Chapter 13
Simon
She’s back the next day, and this time, she’s not alone.
“General, this is Simon Seek,” she says. “He’s the scientist responsible for the breakthrough who is currently withholding his work.”
The general is a man in his mid-fifties. Salt and pepper hair, chiseled features, hard eyes from years of making hard decisions. He looks like the sort of man who thinks mercy is a sauce. He’s wearing a civilian suit in rock gray. I suppose he’s conventionally attractive.
I notice a faint blush across Veronica’s nose and cheeks. She finds him attractive. He’s not wearing a wedding ring. Interesting.
“So you’re the genius,” he says.
Strong opener, I’ll give him that.
“I’m not going to share my tech with the military, sorry.”
“Don’t you love your country?”
“Oh, he’s stupid,” I coo. “Is this your pet soldier, Veronica?”
“Stop it,” Veronica hisses.
The general looks at me with the expression of a man who has spent his life breaking men.
“We’ll put you in a hole in the ground until you beg to come out.”
“Good idea. Break the brain of the man who has the thing you want… in his brain,” I say. “For your next trick, you could streamline all your airplanes by removing the wings. Veronica, this guy is a fucking clown. If this is who you’re dealing with, I feel sorry for us all.”
“He’s resistant,” she says. “But there are pressure points yet to be entirely exploited. There’s a woman still at large. If she can be captured, he can be forced to do whatever is asked of him.”
“You haven’t been able to track her down?”
“She’s escaped our teams, but I’m sure you have resources that will make her capture inevitable.”
“Absolutely,” he says. “One little girl against a team of crack hunters is not exactly a fair fight.”
Veronica wants me to lose control. I can feel the influence of the moon upon me, a steady pressure now.
It was coming in slow waves before, gentle washes of animal impulse that receded before anything too terrible could happen.
But now it is starting to feel more like rough waves and imperious commands.
I could tear the throats out of the both of them before either of them could do anything to stop it, and they have the nerve to stand in front of me, swaggering and bragging and threatening the only person I love in this world.
“Or we could leave her alone, and you could give us what we want. You’re making a simple thing very difficult,” Veronica lectures. “You don’t have to be a part of it once we have the formula. You just have to be willing to share.”
“I’m not willing to share a goddamn thing,” I growl. “Not my formula, and certainly not my woman.”
“You don’t have any choice.”
“There’s always a choice.” I want to sound calm, but my voice keeps emerging in a snarl. I need for them to leave me be. I have to calm myself, or the animal will break free and Veronica will have the proof I have been denying her.
All I have to do is maintain enough self-control not to turn into a huge beast in front of these two. How hard can that be?
A soft scuffing sound comes from the door they just came through. The guards have been sent home. Veronica doesn’t want them here with the general, I suppose. He’s probably officially not here. No witnesses, in other words.
I could kill and eat them both. I could leave the remnants of their bodies as a warning and disappear. I’d have to go into hiding, but that is going to have to happen anyway.
The scuffing sound draws nearer. It’s loud enough that all three of us look down as a little brown and white mouse comes around the corner pulling a small package with it.
It seems unaware of the fact that it is walking toward humans, which is odd for a mouse. I instantly suspect toxoplasmosis.
Veronica lets out a small shriek as she sees it, and the general moves to stamp on it, just as I try to save it. Neither one of us entirely succeed. He manages to stand on the end of its tail even as I cup it in my hands.
“Ow! You dick!”
The mouse curses out loud.
The general jumps back, looking shocked. Veronica’s eyes narrow and I see her start to shrink as the blonde hair on her head becomes a lot whiter and a lot fluffier, and oh, my… it’s happening.
In the next sixty seconds, a lot of things happen all at once.
Lydia appears, naked as the day is long, between the general and me.
She grabs the bag with one hand, and wraps her other arm over her breasts in an attempt at modesty that is doomed to fail.
Fortunately, her appearance is perhaps not the most stunning thing to happen.
Apparently just as triggered by lunar forces as I am, Veronica turns into a cat, leaping out of her clothes that collapse around her and reveal that she was wearing a pretty red lace bra and garter set.
The general lets out a disconcerted sound, but he plays no further part in the story.
Later on we will discover that his reporting back of all that he saw in this lab earned him a nice long sabbatical in a warm climate.
For now, however, the door is open.
The moon is full.
I take my wolf form.
* * *
Lydia
It’s not often that my plans go off without a hitch, but this is absolutely one of those times.
The moment Simon turns into a massive beast, I grab the thick mane at the back of his neck and swing myself up onto him.
There was always a small chance he’d eat me, but he doesn’t.
He escapes, just as I planned for him to.
It would be nice if I was wearing clothes, but the feeling of thick wolf fur beneath me is warming as Simon bounds through halls, slamming through doors, and eventually up and out into the world beyond.
It is nighttime, and nobody will ever believe any of the cameras that catch a naked woman riding a wolf through the business district.
Even the fact that the same images appear on all manner of cameras will be swept under the rug.
Nothing is real anymore, especially not things that are definitely real.
We flee to a place I’ve never been before, a small apartment on the outskirts of the city, amidst a few old tumbledown warehouse buildings left over from when they used to fabricate things here.
There he stops and indicates with a gentle shake that I should dismount.
I slide down from his massive body, instantly cooled as the night air wraps around me.
I feel a thousand different things all at once.
I know now what it is like to be small and agile, to be irrelevant to the bigger world, and to try to survive while everything tries to kill me. Being a prey animal is no joke.
Simon grunts and growls and it seems to take great effort for him to shake off the wolf.
He does not manage to do it entirely. His body is upright and human, two legs, two arms, a head.
But that is about where the comparison stops.
His head is still wolf-like, his hands and feet still furred and clawed, his abdomen is muscularly human, but it is furred.
And his cock… that is as erect as I have ever seen it.
He pounces on me, taking me to the ground, his powerful thighs spreading my legs as the head of that huge monster cock seeks the soft aperture of my sex. He finds it unerringly, taking me in one rough thrust that is followed by dozens more.
I am ravaged by the beast I have freed, my pussy soaked with desire for him, my walls gripping him tightly as he fucks me, pounding me against the hard ground until he decides to change positions, turning me over and onto my hands and knees so he can claim me more like the animal I am.
The sounds I make echo through the night air, gasps and squeaks and squeals.
I feel his jaws close over the back of my neck, teeth sinking in just enough to hold me in place for my fucking, and the little soft creature now resident inside me melts and surrenders in a way I have never been able to before.
Nothing matters besides being consumed by him, used by him.
I know that there is no protection from him inside me, no little medical device that can stop his seed from taking root in my womb.
I am being bred forcefully and primally, and I know that this will happen time and time again until I swell with his pup.
* * *
Simon
Mine.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
There are few other thoughts in my head besides the ones necessary for the total and complete domination of my sweet mate’s tender little cunt.
I am not entirely human in this moment. But I am not animal either.
I am the apex of the two forces, capable of following my instincts with unerring intensity.
She is soaked for me, her pussy releasing lubricating juices that will help my seed swim deep inside her. She is going to be bred tonight; under this full moon she is going to become the mother of my offspring. I will have it no other way.
What an adorably soft round ass she has. All the better to spank and turn bright red in between these harsh rutting thrusts that push the head of my cock all the way inside her. I will be delivering my cum right to her womb, and I will knot and it will stay there.
I like the little yelps of pain she makes when I punish her.
I love the way she feels squeezing and milking my cock.
She wants this as much as I do. She came all the way to the most dangerous of places to retrieve me so this could happen.
My filthy little mate deserves a good, hard breeding as reward.
And that is precisely what she gets.
I cover her body with mine, push her down prone, and pound her pussy until I can hold back no longer.
My cock sinks all the way to her cervix as my knot swells, and I know she is coming because of the way she cannot help but writhe beneath me, her clit grinding into the ground below as she takes her pleasure from being spread wide and filled with seed.
I hold her close in that animally intimate embrace, and together, we sleep until morning.
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Lydia