{"sf1_id":751249,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Feeling Feral, Feeling Good","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2304,"posted_at":"2014-08-31T10:54:00.000Z","tags":["Adolescent","Adult","Deep Penetration","Girl","Human","Knot","Knotting","M/F","New York City","Oral","Story Progression","Stuck","Threesome","Vaginal","Werewolf"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/751249-feeling-feral-feeling-good","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/751249","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=751249\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#12 of The Moonrise Chronicles","content":"                I had\nto make a few excuses as to why I wasn't coming home. Overall they were\naccepted, though I'm sure there were some people left wondering at my sudden\ndeparture. The only things I had sent over to the Big Apple were a few\nmementoes and the boxes that Maggie had the cash in. She had taped them up and\nput them in the attic. Everything arrived a few days later (I sprang for\nexpedited shipping because why the hell not?) and we trucked the stuff to\nVerona's apartment.\n                It was\nnice; not as nice as the suite at the hotel, but nice enough. It was tastefully\ndecorated, and it had a guest bedroom. But the thing that got me were the\nphotos on the wall. Some of them were obviously a few decades old and\napparently from modeling shoots. The hair was different, and the accessories and\nclothing obviously dated, but the face was nearly the same. Unbelievable.\n                Since I\nhad paid for the hotel suite until the end of thirty days, we opted to keep it\navailable. We spent time in between the two places, having plenty of fun, as\nI'm sure you can imagine. I was still feeling torn inside, but it was no worse\nand no better than before, so I learned to deal with it. There were some added\nside effects, unless it was my imagination. One was hanging between my legs. I\nnever dwelled on size before, but I swear on the bible it was longer.  \n                My\nimpression was proved to be correct. Maggie had tired of the toys, but had\nfollowed Verona's advice in leaving me be for a while. I was finally feeling\nfrisky enough to return to my duties as a lover. The first thing she noticed\nwas that once I got hard, I was definitely longer.\n                \"I'll\nsay this for Verona's bite. It may not have made you a werewolf like us, but it\nimproved you in one key spot. I think I'm going to like the new you.\"\n                It was\na good thing she could take on more than you might think. As it was, she\nsqueaked (in human form) as I drove the new beast into her. This time, the\ntightness wasn't caused by anything she did. It was all me.\n                \"Father!\"\nWas all she could gasp out as I push inch after inch inside her. Where I might\nhave gained some length with it as it hung there under the force of gravity, I\nhad gained a lot more now that it was blood engorged. It even looked more feral\nand red than before.  I held her tightly\nas I pushed until there was no more space inside her for me to fill. It didn't\nstop me from trying however.\n                I could\nsee her fingers gripping the sheets as I continued to push. Her cunt was trying\nto adapt to the new me, and I don't think she was capable of it. That put me\ninto the position of being the dominant one in this relationship for the first\ntime.  It felt good.\n                She\ntried converting to her feral self and found that made it worse for her.\nWhereas she could easily take me before, now I think she was thinking I might\nhave too much of a good thing. There was no such thing as too much of a good\nthing. Not from my new perspective there wasn't.\n                I did\ntake it easy on her. It was probably a shock going from being the aggressive\none to the passive one. A few weeks ago I would never have been this daring, but\nnow; well now I felt totally different inside my head. I had, if nothing else\ngoing for me, more confidence and bravery. That went a long ways in making me\nfeel better. And now so was my cock.\nI soon had the room filled with\nhowls and groans. Maggie got so noisy that Verona came in to see what we were\ndoing. I mean, yeah, she KNEW what we were doing, but she had never heard\nMaggie make so much of a fuss before. \nHer first reaction was one of\nalarm. I think she still found it hard to believe that Maggie was my willing\npartner. That notion was stupid, straight and simple, because any time before,\nif she didn't want it, and I had tried to force it, I'd be dead. But now, the\ntables were turned.\n\"You shouldn't hurt her like that!\"\nshe cried.\nMaggie saved me the bother of\nopening my mouth. \"Shut up Verona! This is the first time I've ever had all my\nitchy spots worked over at once. Leave us alone!\"\n                The\nwoman walked around the bed until she was face to face with Maggie. \"I still\nsay you're too young for this!\"\n                Maggie\ntilted her head. \"And I say you're just jealous because I'll get more action\nover my lifetime because you were a late starter!\"\n                It went\ndownhill from there. I'll tell you what; women are women and I will rarely say\na thing against them, but she-wolves, if that's the proper term, can be\ndownright bitches. I finally settled their bickering with a less than subtle\nroar. It startled me as much as it did them. \"Look you two. There is only one\nof me and two of you. Do you know what that means?\"\n                Even\nVerona was silent. I continued. \"It means that one of you will have to sit on\nmy face while I do the other one, or else you'll have to shut up and wait your\nturn! I will not listen to your pathetic whining while I trying to have some\nfun!\"\n                I heard\nMaggie giggle. \"I think I like him better all the time. Good job Verona!\"\n                \"Really?\nI think I may have created a monster.\" But her words were in direct conflict\nwith her actions. Her clothes were off in record time.\n                That\nmeant that I had to change my position. I picked up my girl, still pinned on my\ncock, and rotated until my back was to the bed. I fell back, keeping her stable\nas I worked my way to the head. I stuck my tongue out and licked my lips. The action\ncaused Maggie to freeze. \n                \"Do\nthat again!'\n                I did.\nIn fact, I ended up licking my nose. That had never happened before!\n                Verona's\neyes lit up. \"Oh yes little one, I think I like your father more and more with\neach passing day!\"\n                She\nfound that she did. Of course, for the first time in her short life, Maggie\nfound out what abuse was all about. Now mind you, I had no intention of harming\nher, and to rest your mind now, she didn't suffer anything more than a\npersistent soreness in her nether regions. The blame, if there is any to bestow\non anyone, goes to Verona.\n                Her\nsmell drove me off the deep end again. I had my tongue rolled up and stuffed in\nher cunt like a wad of fifty dollar bills. She had to hang on to Maggie for\nsupport, and she in turn held on to her. I worked the two of them over in a way\nthat I doubt I will be able to sufficiently describe.\n                Now, I\ndon't know any more about werewolves than I did before. I mean, really; what\ndid I know? That they existed was about it. So if you were to ask me what it\nwas like having a threesome like this, I don't know what I can tell you. True,\nwe were all human in form (like I could be anything else!), but in my mind I was\nas feral as you could get. I'm afraid I went a little overboard.\n                Poor\nMaggie was riding me as best she could. Whereas she could make some adjustments\nto her anatomy, she was now stuck with what I had. There was no gradation to my\nnew size. It was one size fits all and too bad if it doesn't. But she was a\ntough cookie, and the longer we went, the more she adapted to dealing with it. \n                The\nwoman was another story. She had years of experience, but I know from our\nconversations that she had never dealt with anyone even remotely werewolf, even\nsomeone like me who seemed to have nothing more than ancestry backing his\nclaim. But I doubt any of her previous lovers could curl their tongue and stick\nit six inches deep into her warm moist recesses. It was terrible fun, and it\nwas a almost a grave mistake.\n                It's\none thing to smell the scent flowing off of her. It was another yet to taste\nit. Before, it was enough to drive me half mad. Now, because of whatever\nchanges were happening within me, that sensation became blinding. I simply didn't\nstop. I could feel her trying to tear herself away after, oh, I don't know,\nmaybe twenty or twenty five minutes of deep tissue massage. My grip proved to\nbe iron.\n                I\nwasn't trying to be sadistic. I was trying to taste every last drop of her\naroma. In fact, to be honest, I rather forgot about poor Maggie riding my lower\nhalf. She suffered the most. My body was pretty much running on its own power.\nI referred to it later to two, much-abused females as being on autopilot. Once\nI started, it was perpetual motion from there on. That meant that Maggie was\nback in control, at least partially, right up until it happened.\n                She\nemitted a shriek that was enough to break through the fog clouding my head.\nSince I wasn't doing anything different in that region, I had no idea why she\nwas carrying on so. I let go of Verona and pushed her away, but only with great\nreluctance and sat up. Maggie's eyes were wide, and they were actually tearing up.\nI shook my head to try and clear the confusion inside.\n                \"What's\nwrong?\"\n                She was\nwhimpering. \"I'm not sure!\"\n                Verona\ngot her head down to crotch level , where we were conjoined as one. \"Oh my...\"\n                \"What?\"\nI exclaimed, suddenly clear-headed enough to think more freely.\n                \"I\nthink you just knotted up inside your daughter.\"\n                \"I\nwhat?\"\n                I knew\nwhat that meant. I just didn't know how I could have done it. I tried once to\npull out and Maggie dug her claws, real claws, into my skin. \n                \"How\ndid this happen?\" I was feeling a little sick to my stomach.\n                \"I\nguess you have developed some more lupine traits, without becoming a full\nwerewolf. I told you I thought she was too young.\"\n                I was getting\npissed off. \"We were doing fine until you decided to try turning me into something\nI'm not! We had a great sex life before today. So don't go getting all in my\nface about it!\"\n                In my\nanger, I ended up pulling against my daughter, causing her to yip.\n                \"Father,\nplease relax. It was inevitable that something like this might happen. I'd\nrather have it happened here with you than somewhere else. At least we have all\nthe time in the world for it to subside.\"\n                A voice\nof reason. I sucked in a few deep breaths. \"I don't like feeling out of\ncontrol!\"\n                Damn if\nshe didn't manage a smile. \"Oh yes you do. Until I yelled you were totally into\nbeing out of control. So don't lie to me. What you mean to say is when you get\nback to being your old self, then you have regrets. Why do you think I take\ndown the criminal element? Because when it's done and over, I have less to have\nregrets about. It's not like I go around killing children my age, or\ndefenseless old people. So today we learned something new. Never take you on\nwhen your nose is filled with were-stink.\"\n                Verona\ncried out in indignation. Maggie laughed. \"I was kidding! But I do think you'd\nbe better sitting here right now than me. I'd love to keep going, but I'm\nafraid that as it is, I'm going to be walking like a cowboy for a while.\"\n                It took\nan hour for my newly obtained knot to shrink. During that time, her body was a\ntwitchy mess. This caused me to blow three times over during our conjugation,\nand I did it all without moving a muscle. When I finally returned to being\nnormal (normal?) I felt a flood of liquid follow in my wake. Maggie stood up,\nput her hand to her crotch and ran to the bathroom, dripping all the way.\n                I was\nfeeling pretty bad about hurting her, but she brushed it off like it was\nnothing. \"However, father dear, from now on, you will not be sticking the whole\nthing inside me. As it is, I think my pelvis was widened during that hour. I\nthink I'll need roomier jeans after this.\"\n                She\nmight have been right. But after all that, I was still left with an uneasy\nfeeling. There were too many changes happening, and as far as I could tell,\nthey weren't happening as they should. Turning into a werewolf no longer scared\nme. Turning into something that I couldn't control did. I didn't like hurting\npeople, and in the end, I had a feeling that was what this was going to come\ndown to. I only hoped it wasn't people I cared about."}