Daddy's Little Wolf-Girl
#5 of The Moonrise Chronicles
My life living with a werewolf child was rarely dull. Maggie
was "normal" most of the time, leastwise in her appearance, but she spent a lot
of her daylight hours looking through the internet, studying everything she
could find on her species. As you might expect, there was a ton of garbage to
sort though, from Hollywood movies to books, stories, art and thousands of
other false leads.
Once in
a while, she would stumble across something less dramatic and more informative.
The origins of the "legend", family names associated with werewolves, places,
potions, etc. I was still under the impression that a lot of it was hokum. But
the fact that she was real meant that there had something out there; others
lurking in the shadows.
But try as she might, she kept
running into dead ends. One night she was particularly frustrated and took it
out on me. Oh, I didn't mind, if you get my meaning. By the time she had worked
out all of her anger, we were both pretty tired.
"I can't seem to get anywhere with
my searches."
"I know."
"Well, can't you do anything about
it?"
"Maybe..."
She sat up and glared at me. "Don't
toy with me father. I'm serious."
"So am I."
I had stayed out of her business for
a long time. I let her look because part of me was still afraid of her.
Remember, I have seen what she's capable of doing. It wasn't pretty in any
permutation of the word.
She was suddenly all ears. Wolf
ears. "I hope it's not something lame brained."
"What if, instead of looking for
what you want directly, you try circumspectly?"
"Go on."
"Think about it. Look at all of the
murders...errrr...killings you have done here. Wouldn't it make sense that you
might find a pattern in murders from a certain area? I mean, they might not be cases
of dead criminals or anything, but still, unsolved murders over a period of
years should show up somehow or somewhere on the net."
It was the first time I had ever
seen her stunned. "You, good sir, have earned yourself anything you want that I
can give. I have no idea why that didn't dawn on me. I mean, after all, what
kind of werewolf is going to advertise the fact of his/her existence online?
Come to think of it, online dating sites might work too, especially if I can
hack into police records. What better way to find a meal than to pose as a
lover looking for a mate?"
"So you
think it'll work?"
She
shrugged. "It'll be more effort, but then, I think that it will be worth it. I
suppose I should try some of the conspiracy websites and see what any of them
have. Animal maulings might top the list of key words. Unsolved, horrible, brutal, etc. But, yes it
has promise.
Her
eyes fell on me. "So. What do you want as your reward?"
"Can I
think on it? I'm really too worn out to think, and even if I could, I too tired
to perform."
She
curled up on me and fell asleep. I drifted off a little later, and we slept
until morning. With the sunrise, she awoke and got up first, making her way
downstairs to the computer. She still didn't eat much in the way of normal
food. Even fresh beef didn't seem to cut it for her. But she knew how to be
accommodating and I came downstairs to fresh coffee and eggs and toast.
In those
few moments she had cooked breakfast and already had the computer running through
police records. In case this was illegal, I paid no attention to her doings in case
the local force busted down the door with a warrant.
An hour
later I heard her squeak. "Got it!"
The
first such focus of similar murders came from Romania. The records there were
jumbled, but they were open to those who could interpret them. Centered around
one remote village, near a small resort, there had been murders happening for
the past ten years. In most instances, the bodies were badly decomposed when
found, but often seemed to have less mass to them than one would expect. Almost
as if they had been feasted upon.
On top
of that, there were a number of missing person reports from the area. So how
many of those never had their bodies found? And so it went. Over the next few
days she found several more such localizations, but they all seemed to have the
same thing in common. Nothing. Some of them started and stopped, never to
resume again. Others seemed to barely make their presence known.
She
never gave up. Her home schooling, which was a joke anyway, slacked off. She
absorbed so much information from her searches that she was well above the
level of books the state had provided. She took the tests, got flying grades,
and nearly had us accused of cheating. Yep, that right, cheating. The state
sent an investigator who tested her himself. Maggie burned him to the ground
with her knowledge. They left us alone after that.
A couple
of weeks into her investigation she came into the room looking a little haggard. "Father, can we
take a trip?"
"Uh,
where?"
"New
York City."
I
didn't answer right away. I sat and thought about how people could disappear
off the streets there and never be missed. The homeless, the unbalanced, the
criminally insane. It was huge, that city, and finding a werewolf there was
both a good idea and a terrible one. It's like saying, "let's walk into a snake
pit and see if we can find a poisonous viper." By the time you found it, you'd
probably be dead.
"Sure
dear. Reason?"
"I
think I found a fresh clue. Can't be sure of course, but it just popped up on
my news feed. The sooner we can get there, the better chance I have of tracking
down the culprit."
It was
as I feared. Once we were in the city, she'd disappear. I wasn't too worried
about her safety, but I did have to wonder how long we'd be there. The city
wasn't cheap. A few days were no big deal, but a couple of weeks might do me
in, between hotel fares, food and travel.
"You
know I'd do anything for you Maggie, but I don't have that much money. If I
knew it was for a couple of days, maybe, but we both know that this hunt of
yours is mildly pointless. You have so little to go on. "
"Oh
just say it. It's a wild goose chase. But it's better than chasing my tail. So
if we had the money, we could go?"
"Sure
we could. I've never been there and I hear they have great museums."
She
smiled. "And night life. Either one is said to be an educational experience." I
got her meaning all too well.
"But
it's a moot point. I just can't afford it."
"What
if I can?"
I
suddenly felt uneasy. "You?"
She
turned and walked away, returning with and old cardboard box. I had no idea
where she had kept it tucked away. There was a little dried blood on it. That
was never a good sign. She opened it and pulled out a stack of one hundred
dollar bills.
"You
tally up the cost, and I'll spring for the dough."
"Uh,
where did you get that?" I already was thinking I knew the answer and it was
making me feel uneasy.
"From the fat Russian. I cleaned out every
last penny he had in the house. Probably disappointed a lot of crooked cops.
And in case you're wondering, I got into his safe easily enough. Remember, when
in feral from I can hear a mouse breathe from thirty yards away. Picking the
combination was a snap."
"How
much is here?" My heart was racing.
"In
this box, about a hundred and twenty five thousand."
The amount
didn't unnerve me. It was the "this box" that floored me. How many did she
have? "Maggie darling, you've got yourself a trip!"
Of
course, it wasn't that simple. I had to make arrangements, and ended up taking
portions of the cash to different places and had it put on credit and gift
cards. I put enough into my account to cover the first week of staying in a
nice hotel, booking a suite with two bedrooms. It galled me to waste the money,
but since we were traveling as father and daughter, any other arrangement would
look suspicious.
Once we
were there, I intended to pay for anything else in cash. She pretty much dumped
the box in my lap and left me to my own devices. I was left nearly speechless by
her generosity. I mean, true, I had taken her into my home and all, but this
was beyond reason. Of course, it was ill gotten gains, but she had stolen it
from a hideous, despicable thief. My moral dilemma disappeared in an instant.
If the money could do some good, then so be it.
I made
arrangements for a very nice hotel off of Central Park. The view was terrific,
and the big tips I left with the various staff ensured that our stay would be
pleasant. But I'm getting ahead in the story. For the moment, we were still
home, as I couldn't whip up things that fast. I had to leave off of work, find
a caretaker for the house, and make the arrangements for our trip and
subsequent stay. It took a little time.
My free
time was well spent...in bed...with Maggie. She was so delighted in the fact that I
was willing to go out of the way for her that she tried to make it up to me any
way she could. It was amazing (to me) how quickly I had adjusted t her
presence. I mean, yeah, it was freaky and spooky sometimes, but overall, she
had a big heart. Everything else was tight, but she had a big heart. She never
fit in anywhere; not school, not the mall, not the playground, but she wasn't
what she seemed and that went far to explain her somewhat antisocial ways.
She was
avidly demonstrating her ability at transformation. In the movies, it was
always depicted as a sudden morph from human to werewolf, with no real lasting
intermediary stage. She could control it from being limited to one hand, to
just her ears, or to other unique things. And I do mean unique.
She had
made the offer to me of doing whatever I wanted. Truth was, I had no idea what
that might be. It was like a kid in a candy store. I got lost in all the
possibilities. She hardly helped my
decide with all of her constant changing. But eventually I did get an idea. I
set it out for her and she grinned from ear to ear. "You're a bad man father of
mine, but I like it. Sort of the best of both worlds, huh?"
She
made the necessary adjustments to her body and lay down on the bed. She
preferred being in charge, so this was quite the sacrifice for her. As it was,
she had wolf ears on the side of her head, with her normal light colored hair
cascading around them. She still had her human face, which was no plain visage
I might add, and she had a bushy tail coming out the back. And her crotch, well
that was a wolf's too. I figured if she could put a girl's on a werewolf, why
not a wolf's on a girl. She almost looked like an anime character, except she
still had a touch of terror to her appearance. Then again maybe that was just
me and the things I had seen or knew about clouding my impression of her.
Her tail
was tucked under her and to the side. I swore I could see it twitching, almost
as if it were wagging. Her crotch was an interesting sight. Instead of her
normal, nearly hairless exterior, she now had a well trimmed, lightly furred exterior
surrounding a true wolf vulva. It was like what you'd see in a bitch sleeping
on her back. I had been here before, when she was in her feral form, but now I
was going to tackle it with her in what I considered a far safer persona.
"Is it
what you wanted?" she asked with a wry grin on her face
"I
think it is. You have amazing control over your powers."
"Powers?"
That got her thinking. "You know, I never thought of it that way, but I guess
you're right. They are sort of like superpowers, aren't they?"
"Sure!
Who else can do anything close to the things you do?"
That
seemed to make her even happier than before. Her tail was working so hard to
move that the entire bed vibrated in place. I had a feeling those vibrations
where going to get more intense as we went along.
I got
down on her, and since I was already hard, worked my cock between those tight,
protruding canine pussy lips. She was correct before when she called me out for
my peculiarities. I mean, I'd have sex with something more animal than human
because of the age difference. That pitfall was slowly going to the wayside.
Part of that was because I didn't view her as human anymore, or even half
human. She could be whatever she wanted between a range of body forms...and that
simply wasn't human. She was her own category and thus beyond the laws and
morals of mere men.
She was
wet, but then, I think she was always wet. I got the head of it in, feeling the
pressure from her damp walls as they slowly engulfed me. I watched with rapt attention as those lips stretched
tight. Something told me she made herself a little more compact that she had to
just for me. It was appreciated immensely.
As I
went, I slowed down because it just kept getting tighter. I finally had to grab
her legs and push them forward so that I could apply enough pressure to fill
her up completely. It was remarkably erotic, crazy and freakishly hot all at
once. By the time I pushed past all her little obstructions, I was already in
the mood to blow. A glance at the clock showed me that it had taken a good five
minutes. And since I never had that much trouble (if that's the right word) I
knew she had done it on purpose. She really was spicing things up for me.
"God
that was good!' I murmured.
"I hope
so. You're a hard man to dissuade when he wants something."
"Me?" I
thought. More like her. I doubt that she would actually do anything she didn't
want to. On the other hand, was there anything she didn't want to do? I guess I
would find out over time. For the moment I just held still and savored the
feeling. I had heard of some people having sex with their dogs, but I had
always thought it impossibility. Of course, she wasn't really a dog, but her
werewolf form was akin to an oversized German Shepherd, so I guess it was
physically possible. After all, I had
always satisfied her in feral form.
I dropped
her legs back to the bed, and she welcomed me by spreading them wide. I fell on
top of her and plowed away. It was indecently delightful, and I could see where
her wiles would throw off even the most experienced killer or rapist. All she
had to do was make herself irresistible and they would forget everything else.
She was
so tight at the moment that I failed to move more than an inch in either
direction. I could feel the bony ridge that marked the osseous bridge between
hips, the pubic ramus, and it made the most agreeable edge to scratch my own
itch against. I noticed that her nails had grown out while we made love, but
she used them to secure herself to the bed. I had the feeling that she had no
intention of making herself a little less tight, and was preparing for me to do
my worst ( or best?).
I was
up for the challenge and grabbed her shoulders. I knew she was tough, so I had
no qualms about delivering. I pulled
back hard, and indeed, her entire body came back with my pull. If not for my
hands on her shoulders pinning her down, I think I would have dragged her
backwards several inches. So I pushed
back in, driving her body forward, and then pulled back again. The little
upturned corners of her mouth proved she was enjoying her game.
So was
I. Too much in fact. I blew my wad way too early in the game. I saw her pout,
giving my great big puppy dog eyes. Literally. Big. Canine. Eyes.
"Already?"
"I
couldn't help it, you little vixen you. How do you do that?"
"Like
this." She squeezed me until I thought my cock was going to be crushed. It had
the effect of staunching my blood flow and keeping me hard. After that, I
didn't need any help. I did a few more thrusts and she relaxed.
"Oh
good! I was hoping for something a little more intense."
After
my initial discharge, I knew it would be a while before there was a second one.
Thankfully, she allowed me some slack inside her. It was fun, mind you, but I
really did want to get a nice batch of friction-inducing lovemaking going. It
was hard to do that when your cock was stuck inside like a knotted dog.
This
time I went to work right away. As I went, I could feel her playing with me,
tightening up and then letting it relax. She finally found what seemed to be
the perfect firmness and left it alone. I thanked her silently for it and
carried on like the little demon I was turning into. I had her pinned (illusionary of course,
since she could rip me to shreds if she wanted to) and was forcing myself with
a passion. She was into it, and seemed to want more and more. I only hoped I
had the strength to carry on like she wanted me to.
As if
was, the friction inside her was phenomenal. Oh, she was well lubed, but she
was so constricted as to make getting back inside, should I end up coming out,
nearly impossible. Since I was lying on top of her, I doubted that was going to
happen. But I still put my all into it. I figured if it got to be painful for
her, she'd loosen up. She never did.
I
worked away for a long time, ignoring the clock thus uncertain precisely how
much time had passed. It was enough that my arms were cramping, as were my
legs. I was sucking in air like I was oxygen starved, and even my hips were
feeling the burn. I was almost despairing at not being able to finish when I
felt that urge deep down inside. It worked its way to the surface, finally
reaching to the top and flooding out inside her. She wrapped herself around me
and managed to vibrate her prone body on mine. She picked up speed until she
was a shaking mass of flesh. All at once she came, and letting out a howl
accidentally sunk her teeth into my shoulder.
The
intense pain prolonged my orgasm, though it could have been from other causes.
The fact was, I pumped until my urethra was dry and the sensation became
unbearable. She on the other hand kept going and going and going, driving herself
against me, all the while hanging on like a rabid dog. I could feel the blood
running down from the punctures. It may have been only a few minutes, or it
could have been much longer. It felt like the latter. But when she was done
with me, she released her teeth and fell back, totally exhausted.
"Sorry
about that father. I guess I got a little carried away." She was licking the
blood from her lips.
"A
little?" The indignation was thick in my voice. "I'll have to patch this up
myself. I can hardly go into the hospital and tell them I was bitten by my
daughter, or a dog, or much of anything."
She was
hardly apologetic. "It'll heal. Next time I guess you better have me face down.
I do less damage that way."
I could
just imagine her wagging tail and hips in my face. It was a good idea, it was,
and I would take her up in it when this shoulder of mine was seen to. It hurt
like a bitch!