{"sf1_id":749888,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Caught Between the Moon and New York City","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2940,"posted_at":"2014-08-27T23:18:00.000Z","tags":["Adolescent","Doggystyle","Girl","Human","Human male","M/F","New York City","Transformation","Vaginal","Werewolf","balcony","collar","hotel","leash"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/749888-caught-between-the-moon-and-new-york-city","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/749888","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=749888\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#6 of The Moonrise Chronicles","content":"                New\nYork City was a positive wonder. Since I knew there was money to spare, I\ndecided to make our stay automatically a month. I made arrangements with the\nhotel and when I flashed the cash in their direction, I think the manager had a\nmoney-induced erection. He fell over himself to make sure we had want we\nneeded. Our cover story was that I had my daughter for a month before she had\nto go back to her mothers, and I was going to show her the sights.                Maggie\njust smiled and held my hand, sort of swinging it like any nervous little girl\nmight. The porter had no idea the stuff that was in the suitcases. They\nincluded a lot of seemingly kinky stuff, some of which was, and others that\nwere going to serve a more utilitarian purpose. I'll explain where I feel I\nneed to. Otherwise I think you'll catch on.                Oh, and\nyes, my shoulder was feeling much better. I think her human teeth might very\nwell have caused more damage, since they aren't the precision teeth a canine,\nor a werewolf, has at their disposal. \nStill, I had wounds front and back. It was a reminder not to piss her\noff. This was what she did when she was happy. I saw what she could do when she\nwasn't.                The\nfirst day and night were spent getting unpacked and ready for the month ahead.\nWe each had a fairly large amount of luggage, but it was all stuff we needed or\nwanted. Even her, who traveled light, brought along some unusual items. Some of\nthem could have a dual purpose; the use she had in mind and the one I had in\nmind. \"Father, you're getting to be a pervert. I like it!\"                We\nmanaged to garner the newspapers from the time of the murder, but the online\ndiscussion was much more prolific. There was a ton of speculation on whom or\nwhat caused it. It was a Central Park crime, and that region of the city was\nlarge, nearly one and a half square miles. It was hardly idyllic, except in its\noutward appearance.  It was home to muggings\nin broad daylight, and at night only the foolish went in. I had a feeling we\nwere going to be foolish.                For the\nfirst day however, I put my foot down. \"You can research all you want from your\nlaptop, but I want to relax before we get started. I can only imagine what kind\nof trouble you'll be dragging me into.\"                She\ndidn't put up a fuss. However, that in itself was a clue that something was up.\nShe rarely did things she didn't want to do, and if she agreed with me, it was\neither because it was convenient for her, or else she had something planned and\nsimply agreed with me to keep me quiet. I hadn't realized how much I had\nstirred her emotions.                The\nnext day, after I had a very sumptuous breakfast, at which she only picked at\nthe food, we went down to visit Central Park. I have to admit, it was nearly\noverwhelming after the quiet city we flew in from. The park was alive with\npeople; from joggers to mimes; children on playgrounds to old men playing\nchess. I followed her around as she led the way, using her superior nose to cut\nthrough the collection of smells that percolated through the air.                 She\ndragged me along, making any sightseeing a little difficult. Oh well. I figured\nshe'd run off on her own one of these days, and I'd have time then. So up and\ndown the sidewalks we went, with her stopping now and again and sniffing the\nair. Eventually we made our way to an anomaly in the park, that of an old stone\ncastle. I never knew such a thing existed here.                The\nplaque declared it to be Belvedere Castle, and it was some sort of folly built\nback in the late eighteen sixties. It sat on a high rocky bluff overlooking the\nwater. It was picturesque, and I could see it being the backdrop of many a\nhorror film or Halloween shoot.                Once we\nreached this landmark, she became so intent on the odors that she forgot about\nwhere she was. She dropped to the ground and started sniffing like a\nbloodhound. At one point I had to yell at her, because she started to change.\n\"Dammit father, I need my nose!\"                \"I\ndon't care. There are people staring at you like you're nuts. Why don't we come\nback tonight, when there will be fewer people milling about?\" I couldn't\nbelieve I was suggesting this, as the place was probably crawling with hoodlums\nand freaks once the sun went down.                \"Hmmm.\nGood idea. I came prepared for just such an emergency. We'll come back\ntonight.\"                We\nremained in the park a few hours, and she humored me by going to see the\nsights. Still, I could tell she was sniffing the air. Every once in a while she\nwould stop and look around, squished up her face as she squinted into the\nthrongs of people. But whatever or whomever she sought, apparently remained out\nof sight.                That\nnight prove to be almost as dreadful as I had figured. On the pretense of going\nout to eat, we dressed and went out onto the street. Maggie had an oversize\nhandbag with her. I knew she was up to something, but I failed to understand\nwhat that was until she dragged me into a side alley. \"Here, take this a\nmoment,\" she demanded, thrusting her handbag into my arms.                 I watched dumbfounded as she stripped naked,\ncarefully folding her clothes and putting them into the bag. She withdrew from\nit something else, and I suddenly perceived her plan. It was good, and it was\nweird.                I\nwatched her as she snapped on the dog collar around her neck, leaving room for\nher transformation. She clicked the leash to it and handed me the end. \"Here.\nYou'll be walking your dog and no one will know the difference. Then I can use\nmy nose and track down the scent I found, if it hasn't been overwhelmed by the\nmass of bodies flowing through the park.\"                I swung\nthe bag over my shoulder and walked out onto the sidewalk. She led me like any\ntypical dog, since now she looked as close to a normal canine as she could. She\nstill looked pretty terrifying to me; dark fur, red eyes, aggressive manner. At\nleast no one would be stupid enough to try anything.                We\nwalked across the street and into the park. Her nose was in the air as she\nsniffed. She pulled me from one place to another, nearly yanking my arm out of\nits socket a few times. I thought about letting go, but I figured I might need\nthe protection. I was wearing nice clothes after all, though I was smart enough\nto keep my cash to a minimum.                 We got\nto the castle again, and it was predominantly deserted. There were a few people\nthere, looking over the park from the building's turret, but overall, the\nnumber of people was fairly thin. Maggie sniffed around and made a beeline for\nthe ridge of rock that met up with the water. In a doglike voice, she said,\n\"Whoever it was, they went down there. I won't be able to follow them anymore.\nThey're good at hiding their tracks. Water washes off the scent and applies a\nnew one. But if he or she strikes again, I'll have better luck. I'll know what\nto look for.\"                I sat\ndown and put my arm around her. \"Or...\"                The\nwords came deep from her throat. \"Or what?\"                \"Or you\ncan feed and bring this person to you. They'll know it wasn't them. So they'll\nbe as curious as you are to find the cause of the murder.\"                \"God\nyou're good. Remind me to fuck your brains out tonight. I can wait to eat until\ntomorrow. Right now, I think you deserve a treat.\"                I\nrubbed my shoulder, which hurt for twofold reasons now. \"Just leave me intact,\nwill ya?\"                 We\nwalked around the castle a few times, just to see if she could catch the scent\ngoing in any other direction. While she padded around on her paws, I inspected the\nbuilding. It wasn't a real castle, but it would make a great hangout for spooky\nvillains. It even had some sort of dragon or serpent in one of the transoms. I\npointed it out to Maggie.                She\nlooked up and snorted. \"Cockatrice,\" and went back to sniffing.                \"Cock-a-what?\"                \"Look\nit up when we get back. I don't have time to enlighten you right now.\"                She\nresumed her sniffing, finally blowing her nose clean of the dust and heading\nback towards the hotel.  I followed like\nthe dutiful master I was. She was less in a hurry now, and made the return trip\nmore leisurely. That was when we heard the scream. She took off like a shot and\nit took everything I had to keep to my feet behind here.                It\nwasn't a werewolf. It was an ordinary human trying to rape some lady stupid\nenough to be in the park without an escort, Mace spray, or gun. Maggie tackled\nhim, but surprisingly, obeyed me when I told her to let him go. It surprised\nthe hell out of me. The lady thanked me profusely and took off in the opposite\ndirection of her assailant.                 Maggie\nwaited until they were both out of sight. \"I've got his scent. I'll hunt him\ndown tomorrow. Maybe I'll bite off his nuts and feed them to him first.\" She\nsounded pissed. She might tolerate abuse on her own person to her own ends, but\nshe definitely didn't like bullies. This guy was already dead, and he didn't\nhave a clue.                Before\nwe got to the hotel again, she changed and got dressed. Once again she was a\ncute little girl in a dress. We went in, were shown back up to our rooms, and\ncalled it a night. Well, I thought we had called it a night.                Ten\nminutes later she came out of her room wearing the collar and nothing else. \"So\nfather, would you like to show your little bitch how to take a real walk?\"                My jaw\ndropped and my cock rose. \"What?\"                \"I\nsaid...\"                I\ninterrupted her. \"I know what you said. Are you suggesting that I walk you,\nnaked, out on the street?\"                Her\nlaughter became a howl. \"No! I'm suggesting,\" and here she morphed into her\nmost feral self, complete with a lowered voice, \"that you treat me like a dog\nand screw me like a dog, and when you're done, do me again.\"                Well,\nwhen she put it that way! \"I see. Role playing. You add quite the twist to that\nconcept. I'll take you up on your offer!\"                I\nclipped the leash onto her collar and dragged her to the balcony. I think I\nactually surprised her. \"Where are we going?\" she growled out.                \"Shut\nup pet!\" I bravely barked at her. \"You'll see when we get there.\"                The\nbalcony was big, and since we were nearly on the top floor, it was quite a ways\noff the ground. I tied the leash to a rail and sat down.                \"What\nthe hell are you doing?\" she growled at me.                \"Making\nyou beg for it. Just like a dog.\"                Her\neyes glowed red. I could see her getting more and more angry. Then something\ninside her snapped and she relaxed. The next thing I knew she was sitting up on\nher back legs, in the perfect puppy pose. \"Please?\" she cried out.                God I\nwas so horny. I really couldn't believe she was doing it. She was so tough and\nso resourceful; I figured she'd just untie herself. But no, apparently she was\ngoing to play my game. I dropped my pants and threw them back inside the room.\nI did the same for everything else.                \"So my\nlittle girl wants me, does she?\"                She\nwhined just like a dog. Even her tail went into overtime, sweeping across the\ndeck and clearing off the thin layer of dust. One thing was certain, when she\ndecided to please someone, she went all out. Me, I was suddenly in the mood to\nscrew the pooch, as they say down south. Only I was really going to do just\nthat; screw the pooch.                \"Fine,\"\nI said in even tones. \"If you want it so badly, present your ass to me.\"                She\ndropped down on her front paws, raised her tail and shuffled her back feet like\na cat. Her slit was wet and dripping. I think the brief attack in the park had\ngotten her juices flowing. It usually did, and if she didn't get off at the\nscene, it was always up to me to finish the job. Oh, don't feel bad for me. I\nloved every minute of it.                I got\ndown behind her, and guided my cock inside her. She grunted as I pushed it in.\nI could feel her tightening it up, and I slapped her hip. \"Oh no you don't. Not\nuntil I get inside. Then you're free to do as you will.\"                She let\noff her little prank and I slipped in, pulling her back until I was flat\nagainst her canine ass. Her tail was in my face, but I figured if that was the\nworst thing I had to contend with tonight, I'd suffer it out in silence. I gripped\nher hips and began slamming her backwards against me. I could feel every inch\nof her cunt, and her puppy lips were encircled tightly around me like a rubber\nband.                She\nmight be a shaggy, hairy wolf right now, but she was as much fun as any human I\never knew. True, we had made love in a lot of different ways, but sometimes the\ndown and dirty stuff was the best. From the way she was reacting, I think she\nwould agree with me. God knows, I felt like I could fuck her all night.                Come\non, we were high above one of the most famous cities in the world, overlooking\nCentral Park. The breeze was brisk, the air was cooling, and this little bitch\nmight as well have been in heat. The only thing missing was that I didn't have\nthe ability to knot up like any good dog can. She was going to have to deal\nwith just plain, old, human me.                 Needless\nto say, I worked her over with a passion. She was so into it that she never\neven noticed when the leash fell from its spot on the railing. I hadn't really\ntied it, just sort of looped it. I think she noticed and said nothing. She was\nas into the game as I was.                Before\nI blew my first wad deep inside her, her back feet had pawed scratches in the\ndeck floor. I hoped that they staff didn't notice, because that was going to be\nhard to explain. While there was nothing in my month long lease about not\nhaving a pet, they would know I didn't arrive with one. Oh well, a little cash\ncould go a long ways.                My\nfirst time cumming was like a little slice of heaven, served up in the form of\na sweet little canine cunt. My thrusts got a little violent, for me anyway, and\nI had to wonder if her hips were coming out of their sockets. It had felt that\nway before, but now I was literally tossing her around like a ragdoll. Her\nfront end was lying limply on the deck as I battered her backside with my\nfront.                 Her\nthroat issued forth a variety of sounds, some of which I took for pleasure, and\nothers that were not so easily identifiable. She let loose little yips, long\nlow growls, and at the finale, a thin, whining howl. I really hoped that\neveryone in this portion of the hotel had their windows shut, because that\nsound definitely wasn't coming up from street level.                Her\nbody seemed to be intent on pulling every last drop of semen from my body. It\nwas the second time that my urethra just kept going; long after my balls had\ngiven up their precious load. And because of it, I just kept slamming away;\ndriving my meat into her so deeply that I felt it was going to emerge from her\nmouth. Yes, I know it's an anatomical impossibility. Give me a break.                 She\nfinally collapsed completely onto the deck, panting, steam rising from her\nmouth. The air had cooled down since the sun set, and while the pavement below\nmight still radiate heat, up here the air was perfectly cool. I was coated in\nsweat, and I could feel the heat rising from her fur. Unlike me, she couldn't\nsweat in this form.                \"Maggie?\"                \"Yyyyyyes?\"                \"Maybe\nyou should change back. I think it would help if you could sweat the excess\nheat out.\" I could feel how warm she was.                \"You forgot\nfather, that we canines have a higher body temperature than humans. I'm fine.\nBut...\"                She\nconverted to a girl again. \"If you wish to continue, by all means do. I'm not\ngoing anywhere.\" She tossed the leash back to me. \"And here, hold on to this.\nYou're terrible at tying knots.\""}