Night of the Werewolves
Copyright© 2026 by Tristan Tharp
Chapter 15
Horror Sex Story: Chapter 15 - Flynn hoped his life of humiliation under the tyranny of his overbearing stepfather would end when he reached his 18th birthday. It didn't. Crossing that milestone only brought him to the strange world of his new boarding school. Within its walls were a coven of witches, a succubus, assorted monsters of indescribable species, and... of course... werewolves. He'd thought he had no privacy before. Now his privacy, and his body, are being continually violated in ways he could never have imagined.
Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/Fa Ma/Ma mt Mult Blackmail Coercion Consensual Drunk/Drugged Mind Control NonConsensual Rape Reluctant Gay BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Horror Humor School Paranormal Magic Were animal Demons Humiliation Spanking Gang Bang Anal Sex Enema Masturbation Oral Sex Voyeurism Violence
Thirty minutes later, Flynn crawled through his bedroom window. He was sweaty, smelly, covered in a variety of sticky fluids, and completely exhausted. He was also bleeding from cuts and bites he somehow hadn’t even noticed happening at the time. He guessed his mind had been on other things ... like being sexually ravaged for hours by three huge, hairy werewolves.
Dawn was only an hour away. Luckily, it was Saturday. He would never have been able to make it to class on time, much less stay awake.
After he peeled off his briefs, he started to crawl into bed naked. This was forbidden ... all boys were supposed to sleep in their underwear or pajamas ... but he didn’t care at the moment. He didn’t care about anything but the blissful oblivion of sleep... if Fate allowed him such a reprieve. He’d probably be plagued with nightmares about all the horrific degradations of the day and night before.
A voice at the door stopped him. Flynn looked up to see Stevens, now in fully human form. He was somehow already wearing his pristine school uniform.
Stevens said, “That’s why I’m here. At least one of the reasons. Boys are all so slovenly. No girl would climb into bed in such a filthy state.”
Flynn glared. “I’m not slovenly. Not anymore. I used to be. Anyway, you don’t look so slovenly, and you’re a boy.”
Stevens looked smug. “Wrong. I’m not a boy.”
“What? Oh ... I see. You used to be a boy hundreds of years ago ... before you became a werewolf. Now you’re a lot older than you look.”
Stevens sauntered in and sat on Flynn’s bed. “Nope. I used to be a girl before a werewolf turned me. If you go strictly by age, I’m an old woman now. An ancient woman. But I still mostly feel like a girl.”
Flynn’s exhausted brain wasn’t keeping up. “Wait. I’ve seen you in the showers. You ... well, you have a dick. And I saw you out in the forest. You had a huge dick. And balls. Big, hairy balls. I know ... they were right in my face.”
Stevens patted the bed. “Sit here beside me, little stinky boy.”
Flynn grudgingly sat. He wanted to object to that description, but it was true. He wasn’t very tall and he was stinky.
Stevens said, “As you noticed, the size of my penis can change. That’s the transformative power of a werewolf. I can make it any size I want. I can change my body so much that I can grow a penis when I naturally have none. I maintain a male form here because Bramstock is a boys only school. I have to keep up the charade. It’s fun. I get to shower with the boys and watch the silly little things playing grab-ass with each other, and they have no idea there’s a girl in their midst laughing at their juvenile male antics.”
Flynn still wasn’t keeping up very well. “You’re really a girl? I mean ... really really?”
“Really really.”
“But ... but ... you did it to me. In the butt. In the mouth.”
Stevens sighed. “The power of transformation, Flynn. You’re cute, but not very bright.”
Flynn cried, “Give me a break. I’m worn out. I just got fucked about a hundred times. I’m not at my best. And ... I just can’t think of you as a girl.”
“You’re obviously a boy who needs to see to believe. I’m happy to oblige. That’s another reason why I’m here.”
Stevens stood and faced Flynn, then began undressing. Flynn watched in fascination as his ... her ... body changed shape as the clothes came off. Breasts swung free as her shirt dropped to the floor. The penis shrunk as the pants and underwear came down. It folded in on itself, becoming the lips to her vagina. Her body was now very female. She was slender, but curvacious.
Flynn was mesmerized. He’d watched the werewolves alter their forms out in the forest, but they were already supernatural beings to begin with. Transforming hadn’t seemed all that much stranger. But here in Flynn’s room, Stevens had just changed from a human male, complete with penis and testicles, to a human female with breasts and a vagina right in front of him. The change had been so smooth, so liquid. So ... arousing.
Stevens, in the voice of an eighteen year old girl, said, “I thought that would be your reaction.”
Flynn followed her gaze down to his stiffened penis. It was already at its hardest, touching his belly. Even though they were both naked, he was embarrassed by his arousal.
This made him think of all the times ... the many, many times ... Stevens had entered his room unannounced, catching him dressing, undressing, or in the act of self-pleasure. That had been embarrassing enough when he’d thought the head boy was another male student. Knowing Stevens was actually female made Flynn’s face burn. A girl had caught him. A girl who was hundreds of years old, but still.
She said, “Yes, I can tell you’re remembering. That’s one of the perks of being secretly a girl as a head boy. I’m like an undercover spy. I get to watch all these boys in their natural habitat, acting the way they would with no girls around.”
Flynn added angrily, “Like barging in on them in their private moments.”
Stevens moved closer, positioning her legs on either side of Flynn’s. “Just doing my job as head boy, making sure all you randy little rascals are behaving yourselves. You never are, of course.”
She was right in Flynn’s face now. He could feel her internal heat escaping through the fleshy opening in front of him, carrying a heady, natural perfume. Her body could’ve been a furnace for all the heat it produced. Flynn’s penis ached as it hardened beyond its usual limit.
She said, “I can always tell when boys are doing something naughty. I can smell their arousal through the walls. That’s how I can enter their rooms at the most inopportune times, catching them in whatever act they’re performing. I catch them in singles, doubles ... even a triple once this year. The tearful boy on the bottom wasn’t quite a willing participant. I ... regrettably ... had to perform my official duty and put an end to the party. They were all regular students after all. We have to keep the abuse down to a minimum. Or at least seem to.”
Her slit was only an inch away now. Flynn’s tongue slid between his lips, desperately wanting to cover that distance. He reined it in. He didn’t dare make an unapproved move on this deceptively delicate looking girl.
“The smell of shame and embarrassment is so exciting. And ... in cases like that threesome ... the additional smells of male aggression and debased submission make it almost unbearable to resist. Your shame has a particularly delightful aroma. It was obvious when I caught you in this very room so many times. It was overwhelming out in the woods. It was so hard not to sink my teeth in all the way and drink that river of blood. You boys don’t know how hard you make it for reformed werewolves.”
Flynn was having second thoughts about pursuing any more physical encounters with Stevens. She’d already taken a substantial amount of his fluids. He wanted to keep his river of blood to himself.
She moved in and rubbed against him. Despite his misgivings, he found his hands on her hips and his face buried between her legs. His tongue sought out her entrance, worming its way into her interior. She was hot and wet. He was reminded of the inside of the werewolves mouths. At least her vagina didn’t have teeth.
He wondered nervously if she could managed that. How far did a werewolf’s powers of transformation go?
“Wait,” Flynn said, then pulled his face out. “How can you change when the night is over? It’s morning now.”
Sounding irritated, Stevens said, “You pick an odd time to be inquisitive. To answer your ill-timed question, I can change anytime I want, into a wolf or to modify my body from girl to boy. It’s just that on a full moon, I have to change. At that time, there’s no choice.”
She grabbed the sides of Flynn’s head and forced his face back between her legs. “Now eat me out like a good boy.”
Her words were playful, but her tone was not. She held his head firmly in place in case any other questions occurred to him. Flynn extended his tongue and explored the folds and complexities of her insides. Her orifice seemed bigger than before, more accommodating. His cheeks were slick with juices.
Stevens writhed against his face, moaning, gasping. Encouraged, Flynn became more zealous. His increasing passion opened the door to other emotions. One of them was rage ... rage at the endless abuse out in the forest ... his helplessness ... his complete lack of autonomy. He raged at how everyone had been using him ... how his tears and his pleas had only incited them further. He growled as he aggressively tried to devour her from within. He ravaged her the way the werewolves had ravaged him.
“Yes,” Stevens cried. “What an angry little puppy. I love it.”
Those words stoked his fury further. Was that all he was to her? An angry little puppy? He screamed inside her.
Stevens stepped back, still holding the sides of Flynn’s head. He glared up at her, his slick face contorted with anger.