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Hunted by Moonlight, Chapter One - Hunting a Doe © Cederwyn Whiterfurr 6th February, 2012 All Rights Reserved

Birds scattered and small animals fled, as the wild-eyed kangaroo doe streaked through the forest, her long ears swept back and mouth open, as her lungs drew great gulps of air; her forelegs pulled tight against her chest and hind legs flexing - her toes digging into the loam beneath the layer of bark and leaves - before launching herself forwards in another strong hop - her heavy tail briefly touching the ground behind her. Sweat soaked her body - for hours, she had been hopping wildly, driven by fear and instinct - for she heard the snap of small branches and twigs - then the mournful howl of the wolf that loped effortlessly after her. Despite her frantic efforts - leaping over logs, across streams and even diving headlong into a river once - she could not shake the wolf who began gaining on her.

Snapping her head back over her shoulder, she risked a furtive glance - before squealing in fear and throwing herself under a log - feeling the moss covered bark scrape down her curved spine - as she exploded out the other side and resumed her panic stricken run. Again, the mournful howl of the wolf rang out throughout the forest - forcing the kangaroo to panic - and she just fled at random - trying every trick she knew to escape this predator who gained on her with every passing second. Her reserves of strength began to falter - her heart willing, but her aching muscles screaming for relief - before she ploughed through a thick row of sharply thorned bushes - and the world suddenly disappeared beneath her foot paws. How she managed to twist herself around as she began to fall, her slender arms flashing out and the stubby claws on her fingers clutching at the edge of the precipice - she did not know.

Her stomach felt like it fell to the bottom of the gorge, as she screamed and flailed, her claws scratching wildly at the cliff edge - before she used her powerful hind talons to kick at the rock-face - knowing it was her last chance - or she would surely fall to her death. Using all her mental resolve, the doe kicked, clawed and scratched at the rocks - her talons tearing at the dirt - before she somehow managed to begin pulling herself back up to safety. Her claws screeching across the slippery rocks, the doe gasped as she felt herself slide backwards - and a frantic burst of adrenaline gave her the strength to pull herself up and over the cliff edge.

Collapsing to the warm stone and dirt, the doe lay gasping and quivering - her capability for self-defence almost completely obliterated as she rested her sweat-soaked cheek against the stone and tried to draw enough air into her aching lungs. Dozens of thorns, branches and gods alone knew what else - had scratched, ripped and torn her flesh - leading to numerous missing patches of fur - or in one case, as the doe took a quick overview of herself - a long, bleeding scratch along her left leg that she hadn't even felt. Weakly, she rose to her feet, her body exhausted and spirit wilting - as she braced herself against the edge of the cliff with her heavy tail - and prepared to meet the wolf in a last, desperate battle.

It slowed as it approached - its scent being brought to the terrified doe by a gentle breeze - and it seemed to sense the doe was trapped - its ears twitching too and fro, as the wolf stealthily crept closer - savouring the chase - but the consummation of the hunt was to bring its own rewards. Creeping beneath the shrubs, the wolf froze into immobility - peering out at the doe, who stood resolute, her body still trembling from the exhaustive chase - but her ears swept forward and judging from her posture - she was prepared to make a last stand - as futile as it would be....

A predatory smile twitched the wolf's muzzle, as it crouched lower - its muscles tensing - before it launched itself - expecting to feel its powerful jaws about the Kangaroo's throat, then wrestle it to the ground and end the chase. To the wolf's surprise, the Kangaroo's paws shot out and it grasped the wolf, before spinning itself about and lifting its hind feet - the powerful legs crashing against the wolf's left flank as the doe kicked wildly - sending the wolf rolling head over tail. If the kangaroo had of been able to twist the wolf properly - she knew her powerful talons on her hind foot would have torn the wolf from sternum to tail...but it had been a move of desperation - and the kick was, at best, only a fraction of the power she could put behind it.

With a yelp of surprise and pain, the wolf rolled over and over, before crawling back to its feet and shaking itself off - warily watching the kangaroo who stared back - her eyes wide and genuine fear showing in her posture. This foolish kangaroo wanted to make a fight of it - so be it. A smile curled the edges of the Wolf's dewlaps, as he savored the moment. He crept a single step closer - watching the kangaroo doe flick her gaze from the wolf - to the edge of the cliff and back again - giving away her tactics. As the wolf leapt, he again felt the powerful kick of the kangaroo - whose deceptive trick had fooled him, and with a startled yelp, he was smashed back onto the ground - winded and confused - as the kangaroo leapt over him and burrowed through the shrubs.

Ashamed, irritated and hurt - the wolf rolled back to his footpads and snarled, before leaping and feeling his weight crash onto the back of the kangaroo - who squealed and found itself violently pushed to the ground. Realising victory was at hand - the wolf thrust his full weight forward, forcing the kangaroo even lower - her paws trapped beneath her chest - and she screamed - just as the wolf's jaws locked around the back of her throat and began biting down. Thrashing itself wildly, the kangaroo screamed and struggled - but knew the wolf had won this dance of death - and even as realisation struck - that it was surely going to die - the wolf bit down harder and the kangaroo shrieked - a loud, braying squeal of pure terror...

Suddenly, the wolf began driving its hips against the kangaroo's rump and tail - and even though it struggled and cried out - the wolf continued his wild thrusts - clasping the young doe between his forelegs as he thrust harder and harder - then with a moan of pleasure - felt her tail slid aside - and he vigorously began pushing himself against her tight cloaccal opening. With a strangled squeal, the kangaroo tried to throw the wolf off - sensing at first - the realising what was happening - she began wildly struggling - feeling the sharp probing tip of the wolf's penis being forced against her tightening vaginal opening. With a grunt, the wolf bucked his hips forwards - pushing the doe even further down - and her hips were involuntarily raised - before the wolf bit down tight on the kangaroo's neck and began thrusting harder and harder - forcing himself into the shrieking kangaroo - who was helpless to stop this unnatural mating....

*

"OW!" Cerise squealed, twisting her head over her shoulder to stare at the wolf. "Ashtail...be gentle! I don't mind playing...but...sheesh...hey - go easy back there...."

With a weak giggle deep in his throat, the wolf winced and pulled his firm grasp off the back of the doe's neck, and licked her ears adoringly, before giving a few more gentle thrusts - feeling her warm folds sliding down his penis, as he mounted her.

"Sorry my love - " Ashtail gasped, then favoured Cerise with a lopsided grin, as he nuzzled her cheek and gazed into her eyes. "I get a little...eager - especially after the chase-play. I didn't mean to hurt you - "

His ears folded flat, and he favoured her with a look of a chastised puppy, before she grunted and pushed herself upright with her paws, bracing them against the forest floor - until she was comfortable and felt her lover begin humping harder and harder - his impressive length pushing as deeply as this mating position could allow. Both of them knew, from experience, that he couldn't tie with her this way - much to her relief - as he was, by all accounts - a fairly endowed young Werewolf - and when he did tie with her - the pain often grew too unpleasant levels. As he gasped and humped for all he was worth, she splayed apart her hind legs, lowering her hips and making his mounting easier on him.

"That was a cheap move - on the cliff..." he growled, then nibbled her neck, his sharp canines tenderly grazing the flesh beneath her pale fur.

"Like that? Make you think I'm going to try and break that way - but instead - ow!" Squealed the doe, as her mate gently pricked her neck with his sharp teeth.

"Watch your kicking next time - you got a bit over-eager..." He snorted, then resumed nibbling.

"I...hey...ow- sheesh - gentle already!" Moaned the doe, as the wolf began humping harder - feeling his knot trying to force its way into the doe.

"Sorry my love - I get a little...eager - " He apologised, then pulled himself back slightly, clasping the doe's ribs between his paws as he bred her.

"I noticed - " Sniffled the doe, as she swallowed and tried bringing her exhausted breathing back under control. "I still can't believe - you fell for the oldest trick my ancestors knew - "

With a snort, the werewolf growled and nipped the doe's neck again - this time with more force. "I didn't fall for it - I let you think I fell for it - besides - if I were really hunting you...you wouldn't have gotten away - so don't go telling stories - "

Twisting her neck about, the doe snickered and touched noses with her lycan mate, who lopsided smile touched her heart, before he licked her nose adoringly. Cerise giggled and flicked her long ears, before arching her back and her lycan lover moaned, as Cerise slid herself down to his knot - before sliding back up about a half-inch and squeezing her vaginal muscles.

"Oh god - " Gasped the wolf, as he trembled violently. "Don't do that - you know what - "

"Awww...is my puppy feeling over-excited?" Cerise mocked him playfully, then repeated the movement again.

"No...don't...oh gods cerise...no...please - I...I can't..."

He bit her nape tightly, making her gasp, before he began pounding his hips against hers - and seconds later, he moaned as he began ejaculating inside her - Cerise squirming in his tightening grasp, feeling mildly disappointed in her lycan lovers lack of self-discipline. He lay on her back for several minutes, feeling his erection wilting inside her, before he sniffled and nuzzled her neck - licking away the thin trickle of blood apologetically. He hated himself for giving into his urges so readily - for often, their lovemaking like this - could go for hours - but he had been over-excited by the mock-hunt, and then when she teased him like that....

Cerise moaned and then twisted herself free, feeling her lycan lover's member slipping from her body - followed by a dribble of his sticky semen, and she rose unsteadily, before turning about and wrapping her slender forearms around his neck and cuddling him.

"My love, it...its alright - I know how excited you get and...I shouldn't tease you like that - I'll make it up to you - I promise."

He stood on all fours, his erection trembling and dribbling beneath his hind legs, as he favoured her with another of his lopsided grins, then licked her cheek gently.

"I'm sorry my love - I...I tried not too - "

Cerise nuzzled his thick mane, inhaling the scent of a well pleasured wolf, and she scratched his chin playfully with her stubby claws, making him whine like a puppy and wag his tail, his head pulling up and back, as Cerise giggled and continued scratching. It was one of Ashtail's weaknesses - one she had learned purely by accident - when they had first become lovers.

"Oh no...no...please - please you're embarrassing me...." Ashtail whined piteously, unable to stop himself from enjoying the chin scratching.

"Whose here to watch us my love?" Cerise snickered, but relent and cuddled him again.

He licked her sweaty muzzle with long, slow lathering of his broad tongue, before he nuzzled her belly playfully and shook himself. Already, he felt relieved and well pleasured by his mate - but he also felt guilty, for nothing pleased him more - than hearing this shy, gentle young lycanthrope kangaroo - squealing in marsupial pleasure - when he brought her to multiple orgasms. As he remembered what happened - all those years ago - he blinked and felt salty tears trickle down his muzzle, before he turned away - his ears flattening.

Cerise blinked, then sniffed and detected her lovers growing misery - and she rested one paw lightly on his neck and scratched gently.

"Hey...come on my love - please don't get all upset...that...that was a long time ago and...and I've long forgiven you for it...." Cerise whispered, as she nuzzled his ears.

Ashtail whined, the more he thought about what he'd done, the more miserable he'd become...for it was something he'd hated himself for...yet he was young, impulsive - and had meant to kill the kangaroo - but instead....

*

Many years ago, Ashtail was only just a bachelor juvenile - forced out of his pack, he roamed lost and confused, not understanding why the alpha had driven him out - and with no home, no pack and no money - he'd lived pretty rough for some months, often staying in his wolf form - and living on the outskirts of the human civilisation - stealing when he could get away with it - or taking the occasional young goat or lamb when he was starving and couldn't steal anything to eat. One night, he'd been lying in wait on the edge of a farmers property, watching the house with an intense gaze for hours - the scent of a young kid goat reaching his nostrils even from this range.

He had waited and waited and waited - until finally - the lights of the farmstead went out, and for good measure, he waited another two hours - just to ensure the humans were asleep. He had slinked on his belly under the fence, his golden eyes glimmering in the quarter-moon, as every sense and nerve was alert and singing. He knew what he wanted - the kid goat was surprisingly - sleeping away from its mother - and for a wolf, this was ideal pickings. He crept ever closer, keeping upwind of his prey - until he was almost within charging range...and he heard the back door creak. Caught in the middle of the paddock, he had nowhere to hide, so went flat onto his belly and waited for the angry shouts and the gunfire....

To his surprise, he heard a sleepy human voice, then the soft thud of something...strange... Flicking his ears forwards, he squinted through tiny slits in his eyelids, curious about this strange sound. It became a rhythmic thumping - as whatever it was began moving quicker and quicker. Confused and not understanding, the wolf lay as still as a statue, barely breathing as the scent of this strange creature wafted to his nostrils. His interest piqued, he risked lifting his head and gazing at where he could see this odd creature - who at first moved on two feet - in a odd hopping motion - then crouched and began nibbling the grass. He stared transfixed, never having seen a kangaroo before - and as he sized up its potential as a threat, he watched it intently - as this kangaroo would prove a much better meal - than the kid goat who slept oblivious, only a dozen yards away.

Stalking quietly, the wolf crept closer and closer - as the kangaroo moved away from the house - eventually skirting the goat pen and approaching the water trough. It dipped its head down, ears flattening against its neck as it began sipping the water - completely oblivious to the wolf who closed in behind it. A hundred feet, become fifty - become twenty-five - become ten...as the stealthy lycan sneaked ever closer - confused, yet driven by a hunger - the wolf crouched - and without warning, leapt and his full weight crashed onto the kangaroo, sending it crashing to the ground. As it uttered a piercing shriek of terror, and tried to roll back to its feet - the wolf rushed forwards - then his powerful teeth clamped like a trap around the kangaroo's throat - swiftly silencing its screams. Hot blood spurted from the deep bite wounds - and the wolf began gulping the hot, coppery liquid - it revitalised him and lent him strength, but blood was a poor substitute for flesh and bone....

Just as he was about to put his full weight on the kangaroo and kill it quickly - he heard a startled gasp, followed by a distinctive human scream. How he had never heard or smelt the human - he did not know, but his eyes snapped open and he twisted his head, his fangs scraping across the kangaroo's throat - before he saw the young human girl - who clutched at some odd human-like thing in her arms, and began screaming as she watched the choking kangaroo, whose paws clutched at its throat - from which blood was beginning to come faster and faster. Torn between his hunger and the delectable temptation of human flesh, the wolf rolled to his feet, staring from one to the other - as the girl child continued to scream in a piercing wail. It was this indecision, that nearly cost Ashtail his life. Just as he crouched and leapt at the human child - he felt the kangaroo threw itself at him, and both of them went rolling - their furred bodies twisted and interlinked - as the girl's screams finally woke her parents. Born out of desperation, the werewolf yelped and struggled, as the kangaroo kept its tight grasp on him - its short, stubby claws raking through fur and flesh - making him yelp. Again and again, he tried to fight this strange animal - who attacked with its fore-paws and then - to the wolf's surprise - the kangaroo growled and its head flashed forwards - as its sharp teeth plunged into the wolf's throat and bit down.

Agony unlike anything Ashtail had experienced, flooded his body - as he felt the kangaroo's teeth shearing through fur, flesh and muscle - then the sickening taste of his own blood as it spurted from his torn throat. Much of the blood gushed down the kangaroo's throat - and it threw its head back, gagging and choking - giving Ashtail a brief respite - and he used all four legs to kick and push against the Kangaroo, before rolling to his feet and running for his life, his tail tucked between his legs. He heard the gunshots behind him - and this just encouraged him to run even faster, as his greyish-white mottled coat vanished into the woods....

*

Pain almost beyond his ability to withstand - ravaged his body as he rolled repeatedly in a thick, clay-like mud on a riverbank, until he smeared enough of it over his badly bitten neck..hoping it would be sufficient to allow his naturally fast healing to work. He crept back to his make-shift den, and lay down, whimpering in pain and fear - his stomach twisting and knotting through hunger and adrenaline. He knew he had to feed - and soon - for his weakened body wouldn't last much longer....

His ears pricked up, as he heard a human voice, and the unmistakable sound of the strange animal - curiosity overcoming him - he crept from his lair and slinked as stealth-fully as he could, to the edge of the forest. Just a few hundred feet inside its safety - he seen a human man dragging the kangaroo by its ears; the kangaroo screaming and thrashing helplessly - and the wolf took in the scene in a heartbeat. He saw the rifle held in the humans hands - and it didn't take long to make the connection - before he knew what was going to happen...the man was going to shoot the kangaroo - who lay weak and exhausted at his feet - her eyes closed and waiting for the inevitable. She was dying -she knew that - and a part of her wanted to go on living - but the wolf's injures had been fatal - and she knew it.

Just as the human raised his rifle - something in the young lycan just snapped, and he bolted from the hiding place and leapt - his powerful frame smashing into the man and sending them both crashing to the forest floor. Without any thought or even understanding - the wolf gave himself into his fear, hatred of humans and instincts - and his head snapped down and with one savage bite, tore the humans throat out. Suddenly, his eyes widened in horror - as he see what he had done - and he pulled himself away - as the human clutched at his throat - his eyes going wide in shock and fear - before he uttered a weak, choking gurgle and collapsed - where he twitched several times - then became lifeless.

Sickened, never having taken a human life - the werewolf backed away, feeling nausea and fear coursing through his body. He had not meant to kill the human - he only meant...he didn't know what he meant - it had all happened so fast...but he knew from now on - he would never find peace, he would be hunted mercilessly. As a wolf who took a human life...his pack had taught him what would happen - and if the pack caught him...and found out what he had done - in breaking one of their most sacred rules...death would be a blessing, compared to what they would do. Turning his bloodied muzzle towards the kangaroo, he saw she yet lived - and in some twisted, sense of grief, he bit down on her slender furred neck - and began dragging her away...intending to at least try - and save her life....

*

Cassie sniffled, the tears trickling down her muzzle, as her mate whined and hung his head, knowing he had accidentally drawn blood on his beloved mate - the taste bringing back memories he had fought to banish from his mind - and as Cassie clutched at him, he pushed his head against her tender furred belly and began whining piteously, as she stroked his mane with her furred fingers.

"I never meant - " He wailed, rolling his golden eyes to look into her dark brown ones.

"I know my love...I know - come on now - you...forget it - come on, lets go home...

Giving her a weak lick of appreciation, he climbed back to his feet and nuzzled her, before werewolf and kangaroo retreated into the woods, leaving the glade in which they'd lay - silent and undisturbed....

To Be Continued