[LycanDope]

Chapter 8
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When the last bit of clothing fell away, Dorothy Ann stood proudly with her arms at her side, fists clenched. She'd always meant to get protective tattoos done but had never found the time to do it. Always next month and then next month again. Now, there were no more months. She stood with her feet shoulder-width apart, left foot slightly forward. She was lithe and short but many a man and woman and otherwordly beast underestimated how tough she was. She had a wiry strength and seemingly endless energy. Her breasts stood as small and proud as she did, nipples slightly pointed up. Her short hair was braided in a tight pattern around her head. Her pubic hair was a simple strip above her clit.

Yes. Yesssssss. I smell your hatred. I smell the burning putrid stench of your disgust. Come to me, child. Come to me, pet. Come to me.

Dorothy Ann fought every single step she took but all she did was slow her progress. The creature simply waited, constantly waving its tentacle arms in the air as she approached.

It matters not to me if you fight it, child. I like the struggle. I feed from it.

She wanted to curse at it, to fight it until she couldn't fight any more. She wanted to kick and scream and... Oh. Oh, yes. That spell. Quietly, Dorothy Ann muttered under her breath, preparing the way for the magic.

Oh, no. Don't worry about that, pet. There's no need for it. Don't overwork yourself. I release you. I won't entrap you again. Run, run little one. You're free.

And she was. She was completely free. Dorothy Ann scrambled for her weapons but a single tentacle shot out, wrapping itself around her midsection. "No! You said I was free!"

And you are. Free to run. As I'm free to stop you. I'm no fool - even a simpleton such as yourself could pose a threat to me with half a chance. Could have... but not any more. The tentacle around her waist tightened, squeezing the air out of her lungs with a loud 'oomph'. Dorothy Ann grabbed hold of it, twisting to get to the trunk of it. She bit down, hard. The taste of its flesh nearly made her let go but she held on, biting hard enough to tear a chunk out of it. Green ichor oozed from the wound.

Oh dear. Is this the part where I scream in agony and drop you? Please. I barely felt that. However, if you liked the taste, I would be happy to give you another? No? That's fine as well, pet. Two more tentacles grabbed each of her legs, spreading her apart slightly. Their dry skin felt like old leather as they coiled around her struggling legs. The three tentacles pulled her towards the main body of the creature. Dorothy Ann glared down at it, slightly frustrated that there was nothing really to glare at. It was simply a large massive pink thing with hundreds of wrist-thick tentacles. Another of its tentacles rose up before her. With a light touch, it gently reached out to her chest, tracing a sinuous line around her small, perky breast and down her stomach. She grit her teeth as it toyed lightly with her clit.

"You think this is is the first time I've been raped, monster? Think again. You won't-" She gasped and then bit her bottom lip as it entered her. She was dry but it was putting out some kind of liquid to make it easier. It moved in her, slowly back and forth.

As I was saying earlier, little one. Dorothy Ann watched in slight alarm as rows of bumps popped out from the tentacle inside of her, spiraling up and up until it was covered in hard little growths. One pressed directly on her g-spot, causing her to moan as it slowly rubbed back and forth. Another bump pressed against the hood of her clit and sometimes directly against her clit. A thick clear slime coated the entire tentacle. She moaned again, fighting the urge to wriggle her hips against the thickness inside of her. It'd been years since she'd had sex. At least seven years if she could remember. And three years since she'd even masturbated.

The voice resumed speaking. As I was saying, studying the glyphs and runes and languages like you've done isn't a one way street. What was the old human saying? Something about staring off of cliffs and monsters jumping up to eat you? Some nonsense.

The tentacle was rubbing slightly faster now, pulling out farther and then back into her. She closed her eyes to concentrate. Each damn bump rubbed against her clit and then inside against her g-spot and then back out the way they came until she wanted to scream for more. It was no longer just the creature that was wet - her own pussy was soaked from the way it completely- The orgasm stormed through her body and she yelled in surprise. So long. So long since she'd cum. She'd almost forgotten the feeling of it. The way it - No! No! This is not right! This is ooooooh gooood why? Why does it it it- Another orgasm, stronger this time. She was rubbing back against it now. She hadn't noticed it was happening but the bumps kept turning slightly away from that one spot inside of her and they just needed a little help to- NO! She screamed at herself. "NO! I won't let you have the the the..."

The... what? The what, little slut? Little whore? You're starting to like it, aren't you? You're starting to want more of it, aren't you? You can admit it. Nobody is here to hear you. Nobody is here to see your little sin. You're being forced into it, aren't you? It's not your fault. I'm raping you and you can't help that your body is enjoying it.

The tentacle slowed, barely moving. "Yes." She whispered, her eyes closed. "Yessss. It's not my fault. I can't stop the orgasms. I can't stop getting wet. I can't stop wan-" No. No no no no! Dorothy Ann reached down, grabbing the slick tentacle rubbing against her. She tugged at it, her hand slipping along its length. Again and again she tried to get it out of her until two more tentacles grabbed her wrists, pulling her arms out to her sides, away from her. She screamed in frustration. "Fuck you! Fuck you! I'll kill you! I'll-" The tentacle holding her right hand brought it to her mouth but Dorothy Ann jerked away at the last moment. Again and again she turned her head as it tried to force the hand into her mouth. Finally, it wrapped another tentacle around her neck and lower jaw, holding her in place. She grit her teeth against what was coming.

The creature didn't try to force the hand into her mouth - it simply placed it against her face. She couldn't not breathe in the scent of it. Her eyes unfocused briefly. The smell of her wet pussy combined with whatever the creature was producing was intoxicating. She breathed in deeply before she could stop herself. It was... rich, spicy, cloying, heady. The world spun around her. Her hips started moving again as she made little deep in her throat. Little happy, girlish moaning sounds every time it entered her. She opened her mouth, not noticing the tentacle had released her hand. She licked her finger in a long, slow stroke. Relishing the way it tasted - even stronger than the smell alone. Her other hand was released and she immediately placed two of her fingers against her clit, rubbing it through the hood, feeling the bumps as they entered her. She was trying to flex her ass and take the tentacle as deep as she could.

Her head rolled back and over in a slight circle. She had two of her fingers in her mouth now and her nostrils flared as she sucked on them. Three fingers. Four. She cleaned herself off and needed more. Wanted more. She grabbed the tentacle below herself, pulling it as hard as possible into herself this time. The tentacle that had held her hand snaked up and against her mouth to rub against her lips. She pulled her hand away from her clit to hold it and then Dorothy Ann guided the tentacle into her mouth, moaning as it secreted more liquid.

A small tentacle reached behind her, pushing between her ass cheeks. She tried to tell it yes, tried to beg for it but she didn't want to stop sucking on the tentacle filling her mouth. The smaller tentacle coated itself in the clear liquid and then pushed. She felt pain, sharp and bright in her ass but it was quickly consumed by the pleasures she was feeling. Suddenly, the creature pulled the tentacle out of her mouth and the other away from her ass.

Do you want it, little one? It asked her.

Dorothy Ann bit her lip, nodding her head once. She whimpered as she tried to ride the tentacle buried in her wet cunt. The creature mimicked her movement, not allowing her to take her pleasure.

Tell me, then. Tell me what you want, little whore.

"P... please. Please fuck my ass. Please let me suck on you again. Please. Oh god, please. I'll do anything. Anything you want. Please. Please. Please please-" Her mouth stretched to take the tentacle again and she almost cried for joy. When the other tentacle played against her ass, she tried to wriggle it in position to enter her. It hurt again as it spread her asshole. She'd never had anal - of all the times she'd been raped, the men had somehow never tried to fuck her ass and she never wanted it otherwise. Now she tried to push herself down on it, wanting to have it as deep in her ass as the one filling her pussy. But, it was almost too much. Even in her heightened state of bliss, it was almost too much to handle. Too much pain. And, still... Still she pressed herself down, moaning and gasping from it. Soon, the pleasure from the tentacle in her ass overrode the pain. She felt the bumps on the one in her pussy rubbing against the one in her ass and it was the most perfect thing she'd ever felt. She gripped the tentacle in her mouth, gladly wrapping her tongue around it, bobbing her head up and down the length of it.

She was lost.

It spoke to her again but she couldn't hear it. Didn't want to hear it. You creatures were designed for pleasures. Pleasures of the flesh. Eating, fucking, killing, debauchery. There's no end to it. Mostly. But you... you have a design flaw. You invited us in. You dipped your hand into the darkness and expected to come away clean. Now, take your reward.

The tentacles lowered her to the ground and then dropped her. She reached for them as they pulled away. "No. Noooo. Why did you stop? Why?" Her legs were slick from her cum and the creature's juice. Sharp spasms cut into her stomach from how deep the monster was in her. Her pussy was a dull, painful ache and she wanted more. Like an addict needing her fix she crawled to the thing, begging it to take her again. Begging it to fuck her stretched asshole. To fill her with its seed.

But, little one... Little slut... I already have.

The pain rode her body, straight from her drooling cunt to the center of her brain. Dorothy Ann threw her head back and shrieked. Voices and thoughts crashed into her. Demonic whispering and crying and shouts for help. She dug into the cold, wet soil on the edge of the gravel driveway, digging her nails into the deep earth. Bones grew in her back, below her shoulder blades, attaching themselves to her back muscles and spine and then growing more muscles to anchor themselves deep into her being. The pain was almost more than she could take. Her skin split on either side of her back and tiny little talons worked their way out of the skin.

The talons from her back grew, falling limply to her back and then sliding off of her to the ground. Bone and muscle followed the talons. Black, leathery skin unrolled from the long, thin bones growing behind the talons. Unrolled and then attached to new growth to become her fledgling wings. Further and further it all expanded until the process stopped, each wing laying in clumps of blood and skin ten feet to either side of her. She could feel the new bones and muscles in her back. She could feel the air on the new leathery skin as they dried slowing in the cold. "P... please. No. Please. Not this." She begged weakly. She raised her head to look at the creature in front of her. To beg more. Instead, she watched as her blond hair thickened and untied itself from its coils, growing longer and longer until it lay on the ground around her. "Noooooooo." She moaned quietly. A headache was building behind her eyes. She pressed her palms to her face against it.

The skin on her head tore like wet parchment. Dorothy Ann screamed again. Between golden strands of hair (tinged red with blood), small nubs grew up through the slits in her scalp. She felt the weight of them on her head as blood dripped down before her eyes. She felt them extend, pushing further and further out until it took effort to hold her head up. She couldn't see them but she felt them weighing her down. She tried to reach for the horn on her left side but stopped. Her nails were black. Her nails that she kept meticulously short were pure black. And growing. Growing out to sharp little points. She pushed herself up with effort and swayed under the weight of her new horns. The world spun before her eyes and she fell onto her side, whimpering.

Dorothy Ann's pale lips darkened into a deep black. Her chest burned. She heard small popping sounds and felt the way her skin stretched as her ribcage expanded. Her muscles tore and rebuilt themselves over and over. Her arms twitched and she watched her lithe muscles grow in mass. Her horns dug into the ground beside her as she writhed from the pain in her back. She opened her mouth to scream and her tongue shredded itself on her elongating canine teeth. She tasted her own blood and the pain in her back subsided. The coppery taste was nearly orgasmic - reminiscent of the creature's clear liquid. Her pelvis broke and then clicked back into place before she could think about biting her own tongue off to drink the blood.

A hairless tail erupted from the base of her spine, growing longer and longer until it reached her feet. The tip of it expanded into a wedge shape and, like the wings, she could feel it against the ground and against her legs. A new part of her. As she thought of it, the tail wrapped itself around her left leg. Dorothy Ann tried again to push herself up. And, again, stopped. Her chest was growing larger. She watched as her breasts stretched and grew under her. She felt fat issues filling and growing inside of her chest. She felt the way it filled the skin and she almost thew up. Her nipples rode the expansion until they nearly touched the ground below her. Like the horns, her breasts pulled at her oddly. She flipped herself over, wincing in pain when the base of her tail slammed against the ground. The tail snaked out, slapping the ground in protest.

Her legs. Her legs had grown while she was distracted. They were thick now, as were her hips. She wasn't a slim little girl any more - she was as curvy as a pinup model but with muscle and slight padding to cover it. As she watched, fine golden hairs grew from those thick legs. Grew and grew until she was covered in inches of long hair. Fur now. The fur grew up her thigh and stopped short of her crotch, sheathing her leg in thick, curly growth. Although larger, her stomach was still flat and taut with lean muscle. Her pubic hair thickened into a tuft of fur above sopping wet pussy lips. The hair soaked in her cum. A nerved flared in her foot and then died. She looked past the fur covering her legs to watch her toes melding together. One by one, the toes stuck together until both of her dainty little feet were just a mass of flesh. The soles of her feet dried out, turning white and rough. The flesh on the balls of her feet darkened and solidified. Bone connected to the new grown through her skin and then spread out, slowly taking the shape of a hoof. The rest of her foot elongated, pulling up and back until her lower leg looked like a horse's leg. Or a goat's leg. Thick tufts of fur grew along the back of her leg, several inches longer than the hair on her calves and thighs.

Fetlock. Her brain whispered to her. My own Fetlock. God help me.

The other voice intruded. Not God, no. Not God. You're done, pet. Stand for me. Let me see you.

Dorothy Anny considered herself. She'd grown several inches, possibly more because of her new feet. Her skin turned red before her eyes - from pale to light pink to dark pink to deep red. Her wings, dry now, spread out around her and she saw the inside of the wings were the same red as her body. She could work the talons as if they were her own fingers. She stood. Slowly. On shaky, newborn legs. The world looked small to her now. She felt powerful. Strong. Her biceps strained as she flexed her arms. Her right leg stomped of its own accord and she tossed her thick, newly long hair. Her ears... she reached up to the feel their new length - long and pointed now. She smiled, feeling the fangs grinding against her other teeth. Her tailed flicked behind her.

Beautiful. A better creation than your Ms. Frizzle. Come to me, pet. Embrace your creator.

Dorothy Ann walked to the creature. "You were right, you know." Her voice was husky now. Deeper but still female. "My studies opened me to your call. They opened me to your influence. To the changes you had for me. But, I embrace those changes. I'm farther along than you think. You have no control over me."

What? What did you say, you little fucking whore? What did you - aahhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Dorothy Ann's black claws tore into the soft pink flesh of the creature in front of her. Without pause she used her new claws and teeth and strength to rip the demon apart. She laughed as she killed it, reveling in the use of her own flesh, her own hands to destroy this thing. She felt herself grow wet from the violence. From the smell of its blood. Dorothy Ann wasn't sure when she finally killed it but, by the time she was finished, the parking lot was littered with its flesh. She closed her eyes, sniffing the air like an animal. Nothing. She could smell nothing of it besides its dead flesh. The essence of it was gone. She'd been able to sniff out demons when she was ... still human but not like this. She could smell the entire world around her.

She looked at the house nearby. Oh. Oh, yes. This is different. Let's see... Basement and first floor. My, my. What hath Ms. Frizzle wroth?

Dorothy Ann stomped through the gravel, breaking the small rocks with her hooves. She heard crashing and grunting before she even reached the fountain. Fun times ahead, she thought with a smile.