Dreams of fur - chapter 7

I wake up screaming too. I try to breath but the fur is all over my face, around my neck, strangling me. I finally manage to push it away. I'm naked on all four when the door of my room bursts open. It's aunt Sandy, she looks really preoccupied. I cover myself with the coat.

"Erin! Erin what the fuck?"

"I'm sorry, I had a bad dream."

"It must have been a terrible dream... Wait a second. What is that you're holding?"

She walks towards me furious.

"You little thief!" she spits.

The pelt is moving against my skin. I can feel it taking over.

"Samuel!" the old hag screams, "SAMUEL!"

Wrapped in the coat, I'm already behind her. I **** her to turn around. My eyes are now deeply buried into hers; my hands are over her face, holding her head as if I was to snap it.

"You have seen nothing," I whisper in anger, "there's nothing wrong with me having this pelt. But you won't say a word about it to anyone. You hear me old bitch? Not a word to anyone!"

Her features have lost all anger, she's blank. She tilts her head, smiles and walks away. I close the door behind her.

What was that? I seat on the edge of the bed. I stay there totally still for a long while.

Finally, as the sun rises and the birds start to sing behind the closed curtains of my room, I stand and go take a shower. The cold and sticky sweat washes away with the hot water. A new bite mark has appeared on my pelvis. Just like in my dream. I feel tired and horny at the same time. I feel so thirsty too. I won't be going to work today I know that.

There's no one home. I randomly roam my uncle's property. I try the pool but the bright sun bothers me. I go back in and try absolutely all the drinks I can find in the fridge in a **** attempt to quench my thirst.

I know perfectly well what I actually need but I can't decide myself to face the fact. I go back to my room and browse the internet, watch some TV. The day passes very slowly.

Around five, my cousin comes back. She must have covered for me this morning.

Around six, she finds me in my room sitting in the dark.

"Erin?" she asks, "are you all right?"

She sounds genuinely preoccupied. That's odd. We've never been the best of friends, too different, too far away, me, the sophisticated New Yorker and her, the superficial Californian bimbo.

I know that we're falling in stereotypes here as I'm not sophisticated at all and she's not a... well no actually she's a bimbo. Totally. But that's not the point.

It's also pretty strange because despite the thick darkness I can perfectly see her features. I can see her perfect figure formed by years of training as her school head cheerleader. I can see her strong and firm tits, her luscious lips, her long blonde hair; I can see the edge of her neck.

I should be scared as the thing in the pelt is changing me but I'm not. I'm horny, thirsty and extremely tired. The curves of Mindy are calling out to me. I want to lay down by her side and comb her hair, just like in my dream. I want to possess her and I want to **** her.

"No, Mindy, I'm not all right," I answer in a hoarse voice," I need you to go away."

She closes the door. She didn't look angry, she seemed extremely preoccupied.

I go back to my dark thoughts knowing perfectly that as soon as the sun sets the pelt will call for me and claim me. I don't care, I'm actually eager for all this to finish.

Around seven a car stops in front of the garage. The pelt feels so good on my shoulders.

Around eight, someone cooks a dinner.

Around nine, I finally fall asleep.