[Part 11]


  A huge pair of paws held my head firmly in place, a wall of hot fur
 smothering my face. The long claws, nearly a foot long, were
 interlaced behind my head and and the forepaws were pressing my head
 harder and harder against the furry cleavage and enormous, furry balls
 that hung beneath that were all in motion grinding and hunching
 against my face. The overpowering scent of the werebear's musky
 ballsac leaving me dizzy and drunk with lust even as I struggled for
 each breath.

  But as panic began to override my lust I began to try and push away
 from the furry lions, my hands sinking in deep into the thick, dark
 pelt that continued humping me unmercifully. I felt as though I was
 being rolled over and felt the giant werebear's huge ballsac roll over
 my face and come to rest atop my face, their substantial weight
 keeping my eyes closed and adding even more encumbrance to my attempts
 to breath. My attempts to push the huge bearman off of me seeming to
 only spur him on to humping my head even faster and rougher and I felt
 I would surely die now, if not of asphixiation then most likely from a
 broken neck.

  My hands scrambled all over the underside of the monstrous bruin
 overtop me, at last encountering the searing heat of his enormous
 erection. My arms wrapped about this hot, pistoning phallus, cradling
 it up close against my chest and belly as though to keep it warm when
 it's own heat was driving away the cold I felt trying to invade my
 body. I could feel myself literally being humped to death under the
 great ursine and figured that I really were going to die from this
 then I would at least strive to give this magnificent creature as much
 pleasure as I could before I expired.

  The massive werebear arched his neck and gave a mighty roar then I
 felt his full weight descend on me and could have sworn I felt and
 heard some of my ribs crack under the tremendous, driving pressure, 
the last of my pent-up breath whooshing from my open mouth in an
 exclamation of pain and fear as the lightning flashed and a booming
 roll of thunder followed. I vaguely felt the ground quake beneath me
 and the tremors rose to such an urgency that even the massive bruin
 covering me ceased his motions to feel what was happening.

  Suddenly the ground beneath me crumbled away as a widening fissure
 erupted under me and the weight of the big behemoth above me causing
 us both to slide into the yawning maw of the opening earth. I tried to
 cling desperately to his hard-on now but the slickened surface of
 bearcock was fast slipping through my arms as the weight of the huge
 ursine carried his body down past mine.  He roared and repeatedly
 swiped and pawed at me, his claws raking my human body and leaving 
bloody gashes that streaked me with rows of four and five marks where
 ever they landed and I screamed. Or continued to scream as I'd
 actually been doing ever since I'd finally been able to.

  I scowled and grimaced, trying to force whatever infernal trigger 
there was inside me that enabled me to go from a six foot, 
moderately-built human into a ten foot muscular werewolf but nothing
 happened. My frustration and pain rising within me, usually key 
elements that helped unleash this other aspect of me but now seeming to
 have no effect as I found myself catching the huge werebear by his
 shaggy wrist and howling in pain as my broken body protested this
 additional strain.

  His forepaw was sliding down out of my grasp and I couldn't change! 
I doubted that even if I could there was little chance that I could
 keep over a thousand pounds of dangling, wet bruin from eluding my
 grasp... much less being able to save him in human form and I cried 
looking into his huge eyes as they implored mine. "H-hooold oooonn!..."
 I growled through bared teeth, almost daring him to fall but even this
 grim act of defiance gained me nothing as his paw pulled free of my
 hands, giving my palms a last, parting rake with his large claws as I
 howled once more in pain as I watched him fall as if in slow motion
 into the darkness of the earth away from me.


 "Moriiiiiiiiiiise!!!"


 I bolted upright into a sitting position, my chest heaving as I ripped
 through the covers that had ensnared me in their constrictions in my
 sleep and I panted, my eyes racing around wildly until I was able to
 take full assessment of where I was. I lay there on the floor of my
 apartment where I'd spent the night. I was in full werefom and cursed
 myself for ruining yet another blanket in the throes of a nightmare. I
 picked myself up and gathered up the torn cover and tossed it on the
 couch absently then looked at the overturned blanket that already lay
 there on the empty couch. Morise was gone. No sign of him lay anywhere
 about the place and I guessed that he must've gotten up earlier and
 already left. He was a trucker and was on a job when he'd stopped by
 so thought nothing more of it.

  I went into the kitchen and fixed myself a glass of orange juice to
 calm my nerves and try to relax as I returned to the couch and sat
 down, using the remote to flip on the television as I set the glass on
 the coffee table then picked up the blanket Morise had slept under and
 inhaled his scent, soothed by his presense despite him not being
 there. A note lay on the coffee table and I picked it up and smiled as
 I read it:


    Heyas studpuppy,


     Didn't wanna wake ya since it seemed ya was havin' such a
     nice dream an all so let'cha sleep. Gonna finish this job 
     then hope ta drop back by an maybe pick up Were we left off!
       Hard as it may be I'm gonna b'have m'self and save up all
     m'energy fer ya fer when I git back so ya better be ready for
     some serious fuckin'!



    Love, Morise


  I smiled wickedly at the note, sniffed it a few times then set it
 back on the coffee table as I picked up my glass to drink as I
 continued flipping through the channels,a nagging bit of worry about
 my nightmare still lingering in my mind that I couldn't get rid of
 until I passed a news channel then hastened back to it as something
 caught my ear.


  "...-ergency vehichles arrived on the scene of the accident on
 highway I-95 this morning after a car lost control and slid into an
 on-coming truck on the Clayway Bailey Bridge. Evidence suggest that 
the driver of the truck had tried to avoid the on-coming car but the
 terrible road conditions of the previous night and this mornings 
storms had caused him to swerve out of control and smash through the
 gaurdrail. Taking the cab out over the side of the bridge. The driver
 was thrown from the truck and presumed to've landed in the river. 
Rescuers are in the process of combing the river but so far no body has
 been recovered..."


  I froze as I looked at the truck which was exactly the same kind as
 what had been parked by my apartment building the night before and my
 lip quivered as my hand reflexively opened in shock. 

  The carpet mocked the indignity of being spilled on by denying the
 glass the decency of shattering upon impact to further emphasize how
 hard a blow this bit of news had hit me...



[To be continued...?]