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                Maggie and Edward were flying above the clouds, heading for St Petersburg. He was actually feeling pretty good, and that was in no small part thanks to Maggie. Not only had she managed to arrange for all of this, she was happily sucking his cock right now and it felt damn good. It was her intention to be initiated into the mile high club several times over before their adventure was over.                 He leaned back in his chair and relaxed for the first time in what seemed like a very long while. He should have been upset, furious even, with how his life had changed. But thinking back to that drab, grayscale existence, he found it hard to complain. Besides, he had done things no other person had ever done, leastwise not in centuries. Among others, he had met Leonardo da Vinci, and he had died and had been resurrected. Very few had claim to that, and the one who could had followers up the ass.                 He rubbed his chest a little, the only thing physically that still bothered him. His scar was pronounced, and it still twinged from time to time. Outside of that, he was dreading heading home now. Somehow, the thought of settling down with a wife and a baby seemed....well...boring.  There was always a chance that when he was done with all of this, that sort of thing might sound appealing. But not at the moment.                 He had talked with Verona before they left for Russia. She seemed happy enough. He was careful to skirt around the matter of the twins, which he felt she might read more into than there really  was. As matters stood, she was finding it hard to believe her ears about Leonardo being alive, but she had found news reports online about the disruption at Amboise. So she had to give some credence to his words. She would never have called him a liar, and he would not have taken it personally if she had. It was all pretty unbelievable.                 "Just come back to me fairly intact, will you? Our child needs to have a father figure to grow up with."                 He sighed. "I'll try, but I can make few guarantees. It's been a bumpy ride so far, and I don't expect it to get any easier from here on out."                 On the other hand, he had only himself and Maggie to worry about now. Leonardo was presently filling an appointment as an advisor to the pope, with Emile as his helper. Corinne was given a position with the Vatican kitchen, not a glamorous job, but one where a girl her age would not be misconstrued as being anything more than she was. She accepted it with dignity, knowing full well she was going to be near the food. She was still enjoying her renewed ability to feast on normal things.                 So Edward was feeling pretty good. Even if he had no idea what was going to be transpiring in their next stop, he was going to take it one day at a time.                 Maggie, for her part, was glad that things thus far had worked out to a better end than she could have hoped. There was now more of the werewolf kind existing in her world, even if they had been around with her ignorant of that fact. It was exciting to have knowledge of them. She was all for bringing them on this trip, but both Edward and Leonardo were against it. The master told her, "Young lady, two will travel easier than five. And who is to say you won't come back with more?"                 "What?" She had asked. "What do you mean?"                 He wrinkled his nose in a show of amusement. "Remind me to tell you about a trip I once took to Messina. I think you'll find it entertaining. I went in as one, and came back as three."                 He refused to elaborate, so she let it drop. But it seemed obvious that he found two of the kind on his trip and returned with them in tow. She wasn't sure she wanted to bring anyone back from Russia, but the fates might have a way of deciding that for her.                 Now she was warming up her lover for a bit of high flying fun. He had been a nervous wreck ever since he had come out of Leonardo's casket device. She could hardly blame him, considering the trouble that had gone down at Amboise, but he had had no part in it. In fact, he had essentially died before most of it began.                 And she too had missed the final destruction of the cardinal. But she remembered shoving the dagger in his face. She could almost still feel the rage as she stabbed it into his skull. In fact...                 "Mags!"                 She looked up. Edward was staring at her.                 "Kindly leave a little of my cock left for later use, will ya?"                 She slipped his organ out of her mouth. "Sorry. I was thinking about the cardinal."                 He smiled down at her. "I'll tell you what. Let's go to the back of the plane and you can work out all the aggression you want."                 She didn't need any more convincing than that. She stripped were she was, and transformed to four legs before shooting off to the back. Edward gathered her clothes and followed, muttering to himself and rubbing his cock. "It's a good thing I can heal quickly. I think she does as much damage to the people she likes as she does to the ones she hates."                  He was in for a surprise when he got to where she was. She had changed her appearance to something less visually frightening than normal. Of course he was never put off by her forms, except maybe one or two, but this one was meant to be eye candy.                 "What do you think? These rings give a lot of flexibility to our transformations, don't you think?"                 He was staring at a young she-wolf who looked an awful lot like an Afghan hound. Her hair/fur was long and silky, her face was narrow, and her ears hung low instead of remaining perched on the top of her skull. Her tail was draped in a manner that was obviously meant to be seductive. If he had seen a real dog looking like this, he wouldn't have thought twice about it. But that would have been before knowing Maggie. Now, he felt he could lust after any mutt-bitch if she looked the right way at him.                 "Yes they do. Would you like me to assume something similar?" Even as he asked that, he didn't know how she could do what she did. He had always thought that being a werewolf (like he had ever thought they were real!) was something akin to movie magic. A person turned from normal to a huge hulking beast only in the light of a full moon. And while some of that lore appeared to be true, it wasn't as solidly based as Hollywood made it out to be.                 "You can do whatever you want," she said with a grin. "I just like trying out my new ring. It's a hell of a lot of fun you know."                 He nodded in a noncommittal manner. "So is that still the one from the box, or did you take the cardinal's?"                 She slipped it off for a moment. "I can't say for certain, as they all look the same. I like to think it's the one from the box. The thought of wearing the boy-banger's ring is sort of creepy." She peered through the center of it before putting it back on. "Can you imagine having all ten? I know Leo downplays it, but could you imagine what you could do with all of them gathered together?"                 "Nothing."                 She looked up at him."What?"                 "I wouldn't do anything different than I'm doing right now, and that doesn't even take one ring. So how about we forget about this stuff for a little while and enjoy ourselves before this plane lands at Pulkovo Airport. It's a good thing the pope was able to provide us with false documentation as members of the church. I only hope the Russians believe it."                 "Yeah, me too. I'd hate to enter such an imposing country by killing every guard who got in my way!"                 He gave her a dirty look and climbed on top of her as she rolled on her back, her legs tucked in like a contrite puppy. "I didn't mean to sound mean!" It was an act and he knew it.                 "Oh Mags, do shut up once in a while. We'll make our way, one way or another."                 "And what way would like right now?" she asked, as she turned her head to the side and let her tongue loll out.                                "I'll accept just about anything as long as it's in silence."                 She knew when she was talking too much. She put on her big puppy dog eyes, but her tail gave away her true feelings. She was prepared to shut up in return for some good loving.                 Edward meanwhile didn't bother changing. Since he knew this was Maggie, he found that anything they did was acceptable, even when it involved sticking his cock into her when she looked like someone's well-groomed pet. He was finding the idea of bestiality to be increasing alluring, and wondered if he really had done anything back in New York at the wolf sanctuary. That period in his life was still a bit blank.                 He stripped where he was, and settled down on top of her. She licked his face just like she was a real dog. "You don't mind my new look?"                 "Not a bit. And it may come in handy if there's a need to follow in the twin's paw prints."                 She giggled, a weird effect coming from an apparent dog. "You mean you'd walk me around St Petersburg all naked and on a leash?"                 "You bet I would. But you had better be looking human when we get there, or they'll put you in quarantine for a week!" She giggled again and gave him those big eyes. She knew how to be irresistible.                 It was patently obvious that she was more than ready for him, and he was equally ready for her. That didn't keep her from being mischievous, and she made him work to get inside.  He didn't mind, figuring they had plenty of air time before reaching St Petersburg, and a little horseplay before heading into the real thing was completely acceptable. He also figured she'd tire of the game sooner than he would, and he was right. She opened up and morphed just enough to be able to put a proper set of arms around him.                 "So, what do you think we'll find in Russia?" Apparently she couldn't stay quiet for long.                 "Russians." His replay was deadpan.                 "Besides that. Do you think we'll find any of the kind, or any more rings?"                 "Mags! Really? How romantic is having a conversation such as this at a time like this?"                    "Not very. But I can't help but thinking about it..." She cut things short when he pushed in deep. "Hey, that's not fair!"                 "All's fair in love and war! We've been through both. So you just keep trying to talk, and I'll do my best to stop you. And then we'll see who wins."                 She grinned from ear to ear, which wasn't hard in the form she was in. "Fine. You win. I'll try to shut up. I always do it much better though, when I have something in my mouth!"                 She was careful with her hand-like paws not to dig into his skin. Both of them had had enough of healing for a while. She did her best to relax and enjoy his love making, but she was hardly into his patient sort of embrace. Edward viewed it as one of her obvious shorting comings.                 He knew very well how she hated it when he went slowly. But there were times when he didn't want to rush headlong into things. And this was one of them. But after a little while, he changed things up by adding a knot to his cock, and he felt her let go of an inaudible sigh.  Good things came to those who waited.                 He felt her legs lengthen out, and she was now a human analog of the wolf/hound she began this as. It was pretty intense. She looked totally different from her normal feral self, about as much as one could expect. Leonardo may have been right restricting the information surrounding the rings, and especially from Maggie. She seemed to have extraordinary power with just one, though of course she had had four on her person for a short while, so who knows what that had done to her physiology. She would most certainly be a total terror with all ten. Thankfully, she was content with just her one - for now. Leo had his back on his finger, and she allowed the twins to share the other.                 He had to admit he was curious what she was capable of with all four, but was wise enough to settle for her as she was. He had a feeling she would be too much for him to handle. And as she was, she was never boring, and for him, a little touch of boring was nice throwback to his previous existence.                 She had a good grip on his back, and he had his hands under her slim butt, his fingers interlocked solidly. She licked his face, turning her head to the side to give him a seductive look. She did that quite well no matter what form she was in.                 He began his thrusts leisurely, but having pity on her, quickly ramped them up until she was happily gurgling to herself as he forced his cock deep inside her, knot and all. She was a kinky little thing, and there were times that was nice. This was going to be one of them.                 Her present body structure was very much dog like, leastwise in the pelvis region. And that made her especially tight. He ended up wondering what she would look like when she developed far enough along to have noticeable breasts. What she had now were pretty small. He figured it bugged her, seeing how well formed Verona's were, but she knew he loved her regardless. Besides, could Verona ever look like this?                 The answer was probably no. He quit thinking and went to work. He pried her arms from around his back and pinned them to the floor. She gave him a pouty look, which he knew was fake. She knew what he was going to do and was trying to make like the innocent, woebegone little girl she most certainly wasn't. Besides, she had a different look to her right now, and that spoiled any of her attempts at coyness.                 With her arms pinned, he began to rape her. Of course, it was consensual, but in his mind it was still rape. She got off on it, and this time around, he wasn't going to stop until she cried for him to stop. That might that them right to the time the plane was taxing down the landing strip to the airport terminal.                 He had a tight grip on her wrists and on a lark, slipped his fingers down and slid off her ring. That would keep her from having any unfair advantage over him during their play time. He slid it on his own for safe keeping. She didn't voice a complaint, so she must have been alright with it.                 He didn't feel any different for it.  He put all thoughts behind him and went to work. He concentrated on only the feeling; the feeling of her being pinned underneath him, the feeling of his painfully engorged cock inside her, the feeling of being free once again; it was all so wonderful. He wished they were back on the ground where they could just run wild for a while. He remembered running about the farm land and woods in Wisconsin with Verona. He remembered her smell mostly. It had been like a lightning bolt to his senses. He could still smell it in his memory.                  Thus, he didn't notice when his hands began to transform. His claws dug right into the floor of the airplane.  Nor did he particularly notice when his body began to change along with them. Maggie noticed. His cock expanded until she was desperate to match his size. By the time he was done, he was in his oversized persona. She was now, as a matter of size comparison, a beagle puppy and he was a mastiff; heavy on the stiff.                 At first she thought that he had planned this, but she quickly understood he wasn't in control of himself. That was when his knot threatened to become a permanent part of her body. His cock grew forward, and with the knot blocking the way out, it was soon filling her up and beyond.                 "Father!" She yelled, not yet worried, but properly concerned.                 He didn't respond in a cognitive manner. His eyes glowed red, and he was putting off a smell that was heady and delightful, yet at the same time strong and overpoweringly musky.  So even as she was yelling to get his attention, her desire to fight him drifted away. Her body relaxed, leaving her mind still active and wanting to fight the effect. It was as if she had been dosed in muscle relaxers.                 It was just as well, for that which was happening to her, made her body more ready to accept his. His cock continued to grow, until it felt like a living entity within her belly. She could feel the beat of his raging heart through it; at least she did until he started to pummel her body with his.  Then it felt like his thrusts were forcing her heart into a whole new rhythm.                 Without even thinking about it he ripped his claws from the floor and yanked her arms over her head. His muzzle came down to within an inch of hers. He sniffed. She had no idea what he was trying to do, but in his foggy mind he was searching for the source of the smell that had triggered the mating ritual. He was too feral to understand it had been all in his head, the memory was so strong. Not knowing what else to do, she licked his face.                 He ignored it, and failing at finding the smell with his nose, relied on his memory to suffice. It was an overpowering urge, one that could not be sated except by action.                 What had started out as a mock rape turned into the real thing. Maggie had always liked things exciting and a little rough. Now she was getting a bigger dose than she had ever bargained for. All of their play prior to this had still allowed her to be in control. That little element of safety was gone. She wasn't sure if it scared her or turned her on, but the adrenalin rush was real either way.                 Edward was rocking her world, so to speak, and at the same time rocking the entire airplane. A Boeing seven forty seven was no lightweight, and the pilots were feeling the action within the plane like he was hitting turbulence. It wasn't like they could get up to see what was going on. So they wisely chalked it up to micro downbursts and kept flying.                 The huge hulking beast didn't have any morals, or a sense of right and wrong. What it had was an instinct to breed. Verona found out the hard way what all that entailed, and Maggie had been jealous of her. Now she was finding out that sometimes, a little gentleness and ease weren't all bad.                 She was being pushed to her limits internally. As it was, she could see his thrusts through her belly, in part because this form was so slim. He had her legs spread wide until her hips were in danger of dislocating. She tried to adjust her form a little but was unable to. She was stuck; literally, for the duration.                 His whole back was into it, ramming her repeatedly until a tiny trickle of blood managed to escape from the otherwise impervious seal his knot had created. He wasn't aware of it and if he had, in his present frame of mind he wouldn't have cared. Maggie could feel it, and for once in her life (or maybe twice) she found she was in over her head.                 The hulkingly huge werewolf was only doing what came naturally, or supernaturally, to him. He was mating. It wasn't sex, it was reproduction. It didn't matter that the female under him wasn't of an age to breed. It just didn't matter. She was female and he was male and something in his head had triggered it. If Maggie had been a real dog, it would have already expired from fright and the physical torture it would have been taking. The same if it had been a female human, no matter the size of age. But Maggie was both and neither.                 She was never one to shy away from a challenge, though in her head she was thinking of adjusting that stance. She was finding that there were things in this world that were greater than her. What she really needed was to get her ring back. Apparently two were more powerful than just on, as she herself had found out.  The double dose of power had gone to Edward's head; both of them -literally, figuratively and absolutely actually.                 His grip was ironclad, but by concentrating, she managed to reduce her paw size to the same width as her wrist. She found it hard to muster her strength, but when she did, she slipped it out painfully and in the next instant, had it on his rings. He hardly noticed. But getting the rings off proved difficult since his paw was resting heavily on the floor of the plane. So she did the only thing she thought she could do and bit him hard enough to draw blood.                 It got his attention, but not in a good way, Still, he did lift his paw up to place it around her neck. His voice was deep and menacing. "Do you want to play games with me?"                 He let loose of her of other arm and her hands went instinctively to her throat. He chuckled darkly. "Hold still. I'm not done yet."                 He went to drop her and she swiftly removed his rings. A shudder ran through his body at their loss, though he had no sense to understand the cause. The rings were nothing in this form, mere baubles.                 Maggie eased them onto her fingers and willed herself little extra size and bulk. The relief inside her was immediate.  There might have been a reason that the master had declined to elaborate on the rings. And maybe, just maybe, there was a reason that one was enough.                 Edward didn't change physically, but his head cleared. He shook it several times before he was able to think clearly. The last thing he remembered for the moment was mating with Verona. But looking down, he saw only an oversized dog. That horrified him until he worked out that it was Maggie. He remembered now. She had assumed this fetching form to entice him. What had happened?                 "Mags?"

                Her smiled was pained. "Back with me now, are you?"                 "What happened?"                 "You happened, you idiot. You took one ring too many for the task at hand. I didn't think I'd ever ask this, but can you get that baseball bat sized cock of yours out of my body?"                 He was still trying to clear his head. "What?" But he sensed his form was huge and immediately forced his entire form to revert to human.                 She dropped against the floor of the plane in relief. "Oh thank goodness. I was sure you were going to fuck me right into my death bed."                 "What happened?" he asked.                 "HOW THE HELL SHOULD I KNOW?" She wasn't angry with him precisely, just with his lack of sense. "Father, you just went all berserker on me, and you ask me why?"                 He pulled out of her and cringed at the sight of blood. "Oh god Mags, I'm so sorry!"                 She sat up. "I'll heal. But what the hell set you off, because whatever it was, I do not wish to ever have it happen again."                 He sat on the floor crying. "I don't know. I was getting into your form; I can remember that now. And I was thinking how nice it was to be free for a little while and...and that got me thinking about back in Wisconsin when Verona and I were..." He stopped, ashamed.                 "You were thinking about the mating weren't you? You suffered a mental override of your basic senses. You really need to get a grip on this whole werewolf gig daddy-o before you end up killing me."                 His tears were real and running hotly down his face. "I'm sorry. It just happened."                 She sat up and moved to his lap, putting her arms around his neck. "Oh don't go getting all emotional on me. I know you didn't mean it. But if we ever need you to get all crazy again, I'd suggest you think about Verona again. You'll be unstoppable. And if it does happen again, I'll tell you right now I'm running the other way. There is no way under the sun and moon that I'll let myself get trapped like that again."                 Then she stopped and looked up at him. "Or at least not until I'm all grown up. Sex is fun, but that was excruciating!"