Basic Instincts

 

I find it funny, all the films and movies that portray lycanthropes as these completely normal people that just happen to turn furry once a month. It isn’t like that, trust me, I know. Being a wereleopard does have its advantages; I can make the bodybuilders at my gym feel like pussycat’s when I get on a weight bench and my running speed is a little over double the speed of Usain Bolt, although I could never enter any competitions, they may be a little confused by the feline elements of my DNA.

I’m Lex by the way, just a lonely guy talking to his computer about his big bad secret. Truthfully, I think that the world would love knowing that there are small groups of lycanthropes scattered around the world; they are very useful. The problem is that they are so scared of us.

They don’t have any reason to be scared, I don’t know where all that rubbish about lycanthropy being infectious came from, but I can assure you that it is hereditary and just like with the known animals, some of us have gone extinct. There are not many werewolves left, not after that disaster in the 16^th century where they decided to out themselves in a very violent way. It wasn’t the human hunters that got them, no, we took most of them out; they gave lycanthropes a bad name with all the attacks.

So, I bet you are wondering what it is like to be a lycanthrope. I’ve already told you that some of the myths are wrong, so now you’re wondering what else they were wrong about, right? Well, for starters, we don’t eat people, I mean, we could, just as much as any person could take a bite out of the person sitting next to them, but usually we don’t.

I did know a wererat that was found in woodland by a couple of hunters one evening. I’m not surprised that the hunters were shocked, I mean, how often do you see a five foot rat crouching in the bushes?

They shot him in the leg. There wasn’t much that he could do: he couldn’t run away or hide, so he killed them. The head of his clan received a letter two weeks explaining what happened and saying that he was trying to find a new clan. That’s the last we heard of him.

So, we aren’t tied to the moon either, like most people think. It’s like having an animal living inside you, pacing around you and the longer it is locked up, the more restless it gets, eventually, if you don’t let it out, it will force itself out and that’s just painful! It’s about a month between shiftings for most lycanthropes, although it can vary.

It thinks just like an animal too, it’s very peaceful in a sociopathic kind of way, it literally has the basic instincts, nothing else, just eat, drink, sex, live. I agree with most of the decisions that my beast makes, eat, drink, live, I like doing all of those things, but it starts to get a bit complicated when it comes to sex. My beast doesn’t think about the ethical complications of who I sleep with, just how good a mother the mate would be. My beast is all about curvy hips, large breasts; child-bearing assets.

The problem is the clan rules. As I said before, lycanthropy is hereditary, but each version of lycanthropy is different: a wereleopard couldn’t breed with a werecobra, it’s a bit like beastiality, except less... unacceptable. Nothing bad would happen, except that no baby would be produced and the lycanthropy breed would slowly filter down into extinction. So the rules on that are that we are allowed to sleep with other breeds, we just aren’t allowed to settle down with them. My beast doesn’t mind that, he doesn’t really think about sticking around after the mating.

Having sex with a human, that is what gets us into trouble. You see, it’s kind of like mating a horse and a donkey, they produce offspring, but they don’t work evolutionarily. In that case, the offspring is infertile, in this case, the offspring are insane. It doesn’t really show until they get to the teenage years and they begin to change. As soon as the beast starts coming out to play, the brain seem to leak out their ears and they just start killing everything.

You can probably see why we aren’t allowed to even sleep with humans, so when my beast started chasing after a human last week, I had an internal battle, much more literally than when people normally say that!

We were in the supermarket shopping, I was in the raw meat aisle, so naturally my beast had come to have a nosey. Nobody else would have noticed, it’s just like he was looking through my eyes and using my nose to sniff the meat, but then he sniffed something else. I could smell it too, the unmistakable smell of a woman that is going to ovulate soon, the pheromones were so strong.

Without the aid of the beast, I took an extra sniff at the air to see whether I could smell leopard, or any lycanthropy for that matter. When it was clean, I tried to walk away, but the beast turned my head to see the woman leaning over a beef joint.

She had a peachy round ass that would have fit perfectly in his claws as he was pulling her towards him whilst he impaled her on his own stiffness, wide hips for an uncomplicated birth, large breasts that would give his children all the nutrients that they needed.

That’s what he saw, what I saw was quite different. She had a nice round ass begging for me to plunge into her as she leant over my bed (okay, maybe there were some similarities), long, curly, black hair hanging over her shoulder as she leant down and a small waist that would fit neatly in my hands as I pulled her towards me for our first kiss.

When I realised that I had started walking over to her, I turned to leave. My beast was so reluctant that I almost didn’t manage it. If it had been a few more days since I last shifted, I’m not sure that I’d have been able to walk out of that store. My beast has never been that adamant before, but once we were out of the shop, I knew we were safe. She was far away from us, nothing to tempt him.

But on the train home from work yesterday, I smelt her and knew that I was in trouble...