Peter the Shapeshifter: Part Two (rough draft)

Peter slept in your room, and had been sleeping for at least a day now. You and Willow were trying to decide how to approach this, and if there was a possibility this could be a fake peter, or if Peter was lying. You talked with Willow for hours about everything that could be a possible and plausible reason for Peter’s sudden appearance.

“Would you go back?” Willow asked after a long silence.

You looked up from the table into her eyes and thought for a moment. “Maybe. Just to see it and confirm to myself that everything really was real.”

Willow gave a small nod. “Yeah. I think I would too. Just to see…just to know.”

Glancing towards your bedroom you thought about all Peter must have gone through since you left. You didn’t want to consider the possibility this was a trick or even a lie on his part. But you had to consider it to remain safe.

“I just want to talk to him so badly,” you murmured.

“I’m still having a hard time believing it,” Willow spoke quietly. “All these years-” She shut her mouth tight as the bedroom door opened.

Peter stepped out, completely naked. Willow turned away while you stood up to approach.

“I got you some clothes.” You handed him a bag. “I had to guess some sizes.”

Peter looked down into the bag with a sleepy expression. “Thanks.”

Your cheeks were growing warmer the longer you stood there with him. “Willow is here.”

Peter peeked up, seeing Willow standing behind you in the kitchen. “Guess I should get dressed then.” He looked you over for a second. “Been a while since-”

You nodded. “It’s okay.”

He turned and went back into the bedroom to dress. You exhaled out slowly as you walked back towards Willow as she gave you a look.

“You didn’t tell me!” She hissed.

“Tell you what?” You reached into the cabinet to get a mug and make Peter a cup of coffee.

Willow glanced towards the hallway to make sure Peter wasn’t coming and she got up real close. “That he looked…like that.”

“Like what?” You asked.

“I feel bad saying this but…but like a sexy wild man!” Willow hissed. “I was prepared. I was just expecting Peter for some reason.”

“You were expecting a child?” You laughed slightly.

Willow gave you a look and checked back to the hallway. “He’s a huge man!”

You kept your smile held back. “Who can turn into an even bigger wolf creature, so be prepared for that and not a puppy, Willow.”

Willow scowled then stepped back as Peter stepped into the kitchen. The shirt you got him was a little tight, and the sweat pants were short on him.

“Hi” he said shyly.

“Hey, Peter. What’s up?” Willo winched. “Sorry. I panicked.”

Peter smiled softly. “It’s okay.”

You set the coffee mug down on the table for him. “Do you feel up to talking to us, or do you need a minute?” You asked.

“I’m fine. I got the first good sleep I’ve had in ages.” Peter sat down at the table, tugging at the front of the shirt which stretched tight across his barreled out chest.

“Willow and I are just concerned about a few things.” You sat down at the table with Peter while Willow stood behind you, leaning on the counter.

“I heard,” Peter said as he added more sugar to his coffee.

Willow flinched and you screwed you mouth up into a tight line. “You did?”

Peter nodded. “I can also hear your neighbors right now.”

“Well shit,” Willow grumbled.

“It’s okay. I get it. I’d be scared too.” Peter looked into your eyes. “But all I can do is promise that I am not here to hurt you, Legs. I just…I wanted to make sure.”

“How did you get back?” Willow asked.

“Same way you all did before, I contacted the wizard.” Peter looked at Willow with a puppy-like expression. “But-”

“But?” Your tone turned urgent.

Peter shrugged. “I may not ever be able to get back now.”

“You’re stuck here?” Willow gasped.

Peter nodded. “Unless I can find someone who knows how to traverse through the Underneath. That’s what the wizard said at least. Someone people find it by accident, but most have to have a knowledge of it.”

“You’re stuck here then?” You asked.

Peter nodded in silence.

You and Willow exchanged weary looks, but you both were already thinking of what needed to be done.

Bit by bit, you slowly integrated Peter back into the world. You put a bed in the office for him, and you and Willow were saving up funds to get him better clothes. Peter had also asked you not to contact anyone from his past until he felt the time was right.

“I know I’m a monster now,” he said to you. “I’m not the Peter you all knew. I’m someone else. Something else.”

“I wouldn’t say a monster,” you replied.

Peter scoffed. “I’m struggling as we speak to maintain this form. I’m so used to the…other one.”

You had noticed that he was silent and tense most of the time. Like his concentration was at max. “Is it uncomfortable?”

“Kind of,” he said softly.

“It’s just me here. Willow will be gone for a few days because of work. I’ll close all the curtains and you can just relax.” You stood up, going to the windows and sliding glass door to shut the blinds and curtains. When you turned back around, the wolf was sitting there.

Large and dark, the shape was odd, but you tried to keep your fear at bay. You approached Peter, placing your hand upon his arm. “Better?”

Peter turned his head away. “I can change back.”

You shook your head. “I’ll grow used to it. It’s you, after all.”

Peter growled low in his chest. “I laughed when Willow said I looked like a sexy wild man.” He looked at his palms, dark fleshy things with thick fur on the back.

“Maybe you are. Maybe this is sexy.” You waved your hand out at him. “Did you have any admirers before?”

Peter grumbled shyly. “Do you really want to know that, Legs?”

“I’d like to know you weren’t lonely out there.”

He sighed heavily and scratched under his chin. “I wasn’t.” he then glanced up at you with those glowing gray eyes. “Were you?”

You bit onto your cheek for a moment. “Sometimes. It’s been…hard dating after what happened. Some people see you as a novelty, others think you’re a liar and they’re trying to catch it.” You shrugged. “I got used to walling myself off.”

“Because of what happened?” He seemed offended. “People did that to you?”

You frowned. “I’ve gotten used to it, I guess.”

He huffed and shook his head. “So it’s just been you and Willow?”

“Basically,” you murmured. “Eric and Mari both moved away after school, and it was easier to be around Willow than most people. Its nice being around someone who understands.”

Peter was quiet for a moment. “Do you remember the promise we made as kids?”

You smiled to yourself. “Which one?”

“We said we would marry each other once we graduated,” he chuckled. “I know it’s silly to remember such a thing.”

You shook your head. “It’s not silly.”

Peter sighed, running his hand down his body. “I used to think of what might have happened if Potter never got us, if we had grown up together.” He bowed his head down low. “I felt like something had been stolen from us.”

You placed your arms around Peter, hugging him tight. “Because something was.”

Peter’s long arms wrapped around you and he returned the hug tight. “I’m so glad you’re alive,” he whispered. “That was the only hope I had out there some nights.”

You squeezed him back, resting your face against his fur. “I understand. I felt the same some days.”

Peter let go and looked down at you. “Did you ever blame yourself?”

You nodded. “Often.”

Peter cupped your cheek in his hand. “Don’t. I did what I did to protect you. I wanted to do it. I was happy.”

You sniffled. “Were you?”

He nodded. “Saving you and the others was more important to me than saving myself. I never regretted that.”

You hugged onto him tight, sniffling into his fur.  The two of you held onto each other for a long while. Eventually it grew late, and the two of you decided to go off to bed.

You laid in your bed, eyes closed, but you weren’t sleeping. You breathed rhythmically, hoping sleep would come, but your mind was humming away at an unstoppable pace. You then felt lips upon yours, and you gasped softly. Peter pressed a kiss upon your cheek as his hand rested upon your arm.

“It’s just me,” he said.

“What are you doing?” You opened your eyes, only to see the shadow of him over you. Peter kissed you again and you returned it strongly.

Peter moaned against your lips, his hand trailing down your arm until his finger tips grazed your palm. He inched into bed, laying beside you as you kissed. His hand grabbed your hip then slowly moved up over your t-shirt. You reached out, placing your hand upon his bare chest and feeling his heart beating wildly.

“Is it okay?” He whispered.

“Yeah,” you whispered.

Peter ducked his head against your chest, coiling his arm around you to bring you closer. He laid like that for a long while, breathing deeply until his arm relaxed. You held him in return, nuzzling your cheek to the top of his head.

“You don’t need to be in this form, Peter. I’m not afraid of you.”

Peter shivered. “Are you sure?”

“I know you’re more comfortable in the other. It’s okay.” You ran your hand down the back of his head. “I want you as you are.”

He grew in your arms, shifting, changing. His long legs hung over the bed, but his arms held you tight. His fur smelled like fir trees and fallen leaves, and his skin held the coolness of a breeze. You felt him nudged at your cheek, and turning your head his tongue lapped at your lips.  He kissed softly, whimpering slightly from nerves. You returned his affections, licking him back then placing your hands upon his chest.

Peter trembled then he rose up over you on the bed. His strange fingers dragged down your chest then tugged up your shirt. He gazed at your bare chest for a moment. You heavy breasts fell to the sides and your soft tummy rose and fell as your breathing hitched. Peter’s great hands grabbed your breasts between his palms and he pressed them together, letting them go to watch them fall. He knelt down, kissing and licking your chest. His hands kneaded against you, moving down as his tongue trailed along your skin.

You arched your hips, wriggling from your underwear. You spread your thighs, letting Peter peer between them. His hands held your thighs apart, his gray eyes focused on your loins. He liked his chops and moved his hand to hover over you. His long fingers gently caressed you. His fingertips rubbed over your vulva, slowly opened the lips.

“You’re very pretty,” Peter breathed. “And you smell so good.”

You wriggled a bit from nerves, but his touch felt wonderful. “Th-thank you.”

He rubbed his hand down your leg and sighed. “May I keep going?”

You swallowed and let out a small whimper. “Yes. keep going.”

His fingers pressed gently, finding themselves greeted by a small bit of moisture from inside. His breath stopped as a finger slipped inside you. You closed your eyes, feeling the digit press inside you. You tightened around his finger and Peter breathed again.

Peter dipped down, lowering his strange heading until his tongue could reach. He lapped around your clit then around his finger inside you. You gasped softly, wriggling then tensing as his tongue worked around. His finger moved slowly, gently prodding until your wetness began to seep out. He lapped it up, moaning against you. His finger picked up speed, and your breathing became small moans.

His finger slowly pulled out and his tongue grazed over you once more. “Legs, I want more.”

You braced up on your elbows, breathing and gulping. “Then come here.” You extended an arm to him, laying him down upon you. He growled softly, licking and biting your lips as he kissed. His body rose slightly over you and you felt something against your thigh.

Opening your legs, you gave him permission to start moving forward. You whimpered softly as his tip was guided to your mound. It had a strange shape, a sort of flat tip that flared and tapered back into the shaft. Peter pressed inside, moaning loudly at the first thrust. He stretched you open, filling you to the brim.

“Holy shit,” you blurted out.

Peter went still. “Does it hurt?”

You shook your head, holding on around his neck. “No. Just…just surprised me was all,” you chuckled.

Peter breathed and shivered. “You feel amazing.”

You tightened around him to feel more and Peter let out a seductive groan. He began moving, going slowly as you two melted together. Your breath came out as moans and grunts and you were unable to hold onto your voice.

“Are you okay?” Peter brushed your hair away from your face.

“Yes, keep going. I'm alright,” you moaned.

Peter looked down, seeing where the two of you had joined. “This is amazing. I can’t believe this is happening.”

You clung tighter to him. “I know.”

He thrust deeper, making your voice choke in your throat. You wrapped your legs around him, encouraging him to move harder and faster. He read your body, able to feel what you desired most. He felt so good inside you, on top of you. His pleasured moans filled your senses. Peter was all that mattered.

It wasn’t until your alarm started blaring that you recalled anything of the world. You sat up in bed, rubbing your eyes as you reached for your phone. You moved and felt a tenderness to your loins. You looked down, seeing your naked body and a few marks Peter left on your skin.

Peter rose up from beside the bed, resting his head upon your leg.

“What are you doing down there?” You giggled.

“I was taking up too much room. I wanted you to be comfortable.” He had a soft smile upon his face, a gentle look to his eyes.

You ran your fingers through the dark fur, pushing it back so you could kiss his cheek. “I wouldn’t have minded.”

Your phone alarm went off again and you sighed heavily. “Do you have work?” Peter asked.

“I do.” You slid out of bed, the tenderness of your groin was joined by the weakness of your legs. “Hopefully I can walk around today,” you chuckled.

His eyes widened slightly. “Did I hurt you?”

You bit your lip. “Not in a bad way.”

He lowered down to you, nuzzling to your neck as you picked out your clothes for the day. “Was it nice?”

You reached back, cupping his cheek. “Very nice.”

When Peter appeared beside you, he was in human form. “I’ll walk you to work today,” he said. “If that’s okay.”

“You sure?” You asked as you got dressed.

Peter nodded. “I’d like to find a job. It may be tricky, but I’d like to do something while I am here.”

“What would you do?” You asked.

“I’m not sure,” he murmured. “I just don’t want to be a burden while I am here.”

You smiled at him and touched his cheek, brushing aside his thick hair. “You wouldn’t be. I just want to make sure you’re okay too. You don’t have to rush anything just because you and I-” Your cheeks warmed. “Because of last night.”

“I take care of my own,” Peter whispered as he came in close. “It’s part of my nature.”

You smiled softly and met his gentle kiss. “Still, take your time with things.”

“I will try.” Peter let you alone to get ready and when you were done, we walked with you to the cafe.

“Can I ask you something?” You said, coming to a stop just before the cafe.

Peter nodded. “Sure.”

“If you had to make a choice, where would you stay?” You asked. “Here, or in that other world?”

Peter hesitated. “What makes you ask that?” he said with a laugh.

“Because you spent most of your life there. More time there than here,” you said. “I would like to know, which world would you choose?”

Peter looked away, taking a deep breath as he contemplated. “The other world.”

You nodded, looking down and pressing your lips together. “Then, let's try and find a way back.”

His eyes widened.

“Maybe we can find a way to go back and forth.” You shrugged. “I don’t know. But we’ve got time to find out.” You took hold of his hand and squeezed. “I said I wouldn’t mind going back, just to see…to know.” You gazed into his eyes, feeling a comfort there you hadn’t felt in so long. You smiled softly up at him. “Maybe there is someone here in this world who knows how to find this Underneath.”

Peter swallowed. “I would stay by your side, no matter where we stood. This world or the other, both are home with you in it.”

Your heart fluttered and you placed a soft kiss on his lips. “I hate that I have to go to work now.”

Peter chuckled. “We can talk more after. But I promise, from here on out, we’re a team.”

You nodded and squeezed his hand tight. “We won’t split up this time. No matter what. You got that?”

Peter raised your hand and kissed your knuckles. “I got it.”