{"sf1_id":756514,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Making an Ash of Yourself","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2907,"posted_at":"2014-09-14T03:27:00.000Z","tags":["Conception","Human","Knot","Pain","Plot Development","Story Progression","Vaginal","Werewolf","breeding","sex","surprise"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/756514-making-an-ash-of-yourself","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/756514","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=756514\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#36 of The Moonrise Chronicles","content":"           Billy dropped to the floor. \"I\nmight finish this bastard off myself.\"\n\"No! Her loss is lamentable, but I\nwant to question him. Then, if I think it's necessary, I'll feed him his\nsilver.\"\nBilly looked at Rey sharply. \"What\ngood will that do?\"\n\"Son, didn't you notice? Not all\nthose injuries were from the car crash. There were teeth marks on him. Edward\nbit him. If he's part werewolf, than those antibodies are going to cause this\nfellow to transform.  When he does, he'll\nfind out just how much fun it is to be the prey instead of the hunter.\"\nBilly heard the man groan. He\nwalked out and hauled him into the living room. He dropped him in front of the\nashes. A few swirled into the air. \"You killed a bright young girl. Tell me why\nI shouldn't kill you now!\"\nThe hunter raised his head and\nlooked at the remains on the carpet. \"I couldn't have killed her.\"\n\"Why not? It was your gun. It was\nyour silver.\"\n\"Gun yes. Silver no. There was no\nsilver in the gun. Only lead.\"\n\"BULLSHIT! Look at this! She burned\nup!\"\n\"Maybe so, but not because of me.\nNo silver in the gun. Only lead.\"\n\"Then explain to me why I have a\npile of ashes here on the floor?\"\n\"I do not know.\"\nBilly cold-cocked the guy. His head\nhit the floor with a thud. He turned to his Uncle Rey. \"You've got a week.\nAfter that, I'm tearing this guy to pieces.\"\n                \nMiles away, in an area thick with\ntrees, a werewolf was tearing his way through the forest. Behind him another\nwas doing her best to keep up with him. \nShe knew if she could get within range of his nose, her scent would pull\nhim in. The same went for his. It was going to be the only thing capable of\nburning off his rage. She hoped beyond hope that she would survive the\nexperience. He was a lot bigger than any other werewolf she had seen. Of\ncourse, that wasn't a very high number. \nHe paused for just a moment and she\ntook the opportunity to launch herself over his head and stood there, making\nsure she was upwind. His eyes focused as his nose sniffed the air. \"Female.\"\n\"Yes female.\"\n\"What do you want?\"\n\"You!\"\nHe sniffed again. \"No.\"\nShe was taken aback. \"No? I'm in\nheat you idiot!\"\n\"No!\"\n\"Why not.\"\nHe paused. \"I don't know.\"\nDespite his words, his cock was\nworking itself in and out, undecided as to what he wanted. She took a desperate\nstand and sprayed him in the face with her urine. He roared and shook his head.\nBut it was too late.  Her pheromones were\nworking their way into his brain. \nHe pounced. She was expecting it,\nbut for his size, he was fast. She might as well have been prey. He grabbed her\nneck and forced her down. It was terrifying, even though she knew what to\nexpect. What she had never counted on was mating with an outsized specimen of\nthe breed.  She had no idea how the young\ngirl had managed it. She had been a tough little scrapper. It was too bad that\nthings had to work out to this end.\nShe had little time to contemplate\nthe girl's sacrifice. Edward was heading into his breeding stance. Once that\nhappened there would be no going back. She knew this not from experience, but\nfrom stories from her mother. \nShe said a little prayer and held\nperfectly still. She felt his cock slice into her backside and begin its\njourney to her womb. Her eyes nearly bulged from the force of that mass driving\nup into her body.  He was pushing so hard\nthat her front paws could hardly hold her in place. He fixed that when he put\nthem on her shoulders and bore her down. She could feel his claws as the sunk\ninto her flesh. The pain was nearly unbearable.\nWerewolf mating was never a calm\nand quiet thing. Sex maybe, but not mating. There were too many hormones and\npheromones and other chemicals in the mix for it to be quiet.  Add to that one oversized Dire Wolf version\nof a werewolf, and things were going to get noisy. A lot of it was going to be\ncoming from her.\nIt started when he was in all the\nway. She could feel his knot as it expanded to the filling point, and then past\nit. The pressure was intense. Again, she had to give a nod to Maggie. The girl\nwas tougher than she looked.  But then\nagain, she had never had to take him on full force. And she really meant full\nforce.\nWerewolf mating couldn't even be\nlooked upon as rape. It was beyond rape. A werewolf and human might do it, with\nthe male being human. That was fairly tame. But when a male werewolf entered\ninto the fray, the situation became grave. A human female wasn't likely to\nsurvive. The body couldn't adjust to the force and the size of a normal \"were\",\nmuch less Edward..\nEdward's mind was clouded over. He\nwas still there, just shoved way back in the back where he couldn't get in the\nway. There was no room for a rational mind anywhere close to an act like this.\nIt was as feral as you could get. It would make wolverines and Tasmanian's\nDevils look like trembling newbies.\nWith a growl he thrust in sharply.\nShe let out a howl. Whether he ignored her cry or it drove him onward, he did\nit again. To her it was like having a smoldering log from a bonfire rammed\nbetween her legs. It was hard, it was hot, and it was absolutely intense. It\nwas amazing how her body began to respond. What should have gotten worse as\ntime went on only grew in intensity and pleasure.\nHer back feet went into a dance, an\nuncontrollable little motion that was a release of tension as it built to a\ncrescendo within her. She was even conscious of biting her own tongue as his\ncock passed back and forth, stretching her insides to the breaking point.\nThe Dire Werewolf was preoccupied\nwith her smell. At the moment there was less attention to any other feelings,\neither physical or emotional. This was a matter of having something deeply primal\n being triggered by her scent. It was\nlike feeding. There was a need to fulfill a basic requirement of his life\ncycle. His body was doing what needed to be done heedless of any concerns or\ncares the mind might have. Edward could feel it all. He couldn't affect it, but\nhe was experiencing the whole of it, and it was good.\nHis savage thrusts were lifting her\nass right off the ground. His knot prevented his escaping her body, and for\nthat she should have been thankful. His cock was so engorged that pulling it\ntoo far out might have pulled her insides right out with it. As it was, she was\ntrembling and sweating in a very undignified way. \nHer howls increased to a point that\nthey sounded more like shrieks. They doubled as her body reacted to all of this\nstimulation by having an orgasm. Her cunt had no room to contract, and squeezed\ndown painfully around the massive intrusion inside her.\nThe male's body, hardly something\nthat could be called Edward at the moment, was responding too. As she squeezed\nhim in a ring of firm flesh, he felt the call from his deepest regions. He felt\nthat sensation rise to the base of his cock before moving upwards and out. The\npassage of his sperm was suddenly painfully hot and incredibly sharp. He\nroared, adding his voice to hers as their combined output drove away every\nliving creature in the neighborhood. \nSomewhere inside that giant\nwerewolf body there was a human mind. It was nearly overwhelmed with the\nsensations running through this form, but there was little he could do about\nit. Even now, when it should be sated, he could feel the hormones driving it\non.  His cock refused to budge. His knot\nremained hard and tight inside her. His hips started to twitch again.\nVerona relaxed, but only\nmomentarily. If what her mother had told her, the drive could last for days.\nAnd this was only the first round. Sure enough, she could feel his muscle\ntwitching. She sucked in a couple of deep breathes and hunkered down as low as\nshe could go. It hardly mattered for when he pushed and lifted at the same\ntime,  he left her dangling from his\ncock. Only by stretching her legs completely were her nails even able to touch\nthe ground. \nHer whole body became complete putty\nas he worked her over a second time. She could hardly move a muscle, and\nanything she could move was only in a vestigial way. He was large and in\ncharge, and until his body decided it was done, he was going to continue. The\nfact was though; he had no control over anything at the moment. He would finish\nonce the smell came through to him that she had conceived.  This was not sex. It was mating. The point of\nsex was pleasure. The point of mating was to conceive.\nHis body was being forced to\nproduce copious amounts of sperm. His balls were swelling as they were pressed\ninto overtime. His body trembled at the smell of her overpowering aroma. This\nwas no kid's game. This wasn't a romp on the bed. This was a serious,\nbaby-making endeavor. \nThe second round lasted long than\nthe first and the third longer than the second, and so on. To simplify matters,\nit was four days before they were finally able to separate and even think about\nmaking their way home. Both were too tired to move, and they slept for a whole\nday, through sunshine and moonlight, until they were rested enough to return.\nEdward was back to being human\nagain, and he finally had the opportunity to mourn the loss of Maggie. He was\nemotionally overwrought, yet despite this feeling, he was so tired and sated\nthat it didn't hit him as he felt it should. \nThey returned to their feral selves\nand taking the back ways, made the trip back to Wolf Creek in good time. Edward\nfound the distance that he and the hunter had originally covered to be more\nconsiderable than he had realized during the chase. They had ended up a good\ntwenty five miles away.\nThey knocked on the door. Sophia\ncame out to great them. She gave them both huge hugs. \"Come in, come in.\" She\nushered them in and set them to getting cleaned up and dressed.  She was careful to not mention the ashes that\nhad been on the floor. She decided to let him ask. Then she'd know he was\nready. The others stayed out of the way. Edward had just come off of a loss and\non top of that the mating ritual. His mind was probably still reeling.\nHe was blunt and to the point.\n\"What happened to Maggie's body?\"\n\"Well son, when we got back from\ntrying to keep up with you, all that was left was a pile of ash.\"\nHe nodded. \"I figured as much. The\nsame thing happened to Albert Fish's body. I only wish I had finished off the hunter.\nI seem to recall being talked out of it.\"\nBilly spoke up. \"That's not a\nproblem Eddy. We brought him back here. Ma's been threatening him with a live\nroasting over the wood stove. Hell, she hasn't fired up that old thing in a\nwhile. But like she said, there are more than enough mouths to feed.\" \n\"I'd like to have a few words with\nhim. There wasn't a chance you guys recovered the box is there?\"\n\"Sorry Eddy. There wasn't enough\ntime to look. We might go in another day or two, but there are still road crews\ndown there repairing the guardrail and the road. You tore up the county pretty\ndamn good.\"\nHe nodded and went silent. Now he\nhad lost Maggie and the ring. And now he was going to be a father. How had his\nlife suddenly gotten so out of control? \n\"How long were we gone?\"\n\"Going on a week.\"\n\"I guess then that I should\ncongratulate you on being grandparents.\" He made a slight bw to Reynaud and\nLupenia.\n\"I assumed that was going to be the\ncase son. And thank you. Our way isn't the human way and it was probably pretty\nstrange for you. The rest of us have years of lead in before it hits. You've\nhad pretty much no time at all. It's amazing that you're still all together in the head.\"\n\"Together? Don't count on it. So\nwhere's this fellow at?\"\nThey walked out to the barn. The\nhunter was hooked up in chains, in a way that is too gruesome to speak of. But\nhe was still alive. Edward grabbed his chin and looked him in the eyes.\n\"I don't know you well enough to\nhate you. But I can come close. It's my opinion that you should die. But I like\nwhat I see here. You can hang here and rot for all I care. You have taken away\nsome of my most precious things. So unless you can get them back for me, I have\nno pity on you whatsoever.\"\n\"I do not want your pity,\" the man\nspit out. \"Because of you I am changing. There is no more dishonorable thing\nfor me than that. I would rather die than live through becoming an abomination\nlike yourself.\"\n\"Strong words. What happened to\nbeing tired of killing? It didn't stop you from murdering my daughter.\"\n\"Daughter? She was not your\ndaughter. I may not have your acute senses, but I know what my nose tells me.\nShe was wawkalak; you are rougarou.\"\nEdward squeezed the man's face,\nfeeling the rage building up. He was right, she wasn't blood kin, but how did\nhe know?\"\n\"What the fuck is a wawkalak?\"\nMarcus stopped him before he\ncrushed the hunter's skull. In his building rage he had partially transformed.\n\"A wawkalak is one of the kind. They are from the region of Siberia and Russia.\nBut how this murderer could tell is beyond me, unless he is lying.\"\n\"There is no point in telling a\nlie. She was wawkalak. And I did not kill her. The gun was filled with lead\nshot.\"\nBilly was sounding pretty upset.\n\"Then explain to me how she ended up as a pile of ash on the floor.\"\n\"Because she's always going to be\nsmarter than all of you combined!\"\nWhile the voice echoed around the\nbarn, it came from the rafters. It was female, and it was young. A second later\na nude and fully intact Maggie Peterson dropped from the loft. Edward collapsed\nin a heap on the floor. Everyone else just stared.\n\"What? No one listens to a damn\nthing I have to say. You're all like, hide the ring, bury the ring. Now look what's\nhappened. You lost the box, didn't you? As for me; poor little Maggie!\" At this\npoint she was in front of the hunter, \"You assumed I was dead. Who can blame\nyou. When I woke up after that blast it felt like I had to be kick started to\nget moving. \"\n\"But Mags. They said you were\nnothing but ashes on the floor.\"\nMaggie kicked the hunter in the\nballs and then dropped on the floor next to her father. \"There were ashes on\nthe floor all right. Sophia has a really neat, big wood burning stove. The thing\nis pretty old. It's also filled with ashes. When everyone left, I kind of\nfigured out what had happened. So I gathered some up and sifted them in the\nrough shape of my body.\"\nEdward has so angry he just about\nhit her. \"But why? Why put me through all that?\"\n\"Chill out. When you left the house\nI'm pretty damn sure you were counting on me already being dead. I don't blame\nyou. That hole took a while to heal. \"\n\"That doesn't explain your actions.\nWhy make everyone think that you're dead?\"\n\"Simple. I know you love me, and I\nlove you. But I can't breed with you yet and Verona can. So I got thinking that\nit you thought I was out of the picture, then you'd quit fighting it and give\nher a baby. I think it would be cool to have a sibling.\"\nEdward was sprouting hair. Maggie\nleaned in and kissed him. \"Relax. You guys keep thinking I'm fragile. Like this\nguy says, I might be part Russian. Who knows? But for now, you see, everything is\nalright. I'm fine, Verona has a baby on the way and we have our very own\nwerewolf hunter to play with.\"\nEdward got up and took her by the\nhand. \"Where are we going?\"\n\"You young lady are going to get\nthe paddling of a lifetime!\"\n           Her eyes lit up. \"I hope you don't consider that\nto be a punishment. It sound's fun!\" "}