Doug Protects His Household

Doug awoke once more, naked with a raging erection on the living room floor.

He would've been mortified if any of the girls had been home, he was thankful for their religious retreat as he stepped through the strangely silent house for a second day, entering his room, and donning some clothes for work.

Heading downstairs he paused for a moment to look at the back patio. Opening the door he stepped out and picked up a small strangely curved shard. Gazing at it he almost thought of plaster being used to make a mold of someone, although this was more akin to clay.

He tried to think that there was something strange about it. Simply sweeping it up and throwing it in the garbage.

Unaware of his now nightly transgressions of his faith.

The day seemed to fly by, he dismissed offhand remarks of why Kathy's wedding was cancelled. It was preposterous for one of his daughter to cravenly suck off someone, especially when betrothed. Not to mention with her sister, and on camera?

Settling down on the couch that evening as the dark of night grew deeper he felt his eyelids grow heavy.

As he seemed to sleep his body seemed to start breathing heavier, his arms limply creeped across him, undoing buttons, unclipping belts, shuffling off the skin of his innocent form. As the last clothes became discard his eyes snapped open, glowing yellow cat like orbs scanning the room as he stood on all fours in lemur like fashion, and walked to the back door.

Scanning the neighbours windows he slipped out into the night. His body proportion distorting, muscle bulking almost grotesquely, his feet extending in digitrade fashion ending in extended clawed toes. His hands doubled in size, rounded finger tips narrowing to points as his ears grew pointed, reaching wide of his head almost as if they were those of a fennec fox.

As his skin darkenned to a midnight blue he felt his wings begin reaching forth from his shoulders, his form effortlessly scaling up between his house and his neighbours as a tail extended from his posterior.

Growling the gargoyle stretched and spied the view as it crept low along the surface of the roof.

It reviewed Doug's experiences during the day in its head, unwilling to consider itself the same being as the devout man from which it emerged.

Each night seemed to pass quietly, the few temptations to frivolously reveal itself curtailed by passing cars, or too many people to take care of at once.

Watching several teens walking down the street his ears pivoted, tuning in to the distant conversation.

His cock throbbed with desire, hungering ever more as he listened to the girl whine to her friends about her boyfriend cheating on her with some slut.

Her friend did little more than offer affirmation of the whines looking consistently back and forth as they wandered the quieting residential street.

The beast hungered, it knew its task. Born of the most golden intentions of protecting Doug’s family, twisted to the darkest depth such intentions could lead. But knowing that it could be a while before they came to liberate it of Doug the beast considered how to relieve its tensions.

Staring at the girls it sorted through anything familiar about them, looking for some detail to hook into and use.

Creeping across roof tops it paused periodically to gaze back, feeling a growing concern at wandering so far from the sacred pool.

Finally they turned up a driveway to a house. It was almost 8 houses away, the creature frequently drawn to gaze back feeling growing insecurity at having wandered so far. Pausing he could hear the girls saying good night.

Stalking one girl as she returned the way she came, the creature carefully contemplated its course of action.