She was impressed. "I'd love to eat, Robby. Thanks." Falling back down to her flat feet, she made a point of letting her hand linger on that sculpted chest just a moment too long to be an accident before strolling into the kitchen, beckoning him follow her with a look and a smile cast from over her shoulder.

She led him to the kitchen, and Robert followed along.

I still got a puppy crush on her. Robert was truly excited at the prospect of having LiberTeen over, it was to be the Solstice soon and she said she would drop by before her event, and he was grateful to have time to be with her.

Once in the kitchen, Robert pointed to a very plaid wooden table with four redwood chairs, under the table a small plate with no name and some crumbs of meat on it rested.

The stove was an old 1970's stove, probably came with the house, and Robert had it at full blast with all the dishes cooking at the same time. Spaghetti and the hot dogs were what was really taking up space, the Pie was in the oven and the salad was already done.

"Do you care to eat now? Its all piping hot and it has the flavor like that" Robert switched off the oven and the stove, the heat in the pans will keep the food warm. Robert setted the table for two, a glass, a plate, a fork and a knife, and some napkins. Everything that was needed for a nice dinner.

"You are lucky you arrived when you did, great timing. Food is hot, beverages are cold, and Wolfie is not due for another half hour at most. So we got time to chat over dinner." Taking a plate, Robert serves the spaghetti, with meatballs, and a side dish of 3 bean and 2 veggies salad, and mini-hot dogs with cream cheese. Some buttered bread in the middle of the table, and a promise of Pie filling the kitchen with its smell.

"I really hope you like it" and I hope to god I don't stare at your breasts during the whole dinner. "What would you like to drink? Water? Pop? Beer? Wine?"

Brittany giggled, taking the empty chair at the table. "I'm still not old enough to drink alcohol, but I appreciate the offer. I don't suppose it would do much good, though, huh?" She winked at him, an in-joke between novas. "I'll have water, if that's all right, with thanks."

She took an offered plate from Robby and waited until he sat down before gingerly starting to eat in a pleasant and mannerly fashion, taking occasional glances up at her host as he moved about the kitchen before sitting down, drinking in the hard curves of his sculpted frame. "He's got some beautiful eyes", she thought, and smiled warmly at him as he joined her at the table.
"This is really good!", she smiled at him as they started. "You're quite the cook, Robby. I'm really impressed. And I really appreciate you inviting me out to your home like this. I'm really happy to be here." She ate a bit of the salad and the spaghetti before interjecting, with a sly bit of suggestive grace, "Oh, and it's okay if you look, Robby." She arched her back almost imperceptively under the guise of restoring her already immaculate posture. "You're too sweet a guy to be so coarse, but really, I don't mind." She took a sip of water, smiled charmingly, and asked "So, anything on your mind? How are your studies?"

"Huh, thanks. Its just stuff my mother showed me how to cook when I was younger, said one day I would get to use it. I guess I did, huh?" Come on Robert, don't stare

Robert looking up saw straight into LiberTeen eyes Whoa...Beutiful eyes again...I gotta stop myself from just staring

"Oh, and it's okay if you look, Robby." found its way into his ears and Robert almost dropped his fork. "You can't be serious can you?" Robert mind blanked over the last question as he was still surprised by the declaration.

Robert's guest smiled back at him, just a hint of guile in her voice. "Robert", she addressed him matter-of-factly. "Tomorrow I will be on camera in front of the entire world. Anybody who cares to see what hides beneath this eufibre will have a more than adequate opportunity to do so." A blush scarleted her cheeks. "People have affirmed for me my entire life that I'm pretty, and since beauty kind of seems to be one of those consensus things, I guess I know it. But I like being pretty, Robby. I'm lucky, and I know it. I try not to be conceited, and I really do feel that the best kind of beauty comes from within. I try to be beautiful that way, too." She paused, helping herself to some hot dogs, salad, and bread, not returning her eyes to his. "I guess what I'm saying is that as much as I don't really like to admit it, 'cause I feel guilty about it, I like attention, Robby, and...you're a sweet, gentle, intelligent guy. So I guess I kind of especially like attention from you. I know that guys are kind of wired to be interested in girls. So if you like to look...um..." She giggled again, somewhat nervously. "Really, I kinda like it." She flashed him her big, beautiful doe eyes and smiled a bashful smile, and added, "As long as you don't mind if I look back."

"I...I guess, I just...I'm just not used to it. You would be the first girl to ever tell me that" Robert started to apologize again Apologizing is getting old, I will start to annoy her if I don't get over this little boy shyness

Smiling back at her, with a new determination Robert faced LiberTeen "Of course I don't mind, I try to excercise daily. It helps keep me in shape" Robber finishes cleaning up his plate just as he talk.

"It seems the food is almost over, I got a TV on the back, nothing huge just big enough for two people to see. Want to go and see a movie?" Robert said it inviting LiberTeen for a moment of fun "Got a nice couch too, comfy as a cloud too."

"I try to excercise daily. It helps keep me in shape", Robert smiles back as he cleans off his plate.
"It's working", Brittany thought to herself. "Big time. I wonder if all[/i] of him is that big..."[/i] She bit her lip while his back was turned.

"It seems the food is almost over, I got a TV on the back, nothing huge just big enough for two people to see", he gestured to the adjacent room. "Want to go and see a movie? Got a nice couch too, comfy as a cloud too."
"Sounds great", she smiled. "What've you got to watch?" She half-skipped to him and crooked her arm around his. "Just lead the way, Robby."

Robert clearned up the kitchen, taking his plate and glass to the sink, and washing it. Making conversation while at it "What do you feel up to? I got this new Horror movie, its japanese, and they say it will get you scared of your own shadow from all that horror. What do you say? are you a horror movie fan?"

Finihing up with the dishes, Robert takes LiberTeen arm on his again, leading the way to the living room.

Plaster walls, covered in grey paint, and a big black leather couth infront of a small 26' TV. Not something for showing off, but big enough to watch the movie with the couch close enough.

"Will you do me the honor of picking your side to sit?" Robert flashed his best smile, trying to act cool.

"Horror movie sounds fun", Brittany smiled at him as he continued to finish off the dishes. "But I can't help but think that maybe, just maybe, you're banking on my getting frightened and needing someone big and strong to hold close, huh?" She laughed as she took his arm and they walked into the living room, leaving him momentarily silenced.

"Will you do me the honor of picking your side to sit?", Robert asked her.
She eyed the three-person couch and wondered if he was trying to be overly cautious, again. Patting his arm, she told him with just a hint of quiet mystery, "Why don't you take whichever side you prefer, and I'll sit in the middle, if it's all right." She sat gently down on the leather sofa on the center cushion, fumbling the arranging of her skirt just enough to hint that she wasn't wearing shorts underneath them, today. She smiled up at Robert somewhat sheepishly, whose crotch was now disquietingly close to her face, and giggled, waiting for Robert to start the movie and sit down.

"Horror movies ARE fun" Robert interjected. "But hey, you can't blame me if you are a superhero and still need a big and strong man to hang on to, can you?" Robert just snickers and winks at Britt.

"Its kinda of an old movie, but not too old. Its called 'Audition' its a psychological thriller about being alone" Robert put on the DVD on its player, and allowed the movie to start. Sitting to the left of Britt on the couch and putting his arm around her shoulders. "Hope you enjoy the movie"

A psychological thriller about being alone, huh? Robert's choice was telling, and so was the way he described it. Poor guy. She really wanted to ask about his mom and dad, but wasn't sure if she should broach the subject yet, or at all. He might be really sensitive about it. On the other hand, maybe all he needs is someone to pour his heart out to. Britt knit her eyebrows together and wondered what she should do.

Robert sat beside her, throwing his well-muscled arm over her shoulder. "Well!, she thought to herself. "At least I seem to have relaxed him enough to be a little less shy." She placed a delicate hand on Robert's upper thigh and slowly drug her fingertips over it over the course of several minutes as the movie began.

The movie dragged along, going on about a Japanese businessman doing auditions for a new bride under the disguise of a TV Soap, and his obsession over a certain young actress.

Of course, Robert was barely paying attention, his attention was diverted by LiberTeen advances on him, and how much he wanted to answer them but was too frozen to actually do so.

She seems to like me, but then again, she does like a lot of people who treat her nicely. But then again, she is definitely better company than... Robert' train of thought was broken by some kind of bark and growling from the other side of the door.

"Oh! I forgot about Wolfie!" Robert gets up, letting Brit's hand slide down his tight "Don't you want to meet him?" Robert offers his hand to Brit so she could get up from the couch. “I bet he will like you” Just as much as I do

Brittany spent the movie dividing her attention between the movie, Robert's face, and Robert's body. It wasn't that the movie was bad, and she was paying attention to it, but Robert never left her peripherals. She was becoming slowly aware of a conflict going on inside him; he wasn't paying too much attention to the film, either. His body seemed awfully responsive, but his face bore a look of consternation.

Brittany was confused, too. Part of her wanted to inquire what was wrong, to try to be helpful and understanding and serious. Part of her wanted to help ease him through more deliberate means. She started to wonder if maybe she'd done something wrong, or if there was something he didn't particularly like about her. She was still considering this when some decidedly canine noises broke the emotional stillness of the small room.

With a start, Robert leaps up from his spot on the couch. "Oh! I forgot about Wolfie!" He doesn't seem to be using it as an excuse to get away from her so much as genuinely swept up in the realization of a job undone. Extending his hand to her, Brittany used his forearm to climb to her feet. "I bet he'll like you", he says with a smile.
Not letting go of his hand, she smiles back with a mischief that's palpable. "I bet I'll like him." "I bet I'll like both of you."

Holding onto Brit's hand, Robert felt a exhilaration and the doubt leaving his body slowly. He had no idea what it was, but he sure hoped it continued to make his confidence grow for now.

"Oh you will love him, Wolfie always comes around this time of day, probably hungry. He spends the night here and then scampers off in the morning to go hunt probably." Robert squeezes Brittany's hand lightly, just enough to show her he was happy she was here.

Opening the door, outside it right at the steps of the porch was a regal looking Grey Wolf, about 3ft high and 5ft long, it truly is a massive wolf, and thankfully it was wagging its tail at the sight of Robert. "Isn’t he lovely?" covered in a gray-silver coat, with white spots on the chest and white paws, and intense blue eyes staring back, the wolf was on the ground, resting sphinx like, relaxed as possible.

"Why don't you play a little with him while I go get his food Brit?" Robert smiles while saying this, before turning back towards the kitchen.

"Isn’t he lovely?", Robert asked her. It was a rhetorical question, but one that deserved an answer, anyway.

Brittany let out a squeal. "Oh, Robby! He's magnificent!" She clenched his hand enthusiastically, taking momentary grip of his forearm with her other hand as if she had to steady herself. "Beautiful!" Letting go of Robert, Brittany leaned forward at the waist to greet the magestic animal face to fierce, intimidating face as if in greeting, slowly reaching out a delicate flower of a gloved hand to pat the creature on the ear. The wolf looked up at her with a curious affection reflecting in his piercing blue eyes.

"Why don't you play a little with him while I go get his food Brit?" Robert turned and walked back into the kitchen to return shortly.

Brittany was mesmerized. She'd only seen wolves at the zoo, at a distance, and while her father kept dogs, some of them great beasts and some of them fierce, none of them matched the raw bestial sensuality of this incarnation of Fenrir before her. She knelt down to her knees and scratched him behind the ears, the wolf responding happily to the affection, craning his head into her hand and nuzzling his face against hers affectionately. Brittany gasped with delight, a deep blush rising in her cheeks. In some fashion that she simply could not grasp, the wolf, while being foreign to her, felt somehow familiar, and at the same time it made her feel a lot like the last few hours with Robert had made her feel. Not simply amorous, but like Robert and he shared something, an aspect or quality that ran true through both of them. She wondered if maybe that was the case with all gorgeous boys who live in the mountains and keep wolves as pets. The wolf licked at her face, his tail still wagging happily, and Brittany, lost in feeling, clenched her eyes and hoped Robert would return shortly. Very shortly.

Not more than a minute later, Robert came out with a pair of thick steaks on the plate that resided nameless under the dinner table. Walking into such a heartwarming scene as Wolfie licking Britt's face. She must be a real sweet for a wolf to lick her face like that, true good to the core I would say

Sneaking behind Britt very, very silently, he dropped the plate besides Wolfy and cupped his hands over her eyes. "Guess who Snow white?" Robert knelt behind Brittany to reach into this position, resting his arms over hers and his chin on her head.

"I will give you three chances, and if you miss there might be a small penalty after" Robert chuckled slightly, Wolfie abandoning his meal for a second to turn and look at him, before digging back into his meal.

Brittany felt and heard Robert coming up behind her, and when she felt his arms reaching around her, she'd hoped for the best. Still, what she got wasn't half bad, and she smiled widely, her cheekbones gently brushing Robert's palms.

She giggled. "Oh? And if I get it right, is there a prize?" Before he could answer, she went on, putting on an air of mock petulance. "And a 'small penalty', huh? I can't imagine it's what I have in mind, since I don't imagine there's anything small about you, Mr. Whoever-You-Are. Mmm..." She made a noise somewhere between contemplative and aroused, running her hand over Robert's squatted leg, and added "Well, now my curiosity is piqued, so I'll...guess...Totentanz?" She stifled a giggle. "Was that wrong? Do I get punished now?" Clearly perceiving that Robert had loosened up some and hoping this was him battling with shyness while still trying to flirt, she decided to test the waters, and punctuated her question by rubbing her bottom gently against Robert's frame. "Is it a spanking?", she asked herself, and grinned even wider. "I hope it's a spanking."

Robert shivered at LiberTeen actions, feeling her so close to him, he couldn't do anything but feel the luckiest man alive.
A small voice had been on the back of his head all evening She will be gone by tomorrow, and you will be alone again, always alone

Screw that, I have to take whatever happiness I can get, even if ephemeral.

Robert, with a new determination, spins Brit around, kissing her in the lips, running his hands down from her shoulders to her waist, only after what seemed like an eternity to him breaking the kiss. "I do hope that the penalty we can agree on is much more than a spanking..."

Robert grabbed her and spun her around roughly, feral. Like a beast. Exactly like she wanted. He pressed his lips on hers hard, like he had something to prove. He didn't. His body was speaking plenty, and with more than just the bulge in the front of his jeans that was still growing. His hands ran roughly over her like the claws of a bear, massive, powerful things that threatened to tear her apart with satyric fury.

"I do hope that the penalty we can agree on is much more than a spanking..." He was breathless now, nearly growling.
Brittany smiled up at him, her heart pounding out a drumbeat in her chest. With a coy bite of her lower lip, she sat back on the wooden deck, her knees arched up, letting her navy skirt fall across the length of her thigh, resting in a bunch at her waist, leaving her plainly naked from her waistline down. Staring into Robert's eyes, begging and commanding him to hold himself back for a moment until he was invited, Brittany inhaled, and her red-piped bustier began to recede, as if melting. She hadn't had a lot of experience manipulating Eufiber, she reminded herself, but could do a passing job on the fly if all that was important was getting it out of the way. The colony shifted and crawled with virus-like speed, resting as a series of white and red stripes on the trim of her cape. Satisfied with the job, Brittany smiled up at Robert, her eyes half-closing in expectation, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him close to her. With a whisper, she leaned in to Robert's ear, her lips brushing it with enough subtlety to not seem forced and enough candor to make it unmistakable, and with a voice that was at once throaty and girlish, begged him, "Fuck me, Robby." With a quick motion, she unbuttoned his pants, liberating him with both of her hands. She gave a passing glance backwards to Robert's pet wolf, happily and obliviously finishing the last of his meal, and without changing tempo or tone, finished, "Both of you, fuck me."

Robert was taken aback by Liberteen words, they registered on the back of his head, but something else was in the controls right now.

Moving over Britt, Robert almost growls out an answer right near hear ear "I don't share well Britt" and biting her neck, hard enough to leave a mark, but not to break the skin.

Immediately taking hold of LiberTeen, Robert pulls her across the wooden deck and inside the house. Leaving half his clothing behind on the deck's stairwell. Lifting up LiberTeen up to a wall besides the kitchen entrance, Robert started the arduous task of pleasing the young Nova for as long, and as varied as Robert could muster with all his stamina.

"I'm just so bad with sharing with the others Britt" Robert trailed LiberTeen's body taking small nips, sniffing it and taking probatory licks. His hands turned slightly coarse, and his nails hardened slightly like claws, leaving small white marks on Britt's skin as they slid up her sides, tickling her sensitive skin, and trailing up and down her curves. "But with you I don't seem to have any problem sharing" his voice was lower, different, almost like he was growling this words directly into LiberTeen ears.

Brittany was mildly disappointed, but only for an instant. She realized, through a haze of lust, that she had kind of sprung the request on him rather suddenly, and wasn't about to begrudge him for not wanting to oblige her right that moment. She'd thought she had dropped enough hints in the conversations they'd had and the moments that lead up to now, but on the other hand, Robert was also somewhat shy, it seemed (up until now, anyway), and was a good-hearted boy. Maybe he just didn't catch the innuendo when the threw it. Still, he didn't appear put off by the idea, just a little eager at the moment. She smiled and told herself "Another time" as he pulled her inside, leaving his shirt slumped out on the deck like a vestigial shroud.

Animal blood was boiling inside Robert. The biting, the rough treatment, the growling bass of his voice, it summoned a rosey tint in Brittany's cheeks and a breathless pant from her lips, and she quickly forgot her initial plans, realizing that she was about to be fucked by a huge and powerful wolf, regardless. "Oh, he likes it rough", she privately thrilled, allowing him to take total control of her, a helpless thing in the grip of a beast. She obligingly spread her legs, making an only half-false show of obedient resignation. Robert eased inside her, and she found the role of willing victim only too easy to play.

Her surprisingly docile Jekyll had become a lupine Hyde, sniffing and biting and licking and clawing at her body has he continued his savage ravishing, puntuated with a razor's edge of kindness and sensitivity, kisses and caresses and nips. It wasn't cruelty in his body, but plain atavistic passion, and the rough trade he plied was sum reality of that. And Brittany, for her part, allowed herself to be taken, giving herself over completely to the inhuman devices of her predatory lover.
"I'm just so bad with sharing with the others Britt", he snarled as the assault continued, "But with you I don't seem to have any problem sharing." There was something strange in his voice, something new. Not just new to Robert, but new to her, something she'd never heard in anybody's voice before, something feral and low as the canyons.
She'd eagerly responded to Robert's performance all the while, and did so as naturally and as easily as if it was all she knew, with a high-pitched, girlish flurry of squealing, moaning, and ecstatic whimpers, but now, something was changing in Robert, and she wanted it out. She wanted more, more of this wild and untamed thing inside him inside her. Robert seemed to be enjoying his role of predator over the helpless damsel in distress, and to her delight, was still going strong with it after several minutes. If that's what enticed him, she cooed, then she'd give it to him. "Please, don't!" she cried out, shrieking, doing a wildly exaggerated but clearly underpowered job of fighting back. She squirmed helplessly in his grip but made no attempt to strike him back, whmpering and struggling weakly, making a show of making her chest bounce rhythmically, lifting her mock cries to the heavens, exposing the pale, ivory plain of her throat, now fretted with tiny red marks, as she cried out again and again "Oh, it hurts! It's too much! Please, don't, Robby! Your fucking me hurts too much, Robby, please, stop! It's too big, Robby, it hurts! You're hurting me!" As she called out, her voice cracked, miming tears, but no tears came, instead only the sweat of vigor and lust rolling down her body in crystalline beads as she silently begged for him to never stop, for whatever it was inside him that propelled him on to keep coming.

Robert had already lost himself into lust; everything about this girl gave off a good vibe to him.

He was doing his best to satisfy Britt, but something on the back of his mind said it wasn’t enough. She wanted more, and he was already tiring.

Damned be my resistance! She…She just wants too much!

Robert had let an animal like lust take over him during the act, he had bit Britt's skin, and licked the beads of sweat off her skin, growling like a enraged wolf would.

But his strength was nearing time to give, it has been hours since it started and Britt didn't look like she was even close to being satisfied.

Robby felt something metaphorically pull at the back of his mind, something drawing him in, an inky darkness that spread out from the most primitive regions of his mind. The deep, dark corners that no human has used since it evolved from the Neanderthal.

His sight had become blurry as yet again he stopped himself from ending "too soon", sweat was getting on his eyes as his hair started dripping with it. Everything looked blurry except for LiberTeen; she still looked like the teen age Olympian goddess Robert had always pictured her as.

But the blackness kept pulling at his mind, the sides of his vision were starting to be invaded by blackness, it felt just like passing out from exhaustion. This might just be the worst anecdote ever.

Robert felt all the exhaustion set on his muscles, feeling his body burning, and like he was breathing in Drano, the last thing his mind could comprehend, unluckily for him it was not LiberTeen's cries of pleasure, was a word on his own mind, burning itself into his consciousness, more of a growl than a word it seemed to come from the deep corners he was being swallowed with. Switch

-

Robert’s body collapsed for a second, with the sound of muscle ripping and bone crunching, his form started to change.

Bluish-Grey fur grew rapidly from his skin, covering his arms and legs in a soft down, and his chest and back in short coarse hairs. His hands got slightly bigger but more compact, black cushions replacing the soft skin of his palms, his fingernails turned yellow and hard, growing rapidly to a length of 2 and half inches. His legs buckled under him as the bones broke and set in a new way, his hind legs becoming more like those of a canine, bent and built for running.

His face suffered the most changes, breaking apart his whole face, his jaw, nasal, palatine and sigmoid bones grew and enlarged, further ahead from where any normal human face had any right to be, his teeth re-molding to his new body, turning into sharp predatory fangs, his nose drew back into his new snout and turned into a cold, wet spot on the front of it.
All in all, Robert had ceased to be Robert anymore, and had turned into a beast man, a werewolf, a true Nova form.

LiberTeen was slung over the beast’s shoulder, even more muscular than Robert’s own and with none of the fatigue Robert had accumulated. Moving inhumanly fast, the beast ran up a set of stairs and ripped through a door with its claws, reducing it to less than splinters in a single swipe, and throwing LiberTeen in what is obviously not Robert’s bed, the smell of stale air prevalent on the room.

“You, Robert like you, so I like you. You Alpha female, me Alpha male. You and I mate” ‘Alpha’ made it sound way more like an order, than a request in his primate way of thinking.

Fatigue was showing in Robert's face during those climactic moments, and Brittany became slowly convinced that he was nearly spent. It didn't matter to her; she'd had a dozen or more orgasms already, so Robby more than deserved to finally get one off, himself. Somewhere on the outer edge of her senses she was beginning to worry if she was pushing him too hard, as Robert's face steadily began to resemble that of a punch-drunk boxer more and more with each thrust of his hips. She considered stopping him, or maybe not goading him on so much, but quickly surmised that it probably wouldn't have helped. She knew how boys were; once the finish line was in sight, they didn't stop until they crossed the mark or passed out. Besides, she barely managed to think in an unbroken line, this...felt...soooo...gooooood...

All at once, Robert drew back and, with a heave, collapsed in a pile of rippling flesh on the kitchen floor. In a hairs-width moment of horrible realization, Brittany's eyes bolted open in horror and worry as she clamped her legs shut and sat up on her knees as her mind struggled to cope with the terrifying and unexpected present. If she'd had more than a fraction of a second to think on it, she would have hated herself for pushing him so hard. But her mind didn't make it there before other, more pressing matters commandeered her attention. Something more than Robert exerting himself into a coma was happening. Robby was changing.

With a hellish grinding of bone and sinew, Robert's body began to rend and tear itself into a whole new form, one of fur and claws and teeth, born of primal nightmares of the dark corners of man's world, a world of bloody reds and earthy browns. Something in Brittany's mind shrunk with fear, her own primal fight or flight urges lodging firmly on the side of 'flight', but it only lasted a moment. Something else in her head, a bright spot in the center of her forehead, burned, and she knew that this beast - as a beast it umistakably was - wouldn't harm her. More importantly, this beast was still somehow Robert. Robert, she told herself. It's still Robby. It's still Robby. Calm down. It's still Robby.

When he finally again stood, he was immense, a fairy tale villain wrought in flesh, snarling and massive. She had no idea how large, exactly, from her vantage crouched on the floor, but in the second before he snatched her up in his taloned hand-claws, she could see plainly both that he was stooped, his hair bristling against the ceiling, and that the already fairly impressive instrument between his legs was easily two or three times what it was before.
Flung over his shoulder, Brittany held on tightly to fur in clumps in her fists as Robby loped upstairs and took what she guessed was the master bedroom's door off its hinges like it was made out of matchsticks. He tossed her on the bed like she was prey and snarled down at her.
To Brittany's surprised, a low, feral voice erupted out of the lupine throat, directed at her. "You, Robert like you, so I like you. You Alpha female, me Alpha male. You and I mate." The last word was punctuated with menace that probably would have left most women catatonic with fear. 'Alpha', as Robert's - inner self? shadow self? alternate persona? - called itself wasn't asking her, it was imparting upon her a plain and simple truth. Even if she wanted to resist, there was virtually no way she could. She was a powerless little red riding hood in the face of the big, bad wolf. And in the lingering moment of Alpha tossing her onto the bed like a rag doll and flexing his might as he announced his intentions, a moment where he shone and flared with primal anima, she knew she didn't want to resist.
She looked up at Alpha, her eyes shining with steely desire, and inhaled deeply, breathing in his musk, as with slow, fluid, catlike movements, she turned over onto her front, jutting her exposed rear to the musty air and the ravenous brute who was slowly dispelling it with his hot breath. She wiggled her ass helplessly towards him, her voice cracking somewhere between a cry and an orgasmic plead of desire. "Mate with me", she cried. "Mate with me! Hurt me, you Alpha wolf!"

Alpha was not a wolfman of many toughts, coherent or instinctual. He saw the female before him postreate to his dominance, and of course he did what came natural to him.

On a single spring of his legs, he was on top of the bed, and on top of Liberteen. His long arms took support on the bed by nailing himself to the matress with his claws, to each side of Liberteen.

Starting the natural motions of mating, unlike Robert, Alpha was not in this for the pleasure of Liberteen or his, pure basic instinct its what pushed him forward.

Exerting his energy on the task at Hand, Alpha was un