A Little Hungry 8 By GhenKai, Kaiokibuto@hotmail.com Long Walk Home... Warning: For read ONLY by those of 18 years of age and up. She groggily stirred on the cold floor. She felt as if she had a hangover, though she didn't remember having anything to drink the past night. Now that she thought about it, she couldn't remember anything about last night. *Unh* "Okay... need to concentrate," Miang told herself as she sat up, holding her hand to the bump on the back of her head. Slowly it began to come back to her in highlights... The trembling building... Running away from the others out of the control room... Her encounter with the gigantic, brown furred behemoth... And the strange, sudden reaction her body had afew moments afterward... and finally, darkness as she blacked out... The bluetressed woman stared at the floor silently for a long while from where she sat as she tried to comprehend all that she experienced the past night... she never felt so confused, so lost in her entire life up until now... "?" Looking behind her into the distance she stood up and gazed down the fractured and cracked hallway... Steadying herself against the wall she rose to her feet, and began to make her way down that darkly lit hallway before her, not at all sure why she was doing this, but continuing on netherless. Making a turn at the end of the hallway, she saw in the distance a man lying out cold on the floor. As she neared him, she soon realized who it was. With a gasp she knelt down beside Bryan, checking him for vitals. "Bryan! Bryan!! Can you hear me?!" A mess of gurgles and groans soon answered Miang's cries, relieving her and at the same time alarming her. He fought to rise, coughing profusely with the thick taste of crimson in the back of his throat. "Stay still," Miang urged, but it appeared that he didn't hear her as he rolled onto his back with a long agonizing groan, his hand immediately clenching his side. "...I think a couple of my ribs might be broken," Bryan said with obvious pain in his voice. She was about to ask him what side, when she noticed his hand was holding his right side. "Stay here, I'll see if I can find you a wheelchair," "No wait, I think I can stand....Argh!! OWCH!! OuchOuch..." Despite Miang's protests, the injured policeofficer slowly and unsteadily rose to his feet. By then the bluetressed maiden helped the unsteady man rise and balance, draping the one of the blond man's arm over her shoulders, of course making sure she was on the uninjured side as they made their way down the hallway. "Is there anyplace in this complex that sells primeribs? I want to ready if she comes back," Bryan asked with an uneasy little grin. His grin quickly faded a moment after when he realized that he was still alive... when last night he was at that creature's mercy... "I don't... I don't think John's around here... in this building I mean," Miang spoke up, oblivious to the question Bryan asked. "Johnathan? Oh damn, that's right! That thing slapped me around last night... so know what happened to the both of them? ...Uhm.... Miang?" She blinked. She hadn't noticed until now that he was talking to her; her mind had completely zoned out. She felt somehow different from the way she usually felt; like today life had become clearer, bolder... like a new door in life was moments from opening wide before her... it excited her, but also very much frightened her inside... It did not cross her mind about how easily she found Bryan. Although there was no clue she could see to where he was, she found him as easily as finding an apple in a basket of oranges. "Miang?? Miang!" "Ohh?? Ohh, yes, umm, I really don't know actually, I don't remember anything past meeting... her..." She finally answered, frowning to herself for being so distracted. Talk on and off continued between the two during their walk. Miang spotted a room where a set of wheelchairs was held, and reluctantly Bryan gave in and sat down in a chair. "Hey, your not exactly light you know! Besides it'll be easier and faster for the both of us to travel around. Not to mention you need to take it easy because of your injuries..." *groan* "I feel like an old man..." It wasn't too long afterwards until they reached their final destination, outside of the large Quatz building, where a number of workers, some showing signs of injuries that have been tended to, but everyone was shook up by what transpired last night. All were gathered around the front area outside of the building, while some were on its left side, gazing at the large gaping hole where a window once was in a room on the third floor. Sten was among it all, doing his best to direct traffic. A look of relief that he could not hide came over him when he spotted Bryan and Miang approaching. "So you found her! ... Or, maybe it's the other way around..." He mumbled to himself alittle dejectedly as he glanced at the chair Bryan sat in. "Well, it's alittle complicated I guess... and don't worry about this, it's nothing serious." He exhaled loudly at his exhausted attempt to stand from the chair, plopping back into the seat and holding his injured ribs. Sten nodded alittle uneasily. "Still, I'm sorry to see you in your position under my own request... but I'm glad to see you're not in any worst a condition." He sighed as he looked back towards the standing building, "The medical room is still good condition; Miang could patch up your injuries there... if she's feeling okay as well?" The blue haired female took a moment before nodding. The blondehaired policeman glanced up at Sten. "Where's Johnathan at??" Sten took in a deep breath... "It's... possible he was taken by the werewolf...." WHAT??" Bryan's face lit up with anxiety, almost jumping out of the chair, but the sudden shock of pain that went through his ribs and a fit of coughs quickly sat him back down. "She came straight into the control room and broke right in, taking him with her," Sten continued. "John tried to fight back but..." His fingers fidgeted through his pocket for a brief moment, pulling out the dented bullet he found before, along with the crushed, mangled gun John used inciting a silent gasp from the two. "It didn't help any...." Bryan frowned to himself, remembering his own meeting with the gigantic 'myth'. "I know how that goes..." "....Come... let's get you bandaged up," Miang said after a long moment of staring at the remains of the gun in Sten's hand. ---- *SPLASH!!* Johnathan Baro awoke. It was early morning now he noticed, the orange sun barely shining through the wavy clouds overhead. Groggily, he sat up against the tree he was laying against as his eyes focused ahead of him at the sounds of the streaming river, and something disturbing the smooth, calm currents. He spotted her long red mane of hair in the short distance, bobbing up and down with the rolling waters and as they washed over her immense, silky furred body. She looked to be enjoying herself very much if the minor, cheerful sounds he heard coming from her direction once in awhile meant anything. As he stared at her swimming through the streaming waters of the river, everything that took place the night before flooded back into his mind's eye. Lastly the memories of when she towed the food-packed semi off behind her... and when she began to pleasure herself, almost crushing him in the process... He gazed down at the erection tenting his pants, and wasn't completely sure if it was simply morning wood... or another, particular reason... he blinked surprised at the sound of a menacing growl, but quickly realized it was only his stomach. The last thing he remembered having to eat were those Ramen Noodles, and they never hold you for long. His eyes drifted towards the trailer of the semi. The truck she dragged here was afew feet away, a blatant tell-tale trail behind it that were made by the wheels from the of the diesel, and afew severed trees laying cracked in half, that the werewolf barged through to make way for what she was towing. "Long past time for breakfast, I'm starving... well, let's see what I can do..." The problem of cooking any of the foods inside of the semi quickly came to mind as he rummaged about the open crates, gathering a couple of boxes of assorted frozen foods and a case of soda. However with a little brain power and ingenuity, some wood and rocks, and use of the cigarette lighter inside of the truck, he had a small meal ready for consumption in a short time. Despite a couple of problems here and there... mainly the one that was now exiting the river and shaking herself dry by the shore... -- *sigh* "...There isn't going to be anything for ME to eat if YOU continue to take everything over the fire," John told her as she plucked up a couple of half thawed hotdogs on her claws and tossed them in her mouth and down her gullet. When she emerged from the river earlier, Johnathan realized there was something strange about her, but couldn't quite put his finger on it until she made her way over to him after shaking the water from her damp fur, tossing her long red mane of hair wildly about her head and causing her protruding bust to jiggle like crazy. She had shrunk. While still large, her form regressed a point from the immense behemoth she was the night past. She looked to be about as large as she was during the business at the supermarket those couple of days ago, maybe alittle larger, or perhaps a touch smaller, he wasn't sure. Her features had a touch smoother look to them, from her hair and fur-covered musculature, down to her large feet and clawed toes. Still, it was a very intimidating form that loomed over him even as she kneeled across from him at the fire, and she was still acting the way she was the previous night. However he was quickly finding himself filled with a touch less trepidation the longer he was around her. He also found the blaring glow her ruby red eyes carried last night were significantly dimmer now, but still existent, and that he couldn't figure out from the prominent way the two dark creamed, full cherry-sized nipples stood out proudly atop the foundations of mounds the circumference of tires on a small car, if she was aroused or not. 'Maybe the sun weakens her or something like that,' He thought to himself earlier when she knelt down by him and the roaring flames, curiously examining what he was doing, and reaching out for the food cooking on the sticks Johnathan held. With some persuasion he was able to save the potential grub, but not before she managed to snatch a steak. "Now, if you can manage to hold yourself back, you can see what food tastes like fully cooked," He told her, half wondering if she truly understood him. Regardless, she continued to eat contentedly, idly sucking on the clean T-bone when she finished, staring at the roasting food. 'She's still acting like she was the night before; like an animal, albeit a smart one. She seems to understand my words at times. Or to be exact, when they best benefited her that is...' On this cold morning inside the woods, the heat of the roaring fire was welcomed with open arms as it cooked the chicken nuggets, hotdogs, (and steaks he was sure she would be hungry) that hung over it on long smooth branches John managed to find about the area. The searing heat of the fire however did not stop the hungry female werewolf from plucking off a couple more of the cooking meats off the branches, oddly enough when the starving policeman would become momentarily distracted or relaxed. It was the preferred moment; when it was too late for him to keep her from taking anything while it cooked. It was like a small game for her. "...Here," John called out towards her, tossing a tasty, cooked chicken nugget her way which she caught in her still pretty large, claw tipped hands in reflex. She eyed it for a moment in her furred hands, sniffed it once, and promptly tossed it into her mouth, chewing a couple of times before swallowing it and looking at him in a rather anxious manner for more, her tail swishing back and forth behind her. John meanwhile bit into a cooked nugget of his own, swished it around in his mouth, and shrugged. "....Well, it's edible atleast..." Hearing the anxious whimpers and light growl noises as she reached out for what she wanted in a persuading manner, John handed over the branch with the fully barbecued steaks and afew hotdogs over to the large werewolf Parra, who graciously took and practically inhaled them. They ate in silence meanwhile from then on, John satisfying his hunger with afew hotdogs and chicken nuggets, and the large redhaired were satisfying herself with everything else. John couldn't help but feel her deep red gaze upon him and hear the light rustling of grass as she crept closer while he ate. Before he knew it, he was staring face-to-bulging bosom with his unusual friend. His earlier question was answered as he stared uneasily at the cherry-sized nipples atop her chest swelling and pushing out further with each heartbeat until they were almost thrice their original size and length, with the areolas making firm and fully pumped bases. She was also breathing deeper, each breath causing her powerful chest to rise and fall dramatically, brushing gently against his still extended hand. "....Uhm....." Stupefied and shook up, he offered her an unopened can of soda he was about to drink. Curious, she took the can, sniffed it, gave a lick to the side of the cold sweating beverage, then finally bit into the aluminum. The sweet grape soda spilled into her mouth with a rush and a surprise to her. The policeman snickered under his breath, scratching his neck, finally being at ease again. "Okay, that's one way to do it I guess..." He gave her a couple more, which she did the same thing each of them one after another. It seemed to take her mind off of what was probably passing through it a moment ago, but his plan of distraction did not last long as she began again, rubbing her clawed fingers along the length of his shirt, becoming caught in the ruffles but never slowing, tearing a trail through the dark colored material. Johnathan swallowed uneasily. In spite of what she is, she was a beautiful creature he admitted to himself awkwardly. Still, he was against what she was pushing for... top reason above all being that even at her reduced size now, he wasn't at all sure if he could survive it. Infact... he seriously doubted it. "S-soo.... umm, Parra... you still--oof!" He quickly found himself completely parallel with the ground, pinned underneath one who was now sitting straddled atop his waist. He was lucky most of her weight was on her lower legs and knees that were resting against the ground, though what weight that was resting on him was more than easily holding him where he was. She reared her head, arching her back and thrusting out her bulbous chest as she stretched her powerful furry arms with a savage yawn, bearing her fanged teeth to light as she ran her tongue across them. Her hands afterward roamed across her body, cupping her large breasts and pushing them up even higher, then finding their way to the thick, rock hard teats at the tops of the great mounds, pinching and squeezing them. John's eyes traveled to those very nipples, her fingers tweaking them hard and sending a brimming wave of sensations throughout her immense body as she shivered and let out what was a mixture of a long moan and a low rumble of pleasure. She then leaned overtop him, placing her hands against the ground and her large, furry breasts like warm medicine balls against his chest, her much greater body weight pinning him down to the ground even moreso, to the point where he couldn't move any body part trapped under her immensity. Her shining red eyes looked him over as the tip of her tongue slowly traced around her short muzzle, her lower legs bobbing up and down against the ground like a young school girl's, tail swaying about in the breeze. John thought last night was an intimidating position to be in, but with her now staring him lustfully in the face, the thick bangs of her red hair hanging delicately around her face.... She lifted her nose and began to sniff at the air. Faintly at first, then gradually deeper. She looked down at John one last time, and growled in agitation as she leapt off of him and into a crouched position, relieving John of the great pressure of her weight on his entire torso. She was irritated at her privacy being interrupted, especially now. The wind was carrying the scent of other humans in the distance to her sensitive nose. John wasn't sure what to make of her sudden change in her actions, but it was pretty clear what her intentions were now as she made her way over to the semi truck. "I guess we're on the move again," John thought aloud as he commenced to putting out the fire and cleaning up the makeshift campsite. Lifting up the back of the trailer, she tugged the semi near the edge of the shore by the river. After reaching it, she dropped the trailer with a jarring thud, staring out at briefly at the mass of rushing waters before her. Coming to a decision or perhaps a plan of action, she walked around to the side of the semi. She lifted the trailer of the truck overhead, but found the diesel of the truck was throwing her off. So she corrected herself, finding the point where she could hold the 10 ton truck in the air at the most center point of balance, sloppily lifting the truck at the beginning of the trailer and the end of the diesel. Balance still remained a problem however as she struggled to keep it overhead, the truck protesting with the sounds of metal loudly shrieking, groaning and popping. 'So this is her at a 'weakened' state,' John thought to himself. The entire semi wobbled to and fro in her clawed hands as she steadied herself, the weight of the truck causing her feet to sink deep into the moist ground. She growled as she began arch her back, thrusting out her expanding chest and causing the muscles in her arms, chest, and thighs to bulge powerfully. With a deep focused roar and an awkward heave that caused her to slip and lose her footing, the entire semi was sent airborne, sailing over the small river. To John the sight of the airborne vehicle almost looked to be traveling in slow motion as the diesel made an arcing path over the expansive flowing waters. The inevitable came however when the truck crashed down on it's side with the thundering crash and clatter of metal and glass into a litter of trees, knocking them over. Johnathan could feel the vibrations of the impact under his feet despite the distance. He was glad he closed the back of the trailer on a whim, as to keep the food-preserving cold in, and in this situation, the food itself. Looking pleased at her handiwork she stood up, shook (which again made her firm breasts for quite a sight to behold) and brushed off some of the grass and dirt that clung to her fur when she lost her balance. John stood there with his mouth half agape, staring at the truck in the distance silently as 'Parra' meanwhile made her way over to him, making a looming shadow overtop him. John looked up at her with a sudden nervous grin. "So... umm... what's next....?" He got his answer when she scooped him up into her large furry arms. "Ahhhh... HELL.... w-wait a minute here! Put me down, I'll swim over! Just let me go...!" John tried his best to plead with her, but their was no changing her mind from what she was planning to do, but soon found it wasn't what he originally thought. Her grip became tighter on him as she clutched him closer to her chest like cradling a child. She began to run, the ground below quickly becoming a blur until he felt a sudden heavy pressure from her great leap into the air when she reached the shore of small river. She soared over the small river like the ultimate long jumper. Like the truck he watched, it felt as if they would fly forever until the gut wrenching feeling of decent kicked in, and they finally touched ground with great force. Her feet dug out large trenches as momentum continued to carry both of them forward, making the duo flip forward and tumble across the ground a number of yards before finally coming to a stop with a metal thud, winding upside down on her head. Her back and large firmed, furry ass planted a small imprint against the bottom of the trailer, which was now actually lying on its side. "....Oh..... Okay.... then...." John wheezed out with a breath he didn't realize was stuck in his throat for the entire leap. With a sighing whine, she released her deathcrush on the small policeman and rolled to her feet. Dipping back into the waters for a short time she washed off the annoying dirt and mud she got on herself from the landing of her leap. Afterwards it was back to the travel as she righted the truck back onto its wheels (a clutter of engine parts falling off in the process) and trekked into the forest. -- 48 Minutes after.... "The trail stops here," Shawn said, tugging on his windbreaker as they came to the small open area by the shore of the river. It'd been a pretty eventful morning, to their dismay. Before coming to the convenience/gas station store, Wylker's QwikStop, they first needed to make a report on the car crash in that area. The severely wounded man who was driving the car had been rescued earlier and quickly taken to the hospital, but they would not be able to speak to him to find out what happened as he was in a coma. When they arrived on the scene of the accident, they were surprised at how bad a shape the gravely mangled car was, and later on, so were the towtruck men when they finally picked it up. Making a quick on-spot report for the 12 o'clock news, they moved on to their next subject of the day. Later on, after interviewing the owner of the store at his home (he decided to open late that day because of all that transpired last night, and though his life could run it easily, he thought it best fore nobody to go there just now) they went to the store across the street to look for clues. Needless to say, they didn't believe his story about a 'giant, red maned, bigfoot monster' making off with an entire truck at all, and if the strange looks meant anything, neither did his wife. She still couldn't believe that's what he actually told the police earlier too. But after seeing the blatant tire tracks for themselves, they decided to follow them into the forest, atleast until they ran into any signs of trouble. "All this to steal a truckfull of produce and drinks?" Margaret questioned, also wearing casual clothing with a windbreaker, tapping her chin as she walked over to what looked to once be a campfire. "I still don't believe it's anything as clean-cut or corny as that. Gotta be more... like a cover-up for a drug- smuggling operation, or..... well.... help me out Ritcher?" Ritcher grumbled. "I don't know... ask Shawn, I don't feel like thinking right now." "Geez, what's your problem Grumpy?" "Weeeeell... could be that I've been carrying this HEAVY ASS CAMERA and equipment around since we started this 'little walk', as you referred to it. And little did I know that this 'little walk', would be close to an HOUR." "So that's why we didn't hear much out of him during the entire walk," Shawn mumbled to himself as he stared out at the running waters in an attempt to innocently ignore Ritcher's ranting. "Well, we wanted footage of anything strange or funny that we might come across," Margaret retaliated. This burned Ritcher alittle more, seeing as the point he was trying to make was missed, that being carrying an awkward 40 pound camera and equipment for almost an entire hour had made his arms sore and his shoulders stiffer than a petrified tree branch. Ontop of it, it was relatively early in the day, and Ritcher was known to be cranky around the morning sometimes. "Oh lighten up, we could be onto something big, that could shoot all three of our careers into orbit, but we need FOOTAGE! ...And next time, remember to ask Shawn for help." "Footage? Footage of WHAT?? What HAVE we come across, besides an oversized running puddle of water??" Ritcher asked in an agitated manner. Margaret was ready to retort, when a thought hit her. Shawn seemed to get the idea too as Ritcher's words also began turning gears... "That's right!" Both said simultaneously, looking at eachother. "Right? What's 'right'?? What the HELL is right??!" Ritcher yelled out, before his gears started rotating as well. They'd just finished following a blatant trail of truck tires and fallen trees straight to the large stream before them. There's no bridge, and no sign of the truck heading any other way, like it suddenly disappeared from the spot altogether. "Ohhhh... I get it now...." "And take a look at this," Shawn gestured over to them. Both headed over to him as he was crouched down, staring at a couple of imprints in the muddy soil near the edge of the river. It took afew moments before they finally realized they were in the shape of footprints. A pair of large footprints. A pair of HUGE, heavy, deep footprints. "What the hell are those?" Ritcher and Margaret both asked at the same time. They began to think back to the earlier talk with the QwikStop owner. "Just what they look like...." "....Now I think about it, I did see a couple of tracks like this earlier..." Ritcher stated. The two news reporters glared at him. "You saw prints like these earlier, but you didn't TELL US??" Shawn asked. "Well then, I thought nothing of them. I didn't realize they would turn out to actually be the footprints of BIGFOOT." Margaret huffed at the comment. "Bigfoot my ass. There has to be more to it than what you're thinking; I still think this relates to sometype of crafty (and moronically planned) drug- smuggling, or something of that hype; not some supernatural myth," The female reporter said, dabbing her finger against the half-hardened mud that made the footprint. "You getting shots of this Ritcher?" A small groan came from Ritcher as he went to pick up his 40 pound burden. "Chad is so damn lucky he got to stay with the van...." "Okay, so now how did whoever manage to make a 10 ton truck disappear?" Shawn questioned. "Think they might've somehow crossed the river?" The african-american cameraman asked. Both gave it some thought. Shawn hmmed. "Maybe so.... with a small boat yea... you think they that's what they did?" Ritcher simply pointed out across the waters. Across those waters, probably 200 feet or more across the small river, a small hoard of tall and skinny trees lay cracked in pieces and knocked over, strewn about as if something enormous had crashed into them. "... A boat could've came and got the truck..." Margaret surmised. "But what's the point of the broken trees?" Shawn questioned. "....Could be that they were like that long before we arrived," Ritcher opted, but all three silently doubted it. ".... Well, we still need to find and interview the drivers of the truck. Maybe we'll get a better understanding from them," Shawn offered. Nodding, they all agreed. "Oh, and Shawn?" "Yea?" "How about doing me alittle favor and carry this," Ritcher said as he unloaded the camera and it's bag of equipment from off his sagging shoulders and into the male reporter's arms. "All you have to do is ask," Shawn grumbled out. Ritcher smiled. "Then I'll be asking more often." ---- Later in the day... It had been a long walk. John never had the chance or desire to view and experience nature as closely as he could now, walking alongside his massive furry friend, but he was rather enjoying it. Since the last time they started, both have been traveling throughout most of the day, the policeman seeing many sights and sounds, animals from very uncommon birds and raccoons, to lizards, deer and crocodiles. Even had a run-in with afew wolves, which watched their passing with much curiosity. Wildlife was teeming around him, and John felt like he 'had the best seat in the house'. But while it seemed she was ready to walk on forever, John on the otherhand, was not. If his feet were dogs, they would be yowling in pain within his shoes. Climbing up the ladder crafted onto the side of the trailer he was able to give his feet a rest as he sat atop the roof as she continued her walk. He figured she must be heading for her 'home', which perhaps was around the area of the forest near the supermarket, which he also figured must be far from... well, wherever they were before anyway. The day was now coming to a close, and on a foul note at that; grey clouds were slowly forming overhead while the sun was beginning it's creeping decent into the sunset. 'Parra' seemed to realize it as well as she looked at the hazy orange sky as they traveled, smelled and felt the change in the preluding winds. She began to look about through the maze of trees as they journeyed, until she spotted something of interest enough to alter her course as it began to drizzle. Luckily, in 20 minutes time they were soon at a cave. Though it was beginning to thunder and downpour, John was abit apprehensive about going in. However, as Parra proceeded in after giving him a quick glance, he found no reason he should fear any danger that may exist within the cave, and atleast they would be out of the rain. Parra's nose twitched as she sniffed and examined the cave, but she didn't travel too far inside, mainly enough to be well away from the rain. She sat down, leaning her back against the rough wall of the cave, silently watching the rain pouring down hard outside. John began examining the insides of the rocky moss covered cave, but decided not to go too far from where his furry traveling partner was... just in case. Thunder and lighting began to crash outside, and the female werewolf folded her ears back at the booming sounds. She did not like thunder... -- "I hate thunder..." The little white-skinned girl with brunette hair mumbled through gritted teeth as she laid tucked in bed. The room was dark, and though the door had been left cracked open to shine the dim light from the hall in, it was now hurting more than helping, casting eerie projections of shadows about the room. The flash of lighting against her window stirred her up for inevitable; the booming roar of thunder that always followed moments after. Nights like these can do many things to a child's mind. It makes their imaginations wonder, again, always for the worst. Making you think that maybe the giant stuffed peacock sitting in the corner is actually staring at you. Or that looking in the mirror in the dark too much just might make Bloody Mary mad at you. Or that tiny rattle you heard came from 'something' inside of your closet. Something that's waiting to burst out and hurt or kill you. And though in the back of your mind you know those thoughts are not true, your doubts are reinforced by fear, and midnight movies about brain eating, chainsaw-wielding zombies, massacring werewolves, and bloodsucking vampires, who don't discriminate between a meal being a man or child. Those same movies your mother and father warned you not to watch, but you do anyway. So all one can do is lay there, while their mind continues to formulate wild allegations to keep the body from getting out of bed and making a much needed pitstop for the bathroom, relaxing enough to go to sleep, while causing it to sweat up a storm underneath the covers in the process. The real shock however comes when one's bed actually begins to thud and bump underneath you. Parra screamed as she pulled her covers over her head, an awkward reaction considering the subject of your fear is now the very place of security she is laying on. She felt some weight suddenly settle on her bed, tugging off the covers she hid herself under, the sound of laughing assaulting her ears over her own terrified screams. Familiar laughter. "Hey! Stop screaming! It's just me, see?! I got you GOOD!!" Parra's nuisance of a 14-year-old brother, Rand, had hidden himself under her bed before bedtime. Parra's terror was soon replaced by murderous 11-year-old rage. "I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU!!!" She screamed as she leapt up to throttle her older brother, tumbling back and forth over the bed, her older brother continuing to laugh like a young maniacal fiend despite the fingernails digging in his throat. A sudden boom of lighting sounded outside as it hit a tall tree nearby the house, setting the base aflame and scaring the two squabbling kids off the bed as it fell against their window, the thick branches bursting through the glass. Their parents heard all the commotion and quickly got the two children out of the room. Luckily the drenching rain put out the would-be burning stump, and no more damage was caused to the house, physically or emotionally. Fortunately (or unfortunately in Parra's case) brother Rand dodged the bullet for the stupid prank he pulled because of the tree crashing against the house taking all the attention. It took a long time for both of the two children to get over that night, but for Parra, the idea of monster and killer jumping out of nowhere took a backseat for the fear of the pestering, evil brother and his sick idea of 'funny'. But from then on, rainy, thundering nights would always make her check underneath her bed... -- She sat in silence staring at the falling rain outside, one burly leg drawn up to her chest, and the other lazily stretched out on the cold ground. Another of those... 'memories' she guessed, swam through her head again. It was significantly different from the last one; this time the girl's skin in the memory was a much lighter shade; a ripe peach color. She also knew somehow that the young girl was a few years younger than the one in the earlier memory, but still the same girl. The boy in the memory she also remembered. She remembered having alot of fun with him long ago, though it didn't look like much fun for the girl in the memory... The sounds of policeman's frantic scrambles alerted her and shook her our of her train of thought, followed by another significant sound; the agitated roars of the bear from deep inside the cave, being the reason why she decided not to travel so far into the cavern. It was now obviously aware of their presence, and was showing his great displeasure of the intruders to it's home. It was a large bear too; a grizzly standing to its full height of well over 9 feet, using that height to show it's dominance. With a deep growl she leapt to her feet, quickly placing herself between her human friend and the large bear. She was taken aback by the grizzly's height; she had not seen one of this size before, where she actually had to look up at it. The bear glared down at its new challenger with and roared out at her face, standing with its arms wide and ready for attack. With a deep inhale of breath, the female werewolf did the same to him, but it came up short as the earpiercing roar cutoff awkwardly with a screech of a whine, as if something got caught in her throat. John's eyes widened in confusion and surprise at the awry sound she made, worry however not settling in just yet. Seeing this failure as a sign of a dominating advantage over it's opponent, the bear lunged, throwing his massive paws against her shoulders, trying to maul and wrestle her to the ground. She fought back with difficulty against the bear's heavy grip, but she seemed to be having problems, spasms beginning to run wild throughout her body. The bear threw more of it's weight onto Parra and she began to buckle, stumbling backwards under it's persistence and her awkward footing, but instead managed to use the bear's insistent force to stiffly throw the bear aside as she fell to one knee, sending the grizzly sprawling across the cave ground. As John watched, he knew now something was wrong with her as she stood up with stiff, creaky movements; it looked like her muscles were twitching and constricting faintly under her fur and skin at no will of her own. The bear however had no trouble recovering from its fall and quickly going back to the attack, attempting to tackle it's aggressor with a great growl on it's throat. The collision sent her sliding backwards, raking her clawed feet across the ground for afew yards before she finally stopped herself. The bear growled as it then wrapped it's big arms around the female werewolf's torso in a classic bear hug, clamping down with all it's might, though the task was made alittle more difficult due the mounds that stood out undauntingly atop the burly female opponent's chest. Because of her body's sudden convulsions, she was fighting to keep the air from being squeezed out of her by the brute strength of the large grizzly and raise her own burly arms to break loose of the captive hold. Suddenly her struggles abruptly stopped, her body becoming still like a statue, twitching even more sporadically. She didn't seem to be focusing on what was happening to herself, her glowing red gaze turned upwards to the ceiling. John at first thought it would've been no problem for her to defeat the irate bear, (afterall she towed that entire truck here despite her 'power down') but was now beginning to have doubts as he watched the strange reactions her body were now undergoing. A sudden thought came to mind, turning his head to look out of the cave entrance, and that thought was justified when he spotted the rising full moon shining through the raining clouds above. "The second night of the full moon...." With a surprising, bellowing roar to the ceiling, every individual muscle on her body began to swell and bulge to the maximum of her current size as she breathed in air with deep, savage pants, a few thick veins and striations outlining themselves through her thick, silky brown fur. The bear grew confused when the differences in height became gradually less significant with strange sounds familiar of grass being pulled from the ground. Still, it kept its grip tight on her gradually widening frame, and could now easily feel the hammering beats of the heart within her chest. Bones became stronger, larger and denser within her body, and sinew became engorged, fibers splitting and renewing at a tremendous rate, giving her body a swelling, pulsating motion. With another echoing roar and a tensing of her enlarging body, her chest and shoulders suddenly shot upward and outward in a great powerful expansion, the combination of her swelling breasts, the lifting and growing of the ribcage and the muscles underneath throwing the owner of the cave off of her like an exploding spring, sending the bear once more sprawling across the ground and against the cavewall. The untamed red mane of hair atop her head began to spread out further, draping farther down her shoulders, atop her abundant chest and down her back, and the brown fur of her body grew into a thicker coat. Her legs broadened from their already tree trunk size, into two even more massive pillars of raw power as meanwhile the muscles in her back tensed and tightened, then swelled and expanded. All of her body strengthened beyond it's previous limits, her waist becoming much more thicker, yet staying much slimmer than her top and bottom, gaining a more extreme dimension to the hourglass figure she possessed. Her silky brown hips raised and widened, lifting her round, swelling, glute-engorged ass higher, her already bushy but spiky locked tail extending out further behind and around her. Her eyes now glowed with such raging red intensity that they almost shined against the walls of the dimly lit cave, her clawed human formed feet growing and thickening to stay proportionate and carry the weight of her heavy body, which was now becoming heavier all the time. The twitching of her thick toes scraped and dug those elongating red claws tipping them into the soil, cracking through any small pebbles or hard substances that might've been in their way. Her ears stretched and raised higher atop her head through her neon red hair like horns, her sharp teeth and fangs lengthening, gleaming in the shadows as she breathed in deep, savage pants, the muscles in her arms bursting forth from their once immense size, to even greater proportions. Her growth in height finally stopped just a cluster of inches before the ceiling of the cave, a couple of stiff red locks standing of their own accord, brushing faintly against the rocks above. She howled out to the ceiling as the process completed itself, great, incontestable strength once again flowing through her. The once more 13 foot female werewolf gazed down at her once attacker, nearing the bear with heavier, thumping footsteps against the moist ground. The large bear rose to its hindlegs once more with a gruff growl despite being unraveled by what just transpired. It did not care at first, until the bear noticed the behemoth before it was now much larger and taller she was before, clearly outclassing it in a inconceivable turn of events. Not knowing exactly what to make any of this, the grizzly began defensively inching himself away from the towering creature before him as her chest heaved with deep slow breaths, a burst of lighting from outside flashing a bright outlining of her body from her tightly kept but savage neon red mane, to her enormous breasts and their large, powerfully erect nipples jutting out from atop their firmly puffed up areolas, to her swollen muscles, all covered with a thick coat of silk brown fur, to the gleaming red claws that tipped her fingers, seeming to extend and retract with the twitching of her mighty fingers. The ridges of her abdomen stood out in stark relief, reminiscent to soda cans squeezed together into a tight space. The enormous engorged veins that surfaced and grew during her powerful growth gradually relaxed, disappearing back into her immense form, her now longer and thicker furred tail twitching just above the ground behind her. Not about to back down, and seeing this as more than a challenge, but a possible threat to it's own life, the bear roared pridefully and charged it's enormous opponent, ramming her full force and digging his thick claws and razor fangs into her body. When the large grizzly crashed into her this time, she didn't budge, the powerful grizzly being repelled as if it hit a steel wall. But she only watched with a small snarl as the irate bear continued to attempt its attack, its claws and teeth only managing to dimple but not penetrate her furred flesh, annoying her above anything else. With an agitated growl and a simple rise of her broad steel-like knee, the bear found itself stiffly staggering back from the indomitable blow to it's stomach, all air being expelled in one gasp from it's body. Accompanied a moment after by a mere wave of her massive forearm, and the ferocious bear found itself smacked senseless, sprawling across the ground into the far cavern wall, hard enough to shake a mess of debree from the ceiling. Groggily like a drunken sailor, the bear fought to raise itself again, but its body on the otherhand did not want to respond the commands it was being given. The grizzly bear briefly stared up at those glowing red globes piercing the darkness that belonged to the immense behemoth of a figure approaching him, and collapsed as his body and senses finally gave out and fell unconscious. Sensing no more hostility from the large grizzly bear, the female werewolf 'Parra', now back to her original giantess size during the full moon, walked back over to an awestruck Johnathan, looking at him overtop her once again large bulging TV-sized breasts, examining him. Kneeling down, she continued her investigation, drifting her fingers here and there across him, and beginning to peel away the shirt and pants obstructing her view, but John managed to jump out of her reach, chuckling alittle nervously as he halfheartedly fought off her large hands. "I'm fine, I'm fine" John told her, figuring the reason behind her actions. She gave a small whine, in understanding perhaps, her long bushy tail idly patting against the ground as she tilted her head from side to side in a curious manner. Both of their attention was abruptly to another booming flash of thunder outside. The downpour worsened. Both knew they had a long time ahead of them inside the cave until the rain stopped.... ---- Its orders were to search the area, while at the same time staying unseen and inconspicuous. The area was vast and expansive however, with trees, rocks, and water spreading out from everywhere it could see below as it soared on the winds with it's massive leathery wings over the cliffs of the mountains, to the surrounding forest area. It searched for most of the day, and as the rain and darkness crept in, it hindered it's progress, but not halt it. There was a metal collar with a small lens attached to a circle in the middle; a camera around it's burly neck and a afew skinny wires that ran up from it along the sides of it's head to attach to the inside of the webby lobes on the sides of the creature's head. Inside the earset the creature could hear a voice giving detailed information. <> The large creature gave a low growl. <> A long, low sounding growl came in seeming response. <> The sound that came from the enormous winged beast this time was close to a gruff snort. <