I never thought I would see a man transformed into a beast.

Something, someone, that was once human.

Something, some animal, that walks around and masquerades in a grotesque parody of humanity and savagery.

Something that nature never allowed to exist.

I was walking the streets of Philadelphia late one October night. Down in Center City, in the heart of the Gayborhood. Out Fest had happened earlier in the day.

An open, public celebration of homosexuality. The city had shut down several city blocks for it, blocking off all traffic and allowing the miscreants open and total access to the streets.

To celebrate their sexuality.

To proclaim their identity.

To get drunk and find who they were going to fuck that night.

But the festival was over, the streets were being swept, and most of the revelers had made their way into the Gay bars for the second portion of their night.

Empty and quiet, I walked past discarded aluminum bottles of Miller Light and carefully stepped over pools of vomit and other, more distasteful, bodily fluids.

Until I encountered the Werewolf.

Lying in the corner of an alleyway, fur matted with piss and spilled beer, it slept, snorting, until it heard me step on an empty aluminum beer can.

The man in the grey fur wolf suit stood up to face me.

A fucking furry.

A fucking gay wolf furry.

Looking at me with what I could only assume was hunger, he lurched towards me.

WHAR'S THE PARTY TONIGHT, BIG BOY?

He stumbled towards me and attempted to give me a hug.

wanna join my pack? You can be the alpha male!

Horrified, I stepped to the side as he attempted to touch me, and he fell face first into the asphalt.

That wasn't very nice!

He growled

You couldn't imagine how frightened I was.

On all fours now, he ran towards me, tackling me in my confusion.

Help! A wolf is attacking me!

A group of gay men smoking cigarettes across the street took note, and laughed at me.

Please, this is serious, I need help!

A few cops on the corner saw my plight, and also laughed at the absurdity of it.

I don't blame them.

Eventually, the man in the fur suit ended up biting me.

Honestly, it was kind of hot. Like being dominated by an animal.

So raw. So real.

So... Primitive?

I never thought I would enjoy it.

But I did.

I didn't think about it for a couple of weeks after it happened.

But then I got my next paycheck. And I thought, why not buy a fur suit?

Why not become the wolf that I was bitten by?

And now, I am no longer entirely human.

I never thought I would see a man transformed into a beast. Something, someone, that was once human. Something, some animal, that walks around and masquerades in a grotesque parody of humanity and savagery. Something that nature never allowed to exist. I was walking the streets of Philadelphia late one October night. Down in Center City, in the heart of the Gayborhood. *Out Fest* had happened earlier in the day. An open, public celebration of homosexuality. The city had shut down several city blocks for it, blocking off all traffic and allowing the miscreants open and total access to the streets. To celebrate their sexuality. To proclaim their identity. To get drunk and find who they were going to fuck that night. But the festival was over, the streets were being swept, and most of the revelers had made their way into the Gay bars for the second portion of their night. Empty and quiet, I walked past discarded aluminum bottles of Miller Light and carefully stepped over pools of vomit and other, more distasteful, bodily fluids. Until I encountered the Werewolf. Lying in the corner of an alleyway, fur matted with piss and spilled beer, it slept, snorting, until it heard me step on an empty aluminum beer can. The man in the grey fur wolf suit stood up to face me. A fucking furry. A fucking gay wolf furry. Looking at me with what I could only assume was hunger, he lurched towards me. >WHAR'S THE PARTY TONIGHT, BIG BOY? He stumbled towards me and attempted to give me a hug. >wanna join my pack? You can be the alpha male! Horrified, I stepped to the side as he attempted to touch me, and he fell face first into the asphalt. >That wasn't very nice! He growled You couldn't imagine how frightened I was. On all fours now, he ran towards me, tackling me in my confusion. >Help! A wolf is attacking me! A group of gay men smoking cigarettes across the street took note, and laughed at me. >Please, this is serious, I need help! A few cops on the corner saw my plight, and also laughed at the absurdity of it. I don't blame them. Eventually, the man in the fur suit ended up biting me. Honestly, it was kind of hot. Like being dominated by an animal. So raw. So real. So... Primitive? I never thought I would enjoy it. But I did. I didn't think about it for a couple of weeks after it happened. But then I got my next paycheck. And I thought, why not buy a fur suit? Why not become the wolf that I was bitten by? And now, I am no longer entirely human.

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You know I'm not saying it wasn't a good read, but it was pretty gay too.