Caught Between the Moon and New York City
#6 of The Moonrise Chronicles
New
York City was a positive wonder. Since I knew there was money to spare, I
decided to make our stay automatically a month. I made arrangements with the
hotel and when I flashed the cash in their direction, I think the manager had a
money-induced erection. He fell over himself to make sure we had want we
needed. Our cover story was that I had my daughter for a month before she had
to go back to her mothers, and I was going to show her the sights. Maggie
just smiled and held my hand, sort of swinging it like any nervous little girl
might. The porter had no idea the stuff that was in the suitcases. They
included a lot of seemingly kinky stuff, some of which was, and others that
were going to serve a more utilitarian purpose. I'll explain where I feel I
need to. Otherwise I think you'll catch on. Oh, and
yes, my shoulder was feeling much better. I think her human teeth might very
well have caused more damage, since they aren't the precision teeth a canine,
or a werewolf, has at their disposal.
Still, I had wounds front and back. It was a reminder not to piss her
off. This was what she did when she was happy. I saw what she could do when she
wasn't. The
first day and night were spent getting unpacked and ready for the month ahead.
We each had a fairly large amount of luggage, but it was all stuff we needed or
wanted. Even her, who traveled light, brought along some unusual items. Some of
them could have a dual purpose; the use she had in mind and the one I had in
mind. "Father, you're getting to be a pervert. I like it!" We
managed to garner the newspapers from the time of the murder, but the online
discussion was much more prolific. There was a ton of speculation on whom or
what caused it. It was a Central Park crime, and that region of the city was
large, nearly one and a half square miles. It was hardly idyllic, except in its
outward appearance. It was home to muggings
in broad daylight, and at night only the foolish went in. I had a feeling we
were going to be foolish. For the
first day however, I put my foot down. "You can research all you want from your
laptop, but I want to relax before we get started. I can only imagine what kind
of trouble you'll be dragging me into." She
didn't put up a fuss. However, that in itself was a clue that something was up.
She rarely did things she didn't want to do, and if she agreed with me, it was
either because it was convenient for her, or else she had something planned and
simply agreed with me to keep me quiet. I hadn't realized how much I had
stirred her emotions. The
next day, after I had a very sumptuous breakfast, at which she only picked at
the food, we went down to visit Central Park. I have to admit, it was nearly
overwhelming after the quiet city we flew in from. The park was alive with
people; from joggers to mimes; children on playgrounds to old men playing
chess. I followed her around as she led the way, using her superior nose to cut
through the collection of smells that percolated through the air. She
dragged me along, making any sightseeing a little difficult. Oh well. I figured
she'd run off on her own one of these days, and I'd have time then. So up and
down the sidewalks we went, with her stopping now and again and sniffing the
air. Eventually we made our way to an anomaly in the park, that of an old stone
castle. I never knew such a thing existed here. The
plaque declared it to be Belvedere Castle, and it was some sort of folly built
back in the late eighteen sixties. It sat on a high rocky bluff overlooking the
water. It was picturesque, and I could see it being the backdrop of many a
horror film or Halloween shoot. Once we
reached this landmark, she became so intent on the odors that she forgot about
where she was. She dropped to the ground and started sniffing like a
bloodhound. At one point I had to yell at her, because she started to change.
"Dammit father, I need my nose!" "I
don't care. There are people staring at you like you're nuts. Why don't we come
back tonight, when there will be fewer people milling about?" I couldn't
believe I was suggesting this, as the place was probably crawling with hoodlums
and freaks once the sun went down. "Hmmm.
Good idea. I came prepared for just such an emergency. We'll come back
tonight." We
remained in the park a few hours, and she humored me by going to see the
sights. Still, I could tell she was sniffing the air. Every once in a while she
would stop and look around, squished up her face as she squinted into the
throngs of people. But whatever or whomever she sought, apparently remained out
of sight. That
night prove to be almost as dreadful as I had figured. On the pretense of going
out to eat, we dressed and went out onto the street. Maggie had an oversize
handbag with her. I knew she was up to something, but I failed to understand
what that was until she dragged me into a side alley. "Here, take this a
moment," she demanded, thrusting her handbag into my arms. I watched dumbfounded as she stripped naked,
carefully folding her clothes and putting them into the bag. She withdrew from
it something else, and I suddenly perceived her plan. It was good, and it was
weird. I
watched her as she snapped on the dog collar around her neck, leaving room for
her transformation. She clicked the leash to it and handed me the end. "Here.
You'll be walking your dog and no one will know the difference. Then I can use
my nose and track down the scent I found, if it hasn't been overwhelmed by the
mass of bodies flowing through the park." I swung
the bag over my shoulder and walked out onto the sidewalk. She led me like any
typical dog, since now she looked as close to a normal canine as she could. She
still looked pretty terrifying to me; dark fur, red eyes, aggressive manner. At
least no one would be stupid enough to try anything. We
walked across the street and into the park. Her nose was in the air as she
sniffed. She pulled me from one place to another, nearly yanking my arm out of
its socket a few times. I thought about letting go, but I figured I might need
the protection. I was wearing nice clothes after all, though I was smart enough
to keep my cash to a minimum. We got
to the castle again, and it was predominantly deserted. There were a few people
there, looking over the park from the building's turret, but overall, the
number of people was fairly thin. Maggie sniffed around and made a beeline for
the ridge of rock that met up with the water. In a doglike voice, she said,
"Whoever it was, they went down there. I won't be able to follow them anymore.
They're good at hiding their tracks. Water washes off the scent and applies a
new one. But if he or she strikes again, I'll have better luck. I'll know what
to look for." I sat
down and put my arm around her. "Or..." The
words came deep from her throat. "Or what?" "Or you
can feed and bring this person to you. They'll know it wasn't them. So they'll
be as curious as you are to find the cause of the murder." "God
you're good. Remind me to fuck your brains out tonight. I can wait to eat until
tomorrow. Right now, I think you deserve a treat." I
rubbed my shoulder, which hurt for twofold reasons now. "Just leave me intact,
will ya?" We
walked around the castle a few times, just to see if she could catch the scent
going in any other direction. While she padded around on her paws, I inspected the
building. It wasn't a real castle, but it would make a great hangout for spooky
villains. It even had some sort of dragon or serpent in one of the transoms. I
pointed it out to Maggie. She
looked up and snorted. "Cockatrice," and went back to sniffing. "Cock-a-what?" "Look
it up when we get back. I don't have time to enlighten you right now." She
resumed her sniffing, finally blowing her nose clean of the dust and heading
back towards the hotel. I followed like
the dutiful master I was. She was less in a hurry now, and made the return trip
more leisurely. That was when we heard the scream. She took off like a shot and
it took everything I had to keep to my feet behind here. It
wasn't a werewolf. It was an ordinary human trying to rape some lady stupid
enough to be in the park without an escort, Mace spray, or gun. Maggie tackled
him, but surprisingly, obeyed me when I told her to let him go. It surprised
the hell out of me. The lady thanked me profusely and took off in the opposite
direction of her assailant. Maggie
waited until they were both out of sight. "I've got his scent. I'll hunt him
down tomorrow. Maybe I'll bite off his nuts and feed them to him first." She
sounded pissed. She might tolerate abuse on her own person to her own ends, but
she definitely didn't like bullies. This guy was already dead, and he didn't
have a clue. Before
we got to the hotel again, she changed and got dressed. Once again she was a
cute little girl in a dress. We went in, were shown back up to our rooms, and
called it a night. Well, I thought we had called it a night. Ten
minutes later she came out of her room wearing the collar and nothing else. "So
father, would you like to show your little bitch how to take a real walk?" My jaw
dropped and my cock rose. "What?" "I
said..." I
interrupted her. "I know what you said. Are you suggesting that I walk you,
naked, out on the street?" Her
laughter became a howl. "No! I'm suggesting," and here she morphed into her
most feral self, complete with a lowered voice, "that you treat me like a dog
and screw me like a dog, and when you're done, do me again." Well,
when she put it that way! "I see. Role playing. You add quite the twist to that
concept. I'll take you up on your offer!" I
clipped the leash onto her collar and dragged her to the balcony. I think I
actually surprised her. "Where are we going?" she growled out. "Shut
up pet!" I bravely barked at her. "You'll see when we get there." The
balcony was big, and since we were nearly on the top floor, it was quite a ways
off the ground. I tied the leash to a rail and sat down. "What
the hell are you doing?" she growled at me. "Making
you beg for it. Just like a dog." Her
eyes glowed red. I could see her getting more and more angry. Then something
inside her snapped and she relaxed. The next thing I knew she was sitting up on
her back legs, in the perfect puppy pose. "Please?" she cried out. God I
was so horny. I really couldn't believe she was doing it. She was so tough and
so resourceful; I figured she'd just untie herself. But no, apparently she was
going to play my game. I dropped my pants and threw them back inside the room.
I did the same for everything else. "So my
little girl wants me, does she?" She
whined just like a dog. Even her tail went into overtime, sweeping across the
deck and clearing off the thin layer of dust. One thing was certain, when she
decided to please someone, she went all out. Me, I was suddenly in the mood to
screw the pooch, as they say down south. Only I was really going to do just
that; screw the pooch. "Fine,"
I said in even tones. "If you want it so badly, present your ass to me." She
dropped down on her front paws, raised her tail and shuffled her back feet like
a cat. Her slit was wet and dripping. I think the brief attack in the park had
gotten her juices flowing. It usually did, and if she didn't get off at the
scene, it was always up to me to finish the job. Oh, don't feel bad for me. I
loved every minute of it. I got
down behind her, and guided my cock inside her. She grunted as I pushed it in.
I could feel her tightening it up, and I slapped her hip. "Oh no you don't. Not
until I get inside. Then you're free to do as you will." She let
off her little prank and I slipped in, pulling her back until I was flat
against her canine ass. Her tail was in my face, but I figured if that was the
worst thing I had to contend with tonight, I'd suffer it out in silence. I gripped
her hips and began slamming her backwards against me. I could feel every inch
of her cunt, and her puppy lips were encircled tightly around me like a rubber
band. She
might be a shaggy, hairy wolf right now, but she was as much fun as any human I
ever knew. True, we had made love in a lot of different ways, but sometimes the
down and dirty stuff was the best. From the way she was reacting, I think she
would agree with me. God knows, I felt like I could fuck her all night. Come
on, we were high above one of the most famous cities in the world, overlooking
Central Park. The breeze was brisk, the air was cooling, and this little bitch
might as well have been in heat. The only thing missing was that I didn't have
the ability to knot up like any good dog can. She was going to have to deal
with just plain, old, human me. Needless
to say, I worked her over with a passion. She was so into it that she never
even noticed when the leash fell from its spot on the railing. I hadn't really
tied it, just sort of looped it. I think she noticed and said nothing. She was
as into the game as I was. Before
I blew my first wad deep inside her, her back feet had pawed scratches in the
deck floor. I hoped that they staff didn't notice, because that was going to be
hard to explain. While there was nothing in my month long lease about not
having a pet, they would know I didn't arrive with one. Oh well, a little cash
could go a long ways. My
first time cumming was like a little slice of heaven, served up in the form of
a sweet little canine cunt. My thrusts got a little violent, for me anyway, and
I had to wonder if her hips were coming out of their sockets. It had felt that
way before, but now I was literally tossing her around like a ragdoll. Her
front end was lying limply on the deck as I battered her backside with my
front. Her
throat issued forth a variety of sounds, some of which I took for pleasure, and
others that were not so easily identifiable. She let loose little yips, long
low growls, and at the finale, a thin, whining howl. I really hoped that
everyone in this portion of the hotel had their windows shut, because that
sound definitely wasn't coming up from street level. Her
body seemed to be intent on pulling every last drop of semen from my body. It
was the second time that my urethra just kept going; long after my balls had
given up their precious load. And because of it, I just kept slamming away;
driving my meat into her so deeply that I felt it was going to emerge from her
mouth. Yes, I know it's an anatomical impossibility. Give me a break. She
finally collapsed completely onto the deck, panting, steam rising from her
mouth. The air had cooled down since the sun set, and while the pavement below
might still radiate heat, up here the air was perfectly cool. I was coated in
sweat, and I could feel the heat rising from her fur. Unlike me, she couldn't
sweat in this form. "Maggie?" "Yyyyyyes?" "Maybe
you should change back. I think it would help if you could sweat the excess
heat out." I could feel how warm she was. "You forgot
father, that we canines have a higher body temperature than humans. I'm fine.
But..." She
converted to a girl again. "If you wish to continue, by all means do. I'm not
going anywhere." She tossed the leash back to me. "And here, hold on to this.
You're terrible at tying knots."