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My Birthday

The night of my party, the barn and really, the entire farm was a glittering, magic wonderscape. There was food and dancing and drinks and all sorts of incredible things. We were all so happy to finally be graduating.

But Rogue seemed to have disappeared—by this point, all my friends knew that I had a pet wolfdog and they all wondered where he was, when he would be coming out to play.

“He should be around here somewhere,” I’d say every time, peering around the barn, expecting to see Rogue begging for scraps or licking some pretty girl’s leg, his mournful eyes turning then to a crockpot full of pulled pork (his favorite snack).

Suddenly, I spied Tom Simms striding in with two of his friends. And he was carrying a wrapped present. My heart began pounding a rapid staccato beat—my crush was here and he really had brought me a present! I almost couldn’t control my delight. I wanted to rush over to him from across the room but I held my composure.

“Tom is here!” Callie whispered in my ear, coming up behind me, as if I didn’t already know.

“I know Tom is here!” I hissed back. “I saw him the second he walked in!”

Callie giggled. “Of course you did!”

“I’m not going to go up to him now. I want him to come over to me.”

“That’s a good idea. Play hard to get. Boys love that. Make him work for it. Make him grovel.”

Maybe now is a good time to mention that I was a virgin? And that I’d never gone beyond kissing a boy? My stomach was all tied up in knots at the thought that Tom Simms, the tall handsome farm boy football player next door, might be my first! I could just imagine him taking me out to the corn rows and laying me down amid the rows, mounting me, taking off his shirt and revealing his strong, built chest, and then undressing me, tossing my clothes to the side…

Then, he’d spread my legs and I’d feel his mouth “down there”—god, how I’d fantasized about that! I’d spent so much time stroking myself, imagining Tom’s mouth on my nether lips! And after he made me cum once or twice, he’d slide himself inside of me and we’d make love there beneath the moon and stars…

“Hi, Shaniyah.”

In my reverie, I hadn’t noticed Tom approaching me. There he was, with his white, winning smile and his perfect hair. He wore a light jacket and a dark, button down shirt—the perfect ensemble for this chilly late spring night.

“Oh, um, hi. Tom. I didn’t know you were coming tonight,” I said, trying to appear cute and coquettish, brushing a stray strand of hair behind my ear. Idiot, I thought immediately. Of course you know he was coming tonight—you invited him!

“Um, well, you did invite me…” he said, smiling shyly. Phew. He didn’t seem too weirded out by my stupidity.

“I got you a present,” he continued. “Can I give it to you?”

“Oh, yeah! Of course. That’s so sweet of you.”

“Um,” he said slowly, looking around a little nervously. “Can I give it to you somewhere more private?”

Callie shot me a look from across the room and I blushed.

“Yeah. That’d be… Awesome.”

He took me by the hand and we walked together, out of the barn, into the quiet fields surrounding my house. Once we were far enough from the barn that no one could see us, where the noise from the band and the party was just a dull rumble, he wrapped his hands around my waist.

“Happy birthday, Shaniyah Jefferson,” he whispered as he leaned in to kiss me. His kiss was hot and rough and tender at the same time and it drove me crazy. It quickly got sloppy but I didn’t mind. This was the exact kind of kiss I had fantasized about sharing with him, the kind of kiss I’d fantasized for months and months about.

His hands slid down to my ass and I yelped in pleasant delight as they found their way up under my dress, grabbing my thong-clad ass. He massaged it as we kissed, pulling me into him, driving the bulge in his pants into my crotch. I murmured in quiet pleasure as he rubbed himself against me.

“Why don’t you open your present now, Shaniyah?” he whispered.

An eager smile on my face, I couldn’t resist. I tore open the wrapping and then the box and there in my hands was… A video camera?

“What’s this for?” I asked in confusion. Suddenly, the two boys that Tom had arrived with stepped out of the corn rows, one on either side of me. They grabbed me by the arms and I yelped in surprise, dropping the camera. Tom skillfully caught it.

“Tom! What’s going on?!” I squealed.

“We’re going to make a little movie with you, Shaniyah,” he said huskily. My eyes were wide in terror as he slid his hands up under my dress again and pulled down my thong. He flicked the camera on and hiked up my dress.

“This, ladies and gentlemen, is previously uncharted territory… Shaniyah Jefferson’s cunt…” And now, he held the camera under my dress and spread my pussy lips apart.

“Tom, stop it! Stop it, please!” I whined, struggling against the boys holding my arms. One of them grabbed my hand and forced it down to his crotch. I realized that he had unzipped his pants at some point and my hand closed around his hard, meaty cock. I screamed and jabbed my fist into his crotch.

He let out a yell and punched me hard in the side. I went to my knees and tears began to fall from my eyes.

The other boy, the one I hadn’t punched, drew a gun from the back of his jeans and leveled it at my head. I’d never been so scared in my life. Tom glared at me as he unzipped his pants, the camera still pointed in my direction.

“Come on, Shaniyah. You’re not being a very good movie star.”

“Tom, stop it. Please. Please, don’t do this.”

“I know you want this, you slut. I see the way you look at me. Now, everyone in town is going to see what a fat, dumb cunt you are. I want to see you fucking degrade yourself. I want to see you suck my cock like you fantasized about…”

“No, Tom. Not here… Not like this…”

He grabbed my by the hair.

“Do it.”

I let out a sob and slowly, let my mouth fell open. I was terrified and I was prepared to give him whatever he wanted… Even if it disgusted me. Even it if made me want to throw up.

Suddenly, I was aware of a loud, low growling coming from the corn rows. Could it be?

Out of the rows burst Rogue, landing on top of Tom. His teeth were bared and he snarled something fierce, spit flying from his lips and landing on the prey below him.

“What the fuck?!” Tom screamed, struggling under Rogue’s weight. “Get this fucking beast off me!”

The boy with the gun took aim and fired twice into Rogue’s side, knocking him off Tom. I screamed—this really was the worst night of my life!

“Rogue, no!” He had just been trying to save me!

“Is that a fucking wolf?” Tom demanded of me but I was hysterical, sobbing, unable to look at the bloody, grey pile of fur that had once been Rogue.

“Why the fuck is there a wolf?” the boy with the gun wondered.

And then, something amazing happened. Rogue stood back up. Slowly, but surely, he stood. In the pale moonlight, I could see the wounds in his side start to disappear, the blood dry and fade.

Rogue growled, blood still dripping from his mouth. The boy with the gun took aim again and fired, the round crashing into Rogue. This time, the wolf didn’t even flinch. Instead, he began to—I guess the only way I could describe it is transform.

He began to grow tall and broad, like a human, a human man. He was naked and his fur fell away, revealing a handsome young man, a white man, his chest splattered with blood. He was totally naked, revealing a physically perfect male physique—he had the type of body that made underwear models and soap opera stars insecure, perfectly proportioned, his muscles flexed and tight under the stress of the situation. His hair was a little long, almost down to his shoulders. He was gorgeous.

“Rogue!” I screamed.

The boy with the gun screamed too and fired another two shots but Rogue was too fast. He ducked and dashed forward, tackling the boy and knocking him to the ground. He straddled the boy and laid into him: one, two, three punches and the boy was out.

Then, he turned on the other boy, the one still holding me, whose dick I had punched.

“Run, you fucker,” he growled. That’s all the boy needed: he took off through the cornrows, never to be seen again.

That left only Tom. Rogue rounded on his last enemy, his fingers outstretched and flexing as if he were already fantasizing about wrapping his fingers around Tom’s neck and squeezing till he popped.

“What are you?!” Tom screamed. He backed away from Rogue and tripped over something, falling to his ass and scrambling along the ground frantically.

“I’m the thing your mother warned you about,” Rogue growled. “I’m what goes bump in the night. I am a motherfucking werewolf.”

A stiff, bracing late spring wind blew across the fields in the wake of his revelation. I saw Rogue, outlined by the moon, standing over Tom’s trembling form.

“A what?” Tom breathed after a second, almost panting.

“Did I stutter?”

“What?”

“Did I stutter?”

“N-no!”

“Then,” Rogue asked, calmly but firmly, fire blazing in his eyes and his words. “What am I?”

“A… A werewolf?”

“Almost.”

“A motherfucking werewolf?”

“Bingo.”

And then, Rogue grabbed Tom around the throat and lifted him up into the air, squeezing hard. Tom grabbed at Rogue’s hand, tearing and scratching at his flesh but it was useless. Rogue squeezed until Tom passed out and then dropped him like a useless pile of bricks.

Now, finally, he turned to me. I knew, logically, that I should be scared, but honestly, I wasn’t. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. I can’t explain how I knew it but I was positive he wouldn’t hurt me in the slightest. I felt totally safe.

“Are you all right?” he asked me softly, coming towards me. He picked me up, his strong arms incredible gentle around me, and set me on my feet.

“I’m… I’m fine. Now,” I said. I leaned into his arms, inhaling his musky, masculine sweat—he smelled vaguely of wheat and corn and pine needles.

“Good,” he said, stroking my hair.

“Rogue… How? What?” I asked, looking up at him, having more questions that I could ever possibly ask him. He smiled at me as sweetly as he could.

“I… I am a werewolf, Shaniyah. I’ve always been one. Ever since I first met you.”

The Truth

“How is that possible?”

“I don’t really know myself. I… Where do I begin?”

He sighed, and placed his face in his hand before focusing on me. It was just then that I realized he was totally naked. I glanced down. And my god, he was packing.

“I was born in 1827. My family, we were settlers who arrived in this area from Boston. I was attacked by wolves when I was nineteen and my father took me to the old Lakota medicine man who lived on the outskirts of town. The only way he could save me was to turn me into what had attacked me… But I was an outcast once my family saw what I had become. And so, I’ve lived in the forests and the fields here ever since.”

“Rogue… How am I supposed to believe that?” I asked, my head feeling dizzy from the revelation.

“Shaniyah, how can you not believe that? You just saw me transform.”

“So, you’ve been… A person… This entire time? You slept in my bed. You watched me change. You’ve watched me grow up.”

He nodded. “That’s right. But the truth is, Shaniyah… I’ve loved you ever since I saw you in this very field, in this very spot, on that night all those years ago.”

My heart just about stopped. I looked around. Yes, he was right—it was this very spot!

“Rogue… No… It can’t be…”

“But Shaniyah, it is. It was this spot. And you’ve been all I could think about ever since.”

I couldn’t believe it. I just couldn’t. How could this be my dog, my wolfdog Rogue? Tears started to drip out of my eyes. Rogue wrapped his strong arms around me.

“Shaniyah, Shaniyah, Shaniyah… I know… I’m sorry. I didn’t know how I could tell you. I wanted to be near you. To protect you. That’s why I said nothing.”

“But… You could have let me know… Once I was old enough to understand.”

Rogue shook his head.

“It’s not that simple. I… Shaniyah, I don’t age. I look the same as I did when I almost died and when my father took me to the Lakota medicine man. Do you know how difficult it is to build a relationship when you live forever, when you never age? I couldn’t take it, Shaniyah. I couldn’t deal with seeing you grow old and die without me.”

“Rogue, what do you want me to say? What do you want me to do?”

He shrugged and gave me a smile, a simmering, shimmering smile that sent shivers through my body.

“Let me come with you to college,” he whispered. “I can’t stand it any more. I need to be with you. I’ll come with you to college. I’ll live around the campus, outside, running free, and I’ll come and share your bed whenever you’ll have me.”

Share my bed. What did that mean? Rogue had always shared my bed… Most mornings, he’d come in around five or so, curl up next to me with his head on my chest, snoring softly, and when I finally awoke, I’d have to ease my way out from under his snout so I didn’t wake him.

Or did he mean… Like
that
? Like what I was going to do with Tom, at least until our evening got derailed…

“This is too much, Rogue… I can’t… I can’t…”

And with that, I dashed off, tears dripping out of my eyes as I charged through the corn rows. As I came to the bar, I took pause. I dried my eyes and did what I could to pretty myself up. I didn’t know what was going on. I was a mess.

As I came back into the party, I realized that hardly anyone had noticed I was gone. So much the better.

“So, what happened with Tom?” Callie asked, all smiles and grins.

“He… His present was pretty stupid,” I said with a shrug. “I don’t know. I’m just not that into him anymore. He’s not that interesting.”

“Really? You were so hung up on him for, like, the past six months.”

I shrugged again. “I think there’s a new guy I like.”

“A new guy? Who? Is he here?”

I paused. I hesitated.

“He was…. He was here. But now… I don’t know where he is. I hope he’s coming back.”

Callie giggled. “Let me know when he gets here! I need to meet this guy and make sure I approve of him!”

I rolled my eyes. “Sure thing.”

The party continued and I tried to have fun. Still, I couldn’t help but think of Rogue, alone in the fields, wandering about and wondering where I had gone, wondering if he would have a home to go back to. Missing me. But what else could I have said? What else could I have done?

“Oh my god,” Callie whispered suddenly as I drowned my sorrows in the lightly spiked punch my parents had looked the other way on having at the party. “Who’s that?”

I turned around and there, there was Rogue. Only he wasn’t naked this time—thank god! Somehow, he had gotten hold of a suit, an incredible, dark mauve suit, with a plaid shirt underneath and a dark, navy blue tie. His hair hung down to his shoulders and it was clear that he had made an attempt to comb it, though not very well. He radiated power, sex, masculinity and desire.

“I’d love to get a piece of that,” Callie breathed. Other girls had noticed Rogue too and were turning to look at him shyly as he strode through the party. “How do I look?”

“Fine. But he’s already taken.”

“What? Wait, him? Is it him?” Callie asked, her mouth dropping wide open. I nodded silently and left my glass of punch on the long table with all the food before going up to the newly arrived guest.

“I’m sorry I came,” Rogue said and he hung his head. “I just couldn’t stay away from you. Forgive me?”

“Yes, of course,” I said, standing up on my tip-toes to kiss him. We shared a kiss, a long, slow, deep passionate one, as he wrapped his arms around my waist and held me tight. I melted into him as we embraced, warmth tingling through my limbs as I draped myself over him.

The band struck up a slow love song and couples began to pair off to dance.

“May I have—“

“Yes,” I said with a grin, looking up at his shy, handsome face. “Yes, a thousand times, yes.”

He held me around the waist and I wrapped my arms around his neck and we swayed to the music, drifting through the barn as if we were on a cloud.

“This is like a fantasy,” I whispered. “It’s like a dream.”

“I know. I keep worrying that I’m going to wake up and it’ll all have been a dream.”

“Don’t worry. It’s no dream,” I said, and kissing him again. He had a thin layer of stubble dotting his face. “Where did you get the suit?”

“I have clothes,” he said with a mysterious smile. “Things I’ve collected over the years. I have some money that I make doing odd jobs. I bought this suit especially for your party.”

“Were you planning on arriving? Even before… Before the thing with Tom?” Rogue’s eyes darkened at the mention of Tom’s name.

“I… I had thought about it. If I got up the courage to. I’d arrive and dance with you and then maybe disappear. Never to be seen again.”

I leaned my head into his chest, his broad, strong chest. I could feel his heart beating, I could hear its slow, steady pounding. It was a seductive drum, one which drew me into its dreamy embrace, pounding out the beat of our passion, driving me further into his arms…

“That would have been mean.”

“I know. But it seemed like the only way. The only way I could… Be with you. See you. If only for a little bit.”

“I know. It’s okay.”

“Shaniyah, I—“

I placed the tip of my index finger on his soft lips.

“No. Don’t speak,” I whispered. “Just… Breathe.”

He leaned into me as we swayed to the music, his grip around my waist tightening. I breathed in his scent, the scent of the wild, of the outdoors, of freedom. His body fest so powerful, holding me tight, like he could pick me up and whisk me away easily, like we could disappear from this world and no one would ever be able to find us. We could start over, together, living in this dream fantasy for the rest of our lives and no one would bother us.

Finally, the song ended. We broke apart slowly, reluctantly, my hands still in his.

“Come out to the fields with me,” he whispered.

“What if everyone wonders where we went?”

“Let them wonder.”

I smiled. “Okay.”

He squeezed my hands tight and led me out of the barn. Callie caught my eye as we left and gave me a thumbs up, a big, smile on her face. I could tell she was jealous. I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything except Rogue.

~

We walked for a few minutes in silence, picking our way through the wheat fields, away from the barn, away from the party, the noise from the celebration fading much as it had before. This was the second time in one night that a boy had led me out of the party—maybe I hadn’t learned my lesson yet? Nonetheless, I knew this was different. I knew there was nothing he would do to hurt me. I knew there was nothing Rogue
could
do to hurt me.

“Here,” Rogue said suddenly as we stopped somewhere, where we were in full sight of the beautiful, pale-bright moon, glowing perfectly white in the late-spring night air. He was illuminated and gorgeous under the moon and he sloughed off his jacket, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the top few buttons of his shirt.

“I’m not really the jacket and tie type,” he said with a smile which was simultaneously wolfish and sheepish. And cute. Super cute.

“That’s okay. You can be that type sometimes.”

“Anything for you,” he said, sliding his hands around my waist and dropping them down to my ass, giving me a firm squeeze.

“So, you’ve been seeing me naked for years,” I said coyly. “Why didn’t you try anything sooner?”

“I didn’t want to hurt you,” he said simply, with a shrug.

He unzipped my dress and I slid it down off my body, letting it pool around my ankles. I reached around behind me to undo my bra and let that fall to the ground, revealing my full, heaving breasts. I saw the hunger in Rogue’s eyes and he lowered his mouth, capturing one of my hard nipples in between his lips. I gasped as I felt his mouth on my tender flesh and I pressed my chest forward, running my fingers through his hair, which simultaneously managed to be soft and coarse at the same time.

“You could never do anything to hurt me, Rogue,” I whispered as he suckled my nipple. He dropped a hand between my legs, rubbing my naked crotch—did I mention that I had never put my underwear back on after the incident with Tom? It just hadn’t seemed important then and I was glad I hadn’t now, as Rogue’s eager fingers explored my nether regions.

“You have no idea… I’ve been craving this for years. I’ve watched you grow up and I’ve been desiring you this entire time. And now, you’re finally mine.”

I realized he was right—on some level, now, I felt it—I was his. He suckled my other nipple, his hot, wet tongue twirling around my hard, nubbed flesh and I sighed in delight. His fingers turned wet as my pussy leaked onto his digits, their teasing never letting up. He would come dangerously close to my clit but never touch it, only increasing my desire and my frustration.

I wanted it. I wanted to feel him inside of me. I spread my legs for him and he took the hint, sliding one of his fingers deep inside of me. I whimpered and closed my eyes—it was incredible! So much better than my own fingers. His hands were big, strong, and I groaned in delight as touched me.

“Rogue… Rogue… Please…”

“Please what?” he asked playfully, still lapping at my nipples.