Chapter Text
Even a man who is pure in heart
And says his prayers by Night
May become a wolf
When the wolfbane blooms
And the autumn moon is bright.
- The Wolfman by Curt Siodmak
Shane Wood was having the weirdest night. But also one of the greatest of his life.
It all started around nine thirty. He'd been having a couple of drinks at the closest strip joint to his apartment, "Tails." It was a dive, and Shane wasn't in the mood for any of it. But Dave and Will from work poked and prodded him until he agreed to go. It was a Friday night. Shane had checked his phone before entering the bar at eight, hoping his ex Heather would get their daughter Jas to call him before bed. There was no call. That really pissed Shane off. He only got Jas every other weekend as it was, but Heather used to be better about phone time. Jas was seven, and Shane and Heather had split up three years ago. Well, that wasn't really what happened. Heather had met Greg. Greg had a Mercedes, and a condo that he owned. Shane had a bus pass and an apartment with no door man. Honestly, in hindsight he judged Heather for not fucking off sooner. He just wished she wasn't trying to box him out of Jas' life.
Dave and Will were talking loudly over the dance music about some trip they'd taken to Stardew Valley the previous summer. Will was already tipsy, and when he was drunk, he was prone to bragging. "I nailed this hot broad, what was her name—Holly? No that's not it. Well, whatever. Legs up to here, man. Long blonde hair, tan skin. The tits? God, outta sight man. The whole valley is full of babes. All three of us should go up there again this summer."
Will was gross, and Dave was only moderately better. Shane needed new friends. But that meant he'd actually have to talk to people. Buh, no thanks. The only reason he was "friends" with these two dickheads was because they all worked at the same store, JojaMart. "Garbage products for bottom-of-the-barrel prices." Shane liked his slogan better than the actual one: "Thrive." What the fuck was that supposed to mean? The only thing that thrived in a JojaMart was mold in the ceiling, most likely.
"Hey look at this, new dancers," Dave said, rubbing his hands together as he looked at a flyer. "I'm flush with cash. My online poker habit is finally paying off. Private dances on me, boys." Shane didn't want a lap dance. It would only get him all horny for no reason. Instead, he planned to drink himself into oblivion, ride the bus home, and throw up into a bucket.
The cheesy announcer's voice came over the sound system, forcing Shane from his stupor. "Ladies annnnnnd gentlemennnnn, welcome to the stage…Artemis!"
Right on cue at nine thirty, a stunningly gorgeous woman with a phenomenal body and long red hair stepped out from behind the curtain. Maybe Shane did want a lap dance, after all. She started to dance, and Dave wolf-whistled at her, earning himself a smirk from Artemis. She was doing moves Shane didn't recall ever seeing in this dump before. When did Tails step up their game?
Will slapped him on the back. "Shane, I will drag my balls across broken glass before I let you get the first dance from this smoke show. You can have whoever comes out next."
Shane elbowed him in the ribs. "Fuck off, man. Rock-paper-scissors me for her." Artemis, now topless, was grinding her crotch on the stage, and briefly made eye contact with Shane, who felt himself blushing. Will nudged him and held out his hand.
Two out of three rounds of rock-paper-scissors were won by Shane, and Will conceded defeat. "Just don't blow your load on her or something when you're back there." Shane rolled his eyes. She was taking her underpants off now. Artemis' patch of pubic hair matched the hair on her head, and Shane's cock twitched.
She finished her performance to uproarious praise from the crowd, and exited the stage, pulling her clothes back on. "In five minutes you'll get to see those tits up close and personal. It's a shame you can't squeeze 'em," Will said with a sigh. "I'd motorboat the fuck out of those puppies."
Shane drained his beer and stood up to go for a piss. Less than ten minutes ago he'd been thinking about leaving early. Now, he was going to give himself a silent pep talk at the urinal. She's just a stripper, man, relax. They all pretend to like you for money, and who could blame them? If I had to dance for pathetic chodes like myself on the regular I'd demand all the gold in the Ferngill mint.
He headed towards the private dance booth that Artemis was stationed in, and sat down, waiting.
The music began to play, and Artemis came in. "Hi cutie," she cooed. "What's your name?" Shane tried not to stammer. She was even more stunning up close. Why was she working here? She should be working at one of those "classy" gentlemen's clubs uptown. Or as a professional dancer in a chorus line or something. Most of the strippers at Tails just kind of swung around on the pole a bit, which was fine. You didn't go to Tails for elegance. But Artemis had had a whole routine prepared. Even Shane was impressed.
"Uh, Shane." She smiled, and started to do her thing. Artemis smelled really good. "You been doing this long?" he asked her, and she grinned wolfishly as she climbed into his lap.
"Couple of years. Just moved here from Pine-Mesa a few months back. Why, am I bad at it?" She ground against his lap as Shane held onto the sides of his chair. His erection was a clear indication that Artemis was not bad at her job. She laughed softly as she noticed. "You come here much? This place sucks but it pays the bills." Artemis peeled her top off slowly, and Shane gulped as he came face to face with her tits. Like the rest of her body, they were covered in soft freckles. Like the rest of her body, they were glorious.
She held his shoulders and tossed her hair back, riding his clothed lap. Tails' dancers only took their bottoms off on the stage, and not in the back. It was a shame. Shane wanted to see Artemis' ginger patch up close.
In too short of a time, the dance was over, and Artemis climbed off of Shane's lap, pulling her top back on. She lowered her voice and spoke into his ear, making his breath catch.
"I shouldn't tell you this, but I genuinely think you're cute, so: I'm also an escort. That's how I actually pay my bills. Here's my card." Artemis passed him a business card that said "Zuzu's Finest" on it with a tiny headshot of her. "I know you probably hear all the time that most strippers are also escorts. That might be true in some places, but not here. The manager here is old school. So don't show that card to your friends. They're not as hot as you, anyway. I don't really wanna fuck them." Shane flipped the card over. It said 'Selena' on the back, with a phone number. He coughed, and cleared his throat.
"I can't afford to pay you what you're probably worth," Shane said, passing the card back to her. "Is that your real name?" She grinned, and forced the card back into his hand.
"Call that number at midnight and maybe you'll find out, gorgeous. First ride is one hundred percent off the original price."
Shane didn't want to wait around until midnight with Dave and Will, so he made an excuse and wandered the streets for a while. It was fall, and it was getting cooler out. There was no way this was for real was there? Women that beautiful who made money off of their bodies didn't give it away for free. Not to guys like Shane. He sat down on a bench and let himself sober up, slapping himself in the face a little.
He hadn't had sex in almost a year, and the last time was with Heather. She and Greg were always having stupid arguments, and Heather came by one day when it wasn't Shane's weekend with Jas. "What are you doing here?" he'd asked her with annoyance.
"This," she'd said, kissing Shane. Why the fuck he didn't kick her out then was anyone's guess. But he'd been with Heather for years, since college. When she left him, Shane had moped around the city streets for what felt like days, unsure of what to do with himself. She was toxic, and he knew it. But he'd fucked her anyway, and then she left again, satisfied with her bizarre, secret revenge against Greg.
Artemis (or possibly 'Selena') was way out of Shane's league. She had a body like a gymnast, but with bigger tits and a rounder ass. Shane used to be in shape. He used to play gridball, and he was actually pretty good. But, like most of his dreams, that was over. And Shane was kinda soft now, his appreciation for beer giving him a pudgy midsection. Artemis shouldn't be giving him a free sample. She should be charging extra.
Finally, after he'd stewed for a while longer, it was just after midnight, and Shane called the number on the back of the card.
Artemis answered, and her breathy voice made Shane hard again. "Is it you, cutie? If it is, meet me behind Tails in ten minutes. I'm just finishing up here."
She was fully dressed now, in a long black skirt with a slit up the side, tall boots, and a leather jacket over a silk blouse. It made Artemis' hair stand out even more. She grinned at him wolfishly again as Shane approached her, like she'd won a prize. "Hi Shane. C'mon, follow me." She started to walk, and he followed her with some apprehension.
This was a stupid thing to do. What if she were planning on robbing him, or she worked for one of those crime rings that stole people's organs? Shane couldn't imagine why anyone would want the organs of an out of shape alcoholic, but crazier things had happened. "Hey," Artemis said, slowing down when she saw him pause. "I'll only bite if you want me to." She held out her hand, and Shane swallowed hard before taking it.
"Why did you pick me up? Especially for free?"
She laughed. "You're like, insanely hot, dummy. When's the last time you looked in a mirror properly? I like big guys with dimples. If I'm scaring the fuck out of you, my bad. I'm kind of aggressive." No shit you're aggressive. Funnily enough, though, Artemis wasn't scaring him. She was turning him on. A lot. Shane liked bossy women.
"Where are we going?" he asked, holding her hand tight. "Someplace warmer than here, I hope."
"Just around the corner, gorgeous. And don't worry, I plan to keep you warm."
They arrived at a smallish building, and Artemis took out a key and unlocked the door. "Is this your place?" Shane asked. It was an old warehouse, with bare bones furnishings. He doubted she actually lived here.
"Maybe," she said in a sultry voice, taking off her jacket. "Maybe not. Wouldn't you like to know?"
Artemis took Shane's hand again and led him to a couch next to the wall. "How do you like it, gorgeous? You want me to take charge, or should you?" She made him sit down and climbed into his lap. Shane couldn't believe his luck. Since when did this kind of thing happen to him of all people? Did he hit his head in the bathroom at Tails, leading to a hallucination?
"I mean, if I'm not paying you…I can't exactly tell you what I want, can I?" He was a little nervous, despite being excited. Artemis kissed him then, and she tasted like minty chocolate. He groaned as she licked over his bottom lip and slid his jacket off of his shoulders.
"Nevermind that. I'm doing this with you for fun. What do you like, Shane? Do you like to be dominated? Do you want to take control? Tell me what you want…" she licked his neck from the base to behind his ear, and Shane's mind reeled.
"I uh, I kind of like it when women boss me around, to be honest…" Shane never said that kind of thing out loud. Heather had made fun of him when they were together and he'd asked her to tie him up once. He'd learned to keep his mouth shut after that, and kept his fantasies confined to his masturbation sessions. He looked at Artemis, her pupils dilated, and her red lips slightly parted.
"Good. I was hoping you'd say that. How far do you want me to go with this? I like it when men bigger than me let me be the boss."
Shane licked his lips. Seriously, how the fuck did he get this lucky, and what was the catch? "Would you, uh, tie me up? Smack me around a little? Maybe not too hard…uh, unless you want to. Don't draw blood or anything. But you can use me like a toy.”
Artemis laughed and ground into his lap again. Shane's dick throbbed almost painfully for her. "Okay. I think I know what you have in mind. Stand up over there between those pillars, and wait for my instructions." She slid off his lap, and Shane stood up, standing between the two columns. "Turn around and look at me, cutie." He did, and Artemis unbuttoned her blouse, revealing nicer lingerie than the stuff she'd worn to strip with. "Do you like what you see? Do you want to touch me?" Shane nodded, and Artemis smiled. "Not until I say so."
She took her top off completely, and Shane stared at her in her black, structured bodysuit. He still wasn't one hundred percent convinced he wasn't going to wake up in a bathtub full of ice, if he woke up at all. But he stared at her hungrily, regardless. Artemis walked over to a small dresser and opened it, pulling out some straps. "The safe word is 'starfruit.' Ever had one of those? They're delicious." She sidled up to Shane and he looked down into her eyes. They were chocolate brown, and striking. "And so are you. Take your clothes off." Artemis grabbed his bulge and cupped it hard, eliciting a pant from Shane. "Now," she growled into his ear.
Wasting no more time, Shane pulled his shirt over his head, and blushed before taking off the rest of his clothes. "Awww, are you shy? That's so sweet," Artemis cooed, and she traced her long fingernails across his chest before pulling at his chest hair. Shane gasped and moaned, and Artemis pinched one of his nipples. "You like that, baby?" He nodded, letting his mouth slack a little. Artemis grabbed both of his wrists and tied one to each post, then spread his legs apart. "What a pretty cock you have," she said. "Nice and thick. You want me to touch it?" Shane writhed and nodded again.
"Too fucking bad. You have to earn that kind of thing around here." She bit his other nipple, and Shane yelped. "Scream as loud as you want, baby. No one is coming to save you." Artemis tied his ankles up then, and as he panted, she ran her fingers up and down his legs.
"I'm going to spank you now," she said in a low voice. "Do you remember our safe word?"
"Yes I remember…please fucking spank me." She grinned and stood behind him in the wide gap between the pillars and the wall.
"What a cute ass you have Shane. Such a pretty boy…" Artemis licked his neck again, and then swatted him gently. Shane arched his back a little and moaned. She hit him again, harder this time, and he bit his lip with pleasure.
"This is what happens to dirty boys who go to strip clubs. They get punished." She gave him a full-handed slap, and Shane was sure it would leave a mark.
"Fuuuck," he groaned, feeling precum leaking down his thighs. "That's so good. Punish me." Artemis grasped his chin and pulled him in forcefully for a kiss. Her tongue slid into his mouth back and forth and when she pulled away Shane was left breathless.
"I'm gonna make you watch me fuck myself. And you aren't going to be able to do a damn thing about it." She gave him an impish look, and dragged an armchair over so she'd be seated right in front of him.
She went into the dresser again and pulled out a fairly realistic looking dildo. "This is John. He's my favourite." Artemis slammed the drawer shut and peeled her skirt off in front of Shane, followed by her lingerie. She left her thigh high boots on. "Do you like looking at my cunt? Dirty boy. I bet you wish you could touch it." Shane whimpered, helplessly bound and unable to even touch himself.
Artemis sat down, and spread her legs so she was resting them on the wide arms of the chair. "Don't you dare look away from me either." Shane didn't want to anyway, and he zeroed his eyes in on her ginger pubes. She pulled her lips apart, and Shane could see she was incredibly wet. "I hardly ever need lube. My pussy is insatiable," Artemis said, and she pushed "John" inside of herself with a moan. Shane bucked his hips out, wishing it was his cock buried inside of her.
"Mmmm, yeah," she groaned, rubbing her nipple, then tracing her fingers down her body. "I like making you watch me. You look so pretty all tied up like that, Shane." He loved the way she said his name, like it was a secret, and he licked his lips again. Artemis began rubbing her clit, and jutted her hips out. "Fuck yeah, that feels so good inside my cunt." She slid it in and out a few more times and then stopped, licking it clean. Shane's jaw hung open a little again, and Artemis rubbed the dildo between her cleavage a few times. She tossed it aside on the couch, and approached him again. "You wanna touch my pussy?" Shane nodded, and she kissed him hard. "First I'm going to spank you 'till your cheeks are almost as red as my hair," she purred, swatting one of his ass cheeks playfully.
Her hands were smallish, but she squeezed his ass with them hard, and Shane groaned. "Fucking do it, please, please, oh God." Artemis stuck her tongue in his ear and slapped one of his cheeks so hard he was forced forward. She spanked him several times more until she was satisfied, and then kissed him again, running her fingers softly along where she'd hit him.
"You want me to eat your asshole?" she asked. "I've been told that I'm good at it." Shane thought about whether he was clean, and remembered he'd showered before going out. He'd never been rimmed before but he’d fantasized about it a lot. "If you let me eat your ass, I'll let you lick my cunt. Deal?" Shane wanted to lick her cunt badly, but he didn't need to barter with her. He wanted her tongue inside of him, regardless.
"Please eat my ass, please Artemis," Shane whined. Fucking hell, what a night. You've never had it so good before. She walked to the dresser again and took out a collar and leash.
"Gonna replace your ropes with this now. I don't want you thinking you can sneak off on me before you've made me come." Artemis put the collar around his neck and attached the leash, tugging a little. Then she untied his wrists and ankles. Shane's cock was dripping, and she smiled as she ran one finger up his shaft. "Such a nice, thick cock. On such a nice, sweet boy." She kissed him softly, and then pulled him towards the couch.
"Sit down in the centre and spread your legs, cutie." Shane sat down, shivering a little against the leather. His cheeks were sore, but in a good way.
He spread his legs apart, feeling a little bit self conscious. Shane never removed any of his body hair, but he kept himself clean. Artemis ran her tongue across his chest, and spit on one of his nipples. Sucking it into her mouth, she moaned and scraped her nails across his other nipple. "God, you're so sexy." She lowered herself down and put his legs on her shoulders. "I like that you're hairy, baby. It's so fucking hot." Shane leaned his head back as he felt Artemis inspecting him.
Then, without another word, she swiped the flat of her tongue against his entrance, and Shane moaned incredibly loudly. "Holy fuck, Artemis." She did it again, and then wrapped one of her hands around the base of his shaft. As she tongued his asshole, she stroked his dick, pulling his foreskin up and down. Shane groaned again, shocked at the sheer amount of pleasure he was experiencing. Artemis spat on his hole and began to eat him vigorously, making greedy noises as she did. Shane had a feeling if she kept doing that, and continued to jerk him off, he was going to come very quickly. But he wanted to last longer. He never wanted this night to end.
Artemis clearly didn't either, because after a few minutes she stopped and wiped her mouth. Then she stood up, and hovered over him. "I'm gonna smother you with my pussy now. Make me come, or you'll be sorry." She held the leash tight in her fist as she lowered herself onto Shane's mouth.
His eyes popped open, and he groaned into her. She tasted so fucking good…Shane could lick her pussy all day. Artemis held the back of his head with one hand, still clutching the leash in her palm, and braced herself on the back of the couch. "Suck my clit, baby. Devour my cunt like it's life or death." Shane's eyes rolled back, and he inhaled her scent, her slickness. He licked up and down and Artemis moaned, moving her hips in time with his tongue. "Good boy. Gooood boy.” He nuzzled against her glorious pubic hair and smiled.
Shane stuck his tongue out and Artemis lowered her vagina onto it like it was a tiny cock. She rode it a few times, and then grasped his chin. “Suck me deep.” Shane hummed into her and opened his mouth a little so he was suctioning her. She cried out, for the first time sounding vulnerable. “Oh Go-od. Oh God…” Artemis held tightly onto the back of the sofa and bit her knuckles. “Oh fuck I’m gonna come, Shane…oh fuuuck…” She pulled him to her so Shane could hardly breathe, and squeezed her thighs around his head. As she climaxed, Shane moaned into her again. Her scent, her taste…fucking hell. You owe her ten thousand gold just for tonight. Minimum.
She sat there smothering him for a few seconds longer, and then she climbed down into his lap.
“Kiss me,” Artemis demanded, and Shane did, savouring her. “Kiss my neck, and my tits.” She was still holding the leash, but she let him explore her with his hands. “Good boys get rewarded. And you are a good boy, Shane.” He licked up and down her neck, and kissed her gently, then took one of her nipples into his mouth. “Mmmm…” Artemis said appreciatively. “Such a soft tongue. Feels so good everywhere you put it.” Shane smiled again and ran his hands up and down her body.
Shane’s cock needed relief, and Artemis looked down at it. “Just a second.” She stood up and pulled a condom out of her purse.
She opened the wrapper and rolled the condom onto him, then sat on his dick. Shane huffed and groaned as Artemis held him tightly by the leash. “Gonna ride you until your hips buckle, gorgeous.” They were both sweaty already, and the heat between them was intoxicating.
Shane reached for her hips to clasp onto, and Artemis nodded, kissing him sweetly.
“That's it, pretty baby. You’re gonna need to hold onto something.” She began to move up and down, pulling him close to her by his collar. “Fuck, you have such a nice cock, Shane. So thick.”
Her cunt was so hot, and slick. Shane panted and made noises he didn’t remember ever hearing himself make before. “Artemis, God…” he whined, and she pulled his hair roughly.
“You’re all mine, baby. Your dick is mine.” She rolled her hips into him and slapped his face. “Say you’re mine.”
“I’m yours, I’m yours, fuckkk…” Shane said softly. Artemis pulled on the leash hard, making Shane gag. He really liked it when she roughed him up, and he moaned hard.
“Louder, dirty boy.”
“I’m yours, Artemis, I’m yours. My cock belongs to you,” Shane said loudly, and she kissed him passionately.
“I want you to come, baby. You’ve earned it.” She picked up her pace, and Shane’s eyes rolled back. He bucked his hips hard, and orgasmed with a noise that almost sounded like a howl. Artemis nuzzled against him, and kissed his shoulder. She let go of the leash, and hugged him close.
“Are you okay?” she asked him as she pulled him out of her and took the condom off. He was more than okay. Shane was completely spent and high on life. He just wished he could see her again. But Artemis had said only the first ride was free. He couldn’t afford to support another addiction. Beer was bad enough.
“That was insanely good. I’m just sad that we can’t do it again. I can’t afford your luscious ass.”
Artemis burst into laughter, and kissed him again. “I don’t want you to be my client. A lot of them want to tie me up, and that’s fine. But I like you, Shane. You're sexy, and I got a sense that you would be a fun toy for me as soon as I saw you. I want to see you again, for free. If you want.”
Shane definitely wanted it, plus what did he have to lose from this arrangement? He nodded with enthusiasm, and Artemis reached into her purse. “Put your number in my phone. Next time, if you’d like, I’ll fuck you up the ass.”
That was a year ago, and Shane occasionally still thought about it. It was the best sex he ever had, but he never saw her again. At first he was kind of hurt and annoyed that Artemis—which he knew wasn’t her real name, although he doubted ‘Selena' was either—never texted or called him. Then he’d gotten kind of worried. What if one of her clients had hurt her, or worse? Shane went back to Tails, and the owner wouldn’t tell him anything. In fact, he denied that a dancer named Artemis had ever even worked there. Shane gave up. It was an incredible night, and he’d never forget it. But he wasn’t about to become a stalker. If she didn’t want to see him again, that was her prerogative.
Heather and Greg split up not long after Shane’s night with Artemis, and when they did, Shane’s ex spiralled out of control. She’d always been kind of irresponsible, but Shane didn’t realize her pill problem was as bad as it was. So he was handed sole custody of Jas, the only thing that had gone right for him in years. He quit drinking for what felt like the tenth time, and made a promise to himself to get therapy for the depression that had nagged him for years.
He didn’t want to raise his daughter in Zuzu City. He’d never wanted to raise her there. And as long as he allowed Heather supervised visitation with Jas once a month, the judge said he could move anywhere he wanted. Shane would just have to incur the costs of travel to bring Jas into the city to see her mother.
So he did. He applied for a transfer to the JojaMart in Pelican Town, and packed Jas up to move to the valley. They’d lived with his Aunt Marnie for the better part of a year now, and while Jas seemed to be thriving, Shane felt hollowed out inside. He didn’t know what to do with himself when he wasn’t working or trying to be a decent father. So far, he’d already broken his sobriety and his mental health was touch and go on a good day.
One morning, Marnie greeted him with her usual warmth. “Morning, Shane! I was talking to Lewis last night, and apparently the old Buckner Farm above us has been sold. So we’re going to have a new neighbour!”
Shane grunted, and started the coffee machine. He’d never made friends here. Sometimes he talked to Emily, the bartender at the Stardrop Saloon. Or his coworker, Sam, who was annoying but mostly all right. That was about it, though. There was no one here interesting enough to force him out of his silence. Shane didn't play well with others.
And he especially didn’t give a flying fuck about some new farmer neighbour.