Lonesome Moon

Editor's note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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My name is Megan Holly. I'm a short, twenty-four-year-old white girl, five-foot-two, one hundred and twenty-eight pounds, short, dyed-blonde hair, beautiful cherub face, lovely green eyes, hourglass body with a beautiful heart-shaped ass, C-cup breasts, dark-pink nipples, bald, gorgeous little dark-pink twat...basically a hot little sex toy for any guy or girl out there looking for a great time, but...I was currently terrified out of my mind.

Sam was with me, and Sam was also a beautiful young white woman like me, though in a different way. Sam was twenty-six and tall for a woman, six-foot, lithe athletic body, beautiful, beautiful face with stunning blue eyes, long, long, silky, black hair, great ass, little B-cup breasts with pert little brown nipples, a hairy snatch with a big clit, twice as big as mine, a pink little penis-shaped head surrounded by brown folds of leafy hood...She was thoroughly fuckable, which was why I had converted her in the first place, but I digress.

Both of us were together, both of us thoroughly nude, huddling together in the pitch black, staring up in terror at the Lady Cloaked in Night. The Lady Cloaked in Night was huge, a giantess, wrapped in a dark tunic that was so dark it actually stood out in the darkness around us, and she had long ebony hair, raven feathers in that hair, and deep, deep pits of darkness for eyes that were in stark contrast to her pale, pale skin. She had her pale right breast bare and free from her cloak, its large round presence something to focus upon rather than the terrifying visage that held her stern, empty gaze.

She spoke to us, spoke directly to our souls, and the secrets she told me sank into the very depths of my being. They were terrible, horrifying secrets, and I didn't want to listen, but I did anyway. I clutched Sam close to me, our bare-naked bodies quivering together in fear, both of us in agreement for once, that agreement being that we did not want to be here, be here in this temple of Night.

I woke up shaking in my bed in the middle of the night. My naked body was underneath my olive-green bedspread, my right hand between my legs, my fingers sticky and wet with my own moist juices. I took a couple of minutes to breathe in and out, in and out in order to calm myself down. That was the second fucked up dream I'd had about the Lady Cloaked in Night, and I was not looking forward to another one any time soon.

Even so, I remembered some things the Lady had told me, and these things were very, very important. They taught me new things, things I needed to know, because the Lady could see through time, and she knew things that were going to be. If that was the case, then I needed to get prepared, and that preparation had to start now.

I got up out of bed, left my bedroom, walked into the kitchen, and opened my basement door. I shut the door behind me, and it automatically locked, but that was no trouble. It could only be unlocked without a key from the other side, but I knew where that key was down here, so that didn't matter. No, what mattered was getting together with Sam, and quickly.

I didn't bother to flip on the overhead light. I could see in the dark due to the powers I now had, so there was a soft silver sheen coating everything around me, including the wooden steps beneath my bare feet.

I quietly walked down the steps so as not to wake Lance, but Sam was already up on her hands, staring at me from her sleeping space over near the east wall. Lance was next to her, but he was sound asleep, hibernating for the time being...He'd had a rough night the night before...It had taken everything he'd had not to kill that little whore bitch of Daniel's, or so I'd gathered. It was difficult to understand him, he being a giant, seven-foot-tall werewolf and all, a beast that basically spoke in snuffs and growls. Whatever the case, he slept next to Sam now, his new bitch, one he'd been exercising his penis in over the last couple of days. He'd found her hairy pussy and lip service just as enjoyable as he'd found my bald cunt and supple tongue.

Sam stared at me with keen blue eyes as I approached her. She could see in the dark, just like me, and her hearing was supernatural in its perception, just like mine. Right now, she was nude save for a pair of light-blue panties...She had taken off the bra I'd given back to her in order to sleep. She was chained to the concrete wall behind her by a large iron manacle around her neck, but I was going to remove that in a second, this time for good. It's what the Lady wanted.

"M...Megan..." she stammered in a whisper. "I had a dream..."

"I know," I whispered back. "I was there. It wasn't a dream...at least, not a normal dream."

"Wh...What?" asked Sam in fearful reply.

I unlocked her manacle with the key I held in my right hand, and then I gently set that restrictive metal collar down in the hay next to her. Sam reached up and massaged the skin of her neck, breathing out a little in relief as she did.

"You're free," I said.

"What?" she asked again.

"You're no longer my slave," I whispered. "That's what she wants."

"What who wants?" asked Sam in a hushed voice. "What's going on? Is this a trick?"

I reached down, grabbed her right arm, and pulled her to her feet. I pulled her close, wrapping my small, slender arms around her narrow waist, and hugged her tightly. She hugged me and held onto me out of reflex, though I knew her feelings for me were mixed. I had fed her late boyfriend to Lance and enslaved her, so there was still a lot of animosity in her aura toward me, but that was going to have to change, and quickly. We had a lot to do, a new life to lead, something so special and important that it was almost too much for me to accept, but I had to accept it. I had no choice.

"This isn't a trick," I replied. "We were both there. The Lady Cloaked in Night has plans for us."

"The...The Lady Cloaked in Night..." said Sam in a quiet, terrified voice. "That was real, then?"

"Yes," I whispered. "She has plans for us, and that means you're going to have to throw away all of your hatred for me and love me instead. I know you hate me, but...you saw what I saw. You heard what I heard. You know I don't have any choice in this."

Sam shook in my arms as she nodded and choked out a quiet sob. She held me closely, my head between her small breasts, and we both quivered in each other's arms.

"I didn't want this," I said as I sniffed, my eyes brimming with tears. "I really didn't...but...I just want you to know that...I really do love you. You're a beacon of hope for me, someone I should emulate, my own role model. It's because of you that...I think we can win."

"You do?" asked Sam in a choked voice.

"Yes," I nodded into her bare chest. "You're free now, but you're not free. Neither am I. That's why we're going to build a new life for you here...here in Lonesome Moon with me. You're now my new girlfriend, and I'll get you a job as a teller at the bank. I'll make an opening for you; don't worry about that. We'll come up with a story as to how we met. Do you understand?"

"Y...Yes," stammered Sam. "I...I did hate you, but...now I know. Now I know why you've been doing all of this...I don't think I hate you anymore...or Lance. I understand, Megan. It's not your fault. None of this was."

"Good, because that makes me happy," I said, and I meant it. "Let's get out of this basement, then. Lance will be fine by himself for now...I was thinking...anyway...that you needed a shower...and so do I. Then we can go back to sleep...in my bed...together."

"Yes," sighed Sam. "That sounds wonderful."

I led her by her right hand in my own left, took the basement key from underneath an old, overturned coffee can, and led her up the stairs, unlocking the door so that we could leave. We stepped into the darkness of my kitchen, and I led her to my small bathroom so that we could get to know each other better, this time in a more sensual, loving way.

We both covered our eyes for a moment as I flipped on the bathroom light, and we stepped into my small white bathroom for some much-needed relief after our shared, harrowing dream. Sam slipped out of her panties and set them aside as we both stepped into the tub, and I closed my garden-print shower curtain after that, fully intending for both of us to enjoy this much needed time together.

I turned on the hot water for the shower and coaxed Sam in next to me. She sighed in contentment as those heated droplets hit her skin, and this made me happy, because I did not have to abuse her anymore.

"I've so needed this," she sighed.

"I know," I breathed out. "Now that I have some sense back in my head, I've realized what a fool I've been toward you. It's difficult for me to...to see other people as anything more than tools. I didn't used to be that way, but ever since this change in me, this change in us, I've...struggled...to empathize. That's probably why I wanted you when I saw you, because you were something I desperately needed, someone who understood compassion and mercy."

Sam ran her long black hair under the water, running her fingers through that wet hair, and I reached down, grabbed my bottles of shampoo and conditioner, and handed them over to her. She stepped out of the running water in order to use a liberal amount of my hair products, lathering her hair up as she did.

"I've had trouble, too," replied Sam. "I keeping wanting to feel grief for Darren, but...sometimes there's nothing there. It's like a pit that opens up inside you and swallows all of your feelings. I was with Darren for a year-and-a-half, and he wasn't always the best boyfriend, but he was still there for me. Now, it's...It's just...Yesterday, I was brushing Lance's fur like you told me, and I actually asked him if my Darren tasted good when he ate him. I called him a 'good boy' and scratched him under his ears. I didn't even catch how wrong that was until after I'd already said it."

"Yeah," I breathed out. "I know. I know what it's like...That's why...That's why I want to enjoy this time with you now, right now, before I forget what this feels like. I'm afraid the next time I forget, I won't ever remember again."

I got behind Sam and placed my wet hands upon her equally wet hips, and she turned her soapy head, looked down at me, and smiled. This warmed my heart, a feeling I'd been missing for quite some time now.

"You really are gorgeous, Sam," I said wistfully. "I've only ever been in love with my Daniel. I've never been attracted to another girl before. It's so weird..."

"You're beautiful, too, Megan," replied Sam, and I could hear the smile in her voice. "I'd kissed a girl before, but I'd certainly never...uhhh...I hadn't ever done anything like what we've done before."

"I know," I sighed. "I knew that the moment I met you."

I dutifully waited as Sam rinsed out her hair, and after she was finished with that, she turned toward me in order to give me her full attention. I took in a choked breath, because the feeling I had inside was...different. I felt really weird, nervous and excited and yearning all at the same time, and I hadn't felt that since the first time my Daniel and I had made love. I was feeling that all over again, but with another woman. It was hard for me to process.

I nervously ran my right-hand fingers over the wet skin of Sam's bare belly, over her belly button, and then down into the dark V of her curly brown pubes. She shivered a little as she ran her wet hands down my shoulders, holding the tops of my arms as she smiled down at me. God, she was gorgeous.

"I'm so nervous," I said, my voice shaky. "It's like I'm losing my virginity all over again, like when I lost it with Daniel...Why is that?...I've fucked the crap out of you before...I don't understand this at all."

"It's love, Megan," said Sam in a shaky voice that rivaled my own nervousness. "I feel it, too. It's strange that I wouldn't hate you anymore, but I feel a connection with you, something I can't resist. It's like we were always meant to be together, since the beginning of time, since before we were born...Do you feel that? Do you feel it like I do?"

"Yes," I said quietly. "This must be why the Lady put us together. A final gift to us."

I sank to my knees as I stared at her gorgeous, hairy, wet snatch. Her big pink clit was poking out from the brown leafy folds of her hood, and I couldn't help but run my hands up her long wet legs to grip her beautiful ass from behind. I wanted to suck that tiny little lady dick, that penis-shaped little head that was her magic button, take it into my mouth and make it my own.

"Here's my gift to you," I said softly.

I leaned forward and licked across the soft, giving head of her big clit. She moaned as I did, arching her back a little to push out her small breasts, those little brown nipples hard from sudden arousal. She gripped my head between her hands, running her fingers through my wet hair, clutching my scalp as I buried my face into her pulsing snatch, my sweet lips around her even sweeter cherry.

"Ooooh, Megan," moaned Sam. "Let's be together...forever..."

I loved her at that moment, that moment of sweet suckling upon her little sex organ, loved her as much as I loved Daniel...Yes...I'd have my Daniel, and Sam would have Lance, and Sam and I would have each other whenever we wanted...Yes...That sounded perfect.

I pulled my lips away from her magnificent honey-bee, stood up, and held her in my little arms, grasping her around the waist while running my small hands over her beautiful wet bottom.

"Let's go to my bed," I said quietly. "I'll be your slave tonight. You can be my master for once...I have a strap-on in my closet. You can punish me with it, take my sweet pussy and make it your own."

She took my head in her hands, leaned down, and kissed me, our tongues running together, the ambrosia of her taste in my mouth transferring over to her. She parted from me, stared down into my green eyes with her own sparkling blue orbs, and said the very thing I needed to hear.

"That sounds amazing, my love," whispered Sam.

There was nothing else left to say. I turned off the shower, we stepped out of the tub and quickly dried off, and then it was off to my bedroom, my bed the target of our short quest. We both shivered in the chill air of the night after stepping out of our hot shower, our nipples hard, our lower lips wet and hungry for excitement.

Once in the bedroom, I fished through my closet for my purple strap-on and handed the black leather strap to her, which she eagerly snatched from my grasp. Sam buckled on the eight-inch-long dildo, pushed me down upon my olive-green bedspread, and gave me a wicked smile, an equally wicked gleam in her blue eyes.

"You're mine, my little doll," she said firmly. "That's what you are, Megan. A little fuck doll that I'm going to teach a lesson to. My little slave that needs to be punished."

"It's what I deserve," I said shakily. "P...Please, punish me, Master."

"Oh, I will," grinned Sam, and then she took to it.

She grabbed my left arm and spun me over onto my stomach with such force that I knew right then she had come into her full strength. There was no way I could control her now. As of that moment, we were equals in partnership, so if I wanted to control her, it was going to have to be through means other than brute force.

I hit the sheets face first as my mattress bounced up and down from that sudden, savage turning. WHAM! went her right hand against my ass, smacking my right butt cheek hard, creating a sonic echo that reverberated throughout my bedroom. I shrieked into my bedsheet from the sharp pain it caused, but that was fine, because this was what I deserved.

"Scream for me, little doll," said Sam, a grin in her voice. "Scream, little puppet!"

SMACK! went her right hand onto my left butt cheek, striking with such force that the mattress bounced again and the bed rocked a little. I shrieked once more, and she used that opportunity to grab a handful of flesh on my beautiful, heart-shaped butt. She pulled up on the skin and muscle of my right butt cheek, twisting as she did. I raised my head from my bedsheet and squealed at this new pain, but doing this not only excited my temporary master, but excited me as well.

"Ooooh, FUCK!" I screeched. "Oh, punish me more, Master!"

She shoved the index and ring fingers of her right hand into my asshole, parting the dark-pink ring of muscle with her digits, shoving those digits in up to her knuckles. This didn't hurt so much as surprise me, so only a low moan escaped my lips over the action, but her demeanor changed all at once, taking on an angrier tone, her voice growing in sudden rage.

"You put me through hell!" hissed Sam.

She grabbed a handful of flesh from my left butt cheek with her left hand, pulled, and twisted, and she used that knob of flesh to balance as she plunged all five fingers of her right hand into my quivering ass.

"AH! AH! AHHHHHGH!" I screamed out in three loud bursts.

"You little bitch!" screeched Sam.

She let go of the chunk of flesh from my left butt cheek, reached up, and grabbed a handful of my short, dyed-blonde hair with her left hand. She pulled back hard on that wet hair, arching my back, bending my spine backwards to the point where my ample breasts left the bedspread. She pushed in with her right hand at the same time, something gave, and then her entire right hand was up my ass.

This, of course, caused me to scream my little head off. This was a little more pain than I'd been expecting. Of course, this had to be the rage affecting her, but she didn't know that. Even so, I was still loving it. It was the darkness inside us taking over, because we were connected by that eternal night, two strangers of the same sex strung together by cosmic forces beyond our understanding.

I sank into my own soul, feeling that envy and hate and lust flow throughout me like a black venom in my veins. I was losing myself again, but this time...I knew it would be for good. There was no coming back this time.

"You fucking puppet!" cried Sam.

She lifted me up off the bed by simultaneously lifting my head by my hair and pushing up my big ass with her clenched fist inside me, and I have to tell you...this was a new experience...Don't ever try this at home. Being infected with lycanthropy has some strange benefits you never see on TV or read in a book.

"OH, FUCK!" I screamed, but she cut off that shouting with a sibilant hiss in my ear.

"Shut the fuck up!" hissed Sam. "You've had this coming, you little cunt! You fed my boyfriend to that monster in the basement, locked me up naked down there with it, had me doggie-fucked by it! You've destroyed my life, you little shit! So, now it's time for you to fucking pay!...I should kill you right now, but I want you to suffer!...You're going to dance, little puppet, and I'm going to pull the strings!"

I could tell she had completely lost it. She was in it now, into the rage, and I was just going to have to ride it out. Even so...I was still loving it. Sam was coming into her own. This was exactly what I wanted, and exactly what I had expected of her.

She picked me up off the bed this way, carrying me like the very puppet she had mentioned, her left hand pulling my hair so that my neck was straight, my neck straining with my eyes squeezed shut, her fist and half her arm up my ass, my belly pooched out from that internal torture.

"Dance, little puppet, dance!" laughed Sam. "Dance for your marionette!"

She cackled in pure insanity as she whipped me around while holding me this way a good two feet off the floor. With her new great strength coupled with my paltry weight, she shook me around for a moment, making my legs twitch and kick like a wooden doll, my arms flailing behind me to stop her, her fist and arm up my beautiful butt, causing an intense internal pain that burned up through me. I screeched over and over again from this torment, but this did not last very long.