{"sf1_id":772559,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Be-Were in the Air","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":4440,"posted_at":"2014-10-24T14:57:00.000Z","tags":["Airplane","Feral","Girl","Human","M/F","NC","Rape","Rape play","Rough","Transformation","Underage","Werewolf","mating","rough sex","sex"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/772559-be-were-in-the-air","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/772559","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=772559\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#55 of The Moonrise Chronicles\n\nOk, so I lied a little. I didn't anyone to worry, but the fun in the air turned more into a scare for poor little Maggie. There will no forthcoming stories again for a little while. Still researching, especially since I think I have a few readers who hail from Russia, I do not wish to appear ignorant and obtuse. So bear with me...","content":"                Maggie\nand Edward were flying above the clouds, heading for St Petersburg. He was\nactually feeling pretty good, and that was in no small part thanks to Maggie.\nNot only had she managed to arrange for all of this, she was happily sucking\nhis cock right now and it felt damn good. It was her intention to be initiated\ninto the mile high club several times over before their adventure was over.\n                He\nleaned back in his chair and relaxed for the first time in what seemed like a\nvery long while. He should have been upset, furious even, with how his life had\nchanged. But thinking back to that drab, grayscale existence, he found it hard\nto complain. Besides, he had done things no other person had ever done,\nleastwise not in centuries. Among others, he had met Leonardo da Vinci, and he\nhad died and had been resurrected. Very few had claim to that, and the one who could\nhad followers up the ass.\n                He\nrubbed his chest a little, the only thing physically that still bothered him.\nHis scar was pronounced, and it still twinged from time to time. Outside of\nthat, he was dreading heading home now. Somehow, the thought of settling down\nwith a wife and a baby seemed....well...boring. \nThere was always a chance that when he was done with all of this, that sort\nof thing might sound appealing. But not at the moment.\n                He had\ntalked with Verona before they left for Russia. She seemed happy enough. He was\ncareful to skirt around the matter of the twins, which he felt she might read\nmore into than there really  was. As matters\nstood, she was finding it hard to believe her ears about Leonardo being alive,\nbut she had found news reports online about the disruption at Amboise. So she\nhad to give some credence to his words. She would never have called him a liar,\nand he would not have taken it personally if she had. It was all pretty\nunbelievable.\n                \"Just\ncome back to me fairly intact, will you? Our child needs to have a father\nfigure to grow up with.\"\n                He\nsighed. \"I'll try, but I can make few guarantees. It's been a bumpy ride so\nfar, and I don't expect it to get any easier from here on out.\"\n                On the\nother hand, he had only himself and Maggie to worry about now. Leonardo was\npresently filling an appointment as an advisor to the pope, with Emile as his\nhelper. Corinne was given a position with the Vatican kitchen, not a glamorous\njob, but one where a girl her age would not be misconstrued as being anything\nmore than she was. She accepted it with dignity, knowing full well she was\ngoing to be near the food. She was still enjoying her renewed ability to feast\non normal things.\n                So\nEdward was feeling pretty good. Even if he had no idea what was going to be\ntranspiring in their next stop, he was going to take it one day at a time.\n                Maggie,\nfor her part, was glad that things thus far had worked out to a better end than\nshe could have hoped. There was now more of the werewolf kind existing in her\nworld, even if they had been around with her ignorant of that fact. It was\nexciting to have knowledge of them. She was all for bringing them on this trip,\nbut both Edward and Leonardo were against it. The master told her, \"Young lady,\ntwo will travel easier than five. And who is to say you won't come back with\nmore?\"\n                \"What?\"\nShe had asked. \"What do you mean?\"\n                He\nwrinkled his nose in a show of amusement. \"Remind me to tell you about a trip I\nonce took to Messina. I think you'll find it entertaining. I went in as one,\nand came back as three.\"\n                He\nrefused to elaborate, so she let it drop. But it seemed obvious that he found\ntwo of the kind on his trip and returned with them in tow. She wasn't sure she\nwanted to bring anyone back from Russia, but the fates might have a way of\ndeciding that for her. \n                Now she\nwas warming up her lover for a bit of high flying fun. He had been a nervous wreck\never since he had come out of Leonardo's casket device. She could hardly blame\nhim, considering the trouble that had gone down at Amboise, but he had had no\npart in it. In fact, he had essentially died before most of it began. \n                And she\ntoo had missed the final destruction of the cardinal. But she remembered shoving\nthe dagger in his face. She could almost still feel the rage as she stabbed it\ninto his skull. In fact...\n                \"Mags!\"\n                She\nlooked up. Edward was staring at her. \n                \"Kindly\nleave a little of my cock left for later use, will ya?\"\n                She\nslipped his organ out of her mouth. \"Sorry. I was thinking about the cardinal.\"\n                He\nsmiled down at her. \"I'll tell you what. Let's go to the back of the plane and\nyou can work out all the aggression you want.\"\n                She\ndidn't need any more convincing than that. She stripped were she was, and\ntransformed to four legs before shooting off to the back. Edward gathered her\nclothes and followed, muttering to himself and rubbing his cock. \"It's a good\nthing I can heal quickly. I think she does as much damage to the people she\nlikes as she does to the ones she hates.\"\n                 He was in for a surprise when he got to where\nshe was. She had changed her appearance to something less visually frightening\nthan normal. Of course he was never put off by her forms, except maybe one or\ntwo, but this one was meant to be eye candy.\n                \"What\ndo you think? These rings give a lot of flexibility to our transformations,\ndon't you think?\"\n                He was\nstaring at a young she-wolf who looked an awful lot like an Afghan hound. Her\nhair/fur was long and silky, her face was narrow, and her ears hung low instead\nof remaining perched on the top of her skull. Her tail was draped in a manner\nthat was obviously meant to be seductive. If he had seen a real dog looking\nlike this, he wouldn't have thought twice about it. But that would have been\nbefore knowing Maggie. Now, he felt he could lust after any mutt-bitch if she\nlooked the right way at him.\n                \"Yes\nthey do. Would you like me to assume something similar?\" Even as he asked that,\nhe didn't know how she could do what she did. He had always thought that being\na werewolf (like he had ever thought they were real!) was something akin to\nmovie magic. A person turned from normal to a huge hulking beast only in the\nlight of a full moon. And while some of that lore appeared to be true, it wasn't\nas solidly based as Hollywood made it out to be.\n                \"You\ncan do whatever you want,\" she said with a grin. \"I just like trying out my new\nring. It's a hell of a lot of fun you know.\"\n                He\nnodded in a noncommittal manner. \"So is that still the one from the box, or did\nyou take the cardinal's?\"\n                She\nslipped it off for a moment. \"I can't say for certain, as they all look the\nsame. I like to think it's the one from the box. The thought of wearing the\nboy-banger's ring is sort of creepy.\" She peered through the center of it\nbefore putting it back on. \"Can you imagine having all ten? I know Leo\ndownplays it, but could you imagine what you could do with all of them gathered\ntogether?\"\n                \"Nothing.\"\n                She\nlooked up at him.\"What?\"\n                \"I\nwouldn't do anything different than I'm doing right now, and that doesn't even\ntake one ring. So how about we forget about this stuff for a little while and\nenjoy ourselves before this plane lands at Pulkovo Airport. It's a good thing\nthe pope was able to provide us with false documentation as members of the\nchurch. I only hope the Russians believe it.\"\n                \"Yeah,\nme too. I'd hate to enter such an imposing country by killing every guard who\ngot in my way!\"\n                He gave\nher a dirty look and climbed on top of her as she rolled on her back, her legs\ntucked in like a contrite puppy. \"I didn't mean to sound mean!\" It was an act\nand he knew it.\n                \"Oh\nMags, do shut up once in a while. We'll make our way, one way or another.\"\n                \"And\nwhat way would like right now?\" she asked, as she turned her head to the side\nand let her tongue loll out.                \n                \"I'll\naccept just about anything as long as it's in silence.\"\n                She\nknew when she was talking too much. She put on her big puppy dog eyes, but her\ntail gave away her true feelings. She was prepared to shut up in return for\nsome good loving.\n                Edward\nmeanwhile didn't bother changing. Since he knew this was Maggie, he found that\nanything they did was acceptable, even when it involved sticking his cock into\nher when she looked like someone's well-groomed pet. He was finding the idea of\nbestiality to be increasing alluring, and wondered if he really had done\nanything back in New York at the wolf sanctuary. That period in his life was still\na bit blank.\n                He\nstripped where he was, and settled down on top of her. She licked his face just\nlike she was a real dog. \"You don't mind my new look?\"\n                \"Not a\nbit. And it may come in handy if there's a need to follow in the twin's paw\nprints.\"\n                She\ngiggled, a weird effect coming from an apparent dog. \"You mean you'd walk me\naround St Petersburg all naked and on a leash?\"\n                \"You\nbet I would. But you had better be looking human when we get there, or they'll\nput you in quarantine for a week!\" She giggled again and gave him those big\neyes. She knew how to be irresistible. \n                It was\npatently obvious that she was more than ready for him, and he was equally ready\nfor her. That didn't keep her from being mischievous, and she made him work to\nget inside.  He didn't mind, figuring\nthey had plenty of air time before reaching St Petersburg, and a little\nhorseplay before heading into the real thing was completely acceptable. He also\nfigured she'd tire of the game sooner than he would, and he was right. She\nopened up and morphed just enough to be able to put a proper set of arms around\nhim.\n                \"So,\nwhat do you think we'll find in Russia?\" Apparently she couldn't stay quiet for\nlong.\n                \"Russians.\"\nHis replay was deadpan.\n                \"Besides\nthat. Do you think we'll find any of the kind, or any more rings?\"\n                \"Mags!\nReally? How romantic is having a conversation such as this at a time like\nthis?\"    \n                \"Not\nvery. But I can't help but thinking about it...\" She cut things short when he\npushed in deep. \"Hey, that's not fair!\"\n                \"All's\nfair in love and war! We've been through both. So you just keep trying to talk,\nand I'll do my best to stop you. And then we'll see who wins.\"\n                She\ngrinned from ear to ear, which wasn't hard in the form she was in. \"Fine. You win.\nI'll try to shut up. I always do it much better though, when I have something\nin my mouth!\"\n                She was\ncareful with her hand-like paws not to dig into his skin. Both of them had had\nenough of healing for a while. She did her best to relax and enjoy his love\nmaking, but she was hardly into his patient sort of embrace. Edward viewed it\nas one of her obvious shorting comings.\n                He knew\nvery well how she hated it when he went slowly. But there were times when he\ndidn't want to rush headlong into things. And this was one of them. But after a\nlittle while, he changed things up by adding a knot to his cock, and he felt\nher let go of an inaudible sigh.  Good\nthings came to those who waited. \n                He felt\nher legs lengthen out, and she was now a human analog of the wolf/hound she\nbegan this as. It was pretty intense. She looked totally different from her\nnormal feral self, about as much as one could expect. Leonardo may have been\nright restricting the information surrounding the rings, and especially from\nMaggie. She seemed to have extraordinary power with just one, though of course\nshe had had four on her person for a short while, so who knows what that had\ndone to her physiology. She would most certainly be a total terror with all\nten. Thankfully, she was content with just her one - for now. Leo had his back\non his finger, and she allowed the twins to share the other.\n                He had\nto admit he was curious what she was capable of with all four, but was wise\nenough to settle for her as she was. He had a feeling she would be too much for\nhim to handle. And as she was, she was never boring, and for him, a little\ntouch of boring was nice throwback to his previous existence.\n                She had\na good grip on his back, and he had his hands under her slim butt, his fingers\ninterlocked solidly. She licked his face, turning her head to the side to give\nhim a seductive look. She did that quite well no matter what form she was in. \n                He\nbegan his thrusts leisurely, but having pity on her, quickly ramped them up\nuntil she was happily gurgling to herself as he forced his cock deep inside\nher, knot and all. She was a kinky little thing, and there were times that was\nnice. This was going to be one of them.\n                Her\npresent body structure was very much dog like, leastwise in the pelvis region.\nAnd that made her especially tight. He ended up wondering what she would look\nlike when she developed far enough along to have noticeable breasts. What she\nhad now were pretty small. He figured it bugged her, seeing how well formed\nVerona's were, but she knew he loved her regardless. Besides, could Verona ever\nlook like this?\n                The\nanswer was probably no. He quit thinking and went to work. He pried her arms\nfrom around his back and pinned them to the floor. She gave him a pouty look,\nwhich he knew was fake. She knew what he was going to do and was trying to make\nlike the innocent, woebegone little girl she most certainly wasn't. Besides,\nshe had a different look to her right now, and that spoiled any of her attempts\nat coyness.\n                With\nher arms pinned, he began to rape her. Of course, it was consensual, but in his\nmind it was still rape. She got off on it, and this time around, he wasn't\ngoing to stop until she cried for him to stop. That might that them right to\nthe time the plane was taxing down the landing strip to the airport terminal.\n                He had\na tight grip on her wrists and on a lark, slipped his fingers down and slid off\nher ring. That would keep her from having any unfair advantage over him during\ntheir play time. He slid it on his own for safe keeping. She didn't voice a\ncomplaint, so she must have been alright with it.\n                He\ndidn't feel any different for it.  He put\nall thoughts behind him and went to work. He concentrated on only the feeling;\nthe feeling of her being pinned underneath him, the feeling of his painfully\nengorged cock inside her, the feeling of being free once again; it was all so\nwonderful. He wished they were back on the ground where they could just run\nwild for a while. He remembered running about the farm land and woods in\nWisconsin with Verona. He remembered her smell mostly. It had been like a\nlightning bolt to his senses. He could still smell it in his memory.\n                 Thus, he didn't notice when his hands began to\ntransform. His claws dug right into the floor of the airplane.  Nor did he particularly notice when his body\nbegan to change along with them. Maggie noticed. His cock expanded until she\nwas desperate to match his size. By the time he was done, he was in his\noversized persona. She was now, as a matter of size comparison, a beagle puppy\nand he was a mastiff; heavy on the stiff.\n                At\nfirst she thought that he had planned this, but she quickly understood he\nwasn't in control of himself. That was when his knot threatened to become a\npermanent part of her body. His cock grew forward, and with the knot blocking\nthe way out, it was soon filling her up and beyond.\n                \"Father!\"\nShe yelled, not yet worried, but properly concerned.\n                He didn't\nrespond in a cognitive manner. His eyes glowed red, and he was putting off a\nsmell that was heady and delightful, yet at the same time strong and overpoweringly\nmusky.  So even as she was yelling to get\nhis attention, her desire to fight him drifted away. Her body relaxed, leaving\nher mind still active and wanting to fight the effect. It was as if she had\nbeen dosed in muscle relaxers.\n                It was\njust as well, for that which was happening to her, made her body more ready to\naccept his. His cock continued to grow, until it felt like a living entity\nwithin her belly. She could feel the beat of his raging heart through it; at\nleast she did until he started to pummel her body with his.  Then it felt like his thrusts were forcing her\nheart into a whole new rhythm.\n                Without\neven thinking about it he ripped his claws from the floor and yanked her arms\nover her head. His muzzle came down to within an inch of hers. He sniffed. She\nhad no idea what he was trying to do, but in his foggy mind he was searching\nfor the source of the smell that had triggered the mating ritual. He was too\nferal to understand it had been all in his head, the memory was so strong. Not\nknowing what else to do, she licked his face. \n                He\nignored it, and failing at finding the smell with his nose, relied on his\nmemory to suffice. It was an overpowering urge, one that could not be sated\nexcept by action.\n                What\nhad started out as a mock rape turned into the real thing. Maggie had always\nliked things exciting and a little rough. Now she was getting a bigger dose\nthan she had ever bargained for. All of their play prior to this had still\nallowed her to be in control. That little element of safety was gone. She\nwasn't sure if it scared her or turned her on, but the adrenalin rush was real\neither way.\n                Edward\nwas rocking her world, so to speak, and at the same time rocking the entire\nairplane. A Boeing seven forty seven was no lightweight, and the pilots were\nfeeling the action within the plane like he was hitting turbulence. It wasn't\nlike they could get up to see what was going on. So they wisely chalked it up\nto micro downbursts and kept flying.\n                The\nhuge hulking beast didn't have any morals, or a sense of right and wrong. What\nit had was an instinct to breed. Verona found out the hard way what all that\nentailed, and Maggie had been jealous of her. Now she was finding out that\nsometimes, a little gentleness and ease weren't all bad.\n                She was\nbeing pushed to her limits internally. As it was, she could see his thrusts\nthrough her belly, in part because this form was so slim. He had her legs\nspread wide until her hips were in danger of dislocating. She tried to adjust\nher form a little but was unable to. She was stuck; literally, for the\nduration.\n                His\nwhole back was into it, ramming her repeatedly until a tiny trickle of blood\nmanaged to escape from the otherwise impervious seal his knot had created. He wasn't\naware of it and if he had, in his present frame of mind he wouldn't have cared.\nMaggie could feel it, and for once in her life (or maybe twice) she found she\nwas in over her head.\n                The hulkingly\nhuge werewolf was only doing what came naturally, or supernaturally, to him. He\nwas mating. It wasn't sex, it was reproduction. It didn't matter that the\nfemale under him wasn't of an age to breed. It just didn't matter. She was\nfemale and he was male and something in his head had triggered it. If Maggie had\nbeen a real dog, it would have already expired from fright and the physical torture\nit would have been taking. The same if it had been a female human, no matter\nthe size of age. But Maggie was both and neither.\n                She was\nnever one to shy away from a challenge, though in her head she was thinking of\nadjusting that stance. She was finding that there were things in this world\nthat were greater than her. What she really needed was to get her ring back.\nApparently two were more powerful than just on, as she herself had found out.  The double dose of power had gone to Edward's\nhead; both of them -literally, figuratively and absolutely actually. \n                His\ngrip was ironclad, but by concentrating, she managed to reduce her paw size to\nthe same width as her wrist. She found it hard to muster her strength, but when\nshe did, she slipped it out painfully and in the next instant, had it on his\nrings. He hardly noticed. But getting the rings off proved difficult since his\npaw was resting heavily on the floor of the plane. So she did the only thing\nshe thought she could do and bit him hard enough to draw blood.\n                It got\nhis attention, but not in a good way, Still, he did lift his paw up to place it\naround her neck. His voice was deep and menacing. \"Do you want to play games\nwith me?\"\n                He let\nloose of her of other arm and her hands went instinctively to her throat. He\nchuckled darkly. \"Hold still. I'm not done yet.\"\n                He went\nto drop her and she swiftly removed his rings. A shudder ran through his body\nat their loss, though he had no sense to understand the cause. The rings were\nnothing in this form, mere baubles. \n                Maggie\neased them onto her fingers and willed herself little extra size and bulk. The\nrelief inside her was immediate.  There\nmight have been a reason that the master had declined to elaborate on the\nrings. And maybe, just maybe, there was a reason that one was enough.\n                Edward didn't\nchange physically, but his head cleared. He shook it several times before he\nwas able to think clearly. The last thing he remembered for the moment was\nmating with Verona. But looking down, he saw only an oversized dog. That horrified him\nuntil he worked out that it was Maggie. He remembered now. She had assumed this\nfetching form to entice him. What had happened?\n                \"Mags?\"\n\n                Her\nsmiled was pained. \"Back with me now, are you?\"\n                \"What\nhappened?\"\n                \"You\nhappened, you idiot. You took one ring too many for the task at hand. I didn't think\nI'd ever ask this, but can you get that baseball bat sized cock of yours out of\nmy body?\"\n                He was\nstill trying to clear his head. \"What?\" But he sensed his form was huge and immediately\nforced his entire form to revert to human.\n                She\ndropped against the floor of the plane in relief. \"Oh thank goodness. I was\nsure you were going to fuck me right into my death bed.\"\n                \"What\nhappened?\" he asked.\n                \"HOW\nTHE HELL SHOULD I KNOW?\" She wasn't angry with him precisely, just with his\nlack of sense. \"Father, you just went all berserker on me, and you ask me why?\"\n                He\npulled out of her and cringed at the sight of blood. \"Oh god Mags, I'm so\nsorry!\"\n                She sat\nup. \"I'll heal. But what the hell set you off, because whatever it was, I do not\nwish to ever have it happen again.\"\n                He sat\non the floor crying. \"I don't know. I was getting into your form; I can remember\nthat now. And I was thinking how nice it was to be free for a little while and...and\nthat got me thinking about back in Wisconsin when Verona and I were...\" He\nstopped, ashamed.\n                \"You\nwere thinking about the mating weren't you? You suffered a mental override of\nyour basic senses. You really need to get a grip on this whole werewolf gig\ndaddy-o before you end up killing me.\"\n                His\ntears were real and running hotly down his face. \"I'm sorry. It just happened.\"\n                She sat\nup and moved to his lap, putting her arms around his neck. \"Oh don't go getting\nall emotional on me. I know you didn't mean it. But if we ever need you to get\nall crazy again, I'd suggest you think about Verona again. You'll be\nunstoppable. And if it does happen again, I'll tell you right now I'm running\nthe other way. There is no way under the sun and moon that I'll let myself get\ntrapped like that again.\"\n                Then\nshe stopped and looked up at him. \"Or at least not until I'm all grown up. Sex\nis fun, but that was excruciating!\" "}