Burglary.

Becky had watched the two-story house for an hour; the place was dark with no signs of movement. She knew from casing it that the occupants were a husband and wife, both of whom would be sound asleep by now. He was in the doghouse for something, but having him asleep in another room shouldn't be too big a problem.

Becky was a burglar; her specialty was going in second-floor windows and coming out with jewelry she could fence. She was just eighteen, skinny and blonde, with the only real bulge in her shape being a pair of b-cups. She broke into houses to feed her supplier, who in turn fed her habit. To her it was a damn sight better than turning tricks.

She crept along the roof of the garage to the place where a tree mostly blocked the view from the street. The window was still open; these two must be idiots. She deftly removed the screen and climed in.

A man was lying on top of the covers tossing and turning. The rising moon shed enough light for her to see his naked body, thinnish but attractive with an erection held in place by a cock ring. Didn't he know you weren't supposed to sleep with those on? She watched for a moment to make sure he was asleep. Finally she took a step.

"Sarah? I don't feel so good."

Crap! She froze.

John waited for his wife to say something; he could see a shadow in the room, and who else could it be? He felt a bit light-headed and hoped she was at least partly over her disgust at his new accessory. Now she was just standing like a statue, barely breathing and exuding the smell of fear.

In the semi-light her eyes played tricks on her. Was his dong... growing? A moment later she was sure; it was growing, and getting hairier by the moment. Becky watched while the weed of a man grew into a large muscular werewolf. "Fuck of a flashback," she thought to herself. And then he lunged.

John snapped fully awake; there was a female in the room. It wasn't his mate, but he didn't care. He jumped for her, claws out. The cloth covering what he wanted tore away easily. His eager tongue found the girl's pussy and she fell, knocking her head on the bedside table.

Becky was stunned, first by what she'd seen and second by the blow to the back of her head. Rather than eating her the monster was – well – eating her. She'd been caught before, and **** a couple of times, but her captors had always been human. She had no idea what to do under the **** of his tongue, but she had a feeling screaming would be bad. And the worst of it was that her traitor cunny was lubing itself.

The monster looked up from his meal and met her deer-in-the-headlight eyes. He lunged towrd her, grabbing her black tee and shredding it with his jaws. His long tongue slurped at between her breasts and she felt a pressure on her vagina...