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Hunters Moon New Moon Rising

Chapter Nine

Katie and James returned home, both shaken at what had happened in those woods. What started as an innocent hunting trip, a coming of age for young Jack - had turned into something they would never speak of. Who would believe they had met sentient, talking Deer? Who would believe them when they said the Deer consented and made love with them? Nobody - that was sure - nobody who wouldn't think them as raving lunatics and seek to have them laughed at at best, or committed at worst..

They knew _somehow_they had been fortunate - blessed even - to have met one of the unnamed and unimagined horrors in the world - and they both realised just how fortunate they were to survive this strange, enigmatic encounter.

They sold their hunting equipment, swearing they would never take up the sport again. Friends and family asked why, and Katie just said it wasn't for her and James, they'd come to appreciate nature in all her glory - and it had left an indelible mark on both of them.

*

Months past eventually, Jack seemingly putting the nightmares he'd suffered at first behind him - but Katie's mind was still haunted and troubled. Whilst flicking through the pay TV channels one night, she paused on a wildlife documentary, purely out of random chance. It was a documentary on the courting and breeding behaviours of Whitetail Deer. Katie's eyes widened, as she become lost in the documentary, her fingers gripping the TV remote until her knuckles turned white. As Katie seen the Stag court and mount the Doe, memories flooded her mind, as she remembered the Stag had taken her and made her his doe - multiple times...

With a deep shudder, Katie threw the remote at the TV, which sparked and frizzled before going dark, the screen looking like someone had punched it and the remote exploding into sharp fragments of plastic.

*

Something buried deep inside Katie begins to awaken, coming to sentience and rising awareness. It had lain dormant, as it slowly began to become aware, piecing together its existence a little each day, as it insinuated itself like a virus throughout the unsuspecting humans body.

*

Katie's mind wandered, she couldn't help it. Memories, feelings, urges that weren't her own, flooded her mind as Katie sat at her desk, the paperwork and reports piling up, as she sat like a mannequin, her eyes glazed and unfocused.

"Katie!" A voice snarls loudly, and she gasps and jumps, before her eyes focus and she stares blankly for a second at her boss.

"Yes sir?" Katy stammered.

"Mind yourself young Doe - " He snarls at her.

"What...did you say?" Katie moaned, eyes widening.

"I said," He roared at her, getting in her face, his own turning red with his anger. "Get your head out of the clouds and re-join the human race! I need those reports done and on my desk in an hour!"

As he stormed off, Katie blinked and shuddered, before her mind refocused and she buried herself back into her work.

*

After what felt like an eternity, she returned to her home, slamming shut the door, dropping the letters and keys on the hallway table, as she sighed and began unbuttoning her blouse and kicking her shoes off.

Katie realised the house was silent and still - her son, James, must be out with friends. For months, he was sullen and withdrawn, waking scared half to death by the nightmares he suffered. Both her and him had talked it over, and it had seemed to help - now, he was out with friends and who knew when he would be home - not that she worried too much.

Katie slumped into her favourite recliner chair, before sleep claimed her exhausted mind. Her dreams were fragmented at first, and as she slept like the dead, before her dreams coalesced into something more substantial and disturbing...

*

She imagined herself as a Doe, a feral doe - she could smell the clean air, the scents of the trees and the buzz of the insects as she grazed happily. Suddenly, there was a deep bellowing roar, and her head snapped up, ears twitching as she scented the air.

From out of the scrub come a large, majestic buck - his twelve tined antlers trashing at the branches, before he trotted over to her and began nuzzling and licking at her rump. Katie's tail flagged, before she grunted in surprise, feeling his tongue probe under the tail and lick sensuously at her labial folds. Her tail snapped upright, as the Buck grunted and nuzzled her.

Without thinking, Katie's hind legs splayed out and she crouched, hr tail held high as the Buck leapt up onto her back, licking at her neck and shoulders, his firm length poking and twitching before he found the labia and then suddenly, he thrust himself forwards with a sharp lunge. Hot semen flooded her vaginal passage as instinctive muscles clamped down on the stags length, before he grunted again and dismounted, giving her folds another lick as he tasted her juices and his own semen.

Katie loved the wild rutting, yet it is over in seconds. Frustrated, she bleats at him, before he licks her again and leaps back onto her back, again thrusting awkwardly until her legs flex and he drives himself to the base of his sheath again, giving her another explosive release of his thick semen inside her. Katie gasped, feeling him slide backwards, before dismounting her again then leaving her frustrated and unfulfilled. He seemed no longer interested in the doe, as he roars again and begins walking away, disinterested and bored with her.

*

No, please...I need you... Katie cries out in her dream.

Somewhere deep within her mind, the Therian has waited and watched for this moment - it then gives in to its true nature, and takes her body and soul in a heartbeat. Her human psyche is wiped away, as the Therian she has become, asserts itself and its dominance over her weak human mind.

Katie's eyelids snap open, before narrowing into mere slits. Experimentally, the Therian flexes her fingers, both disgusted and horrified at the human form it inhabits. With a snarl, it starts tearing and shredding the human clothing, its rage growing moment by moment.

"Such constraining useless garments I have no need of such things!" Katie growls, her voice still her own - but any trace of the human she once was - is completely erased as the Therian seizes the final control.

Naked, Katie walks to the window, before gazing up at the huge, silvery moon, that hangs heavy and pregnant in the night sky. Her Therian feels its pull, and obeys it command. Katie closes her eyes, before she shudders and her body begins the agonising transformation from human into a form more pleasing and useful - that of a half-human, half Whitetail Doe...

*

James returned home about 10pm, quietly creeping into the house and shutting the front door behind him. As he moves down the hallway, he begins to wonder - as the house is in complete darkness. Usually, Katie leaves a few lights on if she goes to be early - but tonight - there's...

His boots crunch on something, and using his smart phone's torch app, he looks down at shattered glass.

"What the..." He blinks, then lifts the phone, seeing deep scrapes across the wallpaper, plaster and even the drywall behind it torn away.

"Mom?" He calls out, growing afraid and fearful.

As he carefully ascends the stairs, heading to her bedroom - he see's the damage is even greater here. Even the carpet is ripped and torn, like someone drove through the house with a rotary hoe. A low, almost imperceptible growl comes to his ears, and he pauses, lifting the phone up.

He see's something_at first, his mind can't believe it - black cloven hooves look at him, then he see's the warm brown of fur...then he tries to scream, as this _thing moves with terrifying speed and the phone is knocked away, shattering against the wall as powerful furred fingers grip him by the throat and silence him.

Kicking and choking, he feels himself pulled along like some child's toy, he's incapable of resisting, it overwhelms him. Dragging him into his mothers bedroom, it twists itself and he's thrust against the bed, his knees folding as he falls backwards onto it, gasping and coughing.

He catches the barest glimpse of the figure, before it straddles his lap and tears his jacket and t-shirt to pieces.

'What..." Jack wheezes, eyes widening as the moonlight illuminates the muzzle, then the eyes sparkle green as they reflect the moonlight. "No..."

His mind reels, as he remembers the Doe in the woods - yet this isn't some wild, feral doe - this is an...a...

He grunts as she shreds his jeans as if they were nothing more than rotted silk, almost bestial in its ferocity and desire. He feels a warmth spread over his groin, as the Therian sighs in frustration, trying to arouse the terrified human, so she can mount him inside her.

As she grunts and pins him to the bed, he feels her incredible vaginal warmth pressed against his penis - and despite his fear and pain - his body betrays him quickly. In moments, its erect and trembling - seeking the source of the warmth it mindlessly twitches against. Katie sighs in pleasure, before using one paw to wrap around his impressive length, lifting it up as she straddles his hips - then without care or compassion, it mounts him to the base inside itself, as Jack's mind reels and he gasps uncontrollably. Warmth like the feral doe floods his mind, washing away his senses as he feels her squirm and push down harder as her vaginal walls begin squeezing and rippling, seeking to bring him to orgasm quickly.

Sighing in pleasure, Jack's mind is lost to rational thought, as he feels the tight ,wet folds working his member from penile head to base, the ache rising in his scrotum in time with her muscular contractions.

Just as he suddenly bucks against her, the hot jets of his orgasm flooding her body, the Therian growls in anger and frustration.

"Insignificant little buck..." Come the low, quiet growl as the Therian was frustrated with their mating.

Leaning forwards, the Therian began to lick and slurp at his exposed throat, as Jack grunted and thrust beneath her, lost in the pleasures. He'd never experienced an orgasm so intense in his life - not even with that doe in the woods! As he gasped and his head tilted back, the Therian grinned, its lips curling back and exposing its sharp canines. Jack began to orgasm again - he couldn't help it - right as the Therian lost its patience.

It curled its lips right back, teeth and gums exposed and dripping saliva, before it twisted its head to the side and the powerful teeth snapped down with crushing force. Jack began choking, as it easily crushed his windpipe and severed both arteries, the blood spurting down the Therian's throat as it bit deeper, lips pressing against the wound.

Gagging and convulsing, Jack's terrified heart thudding against her chest, the Therian keeps its cruel hold on him, as his struggles quickly grow weaker and weaker, his heart forcing the blood out of his body and down the Therian's throat. It holds him with its paws and jaws, until at last, his convulsions cease and his lifeless body lays beneath the Therian.

Dismounting him, she wipes her paws across her muzzle, then sighs softly. She is hungry, oh so hungry - and with food so close at paw - she decides whilst the dead humans body is still warm...she will eat, and eat well...

*

Four hours later, she kicks open the back door, smashing it off its hinges, before she dissapeared into the moonlight, like a wraith...stalking her next meal, as the man child was delicious, but wasn't sufficient to fill her belly.

*

Weak human filth only good for food! Drink, feed! The night is young and we are hungry oh so hungry Comes the thoughts of the Therian, shifting to her feral form in a dark alleyway. It isn't quick, nor is it pleasant, as muscles and bones tear and flesh twists and moulds itself.

"What's...what's that..." Comes a drunken slur, as a mound of refuse and filth moves in the darkness.

Snapping her head up off the ground, the Therian's excellent night vision locks gazes on the homeless bum who gazes back. Even from here, the stench of him makes the Therian nearly gag, the cheap alcohol he'd bombed himself with almost as powerful in its displeasing scent.

"Hey...Bambi - " He slurs...

Its the last thing he'll ever do...

*

It takes him easily and quickly - he is old and weak, she is young, strong and filled with a savagery and blood-lust that is unrivalled. As her teeth tear at his flesh, he screams and tries to fight her - but it is over all too soon, as the Therian tears his throat open and guzzles his blood like its fine wine.

Suddenly, her head snaps up, blood and saliva dribbling from her muzzle, as she growls, her ears pinning back as she startled at the human who is illuminated at the end of the alleyway. Her sensitive hearing hears another, then another - suddenly there comes the sharp metallic tang of metal - a metal all Therian's have so deeply imprinted into their genetic memory - silver -

"So, the witness was right! There is a Therian loose in town!" Speaks the figure at the end of the alley.

Rising, the Therian snarls in rage and hatred, its eyelids closing to mere slits, as it starts trembling with anger barely held in check.

"Patheti...." Growls the Therian.

Agony suddenly makes the Therian scream, as she drops to the ground. Unimagined pain tears up her leg, making it feel like its being burned by acid, as she snaps her head down to see a cruelly barbed crossbow bolt has been shot through the leg just above the ankle.

Dragging itself upright, the Therian snarls defiantly, and takes a half step,

before it shrieks again and another bolt tears through the front leg, then another - taking her hind legs out from under her. Shrieking in agony, the Therian writhes on the ground, pain building on pain, as she feels the silver sear her flesh whenever it touches. With only one leg - she knows she's caught and helpless - they've caught her - and realisation slowly spreads over the Therian's muzzle and eyes.

"No..." She moans, watching in horror as a young raven haired woman approached her. "I'll fucking kill you, all of you! You hear me? I'll tear you open and feast on your entrails! You'll beg for me to end your..."

As the woman steps closer, she makes a strange gesture, and the Therian's voice is silenced - even her breathing - as powerful magicks seize her, rendering her helpless and silent.

"It is safe, this beast can no longer harm or threaten anyone. She is bound by both silver and magick. Now, bring the van, we will soon find out all that this Godless beast knows..."

*

A hood thrown over her head, the Therian has no idea where it is brought, only that the van drove for an unspecified time. It is shackled and carried, upside down, lashed to a thick pole, and carried somewhere it does not know, but the smells are of blood, fear and other undefinable scents. It is left lashed to the pole, that is held up off the floor, before the footsteps recede, leaving the agonised Therian hangings, her legs burning with insufferable pain from the silver bolts and the unnatural position.

*

In a unnamed estate a woman walks down brightly lit halls passing display cases with recessed LED lighting within them the polished skulls of various Ascended that had the misfortune to wind up here. Passing a lupin skull before pausing a moment to look upon a Red Deer Doe's skull thoughtfully before moving forward as she walks she remembers that night decades ago when she was a mere apprentice witch barely educated and that Fèidh beast that scarred her body.

She was there that night, watching with glee as the Lupid passed seeing the sorrow in the Does eyes at her mates passing. Glee and excitement as she watched the Fawn get strung up before being burned with the silver coin that claimed his sire. Suddenly, there was a brilliant flash of Fèidh magicks. She was far enough away not to be killed outright, like the others who were closer - but she did not escape without horrific burns over much of her once beautiful body.

Her face burned and scarred by it a reminder to this day of that fated event, what happened to that fawn a mystery. It being presumed the Magicks destroyed him to spare him from a worse fate for no trace was ever found but the heads of his parents make good trophies in their display cases.

She continues walking the hall passing many more such trophies the various Anthro hides tanned and displayed in LED lit cases of their own before reaching her office at the end of the hall.

Inside a computer at a tidy desk on the side a bookcase full of books some very old others much newer as she sat at her desk a soft knock is heard from the door behind her.

"Enter." She snarled, obviously exasperated at the interruption.

Quietly, the the young raven haired witch enters head bowed in respect.

"Ahh Esmeralda! You may enter freely my apprentice you need not worry about decorum here have I not told you this before?"

"Yes Mistress, you have many times."

"One day you will listen to my words!" She sighed, then typed something on the keyboard, before locking the computer and turning her attention to her apprentice. "So tell me what brings you to visit?"

"We have captured one of the beast's, milady. Therian I believe, it appears she is a changed one and tonight was her first."

With almost apathy, the old Crone snorted, waving a gnarled, liver spotted hand. "I see, this is a concern, not to _me_personally, buy by all counts they should be all gone, wiped from the earth! We hunted them for their flesh and blood and bones centuries ago. How...interesting, yes...our Enclave was wiped out in Australia, a little over a week ago!"

"Mistress, the entire - " Stammered the Apprentice, eyes widening.

"Indeed...they got - overconfident - and didn't realise the Therian's, Kangaroo's - had been so secretive, breeding and hiding for centuries - until they grew in sufficient numbers to overrun and murder the entire Enclave."

Pushing herself back from the desk, the old crone snorted, then raised an eyebrow. "Come let us find out all it knows..."

"Of course, mistress - " Whispered the Apprentice, as she followed meekly in her teachers wake.

To Be Continued...