{"sf1_id":749530,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Daddy's Little Wolf-Girl","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":3600,"posted_at":"2014-08-27T16:47:00.000Z","tags":["Adolescent","Bestiality","Cub","Father and daughter","Female","Girl","Human","Human male","Incest","M/F","Male","Nudity","Transformation","Vaginal","Werewolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/749530-daddy-s-little-wolf-girl","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/749530","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=749530\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#5 of The Moonrise Chronicles","content":"                My life living with a werewolf child was rarely dull. Maggie\nwas \"normal\" most of the time, leastwise in her appearance, but she spent a lot\nof her daylight hours looking through the internet, studying everything she\ncould find on her species. As you might expect, there was a ton of garbage to\nsort though, from Hollywood movies to books, stories, art and thousands of\nother false leads.\n                Once in\na while, she would stumble across something less dramatic and more informative.\nThe origins of the \"legend\", family names associated with werewolves, places,\npotions, etc. I was still under the impression that a lot of it was hokum. But\nthe fact that she was real meant that there had something out there; others\nlurking in the shadows.\nBut try as she might, she kept\nrunning into dead ends. One night she was particularly frustrated and took it\nout on me. Oh, I didn't mind, if you get my meaning. By the time she had worked\nout all of her anger, we were both pretty tired.\n\"I can't seem to get anywhere with\nmy searches.\"\n\"I know.\"\n\"Well, can't you do anything about\nit?\"\n\"Maybe...\"\nShe sat up and glared at me. \"Don't\ntoy with me father. I'm serious.\"\n\"So am I.\"\nI had stayed out of her business for\na long time. I let her look because part of me was still afraid of her.\nRemember, I have seen what she's capable of doing. It wasn't pretty in any\npermutation of the word.\nShe was suddenly all ears. Wolf\nears. \"I hope it's not something lame brained.\"\n\"What if, instead of looking for\nwhat you want directly, you try circumspectly?\"\n\"Go on.\"\n\"Think about it. Look at all of the\nmurders...errrr...killings you have done here. Wouldn't it make sense that you\nmight find a pattern in murders from a certain area? I mean, they might not be cases\nof dead criminals or anything, but still, unsolved murders over a period of\nyears should show up somehow or somewhere on the net.\"\nIt was the first time I had ever\nseen her stunned. \"You, good sir, have earned yourself anything you want that I\ncan give. I have no idea why that didn't dawn on me. I mean, after all, what\nkind of werewolf is going to advertise the fact of his/her existence online?\nCome to think of it, online dating sites might work too, especially if I can\nhack into police records. What better way to find a meal than to pose as a\nlover looking for a mate?\"\n                \"So you\nthink it'll work?\"\n                She\nshrugged. \"It'll be more effort, but then, I think that it will be worth it. I\nsuppose I should try some of the conspiracy websites and see what any of them\nhave. Animal maulings might top the list of key words.  Unsolved, horrible, brutal, etc. But, yes it\nhas promise. \n                Her\neyes fell on me. \"So. What do you want as your reward?\"\n                \"Can I\nthink on it? I'm really too worn out to think, and even if I could, I too tired\nto perform.\"\n                She\ncurled up on me and fell asleep. I drifted off a little later, and we slept\nuntil morning. With the sunrise, she awoke and got up first, making her way\ndownstairs to the computer. She still didn't eat much in the way of normal\nfood. Even fresh beef didn't seem to cut it for her. But she knew how to be\naccommodating and I came downstairs to fresh coffee and eggs and toast.\n                In those\nfew moments she had cooked breakfast and already had the computer running through\npolice records. In case this was illegal, I paid no attention to her doings in case\nthe local force busted down the door with a warrant. \n                An hour\nlater I heard her squeak. \"Got it!\"\n                The\nfirst such focus of similar murders came from Romania. The records there were\njumbled, but they were open to those who could interpret them. Centered around\none remote village, near a small resort, there had been murders happening for\nthe past ten years. In most instances, the bodies were badly decomposed when\nfound, but often seemed to have less mass to them than one would expect. Almost\nas if they had been feasted upon.\n                On top\nof that, there were a number of missing person reports from the area. So how\nmany of those never had their bodies found? And so it went. Over the next few\ndays she found several more such localizations, but they all seemed to have the\nsame thing in common. Nothing. Some of them started and stopped, never to\nresume again. Others seemed to barely make their presence known. \n                She\nnever gave up. Her home schooling, which was a joke anyway, slacked off. She\nabsorbed so much information from her searches that she was well above the\nlevel of books the state had provided. She took the tests, got flying grades,\nand nearly had us accused of cheating. Yep, that right, cheating. The state\nsent an investigator who tested her himself. Maggie burned him to the ground\nwith her knowledge. They left us alone after that.\n                A couple\nof weeks into her investigation she came into the room  looking a little haggard. \"Father, can we\ntake a trip?\"\n                \"Uh,\nwhere?\"\n                \"New\nYork City.\"\n                I\ndidn't answer right away. I sat and thought about how people could disappear\noff the streets there and never be missed. The homeless, the unbalanced, the\ncriminally insane. It was huge, that city, and finding a werewolf there was\nboth a good idea and a terrible one. It's like saying, \"let's walk into a snake\npit and see if we can find a poisonous viper.\" By the time you found it, you'd\nprobably be dead.\n                \"Sure\ndear. Reason?\"\n                \"I\nthink I found a fresh clue. Can't be sure of course, but it just popped up on\nmy news feed. The sooner we can get there, the better chance I have of tracking\ndown the culprit.\"\n                It was\nas I feared. Once we were in the city, she'd disappear. I wasn't too worried\nabout her safety, but I did have to wonder how long we'd be there. The city\nwasn't cheap. A few days were no big deal, but a couple of weeks might do me\nin, between hotel fares, food and travel.\n                \"You\nknow I'd do anything for you Maggie, but I don't have that much money. If I\nknew it was for a couple of days, maybe, but we both know that this hunt of\nyours is mildly pointless. You have so little to go on. \"\n                \"Oh\njust say it. It's a wild goose chase. But it's better than chasing my tail. So\nif we had the money, we could go?\"\n                \"Sure\nwe could. I've never been there and I hear they have great museums.\"\n                She\nsmiled. \"And night life. Either one is said to be an educational experience.\" I\ngot her meaning all too well.\n                \"But\nit's a moot point. I just can't afford it.\"\n                \"What\nif I can?\"\n                I\nsuddenly felt uneasy. \"You?\"\n                She\nturned and walked away, returning with and old cardboard box. I had no idea\nwhere she had kept it tucked away. There was a little dried blood on it. That\nwas never a good sign. She opened it and pulled out a stack of one hundred\ndollar bills. \n                \"You\ntally up the cost, and I'll spring for the dough.\"\n                \"Uh,\nwhere did you get that?\" I already was thinking I knew the answer and it was\nmaking me feel uneasy.\n \"From the fat Russian. I cleaned out every\nlast penny he had in the house. Probably disappointed a lot of crooked cops.\nAnd in case you're wondering, I got into his safe easily enough. Remember, when\nin feral from I can hear a mouse breathe from thirty yards away. Picking the\ncombination was a snap.\"\n                \"How\nmuch is here?\" My heart was racing.\n                \"In\nthis box, about a hundred and twenty five thousand.\"\n                The amount\ndidn't unnerve me. It was the \"this box\" that floored me. How many did she\nhave? \"Maggie darling, you've got yourself a trip!\"\n                Of\ncourse, it wasn't that simple. I had to make arrangements, and ended up taking\nportions of the cash to different places and had it put on credit and gift\ncards. I put enough into my account to cover the first week of staying in a\nnice hotel, booking a suite with two bedrooms. It galled me to waste the money,\nbut since we were traveling as father and daughter, any other arrangement would\nlook suspicious.\n                Once we\nwere there, I intended to pay for anything else in cash. She pretty much dumped\nthe box in my lap and left me to my own devices. I was left nearly speechless by\nher generosity. I mean, true, I had taken her into my home and all, but this\nwas beyond reason. Of course, it was ill gotten gains, but she had stolen it\nfrom a hideous, despicable thief. My moral dilemma disappeared in an instant.\nIf the money could do some good, then so be it.\n                I made\narrangements for a very nice hotel off of Central Park. The view was terrific,\nand the big tips I left with the various staff ensured that our stay would be\npleasant. But I'm getting ahead in the story. For the moment, we were still\nhome, as I couldn't whip up things that fast. I had to leave off of work, find\na caretaker for the house, and make the arrangements for our trip and\nsubsequent stay. It took a little time.\n                My free\ntime was well spent...in bed...with Maggie. She was so delighted in the fact that I\nwas willing to go out of the way for her that she tried to make it up to me any\nway she could. It was amazing (to me) how quickly I had adjusted t her\npresence. I mean, yeah, it was freaky and spooky sometimes, but overall, she\nhad a big heart. Everything else was tight, but she had a big heart. She never\nfit in anywhere; not school, not the mall, not the playground, but she wasn't\nwhat she seemed and that went far to explain her somewhat antisocial ways.\n                She was\navidly demonstrating her ability at transformation. In the movies, it was\nalways depicted as a sudden morph from human to werewolf, with no real lasting\nintermediary stage. She could control it from being limited to one hand, to\njust her ears, or to other unique things. And I do mean unique.\n                She had\nmade the offer to me of doing whatever I wanted. Truth was, I had no idea what\nthat might be. It was like a kid in a candy store. I got lost in all the\npossibilities.  She hardly helped my\ndecide with all of her constant changing. But eventually I did get an idea. I\nset it out for her and she grinned from ear to ear. \"You're a bad man father of\nmine, but I like it. Sort of the best of both worlds, huh?\"\n                She\nmade the necessary adjustments to her body and lay down on the bed. She\npreferred being in charge, so this was quite the sacrifice for her. As it was,\nshe had wolf ears on the side of her head, with her normal light colored hair\ncascading around them. She still had her human face, which was no plain visage\nI might add, and she had a bushy tail coming out the back. And her crotch, well\nthat was a wolf's too. I figured if she could put a girl's on a werewolf, why\nnot a wolf's on a girl. She almost looked like an anime character, except she\nstill had a touch of terror to her appearance. Then again maybe that was just\nme and the things I had seen or knew about clouding my impression of her.\n                Her tail\nwas tucked under her and to the side. I swore I could see it twitching, almost\nas if it were wagging. Her crotch was an interesting sight. Instead of her\nnormal, nearly hairless exterior, she now had a well trimmed, lightly furred exterior\nsurrounding a true wolf vulva. It was like what you'd see in a bitch sleeping\non her back. I had been here before, when she was in her feral form, but now I\nwas going to tackle it with her in what I considered a far safer persona. \n                \"Is it\nwhat you wanted?\" she asked with a wry grin on her face\n                \"I\nthink it is. You have amazing control over your powers.\"\n                \"Powers?\"\nThat got her thinking. \"You know, I never thought of it that way, but I guess\nyou're right. They are sort of like superpowers, aren't they?\"\n                \"Sure!\nWho else can do anything close to the things you do?\"\n                That\nseemed to make her even happier than before. Her tail was working so hard to\nmove that the entire bed vibrated in place. I had a feeling those vibrations\nwhere going to get more intense as we went along. \n                I got\ndown on her, and since I was already hard, worked my cock between those tight,\nprotruding canine pussy lips. She was correct before when she called me out for\nmy peculiarities. I mean, I'd have sex with something more animal than human\nbecause of the age difference. That pitfall was slowly going to the wayside.\nPart of that was because I didn't view her as human anymore, or even half\nhuman. She could be whatever she wanted between a range of body forms...and that\nsimply wasn't human. She was her own category and thus beyond the laws and\nmorals of mere men.\n                She was\nwet, but then, I think she was always wet. I got the head of it in, feeling the\npressure from her damp walls as they slowly engulfed me.  I watched with rapt attention as those lips stretched\ntight. Something told me she made herself a little more compact that she had to\njust for me. It was appreciated immensely.\n                As I\nwent, I slowed down because it just kept getting tighter. I finally had to grab\nher legs and push them forward so that I could apply enough pressure to fill\nher up completely. It was remarkably erotic, crazy and freakishly hot all at\nonce. By the time I pushed past all her little obstructions, I was already in\nthe mood to blow. A glance at the clock showed me that it had taken a good five\nminutes. And since I never had that much trouble (if that's the right word) I\nknew she had done it on purpose. She really was spicing things up for me.\n                \"God\nthat was good!' I murmured.\n                \"I hope\nso. You're a hard man to dissuade when he wants something.\"\n                \"Me?\" I\nthought. More like her. I doubt that she would actually do anything she didn't\nwant to. On the other hand, was there anything she didn't want to do? I guess I\nwould find out over time. For the moment I just held still and savored the\nfeeling. I had heard of some people having sex with their dogs, but I had\nalways thought it impossibility. Of course, she wasn't really a dog, but her\nwerewolf form was akin to an oversized German Shepherd, so I guess it was\nphysically possible.  After all, I had\nalways satisfied her in feral form. \n                I dropped\nher legs back to the bed, and she welcomed me by spreading them wide. I fell on\ntop of her and plowed away. It was indecently delightful, and I could see where\nher wiles would throw off even the most experienced killer or rapist. All she\nhad to do was make herself irresistible and they would forget everything else.\n                She was\nso tight at the moment that I failed to move more than an inch in either\ndirection. I could feel the bony ridge that marked the osseous bridge between\nhips, the pubic ramus, and it made the most agreeable edge to scratch my own\nitch against. I noticed that her nails had grown out while we made love, but\nshe used them to secure herself to the bed. I had the feeling that she had no\nintention of making herself a little less tight, and was preparing for me to do\nmy worst ( or best?).\n                I was\nup for the challenge and grabbed her shoulders. I knew she was tough, so I had\nno qualms about delivering.  I pulled\nback hard, and indeed, her entire body came back with my pull. If not for my\nhands on her shoulders pinning her down, I think I would have dragged her\nbackwards several inches.  So I pushed\nback in, driving her body forward, and then pulled back again. The little\nupturned corners of her mouth proved she was enjoying her game. \n                So was\nI. Too much in fact. I blew my wad way too early in the game. I saw her pout,\ngiving my great big puppy dog eyes. Literally. Big. Canine. Eyes. \n                \"Already?\"\n                \"I\ncouldn't help it, you little vixen you. How do you do that?\"\n                \"Like\nthis.\" She squeezed me until I thought my cock was going to be crushed. It had\nthe effect of staunching my blood flow and keeping me hard. After that, I\ndidn't need any help. I did a few more thrusts and she relaxed.\n                \"Oh\ngood! I was hoping for something a little more intense.\"\n                After\nmy initial discharge, I knew it would be a while before there was a second one.\nThankfully, she allowed me some slack inside her. It was fun, mind you, but I\nreally did want to get a nice batch of friction-inducing lovemaking going. It\nwas hard to do that when your cock was stuck inside like a knotted dog.\n                This\ntime I went to work right away. As I went, I could feel her playing with me,\ntightening up and then letting it relax. She finally found what seemed to be\nthe perfect firmness and left it alone. I thanked her silently for it and\ncarried on like the little demon I was turning into.  I had her pinned (illusionary of course,\nsince she could rip me to shreds if she wanted to) and was forcing myself with\na passion. She was into it, and seemed to want more and more. I only hoped I\nhad the strength to carry on like she wanted me to.\n                As if\nwas, the friction inside her was phenomenal. Oh, she was well lubed, but she\nwas so constricted as to make getting back inside, should I end up coming out,\nnearly impossible. Since I was lying on top of her, I doubted that was going to\nhappen. But I still put my all into it. I figured if it got to be painful for\nher, she'd loosen up. She never did. \n                I\nworked away for a long time, ignoring the clock thus uncertain precisely how\nmuch time had passed. It was enough that my arms were cramping, as were my\nlegs. I was sucking in air like I was oxygen starved, and even my hips were\nfeeling the burn. I was almost despairing at not being able to finish when I\nfelt that urge deep down inside. It worked its way to the surface, finally\nreaching to the top and flooding out inside her. She wrapped herself around me\nand managed to vibrate her prone body on mine. She picked up speed until she\nwas a shaking mass of flesh. All at once she came, and letting out a howl\naccidentally sunk her teeth into my shoulder.\n                The\nintense pain prolonged my orgasm, though it could have been from other causes.\nThe fact was, I pumped until my urethra was dry and the sensation became\nunbearable. She on the other hand kept going and going and going, driving herself\nagainst me, all the while hanging on like a rabid dog. I could feel the blood\nrunning down from the punctures. It may have been only a few minutes, or it\ncould have been much longer. It felt like the latter. But when she was done\nwith me, she released her teeth and fell back, totally exhausted.\n                \"Sorry\nabout that father. I guess I got a little carried away.\" She was licking the\nblood from her lips.\n                \"A\nlittle?\" The indignation was thick in my voice. \"I'll have to patch this up\nmyself. I can hardly go into the hospital and tell them I was bitten by my\ndaughter, or a dog, or much of anything.\"\n                She was\nhardly apologetic. \"It'll heal. Next time I guess you better have me face down.\nI do less damage that way.\"\n                I could\njust imagine her wagging tail and hips in my face. It was a good idea, it was,\nand I would take her up in it when this shoulder of mine was seen to. It hurt\nlike a bitch!"}