Hunter's Moon

An Inu-Yasha fanfiction

Author: Sanjuno Shori Niko

Rating: M

Warning: YAOI, threesome, dubious consent, lemon

Pairings: Kouga/Inuyasha, Sango/Miroku

Disclaimer: Do I look like Rumiko Takahashi to you? No? Didn't think so. The story is mine, and I'm making no money off of this. If you wanna host the fic, ask me first please. Your cooperation in expected.

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A/N:

Umm… yeah, so people who have been waiting a long time for my other fics are gonna kill me. Oops. Sorry, I am working on them. And I'm have new chapters out soon-ish. For now, please enjoy the demon porn.

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Recap:

He was being driven. He had been the hunter often enough to recognize what was happening. He was being herded in this direction for a reason, and he knew there was nothing he could do about it. The one behind him was the faster of the two of them, especially over longer distances. There was nothing he could do; if he turned, he would be caught, and if he were caught he would have to fight, if he had to fight… he was in danger of it happening again. He was in danger of losing control.

He would not allow that to happen.

So he let himself be directed by the pursuer behind him.

And he ran.

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Hunter's Moon

Chapter Two: Capture and Completion

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Kagome looked out her bedroom window, seeing that the last few ribbons of the setting sun were nearly gone.

"Inuyasha… everyone… please be all right."

"Kagome?"

Kagome turned away from the window as her mother knocked on her bedroom door. She smiled tiredly at her mother when the older woman poked her head into the room.

"Yes, Mama?"

"The bath is ready for you. I'm just going to go out for some groceries, but I'll be back soon."

"Thank you, Mama."

"You're welcome dear."

Mrs. Higurashi's footsteps faded down the hallway as Kagome sighed and went back to the window. She saw her mother walk down the staircase that lead down from the shrine grounds to the street below and waved to her back. Idly watching the sky as the last of the light faded, Kagome tried to find the energy to get up and get ready for her bath. Finally mustering her strength, Kagome pushed away from the windowsill and stood up.

"AHHHH!"

Kagome screamed, the sudden tearing pain sending her crashing to her knees. She wrapped her arms around her stomach and screamed again as the pain knifed through her. The door to her bedroom crashed open and she dimly recognized her little brother's voice raised in panic as he demanded that she tell him what was wrong. But any breath she had was let out in a scream, unable to speak through the pain that swamped her senses.

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Sota had heard his sister's first scream from the living room. It had raised the hairs on the back of his neck, and before he even realized he was moving he was halfway up the stairs. The second scream came as Sota threw open the door to his sister's bedroom, and he nearly screamed himself at the sight of his older sister collapsed on the floor, some sort of weird energy swirling around her.

"Neesan! Neesan! Kagome-neesan! What's wrong? Tell me! Neesan!"

Gathering his courage Sota dropped down by his sister's side, gripping her shoulders and shaking her with all his strength.

"Neesan! Answer me! Tell me what's wrong! Kagome-neesan!"

The energy around Kagome whipped and swirled madly, crawling up Sota's arms and covering his body before he had the chance to draw away. Whimpering, Sota wrapped his arms as best he could around his sister and held on as the pain lanced through him in time to the pulses of light.

With the sound of shattering glass the light gave one final flare and exploded with enough force to shake the branches of the tree outside Kagome's window.

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"GYAHH!"

"Miroku!"

Falling to his knees, Miroku folded his body around the sudden flare of pain from his pierced right hand. Sango had run to his side and wrapped a supporting arm around his shaking shoulders.

The… the Kaazana. It's reacting to the Moon! I have to get out of here before the Wind Tunnel destroys the village!

"St-stay back, Sango! Everybody! The curse in my hand is reacting to the surge of demonic energy!"

"Miroku! Wait!"

Shaking off Sango's hold and ignoring her calls for him to wait, Miroku ran from the village as fast as his legs could take him. He did not know how far he went before he collapsed against a tree or how long it took him to get there, but at least the others were safe.

"Miroku!"

"S-sango? What are you doing here? Get away!"

"No."

Eyes hard and expression determined, Sango stopped next to him, breathing hard and glowing with a combination of exertion and starlight.

"I'm not going to leave you alone. Fight it, Miroku! You're stronger than this!"

Gripping his shoulders, the demon slayer stared into the monk's eyes.

"Sango…"

Then she kissed him, and the world around them was blown away by a vortex of violent energies.

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The dog demon burst into a clearing thick with the scent of oni and blood, his headlong flight halted by the sudden appearance of a looming figure blocking his path. The sliver dog demon leapt back, trying to snarl a warning although his lungs were panting for air and his fangs are longer than he was entirely used to.

The ogre roared back and leapt for him. He dodged, claws leaving deep bloody furrows on his opponent's outstretched arms. The ogre recoiled, bellowing in shock and pain, one wrist pared down to the bone and sending streamers of blood into the night air. The dog prepared himself for another clash, heart pumping rapidly in his heaving chest.

A rush of night-dark wind and fur passed him by, the deep snarl of his pursuer sending shivers through his frame. There was a wet, tearing sound as the ogre's head left its body. The remains hit the ground with meaty thuds, muffled by the blood-slick grass.

The scents of gore and battle lust filled the dog's nose, his vision hazed blood-crimson. His pursuers eyes were red in the reflected starlight, their youki pulsed and tore at the shadowed air around them. He tossed his head, silver-white mane brilliant against the darkness around them, and growled a challenge. The heavy musk-scent deepened as his pursuer rumbled a snarling answer.

Again he took off through the trees, this time only steps ahead of his challenger. Again he was herded in the direction his pursuer wished, but the knowledge no longer filled him with resentment. Instead a feeling of excitement powered his legs, lent strength where there was none before.

The scent markers took him by surprise and he stumbled on a loose patch of leaf-mulch, knowing even as he did that he was caught. The wolf gave him no time to recover from his falter, bearing him to the ground using momentum and superior body-weight. They landed hard, rolling together, a tumble of black and white fur. Snarls and growls filled the air around them as they fought, one against the other. Large sections of their clothing remained behind on the churned up ground in their wake.

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She bit the back of his neck, and the strength of her, the sweet scent of her, filled his body with fierce need. He twisted around, falling on his back to the ground, hands finding the curves of her body and tearing away the cloth covering her skin. His clothes were rent down the middle as she rose above him, powerful legs on either side of his hips. She took his breath away, she eyes gleaming and her dark hair flying about her head. She sank down on him, the tight, slick heat becoming the focus of his entire world.

Around them the wind screamed, tearing apart the landscape as their passion whipped the air into frenzied violence. A berserk demon came upon the rutting pair, only to be torn apart by a giant wedge of energy produced by a wave of the females hand.

The strove for completion together, the wailing ghosts of their pasts lost in the haze of their coupling. He pushed himself up, locking his mouth with hers, as their mutual passion rose higher, grew wilder. Her body suddenly shuddered, clenching and drawing his release from him in the wake of her climax. She let loose with a high, undulating cry as he locked his teeth into her shoulder stifling his own shout with her skin.

They collapsed in a sated, panting tumble of limbs. And Miroku tried to make sense of what had just happened. Sango shifted, and looked at him, her cheeks still flushed with the remains of their previous activity as she pressed her body to his. The monk blinked as the demon slayer smiled in sweet, wicked enjoyment, and his heart leapt in his ribcage as she kissed him again.

"Sango… I- my apologies, I don't know what came over me. I-"

"Shh…" She shushed him, gently running her fingers trough his hair as she drew his head down to rest on her chest. "It's all right. I wanted it as much as you. I enjoyed it as much as you. Now come, something about this night is… doing things to us. We need to find shelter away from the village."

"Ah, you're right."

They rested together for a few minutes more before rousing themselves, and gathering their torn clothing they set out in search of a safe place to wait out the strangeness of the night.

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The wolf snarled and finally forced his prey under him, sinking his fangs into sweet, tender flesh and moaning when the blood flowed over his tongue. The wolf pressed down on the smaller body beneath his own, forcing the dog to submit.

The dog yelped when he was pinned, struggled as the wolf's limbs restrained his own, whimpered when sharp fangs bit down on the back of his neck and finally went limp at the feeling of the wolf's hot, heavy weight along his back. The strength that had sustained up to that point vanished, leaving his body trembling in reaction as he went lax in the wolf's hold.

Blood slid down his throat and he whined, shivering as a rough growl vibrated against the back of his neck. He whimpered again, something inside cringing at the blatant submission in the sound, but he didn't care, didn't care! Shivering as he lowered his head and chest to the ground, ridiculously pleased by the approving growl against the back of his neck. A short burst of panic erupted when the fangs were removed, only to be soothed by the rough-gentle tongue lapping the blood that had spilled from the claim-bite.

Large hands were lifted from his wrists, heavy claws helping with the removal of the last tatters of his clothing. Something should be wrong with this, he was naked and exposed to the cool night air, on his knees with his face pressed willingly to the ground, the feral wolf demon pressed against his back. He was startled when the wolf licked down the middle of his back, straight down into the core of him.

The wolf was pleased with his prey, the show of obedience only increasing his lust. The hunt had been long, and difficult, but the prize was worthy. The wolf scented and tasted his prey, enjoying the small sounds and trembling his actions caused. The wolf's pleasure spiked with each sign of the dog's submission.

The shivering got worse and the dog demon twitched, stilling when he heard the growl. He had lost, the had other won, he must submit, for he belongs to the other now, to do with as the other will. All this is whispered to him, deep rumble-snarl voice harsh and dominating in his ears. The white dog can only whimper when the slick-wet heat is again pressed against the opening to his body. Virgin entrance trembling from the insistent attention, the first penetration shocks him and he cries out.

The wolf only tightened his hold on pale hips, pressing deep before pulling back only to push back in. The wolf's prize is sweet, and he revelled in his triumph. The dogs squirming attempts to get away grew weaker, and eventually turned into attempts to push back, get more. The dark wolf smirked as he pulled away and licked back up to the dog's neck, the heavy proof of his lust pressing against the fluttering hole.

The dog moaned when he was suddenly left empty, only to gasp when something much larger, much harder nudged against him. He was being stretched impossibly wide, opened and claimed in ways he had never thought to be. It ached and burned, forcing the breath from his chest as the wolf pushed into him. Suddenly he was filled, stuffed to bursting with the wolf inside him and on him, breathing harshly against his back.

The wolf growled, eyes glazed in pleasure at the tight, hot grip of the body under him. He nuzzled the back of the bowed neck, nipping at his claim and enjoying the small sounds his actions caused. The wolf pulled back, groaning at the way the silky passage tried to hold him in. Then he gave into his desire and took his new mate, under the stars on the forest floor while to dark moon sang in his mind and blood.

The dog panted as the wolf withdrew, feeling as if his insides were being dragged along. The first thrust in made him scream, the force likely to split him in two. Each thrust scattered what thoughts he may have managed to gather, conscious of nothing but the length inside him, dominating him. Then the wolf's fangs bit into his neck again, reinforcing the knowledge that he was claimed, that he was owned. The dog's back arched and he screamed, physical proof of his surrender falling to the forest floor.

The wolf felt the dog's body clench and spasm in release, the contractions causing his eyes to roll back in his head. Deep thrusts gaining strength as his own completion drew nearer. The dog continued to twitch and cry out in his arms, limp, sated body so sweetly compliant in his grasp. The wolf stiffened and howled, marking his prey, his mate, with his seed, finalizing the claim.

The dog could only submit, pleasure wracked body sensitized beyond belief, mind sublimated by the continued pounding. He clawed at the ground, seeking relief from the continuous overload of feeling. The wolf's howl took him by surprise, so consumed had he been with the betrayal by his own flesh. The liquid burst of heat that coated his insides was too much for the dog to take. He screamed again, overwhelmed by all the unfamiliar sensations and gratefully surrendered to the darkness.

The wolf panted, mind clearing somewhat now that his lust had been slaked. Kouga pushed himself up, shaking his head in an attempt to order his thoughts. The wolf prince could feel the urges prompted by the mating season waiting just under his tenuous control over his thoughts. He looked down at Inuyasha, at his mate, and felt a surge of renewed lust. He withdrew from the limp body once the knot shrank, stretching out the burn in his muscles and feeling equal parts smug and appalled.

Leaving Inuyasha sleeping where he lay, Kouga gathered up their scattered belongings, dumping them in a pile nearby. Returning to where the white dog demon lay, Kouga crouched down and flipped his rival onto his back. He had heard about Inuyasha's transformation into full demon from Kagome, but he did not think this was what she had spoken of. Inuyasha smelt like a full demon, and he had a purple stripe on each side of his face, but his eyes had remained gold and the dog demon had seemed to be in control when the change had first happened.

Kouga did not feel like lying to himself. If he had fought Inuyasha while the other had been in berserker form, it would not have ended without one of them being seriously injured or dead. What was more concerning was that Kouga's instincts had led him to choose Inuyasha as his mate. Kouga had to smirk, feeling completely justified in having come out on top, so to speak.

Remembering the last few hours caused Kouga to feel a resurgence of lust, his vision hazing red for a long moment. When he could see and think clearly again, Kouga found he was kneeling between Inuyasha's thighs. Blinking the wolf shook his head again and looked at the white dog demon in consideration. Making his decision, Kouga leaned forward and set about enjoying himself.

"Wake up, my sweet puppy. I want to play."

Inuyasha moaned, eyes fluttering open to stare into Kouga's. The wolf leader felt a certain amount of glee as he watched Inuyasha go through the process of remembering the events that had lead up to their current situation. Predictably, Inuyasha's first reaction was to fight.

"No!"

"Stop that." Kouga growled, pinning the struggling dog demon to the ground. Inuyasha froze, to panicked to even consider hiding his fear as he usually would.

"No, no, no…"

"Shh… That's better." Kouga stopped holding Inuyasha down, sliding one hand behind the dog demon's head to press against the claim-bite on the back of Inuyasha's neck. The resulting gasp and sudden relaxation made the wolf chuckle. His other hand was occupied with petting Inuyasha's body.

"Why… why are you- no! Stop it!"

"Ah, but my sweet, pretty puppy. I didn't get a chance to enjoy this properly the first time. I want more. And you'll give it to me, won't you."

It was not a question Inuyasha realized, even before Kouga finished speaking. What was more, he could not fight it. It was not that Inuyasha did not want to tear the mangy wolf to shreds, but every time he gathered himself to attack his body would not respond, and for some reason he felt ashamed for wanting to attack.

"S-stop… nahhn."

Kouga's fingers flexed against the claim-bite, and Inuyasha's neck relaxed even more, letting his head fall back.

"Mmm, no. I won't stop. Why should I? Especially when you like it so much."

Kouga nipped at the exposed flesh of Inuyasha's throat. Leaving bright red marks on the pale skin.

"No I don't! Let go!"

"Oh? This says differently."

Kouga slid his hand down to Inuyasha's rear and pressed two fingers inside.

"N-ahh!"

Kouga flexed his fingers, enjoying the way Inuyasha squirmed under his touch. The remains of their earlier coupling slicked his fingers and the wolf demon growled in satisfaction. Inuyasha was still stretched, and opened easily under the invading touch. Removing his fingers, Kouga lifted Inuyasha's hips and thrust inside.

Inuyasha screamed, and Kouga's eyes rolled back in his head. It felt even better than the first time, if it were possible.

"Gods you're tight!"

Kouga felt himself growl, but all he could hear were the delicious sounds coming from Inuyasha. He pressed his wet fingers against Inuyasha's mouth, shoving them inside. Pale pink lips closed around the digits as Inuyasha sucked unconsciously.

"Look at you, perfect little bitch. Should have taken you earlier. Who knew you were such a good fuck!"

Inuyasha's eyes flashed and sharp teeth closed on Kouga's fingers. The wolf snarled and tore his fingers out of the dog's mouth to grip the back of Inuyasha's neck. Kouga smashed his mouth against Inuyasha's in a kiss filled with fangs.

"Go to hell!"

Inuyasha cursed breathlessly when Kouga ended the kiss. The wolf smirked and hiked Inuyasha's legs over his shoulders to thrust deeper.

"Nnn!"

"Like that, don't you. I'm going to fuck you in half! And. You. Love. It!"

Kouga punctuated his speech with hard thrusts of his hips, jarring Inuyasha with each plunge. A steady stream of whimpers broke into a scream as Kouga bit down on one nipple, sucking furiously. Kouga dug the claws of one hand into the ground by Inuyasha's shoulder for stability as he sped up, holding Inuyasha's hips steady with the other.

Panting, Inuyasha reached for his own length only to be stopped by a snarl from Kouga.

"No touching. You're going to come from my cock in your ass, just like the first time."

Inuyasha whimpered, head falling back, too fucked to even consider why he was obeying Kouga's demand. Pleased, Kouga closed his teeth on the same area of Inuyasha's throat he had marked at the beginning of the chase. As Kouga moaned at the taste of blood flowing into his mouth, Inuyasha jerked, tightening around the length buried inside his body as he came for the second time that night. Inuyasha's claws raked across Kouga's shoulders and Kouga snarled, releasing his seed into Inuyasha's body.

Breathing heavily, Kouga unclenched his jaw, licking the wounds he had left on pale flesh gently. Pushing himself up Kouga looked at Inuyasha.

Two sets of faintly glowing red eyes made contact, one pair lowering in unconscious submission while the other pair blazed in triumph.

The hanyou was panting, still shaking in the aftershocks of pleasure. As Kouga moved the dog demon whimpered, abused flesh still speared by a hard length. Kouga chuckled, feeling oddly tender towards his rival.

"Shh, settle down puppy. The knot will fade soon enough. Then we can go home."

Inuyasha gave no sign of hearing the gentle words, but calmed under a soothing hand petting his stomach and flank. By the time Kouga was able to withdraw from Inuyasha's body and stand, the dog demon had fallen in an exhausted sleep. Swiftly Kouga gathered their things into a bundle and slung it over his back, gathering his new mate in his arms, Kouga disappeared into the dark woods.

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Kagura stared in horror at the riot of flesh, bone and blood that was Naraku. She was unable to tell what was happening to the creature. It looked as if the different pieces his patchwork body were either trying to mate with each other or kill each other or both. Odd howls and screeches emerged from the pulsing, writhing mass, but she steeled herself and ignored the sounds. Focusing on the ceramic jars along the far wall, Kagura carefully made her way across the room while keeping a wary eye on was should have been Naraku.

"Which ones are they, Kanna?" The wind witch questioned her sister, red eyes darting between the jars and the thing in the center of the room. Kanna pointed and with her help, Kagura was quickly able to locate the conainers she wanted. With her sister lifted under one arm and the jars cradled in the other, Kagura ran full speed away from Naraku's castle.

Just as she prepared to summon her feather, Kagura noticed a small form sprawled on the ground. Kohaku's limbs were twitching slightly, and something about him seemed strange to Kagura, but she was in too much of a hurry to bother thinking about it. Grabbing the human boy with the thought of using him as a bargaining chip, Kagura took to the skies and headed westward. Her sister and her heart firmly held in her grip.

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The young lord of the Western lands looked down at the small human girl he had taken in. Rin lay abnormally still and quiet on the futon, the covers pulled up under her chin. Sessoumaru had planned to ride out the Hunter's Moon as he always did, inside the walls of his palace with all the fully wards active. His plans had changed rather abruptly. When a strange jiyaki had exploded in the gardens where Rin liked to play, Sessoumaru had at first thought that some demon had managed to bypass his protections.

He had found Rin in the centre of a still-smoking crater that was already being overrun with rapidly growing flowering plants. Removing the girl to her room, Sessoumaru had spent the last few hours in silent contemplation. Tenseiga pulsed softly at his side, and he wrapped his hand around the hilt. Feeling the rush of youki from the pull of the Moon filling him, Sessoumaru remained unmoved from his place by the little girl's side. A slight thinning of his lips was the only sign that the daiyoukai felt the pain of his rapidly re-growing arm.

Rin's scent was changing. Losing what little remaining scent of mortality she had left after being so long in the company of a demon of Sessoumaru's strength. Sessoumaru did not know what to make of it.

What was more, the Moon was not affecting him as strongly as it had in the past. Always before, as an unmated, childless demon, he had been hard pressed to remain in control of himself. Perhaps the girl was more than just an amusing distraction after all. If she had managed to fool his youki into believing that Sessoumaru had bred, it was for the best. Yet that still left the question of how a human girl had managed such a feat.

If Rin had been youkai, or even hanyou Sessoumaru would have been able to understand it, but as a human she should not have been able to calm him during the Moon as a child of his blood would. Yet she did. It was puzzling.

Tenseiga pulsed again, more strongly, almost chiding, and Sessoumaru looked down at his father's sword in dawning comprehension. Tenseiga was of his father's blood and power, and it was thus now of Sessoumaru's blood and power. Using the sword to resurrect Rin must have somehow connected her to his youki. It was a plausible enough explanation.

A faint scent was carried to him on the breeze that entered through the open window. The source was still a long way off, yet Sessoumaru found a small smile tilting his lips in anticipation. Kagura was always such an entertaining conversation partner. It would be enlightening to see what brought her to his territory at a time such as this.

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His ass hurt.

It was the first conscious thought Inuyasha had upon awakening.

He shifted gingerly, attempting to catalogue his injuries. The hanyou did not remember getting into a fight. In fact, the last thing he remembered was helping with getting the village ready for Hunter's Moon…

Hunter's Moon.

Kagome had been at the well, and Kouga had been coming closer then...

The Call.

The hunt.

'…'

'Fuck.'

What the hell else had happened?

He became aware of a spot of burning pain on his neck. Brushing his fingers over the area, Inuyasha drew in a quick breath at the sudden ache that bloomed in his gut.

With one hand still pressed to the raw patch on his neck the hanyou sat up before paling and lying back down with a wince. Sitting was, apparently, a bad idea.

Resigning himself to a reclined position for a moment, Inuyasha finally took in his surroundings. He was in a cave, thin grey pre-dawn light filtered through the greenery screening the entrance. The floor slanted down towards the cave mouth, indicating that the cave would stay dry in all weathers. There was a fire pit just inside the opening, a few embers still burning faintly through the ash. Water jugs and packs of provisions were stacked against one wall. Inuyasha was lying in a pile of soft furs located in a shallow depression at the back of the cave.

Inuyasha drew a deep breath, paying careful attention to the scents.

Kouga.

The entire place positively reeked with the wolf demons scent.

All at once the memories rushed back. Memories of being hunted down by the wolf, memories of being taken, of being mated, of being fucking claimed, by Kouga of all demons!

Inuyasha snorted. No wonder his ass hurt. The mangy wolf bastard had taken him twice, and had not even had the decency to get him really prepared for it. There had only been barely enough to keep him from serious injury or tearing. Inuyasha winced and burrowed into the furs. He ached all over, especially in his legs and back, though his ass was definitely the worst of it.

The sounds of someone approaching the cave entrance made Inuyasha's ears twitch. The hanyou did not move as Kouga stalked into the cave, the still bloody carcass of a deer slung over his bare shoulder. Inuyasha was pointedly ignored as Kouga, dressed in nothing more than his fur kilt, set the meat down and lit the larger cooking pit outside before starting to skin the already gutted animal.

Inuyasha sneered at the wolf demon, though his eyes lingered on the well-defined muscles of the broad back. Could have done worse I suppose. He is the Master of the Wolf Demon Clan, after all. And Kouga's not really all that bad looking, though he's going to have to do something about his tendency to fuck me raw. I am not going to put up with not being able to walk every time the fleabag barbarian gets horny. Wincing at the reminder, Inuyasha reached down to try and rub the ache out of his lower back.

A startled sound escaped him as his hand encountered something furry, and attached to the end of his spine. Pulling it out, Inuyasha stared at the long fluffy white thing in his hand. It was a long, fluffy, white tail, one that looked a great deal like his brother Sessoumaru's. Only it was much shorter than the one the elder dog demon sported, because Inuyasha's tail only went about a foot past his feet.

This is too much. I have a fucking tail now? What's next, turning into a dog!

No sooner had he finished that thought than Inuyasha's world twisted around and turned inside out.

Kouga turned reluctantly away from the meat he was roasting when he heard Inuyasha yelp. Idiot probably tried to stand up. He should know that anything inflicted by a demons mate doesn't heal as fast as other… things…

"What the fuck?" Kouga gaped at the large white dog currently resting on the furs where Inuyasha had been when Kouga had come back from hunting. Wide, surprised blue-on-red eyes looked back at him as the dog whined in confusion.

Kouga blinked, and shut his mouth with a snap.

"Inukuro?"

The put out growl was proof enough of the dog's identity.

"How the fuck did you manage to transform into a true demons form? Hanyou aren't supposed to be able to do that!"

Inuyasha levelled a look at Kouga, looking just as baffled as the wolf.

How the fuck should I know, fleabag? This has never happened before! I don't even know how to turn back!

Kouga snickered, finally finding humour in the situation at Inuyasha's pleading whine.

"Just decide to be human, puppy, and your body will shift."

Giving Kouga a considering look Inuyasha followed the directions, and once again the world twisted around. There was a moment of silence once the world stilled, and then Kouga started laughing.

"What the hell is so funny you damned Ookami bastard!"

Kouga just pointed at the hanyou, and Inuyasha huffed, crossing his arms while turning his face away.

"What the fuck!"

Inuyasha grabbed a handful of his hair, glaring at it, before shifting the look to his hands, then dropping his hair to clap his hands to his ears. Black, human hair, clawless human hands, and rounded human ears met each look and touch. Kouga howled in mirth as Inuyasha'a outraged expression grew darker.

"Shut up you stupid wolf! The Night of the New Moon is over! I shouldn't be a ningen!"

"Went a little too human there, huh, Inukuro?"

Kouga managed to get out around his laughter. Inuyasha looked ready to leap for Kouga's throat before his face turned thoughtful.

"Maybe…"

"Huh?"

Kouga's laughter was stopped by his confusion, which Inuyasha cleared up by suddenly shifting to his familiar hanyou form in a pulse of youki. Inuyasha ignored Kouga's gaping as he examined his claws in satisfaction. Then the inu-hanyou's gold eyes narrowed in consideration, and with another pulse of youki, Inuyasha was once again in possession of a stripe on each cheek and a long fluffy dogs tail.

"Hmm."

"What the fuck is going on?"

Inuyasha shrugged, smirking smugly as he traced the demon markings on his face with one finger.

"How the hell should I know? I think that maybe Tetsusaiga did something to me in reaction to the Ryoshi no Tsuki, but I'm not sure, it could have been trying to prevent something from happening. Maybe this is what happens to hanyou who feel the Call and survive. Or it could be a result of getting claimed by you. I don't fucking know!"

Inuyasha was shouting by the end of his little tirade, when he threw his arms up in the air to make his point.

"Nngk!"

"Inuyasha?"

Kouga felt a little concerned as the dog demon's face paled abruptly and the inu curled up on the furs again. Inuyasha glared at Kouga through his bangs and the wolf approached, before hissing through gritted teeth.

"Ow."

The wolf demon blinked as he came to a stop at the foot of the furs where Inuyasha lay, looking confused for a moment before the dawn of realization brought a faint blush to his face.

"Uh… you alright, mutt?"

Inuyasha snarled and pulled the furs over his body.

"Go away."

Watching Inuyasha silently for a moment Kouga finally shook his head and turned away.

"Fine. I'll let you know when the meat is ready."

-

Mrs. Higurashi put her head down on her arms and prayed for strength. Or extra strength pain killers. Either would be fine, and both would be better. When her daughter had come home early, looking like an accident victim, Mrs. Higurashi had shoved her little girl into the bath and gone out on an emergency grocery run, intending to make her daughters favourite dishes. When she had returned she had found broken glass all over the ground from her daughter's shattered window and both of her children had been unconscious on the floor of Kagome's bedroom.

They had woken up that morning. They seemed to be all right, if a little bit… changed.

Kagome, I could almost expect this from. Mrs. Higurashi lifted her head just in time to see Sota zip around the shrine once again. But how is it that Sota has wings too?

Tsuzuku…

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EN:

"Everybody plot twist!" Dances!

"Hee, anyway did anyone notice that I wrote (OMG!) Het! Het smut, not less!

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I feel dirty. XP

Oh and for whoever asked, yes, there will be Mpreg at some point in the fic. I will reveal no more at this time. No comment. Toodles!"

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Finished: 2006-06-24

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