{"sf1_id":755586,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Dire Consequences","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2727,"posted_at":"2014-09-11T17:16:00.000Z","tags":["Adolescent","Girl","Human","Skirmish","Transformation","Vaginal. no knot","Werewolf","battle","dire wolf","silver","size difference","woods"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/755586-dire-consequences","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/755586","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=755586\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#32 of The Moonrise Chronicles","content":"        Edward helped to unpack the car,\ncarrying Maggie's thing to the room the couple had graciously given over to\nhim. She bounced on the bed, reveling in the noisy springs. \"I don't think\nwe'll being doing too much on this old bed. We'll wake the house and the\nneighbors as well.\"\nMaggie, there aren't any neighbors\nfor miles.\"\n\"I know!\" she said with a wink.\nHe sighed and shook his head, but\nhe secretly smiled. It was good to have her back. He sat down and rummaged\nthrough his box of childhood memories. He noticed his Barber dime, then the\nfact that there were two. He picked one of them up, dropping it immediately. It\nleft a burn mark on his fingertips.\n\"Owww!\"\n\"What's the matter?\"\n\"I tried to pick up my lucky dime\nand got burned!\"\n\"Yeah, that can happen now. I saved\nyour real one from the dirt at the park. I had to pick it up with a dead leaf.\"\n\"You saved the one I cut out of my\nhip?\"\n\"Sure. I knew you'd want it back!\"\n\"Oh God Maggie, I could just...\"\nHer eyes went wide. Wolf ears\nsprouted from her head. \"What?\"\n\"Come on! Where going for a walk\nagain!\"\nThey excused themselves and headed\ndown the lonely broken down road. At one point Maggie slipped out of her cloths\nand tossed them in a pile. She changed into her feral self and ran off down the\nroad where the wood's encroachment seemed to squeeze it down to a mere path.\nEdward watched her rush off, and\nknew it was time for a game of chase. He stripped too, morphed into his\nformidable Dire Wolf form and loped after her. He wasn't afraid of losing her;\nbetween his excellent nose and the fact that she wanted to be found, this was\ngoing to be an easy game to play.\nThey gamboled about with their game\nof tag for a while, enjoying the freedom of being out in the middle of nowhere.\nIt wasn't often you could be yourself without fear of being found out. If the\nlocals thought that wolves were moving back in, it would be another media\nnightmare.\nAfter they tired of their innocent\ngames, Maggie was ready to get down to business. Edward wasn't so sure. \"Look\nMags, this body is enormous compared to yours.\"\n\"Oh give it a try. What's the worst\nthing that can happen?\"\n\"I think you already know. Do we\nreally have time to be stuck together for an hour?\"\nThe young wolf rolled on the ground\nlaughing. \"Yes! What else are we going to be doing out here? It's not like\nwe're in any danger. This place is the sticks. I think we could fuck for three\ndays straight and no one would care.\" Then she sobered up. \"Care to give it a\ntry?\"\nHe lowered his head. \"No. We are\nguests and we'll respect that. I'm sure that they can excuse a few things, but\nremember, I'm supposed to be engaged to Verona.\"\n\"Ok. I'll try to behave. Maybe\ntomorrow you should bring her out here. I'm sure she'd be all over you like\nmange.\"\n\"That's not funny!\"\n\"Sorry. But she has the hots for\nyour really bad. It's mostly biological, but that hardly matters. I think she'd\nshag a poodle if she thought it would help.\"\nHe was growing tired of her\nfrivolity and pounced. She immediately went into a submissive pose, ass up,\ntail high. The last time had been fun, but now he felt darker urges. It was as\nif his mind was retreating and something else was coming forward. It wasn't\nevil, but it was primal. It was a bit like when he battled the netherwalker. He\nhoped the girl knew what she was in for.\nHis cock slid out like a newly\nforged sword; hot, red and long. He tried to set his front paws on the ground\non either side of her, but he felt an overpowering urge to pin her down. His\nfront feet landed on her shoulders and her front was pushed to the ground.\n\"Hey!\"\nHe didn't seem to care. He lowered\nhis body to match hers and poked around until his cock found what it was\nlooking for. He pulled in his hips, forcing his cock inside. He could feel her\nback feet digging at the earth as he made his way inside. The farther in he went,\nthe more her feet worked the soil until it seemed she was trying to dig her way\nout from underneath him.\nInexorably he went deeper and\ndeeper. He only stopped when he couldn't penetrate her any more. He let out a\nlow chuckle, more of a growl really. Luckily for her she was young. A full\ngrown she-wolf could have taken him all the way, right down to the knot. There\nwould be no locking of the bodies today and for that she should be grateful.\nHe grabbed the back of her neck and\nwent to work. He could feel her trying to accommodate his larger size but it\nseemed that she was already at her limit. He had warned her! It wasn't his\nfault if something happened. If she ended up as damaged goods, it was her own\nfault.\nHe dug his hind claws into the dirt\nand with a firm grip on her top end, proceeded to drive his cock in with what\nalmost felt like malice. This body was full of dark emotions and deep feelings.\nHe tried to pull it back under control, but he couldn't. It was like trying to\nswim and pull a boat at the same time. It just wasn't happening.\n\"Hang on Mags\", he growled. \"I\nthink this is going to get crazy.\"\nShe could barely speak. \"Going to?\nWhat the hell do you call this?\" His vocal cords refused to respond anymore as\nhe went into a mating stance.\n By this time her back end was smarting from\nthe huge, engorged werewolf cock jammed inside her.  She should have known better, but she was so\ntrying to please him. In retrospect, something a little smaller and a little\nmore human would have been in order. \nShe could smell his scent, and it\nwas overpowering. It stuck in her nose and blocked out everything else. On a\nhuman level, it was like sniffing a bakery full of sweet rolls, or open bottles\nof perfume at the department store. It was a wonderful smell and she loved it,\nbut it was overwhelming.\nThe problem was that like he had\nwarned, his new form was big. As a wolf, she was not yet full size. As  a Dire Wolf, he was so damn big he could have\nhammered a pony to death with his cock. His weight pressing down on top was not\nsomething she could ignore, nor was it anything she could get out from under.\nShe was stuck until such time as he felt like they were done.\nShe started panting from all the\nheat being generated inside her. It was as if he were producing heat through\nfriction. Then again, maybe he was. She didn't think her body could produce\nsufficient lubrication to accommodate that much meat. Even her pelvis felt like\nit was widening again. It was a good thing the kind could heal rapidly, because\notherwise she wasn't going to be doing any walking for days.\nEdward was now watching what was\nhappening from the back of his mind, like sitting at a drive-in watching the\nmovie playing on the big screen. There was a surreal quality to it. But while\nhis eyes seemed disconnected, the rest of him was running at one hundred and\nten percent. Maybe more. His senses were overloaded now, like that fateful\nnight in New York. Even from here, so far away from the farmhouse, he could\nsmell Verona. It was tickling his nose something wonderful. The problem was,\nhis body wasn't distinguishing between her and Maggie, and therefore Maggie was\ntaking the brunt of the mating ritual.\nHis cock was churning away little a\nsewing machine on cocaine and steroids. \nAnd the more she squealed and yelped, the more it egged him on. No one\nhad told either of them the full effects of being a Dire Werewolf. It was not\nsomething that sage people put in books, and in the case of Edward, nothing anyone\nhad witnessed in many, many decades.\nConsenting sex between humans was\none thing, but between werewolves, it became something uncontrollable. If his\nscent had triggered Maggie's body to the proper response, then all would have\nbeen well. But she was too young, and he was going to tear her to pieces before\nhe finished.\nHer cries grew louder. His howls\nshook the woods.  Together they echoed\nfor miles. Herds of deer fled the area, and every woodland creature with legs\nhightailed it out of the region as fast as their respective bodies allowed. Those\nwith wings took to the air. Animals knew when it was time to save their hides.\nHis furry backside was a blur on\ntop of Maggie's smaller feral body. Outside of that, he wasn't moving a muscle.\nHe wasn't stuck of course, but she was, and since she couldn't move, she\nwhimpered and whined and howled until her voice was hoarse.\nThe big black form on top of her\nsuddenly stopped. She didn't know why; she didn't care why, she simply thanked\nher lucky star that he had. She heard him sniff, and then without warning or\nceremony he pulled out and left her to fall to the forest floor.\nIn the next instant a man appeared.\nHe had a knife in one hand and a gun in the other. Edward growled and dived as\nthe man shot at him. \"Good damn it!\" the man shouted. Edward slipped into the\nshadows. The man grabbed Maggie by the scruff f the neck. \"Are you...?\"\nHe no more than got those words out\nwhen the dark beast launched from the rear, knocking him down and tearing\nMaggie from his grasp. Silver bit into the werewolf's skin, sending him off a\ngood twenty paces while the smoking wound healed. He sized up his opponent.\n                The man\nlooked like a biker. He smelled of many things. But the silver tended to cloud\na lot about him. He was big for a human, and hairy. He looked like a typical\nbiker as seen in the movies or on the television. Edward tensed up his muscles,\nlooking for an opening. All that silver made a direct attack difficult. The man\nknew his stuff. \nThe man lined up his pistol and\ntook aim. But for some reason he didn't fire. \"Look you. I don't want no trouble.\nBut if I have to, I'll but you down quicker than a...\"\nHe didn't get a chance to finish\nhis sentence. Maggie had bit him on the leg and was now hanging on for dear\nlife as he tried to kick free.\nEdward looked for an opening, but Maggie\nseemed to have found the only spot this guy that wasn't coated in silver studs\nand baubles.\nTaking a different approach, Edward\nlunged and grabbed the pistol out of the man's hand with his teeth. He had to\nassume the gun was made of more durable metal than noxious silver. He was\nright. He spit the steel gun a good twenty yards into the woods.\nBy this time the commotion had\nattracted an audience, only in this case, there was audience participation.\nVerona split right out of her dress and stood by Edward, snarling and growling.\nThen she stopped. Her aunt was waving her down. \"Don't!'\nThe man in the leather and silver\nlooked behind him as he still tried to shake loose the wolf desperately trying\nto hamstring him. \"Mom?\"\nEdward fell back on his tail,\nmorphing back to human in his confusion. \"Whose mom?\"\nVerona changed back to. \"Billy?\"\n\"Hey cuz. What the hell are you\nguys doing here? Haven't heard word from you guys is forever!\"\nEdward was sitting in the dirt,\nignoring the stones biting into his skin. Maggie didn't revert, but stayed in\nferal form in case this was a trick. But she did let go of his ankle.\nHe looked down at her. \"Thanks! I\nmight need that leg later on, you never know.\" He stuck his hand down just like\nshe was a human. \"Glad to meet ya I think. Name's William, but everyone calls\nme Billy.\"\nMaggie morphed and careful shook one\nof his finger tips.\n\"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. I tend\nto get overboard wearing this stuff. Seems a shame to let it go to waste.\" He slid\na number of rings off, stuck them into his pocket and extended his hand again.\nShe grabbed and shook it.\n\"Maggie. Maggie Peterson.\"\n\"Well Maggie, can I ask if you're\nalright? This nasty thing was working you over pretty damn good.\"\n\"Oh, it's ok. I'm tough. And\nbesides, I asked for it. Meet my father, Edward Peterson.\"\n\"Father? Hey now, I'm not into no\nkinky stuff going on here.\"\n\"I'm adopted.\"\n\"Oh, then in that case, whatever.\nPeterson you say.\"\nHe was looking over Edward from top\nto bottom. Peterson? Not the Marquette's grandkid?!\"\n\"Does everyone know who I am except\nfor me?\"\nBilly jumped up and down. \"Holy\nhell, I nearly took out Little Eddy Marquette! I so remember you when you used\nto come and visit! Hey Verona, remember this guy?\"\n\"Yes Billy. We know who he is. And his\nlast name is Peterson.\" She was trying to keep her cool. Her cousin was rather\nmouthy. \n\"Whatever. So where have you been\ncousin? You're looking pretty damn good!\"\n\"New York.\"\n\"Whoa!\" He stepped back.\" You mean\nto tell me I just missed you guys?\"\n\"Missed us how?\"\n\"I went to investigate all the trouble\nthat just happened there. It sounded like some of the kind were having a party\nwithout me.\"\n\"Yeah, that was us.\"\n\"Geez! You guys tore up the town!\nWhat the hell happened?\"\n\"Long story...\"\n\"Are ya leaving soon?\"\n\"No.\"\n\"Then we have plenty of time.\" He\nstuck his hand down to Edward and hauled him up. \"Sorry Eddy. I would never\nhave recognized you under all the fur and muscle. No one can turn into the big\nguys anymore. I didn't want to kill you or anything, just get your attention.\" \n\"With a silver bullet?\"\n\"Oh hell no! That pistol of mine is\nloaded with the regular stuff. No point in loading it with silver. I'm not out\nto kill off our own kind. I just go looking for them.\"\n\"And all the silver?\"\n\"Oh this,\" he said fingering it. \"Ma\nand Pa have a bunch of it in the barn. Most of it came from the last werewolf\nhunter to visit these parts. Since I can wear it, I do. Throws off the other\nhunters, though they are few and far between anymore.\"\nBilly was still assessing Edward. \"God\ndamn. The last time I saw ya, you was a skinny little kid. It's been a hell of\na long time. It's good to know yer still alive. Too many of us are gone.\"\nThen he turned his attention to the\nother older couple. \"Aunt Lupenia? Uncle Rey! It's good to see you! I've been\nlooking for you for years! So glad to see you're still alive, and looking good!\"\nEdward was still in shock. \"Verona?\"\n\"Yes.\"\n\"Is he really your cousin?\"\n\"Billy? Yeah.\"\n\"Why can he touch silver?\"\n\"Haven't you ever heard, there's\none in every batch?\"\n\"Something like that.\"\n\"He's just like a typical werewolf hunter.\nHe can touch silver. He can swallow it. It used to make me shiver when he did\nthat, after my first transformation.\"\n\"Kind of like I did when kids would\nswallow goldfish?\"\n\"It's not the same Edward, not even\nclose. He's a good kid, though he's all grown up now. Look at all that hair! The\nman's a literal beast.\"\n\"So where does this guy live?\"\n\"How the hell should I know? I\nthought he was dead, along with Aunt Sophia and Uncle Marc. I think you had\nbetter get dressed and we'll all go back to the house and straighten this out.\""}