Chapter 6
Simon
She’s late.
I wonder if she’s tried to run away again. That would be interesting. I’d have to hunt her down, of course, punish her thoroughly for daring to disobey me so soon after my warning during dinner.
“Shit! Sorry! I slept in! And I don’t have your number, so I couldn’t call!” She comes tumbling through the lab door in a cloud of excuses.
I feel a sense of deep relief as an anxiety I didn’t let myself know I had evaporates. She could have run away again, but she chose to come to me. I let her have her space. I went home and I allowed for her to have a choice. Her choice was to return to this place.
“I didn’t ever fuck you, did I?”
“What?” She blushes.
“When I saved you from running off at the train station, I told you I wanted to fuck you, but I didn’t.”
“Okay?”
“Bend over the desk,” I tell her. “I’m going to fuck you now.”
“You can’t possibly…”
Her words are cut off as I cross the room, take her by the back of her head with a thick handful of hair, and push her down over the table where she does her note transcriptions. She lets out a small whimper, but otherwise doesn’t fight me.
She’s worn a looser skirt today. I like that. Makes it easy to toss it up over her back, press her panties to the side, and expose her pussy. I devour her sweet sex, lapping and licking and toying with her clit and her lips until the sounds she’s making are much more eager.
Then I rise up behind her, and I fuck her.
Long. Hard. I make sure she is brought to the brink of orgasm again and again, but that I slow my strokes and move my fingers away from her clit when she starts to get too close.
I want her to beg for her fucking. I want her to remember who and what she becomes when she is with me.
“Please,” she whimpers.
“Please what?”
“Please give me, um… more?”
Oh, she’s cute. Too shy to ask for what she really wants, which is to be fucked until she’s unable to form words, until she attains the same level of animal release that I get when I take my potions, as she calls them.
I smack her ass and grin in satisfaction when she whines.
“Why did you do that?”
“Because you’re being a naughty girl who isn’t asking for what she really wants,” I say, giving her a slow thrust. “I can feel what you need. But I need you to say it.”
“To, um, fuck me?” She says it like it’s a question she doesn’t know the answer to.
“How do you want me to fuck you?” I prompt her, gathering her hair in my hands and putting tension on her head so she feels arched for my cock the way my good little mate should be.
“Hard?” Another word delivered in a squeak.
I give her one rough thrust. “Like that?”
“Yes,” she moans. “Just like that.”
The table makes a scraping sound as I proceed to pound her pussy as hard as I can until she screams out in orgasm that makes her contort, contract her muscles, and writhe about in front of me in a way that indicates she has absolutely no control over her body.
All she can do right now is come over and over until I am done with her.
And when I am done with her and she is full of cum, I sit her back down on her stool, and I set her back to work with her pussy dripping my seed into the underwear I snugged back into place.
The lab smells like sex and submission, and I could not be happier.
* * *
This pattern continues for some time. She comes to work, I fuck her, she takes my cum.
Veronica is getting impatient at the lack of a pregnancy announcement, but good things take time.
It often takes more than a few weeks to get a woman pregnant, and that’s when the sperm being provided to her womb is not being engineered every which way possible.
I concentrate on Lydia when she is with me, and on my work at all other times.
And I prepare another formulation.
And I try it again.
Back to the woods I go on a Friday night, with two days to work out the kinks and enjoy the raw experience of nature as animals experience it. I am about to be unplugged from humanity, and jacked back into the wild. I can hardly wait.
I’ve made several adjustments. This time, I should be able to take the dose, assume an animal form, and stay in it for an extended period of time before returning to my human self.
I am starting to consider the effects of repeat dosages, the fact that I am probably stacking all kinds of things one on top of the other, and causing interactions between the slightly different compounds.
Ideally, I would refrain from taking anything until they were all metabolized out of my system, but that could take months. And who has months when discoveries are mere minutes away?
This time I don’t wait for the moon to find its fullness. I don’t even wait until dark. I find a cozy spot off the trail again, and I drink the dose.
Within minutes, I am entirely animal, scenting delicate smells that could never have been available to my human nose.
The world is an entirely different place to these senses.
My human life seems laughably irrelevant now.
I wonder if it was real at all. Seems like a mad dream that pushes at the edges of my ability to understand.
* * *
Lydia
I come into work on Monday, and Simon isn’t there yet again.
This time he doesn’t show up while I’m talking to the printer.
That makes me nervous. Around ten in the morning, I call up to Veronica’s office to see if he’s coming in or not, because I might as well go home if not.
She tells me to wait and she will get back to me.
I wait until 5 p.m., having done nothing, then I go home with a hollow feeling in my stomach.
I never realized how much I felt Simon’s presence in my life before.
Even when we weren’t at work and didn’t see each other, I could feel him somehow.
I don’t feel him now. There’s an absence where he used to be, and it is making me nervous.
The next day, I go into work and I find Veronica Valentine waiting for me in the lab. She looks grim, and seeing her there gives me a very bad feeling.
“Simon’s car has been found at the edge of a forest. We have reason to believe he’s gotten lost on a hike,” she says.
Has he, though? I have to wonder. I know he has been experimenting on himself, and I know he doesn’t want to do it around me anymore.
I bet he went out there, took his formula, and is now either running around as an animal with no sense of time, or got eaten, or shot, or had some other horror befall him that only happens to unfortunate wild animals.
My eyes fill with tears as I try to hold back from telling on him. Something about Veronica makes it very clear she would not deal with that revelation well.
“You can continue on your work here,” she says. “I am sure he will be found soon. Try not to worry. Simon is a big boy.”
She leaves on that note, probably thinking I am going to do just what she says. She doesn’t know me very well, however. I won’t abandon my work entirely, but I won’t abandon Simon at all.
I take his notes and my transcriptions, I put them in my car, and I drive out to the forest to join the search for Simon. A lot of people are out here. The company has mobilized a large percentage of the workforce to be here, and others as well.
I am barely anyone among the crowd, but I join a group and we start walking. They’re looking for signs of him being lost in some way. Overhead, a helicopter is running search patterns.
The searchers are organized already and I get put into a group. We spend the day scouring a part of the forest that doesn’t feel right to me, but I can’t just run off into the woods. That’s just going to get me lost too.
As the hours pass, I become even more nervous. What if he did just have an accident? Or what if he took a new formulation and it killed him? We could easily find a body out here.
I try not to freak out, because that’s not going to help.
I have a feeling something has gone wrong out here, like he’s made a mistake that there won’t be any coming back from.
I know something about him nobody else knows, and it would help so much if only I could tell them, but I will sound insane if I do.
It’s an absolute catch-22, and I hate it.
The day is long and exhausting, and we find nothing. There’s not a hint of him anywhere.
“It’s like he walked into the bush and disappeared,” one of the team leaders says. “The dogs can’t even get a trace past a point. It’s odd. Plenty of animals about, though.”
“What kind of animals?” I ask the question.
“Wolves, most likely,” he says. “Dogs are interested, but not predatory. So probably not deer or pigs or prey animals.”
The image of Simon standing over me, a man to his shoulders, but not above that point comes back to mind. He could be a wolf right now, and they’d never know. Can I tell them?
“Maybe we should look for wolves,” I say.
One of the professionals gives me a sidelong look, then ignores me. Fair enough. Understandable.
I go back to the car and I sit there while everyone departs. A few stay on, the professionals, running searches later into the night. I don’t want to leave. I feel like going would be abandoning him. I know I’m not useful, but I desperately want to be.
I spent the night in my car. I didn’t really mean to. I closed my eyes at one point and when I opened them again, it was starting to turn to dawn.
Click.
My passenger door opens. I turn my head swiftly, hoping that it is him.
It’s not.
It is Veronica Valentine. She slides in and shuts the door.
“What are you doing here?” I ask the question bluntly.
“I could ask the same,” she says to me. “You should go home and get some sleep.”
“I’ve already slept in my car and I’m going to help restart the search at first light,” I tell her.