Dire Consequences
#32 of The Moonrise Chronicles
Edward helped to unpack the car,
carrying Maggie's thing to the room the couple had graciously given over to
him. She bounced on the bed, reveling in the noisy springs. "I don't think
we'll being doing too much on this old bed. We'll wake the house and the
neighbors as well."
Maggie, there aren't any neighbors
for miles."
"I know!" she said with a wink.
He sighed and shook his head, but
he secretly smiled. It was good to have her back. He sat down and rummaged
through his box of childhood memories. He noticed his Barber dime, then the
fact that there were two. He picked one of them up, dropping it immediately. It
left a burn mark on his fingertips.
"Owww!"
"What's the matter?"
"I tried to pick up my lucky dime
and got burned!"
"Yeah, that can happen now. I saved
your real one from the dirt at the park. I had to pick it up with a dead leaf."
"You saved the one I cut out of my
hip?"
"Sure. I knew you'd want it back!"
"Oh God Maggie, I could just..."
Her eyes went wide. Wolf ears
sprouted from her head. "What?"
"Come on! Where going for a walk
again!"
They excused themselves and headed
down the lonely broken down road. At one point Maggie slipped out of her cloths
and tossed them in a pile. She changed into her feral self and ran off down the
road where the wood's encroachment seemed to squeeze it down to a mere path.
Edward watched her rush off, and
knew it was time for a game of chase. He stripped too, morphed into his
formidable Dire Wolf form and loped after her. He wasn't afraid of losing her;
between his excellent nose and the fact that she wanted to be found, this was
going to be an easy game to play.
They gamboled about with their game
of tag for a while, enjoying the freedom of being out in the middle of nowhere.
It wasn't often you could be yourself without fear of being found out. If the
locals thought that wolves were moving back in, it would be another media
nightmare.
After they tired of their innocent
games, Maggie was ready to get down to business. Edward wasn't so sure. "Look
Mags, this body is enormous compared to yours."
"Oh give it a try. What's the worst
thing that can happen?"
"I think you already know. Do we
really have time to be stuck together for an hour?"
The young wolf rolled on the ground
laughing. "Yes! What else are we going to be doing out here? It's not like
we're in any danger. This place is the sticks. I think we could fuck for three
days straight and no one would care." Then she sobered up. "Care to give it a
try?"
He lowered his head. "No. We are
guests and we'll respect that. I'm sure that they can excuse a few things, but
remember, I'm supposed to be engaged to Verona."
"Ok. I'll try to behave. Maybe
tomorrow you should bring her out here. I'm sure she'd be all over you like
mange."
"That's not funny!"
"Sorry. But she has the hots for
your really bad. It's mostly biological, but that hardly matters. I think she'd
shag a poodle if she thought it would help."
He was growing tired of her
frivolity and pounced. She immediately went into a submissive pose, ass up,
tail high. The last time had been fun, but now he felt darker urges. It was as
if his mind was retreating and something else was coming forward. It wasn't
evil, but it was primal. It was a bit like when he battled the netherwalker. He
hoped the girl knew what she was in for.
His cock slid out like a newly
forged sword; hot, red and long. He tried to set his front paws on the ground
on either side of her, but he felt an overpowering urge to pin her down. His
front feet landed on her shoulders and her front was pushed to the ground.
"Hey!"
He didn't seem to care. He lowered
his body to match hers and poked around until his cock found what it was
looking for. He pulled in his hips, forcing his cock inside. He could feel her
back feet digging at the earth as he made his way inside. The farther in he went,
the more her feet worked the soil until it seemed she was trying to dig her way
out from underneath him.
Inexorably he went deeper and
deeper. He only stopped when he couldn't penetrate her any more. He let out a
low chuckle, more of a growl really. Luckily for her she was young. A full
grown she-wolf could have taken him all the way, right down to the knot. There
would be no locking of the bodies today and for that she should be grateful.
He grabbed the back of her neck and
went to work. He could feel her trying to accommodate his larger size but it
seemed that she was already at her limit. He had warned her! It wasn't his
fault if something happened. If she ended up as damaged goods, it was her own
fault.
He dug his hind claws into the dirt
and with a firm grip on her top end, proceeded to drive his cock in with what
almost felt like malice. This body was full of dark emotions and deep feelings.
He tried to pull it back under control, but he couldn't. It was like trying to
swim and pull a boat at the same time. It just wasn't happening.
"Hang on Mags", he growled. "I
think this is going to get crazy."
She could barely speak. "Going to?
What the hell do you call this?" His vocal cords refused to respond anymore as
he went into a mating stance.
By this time her back end was smarting from
the huge, engorged werewolf cock jammed inside her. She should have known better, but she was so
trying to please him. In retrospect, something a little smaller and a little
more human would have been in order.
She could smell his scent, and it
was overpowering. It stuck in her nose and blocked out everything else. On a
human level, it was like sniffing a bakery full of sweet rolls, or open bottles
of perfume at the department store. It was a wonderful smell and she loved it,
but it was overwhelming.
The problem was that like he had
warned, his new form was big. As a wolf, she was not yet full size. As a Dire Wolf, he was so damn big he could have
hammered a pony to death with his cock. His weight pressing down on top was not
something she could ignore, nor was it anything she could get out from under.
She was stuck until such time as he felt like they were done.
She started panting from all the
heat being generated inside her. It was as if he were producing heat through
friction. Then again, maybe he was. She didn't think her body could produce
sufficient lubrication to accommodate that much meat. Even her pelvis felt like
it was widening again. It was a good thing the kind could heal rapidly, because
otherwise she wasn't going to be doing any walking for days.
Edward was now watching what was
happening from the back of his mind, like sitting at a drive-in watching the
movie playing on the big screen. There was a surreal quality to it. But while
his eyes seemed disconnected, the rest of him was running at one hundred and
ten percent. Maybe more. His senses were overloaded now, like that fateful
night in New York. Even from here, so far away from the farmhouse, he could
smell Verona. It was tickling his nose something wonderful. The problem was,
his body wasn't distinguishing between her and Maggie, and therefore Maggie was
taking the brunt of the mating ritual.
His cock was churning away little a
sewing machine on cocaine and steroids.
And the more she squealed and yelped, the more it egged him on. No one
had told either of them the full effects of being a Dire Werewolf. It was not
something that sage people put in books, and in the case of Edward, nothing anyone
had witnessed in many, many decades.
Consenting sex between humans was
one thing, but between werewolves, it became something uncontrollable. If his
scent had triggered Maggie's body to the proper response, then all would have
been well. But she was too young, and he was going to tear her to pieces before
he finished.
Her cries grew louder. His howls
shook the woods. Together they echoed
for miles. Herds of deer fled the area, and every woodland creature with legs
hightailed it out of the region as fast as their respective bodies allowed. Those
with wings took to the air. Animals knew when it was time to save their hides.
His furry backside was a blur on
top of Maggie's smaller feral body. Outside of that, he wasn't moving a muscle.
He wasn't stuck of course, but she was, and since she couldn't move, she
whimpered and whined and howled until her voice was hoarse.
The big black form on top of her
suddenly stopped. She didn't know why; she didn't care why, she simply thanked
her lucky star that he had. She heard him sniff, and then without warning or
ceremony he pulled out and left her to fall to the forest floor.
In the next instant a man appeared.
He had a knife in one hand and a gun in the other. Edward growled and dived as
the man shot at him. "Good damn it!" the man shouted. Edward slipped into the
shadows. The man grabbed Maggie by the scruff f the neck. "Are you...?"
He no more than got those words out
when the dark beast launched from the rear, knocking him down and tearing
Maggie from his grasp. Silver bit into the werewolf's skin, sending him off a
good twenty paces while the smoking wound healed. He sized up his opponent.
The man
looked like a biker. He smelled of many things. But the silver tended to cloud
a lot about him. He was big for a human, and hairy. He looked like a typical
biker as seen in the movies or on the television. Edward tensed up his muscles,
looking for an opening. All that silver made a direct attack difficult. The man
knew his stuff.
The man lined up his pistol and
took aim. But for some reason he didn't fire. "Look you. I don't want no trouble.
But if I have to, I'll but you down quicker than a..."
He didn't get a chance to finish
his sentence. Maggie had bit him on the leg and was now hanging on for dear
life as he tried to kick free.
Edward looked for an opening, but Maggie
seemed to have found the only spot this guy that wasn't coated in silver studs
and baubles.
Taking a different approach, Edward
lunged and grabbed the pistol out of the man's hand with his teeth. He had to
assume the gun was made of more durable metal than noxious silver. He was
right. He spit the steel gun a good twenty yards into the woods.
By this time the commotion had
attracted an audience, only in this case, there was audience participation.
Verona split right out of her dress and stood by Edward, snarling and growling.
Then she stopped. Her aunt was waving her down. "Don't!'
The man in the leather and silver
looked behind him as he still tried to shake loose the wolf desperately trying
to hamstring him. "Mom?"
Edward fell back on his tail,
morphing back to human in his confusion. "Whose mom?"
Verona changed back to. "Billy?"
"Hey cuz. What the hell are you
guys doing here? Haven't heard word from you guys is forever!"
Edward was sitting in the dirt,
ignoring the stones biting into his skin. Maggie didn't revert, but stayed in
feral form in case this was a trick. But she did let go of his ankle.
He looked down at her. "Thanks! I
might need that leg later on, you never know." He stuck his hand down just like
she was a human. "Glad to meet ya I think. Name's William, but everyone calls
me Billy."
Maggie morphed and careful shook one
of his finger tips.
"Oh, yeah. Sorry about that. I tend
to get overboard wearing this stuff. Seems a shame to let it go to waste." He slid
a number of rings off, stuck them into his pocket and extended his hand again.
She grabbed and shook it.
"Maggie. Maggie Peterson."
"Well Maggie, can I ask if you're
alright? This nasty thing was working you over pretty damn good."
"Oh, it's ok. I'm tough. And
besides, I asked for it. Meet my father, Edward Peterson."
"Father? Hey now, I'm not into no
kinky stuff going on here."
"I'm adopted."
"Oh, then in that case, whatever.
Peterson you say."
He was looking over Edward from top
to bottom. Peterson? Not the Marquette's grandkid?!"
"Does everyone know who I am except
for me?"
Billy jumped up and down. "Holy
hell, I nearly took out Little Eddy Marquette! I so remember you when you used
to come and visit! Hey Verona, remember this guy?"
"Yes Billy. We know who he is. And his
last name is Peterson." She was trying to keep her cool. Her cousin was rather
mouthy.
"Whatever. So where have you been
cousin? You're looking pretty damn good!"
"New York."
"Whoa!" He stepped back." You mean
to tell me I just missed you guys?"
"Missed us how?"
"I went to investigate all the trouble
that just happened there. It sounded like some of the kind were having a party
without me."
"Yeah, that was us."
"Geez! You guys tore up the town!
What the hell happened?"
"Long story..."
"Are ya leaving soon?"
"No."
"Then we have plenty of time." He
stuck his hand down to Edward and hauled him up. "Sorry Eddy. I would never
have recognized you under all the fur and muscle. No one can turn into the big
guys anymore. I didn't want to kill you or anything, just get your attention."
"With a silver bullet?"
"Oh hell no! That pistol of mine is
loaded with the regular stuff. No point in loading it with silver. I'm not out
to kill off our own kind. I just go looking for them."
"And all the silver?"
"Oh this," he said fingering it. "Ma
and Pa have a bunch of it in the barn. Most of it came from the last werewolf
hunter to visit these parts. Since I can wear it, I do. Throws off the other
hunters, though they are few and far between anymore."
Billy was still assessing Edward. "God
damn. The last time I saw ya, you was a skinny little kid. It's been a hell of
a long time. It's good to know yer still alive. Too many of us are gone."
Then he turned his attention to the
other older couple. "Aunt Lupenia? Uncle Rey! It's good to see you! I've been
looking for you for years! So glad to see you're still alive, and looking good!"
Edward was still in shock. "Verona?"
"Yes."
"Is he really your cousin?"
"Billy? Yeah."
"Why can he touch silver?"
"Haven't you ever heard, there's
one in every batch?"
"Something like that."
"He's just like a typical werewolf hunter.
He can touch silver. He can swallow it. It used to make me shiver when he did
that, after my first transformation."
"Kind of like I did when kids would
swallow goldfish?"
"It's not the same Edward, not even
close. He's a good kid, though he's all grown up now. Look at all that hair! The
man's a literal beast."
"So where does this guy live?"
"How the hell should I know? I
thought he was dead, along with Aunt Sophia and Uncle Marc. I think you had
better get dressed and we'll all go back to the house and straighten this out."