The Skinner

I swing my hatchet and it cuts his shoulder, blood gushes out as he falls in pain, screams so loud to almost deafen you. “You deserve this.” I pull my hatchet upward and it releases his body. He breathes faster and faster. Blood gushes out of his body. His blue plaid shirt now soaked in red. I take hold of his foot and begin to drag him back to the cabin. He struggles, but gives up after a minute. He knows he won’t win this. I tighten my grip on him and keep pulling.

We get to my plastic wrapped garage and continue inward. Blood and dirt follows us. We get to a pole and I wrap his leg with rope. I take the other side of the rope and pull him until he’s hanging upside down from the ceiling, dripping what’s left of his worthless body. I check for breathing, but nothing. “Damn it.” I say, I didn’t mean to kill him so fast. But in the end, he was terrified, knew he couldn’t get away, which is a win for me. Knowing you’re going to die. All those memories, all those unanswered questions, flowing into your mind, everything shattering underneath you.

I pull on an apron and some gloves, and cover my shoes with plastic. I rip off his clothes, and take a hose to him, to clean him of all the filth. After a minute of spraying the lifeless, fat body, I take my knife to his stomach, and cut him open. All his guts spill out. More blood spills, and he smells like shit. I put his guts in a bucket. After he’s gutless, I begin to skin him. His flesh sticking to his muscles. It takes a couple hours for this process.

*Sigh*. “You’re almost ready.” I shake my head, and pull the skin and put it in a clear container. After a moment of pushing it all in, I cover it and return back to the wretched, skinless being. I get another box, large enough to hold a body. I get a larger knife and begin to cut all of his fat, and muscle, and put it into the box. After an hour of peeling, gripping and pulling, I finally finish. Now, all I have left is a skeleton hanging from my ceiling. *sigh*. I take the boxes and put them into large freezers I have underneath my garage. They’ll be good to eat for months. My stomach growls and the thought. It’ll be marvelous. I will feast soon, but I must take care of the skeleton now.

I take each bone and break them from each other. Putting them all on a tan wrap. I get to the skull, still holding flesh, eyeballs, and his hair mangled. I rip his head from his vertebra. I hold his head by his black, gross, wet hair. It makes me smile to see a bastard like him dead. I put his head in a jar, with preserving fluid, and put it in my freezer downstairs, with my other…. Trophies.

Chapter 2

After I cleaned up last night and ate some fresh steak, I went to my soft, red plaid bed and fell asleep. I’m awake now, staring at my wooden ceiling, the fan spinning, making it nice and comfy under the sheets. I let out a loud, long yawn. As I begin to stretch, I hear something hit the floor. I sit up and pull the sheets off. I stood up and looked around, but found nothing out of order. I shrug and go to the bathroom. I wash my hands and face, dry off with a white, fluffy towel. I look at the mirror and I stare at myself. I take a comb and brush my fur into place. My ears pointing straight up so I can untangle those soft spots. My wolf eyes dark as night, my teeth nicely sharpened, my snout long, and my chest still a bit tangled. So I take a larger hairbrush thats on my right and I straighten my fur out. I’m what humans call ‘werewolf’, but I don’t really get it. After I’m done grooming myself, I go to the kitchen and put some meat on the pan. Oh who am I kidding? I take the meat and devour it before I sit at the table. All this human stuff is unnecessary. I’m a werewolf for cryin out loud. Why do I have any of this stuff? Oh, right, so I can lure in those bastards and kill them. Those ‘bastards’ by the way are criminal scum who prey on children and the helpless. I walk over to my refrigerator and gulp down a pint of water, its spills down my mouth, mixing with the bloody juice from the meat. Agh, what to do now?

After I walked around my house aimlessly, I went outside and got some fresh air. *sniff sniff* . What’s that smell? Smells like a human. I get down on all fours and run to the smell. It’s a child, and an older man. He’s carrying a fishing rod and a bucket. The girl holds onto his jacket and sucks her thumb. He’s here to fish, but the river is back south. He must’ve wandered off the path. The man looks around, trying to figure out where he went wrong. A butterfly flies past the girl and she lets go of the man’s jacket, and begins to follow it. The man hasn’t noticed and starts walking the other way. What an idiot.

His brain is fogged on where the river is, and isn’t paying attention to the child. The girl is now 15 paces away, and the man continues north. I shake my head in disbelief. I follow the child and we’ve now gotten far enough to no longer see the man. I don’t blame the child for being curious, all small animals are. She keeps walking and sucking on her thumb. I begin to examine her, and notice she’s wearing a red dress with white collar. Her shoes also white, but with a red buckle. Her short black hair in pigtails. We keep walking for another minute, then a deer walks in front of her. She looks up at the tan brown buck. It looks down at her, and flees. As it sprints away, the leaves and dust from underneath him fly towards her. She steps backward and falls onto her behind. She looks down at the ground and begins to play with the leaves. Small ones always find something to entertain themselves.

She sits there for a couple minutes, and I sit down as well. While I sit, I hear a yell from far away, barely legible. The little girl turns her head towards the yell and stands up, wobbling back and forth, then walking forward towards the man. The yelling getting more faint I make a decision. I walk to the girl and show her my face. When she sees me, her thumb comes out of her mouth and she stares at me with some sort of curious expression. “Doggy!” She says and runs toward me with her hands out, ready to hug me. After a pace or two, she gets to me and wraps her hands around my neck. While she hugs me, I begin to walk toward the man. She hold on, and walks with me, side by side. After passing fallen trees, and broken branches, we get close to the man. He’s out of breath. Water runs down his face from his eyes. The girl pulls on my fur, and I push her forward. She brakes a branch and the man hears it. “Baby? Baby is that you?” He says with a weakly voice. I pull away from her and sprint away. When I get to a tree, I turn around and see the man look at the girl. He picks her up, squeezes her and rubs her back. He turns away from me, and the little girl says “Doggy!” and points at me. “No baby, daddy. Daddy’s got you…. You scared me so much sweetheart. Where did you go?” He speaks to her like she can respond with an actual response. He holds her closely and puts his hand on her head, and cradles her.

After a moment, another human breaches the bushes in front of him. “Sir, are you alright?” The human says to the man. “Yes sir, I just got lost, and I don’t know where I am. Could you point me to the river?” He says, still holding on tightly to the baby. “Oh yes sir, I take you there.” The other man says, and they walk away. I wait for them to be out of sight before I leave. On my way home, I keep thinking of that moment of reunion, and where that girl would’ve been if I weren’t there to help. Children can be a blessing, or a curse.

Next Chapter

I’m home. Finally. I walk over to my couch, and lay down on my fluffy couch. I made it from with my own fur. Wolves shed every year, and I collected it. I stare at the ceiling once more, and begin to think about the girl. To have a child, you must have a mate. But all the females I know are taken. Though I’ve heard they are very snippy, and high maintenance. But having a mate to sleep with, have offspring with, to hunt with. I want that, and all the other males are very aggressive, and well, they don’t like me. But I have grown in the fast few years. I’m tall, and muscular. I could probably take them.

Anyway, let’s get to the matter at hand. I’m lonely. So I must go find someone to be with, that I won’t kill. I will go out tonight. I have a better chance at meeting someone at that time than now. I get up from the couch and go to my refrigerator and get a nice, sizable stake. “Mmmm” I hum to myself. “Smells good” I say licking my lips. After I take in the smell, I take a bite out of it, chew, and then swallow. Ah, what a great taste. I nose it and take another bite. No longer able to contain myself, I devour it, and lick my fingers. Yes, I am a werewolf with human like fingers, its genetic. I run the sink and drink some cold, richly smooth water. “Gah! Incredible. Now let’s go sleep until dawn!” I say turning the sink off, and walking over to my couch, once more.

I pass out on my furry couch. After a couple hours, I wake and run outside, locking my doors behind me. I take in all the smells. I catch something in the north. It’s not too far away. I get on all fours and run. The wind waving through my fur. The bounce of my body, my nails digging into the ground, I go faster and faster. I smell a female, and no males are anywhere nearby.

I slow down and I walk slowly, my stomach almost touching the ground. I creep forward. Her scent getting closer and closer, thicker and thicker. It’s an arousing smell. I get to a bush, and peek through. I’m careful to keep silent. I push forward and see a female. Beautiful white fur. She’s like me! She’s a werewolf! She’s on all fours, smelling the ground. We’re where the girl and man were. She’s trying to follow something. But what? Oh, the deer from earlier. She’s hunting. I should leave, but I want to stay. I’ve found the one, I can’t leave her.

I get closer. With all my might, I stay quiet. She raises her head up abruptly, and looks towards me. Oh no, I think she caught my scent. I begin to back up, but something stops me. I can’t leave. I need to introduce myself. So I leap forward, and I spook her. She falls to the ground and looks at me with curiosity but also fear. “I’m sorry, but I had to meet you. You and I are alike.” I say to her, towering over her. She gets up on all fours and looks into my eyes. I feel something, like a tingle, or some sort of electricity. “You and I, are the same.” She says quietly. Her eyes, they’re a light blue color. She’s so… so, incredible. We stare at each other intensely for a few minutes before we say anything.

I walk towards her. Getting closer and closer I feel something. Something telling me she’s the one, she will be my mate. I get close, very close. She stays still, letting me know she doesn’t mind my advances. She sits downs and we are face to face, nearly nosing each other. One more step. I put my nose on her cheek, smelling her scent, nuzzling her face. She stays still for a second, then pushes her face onto mine. Then moves forward and our necks rub each others. She’s so cute. I turn around and we walk together. I direct her to my house and we walk slowly. I’m taller than her on all fours, so I will most likely be taller when we stand on our back legs.

After a few minutes of walking, we near my house and I hear a grumbling sounds. I look towards the sound and it’s her stomach, she looks at me and blushes, and moves her ears downward. “I’m sorry.” She says with embarrassment. “I haven’t eaten in a while.” She looks forward to avoid eye contact. Shes hungry, so I will feed her. “I have food at home, you are welcome to eat some.” I say to her, comfortingly. “Really? You don’t mind? We did just meet.” She says to me, with her ears pointed towards me, and her nose twitching. “Of course not, I have a full stock. So don’t worry about it.” I say to her with a smile of reassurance. She smiles and we get to my front door. “Welcome.” I say standing up and opening the door for her. She stands and walks in, the I do the same. She’s beautiful, standing on fours or twos. She is definitely the one.

I walk her to my kitchen, and she sits down on a chair. Looking around curiously, we make eye contact, and she begins to blush once more. I take out a stake and put it on a plate. I finally have a use for them. I give her the steak and she licks her lips. She picks it up like a sauce pie (pizza if I’m correct with my human knowledge), and takes a big bite. “Mmmm” she hums and devours the rest of it within the second. My ears perk up and my tail begins to wag. “It’s to your liking then?” I ask her. “Yes it is very good! Wonderful actually!” She says with her tail beginning to wag as well. “You welcomed me into your home, fed me, you’re so kind, and yet I know not your name.” She says walking over to me. “My apologies, it’s Barin. May I ask of yours?” I say to her, putting my hands around her hips. “My name is Wendy. Nice to meet you, Barin.” She says nuzzling me, and then licking my face.

We start rubbing our faces together and my hands hold her hips toward mine. I look her in the eyes, and we kiss, softly, slowly, blissfully. Our tails keep wagging and her hands brush my fur on my chest. I move backwards, still holding onto her, we move to the couch, and she pushes me down. “Moving a little fast don’t you think?” I ask her while she sits on my thighs. “No Barin, I think it’s the perfect time, I want it, and so do you.” She says looking down, and seeing my boner grow in front of her hips. I begin to blush, I didn’t mean for things to go this fast, but I can’t help but be hormonal. She’s hot, and sitting on me!

My breathing gets faster and she takes her hand and pokes my boner. “Ah, don’t, don’t do that.” I say softly to her, trying to hold my breath, but she ignores me. She takes her fingers and puts them on it. “Ha, its slimy.” She says with a smile. She hasn’t done this before, that’s good to know. She may be younger than I thought. She moves her fingers up and down, it growing harder and harder as a response. She scoots down my legs and aims her mouth over my hot, red boner. She moves her head down and her mouth covers it. My stomach and legs clinch, trying not to move. It feels… Different. But, it feels good. A good kind of different. Her lips locked around it, and her tongue swirling around and around. She moves her mouth up and down, and makes a sort of, slurping sound. What is happening? This is all going so fast! Moving up and down repeatedly and I feel something coming. Something is coming but I can’t move, can’t speak, I can’t do anything! I throw my head backwards and it comes out. Her eyes almost pop out of her head, and she swallows.Woah. That felt…. Amazing! *gasp* “You… how did you….?” I stutter to her, my mind not clear. I can’t even form a sentence. “It’s okay.” She says sweetly. She crawls up to me and lays down on my chest. We lay there, hugging each other. With every heavy breath, my hot rod hits her opening. Touching her slightly and then moving away, repeatedly.She hugs me tighter, and I see that she wants it. She wants it in. I look at her, she’s blushing, and looking behind her. I lick her ear, take hold of her hips, and move her downward, slowly onto me. As she sits on my, se lets out a whimper. She hugs me even tighter, and pushes her head onto me. I start out slow. Moving my tip in and out slowly. After a moment, I begin to push her on me harder. Her head lifts up with a wail. But I keep pushing her downward. Her hands now on my chest, she stares into my eyes as we keep moving. “Let me do it for a moment” she says trying to keep her breath. She puts her hand on the back of the couch, she lifts her butt up and down. She begins to grovel. I push upward, hard, indicating it’s my turn to lead. She moves back onto my chest, putting her head next to mine. I keep pushing and she nibbles on my ear. Her breathing becomes heavier and heavier. She bites down on my ear, and I thrust upward harder and harder. She tightens up, but we keep going. She wraps her arms around my neck. Her legs clinch and she grows tighter. She begins to twitch and moan. I begin to nibble on her ear and her moans grow stronger. After another moment of moving, moaning and holding onto each other, she lets out a loud moan, moving upward, her hands on my chest, she nearly howls. After we sit and catch our breaths, she gets up and I follow. We both sit on the couch, and kiss each other. We then show another expression of intimacy, our heads together, noses and foreheads touching.

She gets up, walks to the kitchen, and drinks some water. She downs almost all of it. I get up, and wash my hands in my bathroom. I shake, letting my muscles relax. I walked to my bed and hollered “Babe, I’m going to bed, you can join me if you want!” I lay down, under my sheets, warm yet cool. I drift to sleep.