Yamcha's Journey (4)

Yamcha, puzzled by the confusing sight, dropped his guard. "What's wrong with that name?"

The man, laughing, wiped tears from his eyes in preparation to answer. "Did you come up with it yourself?" 

Yamcha nodded, and the man fell down on his hands and knees, pounding the ground. It was at this time a gorgeous woman wearing very short shorts, and a simple wrap covering her chest, walked out of one of the houses. She had another noticeable quality about her, well, if one wasn't staring at her exceptional physique. 

The woman yawned and then with a cold, wild glare she spoke. "Hey, idiot, why are you making so much noise so early in the morning? You may be young but you should know better than to make such a racket after a full moon." 

The man, sensing a flood of fear washing over him, shut his mouth and assumed an apologetic prostration. "Please forgive me, my lady. This random visitor came by and, pfft, called his move the, pfft pfft, ahahaha-" 

The sound of a whack and then a crack rang out as the woman stepped on the man's head with a wild grin. "Are you going to apologize or laugh?" 

The man through muffled words spoke. "My apologies, my lady."

"Good, that wasn't hard now was it? Now, it looks like fresh meat delivered itself to us. And he's handsome too, I could enjoy him for a few days. Well, that was a while ago, our diet has changed. So stranger, what do you want?" 

Yamcha, feeling the overwhelming wild side radiating off this barely clothed woman, then noticed the fluffy tail. "Huh, you have a tail?"

The woman, confused. "Of course I have a tail! I'm a werewolf for crying out loud. Now explain your business here! I'm getting impatient."

"I'm on a journey to improve my skills as a martial artist. My signature move, the wolf fang fist."

The woman's face bulged slightly, and then she started laughing. "So you're the one the guardian wolf spirit mentioned. The daring idiot who used such a name without permission." There was a cold eerie silence for a moment. "Fine, you can stay and practice as long as you like. But you had best keep that thing to yourself. You hear me? I won't tolerate you approaching any of my girls." 

And so, Yamcha stayed in the Werewolf village. He practiced his techniques and grew more adept at the technique. After several months in, he had witnessed the transformation under the moonlight, more than enough times to see the whole process. At first the sight terrified him, a village full of bipedal wolves. What's more, is that not a single one of them were weak. If I had fought any of these guys when I arrived, I might have been killed. Such a powerful increase… Though, something about it feels weird. 

One day Yamcha couldn't help but sate his curiosity. However, there weren't any men awake at this time. "That's odd, why aren't there anyone but the women awake? And why is that one casually walking around wearing nothing?" He blushed. "It was much louder than usual last night too." 

"Oh, that's because last night was the first full moon of our mating season. It's normal for the men to be more exhausted than usual." 

"Huh!? Wha wha!?" 

"What's wrong? Don't tell me, you're embarrassed? You really shouldn't expect all groups to follow your preferred way of life. We feel that such fabrics are only useful as restrictions." 

Yamcha's head currently felt like it was spinning, and he fell to his side. The werewoman had been coming onto him quite hard. And others who saw it just snickered waiting for their chance. By the time Yamcha came too, he realized in an instant his head was on something soft. And his eyes saw the leader growling at him. 

"I told you! No coming onto my girls!"

"Huh, what's going on, I'm so confused."

"Well, now, Yamcha, what were those questions you oh so clearly had?" 

Yamcha tried to get up, but realized he was stuck. This woman's grip is impressive. What is she using to hold me down like this?

"Stop acting already! Get your head out of my girl's lap, NOW! I'm not going to let her fall victim to you like you made that last woman you slept with!" 

Yamcha, confused and now terrified seeing the transformed claws appear, sat up. "How… How did you know about that, I never said anything about it?" 

"The Wolf Spirit knows all about all wolves, and those who use his name. You sire a son with a woman, left her, and now you still haven't gone to see your own cub. How could I ever let you near any of my girls knowing this. You're not going to get any closer." 

The younger werewoman, hearing this, stood up in a fit. "He really did all that? No wonder he can't even assume a wolf-like appearance. He's too weak minded to handle the guardian's power." She stormed off making her walk look as enticing as possible, just to tease the man that would never get a taste. 

"You're right. I can't refute it. I'm weak. I've made the decision to entrust my son to the care of his mother, and my friends. I'm not worthy of being his father, that is why I sought you out. I hoped this place would lead me to improve… But now I only have more questions." 

"Then you've grown more wise during your stay here, than you even realize. Even so, NO TOUCHING MY GIRLS!"

Yamcha gulped. "Yeah, I will try my best to refrain from such actions. But could I ask something? … I've seen all of you transform a few times now. And it seems like there's a difference in the strength of the form. Why is that?" 

The woman smirked, and wagged her tail in an unusual pattern than before, clearly giving a hint. "Hmm, the easy answer is right before your eyes. Once you're able to see it. The answer will come to you naturally." 

And then Yamcha began to study the werewolves more closely. Eventually he came to the realization himself, it was like a massive epiphany and he even heard the sound of someone saying "good boy".