Board Thread:What Would You Do?/@comment-28718853-20190213193804/@comment-36855838-20190220170401

"Well, hello there~"

I slam the door as fast as possible.

"Wha-"

I look again at my bed, my eyes transfixed, and as I spend precious moments wondering whether I have something capable of filing her claws and teeth, or whether that's even how it spreads-

"You have heard of us werewolves, right?"

She walked right up to me, and started hugging me.

She's statuesque, about 7 feet tall, and has the awesome muscles to match.

"Are you alright, little guy?"

She puuls me in a bit tighter, and as I resolve to stop giving people bearhugs out of sympathy, I am forced to notice that she has also been blessed with ample curves.

"Uhh," ''shit. . . Damage control, damage control!''

"Yes, I'm okay, just, please lay down on the bed, and uhm, wait for me, I'll be right back, I promise!"

I walk slowly downstairs and to the front library, a small affair which holds one of our house computers, I flip open the werewolf profile, so I can mount a half-decent defense.

"-they sometimes attack and bite human women. Woman bitten by them are influenced by Demonic energy through the opening in the wound and they end up turning into a werewolf just like them. Women who change from human to werewolf tend to be much more docile than those who were werewolves from the beginning. Since they recognize their own family and lover as pack members and master, it’s possible for them to keep living like that."

Okay, so maybe not that urge-

"-if there are other women in their family, they will try to bite them and change them into werewolves,"

"Shit."

Okay, file her teeth down, possibly have them removed and feed her meat smoothies the rest of her life, just keep her away from-

The garage begins to rise, the noise spreading through the house, I rush to my bedroom, and there's the werewolf, somehow dutifully planted in place.

"No biting."

She looks at me as if I've sprouted twelve heads.

"What?"

Her voice has grown much deeper, and somewhat breathier, enticing, beckoning.

"No biting anybody, that makes more werewolves, right? No biting people."

In less than a second, she's at the door, and it's half ajar.

"No."

She bolts downstairs, and I charge after her, but I'm far too slow.

"Hello."

I arrive to see her looming over my mother, but her face is far out of reach, she's gently scratching my mother's scalp, and with her other paw, she's begun to rub her back.

I collapse into an armchair, hoping it's all just a prank, but I'm doubtful.

Soon, my siblings arrive home from school, and when explaining to my much younger sister, I very gently avoid the more sexual aspects of the werewolf who's now just in our home to stay.

Soon my father gets home, and I send my sister across the street to play with friends.

A minute-long conversation takes half an hour, and then another, and then two more.

All the while, I have to explain the entire encyclopedia, that I've no Idea how she came through, the actual literal danger she poses, and why it's still wrong to just kill her, regardless of the fact it's an easy solution.

They at least agree on that, but it's slow going, so I plop down on the couch beside her, and nuzzle into the side of her bosom while they all discuss.

"The bottom line is, you're turning either way, the process has already started, just by my being here."

She turns her head, and puts an arm around me.

"So why not take the plunge? One little nip is all it takes, and I assure you it solves health problems.

My mom gets a distant look, medication is expensive. ..

She holds out her arm, and the werewolf's eyes light up.

"You won't regret this!"

She bolts around the couch, salivating, and with a slobbery bite, my mother begins to sprout fur.

---

Eventually, other monsters began to cross over, I heard a neighbor of mine married a myconid, and a whole city in england was quarantined due to an outbreak of matango.

A close pal started dating a succubus, and she was a surprisingly good cook, which we only found out when they joined us for thanksgiving.