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                Maggie

would disappear at night, and I rarely questioned her on it. If I wanted to

know where she had been or what she had been doing, all I had to do was consult

the newspaper. It might have an answer in the police blotter, but more often

than not I never needed to read past the first page.

                The

mysterious murders that had been happening had been linked to one perpetrator,

but there was no evidence to point the police in any particular direction. They

certainly wouldn't think that a girl of tender years could have pulled them

off. But then, they knew nothing about her.

                She was

wily, I'll give you that. Something in her makeup made her smarter and more

cunning than most adults, especially those she hunted. One night I woke up to

her on my bed, grinning like a fool. It wouldn't have bothered me so much

except that she was in her feral form. And that grin, on that face, was

terrifying. It was clearly visible in the light of the moon streaming into the

room.

                "What's

up Daddy-O?"

                "Jeez

Maggie. Must you scare me out of my wits like that?"

                "If you

have some other method, just let me know!"

                "That's

not what I meant and you know it."

                Her

body shifted as she morphed back into her human form. "I know. I'm just feeling

frisky. It's been a good night."

                I sighed.

"Who did you kill now?"

                She

didn't speak for a moment as she licked her fingertips. There was red under her

nails. "Romanikoff."

                "Ivan

Romanikoff?" There was a new horror in my life.

                "Yep!"

                Ivan

was a foreign born businessman who had ties to the Russian Mafia. Here in the

States he led a clean life, leastwise according to police records. Everyone else

thought he was dirty, but no one stuck their noses into his business. Everyone

who did was found dead, or simply not found.

                "I hope

you have a good reason. You very well may have signed our death sentence."

                "Oh

quit being melodramatic. There would have to be someone left to sign it."

                Ivan

was known to have a gang of men under his employ. While they outwardly appeared

to be fairly normal, it was well known that they carried guns, knives and other

assorted toys. If they were all dead, it would have been a major battle indeed.  I was shaking in my nonexistent shoes, for I

was caretaker of this girl!

                "You

killed them all?"

                "Sure.

The bastards deserved it."

                "Can I

ask why?"

                "Sure!"

She asked that with all the brightness of a girl at her birthday party.

                I waited

for a response. "Well?"

                "Well

what?"

                She was

purposely being obtuse. "My question?"

                "All

you asked was whether or not you could ask. I said yes. You haven't asked your

final question."

                I

didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Why did you kill all of them?"

                "Simple.

They were disgusting bastards. Do you remember a few months ago, on the news,

about girls going missing?"

                I did.

It wasn't just here. CC cameras in bus stations and such had captured masked

men kidnapping girls. It often happened at night when it was harder to make out

anything concerning the perp's description. 

It had been going on for a while. Despite the public protests that the

police weren't doing enough, they continued to happen, often to runaways

sleeping in the open.

                "Well,

guess who was behind it? That bastard was having his men grab girls wherever

and whenever they could. They would use them for their own perverted lusts and

then ship them out of the country to sell on the black market."

                "What

did you do?"

                "What

else? I acted like a helpless little girl. I got grabbed right away. You know

me, I'm all for some excitement. And this way, I didn't have to figure out who

it was or where they were hiding. They drove me straight to Romanikoff's

place."

                "Did

you know that place has a dungeon underneath it? That bastard had room for a

hundred girls down there. They were locked up in dark little cells with hardly

any light and no windows. Cattle are treated better. As you can imagine, I was

overwhelmed with anger. I'm afraid I went off too soon, sort of like some men

do. I changed forms and tore out the throats of every man down there."

                "Did

you let the girls out?"

                "No.

They would have gotten in the way, or else raised the alarm that something was

afoot. That was something I left for the police. Besides, if they had seen me,

what would they say? We were saved by a

wolf? "

                "I

guess so."

                "I

figured they would be safest where they were for the moment. I changed back to

being me and walked up the corridor, stark naked. It got me noticed. The men

were used to dealing with cowering, frightened girls. One after another tried

to cow me or force themselves onto me. I let them try. They all ended up with

their throats ripped out."

                I had

seen enough horror shows to picture the carnage she left in her wake. I was

morbidly fascinated with her vigilante ways. She was doing things the law

couldn't, though I don't think she was ever saving them any work. She was

replacing one crime with another. You can bet my lips were going to be sealed

until my dying days!

                "How

many did you kill?"

                "Do you

think I was keeping track?"

                "I

guess not. Sorry."

                "Twenty

six! All disgusting human beings that had no excuse for being on this planet.

That left the big boss, unless I missed anyone. But I have an excellent nose,

and I found no other scents but his. He was in his quarters upstairs. The man

likes to show off his wealth. Too bad he has such poor taste. It was as flat

and immature as the girls he liked to rape. Of course, I fit the bill perfectly."

                I

gulped, sensing what was coming next.

                "At

first he yelled and screamed at me for intruding. I guess I interrupted his

snorting. There was a mirror and little lines of white powder. Then he figured

one of his men thought he might need company. I put on the cowering little girl

act again and did everything he told me to. He was a fat, filthy pig. He got

undressed and sat on the edge of his bed. He motioned for me to come over and

suck him off. I had a feeling he was going to leave a bad taste in my mouth,

but I figured I'd toy with him for a while. The other deaths had been too quick

and efficient for me to have gained any enjoyment out of them."

                "I did

as I was told and took in that disgusting organ he prized so much. I doubt any

of the other girl had any desire to do his bidding, and were probably pretty

lousy at giving head. Me, I know a thing or two. I went down on him and gave

him the sucking of a lifetime. I deep throated him, and stroked his balls until

he was shaking on the brink of a climax. Then, right when he was ready to let

loose, I squeezed his balls into jelly and removed his offending organ in one

bite. He was so preoccupied that he never noticed I had changed. "

                My

hands went instinctively to my crotch. She laughed. "You're safe! Anyway, he

screamed and fell to the floor, as blood poured from his severed organ. He was

in pain and fighting to get his breath. I sat down in a chair and watched him

writhing for many minutes before he passed out from the pain and loss of blood.

I snapped a rubber band around his stump and kicked him awake. He was still in

pain of course, only now he was faced with me. The feral me. He had no idea

what had happened, and I still think, in his drug addled brain, that he thought

he was having a nightmare."

                "That's

when I finally killed him. I did it slowly and painfully. I gave him every

scrap of pain he had dealt to others, and I did it with relish. When they find

his body, what's left of it, it'll take his dental records for them to identify

it properly. "

                "So now

I'm back home and I still don't feel satisfied. Have you got anything for your

little girl?"

                The

only good answer was yes. I got out of my pajamas and moved to the side, she

plopped down with a grin. "I'm glad this relationship is working out Mr.

Peterson. This is so much more fun than the other foster homes. "

                "This

isn't foster care anymore Maggie. I'm your adoptive father."

                "Well

then daddy, do me now! A little incest can go a long ways!"

                I

should have been put off by that word, but I wasn't. I guess I knew it wasn't

really true. But I still had problems with her as a human girl and she knew it.

                "Look

you silly man. I'm not going to always satisfy your peccadilloes. I'll change

again, but one of these days I'm going to put my teeth to your throat and make

you do me like a little girl. You should try it. You might like it!"

                That's

what I was afraid of. If we got used to doing this as human and human, how

often would I be seeking out her company? For that matter, how long would it be

until she and I began sharing a bed together? 

My head was so mixed up I gave up thinking. As it was she was converting

to her werewolf form. This time however, it wasn't completely feral. Her arms

were more like arms and her legs were more like legs. And her nails,

thankfully, were almost entirely human. Her face was still girlish, but with

fur and wolfish overtones. She was like something from a movie, or a Hollywood

Halloween party at the house of a markup artist.

                Her

voice was deeper and more menacing, even if she wasn't trying. "How about this?

It seems to me to be kinkier than just getting it on with the human me, but

whatever floats your boat."

                She

turned and wagged her tail end in my face. I was wondering what she was doing

when I felt her lick my cock. Her story was fresh in my mind, so I sort of

flinched. She didn't move, but I could hear her snort. "You're safe, father of

mine. I told you it was over way too fast. I say we have a good long fuck."

                I relaxed

as she began to suck me off. I was left staring at her backside which was very

much canine looking right now, except for the rounded buttocks. I had never

ever thought about giving oral sex to a dog. She was right, I was going to have

to adapt to the ever changing situation. If she had been human, I would have

had no problems licking her out. But now? I closed my eyes and gave her a

taste.

                I was

mildly surprised. She was a bit gamey, but pleasantly so. I grabbed her hips

and pressed her down on my face, ignoring the hairs tickling my cheeks. I heard

her growl with pleasure as my tongue raked across her crotch, and her feet dug

into the sheets as she pressed down even harder on my face.

                I could

see why the Russian had lost track of his surroundings. She was working me over

like a true pro, allowing my length to penetrate her throat with an ease that I

found irrationally delightful. The more pleasure she gave me, the more I tried

to return. We got to a stalemate when my licking caused her to seize up,

getting me a brief bite from those formidable front fangs. She didn't break the

skin, but I eased off, giving her time to collect herself.

                She

finally grew tired of this deadlock and pulled off, stopping one more time to

curl her tongue around my cock. She turned and sat on my lap. "That was fun,

but I think that I need something a little more, shall we say, solid."

                I doubt

there was a dog, or wolf, or any other canine in the world who ever had sex

like this. I couldn't even picture two dogs going at it like this, with the

female on top, but then, I was human. And I couldn't I imagine a human and his

pet doing anything like this. I told you this was mind boggling!

                She

settled in, wiggling on top of me, trying desperately to get me inside her. I

let her go; not wishing to make her angry, but in the end I put my hand down

there and guided myself in. I heard a contented growl rise from her throat. "Oh

yeah. That's nice!"

                She

immediately went into a flurry of action, literally hopping up and down on my

pelvis. Her furry little lips were stretched tight around me, and I wondered if

that was something she did on her own. Despite her violent ways, it seemed that

if she liked you a lot, she would go out of her way to be accommodating.

                Over

the next few minutes her movements slowed down and became purposeful. She was

literally pumping my organ (no pun intended) and seemed to be working very hard

to reach a spot inside her body that really needed attention. She finally found

the perfection position and lifting up with her legs and leaning back, rubbed

it using my tool for the job. I could feel the spot as it was more solid and

less pliant than the rest of her.

                I knew

it could only be one thing. Her cervix. She was too young to have such needs,

but here she was. I had a lot to learn about lycan anatomy, largely because it

was so variable between extremes. Regardless, she was working herself over me

with a rapturous look on her face. I was equally enraptured with her, just

watching her fluid movements as she strove to free the sexual beast

within. 

                When

her movements picked up speed again, and with it the depth of her hip thrusts,

I hung on to the bed and prayed she would remember it was me. Her hands had

developed claws, and they were now sticking into my ribs as she let out an ear

piercing howl.  She let loose such a wave

of animal lust that as it washed over me I began to understand the primal urges

that lay rule over her life.

                Once

she relaxed, I felt it was time for me to finish. I was in no way going to

compete with her when it came to who was in control. My ribs were smarting, but

I blocked the pain and slammed her down, stirring her up again. She responded by

emitting little yips and growls. I got completely absorbed in what I was doing.

Therefore, when I finished, blowing a wad deep inside her, it was only then

that I noticed that she had reverted to human form. I wasn't even angry.

                I

pulled her in close. "I think I love you Maggie."

                "I

think you do too. Which is just as well."

                "What?

Why?"

                Her

hands rubbed across my face. "Because I love you too!"