A Little Hungry 10 By GhenKai, Veggittova@yahoo.com Insane Restoration Disclaimer: For read ONLY by those 18 and up. WARNING: This chapter is rather different from the rest, taking a dark turn, and containing a significant amount of graphic gore. So think twice before continuing, and please do not read if such material offends you. --- Grave damage could be seen all about the underground falls from the dragon creature's final attack. The dragon-like creature allowed himself a small exhale of satisfaction. Despite its otherworldly appearance, his mind was quite keen. Their last encounter taught both him and his guide, that despite being born and bred to woefully overpower all supernatural foes, there was something out there that could match him blow for blow. The creature recognized that she was far different from the many supernatural creatures he'd destroyed. Far stronger, especially on the traditional nights of the full moon. Her physical strength and agility matched up to his own. The dragon dubbed her 'QueenWolf' in his mind. It was through excessive practice and the sharpening of his fighting abilities did he managed to beat her, the development of his lethal white flame being it's clinch. It was extremely rare that he faced another being that was so strong, quick, and powerful... was there more like her? --- Another night, another dollar. The white suited worker sighed to himself as he stood out in the back of the plant, taking a puff from his cigarette. It was pretty much the easiest job in the world; keeping the machines in working order with the others and monitoring everything with the others he worked with. Tonight things were working smoothly as usual at the 'Crystalline Waters' building, where they bottled and sold pure mountain water they harvested and purified from the mountains and the nearby river. He was scared out of his wits when he heard a sudden echoing crash from the mountains. Looking in the direction, he could see nothing, at first. Before he could chide himself for getting so uppity, his eyes caught a glimmer of light through the bushel of the trees. The light quickly got stronger and easier to see, causing a warm draft, until he realized that something was heading straight for him. The trees in the way of the arcing light incinerated into kindling in a snap. Thankfully the light arced upward in the air, the enormous stream of light searing overhead 200 feet above him, yet he could feel the blazing heat even then, washing over him and taking the chill out of the night air for a number of frantic heartbeats. Soon at a couple of miles above the earth, what looked to be a white star soared through the night sky. A man on a camping trip with acouple of his friends gazed up in time to see the wisp of light flash by. While they argued over how far to venture into the forest, he silently made a wish. He found his wish granted when they finally, as per the wish, 'shut the hell up'. Night animals scurried back into their hiding spaces and homes at the passing of the streaking flash overhead. The searing light of the earthbound 'shooting star' seared through the air over the mountains and forest, to inevitably crash down like a bomb in the spacious countryside. --- Waves of vertigo swept over Johnathan as he was whisked away by the powerful current like a child's ball in a stream. It was the ultimate emphasis of an uncontrollable force, carrying him away no matter how much he struggled against it's simple, overpowering nature. Trying to bring his head above the waves soon showed to be an almost useless waste of energy, small tidal waves of mountain water also flooding onto him from above out of large metal pipes around him. His bruised bones were given no solace as his body randomly crashed into walls. Suddenly he felt himself slam against something hard. Fear went up a notch as his mind tried to instantly calculate what it could be that he hit. Rocks? Concrete? No, too smooth and rounded... metal, it was metal.... bars! It was a gate of large solid metal bars that'd halted his uncontrolled momentum. This was bad he knew, because that dragon creature could be swimming after him right now. Anxiously he began to squirm and wriggle against the bars, hoping that they were spaced out far enough to allow him passage. The bars were about 12 inches thick around, but placed just over a foot apart, giving him just enough space to successfully weasel himself through. Tiredly holding onto one of the metal bars to keep his head above the stream, John coughed up a stomach full of water, the fierce current continuously fighting to sweep him away. Idly he glanced up at the damage done to the huge dank tunnel. He felt like he was front seat to an unrated scifi/horror movie that would end all scifi/horror movies. A petite female, who changed to a werewolf that was 'large' in every meaning of the word. Sometype of lizard beastman who was just as huge and shooting waves of melting infernos from it's mouth. That'd killed the werewolf Parra. It's always different when you're in the driver's seat. Looking at the upper walls, he could see the large hole made into the rounded ceiling's right corner, the steaming, molten rocks still smoking and glowing on the edges, the melted storm pipes draining gallons of water onto the various platforms that were still standing inside of the long tunnel. Looking down the tunnel, the exit seemed very far away, so far that it looked to be nothing but a dark speck in the distance. Johnathan soon realized he needed to get out of this cold mountain water, trying to figure out a way back onto one of the platforms. After a moment of frantic scanning, he spotted what could possibly be a ladder riming from the side of the far right wall. Problem was getting over to it without getting swept away by the fearsome current. An ominous CLANG redirected his attention to the gate he was holding onto, something large slamming up against it and almost causing him to lose his own grip. His mouth opened in shock as he realized what hit the bars, his fears confirmed when he saw a large grey clawed hand reach out and grab one of the poles, scrunching it up slightly in it's grip. His body went numb as the creature pulled its head up from under the waves of water like an alligator floating to the surface, glaring at him with his eerily shining eyes. All the policeman could think about now was getting away from that thing, a wish that was easily granted as the rushing waters carried him off without remorse. His drifting was far worst this time as he was lanced with pain at random moments, his leg scraping against a broken pole underwater or bouncing off of the side of the concrete wall or the stone pillars that held up the larger platforms. Worst, he hadn't gotten a good breath of air before being swept away. Struggling vainly to surface for just a mere fresh gasp, he had to steel his resolve not to give in to the growing reflex to inhale the raging cold water around him while being bounced and scarred by pieces of rock, concrete and metal. He couldn't hear when the metal bars squelched and broke open, allowing the dragon creature to pass through, swimming towards him through the dark blind waters. He felt his flesh and body being pulled and suctioned at, changing his direction of momentum from the powerful streaming motion of the flowing water. His shoulder crashed hard into the concrete wall before he felt himself abruptly pulled to another direction, sucked into a giant tunnel. His fight against his instincts was rapidly fading as he took his first inhale of water, the gag reflex finally overwhelming him. Opened or closed, his eyes only met darkness. Consuming him... suffocating and filling him... Leading him to his final rest. --- 8:05am. He shoved another cluster of Bar-B-Q potato chips into his mouth, before checking his watch again for the 52nd time within the past 8 hours. He was anxious to know the conclusion, his impatience apparent by the way the butt and head of his pen rapped continuously against the table. Staring on at the blank screen infront of him, he mechanically reached over to grab another handful of chips out of the nearby extra large bag, only to touch air. The muffled sound of potato chips crunching made him groan and look up from his seat at the devourer of his precious junkfood. "Damsel... I told you already; go and get your own!" He was casually answered with the sound of more chips crunching, followed by a bag crumpling up and being tossed through the air, ruffling audibly as it touched the inner rim of the trash bag of the garbage can and sank in. The man chewed on his bottom lip in annoyance. "You know there's an entire sub-basement full of assorted junkfood." There was a low rumbling growl. "...Half a bag does NOT equal 'almost empty' in human standards." She smirked in a way only a giant dragoness could before she leaned over to gaze at the grey static continuing to fuzz on the screen. Her height peeked off at around 11 and a half feet tall from head to toe, err... mane to talon. Like D4, she was of a Draconic look, and a mighty one at that as her muscles stood out large and proud, about a third the size of the male counterpart, all wrapped within a very feminine frame. Her wings were draped around the front of her body like a cloak, the small strong wing hands clasped together over top her large swelling breasts. Like the male dragon, rimming the sides of her lower arms were a pair of spines on each arm, extending out past the elbow, and a another duel set extending out at the sides of her knees. A final pair of horns extended out in a swept back 'V' motion following the structure of her smooth face and muzzle. Her eyes were shimmering green irises with black scleras surrounding them. Also like D4, her shimmering, aqua-blue scales seemed to be closer in look to human skin, smooth and flawless in their pattern across her body, unable to tell by the naked eye which one stopped and which began. Shiny billowy dark purple mane of hair that hung down behind her head that seemed to sprout from the style of a widow's peak. Her long, thick tail waved carelessly with the rhythmic motion of a snake as she looked on at the monitor. She was a mature Draco'nin female. Usually anyway. "No, nothing as of yet. I'm actually beginning to get alittle worried..." Damsel glanced over at him. "Well, just a tad. He is now a 3rd rank Draco'nin, thanks to the development of his breath strike. NOTHING is standing up to that..." He looked over at the fuzzy monitor, and sighed briefly... "Including the communicator bands he wore, obviously. He'll need a more resistant set made for him now. Remember what he did to that tank, and the hillside behind him. But, the only problem is that, if missed..." A soft rumble came from the throat of the female Dragoness. The man exhaled. "I hope your right... but we don't know that for sure." She simply pointed to the one of the other monitors within the room. They both watched as a streak zoomed across the screen, before a familiar dragon landed atop one of the castle towers. --- "And finally, the bitch is out of our hair." 'Bitch' of course being used in it's original meaning for a 'female dog'. In the cool air of the morning sun, the man and the two large dragons stood atop the castle. Both he and Damsel were busying themselves tending to D4's numerous wounds, wrapping them in a gauze specially medicated to help advance the healing process for his kind. He gave a whistle at the sight of all the deep slashes lining his body, most of them by now cleaned and clotted up. "She gave you one hell of a fight though, that's for sure. But, it was the last one." The sound of a curious light rumble came from Damsel as she mended a wound that stretched across his barreling chest. (What took you so long to get back?? ) "Yea 'Dard', what did take you so long to get back here after the fight? Were your wounds that terrible? Or did your flame drain really drain that severely?" The large dragon gazed down at the small man. They were silent for a series of moments. The man soon knew everything. With these creatures, the Draco'nin, they have a very special ability. After a period of time, they develop a type of special telepathic bond with their human guides. Despite their beastly appearance on the outside, the Draco'nin are an exceptionally smart race of creatures. << There was a man with her. Human... but they seemed to be very close by way of her actions. She was protecting him from me Warren. After the battle, he ran. I tried to catch him, but I lost him in the underground waterways. I searched the area, but it became difficult after the humans came looking to see what had happened...>> The man frowned, turning up his lip. "Do you think he's still alive?" The dragon looked away. <<...No idea. He wore the tattered outfit of a policeman, if that helps. >> The man sighed. "Great, if it isn't one thing..." He sighed. "Well, no use worrying over it for now. The important thing is that we may have prevented a potential future catastrophe tonight. It's possible she would have inevitably drawn the strongest and most powerful of her kind here from miles for the sake of mating with. I don't know if there is anymore of them out there like her but..." He shook his head, as if he simply waving away the mound of worry that bubbled in his mind. It was all hypothetical anyway. Why worry about something that will never come to be anyway? He turned and headed for the descending steps. "Come on you two, this calls for a celebration! Food, wine... and lots of junkfood." Damsel faintly grinned as she followed the human and her Draco'nin mate down the stairs. --- 5:13pm. "Area secure!" Troops of men dressed in army fatigues stood at attention, spread out across the farmland. Though many thought they were used to their work, a handful of jaws were brushing against the ground when their eyes fell upon sight of the target that brought them out today. The ground sank downward in a crater for 20 meters around, and probably just as deep. The crops of corn that were once within this circle were no more; completely incinerated by the fire that once burned within the hole. And in the middle of this pit, a man dressed in simple, non- descript lab clothing carefully examined the charred, mangled body that lay within. Charred and mangled only give a basic idea of the condition of the giant dead body. Some places were burnt down to the very bone. "Yes, dead as a doornail," he said, talking into headset telephone. "I'm taking samples now of course. It is one of the biggest of these creatures that we have EVER seen. Hell, it comes close to the being one of the biggest supernatural creatures we have even seen PERIOD." He cut away afew follicles of charred, brittle fur, taking a close look with a magnifying lens before he continued on with his work. Though the man merely worked diligently, the emotion bubbling deep within him was like that of a kid locked in a candy store. "This was definitely the handiwork of... well, 'you know who'. No, we could only be so lucky that they would get so sloppy. Then again, you heard the rumors didn't you? Of the 'comet streaking across the hillside?" With grunts of strain, he cut and scraped off samples of cooked flesh, muscle tissue, and bone marrow, and squeezed out drops of crimson blood into separate vials. He ran into abit of a predicament with cutting a still existing claw from one of what would be presumed as a toe. "Yes, ma'am. Frankly, we're lucky enough to find this much. This thing looks like it just walked through hell itself. Our 'friends' must be getting sloppy. But, it could be just the creature we've been looking for. I'll report in later." Taking off the headset phone, he turned to the gathered men in army fatigues. "Okay men, you know your job. Get to it!" --- Barlow Jones had a great weekend. His crops had done very well in sales this year to the production factories. So much so that he was able to take that well deserved vacation he'd been putting off for so long. With a couple of extra cuts in his budget that is. But to spend time with afew old distant friends who lived 8 states away, reminding the 49 year old black man that there was life beyond work, it was worth it. But now, all he wanted was some sleep. The cab driver drowned out the low rumbling snores that came from the black man in the backseat by turning on his radio to a soothing jazz station. Always trying to squeeze as many pennies as possible out of the buck, the cabby took advantage of his passenger's inattentiveness by driving as slow as he might be able to get away with, and taking afew turns that would drag out this already long ride from the airport. "Oh shoot... 'scuse me, sir?" The male driver asked, trying to awaken his passenger. "...Mmm.... ahh... oh, yea! W-What is it?" "We can't go any further." "And why not?" The question was answered with his own two eyes as he immediately spotted the roadblock infront of them consisting detour signs and acouple of cars blocking off the two-lane country road a quarter-mile from his humble abode. "O' what in the ho-ley hell?!" He climbed out of the cab, staring at what looked to be... a pair of military choppers?? Sitting on his property in the distance. Always watch out for the karmic redemption of good times. Grumpy and irate, the bearded man barged up to the pair of men standing beside cars being used for the roadblock. Finding a small army has taken over your own land is not exactly a pretty sight. "Hey! What the hell are you people doing on my property?!" "Please sir, this road is temporarily blocked off for the time." "...Okay, since it seems that you didn't hear my question, I'll ask ah'gin. What the HELL, are you ARMY PEOPLE, doing on ME, BARLOW JONES, MY PROPERTY??!" "And YOU are?" The soldier asked, seriously agitated at the civilian's tone. "Barlow Jones, the OWNER of that farmland y'all are walkin' all over it, like it's yours!" Two steps from showing the annoying civilian his place, the solider Instead took a moment to run the name through his mind. "Oh, Mister Jones sir. An unfortunate accident happened at on your farmland. There's no need to worry, and we'll be off your land as soon as possible." "Accident? What are you talkin' 'bout??" "A prototype military jet crashed on your property just yesterday night. Luckily it landed out here and no civilians were hurt. We are almost done with cleanup, and will be leaving soon. If you sit tight, you will be gi--" In the middle of the army private's words, a stern voice came over his walkie-talkie. "'Cleanup' is complete. Repeat, cleanup is COMPLETE. All are ordered to fallback." "Hey, what do you know? Looks like you weren't a moment too soon." "Yea, lucky me," The 50 year old man mumbled. He never trusted authority figures. But what the hell. Top of his list right now was getting home to 'saw logs'. --- 8:12pm. What a day. Two guards sat back in their seats, their rifles close by. It was a long flight back to home base. What he saw today, was burned into Walters' mind. His eyes again wandered to the giant reinforced steel trunk that sat before him, thinking about what he'd seen placed inside. It reminded him of all the 'Resident Evil' games he'd seen, even played afew times in the past couple of years. The body was huge, simply huge. And weighed close to a ton, even with a significant portion of it's flesh blown away. Whatever this creature had once been, it was unlike anything he'd seen before. But he had. This is what he'd been trained for, along with all the others on this helicopter. For special anomalies such as this. He was apart of 'S. Black-31', one of the deepest underground agencies in existence. He was one of the newest recruits to the agency, though he was said to have handled this better than most other newbies would have. Which would have been to hurl their breakfast across the ground at first glance of the mutilated otherwordly body. Each mission he'd been apart he'd taken in stride. To know that such creatures existed didn't seem to bother him in the least. Atleast on the outside. So now he and the others were on a long 5-hour or so trip halfway into another state and 400 miles out to sea onto a special naval ship vessel. There, the carcass would be examined and studied by the labcoats. His eyes shot open as he thought he heard a creak, but it was only the sound of his rifle shifting against the wall on it's rack. Something about this mission made him increasingly edgy. It was not like he'd never seen anything similar to this, no. But he'd never felt this way before. Something about their newest 'extraordinary' cargo kept him on edge, especially as night crept in. He turned his head to stare out the window and get his mind off his rambling thoughts. What was it they caught? He wasn't too clear on this one, something about a tipoff on an escaped experiment with a guy named 'Sten' or somethin, along with a number of sightings about a 'shooting star'. They were warned that this thing would be strong if they met it. But they were wrong; it wasn't strong, it was dead. He forced himself to ignore the sound of the creak this time. Damn gun was gonna have him jumping through the roof at this rate. He heard the creak again, but this time he realized that it was emanating from the wrong place. His M16A2 rifle was on the right wall. The creak had came from... A drop of cold sweat ran down his cheek as he calmly stood up and unstrapped his rifle from it's rest. He stared on at the giant steel coffin, taking a glance at the door as he planned an escape attempt in last resort. Juuuust in case. He knew he was not hearing things now as he heard the same creak again, and it came from the oversized trunk before him. Whatever that might happen, he was pretty confident he'd make it. That corpse inside had a snowball's chance in hell of getting free. The trunk was over 12 feet long with 5-inch thick steel on all sides. Eight large, heavy-duty electrical locks brimmed the opening side. And if all else failed, he would fill it's brain full of hollowpoint bullets. And if things became desperate, he was 18 paces away from the door. This chopper was specially made to hold such creatures. The walls of this room in particular were lined with double the amount of steel. Once 'Lockdown' was activated, there would be no way in or out. He gritted his teeth. The creak was louder this time. Was it was really alive? But it was confirmed dead not too long ago... wasn't it? He pressed the comm button on the side wall, talking into the cockpit. "I think we got a situation here..." --- Pain. Unbounding, mind-stripping, welcome, soothing pain. The warning signs of revival, rebirth. For hours, flesh knitted, rebuilding itself arduously. Muscle tissue gradually and slowly grew over exposed bone. Broken bones ground against themselves, melding and reattaching themselves together. The heart struggled to beat, hard, but almost imperceiveable 'thump' thudding deep within the body every half hour. The mind, after all this time, even with what little amount of pure blood there was sputtering through her body with various important organs damaged and her heart near silent within her chest, it held onto the thread of life with all it's strength, commanding the body to heal itself. So all day, the body had been gradually recovering itself, her very cells in desperate overdrive. Simply stated; she was too stubborn to die. It was only sheer will and luck that it staved off death this long. But it wouldn't matter in the end. She was going to die anyway, as the mind could only hold off it's final rest for so long... the amount of healing required would take a massive amount of energy and time, neither of which her body had. Until now. --- She stared on through the lens of the microscope. With the ceiling lights completely blown, a bright controlled lamp light shined down upon her, giving her the light she needed to work with. Since the first night, she became obsessed with finding out as much as she could about what she might be, what she might be turning into. All of her senses since the first night were inflamed, and she had been reborn. It was as if her world went from black and white to full technicolor. There was also a feeling of something deep within bubbling to the surface, of a raw... power... that excelled beyond normal comprehension... She gazed closely into the microscope at the blood sample from the vial. With unaided vision, she could see that just faintly, the blood within the vial seemed to give off just a hint of a sparkle effect. She found out what that was as she stared on now at the blood cells dancing about within the tray under the microscope. Each cell seemed to now dimly shimmer with it's own inner light. It sure wasn't like this before when she and Mr. Sten took a look at it. Perhaps, it had something to do with the newly acquired clarity of her eyes. Or maybe it was the reaction to the call of the complete moon, which was now on the rise outside in the night sky. Maybe it was indeed both. "Why do they glow?" She mumbled to herself in a moment of rapt thought. "Is it because of type of energy or power stored within them? That fuels her strength and the power to transform..." Without warning, something odd began to happen. The cells began to move in a... pulsating motion. They were mutating, changing. Growing. And replicating themselves! Miang gasped as she sat back in her chair, her breath becoming frantic as the faint glimmer of the cells became brighter and stronger flashing in-sync with the rhythm of their own mutations. That's when she felt a tightening feeling within her right hand. Her spite of fear grew several notches when she saw the veins on the back of her hand undulate and throb under the skin. A familiar feeling washed over her; the feeling of something beating within her chest, desiring to break free. "NO!!" She screamed aloud, clutching her right wrist with her left hand as she slumped to her knees on the cracked floor, clenching her sharpening canine teeth as her chest filled with breath after deep breath... --- Cells grew stronger, transformed, split, replicated and divided, drawing out their own hidden energy from a source unknown to all, that was only called out during the nights of the full moon. Their will and energy to repair the body doubled and then tripled. Quadrupled. Information was absorbed by each cell, of the damage done, and how to reconstruct itself. And the brain itself absorbed the knowledge of each cell on their passing as blood gradually began to flow quicker through the body. The straining heart began to pound stronger and faster, like a locomotive grinding it's wheels to begin it's journey from a train station. Why did her body draw out such strength during only the three nights of the full moon? Who knew. It... simply.... did. And so long as mind survived, the body would live. It was the first time she had ever come so close to death. In the darkness of the steel trunk, damaged and dead follicles of hair and fur fell from the body, new ones regrowing in their place. Veins began to run like roadmaps across the rebuilding muscle tissue. Every part of her body was in pain, damaged in some way or another, and every part was being rebuilt. Her bones. Her muscles. Her claws. The glands of her breasts. Her teeth. Her irises of her eyes, nose, the tongue within her mouth, the folds of her ears. Her eyes opened, conscious and breathing once again, her completed body stiff and light, heavy and rubbery all at the same time, with such a maddening migraine that took precedent over all thought. She could not form a complete thought; her brain was rubbed raw from the hours of blaring signals of anguish that lanced through it, fighting hard to recover the body despite the extreme lack of oxygen and flowing blood. The body now only needed to replenish the extreme amount of energy it used to revive. If only it were that easy. In light of the great strain it was in to heal, nothing would halt the annual transformation... With absolutely no control over it, her muscles creased and bulged once more, and began to swell larger with pure physical power, quickly taking up what room there was within the crammed confinement. A ravaging migraine thundered in her head. Blurred images of her last breath hours ago flooded her hazed memory. Instinctual, maddening rage pounded like a piledriver. Desperate, savage aching exploded. The carnal force of nature known as Parra, could only see red. --- Walters and two other soldiers stood in wordless silence, loading and checking over their weapons, then aiming them ready dead straight at the steel trunk. Random thumps came from inside it sporadically for the past 10 minutes. Whatever it was in there, was supposed to be dead. It WAS dead. But not anymore, obviously, in any case. The thumps became fiercer and louder by the moments, something inside growling menacingly. A chill ran up their spines as those growls transformed into howling roars. Something was banging on the walls of the steel coffin, wanting freedom. Fat chance in that. So he and the others hoped... In darkness, she grew larger and more powerful by the moment, gaining pounds upon pounds of immensely dense mass by the moment. She dug her lengthening claws into the bottom of the steel trunk in a spasm, her already large fingers thickening and elongating as her furred forearms bulged. Sinew split, grinded and flared all across her pulsating body, her treetrunk legs expanding outwards by each breath. She was quickly running out of room within the large box. She could feel the ends of the boxes as her head and feet pressed harder and harder into the top and bottom length of the trunk, the red claws decorating each toe of her enlarging feet scratching and shearing at the cold metal as they too expanded. Her swelling breasts pressed against the roof the trunk with growing pressure, the firm, fur-covered mounds flattening themselves against the adamant steel. With no place to go, her powerful arms and legs were pinned tightly to her sides as her struggles against her crushing confinement grew along with her unyielding body. Unwilling to be closed in within the claustrophobic environment any further, she arched her back, stretched and flexed her entire body at the same time her body drank in another huge leap in strength. The four men outside watched in stunned silence as trunk SCREECHED like nails on a chalkboard, with a number of lumps suddenly appearing all over the outside of steel tomb. The top of her head placed heavy stress at the front of the trunk as did her clawed feet at the back. The bulging, growing triceps of her arms pressed hard enough against the sides to distort the steel, as did her pillar-like thighs and her two large breasts when her pectorals pumped twice as large in a half second, the firm mounds were willing to compress themselves no longer against the cold steel, and took on a firmness even harder than that of it's entrapment. With the howling wail of bending metal, two large parallel humps at the top of the trunk gradually grew out of the once flat metal as time passed, distorting the large '247' painted on over the top, growing higher and higher with each strong breath of the beast inside. With each heartbeat, the raw power her body possessed stacked to the point where her nipples, now erect at twice their already startlingly large size from the touch of the cold steel squirming against them, grudgingly tore free through the top. Like missiles calmly rising out of closed silos they ascended with loud, ear-jarring creaks, leading forth the dual set of mammaries. The blood rushing through her veins forced those teats and the areolas based around them to throb thicker and harder with each fading second. Even louder creaks followed as the bulges on the side of the metal formed into massive arms as the metal peeled and broke defiantly away, large clawed hands frantically tearing away at the tough steel like paper. Her toes were the first to peek through the bottom half of the coffin before the rest of her feet quickly followed with each twitch and squirm, until the powerful female creature stomped both her feet through. The wild, wriggling movements of her giant legs shredded through the what was left of the sides of the trunk, a couple of locks bursting apart far too late to allow her body the space it was already giving itself as she moved her lower body around through the steel like it was molding clay. Still growing to her peak height, she roared thunderously as she waded around and ravaged the defeated trunk, sitting up and making her way to stand even as the top of the steel case that was now half pierced through by her twin furry mammaries came up with her, folding violently as it was wrenched apart from the last of the heavy locks with a series of sizzling pops. Even as she moved, the three soldiers had just enough mind to fire their guns, riddling the exposed back of the creature, shooting through the billowing wild mane of neon-red hair hanging down it's back in hopes of immediately putting down the creature in it's tracks, but to no avail. Besides grabbing her attention. In a very negative way. Ripping apart the annoying steel trunk top hanging from her immense furred mounds one swift motion, she immediately leapt into action. Her mind was muddled to all other thoughts except for the simple and most primitive. The migraine raged in her head like a piledriver, fueled with an unexplainable anger she did not care to try to comprehend but only embraced, thumping like a massive piston on the walls of her maddening mind. The four soldiers continued to fire their rounds; to hell with precision aiming. The initial plan was to simply give just enough shots to the head to take it down. The walls were reinforced within this section of the chopper, so they had little worry about in the ways of damaging the chopper. Two of the men braced themselves as they wrapped their trigger fingers around the hammer of their M203 attachments. The 13-foot creature was shrouded instantly in the cloud of explosive debris as a pair of 40mm shells shot from their grenade launchers. Fire immediately ceased as everything became silent within the armored room. They choked on their own spit when two blinding red eyes pierced through the dust and lunged toward them. Flaring her claws out on her right hand to their normal 5-inches to a complete 1 foot reach, they became nothing more than a shining streak through the air as they cleaved through the closest man of three like a razor through hot cheese. Bone, sinew, and all were sliced through, and the unfortunate soldier was split from neck to lower torso into 6 segmented pieces, his broken gun falling to the floor in a loud clatter. The combination of the rain of tickling bullets and grenades continued to smash against her futilely as she moved like the wind around the storage space of the transport chopper. With a window-shattering roar, one tightly clenched large fist ended another terrified life as it came down with more force than a wrecking ball, his head exploding into fragments as the rest of his body was crushed into the unrelenting floor like a crushed egg from the sheer strength of fatal blow. Fortunately, he never felt a thing. Stained in their comrade's blood and quickly realizing the fated end to their situation, the last two sprinted for the exit door. Only one made it as with another swift, flawless movement that made the transport chopper shudder from the hard shift in such weight, the third one was pounced upon, all of her ample weight crashing down atop of him. He was instantly crushed by over twenty-three hundred pounds of savage fury. The chopper trembled violently and shards of flooring flew in all directions as the raging werewolf furiously pounded on what after the first two blows, was no more than a body that resembled a splattered bug on a windshield. --- The solid steel door banged shut, the rebars of the locks clamping secure into their latches as the lone soldier made it out. "We need to land this fuckin' crate NOW!" Walters yelled, adrenaline pumping through his body so fast he could hear his own blood roar in his ears, "That, that THING is going to kill us!" He noticed the pilot on the communicator, probably making contact with the escorting helicopter ahead of them. "There's no place to land!" The pilot shouted, "Nothing but trees and hills! I'm having enough trouble trying to keep this thing straight," Another shudder vibrated through the chopper, "Something heavy is throwing it's weight around back there!!" "NO SHIT." Walters growled as he jammed another clip into his gun, as futile as he knew it would be against that revived beast. Even worst, he lost the last two shells for his grenade launcher attachment during his haste. "This IS NOT a time to play it safe!" Walters yelled in frustration, "MAKE a spot then!!" "You guys got the fuckin' guns!!" The co-pilot chimed in, "Don't tell me that--" The hotheaded co-pilot could not finish his sentence before the entire cockpit trembled with the sound of screeching metal breaking open. All three men got a glimpse of a pair of clawed hands coated in red, knife their way through the separating wall and into their territory. The inferior solid steel was then torn open from the otherside by those hands. Even before it was completely exposed, Walters sprung into action, firing away at growing crack in wall. Shots ricocheted around the compartment, indenting into the metal walls and floor, and piercing flesh. The wrong flesh. Every shot either shattered in a smear of metal or bounced off either her impregnable furry body as she stalked toward them, or the walls around them. The pilot went limp as one spiraling lump of metal lodged itself through the side of his head. Another two shots later planted themselves into Walters' mid left thigh, dropping him to the floor and losing the grip on his useless gun. The chopper sank forward, the sight of a rocky cliffside greeting them as the co-pilot shakily fought to gain control. He felt that bottomless pit of despair swell into a canyon as he saw the equipment infront of him sparking wildly from the riddles of bullet holes imbedded into the control panel. The out of control chopper dipped further downward, screaming through the air, and everything not bolted down besides the hulking beast before them fell for the front of the chopper. Walters winced as the back of his head smacked against the back of the pilot chair, a small pain compared to the one in his leg. The maddening giantess werewolf held her ground, her steps banging hard against the metal floor as the claws of her toes, along with the toes themselves buried deep into the solid floor on each step, anchoring the powerful beast securely. He stared into those blaring, raging red eyes, residing himself to his inescapable fate. A wave of errie calmness washed over him after doing so; he always expected that one day his life might end like this, in this dark and secretive job of his. The co-pilot however obviously did not have the same ideals in mind as he was fighting pointlessly to open his jammed door, as if he would somehow survive the crash into the side of the cliff if he was outside the chopper instead of within. Still, with mere seconds of life ticking away as the beast loomed over him with another ear piercing howl of sheer pain and fury, a clawed hand raised above her head, he hoped that in the next life if he had one, he would listen to his intuition. --- A fireball lit up the night sky as the carrier chopper crashed into the solid cliffside. The pilot and gunman in what looked to be an Apache attack chopper watched in dismay as chunks of flaming metal rained down onto the vacant road below. The pilot, codenamed 'Beamer' hastily spoke into his comm radio. "H.Q. this is R. Escort 1, carrier chopper is down. Repeat, carrier is down. We see no survivors. Over." "Understood, a second Recon team is on the way to retrieve--" "Wait," The backseat man, code-named 'RedGun' said suddenly, "I think I see something moving in the wreck..." "What? I don't see anything RedG-- ...wait, I think I... Umm, Beamer, do you see what I see?" "The speck down there walking among the flames of the wreckage?" "Yes." "Nope. And there goes any chance to get off early..." "RedGun to H.Q.," RedGun spoke into his radio, ignoring the offbeat sarcasm by the pilot, "Something is moving within the wreckage. Request for path of action, over." "DESTROY THE TARGET. THAT IS FIRST AND ONLY PRIORITY, ESCORT 1." They didn't need to be told once by the assertive voice over the communicator as they armed all weapons and took aim. "Roger that." --- With the blazing wreckage behind her, she slumped to the ground, holding her head so tightly that her own claws scratched hard enough at the skin to draw blood. Her teeth were clenched tightly as she growled at the painful, throbbing feeling in her head, and a painful strain she felt emanating through her entire body, like it was trying to do something it could not. And then within her primitive mind, she now realized something amidst the loud, clattering, agonizing fog in her head... The roar of the 'demon'. That 'demon' blared forth, and the road around her exploded in hot flame. She felt hot rock fist sized something's smash irritably across her body, striking holes and cracks into the pavement. A pair out of three of the incoming hellfire missiles smashed dead-on into her torso, sending her crashing into the cliffside, wrapped within a giant, blazing fireball. Stunned numb by the explosion, this only added on to her growing aimless fury, and gave focus. That fury seemed to give just enough to her body to allow it to accomplish the goal it was straining for. She fell to her hands and knees on the sweltering, broken concrete, her chest tightening like a rubber band stretched to it's limit. The same pain then lanced through every muscle in her body, locking her into her position on all fours. Deep striations appeared all across her massive body, fibers of muscle tightening uncontrollably underneath the thick fur of hers that was now being futilely licked by the surrounding flames. At the same time, her thick, strong bones were trying to extend, and force themselves forward. Her body seemed to be on the verge of crushing in on itself, and exploding outward within the same moment... but it didn't. Her tail shot straight out in as the steel-cable striations disappeared in an instant, a muffled thud like a smothered grenade going off within her as every group of muscle burst forth powerfully within an instant, even the nips atop her chest and clitoris that was once hidden within the thickened folds of her virginal mound, beating heartily with tiny veins lanced around it. Each pair of abdominals, one after another, jumped forth with such fierceness and vigor, it was audible to the ears. The sound as a mixture of crushed aluminum, breaking glass, and the muffled report of a handgun. A new layer of muscle fiber seemed to have suddenly, and near instantly grown across her body, as she fell to her side in great pain from it all. Moments afterward, those muscles then began to shrink slowly and gradually, compacting themselves. Strong muscles that could tear steel loudly crunched inward with every passing heartbeat, the bones also hardening and strengthening to handle the sheer pressure placed on them from the newly acquired mass. When it finally ended, her body had returned to her former size and glory. When the immense pain across her body finally died down to a manageable level, she rose... and howled. --- "No sign of the creature," RedGun stated, pilot and gunner both looking hard into the inferno on the roadway, looking for any deducible sign of abnormal life. "Returning to b--" A deafening roar sounded out through the air for miles, the windows of the Apache bursting into a web of cracks. The gunner and pilot were shaken horribly, especially for the fact that they could hear the powerful bellow through even the beating of the chopper blades and their own earmuffs. They knew whatever was down there, they just pissed it off bigtime. "Impossible! That's just... that, that was an anti tank miss-!!" "Forget about that RedGun!! Shoot every scrap of hardware you have at it!" "Aiming! Damn it's...it-- TAKE US UP!!" The chopper raised up just in time to avoid the whirling hulk of roadbed hurled at them. The broken chunk of street the size of a garage spiraled on for another quarter mile before it lost momentum and crashed into the thick forest below. "I don't think it liked what we did to it earlier! It's on the move, and coming this way!" "Got it covered!" RedGun yelled back as he fired off the chain gun and missile launcher at their swift target. But every shot was just a split second too late as their target leapt over the mangled guardrail and sprinted down the steep rocky hillside into the thick of the trees. 'Beamer' blanched as he eyed his radar. "Oh sh.... it's right below us!" "Move! Move!!" "It's moving everywhere we do; it's anticipating our movements!" "Move HIGHER then!!" "I've been doing that!! But relax, we're over 2000 feet high now, and I'm getting us out of here right now. We can't take that thing. Whatever it is down there... it's unstoppable..." "... Right. I'm calling in to H.Q. I don't get enough for this crazy top secret, Frankenstein sh--" *THROOOM* The entire chopper shook as if something huge hit it it's tail. Something did of course. The Apache chopper went into a wild spin as it sank toward the ground in an insane tailspin, crashing through the trees and to the ground below with the female werewolf in tow. With a berserker rampage, the raving beast tore into the metal 'demon' piece by piece, throwing it's bits everywhere on the landscape. Those pilots of that chopper realized they just might be the only sole survivors of this hellish jaunt as their ejected cabin floated down with open parachutes, 50 yards away from where the chopper frame crashed down. That is, if they could run far and fast enough while it tore at the useless chopper, howling with a type of furious vengeance. --- Her lips kissed the cool, refreshing water as she drank. Though the height of the boardwalk made it tougher to reach the water, with alittle ingenuity and the use of her fluffy tail, she hooked the deceivingly strong anatomy around a stalky chain pole in order to hang over the side far enough to quench her thirst. Obviously even the weakest parts of her body had an abundant amount of strength to it under the moonlight. After drinking her fill, Parra stared on at her reflection rippling over through the surface of the water, her eyes lingering on her cheek. Her red, bloodstained cheek. Letting her tail go slack, her immense body splashed into the water of the coastal docks. Floating afew feet below the surface, her red mane of hair loosened and billowed about within the cold, relaxing water, the strands fluttering around her entire upper body delicate and light. The blood, grime and oil coating parts of her silky fur washed out easily enough with the stroke of her hands, but the scent would linger with her for a long time to come. The scent of human blood. After a primal hunting feast, her enormous hunger being the key to the mindless rage, now viciously quelled, she walked along the roadside for the past couple of hours until she ended up at the harbor. She remembered everything she'd done in the past couple of hours. It all happened so fast. She was feeling deep, strong emotions that she'd never felt for such a long time. Terrible runaway emotions, that scared even her. And now, emotions that she tried to amend that she didn't need to feel about what she did. It wasn't working. She remembered awakening with great, overwhelming pain in the darkness. Intense pain quickly deepened into a type of insanity. She broke free of her dark confinement, and lashed out at anything that moved in a blind rage that she could not control, or even think to control in the first place. She wondered whom those men were that she saw. They attacked futilely, desperately trying to save their own lives, and she killed them without conscious. Atleast initially. She did not know how to feel, how to let herself feel. She'd never killed in such a way before, and never a human until now... She gazed down at her body as she floated below the surface of the water. She felt... different now somehow. Better than before even. Like a new beast, filled with a new sense of strength and power. Peering down over her broad shoulder, she clenched her left hand tightly, watching the massive forearm bubble with immense might. Her clench became tighter, a small assortment of veins rising to the top of her bicep muscle, swelling it near twice as large as it was just a moment ago. She reached her hands up to her bulbous mounds, and she rubbed them gently before cupping them firmly, feeling their mass and weight. They felt somehow firmer, heavier, more dense and packed. The feeling was mimicked through her entire form. Her hands slowly roamed down across her waist, which still gave off, compared to the rest of her body, a considerably thin hourglass figure. Those clawed fingertips journeyed around to the cheeks of her rear, feeling large, firm and round, as always. The idle wash of the calm waters were drowned out in her ears by the sudden sound of grinding tendons and blood vigorously rushing through her whole self as she tensed and strained her entire body. She felt her furry breasts lift themselves higher to the point of almost entirely obscuring her own field of vision, the plates of thick muscle underneath those mammaries expanding to thrust out her chest obscenely. Her furred thighs and calves ballooned outward with a bronzed authority, triceps filled large with new strength, and her entire female form swelled so rapidly into a hulking mass of raw power, the calm surface of the water shuddered a touch violently for a brief moment. Her clawed hands gripped her mounds tighter, pressing them to her chest as they fought to hold their ground like warm fuzzy steel, pressing tightly against eachother. Though she was just alittle bigger than normal during this flexing motion, she could feel, and sense it with the beating of her heart, that she had somehow grown much stronger and tougher now than ever before in her life, with only acouple hundred pounds added to her weight. Though strange and very unexpected, she should feel elated about her new-found, surging strength. But she wasn't. The emotionless rampage she went on afew hours ago after her awakening... truly scared her. She felt so empty within. Aimless. And the voice deep within her, that tried to lead and guide her, was silent. That scared her most of all. It was not unlike... losing a friend. Now clean, Parra climbed back up onto the boardwalk, taking a moment to shake her fur and mane free of dripping water before she walked out into the dark, vacant streets of Harlor Coast. Everything was coming back to her that'd happen in the past few days. Especially the previous night. The adventurous journey... the attack by the demon... the painful battle... the engulfing white light... the PAIN! ....And finally..... darkness. Silence.... Peace. ...Pain. Revival. Pain. Fury. PaiN. Hunger. PAIN!! ...Guilt. Sorrow. CoNfUsIoN. She fell to her knees in the middle of the street with a hard thump, shaking her head wildly, growling noisily at her rampant thoughts running unchecked through her head. In an echoing roar, she let out all of her frustration slamming her curled fists down into the pavement as hard as she could. *Sh-BOOOOM* Kneeling within the center of 60 feet of busted tarmac, she pounded and smashed the ground with all her frustration and anger, creating tremors through the street and expanding her circle of chaos. A pair of streetlights snapped from off their wires and crashed to the ground, a fire hydrant in the distance shot into the air, spouting gallons of water, and acouple of crosswalks tipped over and fell to the ground as she laid down on her side in the middle of all the rubble, exhausted from her tantrum. ....He was dead.... A heavy pang of despair crashed over her like a ton of bricks. She was nearly killed last night by that demon. She was surprised that she was somehow still alive. But what about the human man she had with her... he was probably... undoubtfully, killed by the demon as well. Maybe he got away? As much as she wanted to believe that, she just could not accept it. She had failed in her battle, and his life was forfeit. She growled again, shaking her head to rid herself of the new onslaught of brimming emotions. What was this strong attraction she had to a simple stranger? ...It felt good to be around him. And he was nice. It had been so long since she was able to closely interact with a human again. Her common interaction, when there was any, was usually caked with fear and cowardliness as they fled. Though it felt good in to have such of respect, it also made her... lonely. Just a little. But there was something more... there was a reason for the sudden attraction... but, what was it? WHAT WAS IT?! Everything that had happened in the past couple of days... everything that happened this night... Tiny drops trickled from her calm, red eyes, sliding down her furry face. Tears. Life was so simple until now. She didn't have to deal with such tormenting problems and confusion living in the forest. She rolled onto her back, staring at the bright, round moon as she wiped away her tears. The gush of the fizzy fluid from that can as it washed into her mouth was so sweet and tingly on her tongue. She could still recall the smell and taste of those pieces of tasty morsels he cooked. She remembered above all, the smell of his personal scent that seemed to stand out above all other things... it called to her, drew her near, and make the most intimate parts of her tingle. A small, sulking smile curled up on her lips as her hands crept up to her large, firm mounds atop her chest, gently running her fingers around along the large areolas of her erecting nipples. She recalled the short time ago when she escaped out of that silver metal labyrinth with him squished firmly to her chest. His scent brought out those tingles with such a great intensity a short time after in her three sensitive spots; especially the one between her thighs. Those fingers rubbed harder, sending small spikes of pleasure through her as she continued to reminiscence. But why? Why was she reacting this way to someone she'd only met but so long ago?? As she noticed just what she was doing to herself, she frowned and forced her hands away her breasts. After all that transpired in the past 24 hours, she was not in the mood for any of that. But she could still feel her nipples continuing to throb atop her chest, growing high like twin towers atop a mountain. Despite what she wanted, the body on the otherhand, had other ideas. Instead of the sensations withering, they continued to grow, and she watched her pair of erect teats gradually swell and rise higher atop their individual mountains, a small group of veins feeding directly into the thick areolas standing out from under her fur. Her breathing began to become deeper and erratic as she hugged herself while the feelings intensified. She could feel the cool breeze nip against her thickening clitoris as it faintly peeked from between her swollen vaginal folds. She rolled back and forth across the broken street as for the second in the same day, she was losing all control of her body, this time to an all-too-familiar fire growing deep from within her loins. A fire that she knew was useless to try to ignore. Almost with a mind of there own, her left hand shot down between her now moistened legs, low whimpers and whines coming from her as her fingers delved rapidly into her nether-regions. Tingly hot spikes of pleasure shot through her as her large muscles tensed, rippled, and relaxed in an undulating rhythm as she feverishly caressed her aching clit and urgently worked her fingers inside of herself, repeatedly thrusting out her chest against a rough piece of tarmac all the while. Her nipples brushed hard against the rough cement, sending an almost unbearable sensation through her each thrust and shearing off fragments of granite as they hardened all the more. For 20 minutes, the feeling continued to swell and grow. And grow... and GROW. But never release. Sweat glistened across her silky fudge brown fur as she bucked her hips up and down against the collapsed ground, sending small shudders through the broken tarmac beneath her as she whined out loudly, vigorously drinking in air. She felt like a bomb that wouldn't explode; her mind saturated with one thought and desire. Her lust-ravaged mind was able to figure out that she needed something more... that she needed something.... inside her. Inside her! Seemed like a simple enough idea. Panting deeply, she scanned the area just for something that could go 'inside her', subconsciously looking for long, cylindrical shapes. Her eyes almost instantly homed in toward the pole of a still standing street sign. Before her mind could even give the signal, she immediately bounded over to the sign on all fours, standing up to grasp her hands around the aluminum pole in two places. With a swift clench and pull, the pole was ripped out of the concrete and then torn apart in three different places. What she was left in her clawed hands was without hesitation thrust into her commanding sex. She lurched in a sudden spasm and fell onto her back on the sidewalk after jamming the cold, hollow metal into herself. It was perfect! So hard, and it filled her so completely. Her two hands worked the piece of street pole in and out of herself at a feverish pace as she bucked her hips against the cement. Whimpers and whines of deep elation filled the air as she wriggled and dug her red clawed toes into the cement. She could feel it building on and on, but now there seemed to be a light at the end of to the tunnel. The tube of aluminum was shoved ever harder into her... too hard. The large object within her felt smaller and narrow as time passed, which made her work even harder to bring herself to the much needed climax that was brimming on the edge... but it was slipping away fast. It was then she noticed the long thick metal pole she'd once been working inside her had inevitably been mangled and crushed completely into a short, skinny lump of metal between her legs, completely useless to her needs now. And those needs were still burning brighter than the brightest flame. She panted and writhed uselessly against the concrete, scratching her nails against the tough surface. Her cunt dripping mightily onto the now cracked sidewalk, scarce thoughts flew through her head as she saw that her initial plan go up in smoke. Images of that nice man she met not too long ago once again fluttered back to her mind uncontrollably. Her erratic mind was flying a mile a minute, until it settled onto a peculiar thought... This was one of her worst 'aches' ever, but somehow that man had the cure for her; to bring her release. He was gone now.... but... maybe... She sniffed at the air frantically, pushing away her own overwhelming smell. As she searched for a new scent, her ears suddenly twitched and folded atop her head. She instantly took off through the darkly lit streets. She could clearly hear the familiar smooth roar of a car engine just under a and a half mile away. And where one of those mechanical beasts roamed, so did a human inside, directing them. Frantically dashing and weaving through the dark streets, it was alittle over a minute and half before she caught up the lone speeding Pontiac on the vacant road, practically appearing of nowhere infront of the driver's eyes far too late for him to react. She braced herself as if she were just catching an enormous football, sliding about acouple of feet total before she stopped. Going from 40 miles an hour to zero in the span of a second caused the front of the black '95 GrandAm to fold and crumple up around against her hands and around her pillar-like thighs, despite her attempt at a 'safe stop'. Thank god for seatbelts and airbags. The middle aged African-American male, stunned from the sudden initial stop, was much too out of it to feel the front of the car dip and lurch forward dreadfully as the juggernaut female werewolf hopped atop the hood. Immediately the front tires were blown out from her incredible weight as she hastily stomped her way through the hood, carburetor, and engine block, tearing tubes and grinding metal intimately into themselves and the ground. Her clawed fingers ripped through the ceiling like a bag of potato chips, shattering the windshield. By now the man awoke, looking up in horror at the two piercing red eyes of the giant beast glaring down upon him over it's massive chest. The sheer immensity of the form and meeting such a colossal creature in the dead of night overrode the frantic sweet-sounding whimpers and whines coming from the tall creature. His mind finally clicked into action, taking off his seatbelt, jumping out of the half ripped open door and scrambling down the street with adrenaline fueling his retreat. He didn't make it far of course, before he was suddenly scooped up by a much faster being, being roughly planted between a rock and a harder place as he was pinned hard by his arms against the brick wall of the clothing store. He grimaced in terrible pain from the creature's terrible vice grip, his feet dangling a cluster of feet off the ground. He was held at eyelevel with her, and could feel a mere portion of her abundant weight rubbing against him, her massive unyielding chest grinding hard against his entire upper torso. She was panting fast and deeply, oddly high- pitched, melodic sounds coming from the enormous female werewolf. It was as if she were trying to talk, or communicate with her captive atleast, but all the unfortunate, fearful man knew was that his life may very well end tonight. Impatiently she pressed alittle harder against her hopeful helper, who groaned in response to the increased pressure. Yelling for help never came to his mind; it wouldn't have helped anyway, as there probably wasn't another person for miles and he could barely breathe as is. "Please! You must!! Help me!!!" She would be shouting to him... if she could only speak english. And she was far from getting her needs across to the fearstruck man as hard she tried. Her tail was wagging furiously in frantic delight as she could feel the rough concrete of the brick wall rub against her very sensitive and astoundingly large nipples. The middle-aged man could hear over her frantic whimpers, little chunks of brick crack and tear away from the wall on both sides of him where those two teats were piercing into the wall, rubbing themselves eagerly into the brick, digging out small trenches for themselves into the concrete. Her eyes glazed over as she leaned further into the wall behind them to the point of sending a web of cracks along the wall, crushing him further in-between her tight cleavage space. He could swear he could feel his ribs beginning to painfully bend, the only slack given to him being the wall gradually caving in against his back from the enormous female were's chest. The inevitable came when they both fell forward into the store through the collapsing wall. For the first time, he dark skinned man yelled in pain as his legs from the lower thighs down were crushed under a portion of her abundant weight. Still, she wriggled relentlessly atop of him, swiveling her wide hips and tail erratically in the air, subsequently making the agony worst for the trapped man who was now screaming and acting like a scared animal caught in a bear trap; unsure whether to rip himself free or relax, meanwhile idly pounding futilely on the pair of heavy mounds pinning his legs down and soon her arms as she wriggled up his body. She continued to make those eerie, songful noises. She growled softly in peeking agitation, wanting the small man to do more than yell and tap on her breasts. To do something. ANYTHING!! To get rid this constant burning, pleasurable sensation that was wracking her entire body! She flinched in a gasp, sitting up. Visions again came back to the forefront of her mind. The horrible red visions of the men on that flying contraption imprinted themselves over the face of her potential 'helper', torn and broken. And then they took on even more familiar images, again of people she once somehow once somehow fondly knew. Her lips trembled as she slipped away from the downed man, somehow realizing through those horrid thoughts that she was actually hurting him during her wiles. But she wasn't trying to; she just wanted him to help her...! But... she was... just too strong... dangerous... he ...was not strong enough.... to give her what she desperately needed now... Her seemingly limitless passion forgotten for the moment and tears again aflamed in her eyes, she bounded out of the store minutes before a pair of squad cars in the area arrived in response to the silent alarm that was triggered. --- Sprinting in random directions, down random streets, over random parked cars and through random small buildings, she ran, not knowing how much time was passing, only wanting to forget those images again. But as the memories gradually slipped away, her more immediate need came back to surface, reminding her of the void that was ordering to be filled. A wash of great heat flared from between her legs and throughout her gargantuan body, making her stumble in stride and bounce across the road, winding up sprawled out, laying on her side in the end. And with tears of confusion in her eyes, that instinctual drive she had little comprehension of continued to flow through her body like a wildfire, uncaring of her battling emotions. Her heart continued to beat like a relentless jackhammer within her chest. It seemed as if all her strength was being sapped into one spot, being constantly fed through the two very swollen nipples atop her chest. She wailed to the sky in a weak, mournful howl. In her naiveté, She was far from realizing the truth to herself. Why she sought out a male just now, so desperately. She was maturing, no longer a little girl, nor a young pup. Her body screamed for a mate. Continuing to breathe in deep pants, her illuminating red eyes half opened, she caught sight of something big and dark.... obscured in the darkness from her usually keen eyes. At this point, ten plus ten equaled anything that would help in her book. Her dripping crotch clenched and her clitoris throbbed, fully erected and jutting from between her folds like a thick pink thumb. A small set of veins visibly feeding to her enormous nipples pulsed alittle harder as she stumbled to her feet. Her footsteps weighed unchecked against the ground on every step with none of their usual poise and light-footed litheness, cracking the fragile tarmac on each step as she moved with the grace of a hippo on ice. Glassy eyed, all she wanted now, was for it to be over. Her heart leapt higher than the clouds as she closed in on the still, shadowed creature in the darkness. If she was able to see right, think right, she would clearly see the extremely odd shaping of the 'creature' before her. As it was now however, she was hallucinating of another powerful beast, a special, strong and powerful wolf like her, but of a male gender. In a low soothing, purring growl, she muzzled her cheek against the cheek of the taller figure as she approached it, leaning her weight against it as she knew that 'he' could take it. Almost 14 feet high and painted in a deep black, it was solid 24 tons of cold, hard iron. The large, dark furred, powerhouse male werewolf she saw before her was actually one of large black ship anchors that once held still the battleship USS-Vigilance during it's trips to sea. It along with three others, sat on small monuments on a grassy null at the entrance to the naval docks, in memory of the age-old vessel. But then again, whatever the mind 'sees', the body sees. What she saw, was a lover. Not much time was wasted as she grinded her moist sex against the smooth, rounded hooks of the large anchor, whining gently as she rubbed herself against the stalk of the anchor, her firm mounds parting to allow the stalk to nestle itself between her immense cleavage. She then wormed the smooth hook into her awaiting cunt. The sudden rush of sensation from the steel made her whimper in pure pleasure as she lowered herself as far as she could before the shape of the hook was finally too wide to take in anymore. There was that feeling again! Of being intimately and completely fulfilled, better than that stupid pipe earlier. And this was not hollow, but solid inside and out. It would not crumple, and the coolness of the metal did not deter her passion-idled mind in the least. She began to bob up and down, high on pure ecstasy, gasping and moaning. The longer it went, the sweeter the bliss became on each down stroke. She nibbled at the neck of her 'lover', thrusting her immense body against his 'steely' physique. Her affections freely became stronger and stronger as she relaxed herself and allowed herself to share between them their primal, unchecked strength. Light creaks began to resonate from the heavy anchor from her exertions. The thick poles running from inside the anchor into the ground groaned as they were being loosened and pulled from the foundation. The insides of her massive breasts rubbed tightly against the thick stalk of the anchor as her red clawed toes crunched harder and deeper into the marble stand, followed quickly by the soles of her very feet afew strokes later. Each thrust was at this point gently molding the smooth hook within her tightly clenching inner vaginal walls, bending and smoothing the moisture-soaked hook alittle further than it already was. Her mist-clouded mind could see the great hands of her massive, strong Lover, reaching around her thin muscular waist to drive her down harder still, beckoning with his eyes to give herself to him, heart, soul and all. And she did. ...Then, things got hectic. Her feet drove half a foot into the marble as she albeit manhandled the heavy anchor. The walls of her strong virginal mounds clenched ever more tightly around the smooth hook, each upward movement was jerking the anchor off the small monument, the bolts and pipes designed to hold the giant mass of iron upright bending and snapping violently. The marble foundation shook and shattered more and more as small tremors were created on each downstroke from the mass of the anchor constantly resettling against the monument. It was not at all different from an overpowered jackhammer. And all the while the anchor arduously gave into the pressures against it, crumpling and compressing by the inches. Around the part of the stalk where her mounds squeezed, ear-piercing metal pops and snaps could be heard at that point as she hugged herself tighter to the tall, thick, iron beam. More of the same pops and snaps joined in with the others, insane sounds filling the air around the base of the stalk connecting to the 'U' that creates the double hooks. A muffled cluster of the same sounds also emanated from inside of her own tight silky sopping crevice. The thick iron was being overpowered in several ways by even the softest of her muscles. Any and all of these odd sounds were blocked out from her mind; she only knew what she wanted, and what was moments away... A long howl broke the heavens, calling out through the black night. The call of a queen. Every muscle swelled into full size and strength. The giantess redhaired werewolf stood high as the orgasm she needed so dearly burst forth within her like a dam, ripping the jarred anchor cleanly away from the marble stand and at the same time shattering it in three separate pieces. The stalk hugged between her powerful mammaries flexed and tensed, clenching tighter and tighter to the pole in response to her erupting orgasms... Jarring, creaking sounds crackled in the night air before they were followed by a thundering, collapsing 'CRUSH' a moment later. That 'crush' was quickly followed by another as the base tore away from the hooks, and yet another for a final time as the remolded hook driven deep within her sex snapped off within her. The heavy distorted hook was held tightly within her hot crevice which was splashing loads of clear, sticky glistening fluids onto the pulverized foundation. Whining and hugging herself, the sheer force of her own volcanic release dropped her to the ground on her back, clenching her huge and powerful legs together as she unconsciously plowed her toes deep into the ground-up marble, powerfully thrusting out her pelvis. It was not unlike tiny gratifying bombs going off within her as climax overlapped over climax, spilling more and more of her sweet nectar onto the ground beneath her. It was just over 2 minutes before the blissful dream ended. Parra was completely exhausted, her fur and thick red hair glistening with her own sweat. That was very different from her usual ones. It was so... breathtaking! Literally. And draining. She laid there for afew moments, before she remembered something crucial... The enormous female werewolf sat up like lightning, frantically looking around for the cute and strong, colossal creature she'd mated with. A black pit bubbled in her stomach when she remembered the painful crunching sounds she'd heard moments ago that her mind tuned out or glossed over. That pit grew within her as she tried not to think that she might have crushed her own lover and taken yet another life, this time the most important one of all. She confusedly crawled about, picking up chunks of the once whole anchor, looking it all over curiously and sniffing it with question. A quirky whine came from her when she the puzzle began to come together, and relief like a tidal wave flowed over her as she concluded that she did not hurt anyone afterall. But in someways, that brought a pang of disappointment to realize there was no mate at all for her. She blinked absentmindedly and knelt down, pulling out the hot skinny chunk of metal that was still stuck within her. It was glowing a bright red hue, surprisingly hot from the intense friction her vaginal muscles placed on it, and was now crushed and smoothed out to a fourth of it's original size. She noticed across the ground, other pieces of the iron anchor, particularly the pieces that were squeezed between her mammaries, were also giving off a dim glow as if they'd previously come off a forge. She sniffed it, watching the heat swirl around it before dropping it with the rest of the mess laying around. Still regaining her lost breath, the massive female were then silently reached for another thick chunk of mangled iron. Her naturally glowing red eyes were sullen and almost emotionless as she gripped the metal tighter until it squelched and tore in her fingers. So it was all her imagination. A deep emptiness returned in the pit of her stomach, and for a long time, she simply stared at the ravaged area in silence. The trauma of tonight completely overruled the fun she had through the first two days, and then some. It had only been several hours since her revival, but it was as if weeks of burden had been instantly dumped on her great silky furred shoulders. This was why she spent her time through the years mainly alone and away from civilization. She was emotionally, physically, and mentally drained. She was quickly becoming depressed over the fact that what she thought had finally filled that blank hole in her life, was in reality just a big, lifeless hunk of human-manufactured metal. There was a rumble in her stomach. Oh, goodie. And now she was hungry again. In no rush, she laid back on the grass, breathing in the million scents in the air around her, deciding on which way she would go. Maybe having a binge on the main thing she enjoyed about coming into urban territory for, would cheer her up. Especially that cold, icy-cream-like stuff... *Sniff... sniffsniff...* She could smell the lingering scent of hotdog carts that once traveled the sidewalks, the hundreds of people who strolled the streets during this day and the cigarettes butts they crushed into the sidewalk and grass, the crisp, seawater surging only afew meter from where she lay, and..... ahhh, the all too familiar and alluring smell of cooked ground beef at a nearby fast food restaurant, less than a mile or so away. There was... something else in the air. Another, odd scent... it was extremely faint, but slightly familiar... choosing between her brewing hunger pangs and the new scent, she hopped to her feet and followed the smell. A tingle of hope tickled at the back of her mind. The night was not over yet. ---To be Continued...--- Author's Notes: The rumors of my death have been greatly exagerrated. Though, it took alittle longer than I thought it would to finish this... okay, a lot longer. 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