{"sf1_id":778137,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Following the Feral Side","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":2207,"posted_at":"2014-11-04T20:13:00.000Z","tags":["Feral","Human","Plot Development","Rough","Story Progression","Vaginal","Violent","Werewolf","mating","russia","sex","wilderness"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/778137-following-the-feral-side","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/778137","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=778137\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#65 of The Moonrise Chronicles\n\nI pushed this out rather fast, so I apologize for any spelling errors. It's a bit short, but it links to the next one, which will take a little longer to write. I think...it's hard to say with me.","content":"                Edward,\nor rather the creature that had been Edward was having the time of his life. He\nhad chased and caught his female offering with ease. He even let her go just to\nenjoy the pursuit once more. This was what life was about. Little sister might\nbe right about a lot of things, but he didn't care. His body wanted to breed\nand this female was fertile and ready.\n                He\nhardly noticed the crowd following him. He knew they were there, and they were\nall female. Good for them! But they had to wait their turns. He was big and\nstrong, but there was only one of him and they would have to wait their turn.\n                What he\ndidn't know was that they already knew the game. One female under a mindless\n(or nearly mindless) male could suffer irreparable harm. They knew nothing of\nthe ring for now, knowing that only the alpha had such protection. This male\nwas much larger than most and quite capable of inflicting harm if not suitably\ndistracted.\n                Mortalia\nwas not able to get far on her second run. His aroma was having its effect and\nafter a few hundred yards she collapsed against a tree. He was right behind her\nand with a growl, impaled her with the biggest cock she had ever felt. At first\nit was as if it was going to tear her apart, but she sensed her body adjusting\nto cope with the sudden intrusion. It was going to be one hell of a ride!\n                He\nthrust into her with all the compassion of a man spearing a fish. He had been\nholding back for a while, and his little pet bear had been a fun distraction,\nbut this was getting down to business. He bit the back of her neck and held on\nwith a terrible strength. The only way she could get free now was to tear her\nown flesh. It was amazing how nature had created the scent immobilization. I\nguess nature figured there was going to be enough damage to one portion of the\nbody, why make it more?\n                Eventually\nshe slid down the trunk onto the ground, dangling from between his jaws and his\nhips. She knew the routine, but this male was well beyond any sensible\nboundaries. He seemed to be torn between mating with her and devouring her. She\ndecided after a while that she loved it.\n                His\ncock was a swollen, red-hot invasion into her privacy, forcing the walls of her\ntunnel aside and pressing her internal organs to one side or another. She was\npretty sure his tip was being forced into her uterus. She hoped the ring\nworked, for there would be no benefit from getting pregnant when your womb was\na mangled mess.\n                Edward\nwas in seventh heaven. This was a lot better than the bear he had captured. For\none thing, this female smelled right and felt even better. As his knot filled in\nthe nonexistent gap, he carried her over to a fallen tree and draped her over\nit. He let go of her neck and let out a roar. He could still sense the other\nfemales lurking in the shadows. His feral mind knew what they wanted. \n                It was\nfunny how it didn't matter what they wanted. It was what he wanted. He was\nsupreme here, not that old shriveled up husk of a human. She was past the\nbreeding age and therefore useless to him or to anyone. When he was done this\nwould all be his! He would take out that nobody and reign over everything.\n                But\nfirst things first. He was working over this female like she was a piece of\nmeat and his cock was the tenderizer. It was nearly the same treatment Maggie\nhad withstood on the plane, only more so. His behavior had gone over to being\nwithout care or compassion, even more than a breeding should induce. He seemed\nto have no mind to fall back on, no morals to rely upon, and no memory of who\nhe once was. If the ladies didn't get him straightened out and soon, he was\ngoing to go full rage and no one was going to stop him. Ring or no ring, he had\nno fear of anything or anyone.\n                Mortalia,\nas she was called, was one of the granddaughters of the tsarina. The females\ncongregated together for protection, and when the breeding urge came over them,\nthey were occasionally stuck without a male. Today's offering was far and again\nabove the normal fare, and a lot of the ladies were drooling in anticipation.\nThe chances were always good that when one werewolf was ready , they all were\nclose. His aroma was touching off fires in more than one belly.\n                Edward\nwas happily molesting, raping, pounding, screwing and otherwise fucking this\nfemale into a submissive lump of flesh. It hardly mattered to him if she\nsurvived. That wasn't in his present nature. It was breeding and only the\nstrong survived it. He only wanted strong females to give him strong cubs.\n                And\nyet...\n Somewhere inside his head, nestled among the\nurges and the needs, was a little spark of intelligence. It was centered around\na small mass of metal, silver in fact, that was now completely cut off from the\nrest of his body by a hard coating. There was no doubt that his brain had been\nscrambled for the evidence was clear. \nAnd yet it was physically back together, in need of a serious reboot.\nThe problem was, like any computer, it needed to be shut down, and there was no\nway he was going to have that happen. In his present form his body was flowing\nwith chemicals and when he was finished with one female, there was always going\nto be another. He could go for days unending.\nMaggie and her great aunt were\ndiscussing what they might have to do. \"My dear child, unless that bullet is\nremoved, he will continue on in his aggressive way, probably getting worse and\nworse just like the Beast.\"\nIt turns out that little bit of\nhistory was well known among the Kind. She was impressed that Edward came from\nsuch good stock, but she also knew that sometimes the stronger the \"were\" the\nmore danger there was on losing the humanity. Edward was proving this out.\nMaggie wasn't convinced. \"He would\nhave been fine if those jerks hadn't shot at us. He's just not normally like\nthis.\"\n\"The key word, my dear, is\nnormally. He was this way with you once before. He's still developing as a\nwerewolf, or as the peasants call us; wawkalak or bordak. Silly, stupid notions\nfrom silly stupid people.\" She sighed. \"No, I think his mind has been in flux,\ngoing from one side to another, and the bullet disrupted this and flipped to\nthe feral side only. The only way is to remove the bullet and restore the\nprocess.\"\n\"And can you guarantee this won't\nkill him?\"\n\"I think that trying this will be\nmore likely to kill us than him. He has developed some unnatural immunity to\nsilver right now. It's impossible, but it's the only way he could be surviving\nwith silver in his body. The fluke of his previous existence means nothing now.\nThe silver will kill him eventually.\"\n\"I agree with you, but what do you\nsuggest?\"\n\"As heartless as it sounds, I'd\nsuggest that we allow him to get tired out mating. I don't care how big and\ntough he is, he will run out of energy eventually. Even a ring doesn't protect\nagainst poor nutrition. When he is weary, we split his head open with an ax and\nremove the bullet. With a ring back on his finger he should heal up just fine.\"\nMaggie winced. \"I don't think I can\ndo it. If someone else does, I'll be fine with it. But if he dies, I don't want\nit to be by my hand.\"\n\"Your compassion speaks highly of\nyou dear, but there will be times when you will not be able to allow your feelings\nto govern your motives. If we cannot get him restored then he is better off\ndead, for everyone's sake.\"\nMaggie was boiling up with anger.\nShe knew the old woman was essentially correct, but she wasn't about to give up\non him. Somewhere inside that massive furry body was her father and lover. If\nhe died, then so would she. She trembled with sorrow at the thought of losing him.\nIf there was a way of saving him, she would do it. She stepped outside to clear\nher head.\nShe found where he was and sat,\nwatching him from afar. She was horny, probably a side effect of all the\nestrogen floating around from the mass of fertile females. She was mildly\njealous of them. They could have what she couldn't. On the other hand, they\ncould take what he was giving and she knew that the only way she would survive\nwas with two rings. It just wasn't fair.\nShe heard a sound and turned. It\nwas the old woman. \"It's quite the sight, isn't it? Even now, in my older\nyears, I can still feel stirrings deep inside when there is a mating. How are\nthe ladies handling him?\"\n                \"I can't\nsay for certain, but I think it's still the first one.\"\n\"Oh! Good for Mortalia. She must be\nshoring up well to his abuse, or the others would have separated them.\"\n\"That's possible?\"\n\"Of course, if one knows which\nbuttons to push. Come along child, we might as well wait this out in comfort.\nIt may take days before he tires out enough to be dealt with.\"\nMaggie stayed for a little while longer,\nlistening to the screams and snorts, the bellows and the roars that filled the woods.\nThat should be her under him, not these country bumpkin hussies. If she got him\nback, and back all the way, she was going to show him what breeding was all\nabout. She sniffed the air one last time and went back to the hideout.\nThe woman was looking at her, full\nof concern. \"Tell me dear, how old are you now?\"\nMaggie looked embarrassed. \"I'm not\nreally sure. I celebrate my birthday on the thirteenth of May, but the orphanage\ndidn't have any paperwork along those lines. So I guess I think about twelve or\nthirteen. It's kind of fuzzy.\"\n\"Hmmmm. You had your first\ntransformation that early?\"\n\"When should I have had it?\"\nThe woman smiled. \"Here I am\ntalking about it like I know so much. I didn't transform until just before I\nwas killed, and only thanks to Gregori. But if you turned on account of a full\nmoon, you should be in your late teens, maybe even older. There are so many\nvariables to having this; uhm, condition.\"\n\"So what are you saying?\"\n\"That maybe you're older than you\nappear?\"\n\"I doubt it. I seem to remember my\nchildhood pretty well.\"\n\"I'm just saying. You seem to have\nlongings for things that you should not long for. Being a child is tough enough\nwithout throwing adult desires into the mix.\"\nMaggie snapped. \"Look! I don't care\nif we're related or not; shut up! I happen to love him, both as my father and\nas my lover. It's bad enough that I have to share him when, or rather if we get\nhome. I'm tired of sharing him, and with him being killed and resurrected and\nshot and freaking out. I just want to have him back. I never thought that I\nwould say this, but I'd like a little peace and tranquility. I want to have him\nunder the covers. I want him inside me. I was to take him and love him like he\nhas never been loved before. But how can I do that with everyone trying to get\nin the way!\"\n\"Child! Calm down. If you love him\nso much, then maybe there is hope for him. But I must reiterate; the bullet\nmust come out or you will never have a chance at happiness again.\" She picked\nup a woodsman's broad ax. \"This should do the trick. I'd suggest we attack from\ntwo fronts. You from the rear and me from the side. You must cleave his head open\nand I will slip the ring on his finger. We will have to work quickly to succeed.\nCan you do it?\"\nMaggie shivered. \"I'll try. I'd\nrather take it in my own skull than to chop open his. I'm only doing this for\nhis sake.\"\n\"My dear, you will be doing this\nfor all of our sakes. If he is left unchecked, he may very well go on a rampage\nthe likes the world has not seen in decades. He could very well turn into a\none-were killing machine. They might slow him down, but I doubt very much that\nshort of the total annihilation of his general vicinity, the present government\nhas very little at its disposal that would do much good.\""}