{"sf1_id":749164,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Into The Darkest Shadows","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":1883,"posted_at":"2014-08-26T14:09:00.000Z","tags":["Adolescent","Girl","Human","Human male","M/F","Pseudo-Rape/NC","Sneak Attack","Vaginal","Werewolf","night"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/749164-into-the-darkest-shadows","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/749164","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=749164\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#4 of The Moonrise Chronicles","content":"                Hi! I'm\nMaggie Peterson, formerly known as McGill. \nI'm not your average girl. Oh, on a good day I can pass for the average\nadolescent, but most of the time I'm quiet and reserved. That's because I watch\neveryone. Call it the predator instinct. I size up each person I come across.\nUsually that takes mere seconds, but on occasion I spot someone that I think\nwill make an excellent meal, or maybe even something more primal. Tonight I'm\nstalking a man that fits my needs perfectly. And he'll never know what bit him.\n                I\nfollowed him to the places he went, keeping an eye to make sure he didn't slip\naway. He didn't know I was following him, and I wanted it to remain that way. I\nknew his habits, and I had picked out a perfect spot for the attack.\n                In\nferal form I can pass for a mangy dog. If you get too close, you'll see I'm not\nand wish you'd never laid eyes on me.  In\nfull transformation, I looked like hell incarnate. Red eyes, sharp teeth and\nclaws, black and gray fur. There was only one person I had met that seemed to\ncare for me regardless of how I looked. He was a good man through and through.\nHe was willing to go to great lengths to make me happy, but sometimes you just\nhad to do what you had to do. Instinct overruled common sense sometimes. \n                I\nfollowed my future victim as he made his way down half-lit streets, through\nparking lots and occasionally diverting through business buildings. I couldn't\ntell if he knew I was there or if he was just wisely taking a well lit path. In\nthe end, it would n'tmatter. I would have my prize. \n                He made\nhis mistake when he finally diverged from his path of safety and cut through a\nlittle park. Parks were dark, and home to all sorts of lurkers. Any more, they\nwere few and far between. They lived in fear of their lives anymore, and most\nfound living an honest life let them live longer.\n                As this\nfellow headed for a well worn path leading to the next street, I made my move.\nI bounded over the distance with silent stealth and tackled him to the ground.\nI immediately smelled the fear exuding from his pores. It made me all wet\ninside. Oh, I don't just mean there. The saliva was running out the sides of my\njaws too. \n                I\nclamped my jaws over his throat, but I didn't bite down. I had plans for this\none. I don't give a damn about your preconceived notion regarding my age and my\nactions. If I was a little girl and that alone, I might bend to your moral\nideas. But I was half wolf, and as such I danced to a different tune. If you\nwant to judge me, try being me for a while and see how that goes. \n                This\nguy wasn't the usual sort. If he was, I would have let him come to me. I always\nhated the part in trying to get them undressed. A male was quick enough about\nit when it was his idea, but when cornered and scared, they became quivering\nlittle pansies. I let loose his throat long enough to speak. \"Get undressed!\"\n                My\nteeth clamped back down, inhibiting his speech. He was wise, this one. He undid\nhis belt and unzipped his pants. I moved enough for him to get them off. His\nshirt I didn't really care about. What I needed was exposed and now I had the\ntask of working his manhood into a usable shape. Limp just didn't work well for\nwhat I wanted.\n                I might\nhave considered giving him a good time before I was finished with him, but if I\nlet go of his throat, he'd have his voice back. I didn't want screams, or even\npleading small talk. I wanted what I wanted and that was that.\n                I\nsettled down on top of him, my body at an odd angle to my neck. I wasn't letting\nup for a moment. I made adjustments my anatomy, creating a crotch that was more\nakin to my human one than a wolf's. A wolf's was tighter and more compact, thus\nmaking sex with a less than willing partner more difficult. I was wet with\nexcitement, and I vigorously rubbed myself the length of his cock. \n                It\ndidn't take too long for the thing to engorge. It rarely did. The male body was\ndesigned for it. It didn't matter if it was your first time, or if it was going\nto be your last time. A cock had a job and this was it. I let out a little\ngurgle of joy as I felt it rise to the occasion. \n                You\nsee, in wolf form my body was old enough to have gone through the change from\ncub to adult. It tended to carry over to my normal form as well, which made for\nsome uncomfortable problems at home. I believe you have an idea what I'm\ntalking about. My new father was still getting used to the idea of having a\ndaughter who was more than met the eye. Sometimes I had to take matters into my\nown hands. Or paws. \n                I\nrather wished I could let go of his neck. It would make this so much easier. I\nreleased my grip and stared him in the eyes. \"Look. I'm going to get what I\nwant. You're going to give it to me. After that, things are negotiable. If you\nmake a fuss, I might have to get rough. So don't say a word, got it?\"\n                He\nnodded. That was good. I had not been able to get a good scratch in my privates\nfor a little while now. Father was busy, and I had to force ways of making my\nown fun. He was a good man, but there were times when his busy schedule\ninterfered with our life. And look where that left me. \n                I found\nit easier to forgive when I could get what I wanted. I was now in that\nposition. Literally. I worked myself over and onto this cock like a whirlpool\nengulfing a ship. He groaned a little, but whether from fear or from pleasure I\nwasn't sure. I didn't care. This was for me.  \n                I liked\nbeing on top. It made me feel dominant. I preferred feeling in control of my\nlife, even though I knew that I was still very young. In a human world, my age\nmade more of a difference to people than I think it should have. But then, I\nwas nothing like the mewling little fat cheeked girls at the school. All they\nwere good for, in my opinion, was growing up to make equally mewling, fat faced\nlittle babies. I had greater aspirations. There were many levels to being on\ntop.\n                Of\ncourse, it also allowed me a better chance at guiding a man's cock to just the\nright places. You have no idea how bad my itches got. If you've ever had a bug\nbite that swells and burns, then you begin to know what I had to endure. It wasn't\nalways that bad. It was more cyclic, but when it struck, there was little to be\ndone for it except get in there and scratch it.\n                I let\nout an uncharacteristic \"oooh\" and ground down until I was flat against his\npubic hair. I pressed my hips down, and when that wasn't enough, I gripped his\nsides with my knees and pushed even harder. I wanted it all in and I wanted it very\nbadly. I squeezed my internal muscles, clamping down and then pulling up with\nmy body.  I was so strong that I pulled\nhim up with me. He yelped a little but managed to keep his mouth shut. I'll\ngive him this; he had willpower.\n                I\nrelaxed and allowed him to drop to the ground. I followed him back down, and\nthis time, used a gentler stroke. I dug my claws into his chest, not so much to\npuncture the skin, but to show him who was boss. I think he already knew when\nhe was outmatched, but I wanted to make a statement and to make sure he\nunderstood who was in control.\n                After\nthat, I simply lost myself in the pleasure of the act. He got into too, it\nseemed, and I didn't begrudge him one bit. He even got so brave as to put his\nhands on me, working to guide my body over his. I hardly needed help, but maybe\nit made him feel better. He might as well take what he could. You never know\nwhen I might change my mind. \n                My senses\nwere acute, and in the darkness my eyes could see and my ears could hear things\nthat few humans could. There was no one in the area to disturb me, except for a\ndoe, which made a quick exit, and a skunk, which made a similar exit stage\nleft. It was late enough that the wise were snuggled in their beds, and the\nevil somewhere else besides the dark corners of the town. I had done some good\nin striking fear into most of the underground community. I don't think the\npolice were looking too hard for their mystery vigilante.\n                I made\nhim last for an hour. He might have been too scared to release. Maybe he knew\nthat a lot was riding on his performance. All I knew was that he was good;\ngreat even if I was feeling generous. When I finally had my buttons pushed enough\ntimes, I went into an ecstatic series of lunges, to and fro, up and down, back\nand forth; so much so that it was a wonder I didn't break him. I could feel him\ncumming to, and that made it all the better!\n                I\ncollapsed in a heap on top of him, panting as my tongue dangled out of my\nmouth. Salvia dripped onto his chest. I gave his skin an experimental lick. It\ntasted of salt and pheromones. Humans could never detect that, but my senses\nwere superhuman. I was so happy I actually settled down, not even fearful of\nany retribution. What could he possibly do to me?\n                \"Well,\nwhat did you think?\" I asked my victim.\n                \"God\nDamn it Maggie! We have a whole house we can do this in. Why must we do this\noutside? Have you any idea how much trouble there will be if we get caught? It\nscares the hell out of me that someone might discover us.\"\n                Father\ndid so get worked up over the little things. \"So tell them you were getting\nraped by a dog.\"\n                \"You're\nstill trying to drive me to insanity, aren't you?\"\n                I\nsighed. \"You whine more than I do! Did you enjoy it or not?\"\n                That\nstumped him. \"Actually, it was pretty intense.\" He remained quiet for a moment.\n\n\"When can we do it again?\""}