FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Under The Quiet Moon - IV

Wind blew... rain fell... lightning flashed... and beasts ran. Selora knew all of these things to be true, but the one thing she did not know was where she fit into all of this. There were monsters in the world and a monster in her body... slowly taking control. It had attacked Geoffry, and now he might be sharing her fate. The whole town might, for that matter. One by one... taken in the night... filled with the venomous curse of the wolf-beasts who roamed these streets at night. They would win this battle. Every living person she cared for would become their prey. None were safe.

There was motion in the night. As she rushed down streets and darted down alleyways, where soldiers and beasts competed for territory. In different forms... in different places... they were all around, playing their deadly game. The animal inside was too scared to come out, but she was certain that would not protect her for long.

As she ran without direction, her feet took her to a place she once knew... but when she burst out of the ally and made the final sprint toward her home, she discovered it was surrounded by soldiers. Wind, rain, and a great deal of darkness allowed her to hide from their stares, but she knew it was only a matter of time. In her mind she retraced the events that had led her here... and she remembered there were homes where people had been taken from. Places where there would be no people... as far as she knew.

The west side of town was quiet. The street lamps were not lit and the homes had been boarded up after their owners had been taken away. So often Selora had wondered what happened to them all that they were there one day and gone the next. She never would have believed such a story as the one she was living through at this moment. The idea of creatures coming in the night was such a silly story made of fear and despair, but a story of monsters who turned others into monsters... were it not for the mirror and the shape of her hands, she might still think it was all silly gossip.

The house that she chose smelled musty and empty. The boards had been in place for weeks and were easier to pull away than she felt they should be. The shutters on the window yielded to her strength, more easily than any door would have, and the inside was filled with broken furniture. The stories about this place had said there was a fight here but she had chosen not to believe until now. A table had been broken in two and its legs were torn off and scattered about. Claw marks covered the walls and the railing along the stairs was gashed to pieces. All of this is what had generated the first stories of the creature and now that creature was growing inside of her.

It was there in that place, where all of the world was smashed to pieces, where her hope fell to dust. Tears flooded her vision as she fell to her knees and punched the ground in despair. Every ounce of her self-control had been used up and there was nothing else she could do. As the nothing of her plight and the intensity of her exhaustion settled over her, she closed her eyes and let the beast have its way.

There was very little to note, at first, only the itching between her legs and the pressure in her bones. There had already been a great deal of that, this night, and for a time it felt as if nothing would happen. But then she noticed that the oversize clothes she had been gifted were no longer too large, and the bottoms of her feet no longer complained when they ran. It was happening slowly... very, very, slowly... but it was happening none-the-less.

"Seeeloooraaa..." a voice sang her name, "where aaarrreee yooouuu?" With survival instincts flickering within, she crawled to the remains of a couch, which had been shifted a few feet away from the wall, and hid behind it. "Seeeloooraaa..." the voice sang again, "where aaarrreee yooouuu?" Terror and eagerness assaulted her at once as the voice and its owner came closer to the house. A dog-like sniff scented the window and then something crawled inside. A smell came with it, both musky and sharp. "Selora?" came the voice again... but this time she recognized it.

"El...liza...zabeth?" the name came out in sobs as she huddled against the wall, behind the couch. A tiny fire ignited in her belly, but she was so tired that she could not run. Either toward or away, she knew not which way to go, but the scent increased as the predator prowled closer.

"Selora," came the whisper from overhead as Elizabeth peered over the back of the couch. Tiny droplets of rain fell from her hair causing Selora to shiver uncontrollably. "I found you."

"N-n-nooo," she whimpered as thoughts of being torn apart danced through her mind.

"Please... you know you don't have to be afraid of me."

"Nooo," Selora cried again as she continued to cower, "d-don't hurt me... just go... just go away..."

"Selora, look at me." Something about the voice compelled her to obey. Over the couch gazed the beautiful face of the woman she loved. The same dark hair, the same full lips, the same amber eyes... and most importantly of all, the smile was the same. Elizabeth appeared as she had before, wild, dangerous, and willing to share this danger with her. It had always been Elizabeth who had dared Selora to do foolish things, from their first misadventure to their first kiss. It was Elizabeth who had sneaked out to Selora's window and found a secret place for them to play. It was Elizabeth who had bit her... and now, it was an amber eyed Elizabeth who offered her hand. Like many times in their past, Selora reached out, and gave in to the temptations that were offered.

Selora was pulled slowly to her feet and a gentle kiss was placed upon her lips before she could think through the actions she should take. The daring courage of their first kiss flashed through her mind, forcing the same whimper of surprise, concern, and raw pleasure from embracing taboo.

"I know that sound," Elizabeth whispered as they parted.

"I'm sorry..." Selora moaned as she dropped her eyes to the bare skin which shone smooth and bare in the dim light, "I'm so sorry... I should have been there for you..."

"Hussshhh," Elizabeth cooed as she held her weeping friend. "You've done nothing wrong... everything is going to be alright."

"But the beasts... and the soldiers... and Angela... oh Angela..."

"She's being well cared for right now," Elizabeth said in a motherly voice. "We'll care for you too, all of us."

"Oh, Lizzy," Selora whined as tears fell onto the shoulder of the other, "what have you become?"

"I am right now as I have always been," Elizabeth told her gently. "Werewolves are no more monstrous than the humans we spawned from, but no matter your form, you will still the same person inside. You've always known I was different... but whether or not I run on all fours and howl at the moon, I have never stopped loving you." These words spread through her, removing fear, soothing dread, depleting the power of the questions which were still on her tongue.

"But what will happen to us? How we live? What about Angela, and Geoffry, and all of the others..." Elizabeth put one finger on Selora's lips and she fell silent.

"You worry too much," she whispered in the way she always did. "Just let it happen. No struggles... no pain... just my wild blood pump through your veins."

"Liz..." Selora whispered and she drifted forward, "I love you." Their lips met and danced as they once had. Hands explored, drifting up and down their bodies, exploring each other, with a new found need. Elizabeth still felt as she should, her body, her breath, and the blood which quickened with the excitement they brought each other. "Liz..."

"Hush, love, just trust me... trust your Liz." Elizabeth breathed into her nostrils a spicy scent which seemed to muddle her mind. The will to fight and the need to resist fell away as her lover's signature smirk played across her face. Selora knew that mischievous look, and knew she had fallen into a trap. But that was a constant... a throwback to the old Liz, and with that in mind, Selora began to fall.

Down... down... through the layers of her mind. Drifting away into the eyes of the beast who gently laid her down. Upon the floor she was pinned, encased in a veil of wet hair. Again they kissed... her lover's breasts brushing her skin as wet lips moved along her throat. Light nibbles shivered through her as she anticipated the sharpened teeth to come. But the fangs did not bite and the skin was not pierced, as a single claw cut open the front of her shirt. When the fabric separated, warm lips pressed to her cold hardened nipples which melted in the warm caress. Then the mouth traveled down, teasing and licking a trail.

A sudden burst of sensation caused Selora to gasp and she discovered attention was being granted to another nipple which had not been there before. Two additional sets had formed along her belly, and being so new they had more sensation than the original two. Light wispy moans escaped as each was teased and welcomed to the world. The lingering suckles increased her desire, drawing her deeper under the spell of the beast.

Fearsome claws sliced the brown leather trousers and tore them easily apart. The garment was drawn away from Selora's body and tossed uselessly across the room. The heated breath of her lover lingered over her sex, breathing deeply the tangy aroma. When finally the tongue tip graced the moistened folds, a grateful groan crept out of her body. Familiar fingers reached into hidden places, as skilled lips and licks played their part. Waves of pleasure pulsed... lifting her to a summit where a sharp bite exploded her into an orgasm which rushed through her in all of its crashing glory.

Where before she had drawn away, now Selora pulled her lover deeper. Every suckle of lips and drawing of blood caused her to spasm in ecstatic bliss, rolling again and again through her like the coming and going of a constant tide. Immense amounts of pressure built, then released, then built again, as she tore at the floor with her claws.

An odd distortion rippled through her as the sound of cracking bones generated intense vibrations. Muscles bulged and built causing an unintentional struggle against the fangs that could not let go. The beast in her blood burned the essence of her soul until it lengthened and thickened into substance... birthing a werewolf from the human shape she once possessed.

For the briefest of moments, all motion stopped, and the jaws of her lover released their grip. A moment later a large beast pounced, and bit again, this time, into the side of her neck. Ecstasy poured through her as the last bits of her new shape slid into place. The wolf-beast ground her sex against the loins of the one who was dominating her. Submissive whimpers and expressions of vulnerability demonstrated an acceptance of alpha dominance.

Together they struggled, kneading their bodies together, nipping, and clawing, as the last of their humanity fell away. With amber in their eyes, they pushed their muzzles into each other, drawing and tasting the essence of their pack. Squirming perversely, through valleys and peaks, they came together again and again. For here in the arms of the beasts they became, they found an ancient lust that could not be denied, and venerated it with every part of their being.