Being Pack
By Vic James
vicjames2@hotmail.com
Copyright 2014 by Vic James
http://www.vicjames.com
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This story is fiction. None of the characters are based on real people. You can see a list of my stories at http://www.nifty.org/nifty/authors.html#vicjames
This story takes place in the same universe as my stories Plan of the Shusheen and Son of a Wolf. It takes place immediately after the events in Son of a Wolf.
Warning: this story may contain incest themes.
Two
"A what? Are you all right?"
"Oh, yeah. I'm fine. I was just pretending to be out. I was waiting for them to look away and then shift and attack them as a wolf. I didn't want them to see me shift. I'm very hard to kill. So are you. I think."
I nodded.
"You changed into a bush, Tom! A bush!"
I frowned.
"They were looking right at me, wondering where I had gone."
"I'm telling you-you changed into a bush. Your clothes must have fallen off as you changed. You were about three feet high and maybe four feet wide."
"Not a wolf?" I asked as I put my pants back on. I didn't bother to put my shirt on, but I picked it up.
He shook his head.
"I felt very weird-"
"I guess you would, as a bush!"
I shook my head.
"You just got hit on the head. I think you imagined it. A werebush?"
After I said it, I realized that something happened. My clothes were on the ground, and I didn't remember getting undressed.
He chuckled.
"Maybe you are a wereshrub."
I laughed.
"Oh! Now that seems much likelier! A wereshrubbery," I said.
We both laughed, but then he looked at me oddly.
"I've never heard of anything like it? Have you?"
"No."
"I wonder if I can do that," he said. "Were you thinking of anything in particular?"
"Do you mean was I wishing I was a bush?"
He chuckled.
"Were you wishing you were anything?"
I thought for a minute.
"All I remember was being terrified. You were on the ground, maybe dead."
"Try to change into it, again. You better take your pants off."
I took them off.
"How do I do it?"
"When I want to shift, I just decide that is what I want. Wish you were a bush, or imagine what it felt like. I don't know, just try anything you can think of."
I stood there. The problem was, I didn't want to be a werebush. What kind of accomplishment was that-being a bush? Now a wolf would be cool.
I found myself closer to the ground. I looked up and saw Luke. He was grinning at me. Then I felt his hands on me. I tried to sigh, but a whine was what I heard. I looked down. I saw paws. I had done it! I was either a wolf or a shrub with two furry trunks. That seemed unlikely. Luke shifted and I was with his wolf. He was bigger than me, and I was glad. I walked to him and rubbed my body against him. I didn't intend to do that. I saw what Luke meant about instinct kicking in. Luke began licking my face and I rubbed my face against his.
I tried to change back. I felt something happen. I looked down and saw my hands in the leaves on the ground. I stood up. Then Luke shifted back to human.
"So you can be a wolf or a bush," he said.
"What did I look like?"
"I'm sure I'm biased, but you were the most beautiful, silver wolf."
Silver. That sounded nice. Luke was a silver and black wolf.
"Was I a male wolf?"
He looked surprised by my question.
"Yes. Did you feel like a female?"
"No. I just thought it might explain why your wolf likes me."
He pulled me to him.
"Tom, you are a man. I am a man. I love you. I don't wish you were a woman and I wouldn't love you more if you were. Does that satisfy you?"
I rubbed my cheek on his chest. It did. He tilted my head up and we kissed, again.
"Were you trying to be a bush?" he asked, when we pulled apart.
"No. I thought it would be better to be a wolf."
"Try to change into a bush. You never know. It could save our lives someday."
"How?"
"If you can teach me how to become one-"
He had a point. A wolf could be shot at. Who would shoot at a bush? Even if someone did, the bullet might not us. It might pass cleanly through.
"Oh, yeah. OK. I'll try."
I wished I was a bush. Nothing happened. I closed my eyes and wished. I opened them and looked at my hands. No leaves. I gave it some thought. I decided to try and picture Luke the way I had pictured the rednecks. I thought about how the strange way they had looked. I suddenly realized they looked odd to me because I could see both sides of them at the same time. My eyes must have been much further apart, as a bush. I continued trying to picture Luke that way. Nothing happened. I thought about what else I could try. If trying how things looked didn't work, trying to duplicate how I felt might. I thought about how scared I was of the rednecks. As a matter of fact, they were still out there, possibly waiting to ambush us. We didn't have guns. Neither of us even had a knife. They might, and those two men didn't look smart enough to give up. My vision changed. Luke was grinning at me. As I thought, my eyes had to be further apart. I could see his biceps on each side. They were big. He was big. I looked at his erection. I wanted it.
I saw him pick up my pants. He took my cellphone out of my pocket. That was a good idea. I wanted a picture of myself. He looked at the phone for a minute. I tried to tell him how to take a picture, but no sound came out. But he figured it out. He held the phone in front of him and took a picture. I wanted to change back and I did. I walked over to him. I took the phone. I found the picture and looked at it. I looked like a non-descript bush. There was nothing eerie or unusual about the bush. It was no wonder they rednecks didn't shout, "Run for your life! It's a werebush!" I decided to do a Glubble image search. It took a while, because of the poor connection at the park. It finally brought up pictures of similar bushes. The one with the most matching pictures was labeled Cornus. I clicked on a link. Cornus was the Latin name for the dogwood tree family. I had seen lots of dogwoods. I looked at the picture of me, again. I looked similar, but shorter and wider than a dogwood. It suddenly occurred to me how ironic it was that it was a 'dog'-wood. That was practically the same as a 'wolf'-wood tree!
"Look here. It says I look like a dogwood tree," I said, showing him the search results.
"How did you do it?"
"I remembered how.uh, well, terrified I was when they hit you."
I decided I might as well admit to him that I was a coward. He would figure it out anyway.
"I always ran from the bullies, Luke."
"Good. I'm glad you didn't just let them beat you up."
"I should have fought them."
He looked at me.
"I'll protect you. You don't need to fight, if I'm with you."
I was unconvinced that being a coward was good.
"I want to protect you, Tom."
I nodded. I wanted him to protect me.
"Do you want to try and become a shrub?" I asked.
He laughed.
"I don't think I've ever been terrified. I'm not exactly sure I know how it feels."
"I don't think you'll make a good bush."
He laughed. "Maybe not. Wait! I know. I will imagine I am tied up and you are about to be hurt. That would terrify me."
He closed his eyes and changed into a snarling wolf. He looked around and then walked up to me and rubbed against my legs. He howled. Then he changed back.
"Not a bush."
"No," I said. "You were ready to fight, not hide."
He nodded.
"That's good. I prefer it that way. If you are being hurt, I don't want to be a useless bush."
I sighed. It made perfect sense, but we still didn't know if he could do it. Maybe it didn't matter.
"Do you think they are still around?"
"The assholes?"
I nodded.
"Maybe. They saw me. I probably looked pretty scary. But let's get moving."
First, he took me in his arms.
"Tom, I want you to know that you are the nicest bush I ever dated."
"Married!" I said.
"You are the best bush a man could marry."
I put my forehead on his chest and laughed, nervously.
"Someday, you may grow up to be a tree."
I laughed.
"I wasn't much help to you. I'm not sure being passive is the best strategy all the time."
"You did exactly the right thing. I could have taken care of them, even if I didn't shift. They thought I was out and you were gone-and safe. They wouldn't have been expecting an attack. I won't have to worry about you if I know you will shift yourself out of danger. It's a fine strategy."
I wasn't happy. I was a coward. I had never been brave. Fortunately, I was a fast runner. The bullies never caught me. I only had to worry about them when Bob wasn't around, anyway.
"I should have tried to help you. If you are in trouble-"
"No! You shouldn't, Tom. Unless you can do a much better job of it than I suspect you can, you should leave it to me. Once one of them had you, you would have been a hostage. My actions would be limited. If they held a knife at your throat, you might survive after you shifted, but I wouldn't want to take a chance. Is that better?"
He had a point.
"Let me do all the fighting. I'm good at it, and it will make me feel better. I want to protect you. If I had my choice, I would prefer to do the fighting, even if you were an incredible fighter. I need to feel useful. Don't take it from me."
I sighed. He was crystal clear.
"OK."
We picked up the things and continued on our way.
"A bush and a wolf," I said.
Luke nodded.
"I wonder if there are other things we can change into."
"Hmm. Good point. I guess we will find out."
I nodded.
"Maybe a werefly," I said.
"Help me! Help me!" he said, in a falsetto voice. We both laughed.
"No. Instead of a werebush, maybe a were-african violet in one of those decorative pots at the grocery store."
I laughed so hard I thought I would be sick. He grinned at me.
"But I would have to pay for you again, every time we went grocery shopping."
I ended up on the ground, laughing. He sat next to me. He held his hands out in front of him, cupped.
"Mom, Dad, this is my lover. I'm going to have him repotted for the wedding. The pot really shouldn't be white, though. Maybe a tan, to go with my tuxedo."
I leaned over against him, laughing. He took me in his arms and held me. After a minute, he said, "We need to get out of here. I don't want to worry about what those assholes try next. I'm going to carry you piggyback."
"What?"
He knelt.
"Climb on?"
"Why?"
"We will get there faster." I hesitated. It didn't make any sense. He would be carrying me and all my camping gear. "Trust me."
I did. He stood, effortlessly and picked up the things. He began running.
"This is nice," he said.
I didn't know what to think of it! It was so weird!
It suddenly occurred to me that he was barefooted.
"Do your feet hurt?"
"Yes."
They were probably bleeding.
"Put me down, please."
"Nope. I'll shift and they'll be fine."
We didn't run into anyone, which was good, since Luke was naked. He told me that if we shifted in our clothes, it was easy to get trapped in them as wolves with no hands. So he undressed at the van or a cave where he kept a few things, and then shifted.
We got to my truck and put my camping things in the back. He shifted to a wolf and then back to human.
"How are your feet?"
"Still size fifteen."
I could believe it. We got in and drove to his van. It took a while just to get to the main road. I kept looking at Luke's cock.
"You must feel better. You keep looking at my cock."
"Oh. Sorry."
He laughed.
"You are sorry that you want to have sex with me?" he asked.
"Uh. I'm not used to this."
"Me, either. But I can tell you this. The more you want my cock, the happier I will be. I miss sex. I have only had sex once since I lost my apartment. I was having sex daily, before."
He took my hand and put it on his cock. I began stroking him, slowly. He sighed.
"That feels really nice, baby. Anytime you want to do this, if you ever do, you'll make me happy."
He was easy to please, that was for sure.
"Will you do that, Tom?"
"Sure. I love the way your cock feels."
"I love the way your hand feels on me. And if you want your lips on it, I would love that, too."
"I do want to suck you."
"Good. I love to get my cock sucked."
I thought about what he said. He got sucked at Mission Park.
"Why didn't you go to Mission Park?"
"At first, because I was shifting automatically. I would be stuck there in a wolf body, not to mention, scaring the shit out of everyone and possibly getting caught by Animal Control. Later, because I had no gas. I figured the van would end up stolen, or towed away, eventually."
I continued stroking him.
"Would you mind driving me there when I need to get my cock sucked and you are not in the mood?"
I stared at him
"I'm going to do that when you need it! Maybe even when you don't!"
He grinned.
"Good, because you may turn into a shrub unintentionally and should not drive, either. At least until we know whether it happens when you aren't upset."
"What are we going to do?" I asked. I was starting to worry. Would I be able to keep my job?
"We are not going to worry. That is what we are going to do. Or not do. If you can't, or don't want to keep your job, we can get married and figure out how to live on $2800 a month. We have each other and we are weird supernatural types. Let the puny humans worry."
I looked at him. He was grinning.
"Yeah!"
I used to be a puny human, I thought. But I could change into a wolf and a bush. There was nothing puny about that. I was actually powerful.
"The van is about four miles from here," he said, while we drove on the highway next to the park.
"Do you miss alcohol? Because I don't keep any in my apartment."
"No. I don't want any."
I was relieved.
He chuckled.
"I just made you happy."
"Yeah. I don't want to end up like my parents, drinking and yelling at each other."
"We won't. I lost all desire for it. It was actually like a light switch. Once I shifted for the first time, I lost the craving. I had beer in the fridge, and drank a couple each night until they were gone. Mostly out of habit, I think. I didn't get even slightly tipsy. When you are six-six, two beers isn't much. I haven't had any since, and haven't missed alcohol at all. I have missed sex. Do you know what it's like to be jacking off and suddenly change into a wolf without hands?"
I laughed. "Oh, yeah! I hate when that happens!"
"Of course, I can lick myself."
"That's my job," I said, automatically. I shocked myself.
"Good!"
"There it is," he said, pointing to a gold minivan.
"You don't seem like the minivan type to me," I said.
"What do I seem like?"
"A Ferrari or a Lamborghini guy, maybe."
He grinned.
"Thanks!"
He looked around.
"Will you suck me before I go get some clothes?"
"OK. But I can suck you afterwards."
"Good. Twice will be even better!"
I didn't mean that, but why not? I wanted his cock and he wanted me to have it.
I unfastened my seat belt and bent sideways. I took the head of his cock in my mouth. He sighed. I pulled off him. I wanted to do what I did before, but it was really awkward in the truck. The center console was in the way, and the steering wheel limited my position.
"I can't get your cock into my throat in here. Do you want to go to the van for it?
"Just stroke me."
"I won't get your cum in my mouth."
He grinned at me.
"And you want it there?"
I was embarrassed to admit it, but I did."
"Yes."
"Just keep your mouth near the head and jack me off."
I bent over again. I did what he suggested. Luke tasted wonderful. He ran his fingers through my hair and I loved that, too. My mind held a wild mixture of thoughts, and especially, questions. I was thrilled that his cock was in my mouth, at least the end of it. Why? I wanted to belong to him. I didn't want to be his equal. I wanted him to protect me and love me and own me. Why? Where did that came from? I wanted his cock inside my body more than anything else. I had absolutely no desire to fuck him, though. I felt Luke was absolutely perfect. I didn't know why, though. He was an alcoholic, possibly a former one, but we would have to see. He didn't have a job. He had anonymous sex with men and women. Thinking of that hurt. Why did I feel he was perfect? All of that added up to a very imperfect man. I knew that, but I didn't feel that. Then he said, "I love you, Tom. I just realized I have never loved any one as much as you." Suddenly I felt he was more perfect.
He began moving my hand faster. I got the idea. A minute later, he groaned, and semen spurted into my mouth. The taste was amazing. I was surprised by the taste, even though he had come in my mouth, earlier. It had a strange effect on me. I found my body shaking. I had no idea why. Then, a tickling sensation in my groin turned into an orgasm. I was shooting in my pants. I gulped down what he was squirting into my mouth. I was perfectly content to swallow and suck and love him. And I had no idea why. Questioning it would take the joy out of it, I quickly decided. Finally, it ended. He slumped down in the seat.
"Damn, Tom! That was great! It was at least as good as your first blow job. I think maybe sex between us will always be fantastic."
He sniffed. I reluctantly pulled off him. I saw semen ooze out of the end of his cock. I bent over and licked it up. His eyes were closed and he had a grin on his face. He let out a breath and looked at me.
"I smell your cum."
"I came, too. I think it was the taste of your spunk that did it."
"There's plenty more and you know how to get it."
I laughed, nervously. I nodded.
I reached out and felt the black hair on his belly. I could feel his abs. I had never seen anyone so hairy. Then I felt his chest. He sighed.
"I loved having you touch me, Tom."
"I love touching you."
I felt his nipple stiffen. I rubbed it and he sighed, softly.
"You are so hairy!"
"I know. So is my father."
I felt the black hair on his forearm.
"Does it bother you?"
"I love it." I wrapped my hand around his erection. "And I love your dick even more."
I stroked it and watched the head appear out of the foreskin, only to disappear into it, again. It was hypnotic. And beautiful.
"I couldn't be happier about that." He sighed. "A friend of mine told me I was a sex addict. I don't know if I am or not. But while they were happy sitting at home watching a ball game, I preferred to get my cock sucked. Why would anyone choose watching football over sex? I never understood that."
I grinned at him. He was serious.
"Now that you mention it, it does seem silly."
"I know! I would rather sit here with you getting a leisurely hand job than watch the Super Bowl. I love what you are doing, by the way."
I smiled at him.
He shook his head.
"How old are you, Tom?"
"Twenty-three."
He sighed. "I was afraid of that."
"Why?"
"Because I'm so much older than you. I'm almost twice your age. I'm definitely old enough to be your father."
"How old are you?"
"Forty-three."
"Wow! You sure don't look it!"
"They say love is blind. You must be overflowing with it," he said.
"No. I thought you were my age when I first saw you. I definitely didn't love you, then."
"Maybe the lack of stress in my life did it. But I have crows feet. Look."
He squinted his eyes. I didn't see any.
"I don't see any wrinkles."
"You are blinded by my wonderfulness." I laughed. "Try."
I flipped down the sun visor in front of the passenger seat. I opened the mirror.
"Look there and point them out to me."
He looked at himself in the mirror. He frowned. "I do look like younger. Much younger." He squinted his eyes. "That is really weird!" He stared at himself for a minute or so. "I don't understand it." He pulled on the hair on the side of his head. "I don't see any gray hairs, either. I really need a haircut."
"Could shifting have done it? You said injuries healed. Maybe wrinkles are due to skin damage."
He nodded his head, slowly.
"I never thought of that, but you might be right. Sun damages the skin and that can cause wrinkles. Do you see any gray hair?"
I looked and shook my head.
"No."
"I used to have some."
He rubbed his cheek.
"I need to shave."
"You look great like that."
He grinned at me.
"My fan club."
"Your lover, I hope."
"Oh, you better believe it. You are the best thing to ever happen to me."
"Why?"
He looked surprised. "I found someone I love who loves me. You do love me, don't you?"
"Yes. And I've always wanted a dog, too."
He laughed.
"Two in one, if you'll settle for a wolf. Speaking of him, he has fucked you, but I haven't. Let's get to your house. I'll get my things."
"Do you need me to help?"
"No. I have very few things. I don't need much."
He got out of my truck and went to his van. He opened the back and pulled out a plastic garbage back. He put it on the ground and then took a cardboard box out and put it on the ground. He closed the van and carried the bag and box to my SUV. I got out and opened the back door. He threw the things in and closed the door.
"Let's hurry. I really need to kiss you and hold you. I think my wolf wants us out of here. It's too dangerous."
We got in my truck and drove home.
"I meant it about marrying you. And it isn't just about the money. I want us to be tied together. If not by love, at least by law. You said you would marry me."
"I will. I feel the same way. But I am afraid I am going to be useless in a crisis, and so far, I've known you a couple of hours and we have had two crises."
Luke looked at me. I could tell he was trying not to laugh.
"It's not funny!"
"It is. You think I would choose a lover based on how they would act in a crisis!"
I stared at him.
"You believe I would think, 'well, she, or he, is beautiful and has a wonderful personality, but if any assholes show up, he won't be able to beat them up. I better keep looking.'"
I looked at him.
"I don't want someone to protect me, Tom. I thought I made that clear."
I sighed.
He stroked his cock while he looked at me.
"I can't think straight when I'm looking at him."
Luke laughed.
"You aren't straight. Neither am I, anymore."
I laughed, nervously.
He sighed. "Tom, we need to get something out in the open. In our relationship, I want to be the more masculine one."
"More masculine?"
"I mean.I want to fuck you. You aren't fucking me."
I laughed.
"The thought never occurred to me."
"Good. I want to take care of you, Tom. I would prefer it if you weren't completely self-reliant. I want to be needed. I'm glad you can't defend yourself. It doesn't make me unhappy and it never will. You don't have to be feminine. I don't mean that. But you can be who you are without worrying about being more than you are. Can you live with that?"
"Yes, Luke. I feel relieved.
"As much as I hate to say it, you should probably wear pants. Everyone at my complex does, at least outside."
He laughed.
"I love the 'probably'. Does the age difference bother you?"
"No. Not a bit. I let you fuck me when you were a dog-I mean wolf. The age difference is nothing."
He reached in the back and pulled out a pair of jeans from the plastic bag. He unfastened his seat belt and put them on.
"They are really baggy."
"I've lost weight. I guess rabbits are low fat."
"I don't eat a lot of rabbits."
He laughed for quite a while.
"Let's stop at the rabbit store and get some," he said, grinning. "Actually, I guess we do need to buy plant fertilizer."
"My last houseplant died."
"But now you are my little houseshrub, and I don't want you to go hungry."
I laughed.
"I wonder if I have roots."
"I really doubt it. I don't think you are a real bush. You can see and real bushes don't have eyes."
He buckled back up.
I missed seeing his dick. Then I saw the outline of it. He was still hard. I reached over and groped it. He sighed.
"What a dumb idea I had!" I said.
He laughed.
"What?"
"You covered up your cock."
"Oh? Do you like that little guy?"
I laughed.
"I love him. I hope he gives me another snack."
Luke grinned.
"He wants to give you lots and lots of snacks." He closed his eyes. "Damn!"
"What?"
"It's nothing."
"Luke, if you don't tell me, I'm going to worry."
"You might think badly of me."
"I doubt that."
He sighed.
"I would really love to see my cum dripping down your face."
The first thing that popped into my head, was that it would make me smell like him, and that was a very good thing. But I didn't want just my face to smell like him.
"I would like that. It would make me smell like you-"
"I want that, Tom."
"I do, too. But not just my face."
"Yeah. I, or I guess it's my wolf, wants to cover your scent with my own. If no one can smell you, no one will try to take you away from me."
I knew how unlikely that was, but I wanted the same thing.
"I guess it is our wolves that want that," I said. "We have kinky wolves."
He laughed.
"We sure do. Mine wants to lick your ass."
I groaned. I remembered how good that felt when the dog-wolf did it.
"You made me come last night doing it. It felt incredible."
"I'm going to make you come that way, today. Maybe more than once. But first I have to mark you-cover your scent. It seems like only my piss or my cum will do that. I'll use cum."
"Good," I said.
"Is it?"
I laughed.
"Part of me is delighted about the idea."
I pulled into my apartment parking lot. I was very glad to be home. Luke helped me carry my camping things to my apartment. I took them inside while he went back for his things.
Both of us were very thirsty. We each drank one of the bottles of water I had bought for the camping trip. Then Luke drank a second one.
Once he had his things inside, I showed him my apartment.
"You are the first adult I ever knew who had one twin bed. You really didn't expect company, did you?"
"No. I was starting to think I was a eunuch. I wasn't interested in men or women."
"We need to get a bigger bed."
"Yeah."
"We will be living here, so I'll buy the bed."
I didn't know what to say. Was he broke? Did he have savings? He was living out of his van. That didn't suggest he had money. He was proud, though.
"If you need me to help, I can."
He smiled.
"I do have money in the bank. I gave up my apartment before I used it up."
I nodded.
He looked uncomfortable.
"Are you having second thoughts about living here?"
"No. But I feel like I invaded your home."
I hugged him.
"I love you. You said you loved me. How can you invade your lover's home? Please live with me." He smiled. "How will I give you forty orgasms a day if you aren't here?"
He chuckled.
"That's a good point. We don't want to waste time driving."
"Nope."
"I feel weird, too. But it makes me want to be closer to you, not further apart."
He let out a breath.
"I feel so dysfunctional. I've never lived with anyone before. Not as an adult. I've had girlfriends, but we never got to the moving in stage. I guess that was my fault. I always wanted more sex than they did, so I was still going to the park."
"You aren't going-"
"No! That's pre-wolf and definitely pre-mate."
I nodded.
I thought of all the things we needed to do. Buy a bed, sheets, and all the other things for it. He probably needed toiletries. I had very little food in the place, so we needed to go grocery shopping. I didn't want to do any of that. But he would barely fit in my bed by himself. If we were going to sleep together, and I definitely wanted to do that, we had to have a new bed soon.
"What do we do, first?" I asked him.
"First we both get undressed." I grinned and started doing that. He pulled his pants off.
We stood naked in front of each other.
"Next, we get my cock inside you. I need to fuck you, Tom."
"I need it just as much."
"Lie on the bed on your stomach."
I did. I was nervous, but eager.
"I'm going to try to use saliva. I'm going to go out on a limb and guess you don't have KY jelly or lube."
"Nope. Why would we want to use jelly, though?"
"It isn't a fruit jelly. It's slippery. We'll see how it goes. If it hurts or, God forbid, I tear you, just change to your wolf. The pain will instantly be gone. It's miraculous."
It sounded it. I didn't doubt him, though, despite how miraculous it seemed.
He climbed up on the bed. He pushed my legs apart. I felt him grab my cheeks and pull them apart. I cried out as his tongue licked my hole. He began licking and I began writhing under him. I groaned and came against the bed. Luke grabbed my waist and pulled it up. I was on my knees, with my head on the bed. He got under me and swallowed my cock. I had just about finished coming. His mouth made it feel like it was starting again. I heard him groaning, as he sucked me. I guessed mine tasted as good to him as his did to me. When I had just about finished, I felt his finger in my butt crack. His finger found my asshole and he pushed it inside me. I groaned in pleasure. He began bobbing his head on my cock, while he fucked me with his finger.
"Oh, shit, Luke! That feels incredible! Don't stop! Please! Don't ever stop."
He lightly slapped my butt with his other hand. Somehow, I knew he wanted me to calm down.
I cried out, as I came again. I started to see how what Luke had been told about mates might be true. He could make me come whenever he wanted. It didn't seem to matter that I had just come. I knew from Bob, that he could come a second time in a day, if he was very horny. I doubt he could have come three times.
Luke loved sex. He told me so. He might even be a sex addict, although I knew nothing about that. I knew how to keep him happy. I didn't have to be a genius, or a great cook, or a guy who could kick ass. He wanted sex and now I wanted sex. It was a perfect arrangement. As long as I gave him enough sex, I would not have to worry about losing him. But then I remembered that sex wasn't all he wanted. He had wanted kids. He wondered if he was too old. He sure didn't look it. He looked my age. I was pretty sure he wasn't going to die of old age in twenty years. I sighed. Some people didn't live nearly that long. Poor Bob. He had his life snatched away.
Luke got out from under me. I heard him spit and felt wetness on my asshole. Then he spit, again. He climbed up on the bed on his knees.
"Are you ready?"
"I am, Luke. Fuck me."
He sighed.
I felt the head of his cock at my asshole. I felt him push. Nothing happened. He pushed harder. I wanted him inside me! Then part of him did slip inside.
"Are you in pain?"
"No."
"Good!"
He kept pushing and suddenly it felt different.
"Are you in?"
"The head of my cock is. Are you sure you aren't in pain?"
"Yes, I'm sure. It feels odd, but kind of nice."
"I'm really surprised. Getting fucked in the ass is usually painful the first few times. And I'm big."
"You left off handsome."
He chuckled.
"Did you mark off fifteen centimeters on your dick with a pen?"
He laughed.
"Baby, the whole thing is going inside you. I hope."
I smiled.
"Good."
He pushed slowly and I felt more and more of him inside me.
"Oh, shit! That feels great!" I said.
"I'm glad, baby. I guess as my mate, you automatically can take my size."
I felt his body pressing on mine. I could feel him inside me. It was a wonderful, fulfilling feeling.
He leaned over me. I felt his hairy chest on my back. Then his head was next to mine. I turned my head as far as I could, and we managed to kiss. I felt filled with him on the inside and covered with him on the outside. It was perfect.
Then I sighed. It was almost perfect. He wanted kids and I was a man. I could never give him children. Did his wolf know? Did he care?
I cried out as Luke pulled partway out of me and then pushed back inside.
"Yes!"
"You like that?"
"Yes, Luke! Yes! Fuck me!"
"Oh, I plan on it. I plan to fuck you often!"
"Good!"
He began fucking me. I groaned as my cock began shooting, with no one touching it. The sheets would be nasty! I laughed. Did that matter? As my orgasm ended, I thought about the fact that I could change into a plant and a wolf. Could I change into a woman? It was a lot simpler than a bush! If I could grow leaves, why couldn't I get pregnant? I wished I was a woman and could give Luke kids. At that moment, I felt Luke stiffen inside me. He cried out and felt his cock began jumping inside me. I knew he was shooting in me.
"Oh, baby!" he cried out. He groaned as he filled me with his cum.
Yes, a baby, I thought. I want a baby. A human baby, not bush seeds.
Luke covered my body with his. He wrapped his arms around my chest.
"Oh, god! Aaw.aaw"
He continued moaning and even grunting, as he filled me.
"I love you!" he cried.
"I love you, Luke. Do I look different?"
"What?" he gasped. "What.do.you, uh.mean?"
"Nothing." I didn't say why. What I did say was, "I'm yours, now. I wondered if I look as different as I feel."
He planted kisses on my cheek. Then he wrapped his arms more tightly around me. He got off the bed and held me. He then lay down on his back. He began twisting my body. He was so strong! I got the idea of what he wanted, and helped. Finally, I was sitting on his cock, facing him. He smiled at me. He had a very satisfied smile on his face. I leaned down and kissed him. While we kissed, he began thrusting into me, again. I pulled away.
"This is a much better position," I said.
"Yeah. I can see you."
I smiled.
"And I can kiss you."
He grinned.
"What a wonderful idea!"
I leaned down and we kissed again. His cock felt so perfect inside me. After a minute, or so, I pulled away. I groaned, and a ribbon of white shot out of my cock. I was surprised. That was a lot of cum! The cum hit his face and he laughed. I was about to apologize when he opened his mouth, to catch it. I laughed as my cock shot more and more. I looked at my cum, nestled in the black hair of his chest, chin, and moustache. I smiled. He looked good like that. I leaned down and licked my cum off his chin. The stubble tickled my tongue. He pulled my mouth to his. I was surprised, but then I remembered he liked the taste of my spunk. We kissed. I pulled away and licked the cum off his moustache. I kissed him and let him have it. I bent down to lick some off his chest. He cried out, and I felt his cock jumping inside me. I sighed in contentment, and he laughed.
"You.look.so pleased!" he said. Then he groaned, as his dick continued to throb inside me.
"I am! I have the handsomest man in the world!"
I bent down and kissed him, again.
He finished coming, but he was still as hard as ever. He took my finger and wiped up some of my spunk from his chest. Then he brought my finger to his mouth and sucked it clean. I got the idea and fed him the rest of it.
"Don't shoot all yours inside me. Don't forget I want a snack."
He grinned.
"Thirty-seven times, remember?"
"It seemed so unlikely, then." He nodded. "But now."
He nodded. "Yup."
He rubbed my lip.
"I want to shoot in your mouth. I want you to be full of my jizz. I want you to taste it, smell it, and feel it. You need to remember who I am and who you are."
I stared at him.
"I think that was the wolf's thought," he said.
I ran my hands over his hairy chest. He closed his eyes and smiled.
"Do you think I can change into other things?" I asked.
"What do you-do you mean shifting?"
I nodded.
"Hmm. Interesting thought. You must be able to. Why a bush and a wolf, only."
"That's why I asked if I looked different. I tried to change into a woman who could give you kids."
He had a blank expression on his face. I didn't know if he liked the idea, or not.
"I like you the way you are. Besides, even if you could get pregnant, when you shifted back to a man."
"Oh, yeah. I didn't think of that."
"Have you ever wished you were a woman?"
"No."
"Well, don't start now. I love you the way you are."
I smiled at him.
"I love you."
"My wolf seems happy. Do you want to take a break and ask some questions about wolves?"
"Sure. I can suck you while you do."
He grinned.
"OK."
I raised myself off his cock. When it was out of me, it slapped against his belly with a thud. It was completely stiff. In fact, I hadn't seen it soft. He'd been erect ever since I met him.
I went to the bathroom and got a couple of towels. I turned on the hot water at the sink. When it was hot enough, I wetted the first towel and put a little body wash on it. Then I wet the second towel with just water. I walked back into the bedroom. Luke was lying there with his arms folded behind his head. He looked happy. I laughed.
"What's funny?"
I thought about it. "Nothing. I'm just happy."
He grinned at me. I took his cock and wiped it with the soapy towel. It looked clean, but it had been in my ass. I wiped him while he grinned at me. I threw that towel on the floor. I wiped his cock with the other to get the body wash off. I really wanted to suck it, but I also wanted to know more about us. I walked over to my desk and turned on my laptop. Luke got out of bed and walked over to stand next to me. I logged on and got up. I pointed at the chair and he sat. I knelt, bent forward, and took the head of his cock in my mouth. He sighed and he began moving the mouse. I focused all my attention on his cock. It tasted as good as ever, despite where it had been. I tried to take him in my throat, and I succeeded. He groaned, loudly.
"Oh, damn, that's wonderful!"
I began bobbing on it. I took his low hanging balls and held them.
I heard him typing, but I was focused on what I was doing. It was a strange feeling, but I really wanted his semen inside me. I craved it, but I didn't know why. I loved the taste, but I loved it just as much when he shot it deep in my ass. For whatever reason, I felt compelled to get it out of his balls and into me. With a compulsion for sex, was I a sex addict, too? If so, we were well matched. We were very well matched. I pulled off his cock. I took just the head in my mouth and stroked him with both hands. He thrust his crotch towards me as his cock began discharging in my mouth. He sighed as he continued to type. I moaned at the taste and heard him chuckle.
"One of the guys is online."
I couldn't speak. I was swallowing the large amount of semen he was feeding me, and that was much more important to me. His orgasm ended and I began deep throating him again. He pulled me off him. He pulled my head to him and thrust his tongue into my mouth. While we kissed, he pulled me onto his lap. I reached under me and stroked the head of his cock with a finger. I somehow knew he really liked that. After a couple of minutes, he pulled away.
"Pull up a chair, if you have one."
I had a folding chair in my closet. I went and got it. I put it next to him. I sat, and he put his arm around me.
"I asked about gay wolves. I was told there is a pack of gay wolves in Texas."
"A pack?"
"Yeah. There is a leader and the others do what he says," Luke said.
Whoever he was IM-ing asked, "Are you sure he's your mate?" I got irritated. Luke squeezed my hand. I looked at him. He had a sweet smile on his face.
"Yes, I'm sure," Luke typed. "I used to like women. Now the idea of fucking a woman horrifies me."
"What about fucking another man?" the person typed.
I got irritated, again and I heard Luke chuckle.
"Why would I want to fuck a man?" Luke typed.
"I guess he is, then. Look at this website."
The guy sent us a URL.
"They can probably tell you a lot more than I. I thought a mating bond was supposed to cause you to mate with the one who could give you pups-that's Vin-Ta speak for babies. Vin-Ta do not have babies as easily as other humans. That's supposed to be because we live so long."
"What's Vin-Ta?" Luke typed.
Whoever that guy was, he was a fast typist. He didn't abbreviate, either. I smiled as I remembered Bob's theory of IM abbreviation. From IM-ing his relatives, he decided you could estimate a person's age from the percent of abbreviations in their messages. I thought that was hilarious. He showed me messages from his grandparents, aunts and uncles, and cousins. I could understand what he meant, then. It meant that the guy who was typing was a grandfather (on Bob's scale).
"I thought you knew that. That's the name of our race. It was given to us by the aliens who genetically-engineered us."
I stared at those words. Was he crazy? Were we back to knowing nothing?
He continued typing, "You didn't think we were supernatural, did you?"
Luke typed, "Yes."
"Nope. They took some humans and tinkered with us. The legend says they could shapeshift and they didn't understand why we couldn't. They tried to fix us. The legend also says that they thought that we weren't very good at catching our prey but that wolves were. We were always starving to death, so they thought that being able to change into wolves might prevent some of those deaths. They were good guys, according to the legend."
That made more sense to me than that we were supernatural, despite how looney it sounded.
"And a bite makes a person a Vin-Ta?" Luke typed.
"Biting has nothing to do with it. You've watched too many movies. We aren't werewolves. We're just humans who have been modified so we can change into wolves."
"But I couldn't change until I was bit."
"A man bit you?"
Luke looked at me. He shook his head.
"I just assumed I had been bitten."
"Well, if you were, it didn't make you into a Vin-Ta. You inherit it. Not all Vin-Ta know they can shift. I know of a woman who found her mate. He told her. Shocked the shit out of her. Did something traumatic happen to you?"
I remembered Luke saying he fell.
"Yes. I was rock-climbing and fell. I fell pretty far."
"Your subconscious shifted you to heal your injuries."
That made perfect sense to me. Luke said injuries were healed during a change.
"It did start after that," Luke typed.
"It can also make you younger," the guy typed. "Vin-Ta who shift live much longer than humans or Vin-Ta who never shift. Shifting affects the aging process."
Wow! We knew why Luke looked younger than forty-three.
"What about shifting into other things?" Luke asked.
"Well, the legend says they created a second race. They could do other things. But if it's true, they must have died out. I've never heard of any."
Luke grinned at me.
"Maybe not all of them," Luke said to me.
I shook my head. It was all difficult to believe. But I had a picture of me as a bush.
"I still feel like saying there is no such thing as a werewolf," I said to him.
He laughed. "I understand what you mean. I told you I thought I was crazy until I saw the video of me as a wolf."
"The other race was supposed to be really cool," the man typed. 'They could change anything. They could change shape and flying away from enemies. Lot's of Vin-Ta think the vampire legends of big bats were the other race flying. They weren't blood suckers, though. They were humans like us."
I gulped. Could I fly? Changing into a big bat sounded less complicated than changing into a plant. Bats were mammals with skeletons. Bushes were.very, very different.
"Tell him about the bush," I said. "Ask him if they could do that."
"I don't think so, baby. I think we should keep that to ourselves." He paused. "We don't have enough information, and we know nothing about this guy. My wolfie sense is tingling."
I grinned at him.
"My wolfman."
"Who knows who he would tell? I don't want anyone thinking you are a vampire and driving a stake through your heart--"
"You do love me!"
He laughed.
"Or wanting you to bite them and make them immortal. Some people are vampire crazy," he said.
"I guess that also explains why vampires are supposed to be immortal, though."
He nodded his head. "They lived a long time and that worked its way into the legend."
I wrapped my hand around Luke's erection and began stroking it. He leaned back and sighed.
"Gotta go," the guy typed.
"Thanks," Luke typed.
I bent over and took the head of his cock in my mouth. I stroked the shaft while I licked the tasty head.
"Have your snack, baby."
"Hey!"
I looked up.
"I just did a search on Vin-Ta and got a lot of hits."
"Sex, now. Vin-Ta later," I said, before swallowing his cock, again."
"I can't argue with your priorities," he said.
After a minute, he brushed my hand away and began stroking himself rapidly. It seemed he wanted me to get my snack quickly, and that was just fine with me. He sighed a few moments later, as his sperm shot into my mouth. It tasted so good and he shot a lot of it. I was addicted to the stuff. It was a good thing he had an apparently unlimited supply of it. When he stopped shooting, I pulled off of him, swallowing. I had to have him inside me. I turned his chair and climbed over him. He smiled as I reached behind me for his cock. I aimed it and slid all the way down onto it.
"Holy fuck!" he said.
It was completely inside me. He began panting.
"Are you all right?" I asked.
"That doesn't begin to express it. Fuck, that's good! Hot. Wet. Tight."
I grinned. I began moving on him. His head fell back and his eyes rolled up.
I could taste his cum. I could smell it from behind me, as I guessed a little drained out of my ass. I had it inside me, but I needed it on the outside, too. Was that my wolf wanting it? I didn't know, but it was a craving. A semen addiction, and only Luke's would do.
"I'm starving," I said. "The snack wasn't big enough."
He chuckled.
"Shifting does that," Luke said. "And you shifted three times. I'm hungry, too."
"Maybe I shouldn't have settled for just one snack."
He grinned at me.
"Ten might be better," he said.
I laughed.
"I don't want to work. I love your cock too much to leave it."
He grinned.
"You want to spend all day with it, baby?"
"I do. I know it isn't, uh, normal."
"Well, maybe not, but it makes your man happy."
I smiled.
"And that is more important than normal," I said. "Besides, I've never been normal. Why start now?"
"Makes sense to me! Wrap your arms around my neck," he said.
I did. He stood up. He leaned back and began bouncing me. I grinned at him.
"You like that?" he asked.
"I like you and everything you do.
He sighed. I could tell he was happy.
He continued bouncing me. My cock started shooting. Neither of us had touched it. I groaned.
"Oh, fuck!" he said. He stopped bouncing. I could feel his cock jumping inside me as he filled me with sperm. I sure wished it was possible to give him a child. I decided I wanted one, too. We would be a family. That was something I thought I would never have. I pulled myself closer and we kissed, as Luke filled me.
"Why don't we get a shower, and then I will buy you lunch. I'm craving a burger. Does that sound good to you?" he asked.
"I think I'm a cum junkie. I crave it, but a burger is OK."
"Do you want anyone else's?"
I shivered.
"No. Absolutely not."
"I don't know that much about being a Vin-Ta, but I crave shooting it into you. It sounds like it must be a mate thing. Don't worry about it, Tom. I know it's a new feeling for you, but that doesn't mean it's bad. If it makes both of us happy, it's a good thing, in my opinion."
I sighed in resignation and nodded.
"Tom, listen to me. You are unhappy about something that makes me happy. Stop it."
I nodded.
"OK. You are right. I'm just still adjusting to all this."
"Oh, I understand that. I want your cum and that is tough for me to deal with. I want to suck your cock. I want to eat your ass. I want to rub my cock all over your face. I'm trying to adjust to all of those desires, too."
"You are right."
I shivered.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I was thinking about my face smelling like your cock. I want it to."
He grinned.
"Baby, we are so in sync, it's a miracle. After we eat, we will come back here and do that. I will coat your face with precum. Then I will shoot on the rest of you and rub my sperm into your skin."
I groaned and my cock began shooting. He laughed as some hit his chin. He wiped it into his mouth, as he began bouncing me on his cock, again. He wiped some of my cum off the black hair on his chest. He stuck his fingers in his mouth and then groaned. He stopped bouncing me. I felt his cock pulse inside me, again. I took his tongue in my mouth in a kiss, while he filled me.
Despite how foreign all that was to my old life, everything we were doing seemed so right to me. I never doubted for a moment that Luke and I would always be together. That was right. It seemed we both wanted the exact same things. We were a perfect match. Almost. I thought about what the Vin-Ta guy had said. He thought your mate was the one who could give you children. I was Luke's mate, but it seemed impossible for me to do that. But changing into a bush was impossible, wasn't it? Who knew what those aliens had done? Maybe I could give him a baby. If not, we would adopt.
When he was done, he sat on my bed. I climbed off him. His semen started running out of my hole. I tried to clinch it shut, so I wouldn't lose it. It seemed to work. His cock was covered with his cum. It was running down his balls, too. I fell to my knees and began licking it off his balls. Luke leaned back on his hands while I did it. I stopped a couple of times to pull hair out of my mouth. I took one of his balls into my mouth. He sighed.
"Do you like that?" I asked, letting go of it.
"Oh, yeah. I love to get my balls sucked. Do you think you would want to do it?"
"Sure."
I pulled more hair out of my mouth.
"I could shave them," he suggested.
I smiled.
"Or I could."
He nodded, grinning.
I sucked them clean, and stood. He stood, too. He walked over to the mirror on my bedroom door. He began making faces. He was still looking for his missing wrinkles.
"I wonder how long we will live."
"Let's see what we can find out."
He sat at my computer. He began typing. I kissed his neck. Then I licked his shoulder.
"I love you, too, Tom."
I began slowly stroking his cock. I watched the head appear, then disappear. You wouldn't think that would be so interesting. But I was captivated by it. A drop of precum formed at the tip. I licked it off.
He was quiet and he stopped typing. I waited, but he said nothing. I turned to look at the computer.
"Did you find something?"
"Yeah."
"What does it say?"
He pointed. His cock was still in my hand. I stroked it as I read.
'Are Vin-Ta real? Almost everyone would say, no. Have you ever seen a video of someone changing into a wolf? I haven't, and everyone has a smartphone that records video. How do they keep it off I-O-UTube? People who claim to be Vin-Ta have said it is normal for them to live up to eight hundred years.'" I gasped. "'At the end of World War Two, two Auschwitz survivors claimed Hitler believed that and had Josef Mengele experiment on suspected Vin-Ta to gain the secret of their supposedly long lives. But Hitler was a nut, and I refuse to believe anything he believed. And who wouldn't be at least a little crazy after living through Auschwitz?'
"Eight hundred?" I wondered.
"Yeah. Damn. I wish I knew how to tell the truth from the fiction."
"Well, the people in that pack you mentioned are not only Vin- Ta, they are gay Vin-Ta. Texas isn't that far away. We could drive there and ask."
Luke nodded his head.
He went to a maps site and entered our destination.
"It's eight hundred and thirty miles," he said.
"Let's go. Tomorrow is Sunday. I don't think I should work Monday, anyway. I might turn into a bush if my boss yells at me."
He looked like he was trying not to laugh.
"It was a joke, Luke."
He laughed. "It could happen, you know. You didn't change deliberately."
I sighed and nodded.
"I wonder why I never shifted before."
"Have you ever been terrified?"
I thought about it.
"No. I guess not."
"Let's get a shower."
We both got in my bathtub. It never seemed small before, but with Luke in it, it was tiny. I turned on the water and got it warm. Then I flipped on the shower. Luke pulled me to him and we kissed.
"I want to wash you," he said, when the kiss ended.
I smiled.
"I want to wash you."
Luke took the body wash and squirted some on his hands. He rubbed me with them. I sighed. Everywhere he touched me, he made my skin tingle. When he made his way down to my waist, he pushed a finger inside my ass. He bent down and took my cock in his mouth. I shot, immediately. He pulled off me, grinning.
"Delicious!"
I chuckled, still panting a little from coming again.
I wanted him inside me. I turned and guided him into me. I sighed as his wonderful cock slide back home. I began fucking myself on it. I started to slip on the soapy tub. He caught me and held me up. He began fucking me, then. He reached under me and stroked my cock. I came after about four strokes.
"Damn! Your cunt is massaging my cock!"
I felt it throb as he filled me again.
I wasn't sure I liked calling my ass a cunt. But if Luke liked it, I decided not to complain about it. I hoped he didn't call it a pussy, though. I thought it would mean he missed fucking girls.
He pulled out of me. His cum ran down my leg. I could tell it wasn't water, somehow. I clinched my ass shut. I wanted it to stay inside me, for some reason.
I spent a long time washing him. I discovered every other part of his body for the first time. He was as gorgeous from the back, as he was from the front. It was easier to see from the back, how much wider his shoulders were than his waist. I wondered why it was more obvious from behind. I decided it was because his cock had my full attention when he was naked, and his face did, when he wasn't.
When he rinsed, I knelt behind him and pulled his cheeks apart. I leaned forward and licked him. His ass tasted at least as good as his cock. I became ravenous. I licked, lapped, and even attacked his asshole with my tongue. Luke moaned the whole time, and that encouraged me to try harder.
"Holy goddamn fuck!" he shouted, when my tongue slipped inside him.
He spun around and pushed his cock his spewing cock in my mouth. I gulped down his warm sperm.
"Damn, Tom. That was fantastic!"
"I plan to do it all the time."
"Oh, baby!"
He kissed me again. It lasted until the water started getting cooler. He shampooed my hair quickly and did his. We rinsed as the last of the warm water seemed to vanish.
We dried each other. Luke smiled the whole time.
"Will it bother you if I want to rim you all the time?" I asked, joking.
"Uh.no!"
I laughed.
"You may be sorry, though."
"Why?"
"Because now I plan to get my tongue inside you."
We got dressed.
"Do you want to live in Texas?" I asked him.
"I've been wondering that very thing. We will just have to see what a Vin-Ta pack is like. At least I wouldn't have to worry about changing into a wolf, unintentionally. But it might not be good for you to change into a bush in front of them. We need to find out more about your race from them. If everyone thinks that race is dead and it isn't, it kind of implies it is hiding."
I hadn't thought of that. I nodded.
"And if they are hiding, they probably have a very good reason for it."
Luke was wearing his baggy jeans.
"I hate those pants," I said.
"You do?"
He sniffed.
"I think I know why."
He wiggled his eyebrows. I laughed.
"You are right! I want to look at your cock."
"No, you don't. You want to play with it and have it inside you."
"Considering what a short time you've known me, you seem to understand me pretty well!"
He laughed.
"It isn't hard." I looked at it. He was wrong. "I mean difficult," he added. I laughed. "We want the same thing, Tom. Always remember that."
"I'll try."
We left and got into my SUV. I reached over and groped him, before starting it up.
"I'm starting to think that guy's mate-the one with the thirty something orgasms-wasn't trying," I said.
"Well, after two hundred years, maybe thirty will be enough."
I shook my head. It was unbelievable.
"I may not live that long," I said.
"If they made two races, why would they make only one live a long time? I bet it's the shifting that does it. It probably repairs all the damage that aging does."
That made some sense.
We drove to a restaurant that made good burgers. We walked inside and were seated. I looked around and saw a guy I had gone to school with. I groaned.
"What is it?"
It was one of the guys who called me Bob's boyfriend. I was there with my boyfriend. I really hoped he didn't see us, but that seemed unlikely.
"Someone I went to high school with. Not a friend."
"Would you like me to kill him for you?"
I stared at Luke. Finally he smiled. "Kidding!"
I smiled.
"Thanks."
I forced myself not to look at him. But I could feel him looking at me. I might have been imagining it, but I could feel it.
"I've got to take a leak," Luke said.
He got up and headed to the back of the restaurant. I grew more nervous after that. I was sure the jerk was going to come over. 'Is that your new boyfriend, now that the other one died?' I could hear him ask.
Suddenly I heard a crash. I jumped and a woman said, "Shit!"
"Yeah, Clyde," I heard a man say. It was the rednecks!
Suddenly my vision changed.
"Look at that," I heard a kid say. It was a little boy. He was pointing at me. Suddenly, I could feel everyone looking at me. Then I saw Luke. He was grinning.
"A guy is unconscious in the men's bathroom," he said, loudly.
Everyone looked away as he sat across from me. My vision returned to normal.
I heard the little boy say, "No, Mommy. The man turned into a bush."
I got nervous, but I didn't change. Luke was there. I was safe.
"No. You just imagined it. They have plants all over the restaurant. Someone just put it down when the waitress dropped all the plates."
I didn't hear anyone else talking about us. I looked at Luke, very relieved.
"Maybe we should move to Texas," he said.
I sighed.
"Is this your new boyfriend?" I heard.Alan-that was his name, ask.
Luke stood. He grabbed Alan's shirt and lifted him into the air. I heard fabric ripping.
"Shit! Let me down! I didn't mean anything."
Luke dropped him. Alan almost fell over.
"Get the fuck away from here," Luke said.
Luke sat.
"Asshole," Alan said.
Luke stood, again. Alan practically ran away. He put money on his table and grabbed the hand of the woman who was sitting with him. She looked really irritated, and not at us. They left.
I felt sick.
The waitress came to take our order. I lost my appetite and said I just wanted a cola. Luke ordered four half-pound cheeseburgers and four orders of fries. I almost laughed.
"Do you want any of those to-go?" she asked.
"No."
"You must be really hungry!"
"Yup."
She left.
Luke smiled at me. I started to get hungry again.
"I ordered one for you."
I laughed. I felt better.
"Claude, I told you it was the transmission," I heard a man said. It wasn't 'Clyde' I'd heard, it was 'Claude'.
Luke rubbed one of his legs against mine.
"Feel better?"
I nodded. I wasn't very fond of myself at that moment, but Luke seemed fine. He was smiling--or maybe leering at me. I grinned.
I would normally not have been able to eat all of a half- pound burger. But I did. I ate an order of fries, too. Now that I knew changing-shifting-wasn't supernatural, it made sense that it burned a lot of calories. Something very extreme had to going on when it happened. I decided to order a chocolate shake. Luke decided it sounded good and had one, too. We finished and Luke paid. While we waited for his change, I realized it was my first date. I smiled at the thought.
We left and got in my truck.
"I'm sorry about that. How long did it take you to get more in control?"
"I don't think it matters. It still happens. It happened last night."
I sighed.
"I just need to stay with you. Next time, you'll go to the bathroom with me. I didn't like leaving you alone, anyway. Although I was worried about another man hitting on you. I decided I was being too possessive and ignored my feelings."
"I don't think you can be too possessive of me. I want it, too. I want to be yours and yours alone."
He nodded.
"So next time, you won't be afraid."
I nodded.
"It does sort of confirm my belief that we need to avoid the regular human world when we can. If that guy in the restaurant had gotten aggressive, I might have shifted and killed him." I gulped. "You aren't the only one who shifts unwillingly."
I sighed. He was right.
"That was my first date," I said.
"That is hard to believe. But I'm really pleased it was with me."
"I guess it's silly to think of it that way."
"It isn't silly at all to me," Luke said. "It's romantic and I'm glad to have romance in my life, especially with you."
I smiled.
"Do you need to go shopping?" I asked.
"I do."
I headed to a shopping center.
"Do you still want to go to Texas tomorrow?" he asked.
"Yeah. I am still a little nervous about changing into a shrub in public."
He nodded.
I parked and we went into a big box store. Luke picked up quite a few things, including cologne.
"Do you like this one?"
I grinned at him.
"You smell wonderful without it," I whispered.
"I feel more romantic with it," he whispered back.
I sighed. I was happy.
After we put his things in the car, we walked over to a furniture store and looked at beds. We decided on one and picked a headboard, but we didn't buy it. We might be moving to Texas.
We got home and walked into the living room of my apartment. There was a piece of paper on the floor that hadn't been there. I backed up against Luke. He picked it up. Someone had entered my apartment. The apartment manager distributed notices in little plastic bags hanging from the doorknob. I had a bad feeling.
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