A Halloween to Remember

A Halloween to remember

There are few perks to living in a sparsely populated suburb of a town in the middle of bum-fuck nowhere. Housing prices are low, so even someone like you can afford a mortgage, the neighbors don't complain when you play your music full blast at 2 a.m. on the weekend, no one minds if your lawn gets a little out of hand, and living at the edge of an old growth forest gives you an up close view of all sorts of wildlife. One of the disadvantages about living out in the middle of nowhere, is that it can get kind of lonely. Especially on Halloween.

Last year you'd only had two visitors the entire night. The first had been the town's meth-head, who'd been looking for a ride into town. The other visitor had been the county deputy looking for the meth-head. While they'd both been happy to get some of the candy you'd stockpiled for trick-or-treaters, it had been a pretty disappointing night all in all. Not even the month long supply of stale candy afterward could make up for it.

Which is why this year, you only picked up a tiny bag of fun-sized candy bars. To be honest, you aren't expecting anyone, but it pays to be prepared. Your plans for the night include beer, pizza, and as many horror movies you can stomach before falling into a coma.

The pizza should arrive soon, so you open your second beer of the evening in anticipation and queue up, "Dude Bro Massacre III." Half a can of beer later and you're through the flashback scenes from the first two nonexistent movies when the doorbell rings.

Using a game case as a coaster, you set your beer down and pick up your wallet en route to the door. You could have sworn that you'd left your porch light on, to guide wayward trick-or-treaters in your direction, but opening the front door, you find your porch cloaked in shadow. The only light came from the screen in your living room, leaving everything in pale darkness. You can barely make out the short figure on your front step holding the familiar shape of a pizza box. From the short height and voluminous hair, held back by a baseball cap, you guess it's a girl.

Your guess is confirmed when she asks, "Mr. Anon? A large pepperoni and olives?" in a feminine but slightly raspy voice.

"Yep, that's me," you reply, handing out the cash.

She takes the money and you take the pizza at the same time, like a well oiled successful hostage exchange. "You can keep the change," you say, feeling magnanimous. "Oh, and do you want some candy? I've got a whole bag, and I don't think there'll be too many people stopping by tonight."

"Thanks for the tip, but no thanks, mister. Me and chocolate don't get along too well."

You shrug and say, "Well, have a good night, and a happy Halloween," as you start to close the door.

"You too," she replies as she turns toward the dark shape at the end of your driveway you assume is her car.

Setting the pizza down on your coffee table, you open the box to let the molten cheese congeal into a viscous solid. While waiting, you grab some paper towels in lieu of a plate, but before you can get back to the couch with the roll, you hear your doorbell go off again. A be puzzled, but slightly hopeful, you set the paper towels down next to the pizza and head back to the door, finding a familiar diminutive shadow standing on your porch.

"Um, hi again," she says nervously. "Can I borrow your phone? My car won't start and I don't have any bars on my phone."

Ah, the other joy of living in the middle of nowhere, crap cellphone reception.

"Sure," you say, opening the door wider for her. "It's over there on the counter." You jerk your head toward the nearby kitchen where your antiquated land line was sitting. One day you were going to get a no shit telephone stand, maybe even a doily for it to sit on. Or maybe someone will finally be desperate enough to build a cell phone tower next to your house and you'll be able to chuck the damn phone in the garbage.

All these phone related thoughts flee your head as the pizza girl walks past you. Her hat is pulled low over her eyes, which does little to hide the rest of her features.

"Wow, you went all out for Halloween, huh?" you ask appreciatively. Her werewolf costume was probably one of the best you've ever seen. You couldn't see any seams anywhere on her hands or arms, up to where they disappeared into her maroon polo shirt monogrammed with the pizzeria's logo. Just unbroken fur that didn't even look synthetic. Her neck and face were covered with the same material, with her cheeks accentuated by puffs of slightly longer hair. She'd gone so far as to put a hole in the back of her jeans to allow her 'tail' to pop out at a realistic angle.

"Heh, yeah. I just love getting into the Halloween spirit," she says with a slight sigh.

You close the door behind her and make your way back to the couch while she picks up the phone and starts going through her cell, looking for a number. Giving her a wide berth, you try your best not to look like a rapist/serial killer. There's only a half wall between the kitchen and the living room, so you can see her punch a number into the phone and turn away slightly . Even across the room, you can hear the phone ring several times before there's a loud click followed by an even louder and gregarious voice saying, "You've reached Madame Sibellia's Home for Wayward Girls. If you're not a creep, leave it after the beep." Following the message was one of the most grating and raucous laughs you've ever heard. It's not a laugh, it's a cackle. Thankfully it's cut short by a loud electronic beep.

"Hey guys, it's me, Winnie. Listen, my car broke down an [Anon's address]. It sounds like the fuel pump's dead when I try to crank it. Anyway, when you get this, mind coming over and picking me up? Or, you know, if this guy turns out to be an axe murderer, come get my dismembered remains. Thanks." She sighs as she turns back toward you and hangs the phone up.

"Everything okay," you call out.

"Not really. My car won't start, and this is the one night a year that none of my friends are home because they're all out partying. Who knows how long it'll be before they get that message and come pick me up."

"I'd give you a ride if I could," you offer, "but my car's dead too. I've been bumming rides to work from a friend for almost a month now." You take a sip from you rapidly warming beer. "Hey, listen, why don't you hang out here until your friends show up? I've got a couple of packs of beer, a freshly delivered pizza, and a marathon of B-list horror movies queued up. That's got to be more entertaining than than just sitting out there in your car, waiting in the dark for your friends to show up."

She tilts her head as she considers your offer for a moment, before shrugging and saying, "Why not?"

As she crosses the room and heads to the opposite side of the couch you're on, you hold out an unopened beer to her. "My name's Anon"

"Winnie," she replies while plucking the beer from your hand and settling down on her side of the couch.

"So ... axe murderer?" You ask as she cracks open her beer.

She takes a swig from the can before replying, "Well, you don't have the upper body strength to be a chainsaw wielding maniac, so I went with my second guess."

"Fair point," you concede. "Those things can get stupidly heavy. I have no idea how Leatherface can do that chainsaw dance of his."

"Years of practice. He probably had to go to chainsaw dance class every week."

You smile, enjoying how easy it was to laugh at her jokes. "Yeah. Five years ballet, two years jazz, three years chainsaw. Then, and only then can you call yourself the master of dance."

Winnie snorts into her beer as you rewind the movie back to its beginning and hit play.

Three movies later, the pizza is long gone, the beer reserves are nearly exhausted, and you and Winnie have gotten to know each other pretty well. While each of the movies had been entertainingly awful in their own right, the running commentary you'd both provided had made them infinitely better and had allowed you to get a feel for each other. She's a lot more down-to-earth and easier to talk to than most of the girls, or even guys, you know. She even laughed at your joke about the exploding vampire babies instead of looking at you like a piece of trash. Could this be the start of a beautiful friendship?

"...Let me tell you why that's bullshit," she's saying with the last can of beer in her hand, one finger pointing at you. "First of all, why would vampires and werewolves even be fighting? They're not exactly competing for the same food supply or territory or anything like that. Secondly, it wouldn't even be a fight. Have you seen a vampire? They're tall, willowy, and full of bat puns. A werewolf would tear them apart in less than a second."

"Bat puns?"

"Bad ones."

You think on that as you finish the last of your beer and glance over at Winnie. Sometime in the night she'd decided that her hat was too constrictive and had tossed it on the coffee table. You can't help but notice that for the sake of the holiday, she'd even gone so far as to setup fake wolf ears in her barely contained ponytail. Judging by the way they occasionally flicked in the gloom from the screen, she'd even hooked them up to some type of small electric motor. You feel positively inadequate in your simple getup of a spooky skeleton tee-shirt and blue jeans, and silently resolve to do better next year.

"So, a werewolf versus vampire war is out," you say. "But what about -" A loud grinding, crunching sound interrupts you, causing both you and Winnie to jump. She looks over at you with wide eyes that practically glow in the dim room and whispers, "What's that?"

Recognizing the sound as a somewhat regular annoyance, you sigh. "It's probably just a stupid deer. It comes around every once in a while and tries to eat the siding off the side of my house. Hang on a minute, I'll go scare it away."

You start to get up, but Winnie stops you by grabbing your arm. "You have deer that just walk up to your house?" She asks excitedly. You can see her fake tail start to wag. Technology these days is amazing.

"Yeah. If you didn't notice, I live on the edge of some pretty deep and dark woods. Lots of wild animals around here like deer, rabbits, foxes, things that go bump in the night. Since no hunters come out here, they don't know that they're supposed to be scared of humans I guess."

"No hunting," Winnie asks, her ears drooping a bit and her tail slowing down. "Is this some sort of protected area or something?"

"Not really. Most people just don't come out here due to the abandoned graveyard in the woods. And the ghost that haunts the old Jenkins place up the street. And the deserted quarry where all those kids drowned back in the eighties. And the derelict Big Boy restaurant down the road, where they say the Big Boy mascot walks at night, hungering for human flesh. But hey, it keeps the property values down, so I'm not complaining."

"So hunting's legal here?" You nod and Winnie's smile grows wide. "Then we should totally go hunt the shit out of that deer." She bounces off the couch and over to the nearest window. Peeking out of it, toward where the crunching sound was still coming from, her tail starts to wag so hard that you're surprised it doesn't fall off.

"Hunt? With what? I don't have any guns, or bows, or spears, or ... or whatever else you hunt things with."

"Then stalk. We'll stalk the hell out of that deer," Winnie replies undeterred. She rushes back to the couch and pulls you up by your arm. "Come on, this'll be fun."

Well, you've got a decent buzz going on from the beer, and you're not tired yet. "Why not," you decide.

You let her pull you off the couch and out the front door. The previous owners of the house had installed external spotlights on the corners of the house, but they've never worked for as long as you've lived there. Thankfully, the moon is bright enough to shed a decent amount of light on everything, albeit with flat, muted colors.  Winnie puts a finger to her lips and leads you to the corner of the house. She surreptitiously peeks around it, and thanks to your height, you're able to stand close behind her and take a look as well.

Sure enough, at the other end of the house, past the tarp covered rusted barbecue set the former home owners had left, as a deer. Antlers and everything. It had managed to pull a piece of siding off the side of your house and was trying its best to masticate it. You've never been much of a handy man, so you're not looking forward to figuring out how to replace that siding.

Winnie grabs a hold of your shirt and slowly pulls you both back behind the corner. Once out of sight of the deer, she practically skips over toward your driveway. "That's a 8 pointer," she whispers excitedly. "Oh man, this is going to be so great. She turns toward you smiling, the moonlight reflecting off of what awfully big teeth she has. "Okay, here's the plan. I'm going to go around to the other side of the backyard. When I'm in position, I'll give you the signal and you come out from the front, making as much noise as you can, scaring the deer back toward me. I'll handle the rest."

"You sure this is a good idea?"

"Come on, Anon, this will be fun, I promise. Now are you ready to go? I don't want to give that deer a chance to run away."

Not sure you're one hundred percent on board with this plan, you nonetheless ask, "So what's the signal?"

"I'll cough," she says confidently. "A howl or a bark might spook it too much. Since there's just the two of us, we probably won't be able to run it down, so we'll need to take it by surprise. If we had a bigger pack this would be a lot easier, but I've got a good feeling about this."

"You sure?" You ask. You're starting to sober up, and the less buzzed you get, the worse of an idea this sounds like.

"Relax," Winne says reassuringly, with a wink and a light punch to your arm. "Worst case scenario, we get to run around like a pair of idiots. Best case scenario, we get to run around like a pair of idiots, with a deer. It's a win win either way, trust me. Now, go stand over there and wait for my signal." She turns you around and gives you a gentle push back toward the corner you'd peeked around earlier. By the time you look back, all you can see is the end of her tail disappearing around the side of the garage. With a resigned shrug, you take your position and covertly peer around the corner again.

Yep, the deer is still there. Yep, it's still destroying your house. And now it's raising its tail and ... taking a dump on top of your coiled up hose. Man, fuck this deer.

It finishes making room for your vinyl siding when both it and you hear a barking cough from the backyard. The deer lifts its head in alarm, its ears turning in all directions as its nostrils flare, trying to sense if there's danger or not. Cautiously it stats to move away from the direction the cough had come from, heading straight toward you.

No time left to think, you jump around the corner of the house, waving your hands high in the air as you shout, "Booga booga booga!"

Deciding it liked you less than whatever had coughed earlier, the deer spins around and starts bounding away from you. Which is when the small form of Winne comes sprinting around the corner of the house, looking as if she were moving on all fours. Obviously not thinking much of this new obstruction, the deer lowers its head, brandishing its antlers as it speeds up. For a long second, you can just see your new friend either trampled into the ground or gored to death on your lawn. But, as the deer barrels toward her, at the last possible second, Winnie leaps to the side and uses the wall of the house as a springboard. She rockets back toward the deer, reaching out and grabbing it by the neck as she flies through the air. Unbalanced, the deer, with Winnie along for the ride, crashes to the ground. While it's still discombobulated, Winnie shifts her hold and in a move that would make Superman proud, jerks and snaps the deer's neck almost effortlessly. Its splayed hooves give one final kick and its head lolls in Winnie's hands at an unnatural angle.

All this happens in a matter of moments, and you're too stunned to do anything but stand there with your arms in the air like an idiot. Winnie's teeth flash at you in the moonlight. "We did it, Anon!" She stands up and bounds over to you, leaping up to high-five your still outstretched hand. "For a spur of the moment hunt, I'd say that went pretty well." She turns back to consider the recently deceased deer, and then says, "Do you have any garbage bags? If you do, go grab them, and clear out your freezer. The sooner we get this thing cleaned, the better."

You're still trying to process what just happened as you automatically turn around and head over to your garage. Rolling up the door, you see your broken down car and some things the former home owners had left behind. A large rusted chest freezer,several boxes of industrial strength trash bags, several rolls of silver duck tape, a couple of boxes of rubber gloves, and a rusty bow saw. There had been more, but you'd been throwing stuff away over time. From everything they'd left behind, it seems like the former tenants had been in a hurry to leave.

Oh well. It worked in your favor. You grab a bunch of bags and head back to Winnie and her deer. In your absence, Winnie had pulled the tarp off the barbecue set and had dragged the deer onto it. She'd also pulled a large hunting knife out of somewhere and was making quick work of the deer. It was starting to look less like Bambi's retarded cousin and more like something you'd find in a grocery store.

Though, if your grocery store smelled anything like this, you'd start looking for alternatives. The deer carcase gives off a peculiar aroma of iron, gamy shit, and just a hint of burning trash.

"What is that smell?" You loudly ask as you step near the blood covered tarp Winnie is crouched over and drop the trash bags so you can cover your nose with your shirt.

"That's the offal."

"I'll say."

Winnie barks out a laugh and says, "Here, just hold one of the bags open."

You reach down and pull one of the large black bags off the roll and after a minor struggle, hold it open. She lifts up a glistening pile of squishy organs and drops it unceremoniously into the bag. Taking the bag from your hands, she ties it off with a knot and tosses it to the side. Admittedly the smell lessens, but there is still a definite funk that's going to linger for a while.

"I don't want to spend all night butchering this thing," Winne says while considering the remnants of the deer, her bloody hands on her hips. "So, I'm just going to skin and quarter him. If we work together, it shouldn't take long at all." Not sure this still falls under your definition of fun, you look at her questioningly, but she just smiles in reply. Brandishing her knife, she bends back down to work, and motions for you to grab a hold of the deer's leg. With a bit of reluctance, you join her and you both set to work.

Half an hour later, you're covered in blood and carrying fun sized bags of deer to your garage with Winnie. The parts of the deer that Winnie had reluctantly deemed as inconvenient to store were in similar bags at the bottom of your garbage can. You get the feeling that your local garbage men wouldn't be too squeamish, or ask too many questions about, a garbage bag leaking blood.

"Nice car," Winnie comments as you two enter the garage, heading for the rusty freezer.

"Thanks, it was my dad's. It broke down last month, and I have no idea what the problem is. Once I save up some money, I'll have it towed to a car place and have them look at it."

Winnie looks thoughtful as she offers, "You know, I have a friend who's good with machines and stuff. I bet she wouldn't mind taking a look at it." She opens the top of the freezer and tosses her share of the deer in. "Score!" she happily exclaims as she pulls out your emergency bottle of Stoli. "Looks like you've been holding out on me, Anon."

You begin to play tetris with the bags of deer as you reply, "I knew I shouldn't have hidden that in plain sight." As you shove things around to get the top of the freezer to close, you look up at Winnie as she smiling takes a drink from the bottle. It was in this moment, in the dingy light coming from the single exposed bulb hanging from the center of the garage, that you suffer an epiphany of the obvious. Winnie's not actually wearing a costume. The ears, the tail, the blood matted fur, that was all her.

Your mind reeling, you stand up and let the freezer lid fall shut. Oblivious to your world changing realization, Winnie smiles at you and offers the bottle of vodka. You take it, and throwing your head back, down more of it than you really should. It burns on the way down, and you cough, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand as you hand the bottle back to Winnie.

"You okay there, Champ?" She asks with a grin, before taking a much more reasonable hit from the bottle. You can only stare, noticing her throat contract as she swallows, wondering how you could have missed it. You trace her canine features, the way her muzzle meets the rest of her face, and you notice that she has a spot of blood on her cheek. Without thinking, you reach out and brush it away with your thumb.

Her cheek is warm, her fur soft. Instinctively she nuzzles your hand slightly before she catches herself and stands absolutely still, staring at you in apprehension. If this were one of your visual novels, you'd smoothly clean your thumb with your tongue and comment on how sweet she tastes. But, it's not, so you awkwardly let go of her and rub the blood on your jeans. "T-there's a shower in the bedroom," you stammer out. "You can take that one and I'll take the one upstairs."

"Y-yeah, okay," she answers, both of you tacitly agreeing to ignore that little moment you just shared.

In a daze, you hit the button to close the garage door and lead the way back inside. You detour to the master bedroom to grab a change of clothes and point out the bathroom to Winnie, careful not to meet her eyes. "There should be clean towels under the sink. Feel free to wear anything you find in here. Most of it should be clean. Just shout if you need anything."

"Got it," Winnie replies in a subdued voice.

Your change of clothes in hand, you speed walk out of the room and head upstairs to the guest bathroom. It's been a while since you've been up there, and you hope that you left out some soap and a towel.

Turns out you didn't. But you'll make do. As you pull off your blood stained clothes and step into the cold spray of the shower, you try to get your thoughts in order.

Okay, so werewolves apparently exist, and there's one in your house. Or is she a wolfman, wolfgirl? The moon isn't full, but do real werewolves follow movie werewolf logic? Do you have any silver in the house? What if she decides to rip your throat out and put you in the freezer next to the deer? That's what monsters do, right? Kill people for no reason. But, if she were going to do that, wouldn't she have already done it by now? You've spent several hours together already, and there hadn't been a hint of Winnie wanting to kill you. In fact, tonight's been one of the best nights you've had in a while. It was nice to spend time with someone else, someone who had the same sense of humor you do, and was easy to talk to, who seemed to get you. If it weren't for the whole potentially killing you thing, you'd want to see if Winne wanted to hang out again.

It could be the alcohol talking, but maybe, since she hadn't tried to kill you thus far, and judging by how much of the pizza she'd downed, she wasn't going to be hungering for human flesh soon, so maybe it was okay to let her stay. Maybe it would be okay to see if she wanted to hang out more, and maybe it would be all right if that led to something more.

Winnie is a pretty cool person, even if she is a monster. You probably don't need to worry about her ripping your throat out, hopefully. So resigned, you focus on rinsing the deer blood off of you. It only takes a few minutes before the last of the pink water is circling the drain, and you're faced with the next dilemma. How to dry off sans towel. After a moment's consideration of your options, you opt to sacrifice your clean shirt in the name of dryness. Once it's sopped up as much water as it's going to, you toss it on top of your dirty clothes and notice that you forgot to grab a pair of underwear. So, you leave the bathroom wearing nothing more than a pair of blue jeans.

Heading back downstairs, you hear the master shower still going. Checking the laundry, you're disappointed that you didn't leave any clean clothes on top of the dryer. So, you settle down on the couch and start browsing through more movie options, trying to keep the fact that your new friend is a werewolf out of your mind. Soon, you hear the shower stop, and a tense silence fills the house.

You're starting to wonder if maybe Winnie's fallen asleep on you, and whether the couch or your old sleeping bag would be more comfortable, when you hear her call out, "Anon," from the bathroom.

Jumping up, you walk back to your room saying, "Yeah? Are you okay, do you need anything?" You come up short when you see Winnie standing in the door frame of the bathroom, wearing one of your old, over-sized tee-shirts. It falls almost to her knees, and the neck is so wide that the shirt hangs precariously off of one shoulder. On the counter behind her, you notice the errant bottle of vodka, almost empty.

With her eyes on the carpet, and her ears low against her head, one arm crossed over her chest, holding her elbow, Winnie says, "I-I just wanted to tell you that tonight's been really awesome, Anon. Thank you. You've been great. Usually, I have to worry about how people see me. Even on Halloween I have to pretend like I'm not who I am. But with you, I don't. You're so easy to talk to, and you treat me like a normal person, not some kind of freak. So, thanks."

The sight of Winnie appearing so vulnerable sent the images of her tearing your face off to the back of your mind. You might not be a perfect gentleman, but when faced with a young woman who is obviously feeling pain, you instinctively cross the room and pull her into a loose hug. She fits into your arms surprisingly well, and she's so warm.

"Listen, Winnie, you're not a freak, you're a great person. It might take a while for other people to realize it, but I'm sure that anyone who gets to know you realizes that you're a good girl. To be honest, tonight's been wonderful for me too. I though I was just going to spend another Halloween alone, watching crappy movies and filling the hole in me with candy. But, even with how weird some of this has been, being with you made things a million times better. So thank you for a wonderful evening too." You pull away slightly to maintain the platonicness of the hug as you continue, "Now, it's late, and I'm sure we're both tired. So, why don't you take the bed here and I'll grab the couch, and I'll see you in the morning."

You try to pull away, but Winnie doesn't let go, instead, she pulls you closer, her tail beginning to loudly beat against the doorway. "Or, you know ..." She starts to say, trailing off, but looking up at you suggestively.

"Know what?"

"We could, you know, share the bed. I mean, you did come in here without a shirt for a reason, right?"

"Oh. Oh!" You're not the quickest horse in the race, but even you eventually cross the finish line. "No, you see, I didn't have a towel, so I had to use my shirt, and I didn't want to creep you out by grabbing a new one while you were in here."

Winnie's ears fell. "Oh. So, does that mean you don't ..." She asks in embarrassed disappointment, her tail falling between her legs.

How can you say no to that face? "No, no, I totally do. I mean, you're a great girl and anyone who wouldn't want to would be an idiot -"

You're cut off by Winnie leaning up and pressing her lips against yours. You freeze in shock for a moment, but you quickly begin to return it. The kiss is definitely different. Winnie's lips aren't as full or as soft as the other girls' you'd kissed, but they didn't feel bad per se.  After a few seconds, you feel Winnie's tongue run across your lips, and you open your mouth to let her in. You try to keep up with her, but in a matter of moments you've been overrun, forced to surrender. She was in Paris celebrating her victory, while your tongue is still at the Maginot Line trying to figure out what had happened.

Her tongue is everywhere in your mouth all at once. It's longer and stronger than yours. In fact, she'd wrapped her tongue around yours and was checking out the scar you'd gotten when your wisdom teeth had been removed. Her merciless oral assault is intense, a bit weird, and totally hot.

As lost as you are in the struggle, you don't notice that you've been backing up until your legs hit the edge of the bed and you fall backwards. You land with a soft pomf and find yourself looking up at Winnie, who is smiling down at you while quite literally licking her chops. The hunger in her eyes unnerves you a bit, but with the fear is a warm, excited feeling as your adrenaline kicks in and your pants tighten. With one swift movement, Winnie reaches down and pulls her shirt over her head, revealing that she isn't wearing anything underneath. You swear that your dick is about to burst through its denim prison like the Kool-Aid man through a cinder block wall.

It's your turn to hungrily examine her body with your eyes. Even though she's a werewolf, it looks like all the important things are there. A pair of perky B cup breasts topped by quarter sized brown areolas, a taunt stomach with a dimple of a belly button leading down to a tuft of vibrantly red hair. Of course, all the fur that covers her body is a bit different. From what you can tell, the fur that covers her breasts and stomach is shorter, and a slightly lighter shade of brown than the rest of her body.

Your scrutiny must have made Winne feel a bit self-concious. The fire in her eyes starts to dim and she begins to frown while raising her arms to cover herself.

"You're beautiful," you say as you sit up and cup Winne's face before going in for another kiss. You keep it chaste and short, so you can move on and start trailing kisses down her neck. She's softer and warmer than you could have ever imagined.

"O-of course I am," she replies with renewed confidence while you continue to work your way down. "I ... oh, do that again." She says as you reach her breasts. You gently roll your thumb over one nipple, while you tease the other with your tongue. Your other hand finds its way to the small of her back and you can't help but enjoy the way her fur feels as you run your hand through it. Abruptly, you realize that you're basically petting her, and you're both enjoying it.

Unfortunately, you also notice that some hair has made it into your mouth and was starting to irritate your throat. So you pause to fish around in your mouth, pulling out a decent number of now familiar short, brown hairs.

"My turn," Winnie practically grows out. You look up to see her concentrating intently on your tented jeans. With a maniacal grin and fully extended claws, she reaches down and helps you out of your pants. Unfortunately neither the zipper or the button appear to be willing to cooperate, so rather than waste time, Winnie simply rips and tears your jeans off of you.

The cold air and the proximity of rather large and sharp claws to your privates, causes you to suffer a bit of shrinkage, but Winnie doesn't seem to notice as she tosses away your ruined pants and stares down, fixated on your dick.

"Would this be a bad time to tell you I don't have any condoms?" You gasp out. "I wasn't really planning -"

"Don't care," Winnie pants out as she leans down and begins kissing, nibbling, and licking your nick, causing you to squirm at the ticklish sensation and scoot further back onto the bed. Winnie, on her hands and knees, follows after you, and you soon feel your dick trapped between her hot thighs.

Your mouth occupied by her relentless assault, you reach out to try and return the favor by finding an erogenous zone, any erogenous zone within reach. You start out by burying your hands in her thick, luxurious hair, and quickly find her soft, yet firm, ears. Tentatively you run your fingers over them, then start to massage her where they meet her scalp. When you hit a particular spot, right at the base of her ears, Winne lets out a sighful whimper into your neck and collapses on top of you. Still rubbing the same area, you glance down and see that she's looking back at you with an unfocused gaze and breathing heavily. Her soft breasts and pert nipples, in fact her whole body, feels wonderful against yours.

"Hey," you say, craning your neck to give her a peck on the nose. "You okay?"

In reply, she just lazily flicks her tongue and hits you between the jaw and the nose. Slowly, her eyes begin to focus, and she reaches up to pull your hands away from her ears. "Okay, I think it's time for some payback," she says as she sits back up. Her hands still hold yours, and she traps them against the bed as she slides down you, until she rests just above your hips, leaving a hot, wet sensation in her wake. You've never been this hard before in your life.

"Fuck. Please." You say desperately.

You can see Winnie's fangs as she bites her lip. "Well, since you asked nicely."

She lifts herself up and lets go of your hands so she can reach down and grab a hold of your dick. You feel her slide your head back and forth across her slit, and it's all you can do not to thrust up and bury yourself in her. But her tight grip leaves you no doubt who's in charge and who decides how fast you two go.

You clench your eyes shut as she stops teasing you and holds your cock still as she slowly, ever so slowly, lowers herself down onto it. She's tighter and hotter than either of the girls you'd been with before. It's almost painful how tight she is; it's a good pain. "Oh fuck," you hear her whimper as she slowly takes you in until she's gone all the way down. Her pelvis is flat against yours, and she puts her hands on your shoulders to steady herself as she just sits still for a minute.

Opening your eyes, you find Winnie gazing down at you lustfully. "I forgot to ask. You have a girlfriend?" It takes you a few seconds for your brain to kick in, but you dumbly shake your head no. Winnie's smile grows as she says, "Well, if you play your cards right, after tonight, you might." And then she starts to move.

You can't help letting out a wanton gasp as she slowly slides up and then slams down on your dick. She's so tight and hot, it's like someone made a blood pressure cuff out of a velvet hot water bottle and wrapped it around your dick. Not wanting to be anywhere but inside her, you start to thrust up, your hands moving to her hips as the two of you work out a rhythm.

"Oh, oh fuck," Winnie says after a minute or so as she starts to dig her claws into your shoulders. "Oh fuck, pull my tail!"

Wat? "What?" you croak, your higher cognitive functions no longer responding.

"Pull my tail!" Winnie half commands, half begs.

Mentally shrugging, you reach around and find her bushy tail. Following it up to its base, you give it a gentle tug.

"Harder!"

You give her tail a jerk and Winnie throws her head back and howls like nothing you've ever heard before while raking her claws down your chest. She leaves bloody scratches in her wake, but you're a bit too preoccupied to notice right away. Winnie's vagina was doing all sorts of things you've never felt before. It was spasming, it was contracting, it was pulling, it was pushing, it was doing it all at once and taking you along for the ride. There's no way for you to hold on, so you just let go. Your eyes roll back into your head as you thrust one final time and have the most intense orgasm you can remember. You're pretty sure you've gone blind and deaf as spasm after spasm rips through you.

As you slowly return to Earth, there's a ringing in your ears and a warm wolfgirl on your chest. "Wow," is all you can manage.

"Yeah, I should have warned you before you got on the ride, I'm pretty awesome." Winnie caresses your cheek and pulls you into an off-center kiss. "Though you're not too bad yourself, Anon."

Wrapping your arms around her waist, you lead her into a deeper kiss. She starts doing that thing with her tongue again, but this time you're ready for it. You just secede all rights to your mouth, throat, and did her tongue just go up your nose a bit? Anyway, you focus on running your tongue along her teeth, testing the sharpness of her canines. You also reach up and cup her breasts, kneading them softly as you run your thumbs over her nipples.

When you both come up for air, you playfully bite at her tongue as she pulls it back, eliciting a moan from Winnie that fans the desire in you back into a fever pitch.

"Feels like someone's getting excited back there," Winne says with a smirk. "Already ready for round two?"

"You know it." You flip both of you over so now you're the one on top. You lean down and pepper her face and neck with kisses. "And for you, a third, a fourth, and however many you want, Winnie."

Pulling away, you look down to line yourself up when Winnie says, "Wait." She appears bashful when you look up at her questioningly. "I want, I mean, do you mind if we, you know, do it doggy style?" Her blush practically burns through her fur.

Smiling, you say, "Of course," and back up to give her space.

Winnie grabs your pillow and rolling over, buries her face in it. She pulls her knees forward until she's kneeling on your bed, her tail flicked to one side as she presents herself to you.

Now, you're not gynecologist, but her vagina looks a bit different from most girls'. It's a bit puffier and was more triangular shaped than just your normal slit.

"What are you waiting for?" Winnie asks, sounding a bit nervous.

"Just admiring the view." You reach out and lightly run your hands down her sides, stopping at her hips.

Winnie shivers slightly at the unexpected contact, but playfully replies, "Maybe you should take a picture, it'll last longer."

You smile. "That might not be a bad idea for next time," you say as you position yourself at her entrance and start to slowly push in. You can hear her sucking in a breath as you return to her now familiar tight, velvety warmth.

Once you're fully in, you wait until you feel her exhale, and then you slowly pull back out of her, almost completely. Then you slide just as slowly back in. You want to be slow, gentle, make this last for as long as possible. At least that had been the plan before you'd stuck your dick in her. All too soon, you're pounding away at her as hard and as fast as you can. The wet sound of your bodies slapping together echo throughout the room. The sound is accompanied by Winnie's breathless, "oh, oh, oh, oh," which keeps time with your thrusts.

As the tempo of your lovemaking speeds up, her tail looses control and starts slapping you in the side. So you grab it with one hand, to hold it out of the way. But grabbing her tail seems to be her kink. As soon as you touch it, Winne lets out a scream and her pussy does that indescribable thing again where it feels as if your dick is approaching the event horizon and being stretched into infinity. Though she's tighter than ever, you put your all into one last thrust and go deeper than ever before, hitting what feels like the bottom of her vagina. It gives a little as you unleash spurt after spurt of cum deep inside of her.

The second orgasm isn't as intense as the first was, but it's enough. With a whine, Winne collapses under you and without the strength necessary to hold yourself up, you fall down beside her, your cock slipping out of her, but still trapped between her warm thighs.

"Wow," Winnie says shakily.

Smirking, you reach out and pull her against your chest. "Yeah, I should have warned you, but I'm pretty awesome too."

You can feel her vibrate as she laughs. Literally spent, you both lapse into a companionable silence. While you wait for your strength to return for round three, you cover both of you with a sheet. Though, with the amount of heat Winnie is putting off, it probably isn't all that necessary. At some point, while you are lightly running your hands over her soft and exotic smelling body, you fall asleep.

You wake up to the smell of bacon and coffee, feeling refreshed. Groggily you sit up and find yourself still naked, but alone in bed. The sun is just starting to turn the window blinds orange. You feel rested, more relaxed than you've felt in months, maybe years. With a stretch and a yawn, you get out of bed and find a non-shredded pair of pants and an old band tee-shirt. Stumbling into the kitchen, you find Winnie wearing a pair of your sweatpants rolled up at the bottom, and one of your old high school tee-shirts.

"Good morning, Anon," She says, her face lighting up with a smile when she sees you.

"Hey, good morning." Walking closer, you find her standing in front of the stove cooking eggs, a plate of bacon already crisped nearby.

As you look over the welcome surprise, Winnie leans up and gives you a peck on the cheek. "I don't know how you like your coffee, but I couldn't find any creamer, so hopefully black's okay." She nods toward a nearby mug of steaming coffee.

"Y-yeah, black's fine. It's great," you say, starting to feel overwhelmed by just how awesome Winnie's being. A night of passionate sex followed by a morning of domestic bliss. Today is shaping up to be a great day. Which is when the doorbell rings.

With a questioning glance toward Winnie, who looks just as confused, you walk over and open your front door to find a giant woman. She fills the door frame, and is probably close to seven feet tall. Her skin is a dull gray and covered by stitch-like scars.

"Excuse me," she says in a deep yet still feminine voice. "Is Winnie here?"

Your voice has left you, but thankfully Winnie comes to the rescue, popping up under your arm that's holding the door.

"Elsa, there you are. Glad you could finally show up."

Elsa raises a hand to the back of her head and looks sheepish as she replies, "Sorry, Winnie. You know how Halloween can get. Especially for us."

"Yeah, I know, which is why I'm not too mad about being stuck here all night." She smiles up at you. "Well, that, and some other things."

"That's good." Elsa looks down toward you, holding her hand out. "Well, thank you for looking after Winnie, mister ..."

"A-anon," You manage, taking her hand and shaking it. "You can call me Anon." She has a firm grip, the kind that can probably grind your bones into dust if you give her cause.

Dropping your hand, Elsa turns back to Winnie. "Well, you ready to go?"

"Give me a minute," Winnie says before zipping off, leaving you and Elsa to awkwardly look at one another.

Behind her, you can see an old VW Bug connected by tow cables to a huge monstrosity of a vehicle. It looks like some type of Frankenstein mash up of a Jeep, and Land Rover, and a F-150, with about two feet of chromed engine sticking up past the top of the hood.

"Nice car," you comment.

"Thanks," was Elsa's flat reply.

"Okay, I'm ready to go," Winnie calls out from behind you. "Anon, is it okay if I borrow these clothes? Mine are still covered in blood," she asks, lifting up the shirt she's wearing with a thumb and finger while holding a bundle of blood soaked clothes and a familiar looking garbage bag.

"Sure. Whenever you get your car fixed, you can return them. No rush."

"It's a date," she says with a smile as she walks past you. She pauses long enough to give you a quick kiss on your cheek.

Elsa cocks an eyebrow at the public display of affection, but doesn't say anything as she turns and follows Winnie down the driveway. You watch them drive off before closing the door, reflecting on one Halloween you'll never forget. Especially when the fire alarm goes off and you spend the rest of the morning trying to get the stench of burnt eggs out of your house.