Revenge Under The Moonlight
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Under the Moonlight
By Wolverine
James' large pickup truck plowed through the old woman crossing the rural
highway they were heading down. James' and Turner's screams awakened Preston,
who was in the back seat of the truck. Preston joined their scream symphony as
the truck swerved to the side of the road. James parked the truck, and shut it
down. The three young men sat their, panicked and panting in the silent
darkness. A loud moan came from the old woman's direction and James bit his
lower lip to keep from screaming out loud. His left hand shakily opened the
driver side door and he climbed out. Turner followed suit, leaving Preston
panicked in the back of a truck with no clue of what happened.
"Did you kill her?" The light haired Turner asked. James shook his head as they
snuck closer to the moaning woman.
"Doesn't sound like it dumbass. But she sure doesn't sound too happy. Stop,"
James, the dark haird one, said as he stopped Turner. He turned Turner to face
him and looked him in the eye. "If she's beyond help, we put her out of her
misery, got it?"
"Yes...yes..." Turner said shakily. They started for the body again. Upon
reaching the woman, they saw how close to death she was...there. She was barely
keping conscious, and her entrails were across the highway with tread marks
through them. Her face was mangled to almost irrecognizable human features. "Oh
man!"
"Shut up! Just shut up! We have to put her out of her misery."
"I'm not killing anybody!"
"You already did!"
"No I didn't. You did."
"You're involved too. And she's suffering, we have to put her down. It's the
humane thing to do. You just agreed on that."
"Yeah, but...Jesus, why didn't we stop at the hotel for the night?"
"Don't think about that now. We kill her, and then we call the cops."
"I'm not getting busted for this."
"You're only an accomplice Turner. It was my sleepy driving that did this.
Anyways, the longer we debate this, the longer she suffers. Now, let's..." A
moan stopped James. Except it was a recovery moan. The two young men turned to
face the woman eye to what was left of eyes.
"You killed me," the woman said.
"Yes, I'm sorry," Turner replied almost deliriously.
"Tis a full moon tonight. After the clouds pass the moon three times in this
very night, you will each become a servant of its light. And though your souls
may remain, you shall have the appetites of mindless beasts. And with each sin
you commit, you bring yourself farther into Hell than you already are for my
death. Enjoy your last moments as part of mankind. I shall see you in Hell," the
creepy, mangled, old woman then spit blood all over Turner and James before
collapsing on the ground with a squishy thud. Turner and James stood stunned,
their breathing out of control.
"Why did she just do that?" Turner asked nervously.
"I don't know. OH MY GOD!" James replied. He pointed at the ground. They both
watched as the old woman's body melted into a puddle of red goo and then seeped
into the ground.
"Let's leave now." James and Turner ran for the truck and leapt in.
"What the Hell happened?" Preston asked from the back seat. James didn't answer
as he started up the truck and peeled out. A shadow passed over the moon,
dimming the truck cabin as Turner turned and looked at Preston.
"Nothing. We hit a deer," Turner said somberly. The light washed over the young
men again as they sped toward their cabin.
* * *
The couds had throughly blocked the moon when they pulled in front of the path
leading to the small cabin they had rented for this expedition. By then, Turner
and James had calmed down. The three climbed out of the truck and started
unpacking their belongings.
"Fuck, it's dark," Preston said.
"That's twice," Turner popped out. James looked at him curiously.
"What?" James asked.
"The clouds have passed over the moon twice. Or it's currently passing over it
the second time," Turner replied.
"Shut up dude. That doesn't mean anything," James said angrily.
"I don't think we're going to be able to make it to the cabin until those
clouds pass over. I can barely see the path," Preston said. James gave up his
stare at Turner and looked around.
"What are you talking about? I can see you and Turner just fine," he replied.
"I can see you both too," Turner said.
"Well, I can't see anything. And last time I checked, I had 20/20 vision,"
Preston said annoyed. The others shrugged.
"Fine, you stay here. Turner and I will trek everything up to the cabin. And
then we'll come back here and you can come with us then, when the clouds are
sure to have passed over," James said annoyed as he threw two pack sove his
shoulder. Turner followed him. "Watch the truck."
"Alright," Preston said as he got in the truck. He waited there until the moon
came out from behind its hiding spot. He climbed out of the truck and started
for the cabin. About that time, Turner and James returned.
"Happy now? Let's go," James said. The clouds darkened the moon once again.
"Fuck."
"Alright, let's just get him back in the truck, okay?" Turner said nervously.
"What's wrong with you?" James asked annoyedly.
"I just don't feel right, that's all. I'd feel better in the truck. Just until
the clouds come back out. Preston'd feel safer too," Turner replied. James
sighed and the three climbed back in the truck.
"Feel better now?" James asked as they sat in the truck.
"Not really. Something doesn't set right with me. We shouldn't have just driven
away. And that message, how can you forget the message? Something bad is about
to happen to us, I feel it," Turner said as he clawed at his chest. James' face
went red.
"SHUT UP! It was nothing. We're fine now. It was just a figment of our
imaginations," james replied. Preston felt disturbed by James' absence of
gentleness that he usually had. James neck popped as he rolled it. "God, I feel
exhausted. Look, I'm sorry. There's just...nothing wrong, okay?"
"There's something wrong. And I don't feel right in this truck anymore," Turner
replied. He pulled the door latch, just as the moonlight returned. An intense
shock shot up Turner's back and he pulled away from the door. "Something's
definitely wrong!"
A sharp crack emanated from Turner as he whipped his upper half around and
faced Preston. His face was possessed by intense pain. He whipped back around
and moaned loudly as his already long hair began to creep down his neck. He
clawed at the bottom of his shirt and was able to pull it up to his armpits as
he glanced down at his torso. Turner's stomach muscles loosened and he small
amount of fat he had there began to thin out. His nipples looked intensely
swollen as hair cret down to them. He released his shirt and let out a pain
filled moan. Turner fell out the side of the truck and onto the grass He crawled
on his hands and knees toward the path to the cabin. Turner stopped as a another
loud crack in his back made him scream like a woman. He clawed at his shirt and
ripped it off. He slowly removed his now loose fitting shoes, pants, and boxers.
Through the truck's window Preston could see Turner's problem as he was bathed
in the moonlight. Turner's ribs caved in, becoming much smaller around his
shrinking insides. This brought him up on his knees. His lower spine caved in as
fat deposited itself in his rear, giving him an oh so small but perfectly
developed female behind. Turner's head turned around to glance down at his
severely transformed backside and Preston saw the young man's new, innocent
face. Turner's lips pouted ever so slightly and his eyebrows had arched up. His
nose was much smaller, and his skin was soft, light, and delicate. None of
Turner's features remained in his face, except his brown eyes, which were now
lighter anyways. Preston could also see small protrusions from below Turner's
nipples, which made the young man look very female. The mounds puffed even
larger and Turner spun, falling back on his haunches. Preston could hear Turner
hacking and moaning and screaming as he cradled whatever was coming out of his
chest. Turner's head fell back as he let out a loud moan. He went up on his
knees again and Preston saw Turner's penis hanging between his legs before it
began to pull upward. Preston screamed as the shaft disappeared. Turner fell
forward on his hands and knees and Preston saw the new crevice that remained.
It's folds exposed itself to the moonlight like a flower blooming and Turner
moaned. Turner flipped over onto his back. He, now evidently a she, put herself
into a birthing position. Her nipples flared out at the moonlight and her
breasts swelled a little more. Turner shifted her weight to her ass and brought
her legs together as the hair washed away from her legs, and felt of her new
mounds. The something between her legs caught her attention. She spread them
again, giving Preston a good view of her goods downstairs. She cried out and
fell back on her hands in the birthing position again. The flesh above her
vagina pulsated, her organs shifting around inside. The flesh slowly rose
outward, and Preston realized she was now ready for conception. She cried out
one more time and her eyes went to the moon, which quieted her to soft sobs.
They became an icy blue, and the mound between her legs pulsated as semen began
to dribble out of her new mouth. She gave out a few restrained groans until a
huge puddle of semen lay steaming between her legs. The woman then came to her
senses, no longer paralyzed by the moonlight. She pulled herself up on her
haunches and sniffed the air. She followed the scent to the ground and found the
puddle of semen there. She lowered her face to the puddle and began lapping it
up, greedily, like it was water she'd been missing for days. By then, Preston's
attention had turned to James.
James had a bit of time to watch Turner before his dark brown hair began to
darken to an intense black. He grabbed the steering wheel as pain shot through
his body. He kicked off his shoes and pulled himself up on his haunches as
burning spread through his abdomen. James moaned loudly as Turner fell out the
side of the truck to complete his transformation. James' hair fell around his
shoulders. The large amount of fat in his torso began to thin out, migrating to
small bumps on his chest, which protruded a bit farther than Turner's finished
products. James tore at his shirt as he moaned loudly, his voice becoming higher
and higher. The shirt fell over to the passenger seat as James cradled the
sensitive mounds on his chest. He puked as the useless fat migrated out of him.
James didn't notice his face change and shift into a beautiful young woman's
much like Turner's. Preston sat shocked.
"What's happening to us?" James asked of Preston with a girl's voice and face.
His face contracted and he spun back around. His hands dropped his swollen
breasts and settled on his lower back. James pushed inward and screamed. "Oh
God! What's happening! Preston...help! I'm..."
"James?" Preston asked panickedly. James head hung as he moaned. He rose up on
his haunches. He panted and moaned. James' large pants fell down aorund his
hips. His frame had become much, much smaller.
"Oh God. It's not there," James said panickedly. He petted his stomach, which
now contained only a small amount of fat. James unzipped his pants and reached
in. "It's gone. Help."
James looked pleadingly at Preston, his eyes now brown instead of blue. He let
out a couple of grunts as his breasts swelled to their full glory in the
moonlight, the nipples on them very much erect. James' eyes closed and he moaned
and clutched his stomach. He turned back around and slowly lowered his pants. As
he reached up to remove his boxers, his hips flared outward, and his ass
sculpted itself into female perfection. His hairless thighs thickened, and James
moaned as his mound formed too.
"Please God no. I don't want to be this. I'm sorry. OHHH!" James screamed as
his insides began to really work themselves over. Sweat soaked his body, but
Preston could tell James underpants were beginning to get wet from something
other than sweat or urine. The smell of smells filled the truck cabin and James
pulled his boxers all the way down. He then placed his hands on the wheel again
and let out a loud groan. "Run Preston. Please get out of here quick as you
can."
James screamed with agony and thrashed his head around as small dribblets of
semen dropped into the boxers around his legs. His gorans and screams of effort
grew louder as his body pushed the unwanted, burning semen out. He stopped
groaning and looked moonward as the dribbling became short bursts of semen. The
smell of pussy permeated the car. The woman who had been Turner snuck hungrily
through the passenger door. Her nose sniffed toward James' crotch. She saw the
mily goodness and went forward. Her nose went up Jame's vagina and her mouth
followed and she began lapping hungrily at the small amounts of semen lining
James' vaginal tract. She removed her head and began lapping up the puddle in
James' boxers. The new woman who had been James let out a feminine roar and
pushed Turner away. James pulled her legs from below herself and plopped down on
her ass. She then pulled the boxers from her legs with a loud rip and buried her
face in it. Preston could hear her sucking at them intensely as he opened the
back door. He slipped out behind Turner, who was slinking her way back to James.
Preston snuck around the side of the truck, watching as the two fought over the
semen until it was gone at which point they settled into each other's arms as
they digested what they had taken in. James' feminine odor dominated, and
Preston assumed that the pack was now hers. He didn't really care as he bolted
for the cabin in the moonlight. James and Turner noticed his motion and sniffed
at the air. The two then leapt out of the cabin and started after him.
Preston made it to the cabin, threw himself inside, and locked the front door.
He then secured the other door and stood in the middle of the small, three room
cabin, panting. What had just happened? He could hear James and Turner
scratching at the front door, and then occasionally heading around to the
windows, which they tried to go through with no luck. Eventually, they gave up
and went off to the side of the cabin. Preston watched through the window as
they cuddled up again, each exploring the other's new female features. When
James found Turner's new slit she lapped at the inside, making Turner moan with
joy. Turner didn't return any affection, but instead stared at her breasts in
the moonlight. Preston could detect confusion in her eyes, from her sudden
existence. James pounced on Turner and inserte her hand into Turner's vagina.
Preston turned away as he knew what the two were probably about to do. He
started a small fire in the fireplace. The two women screamed with pleasure as
he sat in front of it, now crying. This was some seriously fucked up shit. A
cloud passed over the moon and the two women screamed. Preston ran to the window
to see them panicked and evidently in pain. They smelled at each other's crotch,
and then turned away. They were searching for something...and then Preston
realized what.
"They need moonlight, but when it's blocked out...they get hungry again,
because ti isn't keeping their energy up. They need semen. That's why they ate
it up. They must live on protein and given their habits, they want or need it
sexually," Preston postulated. He shook his head in disbelief. His friends were
now protein starved, werewomen. They were hot too. They'd have no problem
getting laid...in a populated area. But they were alone out here, and only the
moonlight seemed to curb their hunger below starvation level. He could help
that. But if they were werewomen, then having sex with them migh infect him with
their curse as well, let alone the psychological aspects of doing another guy.
Or they'd scratch him. Their screams pierced Preston's ears once more before the
moon came out. They settled down and Preston looked at the sky. No more clouds.
They'd be good until morning. Preston settled down and tried to clear his mind.
They'd be alright in the morning. He drifted off to sleep.
* * *
Preston was awakened in the middle of the night by an immense weight on his
crotch and chest along with a warmth on his penis. He opened his eyes to view
Turner's ass seated on his chest as she tongue dueled with James, who was riding
his hard shaft. Their odor filled the cabin. Preston tried to throw them off,
which alerted them to his awakeness. Turner spun and brought her vagina down on
Preston's face. Her sweet fluids filled his mouth as he let out a gasp. Her
muscles contracted and worked him over as he fell into a trance like state from
the overwhelming odor and taste. He began lapping at her insides, enjoying eveyr
moment of it. James' muscles pumped the load of semen from his body and her
weight left him after an intense tightening off muscles. Turner's vagina left
his face then and was replaced by James' who had a much sweeter taste along with
the familiar smell. Turner impaled herself on Preston's member and he could feel
her milk away at his reproductive system, her muscles tightening and loosening.
Eventually, the two women, after having their fill, fell asleep on top of a very
exhausted and drained Preston, not removing themselves from their positions.
Preston suffocated in Turner's vagina. His final death spasms awoke the two
women and they left, with no more to milk from the man. James and Turner made
their way out into the open area near the truck and laid out under the
moonlight.
THE END
Thanks for reading this little story I wrote while I was bored one night. I hope
the transformations are erotic enough for you guys, I think they're my best so
far. Til next time, later.
Annalisa
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