Wolf Creek Interloper
#77 of The Moonrise Chronicles
Two
wolves, looking in every way about as ordinary as a wolf could look, were
making their way through the forest and meadows around the old farmhouse. They
had stopped for a few minutes to pay their respects at the small, overgrown
cemetery. They then loped down the road
until it faded into the overgrowth of small trees and bushes.
Maggie
was wagging her tail. "This is nice. It's like we don't have any
responsibilities for once in our lives."
He was about
to voice a retort when he thought better of it. Right now, there was truly
nothing pressing that they were needed for. He blanked out his mind as best he
was able and fell into step with his feral form. He wasn't a werewolf proper,
but as close as he could get to being a true wolf. He even went so far as to
force his normally dark fur into the lighter colors of something that might
actually be roaming these parts. No point in freaking anyone out, just in case
they ran into someone.
She was
a light gray color; like him not her normal. He had suggested that they begin
to see how far they could stretch the boundaries of these forms. They found
that there was a remarkable amount of flexibility to them, if they concentrated.
Otherwise, they would revert to the basic colors and form that was natural to
them. It made sense, even if the mechanism behind it didn't. After all, what
even allowed for them to force their body from one shape into another? There
was no other living thing that could do it in such an extreme way.
They
made their way deeper into the forest, following a little stream as it wandered
to and fro, around rocks and outcrops, until it lead them to a little clearing.
The sun was smiling down, sending beams of filtered light through the branches.
She
stopped and rolled over onto her back. "What about here? This seems nice
enough."
"Yes it
does." He lay down beside her and sniffed. "You smell pretty good!"
"Do I?"
"You
do. But then, I'm admittedly biased."
"I'm
fine with that! You smell pretty good too! You're not cheating are you?"
He let
out a throaty howl. "No! As much fun as that is, I hardly want to abuse it.
Like any other power I seem to have had dumped on me, it's not one I wish to
overuse unless it's for a good cuase."
She
barked out a laugh. "I wasn't complaining. There is something about being held
in thrall of you that I find erotic."
"Is that
so?"
She
rolled back and forth, rubbing herself on an exposed tree root, scratching an
itch. "It is. You know, at one time I never felt that I would ever have any
happiness. Then I found you. It's been a crazy ride, but I'd do it all over
again in a heartbeat."
"Are
you sure. The ride isn't over yet."
"Well I
should hope not. We just got started!"
He
lounged on the ground next to her. "It doesn't exactly seem like it though,
does it? It seems like we've been running and adventuring for years, not just a
few months."
"True,
it does seem pretty incredible. But I still say that I would do it all over
again in an instant!"
"Me
too. But know that I'm only saying that because I survived a few narrow
escapes. If not for dumb luck, I wouldn't even be here today."
"But
you are father, and that's all that matters."
"You're
right of course. But do you think we should leave it at that?"
She
rolled over and sat up. "Whatever do you mean?"
He sat
up too. "Oh, I don't know. I was thinking that perhaps we should search the
world for more of our kind. You know I want to build a town here on the sight
of the old, failed one."
"Do you
mean travelling the globe looking for more of the kind?"
"Sure!
Why not?"
"No reason.
I'm not certain how good of an idea that is. Would there be a point to it?"
"Maybe.
I was thinking that if there are still members of the Kind who suffer from the
eating disorder, that maybe we could help cure them of it at the very least."
"That's
sweet father, but I'll leave it up to you. For the moment you know best it
seems."
"Is
that so? Well in that case, father says that his little girl needs a good dose
of red meat. Human red meat."
"What?!"
She jerked her head in his direction.
He was
transforming into his human self, except for a bright red, blood engorged cock.
"Oh!
Well in that case, that's one piece of meat I haven't lost my taste for!"
"I
know, otherwise we wouldn't have bothered getting so far away from the only
other people living in this vicinity."
She
rolled over onto her back again. "I miss being able to do it without worrying
about any one interrupting." Then she paused. "Can you look into the future and
see if anyone does so we can avoid it?"
"I don't
think we need to worry. Today is all about us!"
Her
tongue lolled out the side of her mouth for a moment. "Good. I really want some
us time, just you and me and no one else. Call me greedy, but I deserve you
more than anyone else does. I mean, after all, I found you!"
"You
mean I found you. I followed you that night when you went hunting."
"Sure,
if that's how you want to look at it. It doesn't matter much now."
"You're
right of course... We're together now, and that's all that matters."
"Right!"
He had
grown tired of talking and ended their conversation by dropping between her
canine legs and burying his tongue into her dripping wet flesh. As a wolf, she
was particularly tight, and though she could make adjustments, she decided to
make him work for it. After all, the longer he took to get her off, the more
she could enjoy the intense feeling of his actions. They had all day, and as
far as she was concerned, all night and into the next day.
His
tongue curled up tightly and tried to snake its way inside her. Since he wasn't
beyond using his abilities when they really mattered, he elongated it like he
had done in the past and grabbing her furry hips, drove it in deep. It went to
work with a life of its own as the tip found her cervix and massaged it firmly,
poking now and again at the opening.
She
nearly transformed into something more akin to human. What she really wanted
was hands with claws, to dig into his head and keep him right where he was at,
doing precisely what he was doing. She fought it down for the moment. He was
managing on his own to find the perfect spots.
She
loved it when they were of two different forms. It felt so dirty to be going at
it like a dog and its owner. She has lost her collar, but was intending to
purchase a new one when they got to a store. Right now, out here in the middle
of nowhere, it was going to have to wait.
She
fought down the need to change until it just wasn't any use any more. She felt
her body contort and stretch until she was in her were form. Her hands went to
his head and pressed his face into her crotch with a force capable of cracking
open a coconut. Luckily for him his head was made of sterner stuff.
He dug
his fingers into her rump and attempted to satisfy her present need. Part of
him wanted to change into his biggest form just because he knew she'd love it.
She really wanted to be treated like an adult, and he understood her need to be
taken seriously. He was willing to do a lot for her for he was so into her, it
almost hurt. He had no idea why, even in his heightened state. He just knew he
did.
He was
so glad that they finally had a little time alone. Traveling had been
wonderful, and while they still weren't home in the sense of where they had
started all this, Wolf Creek just might end up as their permanent location.
His
thoughts were dissipated by the deep vibration that was coming from her body.
His skills in reaching the perfect places had as much to do with his knowledge
of her likes and preferences as it did with his knew found abilities. When he
touched her he could feel what she felt. It was like having an extra orgasm. He
hadn't mentioned it, for what was the point? It was an aspect of his enhanced
capacity that he found very useful.
He
worked her over until she was growling with pure sexual madness. Her head was
whipping from side to side in her raging ecstasy. She let out a piercing howl
which shattered the relative quiet of the forest. The abrupt sound spooked birds
into flight.
He got
up and looked on as she thrashed about. Then with a wry smile he transformed to
his feral self. When she had calmed a bit, he licked her and said, "You want
more, then you have to catch me first."
Her
eyes opened just a bit. "That's not fair. I can't even stand right now!"
"Then
take your time. But I think if you want any more, you're going to have to earn
it."
"That's
not fair!"
"No,
but I bet it'll be a lot of fun, playing a game of hide and seek."
She
considered it for a moment. "When I find you, you had better pay up!"
"I'm
counting on it."
Without
another word he dashed off into the thick undergrowth. Here and there he
stopped to spray some urine on the foliage just to make it tougher on her.
While you might think it was going to make it easier, he was loading the air
with his pheromones until it was a dense olfactory fog. She would quickly get
lost in his scent.
He
found the stream and waded down the middle of it for a while before stepping
back out and dashing up the side of the ravine it had cut into the hillside.
His claws dug into the dirt and stones until he was at the top. He then turned and by a roundabout route,
made his way back to his start point. Maggie was gone, but he followed her
scent until it mixed with his own in the region he had liberally sprayed. He
ducked under the branches of an evergreen and became his smallest wolf form. In
the dim light of the forest, all that could be seen was his eyes.
He
waited to see if she could find him.
Maggie was
a damn good tracker. That was good because Edward liked to cheat. When she ran
into his overpowering scent, it clogged her nose and drove her senses over the
edge. But he forgot that tracking wasn't just scent, it was following telltale
clues; like his footprints. Just because he could change from one form to
another didn't mean he wouldn't leave traceable footprints. She held her breath
until she was free from the worst of his smell and made her way to the stream.
Wading
was a good old trick for evading something with a good tracking nose, but again,
all she had to do was to wade after him until his track left the water. It
really wasn't all that hard. She walked over the graveled bottom, noting the
fresh disturbance in the otherwise flawless stream bed. When she lost it, she
backtracked and saw the fresh claw marks on the slope.
Silly
man! He made it all too easy.
Edward
heard the footsteps coming and hunkered down. He hadn't been trying all too
hard to win this little game after all. It was just a means of extending it out.
He saw the furred feet go by and stared. In no way did that set of werewolf
legs belong to her. Damn if someone from the house wasn't down here spoiling their
game.
Well to
hell with that. He wasn't going to show himself until whoever it was said
something. This was supposed to be their alone time. Everyone down at the house
knew that, which made him think, then, that perhaps something was wrong. It
left him hanging as to what he was supposed to do.
He didn't
bother applying his seer-sense to it, for what was the point? He simply crawled
out from under the boughs and confronted the person.
It was
not a werewolf he had ever seen before. But the look in its eyes told him that
if it had any thoughts or emotions, they were deeply buried within its feral psyche.
It was large, rather gangly, and the odor was something akin to burnt hair. It
snarled at him and went into a crouch.
"Whoa!
There's no need to fight!"
For an
answer, the newcomer leaped at him, teeth bared and hackles raised. Edward
dodged to one side and quickly morphed into his largest form. This didn't appear
to be the time for diplomacy. The other watched the change, but if it
registered for what it was within that animalistic brain, the werewolf made no indication
of it.
Edward
was sizing up the situation. This wasn't a scenario he had looked into.
Everyone at the house had promised to leave them alone. This feral was a male,
but Billy didn't change and Marcus was older and grayer. This fellow was gray
and red, with a tip of black on his tail. It dawned him that all of his
previous spraying had likely drawn him here. Werewolves in their feral form
occasionally forgot about the niceties of discussing their problems and settled
them with violence.
It
looked like this guy was interested in taking over Edward's territory. That's
when Maggie showed up. She was part of the prize too, he realized belatedly.
She
looked at the two feral facing each other off. "What the hell is this?"
The
newcomer sniffed in her direction before growling and turning back to Edward.
"Beats the
hell out of me Mags. I though these woods were clean of anyone else. Where the hell
do these new guys keep popping up from every time we show upsomewhere?"
"I don't
know. I didn't smell any evidence of him earlier. So where the hell could he
have come from?"
"For the
moment it doesn't matter. He needs to be neutralized."
"You
can't kill him!"
"I didn't
say that. I need to get him back to being human, if he ever was one."
Maggie
was keeping a close eye on both of them. "Are you saying you think he could be
a mindless beast rather than a full were?"
"I don't
know what I think. Whatever you do keep your distance."
The
other werewolf began circling Edward. He knew he couldn't come to any permanent
harm at the moment, but that didn't mean he relished being ripped into by
another of the Kind. And this one was pretty agitated right now, most likely on
account of the smell. It was a turn-on to the ladies, but it was a red flag for
another male. He might as well have attacked him outright. There was a reason feral
pairs didn't breed around another male. It tended to spark trouble.
Edward
was sizing him up. He didn't seem overly agile, for his movements were slightly
out of sync with his form. That was odd. But then again, if it spent most of its
time as a wolf, then the altered proportions would throw it off. Perhaps the
smell of his pheromones had caused the sudden change and the animal was ill prepared
to deal with it.
What to
do. A fight seemed imminent. Maggie was torn between letting him handle this,
and doing something herself. She moved around to snap at the black-tipped tail,
hoping to throw this interloper off guard. He turned and snapped back.
"Knock
it off Mags. That's not helping things."
He was
concentrating on how to defuse the situation. There were a hundred scenarios going
though his mind when something struck him. Not figuratively mind you, but for
real. It was a rock. And it had come from Maggie.
"Look!"
He
rubbed his head and stared where she was pointing. He could see nothing special
until his brain finally made the connection.
It was
a ring.
"What
the hell?"
Maggie got
closer to the werewolf and sniffed. His odor was almost offensive to the nose.
There wasn't a thing about that smell that was familiar. But a ring? It was
impossible. No one had a ring here that wasn't accounted for. Even as she was
thinking this over, her ears caught the sounds of shouting and calling coming
from the direction of the house. Her eyes went wide.
"Father!
I think this is Alexei!"