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Hunter's Moon

By: Chantal Marchon



"Rachel told me not to drive back tonight. She said it felt eerie and the nearly full moon was red." I thought to myself, remembering how superstitious Rachel could be sometimes. Her short brunette hair framing her elfin face as she warned me about black cats and walking under ladders. I turned up my radio to blasting and cranked open my car window. My green eyes reflected in the rearview mirror. Long drives always made me drowsy.

I was not going to stay at the condo another hour after the stunt Jason pulled. When Rachel and I returned from the beach, he was in the middle of the living room floor with the couple we had met at the restaurant the might before. All three were naked and entwined in intimate positions. Jason's open mouth was driving the petite blond wild. Her equally blond boyfriend was brutally fucking Jason's ass. They did not even notice us. Rachel and I quietly went back out the door. The moans of ecstasy following us down the hall.

I did not mind that Jason was having sex with other people. What really bothered me was that we were supposed to be in a committed relationship and he never even tried to discuss the idea with me. He had, in fact, become irate when I casually mentioned having Rachel over one night for a threesome. I knew Jason wanted Rachel. He had made comments about her great legs and how nice her ass was. I also knew that he was jealous of our relationship, but he knew about it before we started dating and he kept saying that he did not have a problem with it. I felt betrayed and hurt by his dishonesty. Rachel said I was better off without him. Jason definitely had some issues to work out. This betrayal also made me wonder what else he was doing when I wasn't around.

The mountain road was dark and lonely. I had not seen another vehicle for the past hour. I glanced up at the blood red moon and a cold chill shot up my spine making me shiver. The next town with a hotel was about 75 miles away. I definitely needed to stop for the night and get some sleep.

A sudden flash as a deer ran across the road startled me into alertness. It was followed by something huge. I can hardly describe it and I am not sure that it was real. A massive body with the head of a wolf and the torso of a man, sculpted muscles and powerful legs stopped and stared at my car. I swerved quickly to avoid it and realized my mistake at once. I panicked trying to correct the spin. Trees flashed by in the glow of my headlights as my car went into the gully. My heart felt like it was going to leap out of my chest. The impact when the car hit one of the larger trees deployed the air bag forcefully. The windshield shattered, shards of glass flew towards me. I heard a wolf howl just before I lost consciousness.

Warmth and feeling gradually seeped into my body and with it awareness. I was laying on a soft day bed covered by a quilt. My clothes had been removed and placed on a battered rocking chair. Gingerly reaching up to my forehead, I felt a square bandage just above my eyebrow.

The rustic walls of the small room were made from wood logs. Light from taper candles flickered and a crackling fire dimly lit the room. Then I noticed a large gray wolf was sitting silently by the hearth.

Staring in disbelief for several seconds, I held my breath willing the thread of fear to crawl back down my spine. The wolf stared back at me without blinking, huffed once, then stood, and walked out of the room. Feeling relief, I slumped back against the pillows.

A tall man with long, dark hair entered the room from an open doorway carrying a steaming bowl. "You are awake, good. Take this and drink it." He held out the bowl to me. Concerned, dark brown eyes that were almost black looked straight into my green ones. A small thrill of excitement fluttered in the pit of my stomach. Gracefully, he sat down by the fire. The firelight played across his bare chest, his bronze, toned skin begging to be stroked. His muscles rippled beneath his skin as he moved. The strength of his beautifully sculpted body would be obvious to even a casual observer. He had a dangerous animal magnetism that left me spellbound. I could not look away, my breath felt caught in my throat.

"My name is Devon. My wolf found your car." His low, sensual voice wrapped around my senses like a silk scarf. He was probably the most incredible man I had ever seen.

"Umm, I am Natalie." I couldn't seem to squeeze words out of my mouth. "Do you live here alone? Do you have a phone so I could call someone?" Now I am babbling like an idiot, great. Being in the same room with this man was making me nervous. Watching him sitting in the glow of the firelight was turning me on.

"No, there isn't a phone. I do not generally need one. I live simply here and prefer privacy." He answered my questions patiently with a hint of a smile. "Yes, I do live alone except for my wolf." Devon moved to sit next to me on the day bed. "You have some nasty bruises from the wreck. If you don't mind I have an ointment that will help." His dark eyes flashed with heat. The strong features of his face seemed exotic. He picked up a small jar and took my left foot in his large hand.

He slowly spread the cream onto my skin, gently working it up my leg. His grasp was firm, strong and intimate. He smelled of patchouli and pine, male sexuality. I could feel my body responding to his caress. My nipples hardened, my pussy was getting wet. I did not know why I was letting a stranger be so familiar with my body. It was as if I had stepped into another realm of existence and that I had not had a life before I woke in the cabin. I felt like I was suspended in a dream. Devon's touch was spreading hot desire to every part of my body. I luxuriated in the feel of his capable hands firmly kneading my muscles.

"Turn over and I will massage the pain out of your back, you must be sore." Devon's tongue flicked over his lips, his gaze lingering on my breasts.

Moving his hands down my back in slow, sensual circles, he made me forget that he was a stranger. He made me forget my ruined car and my ex-boyfriend. He made me forget the outside world.

Devon leaned over my neck and lightly brushed my hair away from my ear. "I want to taste you." He kissed the nape of my neck with soft brushes of his lips. "I can smell your desire. Do you deny it?" His warm breath caused my pulse to race as he whispered in my ear.

"No, I can't deny the way you make me feel." I was getting desperate; I wanted him to touch my aching breasts, my hot, moist clit, to put his tongue in my mouth. The yearning for him was making me burn. Why was he having this affect on me? 

He slowly massaged down my ass, feeling the shape and tautness of my skin. Reaching between my legs "Is this what you want?" He murmured as he plunged two fingers into my pussy stroking in and out while rubbing my clit back and forth with his thumb.

"I want more.” I gasped breathlessly. "I want you. I want to feel you hard inside me." His hand was driving me into frenzy. I felt like I would cum on his thrusting fingers in seconds.

"Not yet. You are not ready yet." Devon's eyes burned with an unnatural light, becoming feral. "I want to make you cum with my mouth first." His voice was a hoarse growl. Devon turned me over; his strong hands branded my skin like fire. He licked my stomach and teased my navel with his tongue. "I want your sweet juices in my mouth."

Grazing my skin with his teeth, he licked a trail down to my curls. My sensitized skin sending bolts of energy through me with every touch of his gliding lips. Burying his head in my saturated pussy, his tongue jabbed at my clit, ramming two fingers into my burning cunt he brought me to the edge of insanity. I was so close to cumming. He took my clit into his mouth and sucked hard. I spiraled over the edge. My hips bucked as he held my spasming body to his mouth.

Devon languorously licked his way up to my stiff nipples, sucking on one then the other, gently then stronger. He tugged on the peaks playfully. Covering my mouth with his he opened my lips and laved my tongue. I could taste my juices on his lips.

"You have a female lover. I can smell her on you." Devon said in a silky voice as he nibbled my lower lip.

"Yes." How could he know that? It was not humanly possible.

"Her scent is sexual and feminine. Very pleasing, but not as sensual as yours." He deepened the kiss, his lips searing mine.

Devon moved to sit cross-legged between my legs and powerfully pulled me towards him. He wrapped my legs around his waist and lifted me. As I came down, he impaled my pussy with his heavy cock. I had never tried this position before. I was so full. He lifted me slowly and slid me up his long hard dick. Faster and harder, he lifted me up and down, thrusting his sword in to the hilt. He possessed me completely. Devon was lost in his own passion, panting for breath, his skin slick with sweat. I could feel my body starting to climax again, I held onto his waist tighter with my legs. I was awed by the feel of the immense power between my thighs. The orgasm hit like a tidal wave, my back arched and I screamed my release, sobbing in ecstasy.

He snarled and pushed me onto my back pounding into me with wild, ferocious thrusts as I continued to orgasm around him. His eyes were dilated, his mouth open gasping for breath. His deep thrusting bringing me to another incredible peak. Blazing desire surged through his body at the feel of my orgasm. Devon growled deep in his throat, his muscles clenched and strained as he came in my sopping pussy. His powerful orgasm rocketed through me, making me cum again. Devon collapsed on top of me, spent. He held me to him and softly stroked my hair as we fell asleep.

"Natalie, you must wake." Devon lightly brushed my cheek with his lips. "There is a search party looking for you and I need to take you back to your car. We will have to walk, my truck died a few days ago." His voice held regret. Because he woke me or because I had to leave, I couldn't tell.

I dressed quickly noticing that my shirt had been ripped in the wreck and I couldn't find my panties. Typical, I thought. Getting my first good look at the cabin. I noticed numerous furs and skins on the walls and floor. "Are you a hunter Devon?" I asked curiously. I wanted to make sense of the unusual events of the past night. The suspicion that Devon was a central part of the circumstances that led me to be in this cabin was heavy in my mind.

He glanced at me, not meeting my eyes, a closed look on his face. "I guess you could call me that. Some would call me a predator, but yes I hunt." He turned his back to me and walked toward the door.

Devon held the door open for me; "We must hurry. It isn't far."

With sure-footed, silent steps, he led me down the mountain to my mangled car. I felt tired and overwhelmed by my experience. There was also a sense of unsolved mystery surrounding this odd adventure. Something I wanted to investigate further.

Upon reaching the car, Devon kissed me passionately. "I'm sorry, but I have to leave you now. The search party will be here soon."

"Wait. Will I see you again?" The thought of never seeing him again dismayed me. I did not want him to go at all.

"Maybe, look for me on a night with a red moon." His eyes lit up with a smile.

I touched his cheek as he turned away. "How will I find you?" I asked trying not to cry. My emotions were a tangled mess. 

"I will find you. Nothing can hide from me. Someday when you don't really expect to see me, you'll turn a corner and I'll be there." He turned and walked into the woods without a backward glance.

Later, as the tow truck pulled my smashed car from the gully, I noticed two wolves sitting in the trees watching. One a familiar gray and the other with fur so dark it was almost black. They turned and disappeared into the underbrush.

Hunter's Moon



The hunter's moon shone brightly as Veronica walked home alone from the dance. It was cooler than she had anticipated and so wore nothing warmer than a silk blouse and short skirt on. She rubbed her arms frequently trying to fight off the chill. Her 'glorious' boyfriend had decided to dump her tonight of all nights. She had stormed out without a ride and without money to take a taxi home. She fumed and bitched the entire time home. A breeze sprung up and the chill became a bitter wind. She cursed her boyfriend, correction ex-boyfriend and hoped his car blew up on the way home. The wind's intensity increased and Veronica was forced to make a choice. Either she continued on her path or ducked through the woods bordering her backyard. 

If she went through the woods then she could shave a whole half hour off her time getting home. But they have pulled bodies out of the Lost Woods as the locals called them. Veronica was not a local, her dad had gotten yet another new job and moved everyone here. It was as bad as being an army brat, never settling in for long and constantly making new friends. She had not yet developed the force field defense, the attitude of not approaching anyone for fear of getting close and then moving away without warning. A gust of icy wind answered her question for her, Her nipples were already threatening to break off, Veronica thought it would have been sexy not to wear a bra and now regretted that decision. Without hesitation or fear she ducked into the woods and headed for home. The trees were thick and the wind not so brisk here. The path twisted and turned here and there. It made its serpentine way through the ancient oaks and maples, now and again Veronica could hear water trickling by meandering to some unknown and shadowy destination. The woods were very dark and little moonlight could make its way to light the path through the heavy crisscrossed tree limbs. So it was without warning and her hurried pace that caused her to misstep and fall face first into the stream. With an angry scream Veronica gained her feet and looked down at her drenched form. 

"Shit! No way I just soaked myself to the bone." A stray gust of wind found her and shivering she continued her way home. With a steady stream of curses she continued through the woods to find her suddenly and inexplicably lost. Her lovely alto voice was raised in fury as one expletive hung on the night air for any and all to hear. She stood there grasping for breath as she tried to find out where she had made a wrong turn. Veronica's arms were crossed over her chest protecting her sensitive nipples from further harm. She closed her eyes and pictured her path, but most of it had been so deep in shadow that she could not be certain where she had gone wrong. Tears threatened to burst from her but she knew panic was not the answer. Veronica grabbed hold of her emotions and let logic take over for a while. She needed shelter from the wind and a fire to dry off; she could suffer from hypothermia out here. Veronica walked on seeing forward as good a direction as any for right now. 

Maybe she would recognize some part of the path or a landmark that would point her in the right direction. Hopes held high she traveled on and kept her senses keen for any sight or sound that could help her. It was her nose that leads her to the camp. She smelled food; just a hint at first but soon her mouth was watering from the smell of cooked meat. And cooked meat meant a fire, and that meant warmth. She soon saw the small blaze ahead of her and Veronica cautiously made her way forward. She never saw the tripwire and found her self on the ground with bells ringing nearby. A dark figure appeared from the direction of the fire and knelt next to her with a gleaming knife in their hand. 

"Well Mon Cher, what do we have here?" His Cajun accent was thick, as was the unwashed scent that surrounded him. "Come mon petit," his strong hands helped her to her feet. When she stood erect she finally saw the man who helped her, he was gorgeous. Yes he was dressed in shabby rags, he was unshaved and stank of sweat and other things but he was quite striking in face and body. His long black hair was plastered to his head, but his bright blue eyes shone in the half-light. His features were strong and rugged, and he moved like a great cat, silent and mercurial. 

"Come to the fire and warm yourself, Old John will not harm you little one." 

His accent was seductive with a subtle power and charm. She followed him into the camp and saw he was indeed alone. She squatted by his fire and warmed her hands and body. Her skirt rode up revealing her white thong against the dark cotton of her skirt. Old John, as he called himself, sat on the ground nearby and brazenly watched her. He looked her up and down and smiled appreciatively. Her long silky mane and shapely body were backlit by the moon but the firelight revealed even more. Her dark areoles were heavily pronounced as her large breasts pressed against the wet translucent material. Veronica was not sure how to take this form of advance, handsome or no he could be dangerous. She could not stop him if he tried anything; he was taller and obviously much stronger. She had screamed once this evening with no result, who would hear her cries if he raped her. Show no fear she told herself, fear would be her undoing of that she was absolutely certain. 

"What are you doing out her Old John?" She asked proud the way her voice sounded, calm and in control.

"Well petit one, I wander this great land and see what the world has to offer. But you my pretty why are you traveling all alone in this dangerous woods?" When he said dangerous her skin crawled. Her thoughts were jumbled and she paused for a long drawn out moment. "He left you eh? Old John understands the ways of boys and girls." Her eyes narrowed at that, she was not a 'girl'. Veronica considered herself a young woman and to hell with this bum. Old John laughed and nearly fell in the blaze. "Oh I apologize pretty one with no name." He smiled at her, perfect teeth with a little staining but a dazzling smile nonetheless. "But your face was truly funny."

"I am the one who should be sorry. My name is Veronica and I am walking home after my ex-boyfriend dumped me at the school dance tonight." Her fury at being called a child had let her mouth spill out information he did not need to know. "You have been so kind with you fire and all." Trying to salvage the situation and keep a certain distance between her and Old John.

"Oh no cher, you do not have to apologize to one such as I." He caught her eye and held it as he continued. "I am after all just a wanderer and must look quite unlike your friends. A bum is what the locals call me. But you are not from around her eh my pretty one." Her look of concern slipped past her defenses. "Your accent is as heavy as mine mon petit." He looked at the moon and then back at her. "I would say you come from Florida originally." Old John could see by her look of surprise that he had hit home with his guess. 

"You may not hear the timber in your voice but it is there. I have been many places and have heard all the voices of mankind. But tell me, are you hot my dear?" Veronica shot him a warning look. "I mean dry… are you dry my dear?"

Her features softened a little and she could only nod. She decided she liked this Cajun despite his appearance and smell he was a good man at heart. 

"You are hungry, no?" She nodded and took the bit of chicken he offered. He offered a bottle next, "A little wine for the young woman to wash down her meal." Veronica was not a big drinker but didn't want to offend. She took a sip of the sour mix, obviously out here he had no way to keep the wine from going bad, but it did warm her belly. Another piece of chicken and more wine and the fuzzy good feeling stole over her. She sat hard on the ground and stared into the fire. Old John walked over and sat next to her, he returned the stopper on the wine and set it aside. "You have had quite enough mon petit." Veronica hardly heard him the roar of the fire was so intense all of a sudden. She felt his hands come from behind and cup her breasts, his large fingers teasing her nipples. She moaned and leaned against him, "I like that, a lot." She said groggily as he continued to paw her. 

"Take off your shirt Veronica, I want to taste them." She giggled but her hands fumbled with the now tiny buttons but they gave way and the cool breeze and his lips caressed her erect nipples. Her breasts were large for her frame, he guessed a 36 D cup but despite that they seemed to defy gravity. Her rosy areoles were crimson under his devilish assault. She had never let her boyfriend do these things, her ex-boyfriend, but Old John was a man and knew how to please a woman. 

She felt his hands lifting her skirt and soon her bare ass was touching the ground and he was tugging her thong to the side where his fingers could explore her wet heat. She gasped as his fingers began to tease her lips and clit. 'Yes he knows how to please a woman.' Then his lips left her breasts and reappeared as if by magic on her clit and the world started spinning, as pleasure seemed to explode out of her. She was only dimly aware of her first orgasm. 

Then the pleasure stopped and he was freeing his 'thing' from his pants. It was huge and hard and pointed right at her face. She ran her fingers along the length tentatively and he moaned at her gentle touch. Then she squeezed and stroked it the way her Ex-boyfriend used to when he got drunk that one night. Then Old John gently grabbed her head and brought her lips to it, he wanted a blowjob and she had never given anyone head, ever. 

"I don't know how." She muttered but he replied he would teach her how to have power over any man in the world. She felt like passing out for a moment then she was better. Yes, power is good, so she followed every instruction to the letter and soon he was groveling on the ground under her power. She sucked and licked and stroked like a whore on the stage entertaining the crowd and soon he was ready to go further. His mouth returned to her nether heat and stoked up the fire once more. Old John's fingers and tongue brought her to the point where when he pierces her virgin hole she would beg for it. He did it quickly like a juggler, one moment the red ball is in the air then the blue, his tongue vanished and presto like magic he was hilted in her once virginal pussy. Her eyes bulged in her head as his size and her tightness didn't quite accommodate each other. But the pain vanished as with nice long strokes he pleasured her pussy and clit masterfully. Deflowering virgins is an fine art and Old John was an artiste. He adjusted his position and then rolled backwards forcing her on top. 

"If you would command men to your desire you must ride them like the animals that they are." And so Veronica straddled him and forced her hips up and down on his fleshy spike, she reveled in her power over this man. She stopped now and then forcing him to beg for it. Only when he wept for her did she continue to pleasure them both. She liked fucking, hell she liked sucking cock. She had learned how to bring any man to his knees and she would use it, oh yes she would. After her legs got tired she asked him what was next. He told her to stand up and then to take her shirt and kneel on it, and then he knelt behind her and entered her again. The penetration was much deeper and more pleasurable. She started rocking back against his in strokes and really getting into it. Next was the reverse missionary and so on, he fucked her in every position he had ever heard of and had to hold back on the last two to get through his entire repertoire and still she wanted more. So they returned to some of her favorites and finished him off with a simple doggy style that pushed all the right buttons. He pulled out and came on her ass and she looked at the milky fluid with a mix of revulsion and curiosity. She took a drop onto her finger and tasted it. It wasn't as bad as everyone complained about. If I swallow it, the boys will flock to me. Yes indeed a plan began to form. She looked over at Old John and smiled. 

"Didn't know what you were getting yourself into when you spiked that bottle of wine did you." He looked stunned that she was coherent at this point; the drug should still be working. "Don't look so confused she is still asleep, you got another round in you or should I let you sleep this one off?" The Cajun noticed the complete change of tone, timbre and other subtle qualities of her voice. Veronica was indeed asleep, but who was this then?

"My name is Viviane, and I am you Mistress."



Hunter's Moon



She was running for her life, stumbling in the mist. Her legs dragged behind her like anchors; her lungs burned and her head throbbed. She gulped fog; it stung her eyes and clogged her throat. 

It was all there was to breathe. 

'Just a matter of time before he catches me,' she realized with mounting terror. The creature that had been a handsome young man a half hour earlier was gaining on her. He could have easily run her down by now. Unlike her, he was not tiring. 

He was toying with her, waiting to make the kill.

'Stupid, stupid, stupid!' she thought. She had never seen him before; she didn't even know his name, but he was so good-looking and charming with his wavy brown hair and hazel eyes... 

So, naturally, like a starry-eyed schoolgirl, she had agreed to leave the Halloween party and drive out to the fog drenched woods to fuck him.

'Stupid!'

She had sucked him off and swallowed his cum. She'd gotten him hard again, and he had talked her into letting him ass-fuck her. He was huge; it hurt like nothing she'd ever experienced, and he had brutally pushed her face down in the back seat to muffle her screams. He came hard, and she could feel a hot, sticky mixture of blood and semen drooling from her torn asshole as she lay face down and sobbing on the car seat.

Then the full moon had risen...

Somehow she had escaped from the car as he was Changing, and now she was running naked through the woods in sheer terror.

She could hear the otherworldly howling of the werewolf shivering through the skeletal shadows of the bare trees. The wail sent goosebumps coursing down her arms and back. The sleepy sounds of the night trailed off and ceased, as if all of nature realized that an unholy, unnatural predator was loose and on the prowl. 

"Help!" she screamed hysterically. "Somebody help me!"

She flailed aimlessly through the murky night. The dewy grass seemed to writhe sluggishly underfoot. Tendrils of tattered, clammy fog streamed forward, eager to clutch her in their grasp, and plucked at her wearily churning feet; the billowing mist disoriented her. She had emerged from the woods and was back on the road, with no idea whether she had been running in circles.

Then she realized she had been doing just that. 

She was back at the car.

A hulking shape loomed up indistinctly before her, blurred and gray in the fog.

God, no! The werewolf had somehow gotten in front of her!

The girl caught a fleeting impression of a massive, wolflike thing, huge as a bear, covered with shaggy brown fur. The werewolf's paws were studded with talons that resembled handfuls of jet black surgical scalpels, and rows of gleaming, razor sharp fangs. Glowing amber eyes that burned like fire fixed on her, and he grinned, dripping scalding drool. His fetid breath gagged her.

"Nooo..." she moaned. 

His claws flashed in the moonlight, and her world came apart in a blur of shredding talons and slashing fangs - and indescribable pain. He lifted her off the ground; she kicked frantically, and her ear-splitting screams of agony shattered the silence of the fog-smoked woods as the viciously snarling thing began to tear her apart. He sank his fangs into her right shoulder and drove his claws into her breasts and legs, and then shook her savagely as he mauled her.

He dropped her face down on the hood of the car.

The girl hung precariously on the knife-edge of unconsciousness. Her left breast dangled by a thread of flesh, and her insides spilled from the gruesome wound that had been her belly. She could feel the heat of the cooling engine radiating up through the metal against her left cheek, against her horribly mangled body. Out of the corner of her eye in the moon-soaked fog, she could see glistening torrents of her blood streaming across the hood and disappearing over the side. Her sense of color drained away, and sluggish, muffled thunder roared and buzzed in her ears.

Suddenly the creature's leathery paws grabbed hold of her hips, and she moaned as his talons sliced into her flesh for purchase. He stood behind her; she could feel his muscled, furry legs pushing between hers, forcing her to open herself to him.

Over her shoulder she caught a glimpse of the creature's huge penis, sheathed like a wolf's. The pink shaft was as long as her forearm and as big around.

'God, no! He wouldn't...' 

Something probed between her inner thighs, and she screamed in agony as he thrust to the hilt into her dry cunt. He savagely pumped into her as the buzzing grew louder and louder until his hot cum blasted into her womb...

She screamed and sat straight up in bed, trembling violently. Her breathing was rapid, ragged. Her hands were tangled in her sheets, her body drenched in sweat. Tears streamed down her cheeks. 

Simone Delacambre stared numbly around her darkened room in the park lodge, whimpering, wondering where her tormentor had disappeared to, and when he would emerge from the shadows again... 

The buzzing continued unabated. She turned her head toward the noise, spying the clock flashing in time to the incessantly rasping alarm.. 

"Shut up!" she cried.

Simone angrily slapped off the alarm, then began to rock back and forth in the bed, tightly hugging her knees to her body, sobbing softly. 

The nightmares had never really gone away, but they hadn't been this bad for many months. Since the beginning of October, however, they had been more vivid, more intense, more real - as they always were this time of year.

This afternoon had been the worst.

They were always the same - vague, surreal, and terrifying. She was running through nondescript, fog shrouded woods, chased by a beast from hell. The images ended when the werewolf started to...when he began to...

She shuddered; she couldn't even bring herself to think about what the creature was doing to her at the end of her nightmare. 

The thing had raped her...

Whatever this obssession was, it surely had to be more than her imagination, because something drove her to come to the same place every Halloween - Tanglewood Hills State Park on Route 56 in Middleton, Indiana. 

"Maybe this year you'll find some answers, Simone," she whispered aloud. "Like who you really are..." 

She had awakened four years ago in a Chicago hospital. Her driver's license said she was Simone Marie Delacambre, age eighteen, and she lived in an elegant house in the posh Glenview Estates gated community in a suburb of Chicago. She had apparently inherited enough money from her parents to allow her to live comfortably for the rest of her life. 

And she could remember none of it - who her deceased parents were, what they looked like - she only had pictures - who her friends, if any, were, what her life had been like.

The only constant in her life was that every year she was driven to return to this place at Halloween, like the swallows flying back to Capistrano. It was instinctive.

She had no idea why...

Simone glanced at the clock. It was 5:06 pm. She'd called Professor Swanson to let him know she was going out of town, and that she wouldn't be at his evening class at the university tonight. Then she allowed herself to sleep as late as she possibly could, to prepare herself for this evening.

Halloween.

And this Halloween was unusual. It was the night of the second full moon of the month - the Hunter's Moon - the brightest full moon of all, aiding hunters who stalked their prey on this night. 

Simone showered quickly and toweled off, ruffling her short hair with one hand. She caught a glimpse of her naked form in one of the lodge suite's one-way tinted windows as she padded across the floor, and she studied herself critically.

She still had her youthful complexion, which was nice, because it allowed her the luxury of a make-up free, no-maintenance look. She was beautiful; she had a firm body, slender and supple, with pert breasts. 'A dancer's body,' she mused wistfully, and wondered where that thought had come from. Her jade green eyes contrasted strikingly with her burnished auburn hair.

Simone turned heads everywhere she went; she'd had many suitors in the last four years, and even though she'd been strongly attracted to one or two of them, she had not allowed herself the luxury of a relationship. There were too many question marks in her life; she did not want to add any more.

And she had other...issues that would have gotten in the way.

She glanced at the costume she had bought, thinking she might attend the annual lodge Costume Dance party. 'Sexy Vampire Bride,' the label on the package read. It was a translucent white gown with a very low cut bodice, slit up one side.

She doubted she'd be using it now; she wasn't in the mood.

Simone dressed quickly. She pulled on a black turtleneck and a lightweight midnight-blue nylon windsuit, and slipped on a pair of comfortable hiking boots. It was a touch on the chilly side, but she didn't want to overdress, either. This outfit would do just fine. 

She opened the drawer of an end table and lifted out a compact little 9 mm Beretta automatic. It felt good in her hand; she pulled back on the slide and chambered a round into the pistol. It had a fresh clip of silver bullets and was ready to go, so she slipped it in a jacket pocket. She glanced at the tinted window. The sun had just slipped below the horizon. 

Good; time to get moving.

Time to go hunting...

*****

The werewolf crouched in the shadows behind a thick tree trunk, tensing, ready to spring. He watched his prey intently. They were coming closer - a gaggle of costumed high school girls walking down the path, laughing and chatting, unaware of what awaited them. Closer...closer...now!

With a ferocious roar, he leaped out in front of them, landing with inches of them, his claws extended overhead, his fangs flashing. The girls screamed in unison and paled, and high-tailed it off in the opposite direction. 

One of them cried, "Oh, no - I pissed in my pants!" and they all started giggling and slowed to a walk.

"Ha!" the werewolf called after them, clapping his paws together. "You call yourselves brave? You wouldn't last five minutes in the Haunted Forest!"

Charlie Tuttle pushed up the left sleeve of his furry costume and glanced at his watch. Good - two minutes until break time! He wore a realistic, terrifying costume, modeled on the "American Werewolf in London" creature, just like the life-sized werewolf movie prop in the corn maze. But the yak fur that made it so lifelike also made it extremely hot on a balmy night like this, and he was sweltering behind the hideous head mask. Time to cool off and get a quick beer, then off to the corn maze. 

He grinned.

He'd been playing a werewolf here for the last ten years, since high school, and he loved every minute of it. He especially loved scaring the pretty young girls. Maybe he'd meet up with that last batch of little cuties again when he went out to the maze...

The 41st Annual Middleton Halloween Haunted Farm and Forest was in full operation. Tonight was the last night they were open, and as usual business was booming. 

There was something for everyone. The barn was for the little kids - Disney characters and benign ghosts and goblins. The Haunted House was not for the weak of heart. Scary and spooky, with flashing strobes and black lights, cobwebs, realistic spiders and rats for props. All manner of creatures wandered its halls - Frankenstein's monster, Dracula and assorted vampires, the Wolf Man, and zombies and ghouls. 

But the Haunted Forest - that was the place for hard-core scares. 

Out here, the makeup and masks were extremely realistic and lifelike. So were the stage blood and "wounds," and gruesome stage props and body parts. Eerie red and blue spolights were strategically placed on trees and in bushes, and a fog machine lent atmosphere to the setting. Like the haunted house, the forest employed flashing strobes and black lights, and artificial webs and arachnids and vermin. 

However, thanks to the proximity to the state park, sometimes real spiders and rats paid a visit to the site. Especially squirm-inducing were the big, black tarantula-like trap door spiders.

The monsters here meant business, too.

Patrons were required to sign a waiver before they entered the Haunted Forest. Most of them laughed nervously - until they realized that it wasn't a joke. The most common -and embarrassing - mishaps over the years had involved wet underwear, but occasionally smelling salts were required.

And once, they'd had a near cardiac that thankfully turned out to be a panic attack.

Michelle Eriksen self-consciously signed her waiver and handed it to the attendant at the admissions table, who was dressed as the Grim Reaper with a real scythe coated with blood. 

Real scythe, but fake blood - she hoped.

"Nice costume," the Reaper grunted.

The pretty blonde blushed. She had been working late on a project at Our Mother of Hope High School, and had come in her school uniform - white blouse, blue and green plaid skirt, and forest green blazer.

Her best friend Gina Carrera snickered.

"Yeah, the 'Catholic high school girl' look is really hot this year," Gina retorted, then whispered in Michelle's ear, "especially with dirty old men. They can just bend you over a table, pick up the back of that short little skirt and ass fuck you!"

"Giiii-na!" Michelle protested. "You should talk! Like your costume won't get them hot!"

Gina grinned wickedly.

"If you got it, flaunt it."

Gina had it, and she did.

She was clad in a sexy, slinky red vampire's gown, form-fitting and clingy, slit up both sides with a neckline that plunged almost to her navel. And she had the body to go with it. Her huge breasts strained against the tight fabric, and her hard nipples stood out like bullets.

The two girls presented a striking contrast. Michelle was wholesome, girl-next-door pretty with short, honey-blonde hair, while Gina was slutty - a dark, sultry Italian with a voluptuous figure and sensuous face. She had darkened her eyes with cork and slipped a convincing set of fangs over her canine teeth. Her raven tresses tumbled in blue-black ringlets to her shoulders. 

They started down the wide, mulch-lined path that led into the Haunted Forest, falling in step with the other thrill seekers. The spooky sounds of ghosts and wolf howls and blood curdling screams emanated from speakers throughout the woods. 

Michelle sighed.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into this, Gina," she murmured. "I should be home studying for my Anatomy and Physiology midterm."

"No, no, no, no, no!" Gina cried. "You are going to start having some fun if it kills you - and me. Please tell me you are going to the prom this spring. Last year you turned down three different guys from St. I's. Any girl in the junior class would have killed to go out with any one of them."

"Well, I just didn't..."

"Shhhh!" She pressed a finger over Michelle's lips. "Shut up! You are a very pretty girl; guys go for that well-scrubbed, innocent look. You know you like Brad Landis, and he's still mooning for you. Say yes the next time he asks you out. Would it kill your perfect 4.00 GPA to have some fun once in a while - and would a 3.99 kill you?"

"I want...I need...to be valedictorian," Michelle replied. "I want to be a doctor." 

Gina sighed.

"You're hopeless, you know that? Shelley, there are thousands - millions - of doctors in the United States. They couldn't all have been valedictorians!"

"You don't understand, Gina," Michelle persisted. "If I'm valedictorian, I can..."

"Stop it!"

They stood in the spooky, flashing blue fog that was gathering, lit from beneath by ground-level floods, while bats squeaked and ghosts moaned.

"Listen, Shell Belle - I'm not saying you should turn your back on your dreams, but a night out once in a while ain't gonna kill ya! Next year you'll be in college, and there will be *gasp!* boys there! You won't be able to hide behind the all-girl battlements of OLH with its lesbian nuns and female teachers - oh, I did forget that horndog Mr. Gutzwiller, the lone male instructor, but he's an aberration."

Michelle sighed.

"Your point is?"

"For being so damned smart, you can really be dense sometimes," Gina replied testily. "Between your grades and your near perfect SAT scores, you'll be able to write your own ticket. You've already won like fifteen scholarships. How the hell many do you want? You can afford to let your hair down and have some fun once in a while. Go out with some boys, for crying out loud! I worry about you." 

Gina squeezed her friend's shoulder.

"I don't want you to wake up one day when it's too late and regret you didn't have more fun while you were a kid. At least for tonight? Lighten up and have a good time? Please? And don't go sneaking away from me and head home like you usually do?" 

"Okay," Michelle answered with a sheepish smile. "I'm sorry. I know you mean well."

"Good! Let's go, then. I gotta warn you, though - if you thought the haunted house was scary, you ain't seen nothin' yet. They've got Frankenstein, Dracula, Wolf Man but they also have heavy duty psychos like Leatherface, Pinhead, Jason and Freddy, and Michael Meyers."

"Michael Meyers?" Michelle echoed blankly.

"Hell-o-o? Ever seen any of the 'Halloween' movies?"

"Oh, yeah - the guy who wears the white William Shatner mask." Michelle giggled. "William Shatner's scary enough for me."

They turned to head down the path just as Leatherface lunged at them, revving his noisy chainsaw. The two girls screamed and ran into each other; their legs got tangled and they almost fell down. Leatherface growled something inarticulate and moved on, looking for new victims. Before they could move, Frankenstein's monster clomped toward them, huge and scarred and green, on big, built-up boots, reaching for them as he snarled in convincing Karloffian tones. He seemed almost tame by comparison.

Michelle was visibly shaken. 

"Gosh, they look so real! Hard to believe they're make up and masks."

"Well, they are," Gina affirmed. "The props are locked up at night and insured for a bundle - especially the corn maze werewolf. It's a life sized model of the werewolf from 'American Werewolf in London.' Cost them about $6,000.God, that thing is terrifying! I stumbled on it last year, and I needed a change of underwear. Literally scared the piss out of me!"

"Ohhh... I saw that movie on DVD. I couldn't finish it, and I slept with the lights on for two months after that. The werewolf scared me to death! I don't know if I'm ready for that."

"Ah, you'll be fine. A little terror is good for the soul. I heard the werewolf cost them around $7,000, but it's worth it. Wait until you see it!"

The corn maze was indeed highlight of the Haunted Forest. Somewhere in its twisting pathways waited the life-sized movie prop of the werewolf. It was moved from place to place, sometimes several times in the same night. Hideous and covered with realistic-looking yak fur, it crouched on all fours, eight feet long from its snout to its back claws. As unwitting visitors stumbled across it, they triggered flashing strobes and a horrifying roaring and howling on a CD loop.

The full effect was cardiac-inducing.

"There's a guy who wanders around in a costume from the movie, too. He's even scarier because he jumps at you. Incredible costume."

Suddenly Freddy Krueger was in their midst, roaring at them as they screamed, shoving his horribly burned, disfigured face right up into their own. He tipped his fedora hat back on his head with a finger of his clawed leather glove.

"So...I hope you pretty little ladies sleep well tonight. 'To sleep, perchance to dream.' And that's when I'll GETCHA!"

He danced away, cackling maniacally.





Hunter's Moon



"Whew, this is intense!" Michelle exclaimed. "But you're right - in a weird way, this is fun."

"Told ya," Gina shot back.

They walked on, waiting for their next scare. They were alone now; some of the crowd had moved on, while others had left the field of battle with tails between their legs. The rasp of Leatherface's chainsaw faded in the distance. It was darker back here, and MIchelle shuddered involuntarily. 

As they approached a pool of blue and red light, they heard a rustling in the bushes. Twigs snapped and branches crackled.

A huge, shaggy shape hove into view just off the path. Michelle screamed and recoiled in shock. 

"Jeez!" she exclaimed. "Ohmigosh, you weren't kidding - what an awesome costume!" 

The werewolf was hideous - and he looked so real. Shaggy, thickly muscled, and at least eight feet tall, just like in the movie. The face was terrifying; wolfish, snarling, with glowing yellow eyes and gleaming fangs. There was realistic stage blood all over his muzzle and chest, dripping from his grinning jaws and spattering on the ground. He gazed at them appraisingly with his blazing eyes before fading back into the woods.

"Ohmigod, did you get a load of his wanger?" Gina asked in awe. "It was a foot and a half long if it was an inch. I don't remember that from last year. Yay for anatomically correct!"

Michelle flushed crimson.

"Leave it to you to notice that, Gina. Get your mind out of the gutter."

"Speaking of nice wangers," Gina whispered, "I think that 'Young Dracula' up ahead is Steve Hayden."

"Gina, will you stop?" Michelle cried. "Too much information. Didn't need you to share that." 

But Gina was already on the prowl, walking seductively toward the "Count."

"Uh, okay, I'm just going to go on ahead here," Michelle called out, surpressing a grin. "Fine. I'll muddle through on my own."

"I'll catch up to you, babe," Gina returned as her arms encirlced Dracula's neck in an embrace. 

Michelle shook her head in bemusement. She strolled along, lost in thought. Gina was right. It was fun to kick back. Would it really kill her to take it easy now and then? Nobody was putting any pressure on her to perform, not her mom or dad - nobody; she was driving herself.

She had grown so accustomed to the spooky sounds coming over the speakers planted throughout the forest that it took her a moment to notice that the world had gone deathly quiet. In a lot of ways, this was even scarier than the howls and screams. She also realized that she had wandered into the corn maze. She swallowed hard. It was really dark back here, even with the light of the full moon overhead.

Suddenly it wasn't as much fun anymore.

She tried to retrace her steps, but it was hopeless. The corn stalks that surrounded her were much taller than she was, and there were so many paths and blind alleys.

Then she heard a rustling ahead of her to her left. 

"Thank God!" she breathed. At least there was someone else in the maze with her. Maybe they knew the way out.

She came around the corner and felt her foot snag on something. There was a high-pitched twang, and all hell broke loose. 

Strobes and black lights flashed, and there was a deafening roar, like a tiger, and then a blood-chilling wolf howl. Michelle screamed in gut-wrenching terror as the lights spookily illuminated the horrifying corn maze werewolf. 

"J-Jesus!" she gasped, shocked as much by what she had just said as by the terrifying sight. She noticed a realistic stage prop, a bloody body, lying in the straw behind the wolf prop. It was dressed in the tattered scraps of a furry costume, with a hideous werewolf mask attached to the slashed head.

Then her stomach churned with sick horror as she realized the mangled body was real. She recognized the torn face - Charlie Tuttle, the dorky volunteer fireman who always made passes at OLH girls when they walked past the engine house. 

Michelle Eriksen went to her knees and threw up in the straw.

When her eyes finally quit streaming, she noticed that a huge, ominous shadow loomed over her from behind, blocking out the full moon.

She slowly turned her head around and gasped. 

It was the werewolf she had seen earlier - and it was...

"Ohmigod!" she cried. "You're real! You're REEEAAALLLAARRRRGGGHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..."

Long, razor sharp talons slashed down, slicing her face and breasts and viciously ripping open her face and the front of her body. Michelle screamed mindlessly at the searing agony. The creature snarled and cuffed her with the back of a huge paw. She rolled across the ground and came to a stop lying face up. She felt herself tumbling down a long dark tunnel, and as consciousness fled, she was barely aware of claws peeling her clothes from her body... 

...Sometime later, Michelle opened her eyes, gasping in agony at the searing pain she felt down the front of her body. As she tried to clear her head, she realized she was on her back, staring up at the full moon and being dragged across the ground. 

But...that was impossible; the thing would have...killed her by now. 

Michelle desperately willed her eyes to focus. She could see the werewolf's muscled back as he strode along hazily in front of her. His huge, taloned paw easily encircled both of her slender ankles, and he dragged her along like a dead animal. She glanced down at herself and sobbed. 

She was naked and shivering; blood welled up thickly from the deep grooves that had been clawed into her ruined breasts and belly. Blood was in her eyes, too, from her slashed face. Her vision was blurred, as if she was looking at everything through a pane of glass with vaseline smeared all over it. Her head flopped weakly to one side, and she stifled a sob of terror.

The creature was dragging Charlie Tuttle's mangled corpse in his other hand, bumping it along over the rough ground. Charlie's throat had been torn out. 

Then his head banged violently on a large rock; it separated from his shoulders and rolled away behind them, taking the awful werewolf mask with it.

Michelle tried to throw up again, but there was nothing left in her stomach.

She faded in and out of consciousness, and only gradually became aware that they had stopped moving and she was lying on the ground at the base of a tree. She weakly raised her head. The werewolf had moved off a distance, dragging Charlie's headless corpse behind him. 

'Oh, God, was he leaving?' 

Whimpering in terror, Michelle rolled over on her belly. Her legs were still trembling too much to let her walk, so she started frantically crawling through the dirt and leaves. 

But her freedom was short lived.

The werewolf was returning; she could hear his heavy paws thudding over the soft ground. Michelle heard a low, menacing growl; then she screamed as she was grabbed by the hair and lifted off the ground. She kicked and shrieked as she dangled in the monster's grasp until he slammed her face down on a large, flat boulder.

Stunned by the impact, she was only vaguely aware that he was spreading her legs. When she realized what he was doing, her eyes snapped open. She could feel his rock-hard penis probing her tight, puckered asshole.

"Oh, G-God no - Mommy!"

Her scream shattered the night as the werewolf plunged in and out of her, ripping her torn anus to shreds. 

Michelle passed out, finally and mercifully, as his scalding semen spurted deep inside her bowels...

*****

Gina Carrera threw her head back and bit her lower lip to stifle her scream of climax. Her stomach clenched as Steve Hayden emptied himself into her, lifting her into the air with his last urgent thrusts. he pulled out sprayed her cunt lips and thick black patch of pubic hair with his cum, then plunged back inside her. She collapsed on top of him and thrust her tongue halfway down his throat, still aroused beyond sense. They kissed savagely for several long seconds until their ardor slowly cooled. Gina snuggled against him with a dreamy smile, enjoying the sensation of her naked flesh pressed against his.

"Mmmmm...leave it in," she murmured. "Feels good."

He sighed. 

"Sorry -I gotta get back to work, honey. This shed isn't supposed to be locked. If somebody comes poking around, it could be embarrassing." 

He gently rolled her off him onto their makeshift bed of hay bales, and Gina moaned in protest. 

"Eat my cunt and fuck my face - please! It won't take long."

He smiled. They shifted around into the "69" position, each facing the other's genitals. Steve licked expertly, burying his face in her dripping cunt, teasing her clit and driving her crazy, and, between muffled screams of ecstasy, Gina sucked him off. 

Finally her body shuddered in a wrenching climax, and seconds later, he came all over her face and hair. She swallowed the last few blasts of his jism; then she used his softening cock to massage his cum into her beautiful face.

They dressed quickly, and Steve embraced her and kissed her as she squeezed into her red gown.

"I get off in two hours," he said.

"I thought you got off a few minutes ago," Gina whispered, pouting. "Anyway, I'll take you up on that. I'm ready for some more hot vampire love." 

He opened the door a crack and peered outside, and then straightened.

"Coast is clear. Let's go.'

They slipped outside, and it was noticeably cooler. Gina shivered.

"Damn!" she said. "I had a red cape with this costume, but I left it at home."

Steve gallantly removed his own cape and put it around her shoulders. 

"At least I have long sleeves," he said.

"Why, thank you, sweetie!" she said. "I have to find Shelley. Let her know there's been a change of plans. I'll be back in a few."

"Maybe she's getting laid in the corn maze," he said with a wicked grin. "It's been known to happen."

Gina chuckled.

"Somehow, I doubt it."

She squeezed his hand and headed off down the path toward the maze.

* * *

Michelle Eriksen sobbed quietly, lying in the open meadow, shivering and bleeding. She was on her back with her legs spread agonizingly wide apart, her torn, bleeding cunt steaming in the chill night air. She could feel her mind trying to retreat to a place of safety, to block out the obscenity of what had just happened to her. He had clawed her back open to the bone as he sodomized her; the keening howl he had loosed as he pumped his seed into her still rang in her ears.

Then he flipped her over on her back and started again, brutally tearing into her tight virgin pussy this time, until he shot another huge load into her. 

She could hear the beast growling and grunting a little ways off. She painfully got up on her hands and knees and twisted her head to glance over her shoulder.

She stifled a scream of horror.

The werewolf was eating Charlie Tuttle. The full moon illuminated the bloody tableau all too graphically.

And she would be next.

Somehow Michelle found the strength to scramble quietly to her feet. It was a long shot, but maybe she could get away while the thing was busy with his prey. She slipped away as stealthily as she could. About a quarter mile beyond Little Turtle Creek, she could see the lights of the Haunted Farm. As she crept closer to the stream, she could hear the familiar strains of "Monster Mash" blaring over the loudspeakers. So near and yet so far...

A blood-chilling howl suddenly cleaved the air; she could hear thrashing in the underbrush. He was after her! Then she heard a snarl from above. The werewolf perched on a low limb of a tree, the mangled torso of Charlie Tuttle clutched in one huge paw. Michelle screamed mindlessly and staggered away, terrified, leaving a trail of blood in her wake. A low-hanging tree branch whipped her face as she lurched forward. The werewolf dropped his bloody prey as he leaped to the ground and loped after her on all fours. 

It wasn't much of a chase.

He caught her a few dozen yards away at Little Turtle Creek. Her piercing screams filled the night as the beast savagely mauled her naked body, and then plunged his long fangs into her neck under her chin.

With a savage toss of his massive head, the monster tore out her throat in an explosion of blood and mangled flesh.

The last thing Michelle thought was how upset Gina would be that she had disappeared on her once again. The last thing she saw, as red faded to black, was the face of an unholy beast with her torn jugular clenched in his jaws like a gory scarlet rope...

The werewolf let the mutilated, lifeless body of pretty Michelle Eriksen drop into the stream by a fallen tree, and she floated face up in the bone-chilling water. 

He threw back his shaggy head and howled. Then, as the strains of "Time Warp" from "Rocky Horror Picture Show" drifted out across the meadow, he hunkered down in the stream to feed on his kill, and her blood dyed the clear water of Little Turtle Creek the color of claret wine...

*****

Simone Delacambre jammed on the brakes of her rented BMW.

'Here.'

Not the usual place. Something was guiding her tonight, as if the Hunter's Moon had heightened her senses. Somehow she knew where she had to go. She ran faster than she could ever remember running, but her heart sank as she sprinted across the meadow. She should have heard him by now; it was too quiet.

She was too late...

The smell of blood made her head spin. What was left of the young girl was wedged underwater against a half-submerged tree in the creek. The beast had left some flesh on her legs and arms, and her head was mostly intact, but everything else had been eaten. Even though her face had been clawed, Simone could see that she had been a pretty little girl. Her horrified blue eyes stared up through the murky crimson water.

Simone peered across the creek at what lay on the ground at the base of the oak in a pool of blood. It was the partially devoured torso of a man, limbless and headless. The 'Wolf had simply slaughtered the man and torn him apart.

Simone squatted down on the bank of the creek, taking care to avoid the swiftly running water. The beast was probably still around here somewhere. He would have been ravenous so soon after he Changed; he would quickly metabolize the young girl's flesh and would hunger for fresh prey. She had to find him and stop him before he struck again. 

Then she heard it.

The howling.

It was him! It had to be!

The ancient Celts believed the boundary between the worlds of the living and the dead blurred on Halloween, an evil night, allowing the ghosts of the dead to return to earth. 

Perhaps they'd been right.

The blood-chilling ululation reverberated through every cell in Simone's body. Her eyes flew open wide and she screamed. In that instant, the door to her past was flung open, and all the demons that had lain in wait for years exploded through the threshold to claw at her, and she relived all those moments of half-forgotten horror. She remembered it all, everything she had suffered, everything she had lost, everything he had taken from her, and she seethed with rage and grief.

The 'Wolf howled again, and with a scream of fury, Simone leaped to her feet and raced across Harper's Meadow toward the source of the terrifying sound...

* * * 

The werewolf clung to the side of the tree about ten feet off the ground, a thickly-muscled sculpture of barely-controlled violence, using his long, sharp claws for purchase. He was at the edge of the Tanglewood State Forest where Route 56 curved away from a tidy little subdivision on the outskirts of Middleton. The neatly trimmed yards were full of cobwebs and rubber spiders, huge inflatable jack-o'-lanterns, fake tombstones and plastic skeletons.

The more elaborate displays featured Frankenstein's monster, vampires, zombies...

And werewolves.

Halloween. 

It was always a good night to hunt. He even Changed on Halloween when there wasn't a full moon because he could move so easily among the costumed trick-or-treaters.

So simple to take down prey...

He'd been coming here to Middleton every time the Hunter's Moon fell on All Hallow's Eve since 1792. October 31st of that year - the first time he had shapeshifted into the form of a werewolf. He'd been out walking with his lovely fiancee Priscilla, and had slaughtered and devoured her.

His first Change, and his first kill.

It was a ritual for him. He returned here, every nineteen years or so, to kill beautiful young girls and feed on them where it had all begun for him.

Tonight was no different.

He licked a few drops of drying blood from his muzzle and grinned. Delicious. The girl's flesh had been sweet and tender, but already his stomach grumbled.

It was time to hunt again.

There was terrible, cunning intelligence in the beast's burning yellow eyes as he peered into the distance. His keen night vision detected movement three-quarters of a mile away. Two little girls about ten years old, dressed in ballerina costumes, all skinny legs and giggling energy. They would be little more than a morsel, a snack.

But they would do for now. He licked his chops and slid down the tree to the ground.

As he waited for them to get closer, he suddenly became aware of a presence behind him that raised his hackles. He snuffled in surprise

"Naughty 'Wolf," a sultry, lightly-accented voice playfully purred. "They're just little girls. Wouldn't you rather have a real woman?"

He whirled around and snarled. How could he not have detected her approach?

There was something vaguely familiar about her, but his bestial mind couldn't make the connection. She was about the same age as the girl he had just killed; however, while that one had been very pretty, this one was impossibly beautiful. She stood naked in the moonlight, her skin glowing pale silver. She had her hands folded behind her back, and she stood calmly, feet spaced an arm's length apart. Her auburn hair ruffled in the wind, and her emerald eyes appraised him candidly.

And...

Her strong musk floated on the light breeze, and his cock responded accordingly. Not only was she unafraid, she was aroused!

He would fuck this one before he killed and devoured her.

With a ferocious roar, he lunged forward and charged across the dew-slicked grass toward her. 

Suddenly she whipped out the pistol from behind her back and fired. The Beretta spat flame; the bullet took him in the stomach and slammed him back as if he had hit a brick wall. He lay moaning on the wet turf as his body shifted and shrank back to its human shape.

He was so good-looking and charming, with his wavy brown hair and hazel eyes...

The young girl strode toward him, and as she walked, a turtleneck and windsuit formed over her.

And her scent was gone.

She shook her head as she pocketed her weapon.

"Stupid 'Wolves," she murmured. "Your minds are so easy to manipulate; you'll see anything I want you to see." 

He screamed in agony as she kicked him in the pit of his stomach, where he'd been shot. Then she sat down on a large, flat rock next to him and glared coldly down at him. 

"Gut shot. It's a 9 mm caliber slug - silver, of course - with a cross carved into the tip to make it tumble as it goes into you. It's a slow, painful death."

"You cunt!" he hissed. "Finish me. My b-belly is on fire!"

A smile quirked the corners of her mouth, but failed to reach her glacial green eyes.

"I see your left eye grew back," she said. When he stared blankly, she continued, "You don't remember? October 31st, 1944. Halloween dance - it was called Central High School then. About a quarter mile up the road from here, you mauled me and all but tore me apart."

She leaned over him, tears streaming from her eyes. One of them splashed on his bleeding belly, and he flinched.

It was as cold as ice.

"And then you put me across the hood of the car and you raped me..."




Hunter's Moon



His eyes widened in sudden recognition. Then he winced as a spasm of pain seized him, and he coughed up blood. Crimson trickled from the corners of his mouth.

"Ah, yes..." he gasped as he attempted to leer at her. "The little French Canadian girl who'd just moved here from V-Vancouver. A sweet, tight little virgin, as I recall. Even tighter little asshole. I thought I k-killed you. Of course, after you put out my eye, I Changed back and ran off into the woods. I was mad with pain."

"The stick I grabbed off the ground was sharp enough to do the job." Simone said. "I was more dead than alive when they got me to the hospital. I wasn't expected to survive. Two weeks later they discharged me; the only mark on me was the pentagram-shaped scar on my right shoulder, where you first bit me. They said it was a miracle."

"So w-what's your point? You've won. You shot me with a silver bullet, and I'm g-going to die..." He gasped in agony. "N-not soon enough...God...hurts..."

"All my lost memories came back when I heard you howl. I'm Simone Delacambre - my real name - and you destroyed my life that night, you son of a bitch! You took my innocence, and you took my future. I had a dancing audition on Broadway the end of November. But it never happened. I wanted you to know that."

Simone wiped away tears with the back of her hand.

"There was a full moon two weeks after I was released from the hospital. I woke up in my room the next morning, naked, covered with blood. Everything was covered with blood - the bed, the floors, the walls, the ceiling - and there were pieces of my Mom and Dad scattered everywhere. I thought it was you, coming back to finish the job, and you missed me somehow. Then I realized it was me. I was a werewolf - a She-Wolf."

His eyes narrowed.

"Wait a minute...If you're a w-werewolf, why haven't you Changed? There's a full moon tonight. Did you find a cure? I have t-to know!"

Simone sighed, and a sad, bitter smile touched the corners of her mouth.

"In this case, the cure was worse than the disease. I ran. For the next six months, I slaughtered and feasted on innocent people. I was disgusted with myself. One night I made a decision. I checked into a fleabag hotel. I had some shotgun shells loaded with silver pellets, and I put my mouth over the barrel of a 12 gauge and pulled the trigger..."

Simone closed her eyes.

"Legend has it that werewolves can become vampires when they die," she murmured. "So can suicides. I was a doubly cursed - a werewolf who committed suicide. I woke up a vampire in the morgue three nights later, whole and unmarked. I was so hungry. I was stalking the attendant when he turned and smiled at me. His name was Blake, and he was a vampire, too. But he was a special kind - a Nightwalker."

"What the hell's a...Nightwalker?" he gasped.

"Nightwalkers believe that vampires don't have to be bloodsucking beasts who prowl the night," Simone continued. "We try to live as normal a life as we can. We don't bite and drain people; we drink bottled blood and serum substitiutes we keep in the refrigerator. By day we sleep in beds, not coffins, in a sealed, light-tight room."

Across the highway, the two little ballerinas had reached the corner house. "Trick or Treat!" they squealed in unison. Simone sighed wistfully. 

"Maybe one of them will dance on Broadway some day..." she murmured.

The dying man coughed again. "So...you were a She-Wolf, and now you're some kind of...g-goody-two-shoes v-vampire?"

"A Nightwalker," Simone said. "Blake took me in, became my guardian and made me his ward. Even though I was restored to life - of sorts - as a vampire, my memory was gone - trauma from the shotgun blast. All I could remember was the horrible nightmare of...what you did to me. Then four years ago my memories were re-programmed so I could assume a new identity - if you look like you're eighteen years old for sixty years, people start getting suspicious. You have to change things up. I voluntarily submitted to it; I just remembered that now."

Her jaw clenched.

"And even after that, even after being mindwiped, I still remembered the nightmare. And I've come here every Halloween for the last fifty-seven years looking for you."

"Well...I h-hope you're happy. You've gotten your revenge."

Simone smiled and shook her head.

"Oh, no - I haven't even begun to take my revenge."

"Bitch..." He spat blood at her, and a shiver of terror rippled through his body as she slowly licked it off her upper lip.

Her beautiful face had undergone a horrifying transformation. Her skin had turned corpse gray; her eyes were now glowing red pools of blood, and her canines had lengthened into long, sharp fangs. Her voice was hollow, like a tomb.

"I've never taken human prey...until now," she whispered. "But before I do...I want you to experience everything I experienced on that night. Everything..."

She touched her fingertips to his temples. His eyes flew open, and he began to scream, hysterically, despairingly, until all he could do was sob.

Finally, after what seemed to him like an eternity of agony, she removed her hand. She smirked.

"John Tremaine," she murmured. "Like me, you've kept your real name all this time."

"You bitch!" he sobbed. "Just k-kill me and get it over with. You've had your fun."

"Oh, no - the fun is just beginning, John," Simone hissed. "I'm going to bite you and kill you and turn you. When you arise, you will be my thrall, my slave. For all eternity. I will make your life a living hell."

"No..." Tremaine moaned.

"Oh, yessssss...."

His screams ripped through the night as her fangs sank into his throat, then segued into throaty moans as she injected him with pleasure venom. He could feel his erection swell, and his pain faded as Simone drained the blood from his body.

He ejaculated as he died...

Simone glanced down at his pale, lifeless body; then she bent down and licked the glistening threads of semen off his cock and balls and groin, drawn by the blood cells in it. She stood up and waved her hand. The earth heaved and collapsed under him, and swallowed him up, and then smoothed over. 

A layer of leaves skittered over the makeshift grave. 

"I'll be back for you in three nights, my slave," she whispered.

Simone walked slowly back to the BMW and climbed in. She couldn't remember when her heart had ever been so light; it was as if a great burden had been lifted from her shoulders. She smiled as she started the engine. She hadn't planned on attending the party at the lodge, but she had just changed her mind. She'd show them a thing or two about dancing.

And she had the perfect costume... 

* * *



Hunter's Moon



"No," Heather said. "Abso-fucking-lutely not."

"Come on," Teri whined. "Just one week. That's all I'm saying. What else are you doing? Nothing, that's what."

"I'm trying to pay off my student loans!" Heather shouted. "You know, that thing we owe? The one you keep ignoring? They won't just forgive it, Teri. You know that, right? It just keeps getting worse and, eventually, they'll-"

"One week," Teri interrupted. "I won't ask for anything from you ever, ever again."

"Blood," Heather said. "Sharks. Water. Student loans. It's stupid, anyway. Twilight had nothing to do with Dracula. From what I can remember of the movies you made me sit through. They weren't even the same kind! Dracula didn't sparkle in sunlight; he burst into flames and died screaming!"

Several nearby customers turned curiously to the arguing women. Heather pulled her light jacket tighter against her chest. Despite the mid-day sun, the air was permeated with a bone chilling cold. Heather's pale cheeks burned bright red, nearly hiding the spray freckles along the bridge of her nose. 

"He was still a vampire. And the first one!" Teri said. The young woman spoke with an enthusiastic fervor. She waved her hands while she argued and seemed constantly on the edge of an impish grin. "Look, I know you think it's dumb, but-"

"More than dumb, Teri."

"Four words," Teri said, a grin finally breaking out on her wide, open face. "Super Hunter's Blood Moon."

"Teri, you're killing me," Heather said, groaning while rubbing her temples. "I'm literally dying here. I can feel my brain cells screaming in agony while they suffocate from all the bullshit in the air. What in the world does-"

"And it's October!" Teri shouted, her hands raised triumphantly. "Seriously! Almost Halloween. Halloween, a Hunter's Blood Moon and Dracula!"

"I can't afford the trip, Teri," Heather sighed. She'd known the other woman since the 2nd grade. Arguing after a certain point was useless because the other woman would simply overrun her with her enthusiasm. It was both infuriating and annoying endearing.

Teri's eyes took on a thoughtful calculating look. Heather sipped her chai, enjoying the warmth and the sweetness of it. She tried not to worry about her friend; her mind often wandered down strange, incomprehensible paths.

"Two words, then," Teri said. She was looking down at the round glass table between them. She pushed at a few grains of spilled sugar while she spoke.

Crap, Heather thought. Her serious face. This is bad.

"I'll pay," Teri said.

"You can't," Heather replied immediately. "I basically do your financial planning for you. What little there is. I know what you can and can't afford. You can't afford a trip for two to Romania. I don't even know how you plan to afford one ticket."

"I can too. That's how much I want you to go, Heather," Teri pleaded. "Come on, we're getting older and who knows when we'll go on a trip like this again? Why'd you even get a passport if you're not going to use it?"

"Every adult should have a passport. Just in case. It's smart planning."

Teri sighed, sinking back in her wrought iron chair. "I'm going whether you go or not. What if I die on my trip because you're not there? What if a handsome, pale vampire swoops in and steals my virginity?"

Heather snorted. "Your what now?"

"Or my innocence! I would swoon in his arms while he made me his immortal lover, destined to cower in a coffin by day and feast on the blood of mere mortals by night and it'd be all your fault!" Teri held the back of her hand to her forehead while leaning back in her chair.

"Jesus, Teri," Heather said. "Breathe once in a while. Anyway, you'd be all over that. Don't lie."

"Not if I couldn't sparkle, Heather. I'd be a Dracula vampire. Not a Team Edward vampire. It's not the same thing at all."

Heather flicked a small crumb to the nearby perpetual crowd of begging pigeons. She watched the ensuing fight while she considered. "You can really afford it?"

"Yes," Teri answered. "I can afford it. But, you pay for your own food."

"I can take care of my own meals," Heather said, distracted as she worked through the details of a possible trip. "If I was dumb enough to go."





Hunter's Moon



"Oh. My. God. That just gave me a great idea. For Halloween. We'll go as Master Blaster! From Mad Max! It's perfect. I'm brilliant and short and you're dumb and gangly. We'll get that leash you keep in that little chest in your closet and-"

"That's-! I don't-! I lock that chest!"

Teri looked at her friend with pity. "Heather, I basically live with you. I can pretty much read your mind and I look through all your stuff. I play a game called 'Find Heather's secrets' whenever you go to the bathroom. Keeping your key under your mattress isn't exactly the best hiding place."

"I'm never letting you into my apartment again," Heather fumed. Dirt crunched beneath their boots as they left the village. Dark clouds hid the bright, full moon but, beyond the clouds, an amazing array of stars filled the night sky. A huge, foreboding forest lay to their right while smooth, grass hills curved around to their left. The two women followed the dirt road that led to the hills, connecting Cuciulata to its neighboring village.

"Oh, Heather," Teri said, her eyes large. The young woman patted her friend's arm. "It's so cute that you think I didn't steal your spare and make a copy."

The two women bickered happily back and forth while they stomped along the road. Tall, green grass and short stalks of winter wheat fell in waves against the increasingly heavily winds. Occasionally, an animal cried out. Hunting or playing or running. 

"I wonder if the rest of these hills have old artifacts," Teri asked. 

"Probably," Heather answered. "I'm surprised they haven't closed the whole place off to look around. I kind of wish we had a metal detector. That'd be a lot of fun." Heather sniffed at the air again. "I think we better find a spot to sit or you're going to miss the moon. Clouds are coming in pretty fast. Kinda feels like it wants to rain. I don't really want to be caught out in it."

"I know," Teri frowned. "Here's just as good as any place. I really just wanted to sit out for a bit with you. Away from everything else and out in the 'old country' before we do anything else."

Heather bumped her hip against her friend. She found a dry spot on the slope of the current hill and then sat with her knees up against her small chest. Teri settled beside her, crossed-legged.

"Ah. Feels good to sit a bit," Teri sighed. She looked back at the village. "I'm surprised how far we went. I'll be honest, I thought it'd feel scarier out here but it doesn't feel that way at all. Just feels homey. All these farms and everything, I guess."

"Yeah. I wonder if it's the same way back home? Around the farms. Or if it's just because of all the history here. It'd be interesting to find out. I wish there were some cows. Or horses or something."

Teri looked up. "Hopefully they put them inside at night. How come the moon isn't red? Or gigantic? I mean, I guess it's a little bigger? Maybe? But it's just a full moon. That's a little disappointing. I'm sorry. I hoped for some huge dramatic red full moon."

Heather shrugged. "Aw, I don't care. I'm glad I came anyway. You're crazy but I love you and I probably would've found a way to come along anyway. You'd be lost out here by yourself. Or broke in a day. Don't tell yourself but, you're right. This was worth it."

Teri smiled, leaning gently against her friend. They both sat beneath the open sky, watching as the moon was swallowed by the rolling dark clouds. Trees far in the distance swished and swayed against the increasing wind.

"How far away is the next village?" Teri asked. "I can't see any lights."

"A ways," Heather answered. "I think Elena said it's an hour's drive. Something like that. I-" A single drop of rain fell against the woman's air. She wiped it with a finger. Another fat raindrop hit her shoulder. "Aw, hell."

Thunder rumbled in the distance but, before it finished, lightning forked down just beyond the forest. Another, louder peal followed. More raindrops fell from the edge of the oncoming storm.

"Should we head back? We're gonna get soaked," Teri complained.

"I think, hey, yeah, look. That next hill has a big ass rock. We can hide under it until it passes. I didn't want to sleep tonight anyway. Let's go, Master."

"Noooooo. You're supposed to say it right. And I'm supposed to have the kinky leash!"

Heather stood and walked away without another word. Teri struggled to stand and the followed. Rain began to fall in waving lines as the storm moved over them. The two women ran the rest of the distance until they were under the huge rock topping the hill. The dark gray stone jutted out of the hill like a giant's overgrown fingernail and a small tunnel lead into the hill itself. Teri stared into it.

"No," Heather said, reading her friend's mind.

"What if there's treasure?" Teri asked.

"Or wolves. Or spiders. Or snakes. No. Hell no. I'm not going in there."

"What if the Ark of the Covenant is in there? Or, oohh! The Holy Grail! Isn't it supposed to be in Europe? What if this leads to some knight's tomb and the Grail is clasped in his old, dead hands?"

"Teri," Heather said with a sigh. "These people have lived here forever. You know how kids and-" Heather glanced over at Teri. "Some adult kids are like. Every square inch of this area has to have been explored. I hate to burst your bubble but unless you have an excavator or your last name is Jones, probably the most exciting thing we're going to find is a pretty rock."

Teri sat quietly for a moment. "Well. I like pretty rocks."

The rain hammered the stone above them. Both women pulled their coats closer as the wind picked up, howling around the rock and throwing rain nearly sideways at them.

"Maybe," Heather said, her teeth chattering against the harsh, cold wind and rain. "Maybe just a little further in is okay."

"Yeah," Teri said. "Now I bet you wish you weren't such a Mayfair stripper pole now, do you? Still, yeah, the rain's a bit much." Teri followed Heather as she stepped deeper into the small cave beneath the stone.





Hunter's Moon



"Well, not stupid," Heather said. "Overly enthusiastic fangirl with a hard-on for vampires, maybe. Still, I totally thought I'd have to find it and hide it from you. So, thank you."

"Yeah," Teri grinned. "You owe me."

"I'll go pay if you'll get our stuff. Deal?"

"Deal," Teri said brightly.

Heather stood from the table. Every single conversation ended as she stood. The young woman looked at the other end of the room but everyone seemed focus on their food. She rolled her shoulders and made her way to Elena. 

"Hello again," Heather said. "I'm here to- are you all right?"

Elena's smiled faded as Heather approached and something like fear hid behind her eyes. "What? Oh, yes. Yes, I'm fine. Just a bit under the weather at the moment. I'll take your card."

The older woman's hand trembled as she held it out. Heather gave her the Visa card and watched as the older woman fumbled trying to run it. It took four times until Elena was able to slide the card through the reader next to her outdated computer. She laughed nervously at herself and handed the card back.

"Are you both well this morning?" the older woman asked. Her eyes darted around the room. "You slept in late this morning, I noticed."

"Yes," Heather said slowly. "Just tired. Still tired. Are you sure everything is okay?" She could hear and feel her heart thrumming through her forehead. Slowly and surely it beat. The sound was almost distracting.

"Hmm?" The old woman had taken two steps back while they talked. "I'm fine, dear. I hope you both enjoyed your stay. Please don't forget to leave a good review for us when you make it back to the States."

"Sure," Heather said. She heard a thump behind her and turned to see Teri struggling with their suitcases. 

"I'll call Mikhail for you. Your friend spoke to him earlier and he's agreed to give you both a ride. He's a very nice man and you'll be safe with him."

"Thank you again," Heather said. "For everything. Take care, Elena."

The older woman smiled absently and quickly stepped away. She held her right hand tightly in her left but both shook noticeably. Heather frowned before turning to help Teri. Beneath her coat and between her shoulder blades, fine red hairs sprouted in a faint line up to her neck and grew even more faintly across her shoulders. Her ears twitched and swiveled minutely.

"... who ... that..." someone whispered directly in her ear. Heather turned quickly, sure that someone was standing at her side. Her heart leaped in her chest. The thrumming increased and, mixed in with the sound were fragments of whispered words, too low to make out.

"Ready?" Teri asked loudly.

"Y- yeah," Heather answered. "Let's go."





Hunter's Moon



She'd thought she'd felt power earlier at the castle but, now, drinking the man's lifeblood, she realized how wrong she'd been. It was impossible to quantify. She felt as if she could do anything she wanted. That nothing could stop her. The world was small and pitiful and, she alone sat at the top.

Along with the rush of power, she realized what the forces were earlier. A massive colony of bats was the large force pulling at her outside of the castle. She saw them through their own eyes. Flashes of shapes as their cries echoed in the air. Beyond that, several smaller colonies of bats and packs of rats tugged at her. Heather exerted the smallest part of her will and the colonies surged forth in a frenzy, feeding off of her blood thirst. Hunt, she told them. 

Heather lifted her bloody muzzle, deep black eyes surveying the nearby forest. She grabbed the corpse, easily lifting him one-handed. A few minutes later, animals crashed through the forest, wild with fear. 





Hunter's Moon



Teri blushed. She looked down at her toes while red crept up along the sides of her ears. "It's all I have. There's already too much pain in the world, Heather. If all I can do is make people smile then that's what I'll do."

"I," Heather hesitated. She wanted to tell Teri to wait at the inn while she looked for the man but she worried about her. Alone in the chaos she caused. 

Go, she told the waiting rats. Find him. She guided her small army through the forest.

"Heather?" Teri asked.

Here. Here. Here. Here. Here, they told her. Heather couldn't remember burying the man but he was not as she left him. A small pile of dirt marked his grave. She briefly considered having them dig but if they weren't fast enough or strong enough to stop him, what would happen?

"We have to go," Heather told her friend. "I have to find the man from last night. I can feel his hunger and he's not even awake yet."

"How?"

Heather dressed herself quickly, tugging and pulling at her jeans. She was larger but, thankfully, not too big for her old clothes. The claws at the tips of her toes wrecked her socks and her shoes refused to fit. She hadn't realized but, in addition to the claws, her feet were wider and her soles were tough and leathery. Her toes also seemed longer and she was pretty sure there was an extra joint on every single one of them. They curled in in a faintly obscene way when she flexed them.

"Like this," Heather said finally. Her nipples pressed against her thin white top. The shirt did little to hide the swells of her larger breasts.

"Umm. Ummm," Teri said, blushing again. "Maybe a jacket, too?"

Heather blinked. "Right. I, uhh, don't feel the cold much anymore. I'm going to go without. It doesn't really matter."

"Well, now I am jealous. That's super handy. Won't people notice? The fangs... they're kinda... and your ears..."

"Watch."

The two women left their room. The hallway was empty but Heather could hear people talking on the ground floor. Teri followed behind her nervously as they made their way downstairs. As soon as Heather stepped into the open, the conversations stopped. Every single face was turned to her.

"Heather!" Teri hissed. "They're staring at you!"

"I know," Heather answered. "Look at their faces."

Everyone from small children to grandparents were devoid of expression. Nobody moved. Nobody spoke. They breathed almost as one, steady and even.

"Are you- are you doing that to them?" Teri asked. Heather felt a sense of awe coming through their connection.

"Not on purpose. Let's go. We have to hurry."

The faces turned to follow them as they passed and, exiting the inn, they found the same thing outside. Everyone within eyesight tracked their movements silently. 

"Holy crap. Holy crap. That's... that's... hey, how come I'm not doing the same thing?" Teri asked, ever curious.

"I think maybe because of what happened to you. What I did to you. You were caught by it yesterday. The effect of it." Heather led her friend through the town towards the forest. She began to walk more quickly as the dead man stirred in his deep grave.

"Whoa, seriously? I don't remember... oh. Ohhhhh, okay. That's nifty. But creepy. But ultimately nifty." They walked in silence for a while, deeper and deeper into the nearby forest. "Wait. Wait. Heather, oh my god, am I going to grow fangs?"

Heather turned to look at her friend. "No?" she answered, unsure of herself. "I don't know. I don't think so. Do you feel any different? Any urges or things pulling at you?" In her mind, she spoke to the rats. Go, hide yourself.

"No," Teri said with a frown. "Just you. Kind of. I'm not going to lie; I'm a little disappointed. What do you think it'd take to-"

"Shh!" Heather whispered, her hand low to the ground. "We're here."

"Where? I don't- Oh, shit."

A small pile of dirt lay in a clearing ringed by trees. As they watched, the dirt shifted and moved. More dirt pushed up and out of the ground. A single gray hand reached through the mound. Teri hid herself behind Heather as a second hand pushed through. Thousands of small eyes joined with the two women to watch the dead man pull himself from the ground. 

Dirt clung to the man's lanky, matted hair. Bones protruded from his face and through the holes in his clothes. His eyes were milky white and but they swiveled as he looked around. Sharp fangs jutted from under his top lips.

Heather could feel the man's rage. And his hunger. It consumed him, leaving nothing behind. 

The fur along Heather's back began to thicken and spread as her body responded to the creature in front of her. Her creature. Small bones popped in her jaw and at the base of her spine.

The dead man screamed as he freed himself completely. He turned to face Heather. He'd known she was there. He could feel her nearly as well as she felt him. The man crouched and ran. Dirt and leaves shot up behind him at his incredible sprint. Long ropes of drool slid from his fangs to his lips as he charged, arms held wide.

Heather lowered herself while her body changed. Her face cracked, pushing out into a flat-nosed snout as red fur raced up and over to cover her head. Claws pushed through her fingertips as her tail pushed at her pants and shirt. A line of skin grew from her arms and down her sides, black and thick. The young woman's shirt tore as she changed, falling to the ground to expose her wings and thick fur.

Teri stepped between the two, mere seconds before the man reached Heather. Teri's arms shot out lightning quick and she shoved. As quick as the young woman was, the man was faster; he gripped her wrists and pulled. The two crashed to the side, slamming against a huge old tree. The man howled, clawing and snapping at Teri but the young woman held her own until the man's hands raked down her chest. She screamed but latched onto the man's wrist. Her arms trembled as she fought to contain the immense strength of the vampire above her. Slowly, the insane creature's hands reached closer and closer to Teri's chest.

"STOP!" Heather screamed. 

Although her face was reshaped into a bat-like snout, the words were clear and loud and mixed with undeniable command. Her long, curved ears picked up the tiny angry shrieks of bats as they flew into a rage, racing toward her to offer their support. Thousands and thousands of rats surged from between the trees, only stopping for further commands from their mistress.

The male immediately dropped to his knees with his head bowed and his body bent, cowering before her. Teri rolled to the side with one knee bent. Her shirt was in ruins and her bra hung between her bloody breasts. Four livid lines of red split her skin and she winced, holding her hand against the raw, open wounds.

Insane hunger burned through the link between Heather and the vampire. Her command was the only thing holding him in place. The male threw every ounce of his willpower against her and she could feel each useless effort. The smell of blood permeated the air but Heather's pure, black eyes focused on the male. She screamed again and the sky became pitch black, the moon and stars hidden behind a cloud of swirling bats.

Heather took a step and found herself instantly standing directly in front of the vampire. He trembled in front of her, words pouring from his mouth as he perhaps begged for his life. Anger and rage and hate burned through Heather. Her deadly claws ripped the man's head from his shoulders in one quick, savage motion. She lost herself in her bloodlust as she tore the man apart. Only when she burst his gray, shriveled heart did the dull light at the back of her mind blink out of existence. Heather screeched triumphantly and her eyes locked on Teri.

Teri held a bloody hand to her mouth. Horror and relief flooded into Heather from the other woman. 

"This!" Heather screamed. "This is who I am! Now tell me the world makes sense. Now tell me it'll all be okay!"

"It'll... It'll be..."

"LIAR!" Heather screamed. Her red furred muzzle was wide, black lips pulled back to expose her fangs. "I can smell your blood! Even now... even now all I want is to take it all from you. It's taking everything I have not to drain you like I drained HIM! You have no idea. NO idea!"

Tears fell from Teri's eyes but, despite it, Heather felt her resolve. Teri stood and pulled at her shirt, easily tearing the rest of it away from her. She stood exposed and bloody in front of her friend. Her new strength and speed weren't her only gifts as the marks on her chest had begun to slowly heal. The young woman's huge breasts hung low on her wide, curvy frame.

"I trust you," Teri began. "I-"

"You shouldn't!" Heather screamed.

"I do. I trust you," Teri said. "I... take it. I trust you not to kill me. If you didn't before, you won't now. I trust you."

Heather raised her clawed, furred arms wide, thick black wings spread. She screamed her frustration and anger and fears. The bats overhead fled from her and the rats followed, terrified at their mistress's rage.

Teri took a step towards her friend.

"Don't!" Heather warned.

Teri took another step.

"Stop!" Heather commanded.

Teri grunted, grimacing through the sudden urge to stop moving. She slowly forced herself another step forward. 

"Please," Heather begged. "Please don't."

Teri stood in front of her friend. Heather fell to her knees. The smell of Teri's blood was overwhelming. She could feel the woman's heartbeat without touching her. The part of her that was still human wept as her claws dug into Teri's hips. She leaned forward and her black lips brushed against the other woman's wounds. Heather closed her eyes and her long, thin tongue reached out to lap at her friend's blood. 

"Oh," Teri groaned. "Oh. That's. Oh."

Heather's claws dug further into Teri's skin, holding her tightly as she cleaned the blood from Teri's stomach. Teri reached out, gripping the thick tuft of fur along Heather's neck. 

"That's. Should it. Feel like that?" Teri moaned. Her hips worked in a small, slow circle as Heather cleaned her.

The bright point of light in Heather's head flared. Pleasure. Overwhelming pleasure. And trust. And love. Heather almost lost herself as her tongue licked slowly along the healing cuts in Teri's chest. Teri hissed above her friend, strong hands pulling almost painfully against Heather's fur. 

"Yes," Teri sighed. "Oh. Yes." Her small, pink nipples stirred and hardened. Biting her lip, she fought the rising lust burning within her. Heather is my friend, she told herself. "F- fuck."

Heather stopped. Her friend's blood sang through her body and she wanted more. It wasn't enough. It could never be enough. But, the bond forged earlier saved them both.

"It's enough," Heather gasped. "Enough."

"Oh. Are- are you sure?" Teri stuttered. "It was... I... It's..."

Heather pushed herself away. Her long tongue made a quick circuit around her muzzle. Teri's wounds were already half closed and no scar was left behind. Unlike earlier, when Heather fed from her, the young woman's bleeding stopped as soon as Heather finished cleaning her. 

"I-" Teri tried to say. The young woman sat heavily and then lay down. "Holy shit. Holy shit, Heather. I... I almost..."

Heather leaned back with her eyes closed. She had to adjust herself to make her tail more comfortable but, eventually, she found a good position. Her thirst was nowhere near sated but, unlike the night before, she found she could ignore it. She felt at peace, almost. The forest was utterly silent. No large animals remained anywhere near her and her own creatures had left, giving her the space she needed. 

Teri touched her chest lightly. "Whoa," she panted. "I'm a superhero. Look. Look at me. Healing factor. And. And I was strong! And fast. And. Holy shit. Hooooly Shiiiiit. I was like, bam! I'll be good in a minute. Just need to lay here. Oh. Hey. I guess I can see pretty good in the dark now, too. That leaf looks like Abraham Lincoln smoking a crack pipe."

While her friend rested, Heather ripped her jeans from her body. Her heavy, larger breasts lay against her chest but were now little more than curves under her heavily furred body. Even her sex was covered. The fur above her mound was darker, brown and black mixing with the tuft of red. She felt ashamed at the way she felt instead. At the way her nerves stood on end deep within her body. At how excited and turned on she felt. Teri was her friend but the experience had been highly erotic. Still, she wondered. Why wear clothes at all when I'm like this?

Eventually, Teri pushed herself up. She looked at her friend. Heather braced herself for the loathing she was sure she'd feel through their bond but, instead, found her friend's familiar curiosity. 

"Does that hurt?" Teri asked.

"No," Heather answered. "I think it takes a lot to hurt me. It just feels different."

"Yeah. It looks different. But still, a bit. A lady bat. Oh. Oh my gosh. Oh my gosh. Can you fly?"

Heather nodded. "I did last night. It's-"

"Can you take me flying?!" Teri blurted out.

Heather's wide, black lips curled into a mockery of a smile. "Maybe. I can't hold you and the wings are attached to my sides so I don't know how you'd hold onto me. But, I'm sure you'll figure something out." 

"Oh my god, please? Please can we try?" Teri begged.

"No," Heather said. She stood, brushing sticks and dirt from her fur as best as she could. "I need to see something. Will you come with me?"

Teri stood. Her chest was whole and unmarked. Heather looked away, both out of respect for her friend's naked body and because the memory of what she'd done came back to her in vivid detail. Her mouth watered at the thought of it. Between her thighs, muscles relaxed and tightened, rubbing wetly against each other. Heather grit her teeth, fangs grinding against her lesser teeth.

"Will I need a shirt wherever we're going?" Teri asked. "I shouldn't have ripped it. Lost in the moment, I guess?" She glanced down at herself and blushed. "It's, umm, a bit cold out. That's all."

"No, you won't need one," Heather said. "Nobody would notice. Not while I'm there."

"Oh?" Teri said sweetly. "Your figure fills out finally and suddenly you're the bees knees and think you're prettier than me? Psh. You're just a jumped up hussy. My boobies are-"

Heather stepped to her friend, wrapping her in her leathery wings.

"H- hey," Teri complained weakly. "Oh. You're warm." The young woman slid her arms around her friend's waist. Heather looked down briefly as Teri pressed her face happily between Heather's furry breasts.

Turning slightly, Heather faced the unseen castle. She closed her eyes, remembering what the castle looked like. She pulled details from her mind until they were as clear as the forest around her. Heather stepped through the darkness, emerging on the ground floor of the castle. She spread her arms, uncovering her friend. Teri was smiling happily as she rubbed her cheek lightly against her friend's soft chest.

"Um," Heather said.

"What?" Teri said, blinking. "Oh. Oh! Whoa! How... how did you do that?"

"I did it automatically earlier. I thought I would try it again. I guess it wasn't a fluke. I," Heather blushed. "I walked through the shadows I think."

"Oh. Em. Gee! Heather. Heather, that's amazing. That's- What's that thing? There's something here."

"I know," Heather replied. "That's why I came. You can feel it, too?"

"A little. It feels heavy. Oh! Like, standing in a big bathtub and feeling the draining water suck at you. Against your body. Kind of like that. Pull-y, suction-y kind of thing."

Heather tried cocking her eyebrow in her new form. Failing, she instead crossed her arms against her chest and her wings draped around her, covering her from the waist down. 

"Is... is that your skeptical look?" Teri asked. "Should I get used to it? It's kind of hard to tell. Are you doing something with your eyes?"

"I'm... no, not skeptical. It's my, uhh, 'where the hell do you come up with these things' look." 

"Ohhh, that look," Teri said. "I see it now. It's different than your normal 'What the hell, Teri' look."

"It just feels like gravity to me. Like the center of gravity is off."

"Well, you would say that. Gravity. I don't think you've ever had a romantic bone in your body. And that's why you're always single. Men don't want gravity, Heather. They want pull-y, suck-y things."

"They-?"

Teri laughed loudly suddenly. "Oh my god. They actually do want pull-y suck-y things. You know, with the-" Teri pressed her tongue against the inside of her cheek over and over while jerking her hand back and forth in front of her mouth.

"Yeah. Yeah, I got it, Teri."

"Blowjobs. I'm talking about blowjobs, Heather. Poetic blowjobs. Not science blowjobs."

Heather sighed. "I'm a vampire ... thing... maybe... or something. I don't even know. And you're... not exactly human? I don't know what you are, either. And we're sitting in the middle of Dracula's-"

"Not actually Dracula's castle," Teri interrupted. "He was barely here."

"Dracula's castle," Heather continued. Her short, wide red tail twitched in irritation. "There's something potentially terrible in the castle's basement and you're making jokes about blowjobs."

"And turning myself on a little, too." Teri grinned. "Mark had the best tasting-"

"All right!" Heather said. Despite everything, she found herself blushing. "Come here. I don't think there's an easy way down."

Teri squealed and immediately pressed herself against her friend. "Gosh, you're just so soft."

"Just... Can you not... Augh. Leave my breasts out of it, all right?" Heather wrapper her arms around her friend. She had no images of where she wanted to go but whatever was pulling at her provided enough for her power to work. The young woman blinked and immediately found herself in a massive underground cavern.

Centered in the middle of the area was a gigantic black form. Heather released Teri and dropped to all fours, her arms and wings spread wide. Her small, stubby tail raised and she bared her fangs, hissing as her pitch black eyes shined. Teri kicked herself back, screaming as she caught sight of the figure standing before them.

He, for he certainly was male, had to be over thirty feet tall. Pure white chains, each link as big as a car held his arms, legs and neck in place. The ragged, hacked remains of what could only have been gigantic bat wings slowly worked back and forth. He growled, baring four fangs as his biceps strained against the chains holding him in place.

So, the figure said. His voice thundered through their minds. 

"Oh god, Heather!" Teri said, shielding her eyes. "What is that thing? I can't... I can't even look at it!"

Heather's claws anchored her to the stone floor. Slowly, she relaxed and glanced at her friend. Her own behavior and posture had been automatic. Ever since she'd changed, she'd thought she was invincible. That nothing could stand against her. Now, faced with this creature, she knew how wrong she was.

I thought your kind long dead, he said, his eyes locked on Heather's prone form. My progeny.

"What do you-" Heather began.

Born of my blood. Have you come to free me or mock me, as your ancestor did?

Heather's ears ached from the creature's onslaught. Beside her, Teri leaned over and vomited loudly. The other woman pressed her face against her knees with the heel of her hands on her ears.

"Who?" Heather called out.

My Son, Aelius, and his creature, Vlad. Have you come as they did, Daughter?




Hunter's Moon Ch. 01



PART 1: HOME

PROLOGUE:

Its getting close to midnight now, the wolves have already gotten to the other girls in my apartment, I can hear their screams of pain slowly becoming howls of pleasure as they're made bitches of the wolves.

I don't know how long I have before they come after me, but my time here is short.

Whoever is reading this, you are the last hope for the human race, you must not submit to the seductions of the werewolves.

Then again, these journals may be the last record the human race ever has of life before the Wolfsbane Virus, and the worst part is, I was the one who started it all.

At the moment, I'm already infected, lying naked on my bed, my door locked, but that won't keep them held off for long.

I feel a burning in my pussy as if it begs to feel the cock of a male deep into it, and its infecting cum shot deep into me, making me a bitch of my own creation.

But maybe, I should start from the beginning.

CHAPTER 1: HOW IT BEGAN

Two weeks ago, I was a hopeful scientist at the biggest genetics company in the country, its my job to figure out new drugs to help people using genetic engineering.

My superior in the company, a middle-aged man named Dr. Michael Stevenson, I always thought he was handsome, but I never said anything because he was already married, but my pussy ached everytime I saw him. I always thought he might be interested in me, but he had never made any advances.

"So, how far are you on your latest project?" He asks me.

"Its almost done, I just need to test it on humans," I say, offering him a glass of water.

"Well, I'll contact the FDA," he says, sipping the water.

"I'll figure something out," I say, and he nods, walking away.

I smile lightly, looking at the empty vial in my hand.

If I had known what the virus would do, I wouldn't have ever slipped it into his water.

The virus in question would infuse the DNA of any living being with that of a wolf, it would increase their sex drive and allow them to live longer. I had tested it in various animals, and it worked fantasticaly, but I had never tried it in humans before. 

CHAPTER 2: INSEMINATION

About a week later, I had taken a day off to spend some time with my boyfriend. My two roomates, Mary and Selene where out for the day, and my boyfriend was comming over to watch a movie with me.

He was supposed to be here at 2 o'clock, but it is well after three when he finally arrives. I open the door, now Ricky, my boyfriend, had always been a little bit of a prude, always said we would only have sex after marrige, but we had yet to get married, so I was suprised to see him at my door completely naked, his cock standing at full erection, I smile, it had to be at least a foot long, and I usher him in.

"What happened to your clothes?" I ask him.

"I don't want to wear them anymore," he says, and gives me a smile. Then it occurs to me that I had seen a lot of people walking around naked today, but it never struck me as weird. "I want to, no, I need to fuck you, Katie."

"Alright then, come with me," I say, walking up to my room, watching Ricky follow me, I lie down on my bed, and move to strip off my clothes, but he places a hand on mine, and just rips them off, giving me a smile, I shrug, and slip off the ruined clothing, revealing my nicely shaven pussy and 34D breasts.

"Get on your hands and knees so I can take you like a bitch!" Ricky says, I smile, and turn around, getting on my hands and knees like a dog.

Now that I look back on this moment, I can't believe that I was so submissive to my boyfriend, who I thought was a devout christian. But now, I was on my hands and knees, about to be fucked by him doggy-style, I should've been suspicious of this from the beginning, but my mind told me no. I moan a little as I feel his cock pressing against my wet pussy, at that time I was still a virgin, still pure, but I knew that was all about to change, and I was happy.

I gasp as he pushes into my tight pussy with his huge cock, and in a swift moment, takes my cherry that's been in place ever since I was born. I let out a moan, feeling a little blood drip down my pussy as I feel him fuck me harder and harder, my breasts bouncing everytime his huge cock penetrates my tiny pussy.

Then, a strange feeling is felt in my pussy, it takes me a second to realize that his cock feels different, it reminded me of the time I had been dared to give the family dog a hand-job, a little rough around the edges, as he presses against my body, I feel fur growing from his pores, his hands that where on my back become stubs, and his fingernails grow out into sharp claws, jabbing into my soft skin.

He lets out a loud howl, and cums deep into my now stretched pussy, before removing himself from me, allowing me to turn around and get a good look at him.

His entire body is now covered in brown fur, his mouth and nose has melded together and pushed out to form a snout, his ears are now pointed, his hands and feet have become paws, and a long tail stretches out behind him. I watch his wolf cock stretching out in front of him, and he smiles at me while I look horrified. The beast that was once my boyfriend falls to all fours, and comes up to me, taking a long sniff of my pussy.

"I can smell it inside you, Katie," he says in a growl-like tone. "Your womb is filled with the cum of a werewolf, and soon it will spread, and you shall become a bitch in forever heat. Though, we should be thanking you, it was you that created the virus that made this happen, and what better way to thank you, than to make you one of us."

This isn't Ricky anymore, I realize, this is a werewolf that inhabited Ricky's body, and all because of my virus. Now I was infected too, and it would only be a matter of time before I became one of them.

"Get away from me," I gasp out, and the wolf just smiles.

"What, dont enjoy your own creation, mother," he grins, and begins licking at my pussy, I close my eyes, waiting for the transformation to overtake me, but it never comes.

There is a slamming of a door downstairs, and in a flash, Ricky is gone out the open window, but not before he bites me. I lie back in slight relief as Mary comes into the room.

"Katie, what happened here?" She asks me, I try to cover up my naked body, and then realize that Mary is naked too. "I just met with Selene, we're all in the same state, where you raped by a wolf?"

"No," I say. "It was Ricky, and I did it willingly," I finish up, and cry. What had I done? I wanted to help the human race, now I had probably condemned us all to being werewolves for eternity.

"Is everything alright, Kat?" Mary asks.

"Yes, everything is fine," I say.

CHAPTER 3: BACK TO WORK

The next day I went back to the lab, something had compeled me to get rid of all my clothes, and I saw that I wasn't the only one. Most of the town was parading around in the buff, I sometimes even saw couples in the middle of fucking on the side of the road, in public even though we all knew it was against the law, how many of these people where already infected I wondered, or where they just taking advantage of the situation.

When I got to work, I saw Dr. Stevenson in his office, he gives me a smile, and waves me off.

I take a seat at my table in the lab, and start trying to work on an antidote for the monster I created, but something was wrong, all the vials of virus where gone.

I get up, and see Dr. Stevenson standing behind me, I look him over, seeing his cock, not as big as Ricky's probably about 7 inches, but still it turned me on.

"Hmm, Katie, I need a status report on your project," he says, and I turn around.

"Well, my virus just went missing," I tell him, looking a little nervous.

"Well, that's too bad," he tells me. "After all, what a tragedy it would be for your miracle drug to get into the population."

"You did it," I say in realization. "You stole my virus and infected the population."

"I wouldn't have if you didn't infect me in the first place," Stevenson says. "And I think I should return the favor, its time for you to reap the benefits of your own creation, get on your hands and knees bitch!"

When he called me a bitch, it triggered something in my brain, so I nod and do as he says.

Instead of taking me in my pussy, like Ricky did, he forces his cock into my mouth. I begun to suck it, moaning as I realize that this might be it for me, I would become a bitch very, very soon. I suck harder, my tongue wrapping around his cock as I await the transformation to begin on my body.

But it dosen't come, at least not for me, the harder I suck, the more Dr. Stevenson changes, but this time I have a front-row seat to it. I begin gagging on his cock as he cums, and slides it out of his mouth, I watch as it changes, becomming more barbed, and I watch as his entire body becomes covered with fur, I get turned on a little by this. His mouth and nose form together and elongate to form a snout as his ears move up his head and become more dog-like. His tailbone elongates to form a tail, which wags a little as he looks at my body.

"Why didn't I..." I start.

"Transform?" He growls. "Bitches can only be transformed a week after infection, and by the smell of you, I'd say you where just infused yesterday."

I nod, and watch him walk away.

A part of me was actually looking forward to becomming a bitch, but the other part didn't like the thought. I groan as my pussy begins burning, wanting to be fucked, I didn't really care any more about gender, I just wanted to feel someone inside me.

I left my desk to go find someone else to fuck.

CHAPTER 4: LESBIAN LESSONS

For the next few days, I try to avoid everyone, trying not to trigger the bitch inside me that was wanting to be fucked.

Finally, on Friday evening, its all too much for me, I was at home at the time, and my pussy was burning in pain, wanting to be fucked by somebody, anybody. At that moment, the bitch in me takes over. I hear sounds comming from upstairs, and I walk up to the room that Mary and Selene shared, I knew that even before infection, they where both bisexual, they had occasionaly had sex together, and invited me, but I had always refused until now.

"Mary, Selene?" I ask, knocking on the door. Mary answers, her pussy dripping with cum, Selene is lying on the bed, fingering herself, I remember that they too are infected, but I can have sex with them without activating the transformation until tomorrow. "May I come and join you?" I ask, feeling my pussy getting wet.

"Sure," Mary says, and leads me in, Selene smiles and motions for me to lie down next to her.

"I knew that the feeling would get too much for you, Katie," Selene says. "And now you're ready to learn how to please a girl," she says, and sits up, rubbing my pussy lightly, she kneels down, and begins licking it, I let out a moan, feeling the girl's tongue on my pussy turned me on greatly. She begins to move her tongue in and out of my pussy, letting it move all around.

At the same time, Mary positions her own pussy over my mouth, and instinctively I begin licking and probing at her pussy, once I get my first taste of another girl's pussy, I immediately want more, and go faster, adding a finger at the same time, using my other hand to fondle my breast.

I let out a loud moan, unhindered by Mary's pussy as I cum, at the exact same moment Mary cums too, and I swallow it all up, lying back as the two girls smile at me.

"Well, since this might be your last chance to try it..." Selene says, and reaches under her bed and takes out a strap-on dildo. "Get on your hands and knees, bitch," she says forcefully, and I comply.

Up until midnight, we all fuck with each other lesbian style. At 11:55 we stop, wanting to save what was left of our humanity for men the next evening.

CHAPTER 5: BACK AT HOME

(continued from introduction)

My mind finally got control of myself again, and that is how I found myself in my room, locked away from the wolves outside wanting to make me their bitch.

When I first proposed this idea to the head of the company, I said that we have nothing to lose. Well, in the end we're gonna lose it all, our humanity, our lives, everything.

The iroic thing is, the virus did what I wanted it to do. The only thing was, it didn't do everything it should have.

I didn't understand what I was doing...

I'm afraid that will be etched on the tombstone of the entire fucking human race.

Now that I've written this journal, I am ready to give into my instincts.

Fuck this life, I'm ready to become their bitch.

-End Journal entry of June 22nd, 2007.

EPILOGE: BITCH IN HEAT

Katie shuts her journal, the burning in her pussy is now irresistable as she hears the howls comming from downstairs.

She unlocks and opens the door, and walks down the stairs into the living room, pushing back her long platinum blonde hair as she walks into the room.

Two male werewolves that Katie dosen't recognize are in the middle of fucking Mary and Selene. Katie watches the girls hold their heads back as they howl in pleasure, feeling the two males fucking them faster and faster as their bodies, already covered in fur, transform into full werewolf, I see their breasts actually growing a little bit larger, they're now the same size as mine, and nipples growing down their chests, showing their marks as bitches to the new order. They both howl as the males cum deep into them, and the two new bitches laugh in their wolfish way.

"We have company, Leon," Mary growls to the male that had been fucking her. The now recognizable Leon Stevenson, my boss' 19 year-old son turns to look at Katie, smiling and showing his long fangs.

"You're ready, I see," he says, and nods to his friend.

Out of the shadows steps Ricky, and then it hits her that they all want to fuck me at once.

Katie gets down on my hands and knees, as she had grown accustomed to over the last week, and Leon's friend moves under me, slipping his long cock into my pussy. Ricky forces his into her mouth, and I begin to suck it as Leon slips his into my ass without any lube, this was going to be painfull.

As the three male werewolves fuck Katie in all her holes, she finally feels the transformation overtaking me.

There is a burning that starts in her pussy, but then moves along every fiber of her body. All three of the men cum at the same time, filling up every hole, and they slide out of Katiee, moving over to Mary and Selena, where they proceed to fuck them a little more.

Katie on the other hand, begins to transform in a painful way. I stumble over to a mirror to watch as my hair becomes more sleek, and begins to sprout in every place on my body but my pussy, which grows slightly to fit the huge cock of a male werewolf, I feel myself fall to the ground as my bones adjust. My entire body is soon covered with silvery fur, my nose and mouth fuse together to form a snout, my tailbone elongates behind me to form a magnificent tail. My fingers shorten and become stubby, then my nails elongate to form claws, and my stomach swells, as nipples form along it.

She holds her head back and howl, expressing her new-found pleasure of being a werewolf. There is a sudden burning in Katie's pussy, and she knows that its time to hunt more converts, but first, she wanted to be fucked again, and Ricky happily obliges.

-TO BE CONTINUED- 



Hunter's Moon Ch. 01



Chapter One -- Discovery

Please be aware that the "Hunter's Moon" series of stories may involve minimal sex. I'm doing this as an experiment in writing. For those that are looking for strictly sex, this story is not for you, but keep reading if you wish. I would also like to mention that many of my ideas may come from other stories of varying media. So if you notice a similarity to another story it is usually by coincidence. So prepare to embark on the first chapter of "Hunter's Moon".

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Once every five-thousand six-hundred and ninety-six years the reflection of the moon shifts from the typical normal glow to a beaming aura of opalescent reds that turns the night sky red. This event is so rare that most people have never heard of it or even seen it however; to the ancient peoples of earth it was called the Hunter's Moon.

They believed this was an omen of changing times, others thought it to mean the end of the world. During the hunter's moon whole tribes have disappeared without a trace, sometimes entire civilizations. The exact nature of this event is greatly unknown.

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'This is boring' thought Kevin Taggart as he sat in his grade 12 history class. The teacher was talking about the ancient peoples of the world as if she knew all about them. Mysterious disappearances and discovered artifacts that only tell us they lived at one point of time.

The only reason Kevin came to this class, other than being a requirement to graduate was because his social teacher Mrs. Gregory was fairly attractive with medium blonde-brown hair, green eyes and stood at best guess near five feet seven inches with plenty of leg space, and she always wore clothing to show off her curves. To be honest most of the guys in the class made it the primary reason.

Another reason dealt with another of the classmates, a girl by the name of Leanna Pierce who was an absolute fanatic of history. No matter the weather outside she was always happy and chipper. Kevin thought that nobody should be that happy, but that didn't bother him too much. You see, Leanna is beautiful and smart with long brown hair, blue eyes and dressed in a conservative manner much unlike the bimbo's and wannabe bimbo's that seem to flock to this school but rarely have a brain between them all. She stood at nearly five feet nine inches and was not even close to being a blonde bimbo.

Kevin often thought about asking her out, but was too weak to take that first step. If you were to pass Kevin on the street or in the halls you'd think he was an average Joe, no bulging muscles like the football jocks or oversized glasses like the chess club geeks.

He didn't particularly like watching the jocks run up and down a field or the chess geeks move pieces on a board. He did however like role-playing games like D&D or GURPS, he enjoyed the odd anime show and liked to watch TV or play on his computer or console systems. He was also quite fascinated with the stars, not those ones in Hollywood but the ones beyond earth wishing one day he would get the chance to travel among them. 

All in all Kevin was six feet tall at about 190lbs with straight medium brown hair, green eyes and had a fairly conservative clothing style with minor current fad influences. He typically wore blue, green or black jeans and collared golf t-shirts. He was never one to follow the crowd and his grades were usually in the high numbers which proved something about his intelligence.

He lived mostly alone in a nearby medium-high end neighborhood. His parents were Archaeologists and were out and about around the world often which mostly explains why he dislikes hearing about ancient civilizations and peoples, since whenever his parents are home that's usually all he hears about. Every couple of days or so, his Aunt Janice stops by for some tea and socializing and, of course, to check up on him and see if he needed anything.

Just before the bell rang the teacher handed out weekend homework assignments due for the next class. He wrote it down and got out of his seat to leave. 'Today has been long for some reason' He thought tossing it aside as a Friday thing but something at the back of his mind was gnawing at him. He just shook his head, picked up his books and proceeded to the door.

Walking down the hall he heard a voice calling his name from behind him. It sounded familiar but he wasn't completely sure who it was. He slowed down a little and glanced over his shoulder noticing Leanna quickly moving towards him. His heart raced a little, and quickened as she approached.

"Kevin, Wait up!" Leanna said loud enough over the hallway chatter.

As she moved closer Kevin was surprised that she actually knew his name and that she was calling for him in the first place so he stopped and waited.

"You move pretty fast, one moment you were behind me while I was gathering my books and the next moment you're half-way down the hall." Leanna stated.

Unsure how to approach this situation he stumbled in his mind. "umm" he paused, "I was just walking like I normally do." He was still trying to figure her out. After she caught up he started walking slowly.

She stopped and he stopped as well. "To be honest I don't know what I'm doing, but here goes." She took a deep breath. "I was wondering if you wanted to go out tonight."

In a sit-com, this simple question would have made him stumble back a few feet and maybe fall over some conveniently placed prop. But instead he just stood there, frozen.

"Are you still with me in there?" She was beginning to blush. "Kevin?"

"I'm sorry, I must have blacked out there or something, because I thought I heard you ask me out, on a date, tonight." Kevin said confused.

"You heard right, now I'm just waiting for an answer."

"Sure, it would be an honor to go out with you tonight. Now the question is, when, where and am I picking you up?"

A sigh of relief left her mind and her color was returning to normal. She'd known for a while now that Kevin was interested in her, but he never could seem to ask her out. So she figured, if he wasn't going to do it then she would and hope for the best. "How about a movie at the theater for around eight?"

"Sure, how about I pick you up for 7:30 at your place."

"Sounds fine to me." Leanna wrote down her address and cell number on a scrap sheet of paper and handed it to him. "Try not to be late." She exclaimed with a smirk.

He took the paper and read the address. "7:30 it is."

She smiled at him and walked down the hallway to her locker. Kevin felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders. It's been months since he's wanted to ask her out. Now he was actually going out on a date with her. "Wow."

He walked towards his car in the Student parking lot and unlocked the door with the press of a button. The car was a birthday present on his 18th from his parents. It was a metallic blue 2011 Honda CR-Z Hybrid, not only were his parent's Archeologists but they valued the environment as well. The sound system was killer and it had a navigation system in it so that he could find his way almost anywhere.

He arrived at home shortly after, parked the car in the four car garage, grabbed his bags and walked into the kitchen, depositing his bags on a chair by the door. "Anyone home?" he spoke loudly not really expecting an answer. Waited a little while then continued into the kitchen. The message light was blinking on the phone. He pressed the play messages button.

"Heya Kev, it's mom and dad. We've stumbled across an amazing discovery that you will not believe." Spoke his mother's voice on the answering machine. "We sent a package to the house early this morning which will be delivered Saturday. There's a note along with it, we should be home in the next few days. Until then hun, we love you and hope you have a good weekend."

He wondered what was so amazing about this package that it was being delivered via Saturday courier. "I'm sure the note will explain it." He said to himself.

He flopped onto the couch and flipped on the 62 inch plasma TV system, flipping channels on the satellite until he found the news. He tried to keep up on current events but sometimes it was difficult. "... and in current news an archeologist site this afternoon had a fatal collapse near a central Brazilian village 7 people are confirmed dead and they are still trying to find the other twenty people of the expedition. No one knows for sure what caused the collapse but speculation spoke of possible traps. We'll have more on that story later..." 

Kevin's skin went deathly pale since that was where his parents were supposed to be digging. He didn't know what to do. Then it came to him, his parents usually leave contact information for him in case of an emergency. He jumped up and began looking for the information everywhere. His mind was in a flurry of desperation and worry. He knew it was supposed to be in the kitchen but he couldn't find it.

He ran up to his mom and dad's office and again looked everywhere. "Shit, where the hell is it?" He went back down to the kitchen to grab some water from the dispenser on the fridge took a few sips and stared at the fridge door, his mind wandering to what might have happened to his parents. Slowly his eyes glanced upward on the fridge and right in front of him was the info he so desperately looked for. Several numbers were on the sheet, all satellite phones.

He tried the first number. Beep beep beep "Shit its busy!" Next number rang on forever and he gave up. "Why the hell have a phone if you don't answer it! Fuck!" He tried the third number. "Please answer the goddamn phone!" it rang a few times then clicked "Thank you for calling Anna Layson, I'm not available at the time so if you would ....." He slammed the phone down getting very pissed off. "Two more numbers, deep breath, calm down."

He dialed the next number. "Hello, This is Andrew Samson." Said the voice on the other end.

"Hey Andrew, this is Kevin Taggart. I heard there was a collapse on the news." Kevin said in a worried tone.

"Taggart... Oh you're Dan and Denise's son."

"Yes, I was wondering if you heard any word from my parents, I heard 7 people lost their lives." He was trying to stay calm but his speech was fairly ragged and full of worry.

"I'm sorry to say that they were inside when it collapsed. We have yet to find their bodies but we have had no luck as of yet. They could still be alive, but it is doubtful."

Several tear's rolled down his face at the mention of the doubt. He took a deep breath. "Please, if you find anything out call me on my cell no matter what the time. I'd like to know." 

"I'm sorry once again, but as soon as we learn more we'll contact you."

"Thanks." He said and hung up slowly walking back towards the couch. 'don't break down, don't worry, everything will be alright, deep breaths' He thought to himself and suddenly broke down and cried for what seemed to be an eternity and fell asleep.

A few hours passed and he woke up, looked at the time and scrambled to get ready to pick Leanna up from home, he was a mess, his hair was matted clothing was smelly. 'This just wouldn't do' he thought and scrambled up to his room to grab a change of clothes and to take a shower. He picked out a dark blue casual pair of pants and t-shirt to match with collar.

Twenty minutes later he was ready for the date, even though his mind was split between excitement and depression he figured he'd do his best and if she asked what's wrong he'd tell her the story no matter what.

In ten minutes he was at her house and she was already out the door wearing a navy blue medium skirt with black shoes and a white blouse with a navy blue tie shirt over it. Being the gentleman type he parked, got out of the car and opened the door for her. 

"Well aren't you the gentleman." She smiled, stepped in and Kevin closed the door and walked back around to the driver's side.

"Well, I try." Kevin said and took the car to the theater, deep in thought.

Leanna observed Kevin, she picked up that he was preoccupied with something on his mind and wasn't sure if she should ask what's wrong. She figured it could wait until after the movie.

They parked at the theater and Kevin opened the door for Leanna as well. Kevin offered to pay and Leanna started to object but allowed him anyway. They agreed on a modern day drama and proceeded to Cinema 7.

"So," Leanna said nervously. "What do you do when you're not studying?"

"Not much, mostly I play video games and surf the web and watch TV on occasion and sometimes all at once." Kevin smiled in the dim light. "How about you?"

"Similar but I like to draw now and then, however I'm a sucky artist. My parents own a chain of hobby shops that deal with radio controlled models and drawing supplies. They hope I'll join the business after I leave school, but I'm not entirely sure." She paused. "So how about your parents, what do they do?"

Wrong question, he was just starting to ease up on the issue from earlier. 'Don't break down, not here, not now, deep breaths' he thought and this time it mostly worked. He didn't start bawling but tears were beginning to run down his face again.

Leanna noticed this and felt bad that she brought it up. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you upset."

Sniffing back the tears a bit he rubbed his eyes and looked at her. "It's okay, just got some bad news today that's affecting me." The light's dimmed further and the screen lit up. "I promise to tell you after the movie okay?"

"Sure." She said still sorta feeling bad about it.

The movie was a good one, it had a good balance of romance and action as well as a bit of comedy which helped lighten up both Kevin's and Leanna's mood. They waited until everyone was down the steps before getting up and depositing their trash in the bin.

They left the theater and went back to the car. Kevin opened the door for her again then turned it on.

"So, what happened?" Leanna asked.

Kevin knew this was coming and was ready for it this time, well, mostly. He explained what his parent's did and where they were and what happened earlier in the afternoon and that he thought they were dead but hoped otherwise, and about the package that was to come in and about how his parent's made some sort of huge discovery.

Leanna held his hand. "I'm here for you, and you can tell me anything."

Kevin was relaxed and knew in his heart that what she said was true. He thought this was going a little too fast however, but he was glad for the company in this time of crisis. He looked out the window and saw how full the moon was. "I was wondering if you wanted to go up to the hill?"

Leanna blushed. "So soon?"

Kevin looked at her confused and recalled the rumors about the hill. The whole school spoke in secret about it, how it was the place to make-out because it was surrounded by a thick ring of tall, dense trees. Other rumors suggested that it was special. Those rumors didn't go into great detail though which made him a little curious why they would call it special.

Now was Kevin's turn to blush. "No, not to make-out." He said. "Not yet anyway. It's just a great place to see the stars and moon."

"Oh, in the case, sure." Leanna smiled. "But don't try any funny stuff mister." She said sarcastically.

Kevin smiled and drove up to the hill. There were already several cars in the gravel lot many of which had steamed up windows, others that had nobody in them. Kevin drove far enough away from the steamed windows to give the occupants some privacy and parked. He popped the trunk release button and walked around to the back.

"Just for occasion I tend to leave a couple fully charged NightHawk LED flashlights and extra batteries in here, a couple blankets and sleeping bags as well as a small duffle with survival gear and a change of clothing, oh and a couple long beach towels." 

Leanna looked in the trunk amazed at his emergency supplies. "Is that all? You planning on hitching off planet some day?" she said.

He liked her attitude and smiled. "Maybe, ya never know what could to happen. I'm sure there's more stuff I should think about adding, but I can't think of anything."

She thought for a moment. "You could add some stuff for me eventually." She smiled.

"Add them yourself down the line; I don't know your sizes." He said and handed her a flashlight and a blanket.

She took them both. "Thanks and maybe I will."

They proceeded up the pathways through the trees hearing muffled moaning sounds from nearby, which was to be expected on a late Friday night. He smiled at the dirty thought and then shook his head. Leanna faintly noticed and smirked.

Moments later they were on top of the hill in the center of the tree ring. The moon was bright and relaxing in the clear night sky, it was a beautiful 24°C with warm winds slowly blowing. They laid out the blankets and lounged back staring up at the moon.

"So, what're your future plans?" Leanna asked.

"Not sure yet? I've always dreamed of traveling the stars but I can't see that happening anytime soon. Other then that I'll probably fall into my parent's line of work, even though their stories seem to drag on, it's exciting to them and I have to admit that I get somewhat excited too." He considered it for a bit, imagining himself as an archeologist. It made him smile for a moment. "How about you, I know you're not too interested in working the hobby shop business."

Leanna thought for a moment considering the question. "Well, I enjoy history and the mysteries around it. So I suppose I'd probably become a researcher or something, but you never do truly know. You're dream sounds exciting, and I would love to join you in the star traveling."

"It's a good dream, but we're so far from traveling the star's its sickening. If we didn't rely on oil so much I'm sure the dream would be closer to reality, but what can ya do? Heck we haven't even sent a manned mission to Mar's yet." Kevin said staring long at the moon, once again happy for the company.

"Maybe you're right, but one can at least dream about it. The moon is definitely beautiful tonight, and the star's shimmer so hypnotically."

"Ya, maybe in a few hundred years human kind will actually travel among them. Not just send probes and satellites out."

Both just stared at the night sky in communal silence, imagining what it would be like out there, between the stars.

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That ends this chapter, stay tuned for more...



Hunter's Moon Ch. 02



Chapter Two -- Phenomenon

Please be aware that the "Hunter's Moon" series of stories may involve minimal sex. I'm doing this as an experiment in writing. For those that are looking for strictly sex, this story is not for you, but keep reading if you wish. I would also like to mention that many of my ideas may come from other stories of varying media. So if you notice a similarity to another story it is usually by coincidence. So prepare to embark on the second chapter of "Hunter's Moon".

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A small blue green planet hovered in the great void connected to its yellow sun by invisible tethers. It was the second of twelve planets in this system. Around it three moons hovered and moved at different speeds on three different axes. Astrologer's below and in orbit eagerly awaited the lunar eclipse of the yellow sun. All speculating that such an event only happens once every five thousand or so years. Fanatics from all walks of life spoke of "end of days" and "apocalypse" no one knew for sure what was going to happen, if anything when the three moons and the sun align.

James Sauerbuk was sitting in his office sipping coffee at the Central Armuun Spaceport watching his twelve computer screens, seven of which were auto-flipping through the spaceports security feeds, two of the other five were locked on incoming and outgoing space traffic. One was focused on the outside of his office door while the other one was linked into the astrological mainframe. The Last one however was locked on the World News Network. He was most interested in this 'apocalypse' talk, not because he believed in it, he just found it funny.

Lynda Jayson walked up to Sauerbuk's door, buzzed, looked into the camera and waited to be let in. She was a tall brunette standing at nearly five feet ten inches with mid-back length flowing hair and pretty light brown eyes, she wore a brown tailored skirt and white blouse with a badge pinned to it stating her name. In here arm's she carried some file folders with a PDA resting on top of them.

James glanced at the door camera and pressed the open door button on his desk. As Lynda walked in he stood up. He was way better built then you would expect considering his job as spaceport administrator. He had short brown hair with light green eyes and stood at almost six feet four inches wearing black khakis and a blue and white collared golf shirt.

"Thanks for coming Mrs. Jayson. Please have a seat." James asked.

"Thank you." Lynda said and took a seat. "I have those manifests you requested from a few of the 'less-then-honest-looking-ships' and by the looks of them they appear to be clean for the most part so I pulled up some additional information from my off-world sources."

James looked at her in anticipation, perhaps a little too much. "Anything that I should know about?"

"Two of the ships have been involved in smuggling of contraband and other not so legal goods. They would be the 'Grek's Narsh' and the 'Dawn's Song' I also checked with the patrol and have been notified that those two particular ships are on a watch list."

"Put on the watch list and I only find out now? The dockhands seem to always know more. So what do you suggest we do about them?"

"Well they haven't done anything illegal yet that I have noticed and maybe they're just here for the festivities. But perhaps we should put the watch on them just to be safe." Lynda suggested.

James paused for a short while considering the idea. "Yeah, we'll do that. That's all we would need are people on the patrols watch list possibly causing trouble or profiting from the current chaos." He glanced over at the screens for a quick moment. "Should I know about anything else?"

Lynda looked down at her PDA and scrolled through it. "Nothing security can't handle, but there was a dispute between two groups of people. It's been handled thus far and we aren't expecting much else to go on. However we are keeping an eye on them while they are in the spaceport."

"Okay good, now let's talk about dinner? Where do you want to go tonight."

Lynda smirked for a moment. "Well I've been looking at that greek restaurant by 3rd and 9th"

"Good choice, I've heard excellent reviews from them. I'll make the reservations for, say, 21:00 because I'm sure none of us will be out of here before 20:00 since that big transport is coming in from Gellis Nine. It's going to be a busy around here with the event due to happen Sunday. I can't believe it's only Friday."

"So I'll see you for lunch at Jay'Cee's on the second level promenade?" Lynda asked.

"Yep, just have a few more things to do before then."

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Tayril Sykes walked around the spaceport picking up supplies and miscellaneous goods. She was an auburn haired beauty with blue eyes covered by a pair of egg shaped sunglasses. She walked with the grace of a cat and stood just less than five feet nine inches. She wore a long brown coat that covered most of her body to the lower part of her rear end. Below that her legs were covered by part of a slick black flight suit that clung tightly to her and retreated into her sealed combat boots.

She casually looked around as she walked. Something strange gnawed at the back of her neck that only meant one thing. Someone was watching her, and not just casual passer by's but that she picked up a tail of some sort. She focused on the feeling and casually looked around again, not appearing alarmed. As she glanced around her eyes caught a rookie member of the watch.

She knew this because if he was actually experienced he wouldn't have made that mistake so easily. If there was a rookie others would be around. She was nearing the food court area of the spaceport and decided that it would be easier to discover them if she herself sat down with some food. She also knew that if they had anything valid on her they would have most likely already arrested her.

She waited in line at Chibbi Chong's Pita's and was greeted by an attractive young lady with dark blonde hair with pink streaks throughout going lengthwise and dark blue eyes. She was kinda small at around five feet four inches and of average fitness. Her name was Kaeli according to the name tag. "What can I get for you?" Kaeli said sweetly.

Tayril smiled approvingly. "I'll have the Chongtastic traveler's pita"

"With rice or noodles?"

"Rice please and extra Caesar sauce"

"Would you like a drink and chips to go with that?"

"Yes please. Tayril replied.

"That'll be one-thousand sixty nine credits please" Kaeli said.

Tayril slipped her cred-chip into the reader and gave Kaeli a one-thousand credit tip.

Kaeli looked at the tip and at Tayril. "Thanks a lot."

"You're very welcome. The name's Tayril Sykes. If you need anything just burst me. I own the Dawn's Song." Tayril smiled and winked.

"I'll keep that in mind, thanks again." Kaeli said handing Tay's order to her.

Tay turned and walked to a table where she could observe her watchers and proceeded to eat. She knew that she hadn't done anything wrong lately, so she was safe, unless of course they would like to question her. 'Now that would be interesting, I wonder what they'd ask?'

She felt someone hovering closer to her, not really trying to be subtle. She sniffed the air and knew right then who was near, such an overuse of fine cologne. "You know, you should really lay off on that stuff Gaeril, it doesn't make you attractive."

"So I've been given away, again!" Gaeril said.

"Given away, hardly. Just lay off on the stuff or did you spill the bottle again?"

"Yep, I spilt the bottle, damn things are so small and flimsy for da cost of the stuff." The man named Gaeril sat down beside her. "So, any idea what these watchers have on you?"

"I'm sure they're getting more juicy stuff right now with you here. Why were you following me from Tyson II anyway?"

"Following, pffft. Why would I be follow'n you hun?" Gaeril asked.

"Oh no reason, just thought it was more then a coincidence. Unless you're one of these end of days fanatics." She looked him over.

Gaeril was a beaten man with scars on his rugged looking face, He wore baggy brown leather cargo pants and a leather hunters vest with several pockets over a black long sleeved shirt, at his side was a whip of a sort, she figured it was at least five feet, maybe more uncoiled. On his other side was a blaster pistol and beside his pistols were three knives. He was muscular and she had no doubt that he had more scars then the two on his face. He was the epitome of a smuggler, and one of those that give the rest of them a bad name.

"No I'm not one of dem nuts, but I did bring some a dem loons, they paid a fair price."

"Fair? With you? That doesn't seem likely, you sure you're not one of those nuts?" Tay said.

"You make me sound like a monster? Im'a fair man with fair prices. Besides which, this is no time to be bringing goods in, you get more in fares and it's honest work."

"True, so how much did they pay you?"

"About 100000 a head, the regular transports were full so they got a deal, amazing how much dem crazies are willin ta pay."

"That is a lot, especially from Tyson II. So why are you meeting with me?"

"No reason, felt like getting some lunch and noticed d'ose spooks den you. Put two together and it spells trouble and you know me and trouble." Gaeril said.

"Oh I remember your kind of trouble. How much did you get for that bauble again?"

"Not much really considerin, only about 2 billion creds."

"It was still a fair bit of change. Granted probably half of that went in to repairing your ship. Good times." Tay said.

"Maybe we should deal together again, like da good ol' days." 

"You never know what will happen after this event." Tay finished up her pita and wiped her face.

"True, but this event won't change the galaxy; it'll probably be some fancy lightwerks or somethin. But listenin to dem crazies makes ya wonder." 

"Don't tell me you're actually taking this talk serious."

"No, just saying it makes ya wonder. Maybe they are on ta something, but if they knew anything other den it's gonna be a nifty lightshow, seems a bit hyped up though."

"Must be?" Tay said. "I have a ship to get back to. Good luck with your tail."

"I haven't done anything wrong, yet! But thanks and good luck with yours." Gaeril said and got up from the seat and headed one way.

Tayril deposited her trash and walked the opposite way from Gaeril past the shops and people towards her ship. The watcher followed trying to be conspicuous, but she knew better.

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The rookie watch member was doing his job, trying to put his training to good use. He thought he was doing a decent job tailing the one called Tayril but as much as he kept his eyes on her and tried to stay as far back as the books told him to she just up and vanished from his sight. He looked around trying to pick her out of the crowd but it seemed no use. 'maybe she ducked into a shop when he blinked' the rookie watcher thought continuing down the promenade of the station hoping that he would be able to pick up the track again.

"Looking for someone?" a voice said behind him.

He turned his head slightly and looked straight into his target's eyes. "Umm, no, not at all just window shopping. Do I know you?"

"Surely they teach you to lie better than that. I think you need more training, personally." Tay said.

"I'm not sure what you mean? I think you have the wrong person."

"Oh come now, I know you've been following me ever since I got off my ship, you're so green that I think there's foliage growing on you." Tay smirked at the rookie. "I also bet this was you're first tail assignment, and honestly I think your supervisor is gonna give you a bad review."

Obviously his cover was blown and she seemed to know more about him then he thought he let on. 'ok, come clean I guess, she's dangerous right?' He looked at her surrendering to the obvious nature. "Ok, you got me, and yes this is my first tail, got any tips?"

"Well first off you blend into the crowd really bad, you dress like a watch member. Also you're too stiff, too serious looking. You need to relax, I'm sure you'll figure it out eventually." She smirked at him. "The name's Tayril, but I'm sure you already know that. Not sure why you're following me, granted I'm on the watch list all over the galaxy, maybe you guys think I'm gonna cause trouble. Usually it's you guys that start the trouble I just finish it." She released a beaming grin. "Sure you've probably seen what I can do when cornered. Don't fret, causing troubles not even on my mind. All I did was transport some people to this planet for this fancy lightshow that somehow is gonna change the galaxy."

"Umm, wow, you're good. Thanks for the tips I'm sure they'll come in handy. So, I guess I should tell you my name hmm?" The rookie said.

"Well usually that's how it goes, I tell you my name and you tell me yours." Tay smirked.

"Tim Faern's is the name. Nice to meet you?" He said questioningly.

Tay looked the poor fella up and down, his shaggy brown hair and slightly violet round eyes and his bad clothing choice for a tail assignment. He was fairly handsome in his own way. "So, you gonna keep following me?"

He looked at her, considering the options. "Well it is my job after all, I suppose I'll get a radio call saying I blew it in a little." He looked thoughtful. "How about this, you seem to be heading back to your ship or in that direction anyway, how about I just walk with ya? In a non-threatening manner that is."

Tay looked back at him. "You couldn't threaten me if you tried, but considering the alternatives it might not be a bad idea. But I'm not taking off yet, just checking in, might eat out later, I'm sure you'll be practicing your tailing techniques off shift." She smiled.

"Nah, I'll probably go home, watch the news and go to bed later. Gotta be up for second shift."

"You are so cute when you try to lie." Tay said.

They started walking towards the landing bays.

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That concludes this chapter, stay tuned for more...



Hunter's Moon: The Revelation



Veronica awoke in her bed she was warm and tingly as the cotton sheets caressed her naked flesh. She snuggled down deep enjoying the simple pleasure the covers gave her. A hand traveled to a breast and tweaked a nipple and further down to her belly and beyond to her bare sex. When her fingers brushed her lips without encountering any hair she stopped and startled she sat up and pulled the blankets down. Her pussy was bare as a newborn, where did the hair go? It felt nice, but she had no memory of shaving down there. Sure she trimmed but never more than what her bikini required. The chilly air in her room forced her back down under the covers once more. This wasn't the first time something odd happened and she had no recollection. Take the dance last night she remembered being dumped and then walking home in a huff but she couldn't recall for the life of her actually getting home. Oh well, since she was young these gaps had been occurring and nothing bad had ever happened. Her parents just figured she was the typical teenager, her heads in the clouds and her mind far away. She got comfortable again, closed her eyes and drifted back to the dream she was having. 

She sat atop her ebony throne, the Queen Bitch ruler of all she surveyed. Her servants adored and feared her for her 'power'. No man could resist her charms and no woman dare deny her the Queen's embrace. The court was assembled at her whim and the moon shone through the stain glass creating a living light on the floor. The musicians at her signal struck up a melody and the courtiers drifted together and the dance began. The brightly dressed nobles moved and glided through the steps as their ruler looked on from afar. She noticed a solitary figure shadowed in the doorway observing the proceedings with great interest. The Queen Bitch directed her guards to bring him forward so that she might see him better. As the moonlight fell on his face her breath was taken away, he was gorgeous! She was getting wet just seeing his muscular frame be led to the base of her throne, the way he rippled as he moved. She licked her lips and rose to greet this stranger to her court.

"Welcome stranger to my domain. How are you called?" He bowed low his gaze brazenly traveling over her flesh.

"I am Simon Magnus, mage and seer to the court of the High King of Ireland. At your service oh lovely one." She could feel herself grow warmer in his presence and his violet eyes were so striking against his long mane of raven hair. As if someone else was in control her hand snaked into his hair and gripped it firmly and she kissed him with a passion she had not felt in long years. He returned her kiss and he took her into his arms, pressing his hardness against her. Her breasts were smashed against his muscular chest and still there tongues dueled in each other's mouths. She broke contact and stepped out of his arms. Looking about at her shocked subjects she saw a lovely red head that would do just fine. She beckoned with a finger, come here and she could only obey. 

"What is thy bidding my Queen?" Her eyes were lowered with the proper respect while addressing her ruler. She turned on this mage and knocked him to the floor.

"Make him ready for me." Her voice was cold but held the anticipation of a good long ride. 

"Yes my Queen." Without hesitation she knelt before Simon and opened his leggings and freed the mage's wand. Her hands and lips ran over its surface making it harder by the moments. He was huge and the red head was having trouble getting all of it down her throat. But she lubricated it well so it would slide in nice and easy for her monarch. Simon simply looked down and watched the comely woman pleasure him for the Queen's amusement. When he looked up again other courtiers were helping her out of the skirts hampering her easy access to her sex. The Queen dismissed the woman and turning her back on Simon lowered herself onto his magic staff. She eased the head in and then dropped down impaling herself on the rest of the length. The court watched silent as statues as the Queen Bitch rode the stranger like one of her well trained mounts she hunted with. The only sound in the court was the Queen's breath coming harsher and harsher as the pleasure began to build towards its ultimate conclusion. Up and down her powerful hips drove mercilessly, like a machine performing one duty her sex enveloped and then released the hardness the stranger provided. The tide was rising as her voice began to whisper at first but soon it was a shout echoing for all to hear, one word.

"Yes, yes…yes!" Then the dark tide broke over her crashing and drowning her in the orgasmic pleasure of the pure perfect moment of bliss.

Veronica awoke with her fingers buried between her legs and her body in spasms. She blinked a few times and struggled to catch her breath after so intense a climax. 

"Wow, what a dream, so real!" Veronica got up and threw on her robe and decided she needed a snack after so powerful a workout. She made her way on tip toes slipping past her brothers room when she heard a noise, a voice. His door was closed and so she put her ear up against it to hear better. It was definitely a feminine voice and she was having as good a time as Veronica had just had in her dream. Whoever she was she was making cute little noises and she could now hear her brother's grunts of passion. She stood up to leave but part of her balked at leaving and not seeing what was going on. As in the dream her hand moved of its own volition and soon she was peeking in the crack of the open door. Her brother was strapped to the bed and our neighbor Cathy was riding him with abandon. The bed creaked under them and her look of bliss was evident as Veronica saw how thick her brother's dick was. He looked to be at least six inches long as well, thick and long what a wonderful thought. Ew! Screwing her brother was out of the question and she closed the door and went to grab that snack she hungered for. She raided the fridge and sat at the kitchen table eating her sandwich and drinking some milk when Cathy came sneaking down half dressed heading for the back door.

"Have fun?" The words were out of her mouth before she knew it. Cathy turned pale and knew she was in trouble. The fear and panic were more refreshing than the food she had.

"Please don't tell Brian," referring to her husband, "he wouldn't understand."

"What's in it for me?" Cold tendrils of a calculating plan were forming in her mind. Cathy's face screwed up in relief.

"Whatever you want. Anything, anything at all." Vivian mouthed the word 'anything'. 

"Go get dressed into something more, slutty and come back here in a half hour to pick me up, we are going out." She nodded and left without a word. Vivian walked up the steps and in her room retrieved the box in the back of her closet that had the clothes her parents never approved of. She dressed herself to capture and kill. Vivian was hungry for dick and would be satisfied. 

Cathy pulled up with the car's lights off Vivian got in and off they went.

"Where are we going?" Cathy asked. Vivian looked her over and was pleased at the red silk dress she wore; it was one of those Asian designs the clings to all the right places. 

"Are you wearing underwear?" Vivian asked ignoring her question.

"Of course I am," she lifted the dress to show a white t-bar, "I don't my pussy hanging out for everyone to see."

"Take it off." Cathy argued for a moment and then saw the look in the young woman's eyes. So she pulled over and parked then removed the t-bar and handed it to her passenger. "Better, now let's go clubbing, I hope you brought plenty of cash." They stopped by the ATM before making their way downtown to the clubs. It was shortly after midnight when they arrived at the Red Garter, an old-fashioned country western bar with a dance floor. Dressed as they were Cathy and Vivian stepped right through the ropes and into the bar. Vivian looked at the sea of humanity for the dick that was going to grace her pussy tonight. Then he emerged from the crowd all duded up in jeans, and cowboy hat. She leaned over and informed Cathy of her desire, Cathy could only nod and intercept the young man.

"Hey there, my friend wants to buy you a drink and watch while I suck your dick." He blinked a few times and then his arm slid around her waist as he led her to the bar. 

"I like your friend's style there sweetheart." He grabbed her ass as the bartender brought his drink. "You have a fine butt there too, how about we blow off your friend and fuck in my brand new truck."

"No I want to see her suck your dick before I fuck you." Vivian was standing next to him. He took one look at her and smiled from ear to ear.

"Well, hell little darling whatever you say. Shit I'll fuck both of you if you want."

"No, I want it just the way I laid it out, alright?" He nodded and sipped his beer; his other hand drifted to Vivian's ass and gave it a gentle squeeze. They left the bar ten minutes later the cowboy sandwiched between the two women. 

Vivian drove the truck while Cathy started working on him. No foreplay here she just unzipped him and pulled out his huge cock. Cathy eagerly lowered her head and started bobbing up and down on him. The cowboy just grunted every now and then as she lubricated his dick with her saliva. Vivian found a nice quiet spot in the business district to park and watch the show. She informed them she could see well, and demanded they move to the bed of the pickup. So with his dick hanging in the wind the cowboy climbed out and into the back with the two women right behind. Cathy knelt before him and how eerily it mirrored the dream; her hands and lips roaming over the impressive shaft of male flesh, teasing and pleasing it to an almost painful state. 

"I'm ready little filly, come on I'll get you off real good." Vivian scowled at him her gaze stopped him cold.

"No, I am going to fuck you, remember?" She hiked up her dress and facing away lowered her pussy onto him. Easing the head in and then dropped down feeling the full thickness and length fill her up. The cowboy lost his breath as her tightness enveloped him. 

"Damn!" He sat there while she did all the work; he lifted up her dress so he could watch her ass bob up and down. She knelt now and moved forward and backward uncaring as to his needs this was for her after all. His thick hardness rubbed her clit with nice long strokes stoking her fire to a blaze. Faster she moved and now he was thrusting against her as her orgasm neared with a speed and intensity that astounded her. She cried out as the last thrust pushed her over the edge he stopped as she knelt there quivering impaled to the hilt on him. The cowboy was close to coming himself and so was upset when she rose and smiled down at him. 

"Thanks for the fuck." His mouth dropped open.

"What about me?" Vivian looked at Cathy who rose to finish him off.

"Good girl. She'll get you off." Vivian returned to the cab to warm up, the evening was getting chilly. She watched through the rear view mirror as Cathy knelt with her ass high in the air and let him mount her. He wasn't gentle after the teasing Vivian had given him and slammed into her hard and furious. He was blaming her for setting the whole thing up and Vivian just sat back and watched with delight as Cathy took it like a champ for her. Was that a smile on her lips between gritted teeth as he pistoned in and out of her drenched pussy? She was apologizing even as he fucked her silly; it really was quite a sight watching her from the mirror being degraded because she got caught with a brother of a neighbor. He pulled out of her now and was working it back into her; she sat up in rapt fascination as he forced his swollen dick into her ass. Well now this was something extra special, Vivian got back out and watched him defile her anal cavity with his huge member. She had heard of anal sex but until now had never seen it. At that moment Veronica woke up to see her neighbor being ass fucked by a complete stranger and she seemed to be liking it. How had she got here and why did her pussy ache? Cathy closed her eyes and was furiously rubbing her clit as he moves in and out her slowly at first but then at breakneck speed. The cowboy's grunting got louder and louder until he bit back a scream and came inside of her hilted in her ass. Veronica was stunned into paralysis as she was forced to watch him pull out and force Cathy to clean him with her mouth. 

"Well now that was something, let me drop you two things back at your car." Whistling he zipped up and hopped out of the back and slid into the driver's seat. Cathy and Veronica joined him in the cab with Cathy sitting in the middle. Before too long they were standing back in front of the bar and the cowboy reentered the noisy push of bodies. Cathy looked at Veronica, "Is there anything else you need tonight?" Veronica shook her head, "good, I need to get home my ass is killing me." She was smiling as they made their way back to the car. She noticed the look on Veronica's face. "Hey are you ok?"

"No I am not…something is going on, I don't remember." Veronica was becoming hysterical. 

'Oh do shut up would you!' Vivian yelled from within. 'Don't be such a coward, I am here to protect you, nothing bad will ever happen while I am here.' The calming effect was almost instantaneous. Veronica understood now, all the blackouts all the strange desires and the loss of control. She smiled to herself as Vivian explained how she controls Cathy after they caught her fucking their brother. The whole plan was laid bare before her mind's eye and it was good. 

Cathy was looking at her, "Should I call someone?" The smile on Veronica's face was disturbing as she shook her head.

"That will not be necessary. Let's go home we have a busy week ahead of us." As she strolled back to the car she winced from time to time. "Shit my pussy hurts, I must have fucked a horse."