Date: Mon, 27 Mar 2006 01:55:51 -0500
From: terry <vongraph@comcast.net>
Subject: An Encounter on The Moors

Mar 16, 2006 by Elric Vongraph

Authors Note, this is a complete work of a fiction.
It contains sexual intercourse between different species,
if this offends you then you shouldn't be here.
This is orginal story by Pen name Elric VonGraph
Please do not steal my work and claim it as yours.

	 An Encounter on the Moors
	    By Elric Von Graph

		Chapter one

     The Renault purred down the two lane road
as the sky slowly darkened into sunset and
evening. Tom had taken what he thought was a
simple back road to go up into the moors for a
bit of sight seeing on his way to Perth. Now as
the sun began to set and he had not found the
highway that he believed the road led to, he
began to worry that he had either missed a turn
or that he had misread the map and now was lost
somewhere in the hilly country he had been
driving through for nearly two hours. The other
thing he worried about was that the petrol gauge
on the dash of the rental car was now nearly at
the bottom of the reserve mark. He had been
looking for a petrol station for the last thirty
kilometers and new if he did not find one soon
he would run out of fuel. Even as the thought
passed through his mind the little car stuttered
and then died totally. Tom coasted to the side
of the road and pulled as far as possible onto
the shoulder bringing the car to a stop
hopefully safe from passing vehicles. He then
turned on the emergency flashers and hoped that
there would be some vehicle along soon to come
to his rescue. The road was not deserted; he had
been passed by numerous vehicles going the other
way so she felt secure that someone would be
along eventually.  Tom shook his head in
frustration, the tight red curls of his unruly
hair lifting and moving in the setting sunlight.
He smacked his hand on the steering wheel,
berating himself for his foolishness of taking a
road into the moors where he knew nothing of the
area.  He thought to himself that this was
definitely not what he had in mind when he
decided to get off the beaten path and see the
highlands.
      His vacation had so far been interesting
but somewhat boring, he had been with a tour
group to begin with, but after four days of
buses and hostels the young American man had
decided to go off on his own. He rented a
Renault and drove off to see the country side
alone.  Not that he was seeking major
excitement, but the crowd of the tour group had
made him feel like a sardine in a can.  His
father had given him this trip as a birthday
present for his eighteenth birthday. Dad had
told him it was time he saw a bit of the world,
maybe visit relatives in the highlands, maybe at
last find a girl. He had never been outside of
the United States before, but after hearing
about the beauty of the highlands for years from
his grandfather, he jumped at the chance to
visit them.  Now as he sat in the quiet car on
the side of the road he decided that he had seen
enough and only wanted to return to
civilization.  He had been sitting there for
only few minutes when a vehicle came up from the
same direction he had been driving, the car
slowed to a stop along side him and a young man
leaned out the window to ask if he needed
assistance. Tom rolled down the driver's window
and looked at the young man. He was maybe middle
twenties, dark hair and not handsome in the
classical sense but the heavy eyebrows and dark
eyes gave him a dashing if somewhat lean
appearance. He noticed too that the passenger
seat was also occupied by what was obliviously
the drivers brother and more than likely his
twin.  The young man smiled and asked if there
was anything they could do to assist him. Tom
laughed and told him he had foolishly run out of
petrol and did they have any or could they tell
him where he could buy some. The young man
laughed also and told him that there wasn't a
service station within miles of where they were,
but if he wanted to they could take him to their
farm a few miles away and get some fuel there.
He considered telling them he would rather stay
with the car, but on thinking about it he
realized that he really didn't want to be out
alone on the road after dark.  Not that he was a
coward, Tom just didn't like the idea of being
alone out in strange country. Instead of saying
he would wait for them to return with fuel, he
agreed to go with them.
    Tom took his backpack and got out of the
car; the brother who had been sitting in the
passenger seat also got out and opened the rear
door of their car for him. The car was a
relativity new Jaguar sedan, sleek and shiny
with a beautiful leather interior. He felt a bit
more confident as he got into the car; it was
not the kind of vehicle that he though would be
driven by anything other than well to do young
men. Not some kind of ruffians that were going
to rob him. Maybe it was a family car or if
theirs, one belonging to what was a least well
to do farmers.  He settled into the soft seat
and the young man put the car into gear and
drove off down the road.  As they drove both he
and his brother made small talk, asking him
about himself and how he ended up out of fuel on
the road. Tom easily told them of his vacation
and the boredom of the tour group and laughingly
told them how he had thought the road was just a
back road connecting the main highway with a
secondary highway that would return him to his
original route.  The driver explained that
actually he had been correct in reading the map
and he would have reached the highway in other
twenty or thirty kilometers. He also explained
that Tom should have filled the car with petrol
before going off into the hills.
     It was only a few minutes later that they
turned off the pavement and onto a gravel road
leading up into a lightly wooded section of
land.  They drove through the trees and then
into a clearing where there sat a beautiful old
house. It was two stories tall, surrounded by a
wide porch and sharply pointed gables on the
roof. The house looked to be as old as the trees
that were around it, and though old it had a
look of good repair and careful up keep. The
brothers pulled up in front of the porch and
quickly exited the car, stopping only to open
the rear door so he could exit.  Thew opne
brother explained that the child safety lock was
jammed and the doors could not be opened from
the inside. They told him to come with them
inside and closed the door behind him. Tom had
learned that they were twins in the conversation
as they drove and now as they entered the house
he could see that they must be identical. Both
young men were about six feet tall, heavy
shouldered and thin at the waist, they had the
look of men in excellent condition, not the
weight lifter type that he saw in school or the
health club, but men who toned their bodies more
through hard work than pleasure. But the work
hardened look of their bodies was betrayed by
the soft tones of their voices. The young men he
could tell were well educated and spoke and
acted like gentlemen, because of this he was not
at all nervous about going inside with them.
After all they were rather thrilling to be near
and Toms natural interest was aroused. His
father had suggested that maybe he would meet a
nice girl while traveling, what his farther did
not know was Tom was more interested in meeting
guys. Tom was curious and asks however as soon
as they were inside the old house why they had
been in such a hurry.  The one how had been
driving spoke to him and explained that they
really had not been paying attention to the time
and had not realized that it was so late in the
day. He was puzzled by this explanation that
they were not able to be out at night, and the
one brother told him that being out at night
could be very dangerous for them.  He went on to
explain that their neighbors were superstitious
and held to the old beliefs that the moors were
peopled by strange and dangerous beings. And
that anyone caught out at night was to be
suspect.
    Now Tom did not know what to expect, was
this some ploy to keep him there or were they
truly afraid of the night. Did the two young men
have some plan for him or simply being overly
careful?  He asked what he was to do then about
his situation and the other brother suggested he
could spend the night in their guest room and
they would take him and the needed fuel to his
car first thing in the morning.  He was not
happy about the situation but he also saw no
alternative, he couldn't just walk off into the
dark and even if he did he would be on foot and
again stranded. After all they did not appear to
be the type to beat him up or rob him of his few
belongings, and in reality they were not that
bad looking as far as company went for an
evening. Not that he had any idea of sleeping
with one or the other of them, they were in
their way handsome and though he was not
innocent of sex but he also was not a believer
in one night stands with strangers.  The
brothers assured him that everything would be
alright and they could have dinner and then talk
more about his home and theirs.  Tom was
fascinated by the old house. It was antique
looking on the outside and though there were no
signs of antique furniture the inside of the
home felt almost as ancient, secluded and safe
like it had been the haven for the members of
this family for ages.  One of the brothers told
him where the bath was upstairs and told him he
could freshen up before dinner if he wanted to.
The other brother went out to the kitchen to
prepare their food.  Tom went upstairs and into
the bath and stripped off his clothing, the warm
water of the shower running across his slim
muscular body was wonderful. He didn't realize
how stressed he had been and the shower relaxed
him completely. He got out of the tub and looked
at himself in the mirror on the back of the
door. He had reached for a towel to dry himself
and at the same time caught a vision of himself.
Not overly tall about five foot nine, with
strong legs, smooth skin , his upper body was
well developed, he was not the strong man type,
more of the long muscled dancers body. He was
well toned and he thought to himself not that
bad looking. He turned and looked back at his
ass, it was he thought his best feature,of
course his father would die if he knew his son
though having a nice ass would attract the kind
of dates he sought.  He prided himself in
keeping in shape and now looking in the mirror
he was as usual reassured that the effort was
worth it.  Tom finished drying himself off and
then put on fresh jeans and a loose tank from
his back pack and went down to see what dinner
would bring.  In a small way he was nervous, and
in another way he was excited. Here he was far
up in the highlands, in a beautiful old house
with two, if not overly handsome brothers at
least presentable looking men and he was there
alone.  Not sure exactly what he was excited
about he went down the stairs and into the
kitchen.


                   Chapter Two

   She walked into the kitchen and through the
 windows he could see it was fully dark outside.
 There was also a feeling of tension in the room
  that he had not felt upon his arrival at the
  house.  The brothers were standing there, one
near the large wooden topped table and the other
  near the sink.  He tried to read the looks on
 their faces but was not sure if it was concern
  or something else completely. The one by the
table spoke to him and though he though it might
be the one who was driving he could not be sure.
  He said that they had made a serious error in
 bringing him to their home.  That they had been
 foolish in doing so and now had a problem that
     they were not able to prevent something
  completely unplanned from happening. Tom was
totally confused, they had been so warm and open
 and now they seemed almost detached and aloof.
          He asked what he had done to
make this happen and now the other one spoke to
him. He explained that it was nothing he had
done, but more what he was. He did not
understand and he told him so.  The brother was
nearly sharp in his answer when he told him that
the problem was he was a "normal". He was about
to correct him with the fact he considered
himself a decent and outstanding person, not
merely normal when he continued to speak. He was
saying that tonight of all nights they should
have not brought him here, that they had not
remembered that tonight was to be the full moon.
He went on to explain that they never realized
when it occurred since they had very poor
reckoning of time passing, only that when the
night of the full moon came, it always seemed
sooner than they expected. Tom did not
understand this either and asked him to explain
what he meant.  The other brother then spoke;
his voice seemed to change as he spoke the words
coming slower and more gravelly.  He told him
that for ages the members of their family on the
night of the full moon went through a change.
The moon itself affected them and on those
nights they had needs and cravings that they
could not control.  Nearly afraid now but
something within him was also beginning to be
excited for some perverse reason and Tom asked
him to explain further. He looked at him with a
look of pained longing, and told him that on
this night they would crave sex, a desire to
fuck again and again, and that their coupling
had no preference, only that it be with a normal
human, not one like themselves, and fucking that
human in animal lust and passion until the first
light of day. Tom as he spoke was more alarmed
and frightened, was this some ploy to explain
rape or was the look on his face truly concern
for his well being.  Then as the brother spoke
he also realized that what he was saying had
also on some level excited him. That the
heaviness of his cock was caused by a desire
that he had not even admitted to himself. The
though of sex with the two brothers was actually
something that had been deep in his mind and now
surfaced with the full realization that he was
willing to do it.  Feeling his cock growing hard
and knowing the longing of wanting is ass fucked
he missed some part of what the brother was
saying and though his mind said it was
important, he dismissed it. He smiled at them
and told them that he had a simple solution to
their problem; Even as he spoke he pulled the
tight tank top over his head and when he had
removed the top he tossed it onto the table and
unzipped his jeans. Pulling the jeans and
underwear down in one motion he bent partially
forward to remove them completely.  He wanted to
see their expressions when he stood up naked and
his cock standing proudly before him. He caught
movement out of the corner of his eye as he was
bent over and as he stood back up he was stunned
into immobility by the sight before him. His
hand unconsciously opened dropping the clothing
to the floor as he beheld a sight that his mind
simply could not accept.
    The two brothers standing in front of him
    seemed to blur
and lose definition; their shape seemed to cloud
and at the same time condense or lengthen in
different directions'  It was a dark and twisted
changing and then in moments where the two
brothers had been standing there stood two large
wolves. The wolves were massive, nearly three
feet tall at the shoulder, thick dark fur and
long muzzles with bright white fangs.  The fur
was shaggy and ranged from brown to nearly a
black, their tails thick and curled and their
eyes a yellow that looked like they actually
glowed.  Tom had heard stories of werewolves,
people who became wolves; he had always
dismissed them as silly folk stories meant to
frighten children. He had also always seen the
werewolf as part man, part wolf, hairy human
body topped by a wolf's head or muzzle. These
were not in any way human but looked to be
completely wolf, only the eyes seemed to be the
same. Even as he stared the one closest to him
padded quickly across the short distance between
them and shoved his muzzle directly between his
legs. Even as he pushed his snout further in
forcing him back, he felt the hot raspy wetness
of the wolf's tongue as he slid it outward under
his balls and licking upward along the bottom
side of his cock.  A part of his mind was
screaming in terror and telling him to run and
at the same time he seemed unable to move. He
did not know what was happening but he knew that
the tongue lapping and sliding along his cock
and then back again beneath his balls was making
him harder and hotter than he had ever been. The
second werewolf began to walk around him as
though inspecting Tom's body. And as he walked
around him Tom let out a small moan, he did not
know if it was caused by the movement between
his legs or the sight of the thick sheath on the
werewolf's belly, a sheath that already had two
inches of thick dark red pointed cock exposed
from the end.  As the werewolf walked around
behind him he caught sight of the massive balls
hanging between his legs and this time when she
moaned it was with the knowledge that soon those
balls would be emptying themselves in the tight
hot channel of his ass.  The second werewolf
continued around behind him and he suddenly felt
the cool wetness of his nose as he pushed his
muzzle between the cheeks of his ass.  And as he
pressed into him he felt the tongue seeking,
finding and exploring the tight ring of his
asshole.  The sensations that were raging
through Tom's body were unbelievable!  He loved
to have his ass reamed and the feeling of the
rough tongue rubbing across it as the werewolf
forced his tongue into the small trembling
opening of his ass made him gasp. That and the
knowledge that the one in front had succeeded in
working his tongue under and around his cock
until he thought at any second he was going to
cum .  At the same time a powerful tongue was
working deeper and deeper into his ass and with
each movement his ass seemed to soften and open
to these attentions.  The dual attack of their
tongues on his body was having another effect as
well, his knees felt like they were going to
buckle; he was trembling with the waves of
passion coursing through his body.  Even as he
looked for something to support himself against
the man-wolf behind him must have reared up,
because Tom felt his paws press high against his
shoulder blades.  The sudden pressure forced him
forward and as he moved he dropped to his knees.
Even as he fell forward landing on his knees and
extending his hands to stop himself from falling
he felt the weight of the werewolf on his back.
As he dropped to his knees he felt the wolf's
forelegs wrap around his waist, clutching him to
his belly.  Tom felt the coarse fur against his
back and ass as he was held, and as he pulled
Tom into the pocket of his spread hips, Tom knew
what was next.  He had seen dogs mate and in his
mind he could see the picture of how he was
being held by the changeling wolf, held firmly
as he prepared to fuck the now helpless young
man.  Even as the thoughts raced through his
mind he realized that he could feel the tip of
his cock pressing between his legs.  Suddenly
the fear in his mind seemed to gain some amount
of control and he attempted to pull forward and
away from that probing hard tip.  The werewolf
nipped him hard on the shoulder and uttered a
low fearsome growl in Tom's ear, a sound that
told him as clearly as if it was in words that
he was to hold still.  Again the animal pressed
against him and this time the tip of his cock
found what it sought and was guided into the hot
tight opening of his ass. He seemed to pause for
a split second and then pulling Tom back with
his strong forelegs and at the same time
thrusting forward with the powerful rear legs
the werewolf slammed his cock deep into him. Tom
yelped at the sudden depth of his penetration,
the cock felt hot and hard and was like a hot
iron going up into him.  The werewolf began
fucking him in hard fast thrusts, and as he
fucked him he realized that the cock that had
gone so far into his ass was now getting bigger.
It had not been that big going in and at first
Tom had been relieved, there had only been a
slight pressure when what seemed to be a thicker
part of the slippery shaft had found slight
resistance, then the pressure increased and that
too had go up inside his ass. He could feel the
cock swelling; first a huge knot at the base
that though it was inside him seemed like it was
going to tear him open.  But it didn't come out;
instead it swelled massively and reached a point
where it was much too large to do anything other
than tie them together.  Now the wolf's powerful
movements seemed to be trying to pull his guts
out of his body and then just as hard slam it
back into him. The hips slamming into his ass
drove the huge cock deeper and deeper into him
and as it did Tom felt his own cock harden in
response to the assult on his asshole. The
werewolf's cock was not going in and out of him,
the cock just seemed to go in and then in more.
As the knot had swollen so had the shaft, not
only in thickness but in length and now Tom
realized there must be ten or twelve inches of
cock locked in his tight. Even as he realized
this he felt the hot wetness flooding inside him
as the wolf began shooting his thin hot watery
cum into his ass.  This last sensation seemed to
put him over the edge, at first it was pain as
the massive cock stretched and drove into him,
then the pain seemed to change to something else
and now as he was filled with hot cum his ass
jumped and tightened on the thick cock.  His
hips began to slam back into the wolf's belly,
and Tom's own climax slammed through his body.
Tom felt his cock jumping and squirting his cum
in a puddle beneath him.  He no longer thought
of the animal behind him being werewolf but
simply a wolf, no longer a man but some demented
animal creature out of a nightmare. He was pure
animal now as well, the spasms of his cumming
making his body react, muscles tightening on the
invading shaft, his hips moving back and forward
nearly as fast as the powerful brute was fucking
him. He could feel the heavy balls slapping
against his and feel cum leaking out of his
overfull ass and running down his legs, making a
pool on the floor between his legs of not only
his cum but the wolf's. He had never experienced
anything like this, his mind seemed detached
completely and he was almost able to look at the
coupling as something other than what was
happening to him. The slender young man's body
covered by the huge werewolf, hips moving
against the thrust of the animal's cock, the
head hanging, mouth open, gasping for breath and
the soft deep grunts in his throat.  He seemed
to cum again and again and he had no idea how
long the man-wolf had been fucking him when it
stopped moving and rested it's weight on his
back.  The changeling licked his neck as though
thanking him and after a few minutes Tom could
feel the thick cock deep in his ass relaxing and
shortly there after with a firm tug the werewolf
pulled the softening shaft from his ass. Tom
nearly fell forward as he pulled free, he flet
huge amounts of the warm cum leaking from his
ass and somehow he was sorry that the wolf's
cock was gone but he was also glad that he had
stopped.  Glad until he was reminded by the
weight of the second changeling sliding up onto
his back that there were two of them.


                  Chapter Three

     As he felt animal forelegs fold around his
waist and draw him back into the now familiar
pocket of furred belly and spread thighs, Tom
wanted to say stop, to tell him se could not do
it again, that his ass ached with the last
fucking and he wanted to rest. Even as she tried
to form the words he realized the pointed tip of
werewolf cock was sliding between his ass
cheeks. And before he could even utter a single
sound he felt the tip press against the
partially opened path to his asshole. He tried
to pull forward, away from that seeking
hardness, away from what he knew was going to
happen again.  He had done anal sex, it was
something that he enjoyed, but never had he had
such a massive cock so deep in his guts. Now he
could sense the pressure as the huge werewolf
pressed against the soft ring of his ass, and
with a sudden hard shove his cock slid deep into
his colon. Tom screamed with the sudden pain of
what was even a bigger cock than the first one,
but the animal/man did not seem to care or even
listen. With powerful strokes he drove the
thickening shaft deeper and deeper into his ass.
Suddenly the pressure increased and he realized
the forming knot must be pressing into him. Tom
again tried to pull forward, his guttural
grunting of pain would not form into words to
beg the changeling to stop and he shrieked when
with a sudden hard slam the still small knot was
forced into his clenching asshole. Once the knot
had gone in the powerful stroke of the wolf's
hips seemed to increase, driving the hard hot
shaft deeper and deeper into his belly.  Again
he felt the werewolf's cock swelling and
lengthening, the knot growing huge and the shaft
becoming wider and longer.  To him the sensation
was of pure pain as the throbbing cock seemed to
reach all the way up into his belly. His arms
collapsed and his upper body fell forward onto
the floor rocking Tom's hips upward beneath the
coarse furred belly of the beast fucking him.
The huge cock was no longer moving really, just
jerking and throbbing deep within him.  His mind
was awed when he realized that the pain had
somehow changed. It had become something
different, something that though it could not be
said to feel good was turning him on again...
his cock began to jump and pulse as he roared
into another orgasm, The tight muscles of his
asshole clamped down on the jerking cock in his
ass as the muscles beneath Tom's balls
contracted trying to pump cum out of his cock
and at the same time the muscles deep in his
belly began to squeeze and milk the spurting cum
from the animal cock so far in his ass.  His ass
slammed back and he began to hump wildly with
his hips against the intrusion of his rear
channel, his head tossed from side to side as
drool ran freely from his mouth. Tom's head
trashed about and the grunts of pain became
sounds of pleasure.  Tom had never cum like
this; over and over his belly was wracked with
the waves of convulsions as again and again his
climaxes shot through his tortured but willing
body. Tom rose back onto his hands and knees and
threw his head back, his mouth opened wide and
he shrieked in pure animal pleasure. Tom felt
the werewolf's hot breath on the back of her
neck and his teeth against his skin and suddenly
as he reached a new high in the fantastic
contractions of his ass around the thick cock
the pressure against his neck grew massively
greater and even before he could think he was
gone down into darkness.


                  Chapter Four

     The brothers sat in the old rocking chairs
on the front porch in the gathering light of the
new day.  Their bodies returned to their human
form only a short time before. Now as they sat
fatigued by the night's effects on them and the
ensuing wanton fucking of the young American,
one of the brothers spoke to the other. He told
him they needed to go down the road and put gas
in the man's car and get it started. They went
on towards their car knowing they needed to his
car further away from the farm to avoid any
suspicion and get back to the house and clean up
the blood and gnawed bones that were all that
were left.   As they started to walk down the
porch toward their car the second brother
commented lightly "You know allot of people say
the Americans have no taste, heck I though he
tasted pretty good ! And there's still nothing
like a good meal after a great fuck!"