to the lost horizon

It took a lot for her to approach Dr. Mohan. 

Mel didn’t have many friends, or really anyone that she trusted with this sort of thing. Ideally, she would have asked Dr. Langdon, but… well, that wouldn’t work.  

The trouble was, no one seemed to like her very much. But Dr. Mohan had at least been occasionally friendly. Not as gossipy as Javadi, or as judgmental as Santos. She might be able to keep a sensitive secret. 

As soon as she saw her in the break room, she pounced. 

“Um, Dr. Mohan, hi,” she said nervously, messing with her fingers, getting far too close to her side. 

Samira looked a bit perplexed, putting a cap on her protein shake, “... Hi, Dr. King. Can I help you with something?” 

“Yes, actually. You don’t have to. But, um,” practically under her breath, she divulged her problem. 

“Sorry, this is going to be cold,” she said as she squirted jelly all over Mel’s skin.

“It’s fine. Thank you.” Mel said sheepishly, tugging her scrub top out of the way.

“Now, I’m not necessarily trained to read these,” Samira said and slid the wand down against Mel’s belly, squinting at the screen, “I mean, obviously I have schooling and experience, but— oh, shit!” she yanked the wand away, looking flustered. 

Mel sat up with alarm, blinking wildly, “What? Is there something wrong?” 

“Uh– sorry, lay back,” Samira said, shaking her head and putting the wand back down, scrolling around the screen with a look of amazement, “Sorry. That was terrible bedside manner. I just wasn’t really expecting—” 

“Expecting what? I don’t do well with surprises, I get very nervous, and—” 

“It’s just,” Samira turned the screen so that Mel could see, running the wand back down, “it’s kind of crowded in there.” 

Pale and wide-eyed, Mel looked with horror at two gestational sacks, two yolks, two thrumming fetal poles. 

He’s asked her too many times at this point to let him help, or just to let him see her, to be around when she’s like that, as she calls it. But she doesn’t let him. No, during the full moon Mel chains herself up all alone in the basement of her townhouse, kicked puppy, his werewolf girl.

The last of his cig dies and he stubs it out with a sigh. He’s just about to go back inside when a noise draws his attention, off to the side of the yard. The hair on the back of his neck prickles. Frowning, Frank skims the tree line and startles when he sees something glint back at him. Black eyes, just barely visible. He stumbles back, feeling hunted the way the creature is looking at him. He should get inside, he knows, but something’s transfixing him. It creeps closer, crouched low to the ground.

His hand reaches backwards for the door, but the animal in the trees lunges. It’s inhumanly fast, already on top of him before he can blink. He screams, head swimming in pain when it knocks him back flat on his ass and pins him down.

It’s a wolf. Something’s off, humanlike about it, but it’s large, snarling down at him, paws on his chest keeping him from moving. Frank feels his stomach drop.

“Mel?” he stutters. “Is that you?”

She’s got honey golden fur and lips pulled back in a snarl. She’s unsettling, half wolf and half human, he almost feels like he shouldn’t be looking at her. She’s as big as him like this, bigger even, he can barely struggle pinned under her.

Mel keens, a low, predatory noise that rumbles through her. He tries to catch his breath and calm his heartbeat. She’s stronger than him and wild. Frank likes to think she wouldn’t hurt him but— her teeth are so sharp. He’s never been this close to something feral before.

Slowly he tries to reach up to pet her, laying his hand just above her wet nose. “What are you doing here, sweetheart?” he asks softly.

She sniffs him, sticking her snout into his neck, her mouth opening and Frank panics, horrified, he’s sure she’s going to bite down and tear him to pieces.

Mel licks his neck with her long, warm tongue, sticky thick saliva coating him. Her body rocks down, pressing him to the deck. She’s humping him. Frank whines. “Oh god.”

Lower and lower, she traces down his body until her face is pressed against his crotch, snuffling as she gets under his clothes to lick his skin. Her claws scratch at his hips, tearing his pants so she can get to him.

“Mel! Fuck, you can’t— Not here!”

She nips at him and Frank goes deathly still.

Mel’s tongue laves against him, up his taint and over his balls, all the way to the head of his cock. He whimpers and can’t help thrusting up into her panting mouth, half scared she’s going to snap and bite his dick off. She slurps his cock messily, riled by the scent of him, the heady taste of his arousal.

His girl’s in heat.

“Baby, let me take you inside and you can— f-fuck, you can get all cozy in my bed and I’ll fucking— I’ll breed you, okay? Is that what you want, Mel? Want me to give you pups?”

Frank doesn’t know if she can actually understand him, but she seems to perk up at that, honest to god, he can see her tail wagging when she peels off him. He shivers when the cold air hits his wet cock without Mel on top to keep him warm.