# Be-Were in the Air

Author: StGeorgesHorse
Tags: Airplane, Feral, Girl, Human, M/F, NC, Rape, Rape play, Rough, Transformation, Underage, Werewolf, mating, rough sex, sex

#55 of The Moonrise Chronicles

Ok, 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...

                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!" 

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