File #2 - The Werewolf Among Us (Route 1)

Author's note:

Game mode is (again) highly recommended since File #2 (is expected to) has a feature that focus on resource management.

Months have passed since the destruction of Owl City and your returning from Vatican. You and Fran have moved to the other city on the west coast called Dove's Spring, and started anew. You reopened your private detective agency here while Fran, after receiving some help from her parents, planned to set up her own bar around the most bustling area.

Your career and your life were finally going to get on the right track this time, you believed. A few months were enough for you to put all the vampire or supernatural shit behind you. Almost.

The phone rang at dusk on May 27th. It's just a regular day. There weren't any customers in the office at this time, and Fran was reading a book in the sofa across the room, so you picked it up casually.

"Hello, Wilson here." You smiled.

"Hi, James... We, uh, we haven't been in touch for a long time, have we?" A shaking voice of a middle-age man came in. It sounded familiar, but you couldn't remember who it was.

"It's Leonard. Leonard Smith." The man continued and spared you from the embarrassment.

"Ah! Mr. Smith! It's good to hear from you." You replied joyfully. Leonard was a rich man who owned most of the mining business in a remote town in the east of Oregon called Howland Town. You met this millionaire during a trip to Europe a few years ago. You exchanged contact information, but your paths hardly crossed after that. Until now.

"I need your help, James. Seriously." He sounded a bit nervous as his voice trembled, "My daughter, Shannon... She's been missing for two days..."

"What? Have you called the police?" You're shocked. Your sudden reaction startled Fran as she put down the book and looked at your curiously.

"I have, but they're useless. God, I think she's been kidnapped." Leonard's voice became deeper and lower, as if he was trying his best to stay calm, "Look, James. You're my only hope now. I need you to come and find out what happened to her. I'll meet you in my mansion tomorrow."

"Well, I..." Before you could finish your sentence, you received a message on your cellphone. You looked it up and found out that Leonard has paid you ten thousand dollars as advance payment. Well, there was no reason to decline now. After all, you needed this money during the initial stage of your career.

"I'll be there on time, Mr. Smith. You can count on me." You took the case without hesitation.

"Thank you, James." Leonard hung up the phone right afterwards.

"New case?" Fran came to your side and gave your shoulders a gentle massage, just like she always did.

"Yeah. I need to go to this Howland Town tomorrow. It's a long trip. I'd better take the flight tomorrow morning." You looked up at her with a smile, "You coming with me?"

"I'd love to, but I'm going to sign the contract with my bar's landlord tomorrow morning." Fran leaned over and kissed your forehead, "I'll set off tomorrow afternoon. Don't do anything stupid when I'm not around, okay?"

"I'll be fine." You smirked with confidence.

May 28th, 2010. It was a humid day in the late spring.

You stepped out of the bus with your suitcase and took a deep breath of the fresh air in this remote town. An unexpected bitterness, mixed in the delicate fragrance of flowers, caught you off guard and made you cough violently.

"Hell... What was that..." You cleared your throat with a sip of water from your bottle. It had only been half a day, and you were already missing your city. Facing the setting sun, you smiled and breathed carefully before heading into the small town.

Howland Town was renowned for its abundant moonstone deposits. Along the road, dozens of handicraft stores were offering a wide variety of beautiful jewelry, but you didn't have the luxury of time to shop.

You arrived at the hotel just before night fell.

"Oh, Mr. Wilson! You're most welcome!" The male receptionist greeted you with a gentle smile, "May I take your suitcase?"

"Thanks." You nodded and followed him, "How do you know I'm coming?"

"Mr. Smith has booked a room for you and arranged the transport, too. You may go to the parking lot through the back door. There's a white Sentinel. Mr. Smith said that you'll love it." The receptionist pointed the direction and handed you the room keys and car keys, "Your room is on the third floor, 306."

It was a cozy and inviting double bedroom, filled with soft light and decorated in warm tones that made it feel like home. The perfect-size bed stood in the middle of the room with fluffy pillows piled high. A small, round table with two comfortable armchairs was placed near the large window, offering a great spot to enjoy the view outside while sipping a cup of coffee with Fran.

I wish she could come sooner. You imagined the scene with a comforting smile before you went on.

The walls were adorned with beautiful landscape paintings that added a touch of tranquility to the room. You noticed that some of them featured a pack of gray wolves hunting in the woods. You don't see these everyday, you thought.

Overall, the room was a haven of comfort and luxury, a perfect place to unwind after a long day of travel. You couldn't help but smile as you realized how thoughtful Mr. Smith had been in arranging such a wonderful accommodation.

After unpacking your belongings and ensuring everything was in its proper place, you gathered the items you needed for the upcoming job and headed to the parking lot, where the car was waiting.

It is a nice car, you placed your hands on the steering wheel and enjoyed how tender and soft the seat was. Well, time to go now, you smiled.

The engine hummed as the Sentinel rushed out of the parking lot and headed north along the road. On your way to the Smith Mansion, the cool breeze on this cloudless night allowed you to recollect your thoughts. Just another usual job, you thought as you drove into the forest at the foot of the mountain.

You already felt a bit uneasy at night due to that terrifying experience you had last year, and the rustlings surrounding you in this dark forest only made it worse. You pressed harder on the gas pedal and hoped that you could reach the mansion sooner.

Fuck, is that... But fortune didn't favor you tonight. You almost cursed aloud when you saw the road ahead has been blocked by a huge fallen tree trunk.

You stopped the car and got out to assess the situation. There wasn't enough room for the car to get around, and clearly there was no way for you to move the trunk. So, if you wished to reach the mansion on time, you would have to proceed on foot.

"This might be my worst nightmare..." You laughed at yourself, shaking, as you circled around the trunk and walked along the road, further into the dark forest.

A few minutes later you could see the light coming from the end of the road, which meant that you're not far away. You sighed a breath of relief and quickened your pace.

It was at this moment that you heard a frightening howl, echoing behind the trees and leaves. Instinctively, you turned towards where the sound came from with your heart pounding terribly.

What was that? You stared at the darkness.

Before you knew it, a monstrous shadow quickly emerged from the woods and crashed into you. A pair of yellow eyes was all you saw before your body spun a few rounds in the air and hit the dirt.

In a daze, you endured the pain and struggled to get up, but you were immediately pinned on the ground. You realized that a giant creature was crawling on top of you with its claws holding your shoulders tightly.

You opened your eyes and looked up in fear, and through your eyes fear engraved itself into your soul.

It was a black, furry monster, almost seven feet tall and twice the size of you. The shape of its head resembled a wolf's, with pointy ears and a wet nose. It curled up its salivating mouth to a strange smile and showed its sharp fangs. There were a pair of pink tits on its chest, big enough to indicate that it was a female. It was staring at you still, curiously, with its yellow eyes, which contained a wild sensation of hunger and lust. Its gaze strangely woke up the little member between your thighs and brought your racing mind back into the reality along with a terrifying word.

Werewolf.

"No! Let go of me!"

You pushed and hit it, screaming, but it's too strong and heavy for you to move. The bright lights in its eyes seemed to be alluring, as the longer you stared at them, the less you wanted to resist. This fluffy beast got closer to take a smell of you, and you felt the urge to caress its cheek. Its body was so warm and its fur was so soft that you would like to stay this way all the time. Maybe there were warmer parts of its body that I could explore...

No! You shook your head and tried to clear your mind. You knew it was wrong. You can't go on like this. You needed to fight back! In desperation you looked around for anything that could be of use, and you noticed a piece of rock, lying on the ground within your reach. It was sharp and solid. You held your breath to gather your strength, grabbed it and struck the werewolf with it.

It worked, more or less, as the rock cut through the fur on its left thigh and made the werewolf bleed.

The creature howled furiously, with its eyes ablaze, as it retaliated with a ferocious swipe. Its claw easily tore your shirt apart and left three terrible gashes across your chest. Through them, a burning sensation seeped into your body, roaring in your veins. You let out a scream of agony and nearly passed out. Losing all your strength, you were at the mercy of the werewolf, although you feared that it wouldn't have mercy on you. You took a deep breath, **** your eyes shut and waited for your inevitable ****.

It wasn't until the creature ripped your trousers apart that you realized what it was about to do. You looked at it, horrified, as it licked your erected manhood with its flexible, moist tongue. An electrifying sensation struck your body and you went numb, physically and mentally. You could feel nothing but the pleasure rushing through your spine.

Oh fuck... Yeah... Go on... Lacking the strength or will to protest, you watched it all happen and drowned yourself in this intoxicating sensation.

The werewolf retreated seconds later and grabbed your shoulders with its bloody claws, straddled you and slowly sat down on your erected member. There were lights of curiosity in its eyes that you had never seen before. As it continued, the fur of its lower part reached the tip of your member, stimulating you intensely with the sooth touch. You were never into furry things, not on this level, but what you're experiencing almost changed your mind. You rolled your eyes back into your head and panted softly, enjoying the blissful sensation.

The werewolf playfully writhed, teasing your dick with its pubic hair while widening its mouth in a haunting smile. You shivered beneath this beast, feeling the warmth in your body flowing from your limbs towards your stomach. Your manhood was harder than ever under the caress of the werewolf's fur, and the throbbing pain coming from it totally consumed your mind as you felt nothing from the wounds on your chest anymore.

The werewolf's yellow eyes gleamed with a feral hunger. Without warning, it slammed its weight onto you, penetrating itself with your erection. Your proud manhood fought its way through the bushes, found the exact entrance and drilled in. You screamed painfully at first, however, the tight tunnel was sucking your member deeper and deeper, and it felt so good and intoxicating that you began to moan aloud between heavy breaths.

As the werewolf leaned in and started the primal moves, an tempting aroma mixed with the scent of dirt and blood shrouded your mind and heightened every sensation of yours. Its fur brushed against your skin, sending waves of blissful pleasure through your body. Your shivering gasps rhymed with its joyful growls. You instinctively cradled its head and placed your other arm on its back, just like what you would've done with Fran. At that moment, you felt like the line between human and beast was blurred, that the two lustful beings intertwined in this passionate dance were essentially identical to each other.

You're reaching your climax as the flow of heat accumulating in your stomach was on the brink of eruption, but the beast was far from its. The werewolf rose up and down in a faster, more ferocious pace. It shook off your arms and growled at your face, showing its dissatisfaction. You gritted your teeth as your lust-blinded mind urged you to keep up and please it, and your body was being pushed to its limit. A limit that you knew was near, closer than you thought.

And eventually, with a final moan of bliss, the world around you collapsed as a hot stream rushed through your shaft, burst into the werewolf's cunt and filled its womb. You unloaded everything you had and your limbs got limp in mere seconds.

You were wrapped in a strange sensation of warmth, like bombs exploding in your veins, as your vision darkened. You didn't even have the energy to even think anymore. The unbearable pain across your body has convinced you that there weren't much left in you, that your life was fading away. Before you completely lost your consciousness, all you could hear was the frightening, hungry howl from the beast that just ravaged you.

And you thought this would be just another usual job. Getting fucked by a werewolf... It would be one hell of a story, should you survive the encounter.