Set a trap and bring him back

"We have to bring him back," Nicole stated, taking control of the situation again whilst still kneeling on the bathroom tile.

"You want to bring him back here? After he tried to eat you?" John asked, incredulous. He must have sounded angrier than he was, because Nicole flushed red at his words and hurriedly glanced away.

"I. . . I don't think he was trying to eat me like that," she stuttered, shuffling nervously on her knees.

Looking at her, still pitifully on the floor after her dangerous brush with Matt, John felt terrible for raising his voice at her. The situation was clearly still effecting her, made all the more obvious by the way she held her arms close across her chest. John realized that he should be helping her, not arguing with her right now.

"Sorry, Nicole, I didn't mean to shout," he said, offering a hand towards her, "come on, let me help you up?"

Nicole's eyes went wide at his outstretched hand, and she covered her chest more defensively with both hands while a blush filled her cheeks. "Oh that's okay," she waved him off quickly, "I-I don't know if my legs could hold me right now."

That just made John feel worse. She must have been so absolutely traumatized from her near-eating encounter that just John looming over her was enough to upset her again. Stepping back carefully, John attempted another tact to make her feel better.

"So, what do you we think should do, Nicole?" He asked, pushing aside his concerns with what she was suggesting for her sake. He knew Nicole loved making plans, so he hoped the opportunity to do so now would cheer her up. Happily for him, it seemed to work.

"Ok," Nicole smiled weakly, "since we can't let Matt rampage out of control all night, I think we have to bring him back here somehow, so we can control him. Do you have somewhere safe we could lock him in, Sarah? Like a garage or a sturdy shed?"

The pretty redhead looked surprised by the question, and she rubbed her arms up and down Nicole's shoulders as she thought, still embracing the much shorter girl. For a second, John thought she was going to go back to miming her answers again, but fortunately for them all, her curse seemed to be broken.

"We could put him in the basement," she said eventually, "the walls are all solid, and the windows are tiny so he probably couldn't squeeze out of those." Lack of use all night had made her voice extra breathy, like Jessica Rabbit. That voice, combined with her crimson hair and full bust, would have made for another excellent costume for her, but next year's costume was the least important thing right now.

Tom spoke again, the voice of a naysayer. "How are we gonna get him in there?" He asked. "I doubt he'd go in just cause we asked him nicely, even if we could drag him back here somehow."

"We just need something he wants," Nicole muttered rubbing the side of her neck with one hand whilst the other stayed strapped across her chest. Maybe her dress had come a little loose in the scuffle, so that was why she stayed sat down while tugging at the low neckline. That would also explain why John could swear he could see his friend's nipples poking through the tight material.

"What does a werewolf want?" Miranda asked, fidgeting with her tail again as she looked down at Nicole.

The tiny blonde rubbed her neck, staring down at the grey bathroom floor tiles, seemingly deep in thought.

"How about meat?" John ventured, staking a guess on the sort of thing werewolves seemed to want in movies. "He's a wolf and wolves like meat. Do you have any raw meat, Sarah?" He asked the party host, but before she could answer, Nicole interrupted.

"I don't think he wants that type of raw," Nicole muttered, not meeting anyone's eyes.

Everyone turned to look at her again, as she blushed bright red and wished to sink into the floor.

"Whaddya mean?" Tom asked.

"You mean like, fresh meat?" John cocked an eyebrow.

"I think what he wants, he wants fresh. . . and hot. . . and wet," Nicole said quietly, nearly covering her face with her hands as she spoke.

Before John could ask her what she meant, another howl echoed through the black woods, a little closer this time.

"Is Matt coming back?" Miranda asked, as she and Tom stepped towards the window again. For a second, John had a terrifying vision of a now fully transformed Matt crawling back through the window, forcing a hulking mass of muscle, teeth, and claws back into the bathroom to finish what he had started

"No, I think he's just lost," Tom replied, watching a haphazard trail of fleeing birds emerge from the trees in a zigzag pattern from left to right.

Luckily, werewolf Matt seemed to have the same poor sense of direction as human Matt, leading to him wandering lost in the forest on the outskirts of Sarah's garden.

"He hasn’t gotten far yet," Tom sighed, "but if we're gonna do something then we need to do it before he does."

In desperation, John turned back to the only person in the room who seemed to have a clue about what a wereMatt might want. "What were you saying, Nicole?" He asked, squatting down to be on her level. "Hot and fresh, what? Like, hot food or something? Or something alive?"

"He's not hungry," Nicole sighed. Despite John's best efforts to make himself less intimidating, he seemed to have upset Nicole once more, as she blushed and looked away from him again. "He's got another basic instinct that he wants to satisfy."

"Nicole, you're speaking in riddles, what do you mean?" John asked as softly as he could, trying not to let his frustration show.

Burying her face in her hands, Nicole sighed deeply, before raising her head and taking in a deep breath. With her eyes still closed, she began to speak. "John, those are my panties over there," Nicole pointed to a crumpled pile of black silk on the bathroom tile near the sink, "what do you think Matt was trying to get at when he ripped those off me?"

"He. . . wanted to eat your rump?"

"John, don't be dense," Sarah huffed, hugging Nicole more tightly again, "Matt wants to fuck, like every other man and dog in the world."

Those crude words made Nicole cringe again, but she didn't disagree. It seemed Sarah had hit the nail on the head.

Looking at his innocent friend, awkwardly blushing on the floor as she spoke about his other friend trying to fuck her, John's mind seemed to grind to a halt. It was a few seconds before he could speak again, and when he did, he tried to disprove what he had just heard.

"How can you be sure?" He asked, clutching at straws to make the already crazy situation less insane.

"Didn't you see his. . . his boner?" Nicole asked, making Tom and Miranda snort like schoolchildren.

"No, I was a little distracted by the 6 inch knife claws at the time," John snapped , temper flaring at hearing an immature word like boner in a situation like this.

"That's funny, since he had a 12 inch. . ." Nicole prepared to fire sassily back, only to catch herself at the last minute.

"I know he had an erection because he practically stabbed me in the ass with it," she explained, casting her mind back to that big appendage throbbing against her backside. It was like someone had rested a baseball bat on her butt, except she wasn't even sure if she could get two hands around it's girth.

"And then there was the way he grabbed me," Nicole pulled down the hem of her dress as she spoke, remembering how he grabbed her ass like he was renting it, squeezing her cheek with his big, strong, hand and pulling her cute Tinkerbell dress out of place. Her poor innocent fairy had so nearly been at the mercy of Matt's big, bad, wolf, that just thinking about it gave her goosebumps.

"And how he licked my neck," she practically moaned, recalling how long and skilled his tongue had felt, and imagining how good it might have felt licking somewhere else. If it could wrap so sensually around her earlobe, then she knew of another erogenous zone she had where it would have felt so much better.

How casual Nicole was being about this was making it really difficult for John's mind to compute. He would have expected her to be upset that a monster had tried to ravage her, instead she was recalling the story with a smirk and blush like she was talking about a hot guy kissing her at the club.

"So yeah," Nicole finished her lurid explanation, "I think I know exactly what Matt was after."

"So, Matt wants some pussy," Tom stated simply, "I guess that makes finding bait easier."

John expected Nicole, or even Miranda or Sarah, to object to his crude assessment. When none of them did, he glanced around the room to see the three of them nodding contemplatively or not reacting at all.

"Wait, wait, wait, you can't be serious," he said, whipping his head around from one nonreactive face to the next. "We can't use one of you as human bait for Matt!"

"It's the only way to bring Matt back," Sarah shrugged.

"Besides, it's not like anything would happen. We would just tease him into Sarah's basement, and then lock him down there alone until he turns back to normal," Nicole added.

"I think we don't really have any other choice," John's crush muttered, looking deathly serious beneath her cat ear headband and whiskers face paint.

"But, I-" John tried to keep arguing, only for Nicole to cut him off.

"This isn't up to you, John," she said as she shakily stood up, "It's up to us girls. It's our choice to make."

John was quiet after that, his cheeks red and stinging from his scolding. That was the sort of comment Nicole usually used on Tom, being on the receiving end of it combined with a frown from Nicole was even less pleasant than John would have expected. Tom smirked at him being put in his place, adding insult to injury, as John petulantly turned away and fiddled with his cloak again.

Finally back on her feet, with Sarah's help, Nicole turned to her female compatriots.

"So, which one of us is it gonna be?"

Sarah presented her argument first. "Well it's my house and my basement," she said, "so I know my way around them both the best. The last thing we want is to trick Matt into the basement and then trip up on the way out." It was a good point and simply put, so much so that John found his head nodding despite having been **** to silence. There were still two other candidates for bait, of course.

Clearing her throat, like she was about to present in class, Nicole went next. "I think I should do it, this is all my fault."

"It's not your fault babe, how could it be?" Sarah consoled her, reaching over and rubbing her upper arm warmly.

"Actually, earlier when he was y'know, all over me, I didn't exactly tell him no. Besides, he said I. . . I smell really good so, maybe that could bring him back, I guess." Her point trailed off in embarrassment towards the end, but she did have one solid point. If Matt wanted her before, it stood to reason that he'd still want her now.

With the other girl's having presented their cases, all eyes fell to Miranda.

"What are you looking at me for?" she asked, folding her arms over her leotard. "Why should I be wolfbait? There's no reason that would make me better at it than either of you two."

"Actually, I can think of one," Sarah smiled, "you're the tallest. If we have to run, you've got the longest stride."

"And you're the most athletic," Nicole added with a small smirk of her own, "so you can run further and maybe even climb the stairs from the basement faster."

"And all those pole dancing lessons have made you extra flexible and agile," Sarah said, her mischievous smile growing as she "accidentally" shared one of her friend's secrets.

"Pole dancing lessons?!" John interrupted, breaking his imposed silence in shock. The image of his crush wrapping one long leg around a gleaming stripper pole and leaning back to flaunt her perfect figure, all while still wearing her sexy leotard and cat ears, made John's pole stiffen in his pants.

"It's not a sex thing!" Miranda cried like she could read his mind. "It's just a fun way to stay in shape!"
Her nostrils flared as she stomped her foot petulantly, but based on all the doubtful stares she was on the receiving end of, it didn't seem like anyone believed her.

"Okay, fine. I'm the fittest," she huffed, eager to change the subject," that doesn't mean I'd be the best cocktease for a werewolf."

"If we put it on loudspeaker that you're poledancing in the basement, I'm sure Matt would come racing back," Tom laughed, and for once John had to agree

"Hey, I thought it was time for just women talking?" Miranda told him off, a blush tinging her cheeks beneath her painted on whiskers. Unlike John, who had been embarrassed by his reprimanding, Tom barely cared.

"Fine, just hurry up and decide before Matt goes somewhere else looking to get laid," he shrugged, before shutting his mouth again.

He certainly had a point, if they wanted to catch Matt before he did anything regrettable, they would have to decide. Soon.

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