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Ahhh! A comment! I was starting to think I was writing into the void or that all of it sucked and people were just politely ignoring all of it. Or that I wasn't inviting comments based on the way I was posting things.

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Oh no. Now I feel like I turned it into a pity-me post thing. Uh. Thanks everyone. I didn't mean to whine for attention but I appreciate the thoughts and compliments just the same!
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Feline Therapy Ch. 03 [story / cheetah]
Ariel accepts her changes while her girlfriend learns her secret
Music and conversation assaulted Ariel as she entered the lively bar. She pressed a hand against her lower back to try and settle her struggling tail. She'd taped it against the back of her thigh this time and it hated being constrained. She hated the feeling of it being trapped as well as the feel of the tape on her but she had no choice. Even with the baggy pants she wore, she worried everyone would see.

The young woman scanned the room, churring instinctively as she searched the bar for her girlfriend. The curvy redhead was at the end of the bar, filling a glass from tap so she made her way through the crowd.

As she moved around tables and people standing in groups, she found her eyes darting around the room. She growled at sudden movement and eyed a slim woman as she separated from her mate to walk alone to the bathroom. Her hackles rose and she went to the balls of her feet while her tail frantically twisted against her.

But then the music crashed into her and she shook her head and continued walking. She was on edge. Anxious. Antsy. Aroused. The tests had shown nothing wrong. Nothing. While she'd need much more time for more complete testing, her DNA still matched 99% with her original sample and appeared entirely human. It made no sense at all. She'd even taken pictures of herself (and promptly deleted them) to ensure she wasn't imagining things. But then she'd worried she was imagining herself changed in the picture until her brain had clamped down and asserted control to keep her out of the endless abyss of 'what if'.

"Caitlin!" Ariel called out.

The redhead stopped, looked up with a smile at the voice and then frowned in confusion. She leaned forward quizzically.

"Ariel?" she said, uncertainly. Her eyes explored her lover's face. "You look different. Are you okay? I knew I should've stayed home with you today."

The scientist leaned in for a kiss but Caitlin turned her cheek.

"Not in front of the customers!" she reminded her. "You'll kill my tips."

"Or give you more," Ariel purred. Her throat vibrated as she licked the side of Caitlin's neck. Her tongue lashed against the girl's skin and hair and Ariel's claws dug into the girl's back, holding her in place while Ariel groomed her. She could feel her girlfriend struggling and giggling.

"Stop! Oh my god, stoooop!" Caitlin gasped. She pulled herself free while laughing with red cheeks and tears leaking from her eyes. "Holy crap, that tickled!"

Ariel's mouth hung open as she tasted the air and her tongue for the scent of her girlfriend. She churred again, quietly while her claws scored the bar and her left hand raked down her sensitive side.

A prickling sensation added to her arousal as the fur mixed in with her pubic hair began to expand beyond her mound. The light gray hairs crept along her belly until she thought she'd go mad from the feeling of it, pulling against her skin like a lover's rough touch.

"Sit!" Caitlin called out over her shoulder as she brought the waiting customer their drinks. "I'll get you your stout."

The stools at the bar were half full but, as she tried to sit, her tail flexed painfully so Ariel remained standing while following her lover with her eyes. The door opened, pulling her attention away as a huge group of students from the local college, her alma mater, walked in.

Caitlin sighed and dropped a coaster on the bar before setting a large glass of foamy, dark beer on it.

"Well," the redhead sighed again as she eyed the group. "I was hoping to get time to talk but it looks like tonight's not the night."

Ariel patted her girlfriend's hand and then stepped aside to make room for others. She ducked her face down in her hoodie while keeping her eyes up to try and keep everyone in view. Her hand flexed as a cocky looking boy with a goatee chatted with Caitlin. He smiled and reached for her but Caitlin moved her hand away to grab another glass. Ariel's claws dug into the wooden bar and she pulled, tearing strips out of the surface while growling. Her back hunched as she showed her fangs behind her trembling, blackened lips. Suddenly, her jaw flexed and she spat out a loud hiss that caused a few people to glance in her direction.

Just before she stepped over to him, one of the boy's friends pulled him away and they left to a nearby table. She could feel her fur settling against her back as the man left.

Jesus, she thought to herself. It's not just the physical changes. I've never been this protective of her. I didn't usually care but seeing her with these people... I have to get this under control. Everything feels like it's going haywire. I'm still turned on and I can smell her and it's getting worse. Hormonal changes? Are they secondary to the physical changes? Did something trigger it or did it just take this long to develop?

A second bartender joined Caitlin as drink and food orders began to pour in. She watched her beautiful girlfriend work. Her eyes traced the swell of her hips and the way her curly hair bounced as she moved. She scented the air and her claws slid free, unnoticed as she stared at the girl's breasts and down to her midriff and lower.

As she explored her lover's body with her amber eyes, she felt waves of heat course through her. It washed over her and she moaned, ducking her head while her nails sunk into the bar and her knuckles turned white. The torrent dragged at every nerve, hooking their own little claws into them. She hugged herself and bent deeper as she shook from the sudden waves of stimulation. Her muscular legs pressed together as a miniature orgasm tore through her. Her mouth opened wide in shock and her eyes fluttered. Lost in her own pleasure, she sighed and her voice rose with it into a distinctive yowl.

"-alright?" Caitlin asked near her.

Ariel arched upward to kiss her lover suddenly and ferociously.

"I need you," she panted. Her tongue dragged against the girl's freckled neck. "I need to fuck you so bad. I need to taste you and grind against you and-"

"Jesus!" her girlfriend said, stepping away with wide eyes as Ariel's teeth nipped her skin. "I'd love to but I have to work. Look, it's getting too busy. Go home and rest because you still don't look good. I'll wake you up and if you still want it, I'm all yours. You can pay me back with another back massage because mine is killing me again."

"Tell them you're sick," Ariel pouted. Her hands flexed against her sides. "Come home with me. I need you so bad."

"Just go!" Caitlin said as she walked over to a waiting customer. "Love you!"

The young scientist growled. Her jaw muscles flexed out and she hissed as another woman brushed past her. For a fraction of a second, her hands moved as the urge to slice through her exposed neck stormed through her brain but she stepped back and shoved her hands into her hoodie's pockets as the woman mouthed a 'sorry!' before disappearing into the crowd.

"I have to get some air," she told herself as she zig-zagged through the room. "Too many people. Too hard to concentrate on everyone. Too many smells."

The cool night air enveloped the black-haired scientist as she stepped out of the bar. Her shoes crunched on gravel while she walked to her car but she paused as she placed a hand on the door. With a quick look around, she lowered her hood and raised her head to the moon. She breathed deeply and tiny black and orange hairs pushed through her cheeks and the bridge of her nose. They spread to cover her cheeks and jaw before fading to dark gray under her chin.

Beyond the parking lot lay a dirt road and the wide main road it connected to. Beneath the nearly overpowering arousal was the bone-aching need to run. To stretch her legs to the limits and let her feet eat up the concrete until she couldn't take another step.

She grabbed her phone and keys from her purse before hiding the bag in the back seat of her car. After a moment's thought, she slipped out of her shoes and set them on the floorboards. She immediately stood on the balls of feet and then went to the tips of her toes to stretch. Her calf muscles strained as the ever present claws on her feet scraped the dirt and gravel covering the lot.

And then she walked away from all of it. Her furred ears swiveled to monitor for voices and cars but she ignored them as she placed her phone and keys in the zippered pocket of her hoodie. She walked down the dark unpaved road and began to lightly bounce. Her powerful muscles coiled and released and she thrill of the impending run mounted.

Yet it didn't feel right. Not yet. Not quite.

Ariel glanced around the empty road and the bar hidden behind trees and bushes behind her. She slid her jogging pants down to expose firm thighs and a wrist-thick tail bound to them. It twitched in anticipation as she sliced through the tape holding it and immediately sprung free, breaking the last line of tape before she could do it herself. She purred in pleasure as she finally felt complete.

Pulling up her pants, she breathed deeply and exhaled. And then she kicked off, scattering rocks. She touched down, barely wincing as her smooth skin hit the road. Her foot rolled forward to her toes and they splayed as the knuckles bent and her claws tore into the dirt. She kicked as her legs flexed and she leapt forward in a compact, fluid line of motion.

Dirt turned to concrete as it merged into main road. Sparks flew from her claws and her tail twisted as she turned in a wide circle until she reached the sidewalk.

Her scored, scratched feet began to swell and the throbbing pain she'd felt while running vanished as thick padding grew along the soles of her feet. She laughed and the wind whipped past, stealing the air from her lungs while she raced down the sidewalk with her tail streaming past.

The first car she passed flicked its lights at her but she barely noticed. Only when she began gaining on a second car did she grin fiercely and take it as a challenge. Her breath burst from her in a controlled rhythm as she pushed herself harder. She could feel herself sweating and an ache began to form at the edges of her muscles but she pushed past the car and then a third just beyond it.

Dark fur swept down her pumping legs to become quickly matted with the sweat pouring down her body. A fourth car honked at her as she flew passed. She recognized the area and realized she was close to home. A part of her wished she'd timed herself just to see how fast she'd run but the thrill of it was all that mattered. And the time would come for testing.

The small road that led to her house appeared on her right and she slowed. Her long legs ached and her throat burned as she opened her mouth to pant but she felt more alive now than she ever had. Rather than shout in victory, she smiled and ducked her head with her eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of the air against the fur covering her face.

Next time, she told herself. Next time without clothes.

The thought of it made her shiver. Made her remember how she'd felt in the bar while stripping her lover bare with her eyes. She swallowed, shivered again and then shrugged out of her shirt and hoodie.

Fuck it, she thought while puffing her bare chest up. The thick gray fur lining her stomach nearly hid her small breasts. She shook herself and then stopped. Should I?

Ariel reached down, hooking her thumbs into the thick pants. She pushed and they slid over her silky fur and bare skin. As she bent, her engorged pussy spread and she grinded her sharp teeth together at the scent of her need. The young woman stepped out of her pants and held them with her other clothes.

The absolute freedom of her nakedness was intoxicating.

She slipped from the road with alert eyes and ears, a dark shadow watching for other predators (neighbors, she reminded her brain) as she stalked home. Occasionally she crouched in tall grass as a car passed or someone stepped out of their house. Her tail flicked in annoyance until she could move again.

Once home, she threw her clothes aside and crashed into bed. She was asleep nearly instantly and her quiet snores vibrated into deep purrs.


A single snort woke the young scientist. Gray, pre-dawn light filtered through their thick curtains as she roused herself to see Caitlin asleep next to her.

Her mate was home.

She slid beneath the covers until she lay between the girl's legs. A quick flex of her hands brought out her claws and she lifted her lover's panties with one hand while slicing through them with the other. As carefully as she could, she pull them aside and moaned at the sight of the other woman's pussy.

Unable to contain herself any longer, Ariel reached her arms under Caitlin's thighs to hold her in place while she ran her tongue along the other girl's lips. Her lover jerked above her but she held her tight and licked again.

"Too rough!" Caitlin cried out as she reached down to grip her girlfriend's black hair. "Too hard on the clit!"

Ariel chirped and spread the other woman's legs further. Her arms slid down the girl's smooth, bare thighs until they lay against her hips. Ariel pressed forward, breathing deeply of her lover's scent before dipping her tongue between the girl's pussy lips. The redhead gasped above her and twisted her legs as her body began to respond in kind and Ariel tasted her sweetness.

"Oh. Oh, love," Caitlin groaned. "God! God, it feels so different. So fucking good, love!"

The skin along Ariel's lips opened, shifting the short black and tan hairs covering her face. The tips of her whiskers pushed forth from the openings and her ears flicked back as she worked her head up and down while forcing her tongue deeper into Caitlin's soaked pussy.

A single laugh escaped the redhead's mouth. She bit her finger and raised her head with a gasp and then laughed again as Ariel's lengthening whiskers tickled her sensitive thighs.

"What are you-" Caitlin asked, pulling the blanket away. "Oh shit! Who the fuck-?! Ariel?!"

The curvy redheaded girl shoved herself back while pulling the blanket up to cover her chest. Ariel ran her tongue along her black lips and then against the sparse fur on the back of her hand. She rubbed her hand against her furred cheek and then stopped as she realized what she'd done.

"I- I- I-" Ariel stammered. Her voice cracked and rumbled in a stuttering purr to show her anxiety. "I made a mistake."

"Wh- wh-" Caitlin tried to say.

The young scientist sat on the bed with her legs crossed. She grabbed her thrashing tail and curled it around her slim hips.

"A tail!" Caitlin yelled as her eyes nearly bulged from their sockets. "That's a fucking tail! And fur! You're covered in it! You're a- You're a-"

"I'm still me," Ariel said, reaching a tentative paw (hand! she reminded herself) out to place against her lover's knee. Yet she felt the thick padding against the blanket and she knew that wasn't exactly true any longer. She sighed and looked down at her lap. "I went for a morning run a while ago..."


"And so here I am," Ariel finished. She ran her palm against her shin before curling her fingers to lightly scratch her nails against her own thighs.

"Does it hurt?" Caitlin asked. "It's freaking me out. You sound like Ariel but you look... you look like... it's just so weird, you know?"

"I know!" Ariel said, flexing her claws to dig into her leg. She could feel the strength in her legs as she squeezed. The unrestrained power within that she'd barely had time to test. "And, no. No, it doesn't. It feels good. Really good, actually. I ran last night! I passed cars and I tumbled at the gym and I feel so strong. I-"

"I want it," Caitlin said. She dropped the blanket to grab her girlfriend's arm.

"You-?" Ariel started to ask. "Caitlin, I can't- I don't even know what the long term-"

"Please!" her girlfriend begged as her eyes watered with unshed tears. "My back hurts all the damn time. I have to crouch to even pick things up. You know- you remember how I've talked about the nationals and how close I came to qualifying for the Olympics. The car accident- Ariel, please. Please."

"But," Ariel said, gently pulling her hand away. "Look at me, Caitlin."

"I know," the redhead said quietly. She gripped her own fingers while a tear rolled down her cheek. "I know! But you'll fix it. You're brilliant. I know you will. We have money. I have a little saved up. I can take time off while you work on it and we can- you- I just don't want to hurt anymore. I want to dance with you. I want to move again. I miss who I was. Who I could've been. I just- I just-"

"Okay," Ariel said. "Okay, babe. I'll do it."

"When?" Caitlin sniffed, wiping at a tear.

"Now," the black-haired cheetah girl said. "The sooner it starts, the more time I'll have to take everything apart to analyze after you've changed."

Caitlin squealed and threw herself on her lover. They tumbled, breathlessly until the curvy redhead lay atop her girlfriend.

"God, you're so warm and soft," she mused, gently rubbing her hands through the other woman's black fur.

"Oh," Ariel sighed. "Oh, wow. Don't stop. That's. That's amazing. Wow."

"You're purring!" Caitlin exclaimed. "Oh my god that's the most adorable amazing thing ever! How are you doing it?! Can I do it?! Oh god!"

"I- no, don't stop, just, yes - right there, yesssss," Ariel purred, squirming beneath the other woman's touch. She yowled as Caitlin bent her mouth to her chest but the woman giggled and spread fur aside until Ariel's nipple was exposed. Her wet, warm mouth encircled the stiff nipple while her tongue flicked it back and forth.

'What's-" Caitlin asked as her fingers explored the gray fur lining Ariel's belly. The black-haired woman jerked at the girl's touch.

"Fuck!" Ariel yelled, bucking her hips. She grabbed her lovers hand to hold it in place on her belly.

"Uh, babe?" the redhead said. "You've- you've got yourself a nipple situation here. Ooohhhholy shit, you've got multiple nipple issues here. Literally. You've- mmmph!"

Caitlin's eyes widened as Ariel pushed her down to the teats hidden in her thick fur. She hesitated and then opened her mouth to suck at the smaller nipples. Ariel thrashed beneath her. Her claws tore into the sheets and mattress as she tired to stay still under her lover's ministrations. Warm fingers slipped through thick black and orange fur until they pressed against Ariel's swollen, soaked lips. She yowled loudly, raising her hips as Caitlin's fingers slipped inside her tight sex.

"I think," Caitlin gasped in between switching to a different teat. "I think I'm going to love this."


The BMW's engine ticked as it cooled. They'd taken Caitlin's old Taurus back to the bar to retrieve Ariel's car and then gone together to her lab. The pair sat together inside the luxurious car, holding hands while staring at the entrance of the building. Caitlin mindlessly caressed the padding on the palm of Ariel's hand.

"I'm- I'm nervous," Caitlin said. "Are you sure it doesn't hurt?"

"I never said that," Ariel replied. She liked the feel of her lover's soft fingers against her. "Remember how I was sick? There's that but I only remember bits and pieces. And then some of it hurts afterwards when you start to change. It's not terrible but it's not all pleasant. It passes quickly, though."

They'd spent time in bed together with the redhead passing out while snuggled little-spoon against her girlfriend's fur. When they woke in the afternoon, they'd talked before Ariel had sequestered herself to take notes on the data she'd taken from the lab after her own change. She'd come up with a few threads to chase after but, overall, she was still stumped. And distracted. Ever since the bar she'd found herself entirely too sensitive and easily aroused. The house was filled with her lover's scent and old, nearly faded smells of past lovemaking. Masturbating had helped a little and she'd had to take several breaks to calm herself.

Ariel flexed her shoulders and back. She'd woken up with a sore spot just above her tail but the ache vanished nearly as soon as she recognized it. Something to keep an eye on.

An office light on the second floor blinked out as they continued to wait. Eventually, an older woman exited the building. She paused when she noticed the BMW but its windows were too tinted to allow her to see inside. The woman pulled her bag tighter against her body and walked to her silver Mercedes.

Two pairs of eyes, one the color of dark honey and the other faded blue, watched her leave. They waited together in the empty parking lot until Caitlin spoke up.

"I'm ready," she whispered.

Ariel squeezed her girlfriend's hand and then kissed her lightly.

"Still tickles," the redhead said shyly.

They exited the car and Ariel made sure her hood was down before shoving her hands in the front pocket. Caitlin came around to link arms and they walked together until they reached the front.

The young scientist tapped her badge against the card reader and the doors slid open. She kept her head down while walking nonchalantly through the offices. The cheetah girl's claws clicked on the hard floor in the foyer until they reached the carpeted offices. She'd considered shoes but found herself enjoying walking barefooted.

"I'm nervous, love," Caitlin whispered. "I know I've been here before but it's dark and quiet and-"

"And we're about to try some untested mad scientist DNA editing on you," Ariel finished.

"It hasn't killed you," the redhead said.

"No, not yet it hasn't," came the reply.

"And you're still you," Caitlin prompted. "Right? Do you, umm, do you get cat thoughts?"

"I'm sorry, 'cat thoughts'?" Ariel asked as she pushed the door open to her laboratory. "What are 'cat thoughts'?"

"You know," the girl said. "Like. Uhh. You know what, nevermind."

"No, no," Ariel teased as she began to set up the equipment she needed. Her ears flicked as she grinned. The dark black line of fur on her cheeks widened as she flashed her teeth. "I need to know what you mean here. I want to hear you say it."

"Like," her girlfriend started to say. "Like. Chasing. Mice? They- I don't know, you jerk! I was just thinking out loud."

The cheetah girl churred in laughter.

"Like that!" Caitlin accused, pointing her finger. "And the purring! Are you doing that on purpose?"

"Well," Ariel paused. "No. I don't even notice it. Just kind of happens. Now to business. I need some blood and some quiet time. Just a finger prick, don't worry. I know what you think of needles."

"Oh god," the other woman asked while holding out her index finger. "Do you have to inject the stuff when it's done?"

"No," she reassured her as the tiny plastic instrument clicked. She squeezed a drop of blood and then wiped it away. After the third time, she soaked up the drop of blood and "Just something you drink."

The ache appeared above her tail but vanished once again when she reached back to massage it.

Something with the tail? she wondered as she placed the plastic tray in a small machine. Maybe my back muscles aren't strong enough for it yet? I'll have to look up exercises later.

Caitlin excused herself to her girlfriend's office. She sat at the computer, browsing online to keep herself occupied while Ariel worked. Minutes turned to hours and she wandered over to the leather couch. She tossed and turned, kept awake by the anxiety and excitement of what was coming until sleep finally took her.


"Babe," a gentle voice said.

"Whattimeizzit," Caitlin groaned.

"Just after 3 in the morning," Ariel replied. "Took longer than I thought but I'm ready. Wake up."

The redhead yawned and stretched and sat up while rubbing at her eyes. "Are we going home?"

"No, we have to take it here so I can clean everything afterwards."

The young woman nodded and then glanced toward the four jars on the coffee table in front of her.

"I'm a little scared," she admitted. "What if it goes wrong?"

"Hey," Ariel said, rubbing her girlfriend's back. "That hurts. You remember all those nights I didn't come home? And the fights we had? I was here, working on this. Have some confidence in your 'brilliant' girlfriend's work."

"I do," she replied. "I'm sorry. How does it work?"

"Take them in order," her girlfriend said. "Left to right. Finish all of them that you can."

"And then?"

"And then we go home and I take care of you while you get violently ill."

Despite her fear, Caitlin reached forward, uncapped the first vial and downed the entire contents.


"Uhh," the redhead groaned in the car. "I, uhh, I don't feel so great."

"I know, babe," Ariel replied. She reached out to place a hand on her girlfriend's knee, squeezing it as she sped home. "Just hold on until we're home."

"'Kay," the other woman replied, turning her head toward the window.


"You s- s- s- said it w- wouldn't hu- hurt," Caitlin stuttered. She lay as her girlfriend had, soaked with sweat and twisting on the bed. Her body spasmed as she gripped the sheets tightly.

"Hush," Ariel said gently, wiping the sweat from her face until the other woman lay quietly.

The curvy young woman whimpered as she passed out and Ariel yawned. She checked her watch and then stood on long legs while massaging her lower back. The coffee machine dinged from the kitchen and she walked over to it to retrieve another cup. She prayed she'd have time to rest before her girlfriend woke again.

Returning to the bedroom, Ariel leaned over her girlfriend after another quiet whimper escaped the girl's lips. She held her down gently to clean the girl with her tongue. It was the third time she'd done it over the past two days and seemed to calm her. Even better, she enjoyed the act although she couldn't put a finger on why. It just seemed to scratch some emotional itch within her core.

Some 'cat thought', no doubt, she laughed to herself. With a cup held awkwardly in her paw, she curled up on the recliner next to the bed, pulling her tail around her waist before grabbing a book from the night stand. She was jittery from the coffee and the seemingly boundless energy brought on by the change but didn't want to leave Caitlin's side.

With a sigh, she found her spot in the book and continued reading.


The redhead's fever broke in the middle of the night and she slept peacefully until morning. She woke with a smile to see Ariel sleeping in the chair next to her.

"Wake up!" Caitlin whispered loudly. "I'm still alive!"

"Heeeey, babe," Ariel grinned. She laughed as her girlfriend went to her toes and spun in a slow circle.

"I feel pretty good actually"! she said. "When will it start to work?"

The cheetah girl stood and pushed her lover gently over the bed. She raised the girl's shirt and ran her fingers along her spine. Her claws teased red fur surrounding the girl's lower back.

"It already has," Ariel purred, feeling her arousal suddenly surge forth as she eyed her prone lover. She loved forward to kiss the mound of fur and it tickled her whiskers as it began to slowly creep along her back. Her sharp ears twitched as a bone clicked somewhere in the girl's body.

"Ohhhh," Caitlin gasped. "Wow. Woooow. Let me up for a minute. I- I have to see something."

Ariel stepped back while watching the girl with hungry, intense eyes. The redhead took a deep breath and leaned forward. She hesitated halfway and then continued to bend until she was touching the floor. After a short pause, she grabbed her ankles and pulled her upper body against her thighs. When she raised herself back up into a standing position, tears streamed down her face. The skin already her watery eyes was already darkening as it had for Ariel.

"It doesn't huuuurt," Caitlin sobbed. She reached her arms out and Ariel took them to enfold her in a warm, tight hug. They stood together as years of pain and frustration worked their way out of the girl's system.

Finally, after a few hiccuping cries and nearly an entire box of tissues, Caitlin smiled tremulously. She stood before a mirror to see the dark red fur covering her lower back. Small black spots stood out on her thin coat and, as she watched a few red hairs began to slowly creep down her neck.

"I want to try it," the girl said. She bounced on her toes and heels and grabbed her girlfriend's hand.

"Isn't it crazy?" Ariel asked. "Feeling all that pent up energy?"

"God, yes!" the redhead replied. "It's like I've had twenty cups of coffee and there's no crash in sight. Can we go to the gym? Can we??"

"I've already got our gear together, babe," the black-haired cheetah girl smiled. She winced and scratched her back before picking up her gym bag. "Get changed, grab your bag and we'll go. Through the back, though. I don't think I look too much like my picture any more."


After waiting for a young mother to haul her children into the gym, the two young women snuck through the rows of cars until they reached the rear entrance. Caitlin slid her card through the reader three times before her trembling fingers worked properly. She paused as Ariel put a hand in front of her chest but then she hissed as pain shot through her head.

"It'll pass," Ariel whispered. She reached her hand out to massage the other girl's ears and her leather pads rasped against the silky fur beginning to grow there. Her tail struggled against the tape holding it down as it tried to thrash in sympathy for her lover. "Just give it a minute."

"I can hear them!" her girlfriend said. "Wow! It's not too loud but I can still hear them inside. I think they're gone now."

They opened the door and crept inside before running toward the gymnastics room with Caitlin giggling the entire way.

"I locked it," Ariel said as Caitlin ran and jumped around the room. "I think that'll give us time to sneak out or hide if someone tries to get in."

"What should I do first?" the redhead asked. She leapt up to a balance beam, landed and then tumbled off the side, laughing as her girlfriend cringed.

"Take off your shoes," the dark-haired woman replied. "Just in case."

"That's a good idea," she said, bending to her light pink trainers. "I think- Ariel! Oh shit, oh shit!"

"What is it?" the woman said, leaping and running to stand next to her girlfriend.

The redhead held up a hand, holding it by the wrist. She groaned and they both watched as the flesh beneath her fingernails swelled. The nails strained and dented on both hands.

"What's- ahh!" the girl cried out. A single drop of blood escaped the tip of her finger as the skin separated. "Oh fuck, oh fuck! Is it- Are they-"

"Claws, babe," Ariel said soothingly. "Just give it a minute. Like with your ears, okay? Just breathe and relax. It'll be fine, trust me."

"Ahhh, it feels weird!" Caitlin said as she turned both hands back and forth. "Wait, I think. Yeah, I think it's done. Wow. Do they go away?"

"Yeah, there's a, uh, thing," she told her. "It's, wow, I haven't thought about how to describe it, really. Like a muscle or something in the back of your hand? You just move it. Try tensing and relaxing your hand until you-"

As she explained the process, Ariel felt the the twinge in her back suddenly release. She cried out and dropped to her hands and knees Caitlin was beside her immediately with her clawed hands tearing at the mat in concern.

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" the redhead asked as her eyes searched her girlfriend's face.

The dark-haired woman growled in pain with her head straining forward. Her body shook and she panted from sudden exertion. Fur receded along her body with the sensation of a million ants crawling just beneath her skin. She fell to her side and trembled until she focused internally.

It was there! Just there! Where is it? she wondered frantically. She reached back to feel patches of bare skin but as she touched her tail, she found what she sought. Whether real or a physical manifestation of a mental process, she pulled the hidden tendon using newly formed muscles and the pain changed. The young woman gasped and stretched as, once again, fur emerged from her body.

"What happened?" Caitlin asked. She reached a hand out and her claws slid back into her fingertips. Red wisps of fur lined the back of her hands and arms. "Oh! There it is! I figured it out."

Sweat dripped from the tip of Ariel's nose before it cracked, shifted and flattened against her short muzzle.

"It's reversible," she panted. She lay on her side and rolled to her back, wincing as her tail stuck beneath her. "It's reversible! It's like your hands. For your claws! There's something in your back that does it. I didn't feel it until I took you to the lab but it's right there. Oh my god, this changes everything! I don't have to fix anything and we can go out in public and, and-"

"Babe?" Ariel asked, lifting her chin as she took a deep breath. Her amber eyes focused on her lover to see the redhead's cheeks flushed and her eyes unfocused.

"Uh," came the reply. "I. Uh. I'm fucking horny. It just. It just came out of, ohhhhhhh shit. I'm so wet, love. I'm. I-"

Caitlin dropped to her hands and knees and raised her ass. Veins stood out on her reddened neck but she raised her lightly furred jaw and yowled loudly. She raised her wide hips high and lowered her forehead to the ground with her mouth open. Red fur marched along her arms and over her shoulders as the bright pink of her yoga pants darkened over her sex. She cried out and the wet patch widened.

"I ju- just ca- caaaame," Caitlin said. "It's not stooooowwwwlllll!"

The redhead yowled as the bones in her face reshaped. They cracked and shifted and her canines slid down while her jaw lengthened into a short muzzle that matched her lover.

Ariel's pupils dilated and she lost herself in the pheromone-laden scent of her girlfriend. Her claws shot out and she sliced through the band of Caitlin's pants. Thin lines of blood trailed behind her claws as she ripped into the other woman's clothing to leave her bare. The redhead's pussy was slick and swollen and she flexed down further, flattening her chest on the ground while looking back with pleading eyes.

The thick path of fur above Caitlin's ass bulged into the start of her tail but Ariel ignored it and shoved her face forward to greedily suck at her girlfriend's sex. The other woman shrieked as the papillae lining Ariel's tongue dragged against her engorged lips and clit. The black-haired cheetah girl's claws roamed the other woman's back, kneading and slicing at her lover's sports bra until it popped apart to free Caitlin's large breasts. She gasped as they popped free as she reached her own hand up to massage and pull at her stiff nipple.

A line of sweat soaked white fur emerged from the curvy woman's stomach. It sprouted from her collarbone down to her belly button and further to surround her bulging lips. Ariel's tongue pulled at the hairs growing around her lover's pussy and she reached back to dig her claws into Caitlin's ass, spreading her open as more red and black fur emerged around her fingers.

"YES!" Caitlin screamed as orgasmed. Her leg shot back and claws pierced her toes to tear a long line in the tough fabric beneath them. The girl's hips dropped but Ariel held her in place. The raven-haired girl purred as she ate her lover out. She shoved her tongue as deep as she could, carefully pulling the girl's labia open with her claws to expose the slick, pink opening.

Gasping and panting, Ariel sat back. She cleaned the backs of her hand and rubbed her face while her girlfriend fell to her side. The other woman's short tail flailed at the ground next to her while it expanded and lengthened.

The young scientist, still purring, grabbed her lover's ankle. She kissed the wispy fur beginning to grow there as she slipped between the other woman's legs to press their clits together. Caitlin hissed and clawed the ground as she furred breasts shook but she shoved herself against her girlfriend.

The dark-haired woman began slowly. She slid herself in a tight circle, flexing rock-hard muscles as she found the perfect spot and her lover gasped in return. She leaned forward and Caitlin's flexibility helped raise her leg straight. It wasn't a position they used often due to the awkwardness of it when toys and fingers and mouths worked better but claws and the current lack of their 'secret chest' forced them to improvise.

Ariel pressed her cheeks against her girlfriend's leg. She moaned as her hips rocked back and forth. The young woman found herself licking the other woman's bare skin in an uncontrollable urge to show her affection. She stroked the girl's thigh and leg with her claws, panting as she suddenly tasted fur. Her purr rose in volume and she began licking more intensely as if dragging the fur forth from her lover's body.

With a jerk of her hips and a hitch in her breath, the scientist orgasmed. She yowled in a lustful, nearly piteous whine as she rubbed her long white whiskers against Caitlin's leg. Black fur tangled with red as her cheek worked in wide circles. She closed her eyes while letting the rush surge through her, calming the intense heat driving them both.

The pair untangled themselves and the black-haired girl opened her eyes to see her lover completely changed. Unlike her, the other girl's body was red with a scattering of black spots and she was larger. For Ariel, her breasts were nearly hidden beneath her fur but Caitlin's chest showed the obvious swell that had turned so many heads. Rather than the gray of the smaller girl's body, the curvy redhead's belly was lined with shockingly bright white fur that did little to hide her swollen pink nipples. A wet part of fur above her mound showed two of her teats and Ariel had to bite her lip hard to keep the heat from overriding her again.

Temporarily satisfied, the tip of Caitlin's thick tail tapped against the shredded mat.

"That's weird," the larger girl panted. "I can feel it moving but I can't stop it."

The red and black tail rose, twisted and slapped the ground and then lay still for a moment before the tip once again tapped a continuous beat on the floor.

"Fucking weird but incredible," she said. "All of this. I lost myself there. Like that time I had too much of those brownies at Jenna's party and you had to take me home. I saw it happening from far away. I was just really warm and I started moving and, shit, it's still there. Am I going into heat? Is that what this is? Is that what it's like? Just gets hotter and hotter and harder to think until you just fuck while blasted out of your mind? Hell. I mean, okay wow but, hell."

Rather than answer, Ariel raised herself off the mat with her hands planted on the ground. Her tail bent left and up and she picked her right hand up, raising it above her body. She felt her back muscles and abdominals shift and clench and she turned her legs to the side. Her girlfriend watched with wide eyes as the smaller woman lifted her legs in a graceful arc while her black tail rotated to provide extra balance. Hidden beneath her thick coat, her arms bulged and flared to keep her position until she held herself in a perfect line from hand to toes.

"Ho. Lee. Shit," Caitlin whispered. "Do you think I can do that?"

Again without answering beyond a sharp exhale, the young scientist reversed the maneuver to slowly lower herself back to the mat. She looked up and the dark lines along her cheeks widened into a toothy smile.

"One way to find out, babe," she told girlfriend.


The silent building echoed with sudden laughter and excited conversations as the large double-doors were slammed open. Ten young women of various shapes and sizes, but nearly all slim, filed through the doors to escape the cold February snow falling behind them.

Posters for the 2020 Olympics lined the walls around them with motivational messages handwritten below their various slogans.

A lone black-haired woman stood in the entryway, eyeing the group as they filtered in.

Caitlin broke away from the group, screaming in joy as she ran to hug Ariel. She plastered her girlfriend's face with kisses until the smaller woman's hand pressed against her to gently push her away. Still, she smiled warmly and whispered 'I love you' before addressing the small crowd.

"Good morning everyone!" Ariel said loudly.

"Good morning, coach!" the girls answered in unison.

"Ariel and I will lead you to your individual rooms," she told them. She wore tight knee-high spandex with a black sports bra that showed her hardened stomach and clearly defined arms. A faint line of black 'happy trail' hair lay against her flat belly. Her finger toyed with a silver band on her ring finger. "I know you just got in but we have an eventful day already planned."

Despite their smiles, the women listened carefully.

"Your captain will distribute the schedules as well as your tailored diets," she continued. Ariel pulled a stack of folders and then followed her fiancée as she turned to walk down the hallway. "You have an hour to stow your gear and get familiar with the layout of the building. We'll meet back in the common room before we begin."

They passed through an open room. A large table lay centered in the room and nine glasses lay on the table. The liquid within was clear with white strands floating in a chaotic pattern. Caitlin shared a knowing glance with Ariel before the other woman continued.

"I have great expectations of all of you," she told them. She gestured to her future wife and Caitlin before shepherding the girls down to their dorm rooms.

Black hairs emerged from Ariel's skin. She worked her neck slowly back and forth with a hissing sigh and the hairs stopped, leaving a swath of her lower back covered in fine hairs. Her lips trembled to show sharp, tiny points on her canines as an always imperceptible bulge of skin above her ass writhed.

"I'm sure you'll surpass all of them," she told their retreating backs as her brown eyes brightened to the color of burnished wood. Her toothy smile widened to show two faint lines between her eyes and lips. "And I very much look forward to it."
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I enjoyed this 3 part story immensely. I love how you express changes in not only visual detail, but also the emotional and primal response to the changes.

Thank you for posting this, it's one of my favorites of yours(top one being r/goneallwild) And you are still one of my favotire TF writers!
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I enjoyed this 3 part story immensely. I love how you express changes in not only visual detail, but also the emotional and primal response to the changes.

Thank you for posting this, it's one of my favorites of yours(top one being r/goneallwild) And you are still one of my favotire TF writers!
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Inescapable [story / multiple animals]
Two young girls find a cursed artifact that changes their entire village
The sky mourned with the village.

Beneath the gray, flat clouds the sky was the color of curdled milk. Rain fell in drizzling slanted waves as lightning flashed soundlessly far into the distance.

Mary walked with her younger sister, a bucket in each hand while Faith struggled with just one.

"Papa says they's gonna call the adults together," Faith grunted. Her white dress, embroidered with green flowers was caked in mud. She shook her head to settle her twin braids behind her. "Tonight at elder Joshua's home."

"It's no business of ours, Faith," Mary reminded her. Her own dress, handed down from her mother and patched several times over was nearly as filthy. She reminded herself yet again that she needed to take the laundry down to the river.

"Says you. I'm gonna go," the younger sister said defiantly. She blew air from between her lips as the rain streaked down her face

"You'll get a whoopin' if you go," the older sister replied, stepping around a large rock in their path. Her arms burned from the weights of the buckets. They'd found black growths inside their rain barrel that morning and the whole family worried whether it was the cause of their father's harsh coughing. Regardless, they decided it would be safest to draw from the well until they could clean it.

"If they catch me, Mary. You know they got better things to do than look for chil'ren running loose," the young girl huffed. She set her bucket down with a sigh. "Wait a second. My back's afire."

"You're not a child, Faith. You're old enough to be married off-"

"To who?!" Faith cried, suddenly upset. "The whole town's dyin' if'n you're too busy to notice."

"There's Isaiah," Mary replied, refusing to acknowledge her sister's fit.

"Papa talked to Isaiah's pa," the girl said, crossing her arms. Her dress clung wetly to her scrawny body. "I heard it from Eunice he'self. Says he's ridin' to Asher's Vale to sign up for solderin' but Eunice says she saw blood in his shit when she was cleanin' the pots. He won't make it to no war, let alone my wedding bed."

Mary dropped the bucket in her right hand. Suddenly weightless, her hand whipped out to slap her sister's cheek. The smaller girl staggered back with tears in her eyes.

"You watch your mouth," the older girl said as she gripped the handle of her bucket again. "Just 'cause mama ain't... isn't here doesn't mean you can use foul language."

Faith sniffled but picked up her own load and they walked silently until they drew close to their barn. The closed door hung crooked on rotted wood but opened easily when Mary pushed at it with her hips.

"'Sides," Faith said quietly. "You'll be married 'fore me."

"Maybe," Mary sighed. But, she wouldn't. She knew she wouldn't. Her sister was younger and she would pass her chance to her if a suitor was ever found. If.

Standing in the musty barn, the older sister squeezed her braid, pulling from top to bottom until it was dry. She could feel her nipples against the soaked blouse of her dress as the cold hardened her soft skin.

The sensation pulled her back, months ago during the end of summer when Isaiah had cornered her in the barn, roughly kissing her while pawing at her chest. He hadn't said a word. Hadn't told her he liked her or wanted her or anything. One moment, he was helping her with chores and, the next, his mouth was on hers. Awkwardly, as he painfully pinched her nipples.

He'd left when her papa had called for her to come inside. All she had felt was was the desire for him to be finished with his business before she got in trouble for taking too long with her chores.

"Come on, then," Mary said as she pulled her dress away from her body. "Get inside and clean up while I go look for wood. We burned the last of the good ones for father last night."

"Mary," Faith said, grabbing her sister's sleeve. "Don't- don't be long, hear? It don't feel right today."

"I won't," the older girl said, gently kissing her sister's forehead. She grabbed her bonnet and basket before turning back at the door. "Get to scrubbin' and don't forget to save the ashes from the pit this time. I'll be back 'fore you know it."

The cold, driving rain forced a gasp from the young woman's lips. She grit her teeth and bowed her head against it but, as she walked to the edge of the village, she found herself yearning for the warmth of her bed. She wiggled her frozen toes while shoving her hands beneath her armpits as the basket hung from the crook of her arm.

She wandered through the trees, walking deeper while keeping the village ever at her back to remember her way home. The areas she knew were picked clean by her and others so she found herself pushing even deeper than before.

A branch snapped, drawing her attention. She glanced over her shoulder while going around a mushroom covered log but there was nothing. And no fearsome creature she knew could hide behind the sickly thin birch trees in this part of the forest.

When she looked ahead, she saw it.

A swell of dirt lay ahead of her. It appeared as a grass and moss covered boulder but the core of the boulder was missing, opening instead into darkness.

Wooden chimes clattered, drawing her attention. She looked up to see a pole at the crest of the mound. Animal skulls lined the post with carved charms tied to dried tendons hanging from their horns and jaws. The charms twisted and flailed in the wind to create a cacophony of sounds and a trilling whistle joined as the wind flowed through the bones.

Mary held the basket close but stood on her numb toes to peer into the cave.

I shouldn't, she told herself.

Yet, the structure appeared ancient and abandoned and her mind turned to her dying village. Anything could make the difference between starvation and survival. If those who built the cave stored anything of value, the elders could sell it and buy food for the people.

"H- Hello?" she called out.

The wind rose and the whistling noise flattened into a low whoooooo as if insulting her.

Her eyes began to pick out details in the cave. She saw that it wasn't very deep but, better yet, it was empty. Of people or hiding places for someone to lie in wait.

Hunger drove her forward. As she stepped into the mouth of the cave, her skin crawled, pulling bumps of goose flesh from her arms and back.

It's just the cold, she told herself while swallowing.

The cave sheltered her and she was surprised at the warmth of it as she moved further inside. More bones, all animals, lie scattered in the opening and she almost lost hope until she spied a rock plinth.

A box lay atop the carved, flattened cap of the pillar.

The girl's heart began to quicken and she swallowed again as she stepped forth.

It was a simple wooden box of darkened polished walnut and it lay perfectly centered on the stone. She moved closer to see that it was bound vertically and horizontally. Two more steps made her brow wrinkle in confusion.

Threads of black hair, enough to fill two heads, covered the box.

With a glance back to the mouth of the cave and a quick lick of her lips, she touched one of the strands, certain she saw wrong. Her touch proved she wasn't as the glossy, smooth hairs parted against her fingertip.

She felt her heart in her throat and nearly fled but the chimes above slammed into the pole, in time with the blasts of wind coursing through the skulls. She heard her father's hacking cough in the howling wind and her resolved hardened.

Mary reached to the belt at her waist to unstrap the curved knife her father had given her. She slipped it beneath the hairs and they fell apart. The hairs tugged lightly at the blade until the box was freed. Sheathing her knife, she opened the box, gasping at its contents.

A large, teardrop shaped crimson gem lay nestled within a satin indentation. It was perfectly smooth and easily twice as large as her thumb. She knew, if the elders bartered well, that it could feed their village for years to come.

The young woman touched it while glancing over her shoulder, ready for someone to come screeching in, accusing her of thievery.

She waited for two heartbeats and then ran, dropping her basket to clutch the gem to her chest.

It warmed her as shafts of dull red light pulsed through her fingers. The charms hung silently as the girl rushed home. One of them, its original shape disfigured by the centuries, fell to the grass. A second followed as the tendon disintegrated. Bones fell amongst them and the very pole holding them in place grew black with rot before coming apart.

A single thought filled her as she vaulted over fallen logs and muddy puddles.

Home, she told herself, rubbing the gem. It prickled her fingers and her body responded. Warm. Eager for touch. Every hair standing on edge and the nerves below begging for attention. Her temples throbbed and she grinned maniacally at the thought of saving her people.

When she finally reached her home, she barreled through the door, startling her sister.

"Faith!" the young woman gasped, running to the room she shared with her sister. She leapt to her bed, trembling with excitement. "Come quick! You won't believe what I found!"

Faith followed her in. The younger girl was hesitant but curious as she sat next to her sister on the threadbare blankets.

"Look! We're saved!" Mary beamed, opening her hand.

"Mary!" Faith gasped, her hand covering her opened mouth. "Is that- Did you- Where'd you get it?"

"Deep in the woods," the other girl said in a rush. "I was walking, looking for kindling where we ain't been before and I saw this mound on the ground. Oh, Faith, I was scared witless, I was. There were chimes and the wind made the most awful sound but the cave! The cave was empty. I found it in the cave and we'll all be fine. All will be fine!"

"But, Mary," Faith said, her hand creeping down to her thighs. She frowned, scratching at her leg. "What if it belongs to someone? A treasure like that, no way it's just left out for anybody to take."

"It was old," Mary said, staring at the gem. Her palm was bathed in soft, pink light and her pupils dilated. "No tracks. No sign of nobody and who leaves something like that in the open? Nobody. Nobody, that's who. It was left, forgotten and we need it. We need it more."

"It's pretty," Faith told her, leaning closer. She had both hands against her legs, clawing at her thighs and hips with her dirty nails. "I ain't never seen anything like it. Like something in the stories Gran used to tell."

"The elders are meetin' tonight," Mary said, mesmerised by the jewel. "Right now. I'll bring it to them and tell them and we won't have to starve no more."

"Ssso pretty," the younger sister said. Her tongue slipped forth, stretching as the tip wriggled up and down. "And sssso warm. Can you feel it?"

"Feel-" Mary asked, confused.

"The warmth," Faith groaned. Her nail beds bulged as she reached lower to scratch her knees. Drops of blood soaked into her dress when her nails flaked away. Black tips pierced the flesh of her fingertips and her claws dragged her dress higher. Sweat coursed down from her temples and along her jaw. "Godssss. Sssso warm. Insssside of me."

"Faith, what's wrong?" the older sister asked. She sat back, reaching for her sister. Heat radiated from the smaller girl's body.

"It'ssss too much!" Faith screamed. Her tongue flicked out, cleaving in two as she clawed at her bodice. She grunted and pulled and the dress tore to reveal her slim breasts and sweat-soaked belly.

The smaller girl stood, staggering over to the door frame as she continued to rip, leaning down and shrugging her shoulders until the dress lay in a pool around her feet.

A thick line of skin connected her thighs, just beneath her bare sex. Faith lay back with her legs spread. Her right hand slid against her slick body, squeezing and pulling at her small breasts while her hips rocked back and forth on the rough, wooden doorway.

Mary shrieked as her sister's free hand caressed her body. Although she was naturally pale, the skin beneath the girl's belly button slowly drained of color. She raised her head back, never ceasing the rocking, wriggling, swaying motion of her hips. Scratching her body against the splintered wooden surface behind her.

"It'ssss insssside of me," Faith moaned, her tongue flickering between lengthening fangs. Her claws slipped between her legs as they began to press together. The hairs of her wild, untrimmed bush flaked away as her palm pressed into her mound. "Hear it. I can hear it whisssspering to me, Mary. It'ssss ssso beautiful!"

Mary dashed forward, reaching out before stopping. Tears welled in her eyes as she realized she didn't know what to do.

"Faith!" the older sister cried out. "Tell me what to do!"

Faith looked down, smiling. Her jaw cracked, widening, pulling at her lips. She reached out, sighing as she caressed her sister's cheek with a clawed hand as her nose pulled flat on her stretched face.

"Join ussss," the young girl whispered to her. Her round pupils constricted as blood flooded the girl's irises.

Mary backed away, knocking over their nightstand as she watched in horror.

The thick line of skin crept down the girl's legs, sealing them together as rosy flesh turned white. She groaned, grabbing the frame behind her and it creaked in her grasp. Thin as her arms were, she found new, unnatural strength forming within her body. The frame cracked as she tore a chunk out with hissing ecstasy. Her chest was swelling while fatty tissue developed below and her breasts began to fill out.

"No!" Mary shouted, feeling the sickness within her stomach.

She charged, ducking beneath her younger sister's reaching arms. In her haste, she floundered and fell, turning to watch as Faith lowered herself to the ground.

The younger sister writhed, twisting against the wooden floor. She groaned, pushing herself up on her hands to thrust her still-growing chest forward while dragging herself on the ground.

Faith luxuriated in her moulting as dead skin sloughed away from her waist and thighs to reveal hardening red and black scales.

"It's ssso good ssssister," Faith moaned. She flexed her body to raise as her calves joined together. Her boneless feet swayed behind her as she began to writhe towards her sister. "You'll sssssssee."

Mary ran from the house, nearly blind with the tears in her eyes. She fell as her long dress caught on a fence and again when her boots caught but she knew the way to elder Joshua's large home by heart and ran as quickly as she could.

The entire flight, the gem was held fast in her clenched fist.

Voices raised in anger silenced as she crashed through the elder's door. The gem began pulsing as she fell to her hands and knees. It spilled forth, sliding into the middle of the crowded room.

"Mary!" A voice, her father, called out. "What the-"

"Father!" Mary cried. "It's Faith! She's- There's-"

An older woman reached down to help her up.

"Here, Mary," the woman said gently. "It'll be caawwwright. It'll be caaaaaw!"

Mary sat back with her eyes wide. The woman, Hannah - elder Joshua's young wife, cocked her hide in surprise.

"What's wraaaaaw with my-" the woman started to say. She paused and her head tilted sideway while she glanced up. She shook herself and her thick red braid waved behind her back. "What's thaaaaaaw voice? Who is that?"

"Hannah?" elder Joshua said from the front of the room.

The woman fell to her hands and knees. She glanced up at Mary with pure, black eyes. Her mouth opened as if she would speak but, instead, her head thrust forward.

"Raaaawww!" Hannah called out as the room began to close around her. She leaned back, grabbing at her blouse. Holes dotted the surface of her skin and, as she tugged her shirt down, tiny black quills slid through the open holes.

The woman tore her shirt, revealing her large, pert breasts and erect nipples as people gasped around her. Screams filled the room when Hannah's jaw snapped, forcing her teeth forward. The lines between them vanished as they merged into two lumps, top and bottom. Black specks filled her lips and her reddened gums before moving down to her yellowed teeth. The thin, stretched skin covering her jaw began to harden as another snap made everyone jerk back. Her jaw collapsed into the hint of her long, curved beak.

A woman shrieked and a man cursed her for it. The crowd parted to show a terrified woman grabbing at her throat. Hazy crimson smoke issued from her mouth and the smell of sulfur filled the room.

"Leah!" her husband, Benjamin, shouted. He grabbed for her as she fell back against the wall. In the dim light of the large room, Mary could see the girl's skin color growing dark. She was even more pale than Faith but soon grew pink. And then darker still. Her bangs lifted and pushed away to reveal twin bumps over her brow.

Smoke rose from the newly wedded woman's body. Her soft, pouting lips darkened in sharp contrast to her skin and she moaned, licking her lips with her forked tongue.

"No, Leah!" Benjamin cried. His hand touched her and he screamed jerking it back moments before the woman's dress caught fire.

"Fuck!" The girl cried out. She grabbed her husband as her clothes fell to burning scraps around her.

Benjamin struggled while his wife kissed him, crushing him to her body as a lump formed at the base of her spine. She stamped her boots and they strained around her feet until finally breaking to show toes fused together.

With a cruel laugh, she pulled away, faint smoke still issuing from her black lips. The skin over her forehead stretched and broke to expose two red horns, still growing.

"Come, husband," her throaty, deep sultry voice called. Four short fangs showed behind her lips and the tip of her lengthening tail swelled into the shape of a sharp spade. The man gagged and spat and his spittle burned when it touched the ground. Faint streams of smoke oozed from his nose.

Leah turned, stomping her feet as her toenails grew thick, spreading over her feet, consuming flesh and bone until she stepped on furred, cloven hooves.

Her eyes settled on Daniel as the man pushed himself against the wall, his mouth working soundlessly in fear. She walked to him, her hips swaying as her growing tail worked in counter to her movements. The woman pressed a sharp claw against his chest.

"No, no, no," Daniel begged. "I- I have a wife and- and- a s-s-son and d-daughter, please!"

"They'll have their turn, Daniel," Leah purred as she pulled at his loose trousers. Her hand gripped his limp cock and he struggled until her claws dug into his chest.

She knelt before the man, glancing back as her husband tore at his clothes. She moaned at the sight of Benjamin's cock, drooling as ridges formed along its straining length. Kneeling awkwardly on her hooves, she shoved her ass back, raising it and waiting for her husband to take her.

"Demonic whore!" Daniel screamed as Hannah kissed the tip of his cock. She laughed, licking at it and it began to harden from her attentions. Daniel pushed at her face but she held fast, licking the length of his manhood until it stood erect before her. She laughed again, sucking at the tip, teasing his sensitive head with her forked tongue.

Daniel's strong hands gripped her curved horns and he pulled while thrusting his cock deep into her throat. She gagged and then bobbed, glancing up to see smoke wafting off of the man's reddened skin.

Claws gripped Hannah's hips. She imagined it to be her husband but, as she sucked Daniel's cock, her breasts swaying and bouncing beneath her, she realized she didn't care. The voice whispered in her head, filling her with thoughts of lust and pain and pleasure and the joy of spreading her blessing. She broke away from Daniel, shrieking as an enormous cock impaled her.

"Finish, you whore!" Daniel growled, shoving Hannah's mouth back onto his cock. She could feel it swelling in her mouth and her tongue wrapped around it, rubbing against the bumps forming. His words only fueled the hunger growing inside of her. "You slut! You filthy fucking whore!"

Mary scrambled to her feet. Her father was pushing through the chaos, reaching for her but her eyes dipped down to his bulging trousers. He pawed at himself, freeing his wrist-thick cock.

"Mary!" he cried. Her father stumbled as a woman slammed against him. She tore at her dress to reveal a furred belly lined with teats Long, white whiskers quivered on her trembling lips

"Samuel, help meeioooaaaaa!' she cried, grabbing her swelling breasts. Her fingernails dented as she leaned her head forward to rasp at her throbbing nipples with a rough tongue. "I can't- I can't think- the voice- loud. So looooooooowwwwwd!"

The woman, Phoebe, fell to her knees and her ass flexed, forced upward as an unnatural heat made her yowl with the need to be mated. She clawed at the ground as her hips cracked, unsealing her tailbone.

"P-p-please," the woman begged as blonde fur crept over her bare cheeks and along her sweating, arched back.

Mary watched her father stomp the ground. His cock, easily two feet long and curving under the weight of its own erection, lay in his hands. The man glanced at his daughter, pumping his velvety cock. Pure pink patches formed on it, mixed with black.

"Mary," Samuel moaned, stroking himself faster. The head of his cock strained and stretched as it pulled flat.

Mary realized, in her horror, that it matched elder Joshua's stallion. Her father's jaw cracked and he tore at his shirt, pulling and ripping to reveal thickened muscle and slick brown fur.

A piercing yowl filled the air as Phoebe shuddered beneath Samuel. Her short tail raised up to show her glistening, dripping sex but she forced herself to her knees. She grabbed Samuel's huge cock carefully with pink-padded palms. The man gasped as she ran her rough tongue along the length of him. The woman's other hand cradled his massive, furred balls, tugging and squeezing them with her soft paw.

Mary covered her mouth as her father's hips swayed. She caught a glimpse of a tail behind him before realising it was his own. He whickered and grabbed Phoebe while stepping back, as if to force her mouth down on his cock. She hissed and turned instead, raising her hips once more.

"Daughter," Samuel moaned with a last glance at Mary. He fell to his hands and knees and his cock slapped Phoebe's furred, thick ass. She pushed back, raising and lowering herself to rub her needy sex against his cock until he gripped her tail to hold her in place.

The poor woman screamed as Samuel's cock split her open. Her pussy lips bulged around the man's blunt cock but she held firm, shoving herself back, inch-by-inch.

Mary ran as a hand grabbed for her. She caught a single glimpse of a hissing lizard man, his skin splitting to reveal olive colored scales. His thick, slimy tongue lashed out for her face but she turned, escaping into the freezing night.

A multitude of animal sounds mixed with moaning, gasping and groaning and shrieking pleasure behind her. A woman screamed, yelling for help but, as Mary sprinted for elder Joshua's stable, the woman's voice subsided into taunts for more - for her holes to be filled by whoever would listen.

The young woman knew not the name of the stallion she stole and she prayed for forgiveness as she freed it and raised her dress to ride bareback. It crashed through the stable, nearly trampling a staggering woman.

Mary glanced back to see the woman tearing at her back as small, wet wings split her skin. They flapped behind her, growing quickly as she screeched into the night.

The night ride was chaos as the young girl held the stallion's mane, praying as it ran.

It was only as she saw lights in the distance that she finally began to calm. Miller's Well was the closest village, larger and more prosperous than her own and she realized she'd be safe. That she could warn the villagers of what happened so that they might flee to safety.

She stopped the horse in the middle of the night and then slapped its side to send it into safety. It reared, pawed at the air and fled.

Mary ran to the tavern - the only building with light and voices in the village. She'd been to the village twice with her father but he'd kept her close without introducing her or showing her around.

The young woman stood at the door, willing herself to calm but the frenetic voice inside her head urged her to hurry. She grabbed for her bonnet but realized she'd lost it at some point and couldn't even remember where. A stray thought made her laugh miserably - that her mama would beat her sore for losing it.

She opened the door and a few heads turned to glance at her. They followed her as she went to the bar but the innkeeper motioned her to the side. He met her away from his customers as years of dealing with townsfolk and foreigners alike had honed his senses. He could tell something was wrong.

Hurry, hurry! Make them listen! Make them hear you! the voice urged.

"'Er now, what's this?" he asked. "I don't recognize you and you look a mess. Is it your man? Are you run away from him?"

"No, no, it's nothing like that," she whispered, eyeing the few patrons talking in the room. "It's, I was in the woods, I'm from the village over. Hosea's Hill. I- I found a jewel and it's accursed! I thought it would save us but it's changin' them!"

"Hold on, hold on," the man said. "Changing them how? What jewel did you find? Just, calm down and try to explain it better, lass."

He's not listening! He's not hearing you! the voice snarled.

Mary rubbed her jaw as she tried to collect her thoughts. Her heart felt like it would burst and her head buzzed with the affairs of the night and the bartender eyed her as if he'd caught her stealing a wheel of his wife's cheese.

No, she realized, scenting the air while her stomach rumbled. She licked her lips and rubbed the roof of her mouth with her thick tongue as her gums throbbed. Pie. She bakes pies. Apple and cherry.

"There. There was a cave. In a hill," she told him, grabbing at the bar to steady herself. "I was out looking for kindling and I found it. Old cave. There was a box inside and a gem, a red gem, inside of that. I took it. When I got home, my sister changed. Like a snake! She grew tail and scales and I ran to the elder but-"

The man's laugh interrupted her. She felt her hackles rise and her lips trembled to show her sore teeth.

"Oh, is that all?" he chuckled. "Listen, lass, I don't know what your sister's done to ya but-"

He's mocking you! Mocking! Kill! Kill him! Take him now! the voice raged.

"You're not listening to me!" Mary yelled, pounding on the bar. Her sleeves tore to reveal hard lines in her biceps and forearms. She growled and leaned forward as the taste of blood filled her mouth. Swallowing, she continued as brown hairs emerged from the pale, elegant curve of her neck. "They're changing into demons! I watched them! My own father rutting with a half cat creature while his feet change to hooves!"

The bartender backed away with his hands up. A small primal part of his brain urged caution and fear.

Mary's teeth ground together as her canines lengthened. Her lips bulged over them and pain bloomed deep in her gums. She wiped excess spit from the corner of her mouth. Soft brown hairs lining the backs of her hands tangled with fine hairs sprouting from her cheek.

"N-now listen," he said, wiping at sudden beads of sweat over his brow. "I- I don't know what happened but it- it sounds like maybe your father remarried and you're just imagining something between your new step-mother and step-sister. I've seen it happen with Ruth and her-"

With a snarl, she lunged at him, grabbing the back of his head and his upper arm, sinking sharp fangs into his shoulder. The man bellowed, grabbing her and pulling but she clung to him with supernatural strength. His hot blood filled her mouth and she swallowed by reflex.

Gods yes! More! More of them! Take them all! the voice sang.

The young girl flung her head back in ecstasy as she tasted the man's blood. The scent of it filled her nose and it drove her wild. Her cry was hesitant and human but the wolf growing within demanded it. Demanded she call out from her first kill. To mark the territory and body as her own.

She felt alive. On fire. Every touch of her dress was overloading her skin. She tore at her bodice and her fingers cracked as her fingertips swelled to contain the deadly claws growing beneath. Fur lined the thick muscle beneath the tears in her sleeves. The fabric tore like paper and she shrugged out of it, stepping away from the bartender.

The scents came to her nose too late as men surrounded her, pulling and griping at her body. She fell to her stomach under their weight, growling as they pressed into her.

"She's gone mad!" a man yelled over her. "Hold her down! Hold her down! She's as strong as a bull!"

Mary bucked and the men cursed as she almost flung them away.

"Don't hurt her!" a feminine voice called in the distance. It was soon joined by a second and Mary's ears twitched. The skin stretched, flowing to a point as wispy brown hairs began to cover them.

No, no, no! Kill them all! the voice whined.

She turned her head, sinking her fangs into one man's arms. He screamed, grabbing her mouth to pull her away but she held tight.

"She's got my damn arm!" the man shrieked. "I can't get her off!"

Mary felt her breasts flatten against the ground beneath her. She slowly pushed herself up, grunting around the man's arm as her spine popped, elongating to handle her changing frame. The weight of her growing breasts pulled at her but she felt light and fast. Powerful.

The girl's nose crinkled and tears formed as a loud crack filled the air. She lost control of her jaw temporarily as it pushed forth. The man she'd bitten scrambled away, his hand over his wrist.

"Fuggen' bitch," came a growl behind her. "Fuggen' bit me."

Mary's ears flattened and she glanced back. For a brief moment, she could see her muzzle and the fur dotting it. Something clicked deep within her brain and the double-image of her snout shrunk to one before vanishing completely.

The innkeeper stood behind their group with a thick hand against his shoulder.

Black fur surrounded her bite on his shoulder and the man's eyes were golden. He growled, low in his throat. She spied his canines extending and the teeth surrounding them cracked. He turned and spat broken shard but, when he faced her again, new fangs were replacing the broken ones.

At the smell of him, Mary began to feel a new urge, deep between her thighs. She gasped as her back and hips cracked. A deep tickling sensation formed above her ass as a tiny new muscle began to flex. The skin along her waist stretched as her hips widened, readying her for the size of a proper mate. Her smooth skin grew distended as the new muscle flexed and pushed. Flesh growing over the muscle calcified, connecting to new tendons to form the start of her tail.

"Fuggen' fuggen' bitch," the innkeeper grumbled, grabbing at the bloody neck of his tunic. Black fur lined his forearm and he pulled, carving red lines in his chest with the claws lining his fingers. "Gonna- gonna fuck you- Mount you-"

"Saul?" one of the men holding her asked. "Are you-"

The man yelled as Saul grabbed him, lifting him easily to throw him across the room. Mary shoved off of the ground and the remaining men tumbled away. She leapt to both feet, panting as she eyed the innkeeper.

A thick tuft of brown fur covered her mound. She felt the itch as the hairs marched down over her sex and along her thighs while also lazily creeping up her belly button.

She launched herself, claws out toward the innkeeper and he met her, staggering under her strength with a snarl. The young woman bested him in size and strength and she forced him back. Yet, as he continued to change, she could feel him beginning to push back.

Her boots slid on the floor. She instinctively raised herself to her tiptoes to try to anchor herself as her calf muscles swelled and her stubby tail thrashed angrily behind her. She snapped at his neck, nipping the thick fur before he yanked himself back.

Mary slid further before coming to a stop as claws sliced through the front of her right shoe. She smiled with her thick black lips, showing a row of fangs as her feet ached. Now that she recognized it, she could feel her left claws slicing through flesh to bite into the floor below. The cheap, poorly maintained soles of her boots separated as her feet widened.

The bones within her feet stretched, pulling at the skin while calluses formed beneath her toes and the balls of her teeth.

Saul relaxed and Mary slammed against him, feeling her large breasts press into Saul's growing pelt. He leaned back and twisted and she fell beneath him with a yelp that quickly turned to a growl as he lay above her. Mary struggled, pushing and shoving but he was already larger than her.

The girl froze when she felt the man's hot manhood against the skin of her bare ass. He bit into her shoulder and she gasped, lowering her muzzle while pressing up against him. With his teeth deep in her skin and his tongue lapping at her fur, Saul lowered himself. She could feel his skin pull against her as his sheath formed and she shuddered when the tip of his manhood rubbed against her sex.

Mary thrashed again, shoving and pushing back until Saul bit deep enough that her bones ground together. He held her tight as he pushed forward and her lips surrounded his cock, eagerly pulling him into her virgin pussy. She snarled at the intense pinching pain but he ignored her, shoving deeper and deeper inside while her blood filled the air around them.

The girl panted, her ears back and her head bowed as her legs trembled from the pleasurable yet alien sensation. He pushed until she felt his balls touching her swollen clit.

When the base of his cock swelled within her, she snapped at the air and clawed the ground. Her pressed down and she collapsed beneath him with her ass raised. The motion forced his knot from her pussy and he growled, shoving back into her. The pain subsided, consumed by the heat and animalistic needs taking over her body as she pushed back against him. She could feel him becoming even thicker inside of her.

Saul howled and she found herself joining into his song as his cock pounded into her. She worked back, struggling to find the right rhythm. Joining him as he mated with her. As he filled her.

With each thrust, she opened wider until her engorged labia swelled further. She shoved her head back against his chest with a snarl while her lips folded and tightened around him, bulging outward from her body as flesh flowed over her clit.

So close. Close to being knotted. Filled. More. More! she panted, angry that her changing sex made her tighter. She flexed within, squeezing him as she felt an odd electrical fullness begin to form. It was maddening and painful and undescribable at the same time. She felt crazed from it and again tore chunks from the floor beneath her to escape. To get away from the sensations threatening to overpower her.

Pain exploded in her midsection as Saul's claws dug into her furred hips. He shoved, tearing a muscle deep within her pussy as his knot finally entered her. Mary howled as he swelled within and she felt his hot cum filling her. Over and over he swelled until the feel of him pushed her over the edge and she came, kicking and scratching and biting the air. Her pussy pulsed in waves but his knot held her closed until, legs trembling weakly, she collapsed to her stomach.


"Micah!" Priscilla screamed, rushing to her husband as the strange woman tangled with the innkeeper. He snarled, swiping at her when she touched him and his claws tore the front of her dress.

His wife screamed, falling to her ass as she pressed her hands against her bloody chest in shock.

"I'm- I'm sorry- I- Argh!" Micah howled, pressing his palms against his templates. Fur dotted his forehead and gold flecks filled his eyes.

A second woman grabbed at her husband, pulling Micah's attention. He jumped, clawing the man before grabbing the woman. She screamed as he pushed her down to her back.

"P-p-p-please d-don't d-d-d-" the woman stuttered.

A brief look of panic crossed Micah's face before he snarled. His jaw crunched, lengthening as he grabbed the woman's bodice to pull it apart. The girl's large, soft breasts jiggled beneath him and he bent down to her, biting and sucking at her nipples.

The man's bulging manhood pressed against his trousers. It pounded beneath him and then stretched, red replacing the soft pink. The head of his cock pushed forth into jutting tip as he began to rub against the woman.

Her cries annoyed Micah and his ears swiveled before rocking backwards. He growled at her and then kissed her, biting her tongue as she pounded against his back.

No longer unable to contain himself, Micah rocked back to lift the woman's dress. She screamed, trying to push it back down until his backhanded slap knocked her senseless. The man freed his cock with an easy swipe of his claws and then pressed into her. Despite her dryness, the tip pierced her and he rocked back and forth in small motions.

Blonde fur lengthened from her short pubic hair. It curled as it grew and the girl moaned, digging her nails into the ground. The fur crept up her stomach, brushing against a sudden dark spot of skin. The skin twisted as milk ducts formed beneath and her first teat grew erect.

On his return thrust, wetness greeted Micah's swollen cock.

"Nnnnoooo," the moaned moaned, reaching for Micah's face. Her eyes were unfocused but she tilted her head back as she squirmed beneath. "I'm- my husband- gods!"

The woman pulled Micah down to lick the fur on his cheek.

"Harder," she growled in his ear. "Harder!"


Priscilla crawled to the man lying prone beside Micah and his bitch. She touched the man and he roused himself.

"Whaaa-" he said before his eyes snapped open. "Oh shit! Oh, shit! Priscilla, we have to-!"

Priscilla's claws dug into the man's lower stomach as she lay her soft breasts on his legs. She lapped at the crotch of his trousers and then pulled herself up over him.

"No! Get off me you fucking-" the man yelled, struggling beneath the woman. She anchored herself in the wall with her claws before reaching back to pull his trousers down. He struggled and then slapped her but she laughed, licking his mouth with a long, wide tongue.

The red-headed woman shoved herself down on the man and he could feel her protruding, bulging pussy lips.

"Don't- don't do this- You don't have to-"

Rather than answer, she grabbed his hand, pressing it against her lower stomach. He felt skin straining and moving and pressing against his palm. When she squeezed his fingers against her body, he felt the small nipple.

"I'm not- I'm not an animal," he begged. "Please, I'm begging you, please!"

Priscilla laughed as he began to grow hard under her ministrations. She reached under herself, gripping his cock gently with her clawed paws until his head lay against her swollen, hot sex. With a deep moan, she pressed down and the man jerked, grabbing her lightly furred hips by reflex.

"I'm not an animal," the man protested weakly as his eyes lightened to polished bronze and his hands squeezed the woman's ass.


Sunlight peeked through gray clouds. Mary groaned and stirred, waking slowly. She froze as she realized she was naked.

And not alone. She felt it inside of her. A thought. A voice. A bundle of instincts and urges and needs and wants. Overriding and mixing with her own desires until she struggled to see where one ended and the other began.

Warmth pressed against her back and a heavy arm lay posessively over her stomach. She rolled, carefully and sat. The innkeeper lay naked in front of her. Her eyes traced his hardened body down to the furred sheath over his crotch. She growled, stretching and pressing the base of her palm against her stomach as one of the new urges woke with a ferocious hunger.

In doing so, she shivered and jumped as her hand brushed sensitive skin.No, not skin, she realized as she looked down to see six teats lining the powerful muscles of her stomach. She lay back with her legs spread to see the bulging lips of her pussy. They were swollen like a dog's sex and the lips were covered in short, downy fur.

She desperately wanted to touch herself.

Scents filled the air. Others were close. Still sleeping. Changed, like her. Like the innkeeper.

He stirred, groaning and rolling to his back. She watched him but her eyes drifted to his cock. Unable to help herself, she went to him, straddling his lap while bending over to press her heavy breasts against his chest. He woke, startled but she kissed him while rocking back.

The man kissed her in return as she felt his sheath sliding against her throbbing sex. Pulling back to expose his cock and slowly expanding knot.

"I remember last night," he said gruffly, grabbing her ass as she rubbed her wetness back and forth against his enormous cock. Spreading her scent on him. Marking him. "You changed me. You did this."

"Yes," she gasped, bending to kiss him again.

"I had a wife," he told her, anger in his voice. Still, he pulled at her ass and her pussy lips opened wetly.

"Yes, I could smell her on you," Mary said, her voice dangerously low. "You're mine now."

She raised her hips and his cock, slick with her juices and his own pre-cum, pressed against her lips.

"Yes," he rasped, pushing himself into her. "I'm yours."

"Ohhhh," Mary moaned, sitting back until she felt his knot against her lips. His fingers teased her teats and she bit her lips with tiny, sharp fangs. "We'll. Plan. Oh. Oh. Oh, gods. Plan. After. After."

"After," the man agreed as he slammed up into her.

The mated pair welcomed the morning sun as the animals within them placed deep, unbreakable roots in the very core of their being.

Others woke around them until the sound of wolves filled the forest once more.
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Office Party [story / dog / multiple]
A woman buys a cursed costume, infecting as she changes
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I'm three pages deep on Amazon and I still don't know what to get for the party. I can't wear one of the typical 'slutty girl' costumes and not just because it's my first work party as an actual, functioning working adult. It's just not my style. I'll save those for girls with more self-confidence. Or more alcohol.

So, I close the tab and just do a basic search for a costume. After a bit of back and forth. I decide a onesie is probably my best bet. I'm not very crafty and anything that needs paint or more than one strap would be too complicated for me. That leads me to other sites until my eyes are tired. I push up my glasses and pinch my nose with a sigh, blinking light blue eyes.

And then I see it. A really cute dog onesie - a rottweiler. Absolutely perfect and not too expensive, surprisingly enough. I don't know the website - arcanedesires.mag? But they take Paypal so I don't have to stress about giving some weird site my credit card.

I look at it a bit longer, rotating the 3d image to see the droopy little cute tail and the adorable floppy black ears on the model and I'm already in love with it.

Also looks like it'll double as pajamas so it's not just a useless one-shot buy that I never use again. I go through the links, purchase it and shut down my laptop. Time to curl up in bed and read a little.


The party is tonight and I'm panicking a little bit. But just a little bit. The post office tried to deliver my costume yesterday when I wasn't home but it requires a signature. So now I'm sitting here, anxiously waiting for redelivery because the party starts in a little over an hour.

I'm calm. I'm calm. I can always just not go, it's not that big a deal, is it? I'm just a sales intern so I won't be missed too much. Gosh, I don't think I will.

I've left my curtains open and my porch light on. There's absolutely no excuse this-

The doorbell rings and I bolt for it, yelling out "sorrys!" and "wait a seconds!" as I navigate through my small apartment until I reach the front door. I pause, cough and collect myself just as the doorbell rings again.

"Thank y-" I say, opening the door. Nobody is there and that's a little weird. I kinda lean out to look a bit more down the hallway but it's eerily empty. Huh. My frown vanishes when I notice the padded manilla envelope laying against my door frame.

Score! Although, what was the nonsense it said online about requiring a signature?

Doesn't matter, I guess. I don't have time to worry about it.

I grab my treasure, close and lock the door and retreat inside. I have about an hour to get ready but one of the benefits of the hoodie is that, well, it's a hoodie. It has a hood. An adorable little thing with ears and those tan colored marks rottweilers have on their eyebrows. The hood will hide my hair and the cuteness will distract anyone from the lack of makeup.

Eeee, I can't wait to see how it is. I tear open the perforated top of the envelope and the costume is nestled lovingly inside, cradled between bubble wrap.

It looks a little smaller than I expected but, as I pull it out, I see that it's just more form-fitting than I thought it would be. It feels well made and although there's no fake fur, the coloring is spot on. I just wish I had time to wash it first. Yet another reminder not to put things off until the last minute. If I'd ordered it sooner, I'd have more time.

Besides, when I bring it up to my nose, it doesn't smell bad. It actually smells, huh, how do I put it? Natural? It's like, I can usually smell some kind of artificial fabric scent on clothes but this is the first time I've smelled the lack of it.

Oh! And the belly is soft. The fabric is as slick as velvet and warm to the touch. It's- huh. There's no tag so I don't know what it's made out of or how to wash it. Gentle, probably.

The. Tail. Is. Adorable. It's about a foot long and surprisingly thick with solid padding inside of it. I sit and lay the costume on my lap before pulling up a browser on my phone. I guess I noticed it in the pictures but, for whatever reason, I thought rottweilers had stubby tails naturally. And that's just dumb on my part. And reading further on the subject makes me sad. I'd never heard of 'docking' before in relation to dogs. What the hell, humanity?

Putting those thoughts aside, I hold the onesie up in front of me, admiring the tan "socks" of the feet and hands. There's another splash of the same color just under where my shoulders will fit. Oh, and some right around the the collar of the hoodie as well. Otherwise, it's entirely black.

Unable to contain myself any more and running out of time for the party, I undress down to my panties and bra - both black to match my costume.

It feels good against my skin. As warm as it was to the touch. I have to hunt for the zipper since it's well hidden beneath black fabric flaps but it zips like any other hoodie and I step into one of the legs.

The material clings to my skin as I pull it up to my calf. There's little fake claws on the tips of the dark, wet sand-colored feet. I step in with my other foot, pulling it up until the costume is around my legs. It feels both nonexistent and comforting at the same time.

I slide the fabric up over my slim legs until the crotch of it nestles against my panties and then slip my fingers into the attached fingerless gloves. The static electricity from the costume pulls at the usually invisible blonde hairs on my arm. I watch them raise as I drag the sleeves over my arms. I feel the hood against my back as I reach down, pinching beneath the zipper before I seal myself into the outfit.

The costume is pretty tight so I worry about my breasts showing but there's padding inside the chest that I didn't notice at first. As I zip up, it forms itself to me, showing my hips but not the panty-line I expected and, as it presses against my chest, I look down to see a vague bulge as if the fabric is restraining my breasts.

It must be magic because it doesn't feel tight at all. Snug in the right places but not crushing my boobs despite how it's somehow compressing them.

Excited to see how I look, I run to my room and spin, feeling the attached tail tugging on the fabric around my butt. With my legs slightly apart, I look over my shoulder to see the dark tan coloring come up from the feet to the inside of my thighs and up to my butt.

I'm going to be honest, I look really good in it. Black has always been a slimming color and the costume is as form-fitting as my yoga pants. I run my hands down my sides and my hips and I can't even feel my panties. My tail flops behind me, right between my legs.

Turning, I can see my breasts but the dark material hides them well enough that it doesn't matter very much. No worse than a t-shirt and I can't even see my nipples.

Smiling at myself, I reach back, gather my shoulder-length hair into the back of the hoodie and then flip the hood up. The black ears flop out and down and I shake my head before opening my mouth and sticking out my tongue.

"Arf!" I tell myself, smiling at my reflection.

I'm a good girl, yes I am.

I walk through my apartment, searching for my purse. I have a really bad habit of never leaving things in the same place and always forgetting where I put it so it's always a hunt for me.

But, I still have a peanut butter protein bar in it from yesterday and I can smell it. The tail shifts against my back as I follow my nose into the kitchen to find my purse sitting on top of my dishwasher. I shove my face in it and then back off, reaching in to grab the protein bar as the tail brushes the back of my legs.

God, I love peanut bar. So much. It's just so good and tastes good on my tongue and is sticky and then I get to lick my lips until they clean and taste it some more. I tear into the package as I sling my purse over my shoulder.

With the first chomp, my cuspids begin to itch. I finish off the bar when I reach the front door and toss the empty wrapper on the nearby table. My tongue works around my lips as I reach down to slip into my untied trainers. They're a tight fit and that's kind of unusual since the costume is as thin as some leggings I wear. I'll just loosen the strings when I have more time.

God! The outside smells amazing! I lick my nose and huff, breathing deeply of all the unusual scents floating through the air. And then wrinkle my nose at the harsh smells of cigarettes.

I growl in the direction of my neighbor's apartment. These are supposed to be non-smoking apartments.


Crimson rises to my cheeks. No, it's her boyfriend. There's another smell with the perfume and I can- oh gosh, wow, I can hear them having sex. More sex because they were both outside recently. I step to the railing and crouch, sniffing crotch-height. I can smell him. His... stuff. And hers. It clings to the metal.

It's a good smell and it reminds me how long it's been for me. I've just been so focused on finishing school and getting my new job and- ugh. I lean in, breathing deeply of their scents. Living vicariously through them as the floppy ears on the hoodie twitch and I hear her repeated moans inside. And the wet slapping of skin against skin.

Woof. Time to go because now I'm getting turned on.

I stand, cast a last longing glance to my neighbor's door and hurry down the stairs to the parking lot. My car is on the other side of the- wow, that's fresh. I stop by a lamppost for a brief moment and sniff before moving on. Mrs. Diller's dog. A male. Although, of course it is. I mean, I know it is.

Reaching down, I tug at the constricted crotch of the costume while pushing away the image of her golden retriever lifting its leg. At the thought of what was-

I mean, it has to be because a girl dog wouldn't pee up high like that. We squat to pee.

Ah, my car! I hustle, feeling the tail bouncing behind me while grabbing my keys. It's an old beater and I have to physically unlock it with the key. The door creaks as I open it and get in.

And then I yelp when the base of my tail flexes painfully against the seat. I reach back, pulling it sideways and leaning forward so the pressure is off.

The car coughs to a start as I back out and pull away, wrinkling my gray nose as the smell of gasoline fills the interior, blocking out the scent of my faint arousal.

I can almost- no, no, I push the image away to focus on my drive.

Tiny hairs the color of burnt umber emerge from the backs of my fingers as I grip the wheel and turn into traffic. Our office is small, a close-knit group of mostly men. Sandra and I are the only women and she's worked there since the beginning.

My fingernails move. The red polish cracks to show flecks of black beneath as the nails pinch and fold. The thin tips slide outward as they continue to grow together until my previously flat nails are curved, blacks claws dusted with Rouge Fatale. I flex my hands on the wheel to scratch my claws against my itchy palms while I navigate downtown traffic towards my office.

I'm getting kind of nervous. I really want to make a good impression on everyone. We're a small tech startup but the serious kind rather than the "dart rifle at every desk and arcade machines in the break room" kind. This is one of the rare times everyone comes together to relax and to try and ignore the crunch.

I reach down, pinching at the skin of my thighs to try and pull the costume away from my crotch. My sweet scent is filling the car and my tongue slides past the sharp tips of my canines as I enjoy it. Drinking in my excitement. It's just getting a little tight down there and it's turning me on.

Greg will be there. I know I'm nothing and I know office romances are bad but his bearded face drives me crazy sometimes. I spread my legs and groan as my smell intensifies.

Blood rushes down and my labia begins to swell, pressing against the black fabric of the costume. And then the lips continue to bulge and the costume grows damp. The material strains and melts away to leave pussy lips that match the color that previously covered them. If I weren't so distracted, I could feel my pussy brushing the inside of my thighs. Skin flows down, over my clit to meet the changing, folded lips of my sex and I grunt as I accidentally shift and my distended pussy brushes my seat.

A single, black hair pierces the fabric still clinging to my thighs. It's short and shiny and is joined by a second. And then a third. And a fourth. More. As the hairs spread between my thighs, the costume disintegrates around them.

The change is almost imperceptible unless you were watching to see the flat black of the onesie become replaced with the shiny black of my growing pelt.

My claws drag against callused skin on my palms as I turn into the little parking lot at work. I can feel my tail wriggle happily as I see other cars parked there but, when I step out of the car, my tail flexes down between my legs in response to my anxiety.

I really don't want to mess this up. A whine escapes my dark lips. I rub my rough hands against my face and my blonde eyebrows flake away.

Taking a deep breath to relax myself, I step forward. As I do, darker hairs replace my missing eyebrows until they match the tan color of my costume. A few black hairs grow along the edge of them and then expand toward the bridge of my nose.

Soft trance music greets me when I open the doors to our office. They've turned the main lights off so it's a little dark with individual lights hung up in order to make it seem more like an actual club.

I walk past the front desk and see everyone in pairs, talking quietly. My tail curls further between my legs and I shiver when it brushes my sex.

"Hey, Deidre!" Sandra says as she breaks away from Ted. She's dressed as Jasmine from Aladdin and her outfit does nothing to hide her tits. But then, there isn't much that could hide them very well. I've learned over time that she takes every chance to show off. I guess I would, too. They're massive. "Wow, your costume looks great. I love your facepaint. Help yourself to punch. The red bowl is just juice and the purple bowl has a mix of alcohol. Lots of food and everything, too! Don isn't drinking and will call a cab for anyone that needs it."

Bare skin shows above my ass to expose a lump that connects to my tail. Jet black fur sprouts around the bump and then begins to spread to the base of my tail. The flat black fabric vanishes beneath a slowly growing thicket of fur. My tail unfurls and the tip wags at Sandra's words of encouragement.

Definitely a purple bowl night. I walk over, studiously ignoring those around me as I fill a plastic cup. With a gulp, I growl, showing my fangs behind pure black lips.

It's really strong, wow.

Eyeing the crowd, I see everyone is there but there's no friendly eyes welcoming me over. I can hear them talking about their projects and about what they'll do when and if they ever have free time.

My head swims and it's not just the alcohol I keep drinking. The smells! There's a million of them. The bathroom keeps tugging at me but there's the smell of sweat and stress and alcohol and the weird burning aroma of electronics and the faint subtext of odors everyone has dragged from their homes to the office.

I finish the last of my drink and sway a little. My feet hurt. I kneel and loosen my shoestrings before deciding to completely untie them. The ache lessens but is still there. I feel it in my joints and along the arch of my feet. A dull, thudding pain sometimes mixed with jolting stabs.

Hairs march up from my crotch. As dark as coal mined during midnight, they mix with the blonde of my sparse pubic hairs and the lighter hairs pull free as they're replaced. I scratch my bare skin through the itchy fur while looking around for-

There he is! And alone! He's dressed as a cowboy with a silly hat and blue jeans and cowboy boots. And an open leather vest. Not real leather, though. No. I can't smell the animal it was made from so it's something else. Some synthetic blend.

My tail wags gently and I step out of my shoes to walk barefoot to him, smiling widely.

Down the dark fur grows, over my hips and then changing color once it reaches the inside of my thighs. Now tan furs brush together as I step, one foot in front of the other to talk to Greg before-

I sniff, raising my black nose as bones click in my cheeks.

Tony. It was Tony talking to him.

My hips sway almost as much as I do. I dunno what they put in the bowl but, wow.

"Greg!" I say, reaching over to hug him, squeezing his arm between my breasts. The pressure compresses the fabric and, as it lays against my skin, hairs pierce my skin like claws, anchoring the costume in place.

I catch him glancing down at my sudden cleavage. The costume has moulded itself to my chest and he's struggling not to look.

God, I've fantasized about him doing that. Staring at me around the office, commenting on how healthy and glossy my pelt is and how firm my tits look. Telling me how his cock is aching and his sheath is stretched tight at the thought of taking me into the back room to get me on all fours and-

I've spent many a nights in bed thinking of him as I masturbate. At the taboo of it. The thrill of a secret office romance.

My fur is spreading between my breasts and I shiver as the tips of the hairs tickle the soft skin of my aching boobs.

God. I need to be touched. I need to be stroked and petted and-

"-good," Greg says.

"What?" I ask, blinking up at him.

"I said, your costume looks really good," Greg repeats. "Do you mind?"

I shake my head as he reaches up to touch the ears. He pinches my floppy ears between his fingers and I swoon, pressing against him for a moment as he rubs the skin and fur together.

"Wow," he says, pulling my ear and touching my the glossy blackness of it. "I can't even- how does it attach?"

"The hood," I sigh with my eyes closed. His hands are so warm against me. I turn, trying to get him to scratch behind my ears but he takes his hands away.

"What hood?" he asks.

I start to answer him and then twist as the hairs marching over my breasts touch my erect nipples. The sharp points drag my nipples, twisting them as they grow around them. The costume recedes and, for a brief moment, my nipples become visible.

Greg's eyes widen and then his forehead creases as my tiny pink nipples vanish beneath glossy black fur. I lick my lips and my rough tongue drags against tan hairs sparsely covering my cheeks.

I can smell him. His arousal.

I bump forward, legs spread and back bent slightly and his leg presses between my thighs. I feel the pressure against my folded, dripping pussy and I soak his jeans with my scent and my desire.

"I need another drink," I tell him, giddy with excitement, alcohol and the rising heat. The need to be in whelp.

As I walk, my toes become distended. They lengthen as they grow and I find myself rising up to the balls of my feet. With another step, my toenails scratch against the fabric. My other foot lands and dark, hardened claws pierce the feet of the costume. The material stretches as my feet widen, muscles and tendons pulling the bones to increase the surface area of my paws. The tan fibers of the onesie disappear as sandy hairs emerge from my feet to replace them.

When I reach the table, I glance around quickly and bend forward, lapping at the liquid. The costume is deteriorating along my back. As it does, it exposes a line of white skin just as dark fur grows forth. I reach back, scratching my fur while it consumes me and my leg jumps as I find a really, really, really, really, really- oh god, that feels fantastic- really, itchy spot.

My face crunches and burns and I almost gag as my flexing tongue pulls nearly a shot-full of alcohol into my mouth. I step back, stumbling before catching myself. My eyes go blurry for a moment and then begin to clear as my stretching face become a muzzle. I barely notice as the glasses fall away and tumble beneath the table. I blink muddy brown eyes and then turn to Greg with a proper, widened jaw on my snout.

As I stagger away, Sandra turns and fills her glass from the bowl.

Greg is sniffing the air while scratching his leg. He's worn a hole into his jeans with his claws and I see curly blond hairs sticking up from the gap. The fur is slick from where I marked him with my pussy.


"I feel-" he pauses, growling as his jaw creaks under his growing teeth. The tips of his ears are lengthening and I can see fur between the gaps of his button-down shirt.

I go to the clawed tips of my toes and lick his cheek. He steps back, startled and his fingers touch his face, brushing blond stubble dotting his skin. He huffs and then groans, pushing at his straining pants.

With my tail wagging fiercely behind me, the soft padding of my palm gently wraps around his hand and I guide him down to his jean's zippers. His hand brushes the tip of his cock as it grows past the band of his pants.

I've dreamed of this. All those nights, since starting to work here, thinking of myself on my knees with my paws around the base of his knot. Licking the length of him. Whimpering at his rough claws against my scalp and ears when he shoves my muzzle down over his throbbing dick.

Drool drips from my long tongue and I whine as I watch the rounded tip of his dick stretch. The pink, hardened skin of his manhood grows angry and red and I whine again as another bulge appears at the base of his cock.

Greg's shirt bulges in lumpy patches as his fur begins to grow thick. He struggles with his pants and I turn, pressing myself against the wall with my ass out and my tail raised in a curved arc.

Presenting myself to him.

With my cheek pressed against the wall, I see Sandra on her knees, clawing at her blouse. It tears to show a thick line of sweat-soaked fur between her dark-skinned breasts. Ted is behind her, grabbing at his tie with his pants around his thighs. His cock is throbbing in front of him and he's gripping it, pumping it as his knot begins to grow.

Someone curses but I see Peter from accounting grabbing his wrist as gray and black fur grows out from his sleeves. He's gnashing his fanged teeth while his nostrils flare.

Sandra howls, her face raised to the ceiling, and her massive breasts jiggle from the motion. She grabs Ted's cock, pulling him towards her mouth as Jonathon kneels behind her, biting her shoulder while mindlessly humping her skirt.

Greg's cock presses against my tail and I beg for him, feeling the high pitched whine in my nose when his claws dig into my waist.

The door opens and I catch Ryan stumbling outside. As the door begins to close on softly hissing hydraulics, I see him grab and kiss a woman getting out of her car. I recognize her a little - she works with the cleaning company next to our office. The door slowly closes as she stops struggling against him and the lights dotting the parking lot glint off of her growing claws.

And then Greg enters me, my slick, hungry lips opening to his fat red cock, sucking him in until his knot presses against my jutting pussy. His sharp teeth clamp down against my neck and his fingers glide down my slick, furred belly.

And I gasp as he touches the first growing teat.

We go to our knees slowly as he pulls back.

Gooooood, I can feel his veiny, bulbous dick pulling out of me and I'm so wet the movement forces my hot juices out of my tight, swollen, black dog-like pussy. The sticky liquid tangles with my short fur and I yip in pleasure.

My body is on fire. Every single nerve is activated. Every touch makes me gasp. I can't stop whining with need as he moves against me. I can't stop raising my hips and then yipping when he slams hard into me.

I slide on soft, leathery pads and my ears flip as I lower my head. I'm shivering and sweating at the same time and my sharp teeth ache at the roots. I've never felt anything like it.

The heat. All is the heat. Every buzzing thought in my brain is for him to cum inside of me, raw and hot. To fill me with his seed until my belly bulges with his pups. A new primal instinct fills me - was always there - will always be there now - to mate and rut and whelp.

I'm split between wanting him to cum right now and toooooOOOOhhh god yesssss!

His teeth sink into my shoulder and his thick tongue rasps against fur and skin as he pants. He's growling and groaning and swelling inside my constricting pussy. Greg's thick, curly golden fur teases my back and I push up into him to mix our scents. I want to fold myself into him and...

And then my mind melts. He cums and shoves and my lips stretch around his knot, locking us together. I frantically push back as hard as I can and it hurts so good to feel him that deep inside of me.

I need it. I need it so bad. His cum. His babies. My body demands it. I'm wild. Snapping at my paw, growling with him. Moaning, licking my furred wrist, wriggling and then joining Sandra as she howls behind me. I can't- I can't- I can't control- I can't-

My orgasm is so intense that I black out for a moment. He's still so hard inside of me and I can feel his cum dripping from my distended lips. I whine and focus inward to tighten my muscles. To keep all of it inside of me and he takes the cue to begin thrusting in short, jabbing motions that OH FUCK OH FUCK!

I collapse and it gets worse. He's above me and his cock presses down grinding against my g spot as I'm flattened against the short pile carpet. My tongue hangs loose as I claw strips from the floor and lose track of time. I think I pass out a few times.

The music stopped at some point and I'm on my side with Greg behind me. Still knotted together. He licks my ears and I cuddle back against me.

Oh gosh. My pussy aches so bad now. Deep inside.

Yet, all I can think about as I smile and drift off into a warm sleep is a dream of a litter of little black and golden pups curled up, sucking at my engorged teats as I sing them lullabies.

Like the proper bitch that I am.


I turn to see Deidre walking away from the table we've set out for drinks and food. She misses a step and I smile at her. Poor girl will definitely need a taxi tonight. Still, I'm glad to see her here and relaxing a little. I've been worrying that she was wound too tightly. I don't want to see her break down because she's been one of our best hires lately.

Hell, I'm probably going to need a taxi tonight.

My phone buzzes and I pull it out, smiling and glancing around to make sure nobody can see it. Frank, my fiancé, has sent a text from home. We've been texting all night and he's starting to get flirty. Apparently, he can't wait for me to get home to polish his lamp.


Ryan is waiting behind me to top his drink off as I fill my own cup. I take a hard swallow and it warms my stomach all the way down.

And then it fills my entire body with a fiery numbness. Oh. Fuck. Wow. I'm all tingly suddenly and my scalp feels tight.

Sweat beads between my breasts and I walk over to Ted and Jonathon. Despite Jonathon's youth, they're both our senior developers and they're discussing the latest software revision. I'm pretty sure I can steer their conversation away from work and onto something more casual, though.

Like, mmm, yeah, like pulling my blouse down and sucking on my, mmmm, sucking and licking at my tits.

I stop and shake my head. That's not- that's not right. I have a fiancé. He wouldn't- I-

As I walk, I feel the walls of pussy rub wetly against each other. My thick thighs press together and I feel my skin gliding. I'm soaked. My teeth itch. I grind them and make fists, feeling sharp pain against my palms.

Silver fur emerges from between my shoulderblades. I can hear the distorted crunch of bones and the sounds in the room shift and warble as my ears travel higher on my head. They twist forward as the tips slowly begin to grow to triangular points.

I growl and my lips tremble to show sharp fangs.

If Frank were here, I'd fuck him right now. I sniff the air around me.

But he's not. He's not here and there's so many males. Talking about stupid shit rather than using me like a filthy, dirty slut. Filling every hole so this fucking heat dies down before it eats me alive.

I grab the back of Ted's neck and kiss him, biting his tongue accidentally as I shove my broad tongue down his throat. He gags and I pull back, wiping the drool and spit from my cheeks.

"What the hell, Sandra?" Jonathon asks.

I snap at him as sweat runs down my chest. It's getting hard to breathe. My clothes are tight and hot and the room is spinning and this fire burns through my body.

Ted's massaging his bulging pants and staring at me. I want him more than anything in my life but there's so many around me.

He has to take me if he wants me.

I lick Jonathon's cheek, grab his ass and nip at his neck and then laugh when he pushes me away. Ted's already got his dick out and-

It's too much. I fall to my knees and then my hands, panting with my head down. The back of my blouse ripples as my fur spreads and my heavy breasts weigh against me as they hang below me.

I've soaked my panties and they're painfully tight against me as my labia thickens. For a moment, my panties pull between my wet slit. I feel the walls within my pussy constrict and my lips press against my cotton underwear as they extend and fold and the band of my panties are pushed away.

I lean back with a frustrated howl, ripping at my shirt and bra and the cool air surrounds me.

He's before me. Ted. Unable to wait for him to make his move, I reach forth, grabbing his soft, fuzzy sheath and he comes to me as drool escapes the lips of my straining, stretching face.

I don't give blowjobs and I don't know how to do it right but I don't care. I need to taste him. I need his cum on my tongue and his hardness against the back of my throat. My lips wrap around him and it's the best thing I've ever felt. My nostrils flare and I grab his ass with one clawed hand and place my other against his hairless lower stomach, kneading the flesh as his fur grows around my fingers.

He groans, gripping my thick, erect ears. How have I ever missed this? Why did I ever resist? It's almost as good as-

Fuck yesss!

Fingers grab my tit and side as nails becomes claws in smooth, sliding motion. I can smell Jonathon behind me and he's grunting, rubbing my ass with his hard cock.

Reaching back, I pull my skirt up and rip my panties with a single claw. I groan, bouncing my mouth back and forth against Ted's cock and then stare up at him, locking his gaze as I push forward, opening my muzzle wider to take his knot. The salty taste of him drives me wild.

He strokes my silver and white fur and I flex my back, inviting the other male.

"Bitch," Jonathon is growling. His hands caress and claw my body ceaselessly as he plunges his tipped cock forward, probing at my ass. The sensation is new to me and I want it but I want him to fill my sopping pussy more. "Gonna. Gonna fuck you. Fill you. Mate."

And I realize he's probably a virgin. I reach back, guiding the young man's dick towards my pussy. He leaves a thick trail of warm pre-cum along the fur covering my back.

Ted explodes in my mouth and I milk him, swallowing every drop as Jonathon finally finds his mark.

It hurts when he enters me, as if I hadn't had sex in years.

My ears twist as someone snarls and Ted snaps back. Peter stands shirtless, streaks of grey and black fur covering his chest in patches. He's holding his pink cock in his hands, challenging Ted for my mouth.

I let go of Ted's cock and pull at Peter, feeling him reshape in my eager mouth as Jonathon pounds me from behind.

It's getting.


To concentrate.

With. Both.

Another cock presses against my cheek and I reach up to tug at it, my soft paws caressing it.

I feel my orgasm a second before it hits and I pull away from Peter because I'm terrified I'll bite him. I can't stop the howl ripping through my throat as I tremble from the release. It feels so fuckin good. I howl a second time and Deidre joins me.

My pulsing pussy pushes Jonathon over the edge and I feel him spurting within me. I shudder, going to my hands and knees and he follows for a moment before his cock, slick with my juices and his cum, pops free. He stumbles back and someone else replaces him as Peter rubs his cock against my furred jaw.

And I don't even care who it is as they plunge into me.


The drink has a surprising bite to it. I wasn't going to indulge but I don't want to be known as the teetotaler of the office so I decide to live a little once.

What's the worst that can happen?

So I stand back, nodding my head to the music as I sip my drink. Although it's sweet, I can taste the alcohol and my nose wrinkles when I take another sip.

Smells strong, too.

Setting my half-finished drink on the nearby windowsill, I take my phone out and open the messaging app. I start a message to Joyce, swiping with my thumb.

Hey, cutie! I write with a smile. I met her at church a month ago and we've been out four times already. Last night, we watched a movie at my house for the first time and my heart swelled when she rested her head on my shoulder. I hate to put the cart ahead of the horse but I'm really hoping she's the one. Saving myself for marriage and the right partner with the right ideals and morals is tough. Worth it but tough. And seeing her sweet smile is almost as good as shoving her to the ground and mounting-

I hiioopp- my thumbs slips on the virtual keyboard and I growl at it. My left hand goes to my crotch, squeezing and pulling as I stare at my thumb and the curved point of the nail.

With a huff and a frown that shows four sharp teeth, I feel my heart start to pound.

There's a claw on my thumb! I drop my phone and turn my hand over. The tips of every nail are pinched together at the center and darkening into a chalky black texture. White hairs line the backs of my knuckles and I watch in horror as they begin to spread to my hand.

I kneel, grabbing my phone and the head of my dick glides wetly against my stomach, just beneath my shirt.

Sirhinhs wring, I awkwardly type one character at a time before sending the short message. Feeeeel wrpng. Need. Neef ur pusdy.

I whine and send the message as my erect cock throbs, bouncing against my body. I can smell them and I look around to see Deidre on all four while Sandra has Ted's penis in her mouth.

The sight is horrifying and arousing at the same time. It's my first time seeing sex. I know about sex and I've accidentally seen the sites my roommates used to look at but this is entirely different. The scents are swirling in my head and I pant, lowering myself while pounding clawed, furred hands against the ground.

I have to resist. I have to resist.

My shirt strains as my chest begins to expand. White hairs show in the gaps and I can see brown hairs replacing the white as my fur marches up my arm. There's a painful click in my lower jaw as it shoves forward into an underbite and my lips droop down.

Just have to- have to-

The tips of my ears curl back slightly as they expand and I hear a car pull into the parking lot outside

My phone buzzes with Joyce's reply but she's not here and I hurt so bad. The skin of my uncircumcised cock swells and hairs erupt along its length.

When a woman opens the car's door outside, I growl. Joyce isn't here but this woman is. I know her. I know the cute Latina's name. Sofia. She cleans our offices and I bet she'd clean my cock, yes. As good as she cleans the office when I'm working late.

I stand and open the door as my shirt bursts, unable to contain the girth of my chest.

Sofia is stepping out and turning around to grab her purse, not even seeing me as I approach. My ears slide through my short hair and my shoes press painfully into my feet.

She turns as I stand close, catching my reflection in her car window. Her mouth opens to scream and I press into her, kissing her deeply.

It's my first kiss and I want more. I need more. It's driving me, pushing. The raging fire within.

Her arms beat at my back as I tear her shirt down the front and my paw closes around her throat while I lick at her nipple. She's shouting and beating at my back while I rip her thin skirt and panties. In my rush, I mark her with my claws and I can smell the tiny drops of her blood from the red lines left on her thighs.

I cover her mouth with mine as I feel the stub of my tail pulling at my spine and back. My cock lies against her stomach so I lift her up and her hands claw at my back as the rounded tip presses against her pussy.

My claws dig into her ass, spreading her but she's dry and I'm inexperienced.

And then I feel hot wetness against the bulging head of my cock and I enter her. She gasps, grabbing at my flat brown fur and hair while wrapping her legs around my waist. I press hard and she takes all of me with a shriek.

"Por favor!" she cries, burying her face in my shoulder. "Don't- don't do-"

But her head begins rubbing against my fur and she licks me, tentatively. She gasps and her claws bite deep when my knot begins to swell at the base of my cock, spreading her open further.

I can feel her thick, black fur growing beneath my paw as I hold her ass.

"Wait," she pants, pressing against me, I growl and her ears twitch as she bites her lips and her eyes flutter. Her English is accented but clear and sweet. "Not like-"

She pulls away and I let her as my chest heaves and my throbbing red cock glistens in the overhead lights.

Sofia drops to her hands and feet and turns, flexing her back while stretching out and raising her bare ass. Black stubble lines her shoulders and back and I see the flesh at the base of her spine bulge. She hangs her head for a moment and then turns to stare at me, her golden eyes glazed with lust as she licks her black lips with her long, wide tongue.

"This," she pants, her voice low and seductive. She cries out and her ass raises. Her pussy is dripping wet before me. "Like- perra. Te ruego, por favor."

Her bracelets jangle against the concrete as I go to all fours behind her, clawing at the ground with my constricted feet as my claws pierce my shoes. She works her hips, guiding me into her before reaching down to her clit.

"¡Ay Dios mio!" Sofia cries, pinching her clit as the skin shifts beneath her fingers. I feel her opening tightening and moving against me as I frantically pound into her.

The girl barks and then growls, snapping at the air as her petite, apple-shaped face crunches and extends. I lick her shoulder sympathetically, tasting her sweat while still slamming my dick as deep as I can and her soft ass slaps back against me.

I cum too soon and am surprised by it. Her ears twitch back and flatten in exasperation. She drops her hand to the ground to anchor herself before licking the side of my muzzle with her sloppy, wet tongue.

The words are strange in her muzzle with her accent but I understand her nonetheless.

"Más, por favor," she whines, slowly wriggling her hips back and forth, enticing me.

She turns, pulling free to lay a gentle hand against my chest. I go down, twisting to find a comfortable position for my short tail as she straddles me. Her fur is black, thick and curly and I lose sight of her curves until she guides my hands to her hips.

Sofia shoves her chest out and her tits jiggle. I grab one and she moans appreciatively as she slides back and forth against my cock.

"¡Ay, papi," she growls quietly as I squeeze her nipple carefully. She has a cute tuft of fur directly between her bare breasts. She reaches beneath her, grabs my cock while lifting her hips. I snarl and she coos in a high pitched whine as she slowly lowers herself onto my dick.

I pull my mate down and hug her close as she works her ass back and forth. Her hardened nipples drag through my coarse, short fur and her growling gasps come quickly.

"Eres mío," she whispers into my ear before a shuddering moan is forced from her thick lips.

As we rut and I lose myself in my mate, I think briefly of Joyce and wonder whether Sofia would share. The thought of two bitches, big of belly with my litter makes me growl and grow harder.

Joyce lives less than a mile away. Alone.

Sofia jerks and shudders and howls above me but I hold her tight until she starts rocking her wide hips again. I lick her lips and our tongues meet briefly. When she leans back with her hands against my chest, her breasts lie completely covered by her thick pelt.

I can already see Joyce on all fours, begging me to fuck her and I know, as my second orgasm nears, that I'll be taking her tonight.
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Off The Beaten Path [story / satyress]
A young woman is led astray on her summer trip to Greece
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Brick buildings, worn and weathered by countless storms and the passage of time, filtered past in a seemingly endless blur of gray and white. The scene was broken only by the passing of cars and thin, green trees lining the sidewalk.

Sunny sat back in the cracked leather seats of her taxi as a generic radio filled the interior with club music from the previous decade. She'd quickly learned her driver knew a minimum of phrases in order to deal with tourists so she stared silently out of the window with her backpack held against her chest.

The girl leaned against the car's door to glance up at the sky. Thick white clouds circled slowly overhead - cotton fluff in an azure bowl. It was the last day of her four day trip but she was still shocked at how clear and perfect the sky seemed to be.

With a squeal of brakes and the faint smell of leaking oil, the small taxi came to a stop.

"Cava Makis," the driver said. He glanced back at her while she rifled through her purse for the fare.

"Wait for me, please," she told him as she paid. "I'm just going to run in to buy something and I'll be right back."

Rather than answer, the driver grunted. Sunny grabbed her backpack, dragging it along the seat as she left the car before hefting it over her shoulder. The store's bright red canopy shined in the early morning light. She couldn't help but smile as the warmth of the sun surrounded her. The faint scent of the town's lake was intoxicating. It had become something of a habit for her to breathe deeply to remind herself just how different the town was from her own city.

"Καλημέρα," a man's voice called out as she entered the store. He stood among the shelves in simple, gray slacks and a loose white shirt. She couldn't help but notice that his clothing matched his graying hair. When he turned to her, he smiled and light danced in his mischievous eyes. "Ah. A tourist. Do you speak English? Or Chinese? I only know English, I'm afraid."

"English, yes," Sunny said, smiling back at him. She'd been annoyed after the first twenty assumptions of her ethnicity until she forced herself to relax and deal with it. "But my parents are Korean, not Chinese."

"Apologies, apologies!" the older man said, his voice thick with his accent. "I sometimes let my mouth run faster than my thoughts and my wife would tell you it's never a close race. Can I help you find something?"

"Yes, actually," she told him, glancing around at the shelves of liquor. "Do you have canned wine?"

"Canned-" the man frowned. "Surely I misheard you. What is this? Canned wine? Do you mean grape juice?"

"No, wine in a can," Sunny reaffirmed. "I'm hiking through the Vikos–Aoös National Park this morning and I wanted to have a picnic for lunch. I don't want to drink too much."

"I would never sell such a thing!" the gentleman told her. Despite his eyes, she felt she struck a nerve with him. He glanced at her, his eyes roaming his body with his bottom lip stuck out in a thoughtful expression. She still wasn't used to how blunt and casual people were with their behaviors. "Are you here long?"

"I- no, I leave tonight," she answered, taken aback by the direct question.

"And where will you go?"

"There's a nice hotel north of here," she replied. Despite feeling affronted by his questioning, her upbringing forced her to answer. "Hotel Mir. I thought I would hike a little beyond there until I found a nice place to sit."

"No," he said, shaking his head.

"I'm- I'm sorry?" she asked.

"No," he said again, walking away. "I'll make a simple map. That's your taxi waiting? You give it to him and he'll take you. If today is your last day, make it memorable. I know where and I know which wine you'll take. Wait a moment."

Sunny glanced toward the bored taxi driver outside the darkened windows. She weighed leaving and finding another store but the owner returned with a black bottle. It bore no label and looked old.

"It's a fine red wine," he told her, offering it out with a small piece of paper. "Trust me. Show the paper to the driver and he'll know where to go."

"This is too much," she said, pushing the bottle back.

"Nonsense!" the shop keeper said, backing away to refuse. "It is my gift. Don't go to this Mir. That area is dull. Enjoy the wine and enjoy your moment in nature. The bottle is my gift. Our city would not thrive without people like you."

She stood there, torn for a moment while holding the bottle and scrap of paper until she'd remembered the entire purpose of the trip: unwinding. Relaxing from the stress of her first semester at college. Her parents had made a deal with her, that if she studied medicine and maintained a high average, they would pay for a trip for her every year. She'd been surprised at their generosity but couldn't say no. The chance to travel and get away from her demanding mother was a goal she was willing to work towards.

"Alright, I will," she said, holding the bottle in her arms. "Are you sure it's okay?"

"Yes, yes!" the man said, shooing her with his hands. "The gods smile upon us and provide us with a bounty. It's the very least I could do."

"Okay. Thank you! Uhh. Eff ka ree stow!" She attempted in Greek.

"Yes, you're welcome," the man said, smiling widely.

Returning to her waiting taxi, the driver was surprised to see the note she passed to him but his expression quickly changed. He glanced at her in his rearview mirror. His mouth opened and his expression hardened before he looked away but he stopped the meter as he pulled away from the curb.

Sunny lost herself to the view once they left the town. With her return trip coming closer and closer, she found herself thinking back to her waiting studies. The material creeped up on her after endless nights of memorization and testing until she felt as if it was consuming her.

A bump in the road brought her back from her reverie. The town lay behind them and she watched as buildings grew further apart until only the country was left. She was hypnotized by the rolling green hills and the rhythmic humming of the tires on the poorly maintained roads.

Trees soon replaced empty roads when the driver turned onto a lone dirt road. She lost herself as the road twisted through forests and the path was dappled by the shadows of the passing trees.

"Here," the drive said, slowing to a stop.

The young woman shook herself and grabbed her backpack before stopping. There was no marked path or anything to show where she was.

"Are you sure?" she asked. "How will I get back?"

"Don't worry about it," the driver said in his longest sentence yet.

"Will there be a bus or something?" she asked, hesitating with her backpack in her lap. "Or a hotel nearby?"

"Yes," the man said impatiently. "It's fine."

Although she felt the worm of worry in her stomach, she forced herself to calm. She'd found nothing but generosity and helpfulness during her stay and was certain she'd find a hotel or hostel or something down the path beside the car.

With one hand on the wine and the other on the handle of her backpack, she exited the car and bumped the door closed with her hip. The driver gave her a final look but turned and left the way he came, his tires kicking up dust and pebbles as he flew down the road.

Birds chirped overhead as she stepped onto the lightly trampled path leading into the woods. She held the bottle by its neck as her backpack pulled at her shoulders. The taxi was already gone, vanished around a curve but she spared it a last glance before walking the trail.

It seemed as if she were in a fairytale. The forest was verdant without a hint of decay anywhere. Fallen logs appeared fresh with vibrant green moss and the air was filled with a faintly sweet scent. Despite not seeing a single sign of civilization, she felt relaxed. Invigorated.

Sunny grinned at a passing butterfly, holding her finger out and then laughing as it landed on the tip of her nail. Its wings beat gently before it took off, tracing a spiraling path around her head.

A small clearing opened before her. She paused at the treeline to stare into it. It felt home-y in a particular way, encircled on all sides by trees with a thick carpeting of moss. She breathed in deeply and then gasped as the nerves along her body seemed to thrum within her body.

Before she could stop herself, she pressed the tips of her shoe against the back of the other to step out of them, one at a time until she stood barefoot. It felt wrong to walk on the moss with her shoes. Unnatural.

"Wow," she said to herself as she stepped carefully into the clearing. The moss was cool beneath her feet and she wiggled her toes deep, feeling the soft loam.

As carefully as she could, she slipped her free hand through her backpack and then carried it until she reached a nearby log. She gently lay the backpack down and then sat back against the log with the wine bottle between her spread, bent legs. Her slim arm lay against the smooth trunk and she leaned back. The girl's long, glossy black hair pooled onto the log until the weight of it pulled it down, the strands cascading like a waterfall behind her. She breathed deeply and her shirt tented against her suddenly erect nipples. Still with her eyes closed, she gripped the bottle with one hand pressing it hard between her legs, pulling it up and down against her moistening sex until she shivered from the sensation of it.

Her delicate fingers brushed against stray hairs lining her forehead before slipping into the mass of her hair. She massaged her scalp for a moment, the base of her palms pressing against the two bumps over her temples. The movement of her hand against the bumps pulled at her skull and the skin covering them. She pulled her hands back from her her to scratch at the bumps, her nails digging into her flesh as she clawed and caressed the hardened lumps. She smiled tremulously, surprised at how sensual the feeling was. Almost overpoweringly so. Like a lover teasing her nipples. She shook her thick hair, licking her full, pouty lips.

A sudden thirst filled her, distracting her and reminding her why she'd come in the first place. She opened her backpack to pull out the waxy brown bag she'd brought with her. It was filled with a wedge of cheese, a chunk of bread and cured meats. She opened the bag to lay it flat next to her before working on the wine bottle's cork.

Dark black hairs emerged around her bare ankles. She scratched at the skin as they grew thick, strand-by-strand before vanishing beneath her pant legs.

As she worked the cork back and forth, she pressed her toes into the cool earth. The webbing between her toes began to expand, slowly connecting her big toe to her index toe while the other three pulled together separately. She dug her toes in and pulled them back, idly scratching the skin against the ground as the skin along the front of her feet calcified. Hidden beneath the moss, her trimmed toenails thickened out to sharp points. Nerves died painlessly in her feet as the keratin from her nails began to spread.

The girl's new hooves began to take shape just as she popped the cork of her wine bottle with a loud "ahah!"

As soon as the wine was opened, the heady scent filled the clearing. She blinked rapidly and then brought the bottle to her nose. As she breathed in the earthy tones of the wine, the bridge of her nose collapsed with a quiet crunching sound. The pale skin of her flattening nose brightened to pink while her nostrils pulled up to face forward.

The aroma filled her with a dizzying effect that left her reeling. It burned her throat and nose, soaking her brain before twisting down her stomach. And lower. She moaned and spread her legs wider as her lips curled up in a lazy, lusty smile.

"This is, wow," she said, her head swaying slightly. "Dang."

The fur covering her ankles spread lower. She winced as bones broke in her foot to give her the stance she needed to walk on hooves with her still-human legs. The pain faded quickly beneath the influence of the exotic drink and her changing body.

A dark patch formed on the young girl's crotch and she bit her soft lips with a shuddering sigh. Hairs joined the sparse patch covering her mound. They tangled together as they grew, sliding against her suddenly too-sensitive skin.

With her legs bent, her pants pulled tight against her hips while digging deep between her thighs. The darker patch of her arousal spread as the taut fabric bulged over her engorged labia. The fur beginning to cover her mound crept over her body. Held down by her pants, the tips of the hairs dragged torturously against her smooth, pale skin.

She gasped.

And jerked.

And bleated softly.

Red liquid ran down her lips as she careless drank from the bottle. With another pull, she filled her mouth too full. It burned as she forced it down and she wheezed, coughing slightly as she swallowed.

When her eyes opened, her pupils quivered.

The girl laughed, rubbing at her wine soaked lips with the back of her hand. She leaned her head back, turning her wrist to rub her eyes with her palm. Her laughter broke into a oddly animalistic cackling sound as the black ovals of her eyes squeezed into thin, horizontal rectangles.

Black fur sprouted from beneath her chin as her hair parted to expose two curved, delicate horns growing from her skull. She laughed again, glancing down at the red splotches soaking her plain white blouse.

Sweat broke out along the girl's collarbones. She squirmed, tugging and pulling at the slit in the center of her blouse. The soft fabric brushed her aching nipples and she arched her back at the feeling of it.

Sunny took another swig of her wine and then set the bottle down, shivering as heat pulsed through her arms and along her back. The girl tugged at the small gap of her shirt, pulling to expose the swell of her slim breasts. She bit her lips as her fingertips pressed into her soft flesh and then pulled further to expose her nipples. With another sharp tug, the shirt ripped to leave her bare chested.

The cool air surrounded her, stroking her overly warm body with its ghostly touch. A line of black fur escaped the band of her jeans. It crept along her stomach, fanning out to her sides while slowly, lazily marching upward. The hairs encircled her belly button, barely hesitating before climbing higher. Her growing pelt was sparse with skin still showing but, soon, more dark hairs joined those already covering her until her waist was covered in dense fur.

She pressed the heel of her hand against her belly, soaking the hairs with the sweat covering her body. Down her hand went until her fingers slipped into her pants. She toyed with the thick tuft of fur and then closed her legs, knees pressed together as her fingers slipped between her slick pussy.

The girl's moan broke into a gentle bleat. She rocked on her ass while pressing a fingertip against her hooded clit in a swirling motion. Fumbling to her side, she knocked over the wine and then grabbed it, taking another deep drink as fur sprouted along her jaw. She gasped, coating her body in a mist of red wine as a tiny orgasm surprised her.

Laughing with her head lolling and wine running down her fur-covered chin, she set the bottle down and worked on her zipper.

The sound of faint music made the girl's ears twitch. She glanced around, blinking her slitted eyes. Her ears lengthened and folded as soft white hairs grew within them. She pushed at the log to stand and then stumbled, focusing on her feet in shock.

"My- my- my-!" she gasped, reaching down to touch the wide cloven hooves. The tops of her feet were hidden behind thick, black fur but she was still surprised when she touched her foot and felt thick bone. Her heart raced as she touched herself, desperately trying to wiggle toes that no longer existed. As she watched, the still-growing hooves began to darken with each newly added layer.

She stood and her growing ears flopped at the tips when she stumbled, barely catching herself on her awkward feet. The world seemed to spin around her as the approaching music filled her long, soft ears.

Pressure built in the girl's skull. She bleated and then covered her mouth in shock, her strange eyes wide as she felt the downy hairs covering her face. Shock turned to pain and she closed her eyes as the bones cracked within her jaw, pushing her face forward.

She fell to her knees, panting as her face elongated. Exposed skin quickly disappeared behind still-growing fur. Through it all, her thirst tortured her. She lay there, supported by her hands with her knees spread on the mossy ground and her slim breasts free beneath her.

"I have to get help," she said to herself, focusing on her hands and tiny holes opened in her skin to allow her hair follicles to emerge. The music was louder and seemed to come from everywhere. A lively tune played on a wooden instrument that she couldn't place. She grabbed at the ruins of her shirt, trying fruitlessly to cover her bare chest. "I have to- have to-"

She licked her lips and glanced at the bottle laying on it's side. Bones shifted within her hips and her jeans strained against her waist as she reached for the wine.

"Need to-" she whispered, feeling the music tug at the knots within her stomach. She sat back, lost in the haze of the music and her growing arousal. The lilting song toyed with the nerves along her body and she shivered as she brought the bottle to her changed lips.

Sunlight gleamed off the girl's shiny horns as her glossy black hair brushed against dark fur lining her back. Wine spilled from her long muzzle, coursing down her cheek and the dusting of fur along her chest. She quivered as the drops spattered against her nipples, tangling with the short scarce hairs dotting her breasts.

Seams burst along the side of Sunny's jeans. Muscle formed in her waist and ass, pushing at the fabric until it gave way to the pressure of her expanding hips to reveal fur covered thighs.

Movement caught the girl's eyes. Her floppy ears flicked as she looked up to see a man standing at a nearby tree.

No, not a man, she realized. He was tall and hooved and covered in curly brown hair. Her eyes were drawn to his waist, to the thick, bulbous erection that bobbed before him, angry and red. She felt a sharp pang of need and she breathed deeply, as if she could smell him. He held a flute in his hands and his smile was more a lustful leer than anything else.

The man stepped to her on hooves like hers and offered a hand. She took it shyly and he helped her stand. Before she could try to say anything, he kissed her lips and she surprised herself by opening to him. She turned her jaw and their tongues swirled together while his strong, rough hands explored her body.

He pulled her close to him and she bleated in surprise. It was wrong, wasn't it?

Sunny tried to focus as the man went to one knee before her. She bit her lip as she felt his hot breath on her exposed, throbbing pussy. She grabbed his curly hair as he tugged at her ripped pants. There was- her school. The trip. It was a vacation and school. School waited for her. The stress of it. The endless nights of studying while the few friends she had went out partying. Locked in her room on the weekend, taking notes until her hand cramped. Still awake when her giggling roommates stumbled home with slurred stories of conquests and lurid texts.

Hiding herself away to masturbate beneath her covers, just to ease the stress and help her sleep. And then waking for classes with pain behind her eyes from lack of sleep.

Starting the routine over again. It seemed so difficult now. A lifetime away. All she had to do was ignore it and it would all go away.

He was behind her now and his lips pressed against her ass. She gasped as he slapped her lightly. Her normally slim ass jiggled, a healthy layer of fat over strong muscles. Muscle grown to help her walk on her hooves.


The man's nails clawed through the fur cover her ass and back.

The burden- her memories- she struggled to remember why she held herself back as he gently pulled her back against him, kissing her neck. She reached back, thrusting her chest out. Fur moved around her breasts as they began to fill out. His fingers slid through the silky fur of her body to squeeze her soft, bulging soft. They ached as they swelled but he massaged her, squeezing and pulling from the base to her areola. Squeezing and pulling.

She felt his hardness against her back and she groaned, eyes fluttering at the thought of him inside of her.

Squeezing and pulling. Her nipples elongated and she whimpered, raising her hips to him.

There was- something.

Squeezing and pulling.

School. She remembered her studies. The memories were soft but there.

Warm milk squirted from her erect nipples and she bleated loudly as her fingers tensed, pulling at the man's hair.

"Please," she begged him. She could remember something she had to do. Something important she needed. It was on the edge of her tongue but it kept slipping away from her drunken mind. "Have to- have to- god, I have to-"

She wouldn't go back. She felt alive. Wanted. A million times lighter with the burden of life on her shoulders.

He led her and she followed him until he pressed her against a nearby tree. His large hands took her shirt and she bent her arms back, biting her lips as the fabric slid against the fur along her arms. She grinded her teeth with her eyes closed as he kissed the back of her neck. One of his hands caressed the hairs coating her stomach. She took it and pulled it higher and he cupped her now heavy breasts. She pressed back against his cock when his teeth nipped at the thick fur along her shoulder.

The man kissed down the full mane of curly black hair along her spine until he reached the hidden dimples above her ass. She groaned as he dug his thumbs into her lower back and then cried out when he pulled at a the bulging tip of her tail pushing through her thick pelt. He whispered something she couldn't understand and kept pulling, encouraging her tail's growth until he could hold it tightly in his hand. She spread her legs and moaned, staring back at him with pleading, hungry eyes.

Sunny wrapped her arms around the tree, pressing her cheek against the bark. She kicked her hooves, stamping them and shaking her ass. Showing how ready she was. How naked and eager and ready to be filled by him.

His enormous cock lay against her ass, nestled against her tail. She raised herself as well as she could on her hooves while bending slightly but she knew he was too long to tease into place.

He spoke to her again as he slowly brought himself back. She felt his cock sliding against her skin and fur, tickling her in an intensely pleasurable way that she'd never felt before.

Another man, similar to this one stepped into the clearing and a third joined him, leading a laughing, red-faced naked woman with him. She had dusky skin, unfocused eyes and her hand around the third creature's cock. The other woman said something in a language that Sunny partially recognized. Her Indian roommate spoke it when calling home to her parents.

The second creature raised pipes to his lips and music filled the air. A fourth man joined them with a wicker basket full of bottles.

Roommate? She wondered as the man's cock slid between her ass cheek. Anaya. My roommate. My- Oh god! Oh fuck, oh god!

As the creature finally filled her, the stress of her old life sloughed away.


Jennifer stepped through the forest, following the sounds of music. The man she'd come with had abandoned her, taking her backpack and everything she'd had. He'd said something apologetic to her when he'd run off but she'd been too tipsy to follow. Now, she hoped the people having a party could help her.

"Hello! I'm sorry but I'm-" the young blonde gasped at the site of furred half-men rutting with strange two-legged creatures. Her head began to buzz as a potent, sharp scent of wine filled her nose.

Directly before her, bent over a fallen log was a young Indian woman. A thick line of fur waved above her spine and she raised herself on gray, cloven hooves while her massive breasts bounced under the pounding of the creature fucking her.

The second woman looked up at Jennifer with a wide smile and Jennifer gasped to see the woman's horizontal pupils and tuft of fur above her breasts. Strings of thick, white cum covered the woman's back.

Jennifer stood, rooted to the spot. The sight was mesmerizing. This creature - the female leaned forward to press her hands to the ground as her short tail wriggled ferociously behind her. She bleated loudly, slamming her back as the main fucking her slapped her wide ass.

The blonde girl could see the thick, folded lips of the girl's pussy tightly clenched against the man's strange cock. More cum dribbled from between the strange woman's lips. She bucked, collapsing to her hands and knees while butting the tree in front of her.

An orgasm, Jennifer noted. The other woman's legs were shaking but still, she reached back to grab a handful of the man's chest hair while rocking her hips up and down.

"Fuck, yes, more!" the furred woman screamed. Her voice stuttered at the end of each word until it broke into a full bleat. "Go-aaah-ahh-ahhhd!"

Jennifer swallowed at the sight of the two creatures and her nostrils flared, sniffing at their scents. She pressed her hand against her stomach. An emptiness took root within. Hot and wet. Hungry. She turned to find the Indian woman standing close to her.

Only, she was no longer completely a woman. Her curved, thick thighs and the sides of her stomach were bare skin but she was otherwise covered in dense, curly fur. She leaned forward, kissing Jennifer suddenly and the blonde jerked back.

And then cursed herself for it. The other woman's lips were soft and inviting and her hands itched to play with her fur. To hold her huge breasts. To bring her long nipples into her mouth. To suckle at her and-

The blonde wanted to scream, wanted to run and get as far away as she could but she found herself hesitating as a heat filled her breastbone. She licked her suddenly dry lips and glanced over at one of the men lounging against a tree. He smiled at her and raised a bottle to his lips.

Blonde hairs emerged from the girl's neck. She giggled, covered her mouth and giggled again before stepping into a stumbling, twirling dance towards the waiting man's open arms.
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A man tries to boost his livestream by hunting for a local legend but finds himself prey instead.
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I have all of my gear ready and arrayed before me. A light backpack with a thin laptop connected to a 4g hotspot. The hotspot is connected to a big portable battery and I have a couple more batteries for the laptop. Just in case.

The big item is the GoLive!! streaming headband. That was pricey. The laptop is old and I bought it used but the headband is new. Took several months but I know it's going to be worth it. It's unobtrusive, can record in low light and lasts forever on the battery connected at the band.

Right now it's facing me with the little red light steady, telling me it's connected and streaming. I almost disabled the light but the infrared lights would still be there so it doesn't matter. And, really, who would see it?

The laptop is up and my stream is running with fifteen people connected. I smile at them as I get the rest of my gear together. My girlfriend is logged in and so are my parents and my kid brother but the rest are friends. And one coworker. Gus - my night shift replacement at the liquor store. Which means he's logged in from work. Lazy bastard.

We all start somewhere, right?

I bounced around at college but really enjoyed my time in my brief criminal justice phase of classes. I'm not going to spend the rest of my life selling cheap vodka to drunks so this is my way out of that life. And I get to play pretend detective.

"Hey everyone!" I say, smiling again. Clean shaven face, thick brown hair swept back and I stole my girlfriend's eyeliner just to make my eyes pop. Just a hint of it. I heard guys get makeup when they're on camera so why not? I won't be on the camera much at all but I want to get used to it. "Thank you for joining in tonight for the third video in my series on urban investigations."

I pause and sit back for dramatic effect but spoil it by glancing directly at the camera and then looking away.

"Tonight, I finally track down the Beast of Brightview Bay," aaaaand another pause for dramatic effect. And a smile with my hands together. Or apart? Dammit, now I just look dumb. Together. Fingers together. And smile. "The first two videos saw us interviewing people who heard or saw the beast with a focus on Miles Trelawney after the picture he posted online went viral."

A few taps on the keyboard shows the grainy, dark photo on my stream and I nod at it with a serious expression. I practiced a bit before starting the stream and it's even beginning to feel natural.

The photo isn't clear but shows a large shape between two concrete posts. Hercules Construction was building an office complex at the location but abandoned it years ago when funding fell through. Since then, it's become a hang out for junkies, teenagers and others. The walls are heavily tagged and the place is littered with trash. Ever since Miles posted the photo, people have come forth to mention hearing things. Some even saying they saw it. Always at night.

A few people have said their friends straight up vanished. Went out solo to get high and get away from their life for a while and now they're just gone. I'd call bullshit but a few visits to the site on the first video in the series showed the parties cut back. I only saw some homeless guy hanging around and I bounced before it got too late. I wanted to come back with the new streaming gear so I could try this live. For the views.

"As the sun begins its descent to the horizon," I intone - I really spent a while thinking up my lines. "We begin our journey to Brightview Bay. And the waiting... beast."

I grab the headband carefully so I don't disorientate my viewers. It settles gently against my head, just over my ears until I tighten the band. Finally, I place my laptop and hotspot into my bag, sling it over my shoulder and leave.

And then I curse myself because I didn't clean up my apartment. My viewers (and my mom, dammit!) get a good look at old take out boxes and my overflowing trash can before I pick up the pace to fast walk outside.

As I'm driving, I glance around. Traffic isn't too bad. The bottom of the sun is nearly touching the horizon and-

"Son of a bitch!" I yell as another car crosses the median, nearly sideswiping me. "Look where you're going, you stupid fuck-!"

"Uh," I mumble, suddenly remembering I'm still streaming. "I'll pause the stream here and resume when I'm on location. Stay tuned, viewers!"

Reaching up, I click the off button before sinking back against my seat. I keep forgetting about the headband. The stream is archived automatically online for people to watch and now they can see my apartment and watch me lose my cool on the road. I really, really need to get my shit together if I want this to take off.

The highway eventually exits to a side road that leads to a gravel road. Seagulls cry far in the distance before roosting on a rusted container ship listing heavily in the bay. I still remember the mayor talking about revitalizing the area and the arguments back and forth about the raise in taxes. Looks like opponents were right. The area is still dead and the mayor's being investigated. Misuse of funds or something. I lost interest after a while.

No cars are on the road with me and I don't see any by the unfinished construction. There also aren't any fires going so there's no parties again tonight. Glancing up as I park on the unmarked lot nearby, I notice the sun half-hidden behind the rolling hills to the west. I should still have plenty of light for clean video.

Taking a deep breath, I turn my camera back on and give it a moment to reconnect.

"Welcome," I say while looking at the single level skeleton of the office building. "To Brightview Bay."

Grabbing my backpack, I open the car's door and step outside. I sling the backpack over my shoulder smoothly and then clip the chest strap to hold it in place. It's a warm night and the air is calm but I can still smell the pungent odor of the bay. The overpowering stench of rotten fish is strong enough to make me wonder why people even come here.

"Here we go," I tell my viewers. "As I approach, I see the area is empty. Could this really be where the beast stalks his prey? If so, the area is ripe with opportunity. Social outcasts gather here during the night to satiate their dark desires."

Is that too hammy? I wonder, frowning while I try to remember the lines I'd put together. It sounded good when I was writing it but now that I'm saying it out loud and on the stream, it sounds too melodramatic. Dammit.

Broken slabs jut up from the parking lot. The entire area is dotted with concrete columns showing exposed rebar. A huge pile of rubble lies in the corner.

Movement draws my eye. I gasp and then hide behind a column until I remember I'm streaming.

"Someone is here," I whisper. And then I remember what I'm doing. "Or something. Almost all of the accounts say the beast shows itself at nightfall. The sun is beginning to set so this could very well be the creature. Now I'll slowly make my way toward the site to get a good look at what we're dealing with."

I crouch, hands against the floor and then shuffle forward. I'm feeling a little bit nervous. God. I should've peed before I left. Dammit. I have got to start planning better.

"There has been no other physical evidence of the beast," I continue. "The police refuse to investigate despite two of the people I interviewed saying they went to law enforcement over their missing friends. The picture Miles took was focused on his girlfriend. They only noticed the creature when it was posted on social media and their followers pointed it out. Some think it's a shadow but others say they see the shoulders and jaw of a misshapen, hideous creature. Today we- there! I see it!"

More movement. I drop to the ground. I'm wearing a black long-sleeved athletic shirt with loose black jogging pants in case I need to haul ass. My backpack is black and I covered the gray highlights with electrical tape. Lying on the ground, I should be well hidden.

Wait. What color are my shoes? I strain and look back and- dammit! Bright fucking red! Aw shit! And now my subscribers are probably wondering what the hell I'm doing. Focus! Focus!

"It looks like a false alarm," I sigh. "It's just a homeless person."

It's the same guy I spotted before but I don't want to tell my readers that I scoped the place out before. I feel like it'll make everything seemed staged.

The guy is pacing back and forth, scratching at his shaggy hair. I can't pick out details from the distance but he doesn't seem old. Has a beard, as brown as his hair and he's wearing an old, stained trench coat that comes down to his ankles. He's barefoot. Pacing nonstop and yanking at his hair.

A warm breeze flows over me as I start to crawl forward but I freeze when the man jerks to a stop. He turns slowly towards me but I carefully tilt my head down to hide the camera's light. Glancing up with my head down I see him stare over my shoulder before he resumes pacing.

I have to make a decision. Do I keep going and see if the bum draws out the supposed beast or do I call it a night and try again? I didn't come here to stream some crazy guy's meth-fueled antics but I also don't want to fold and go home with nothing. So, I decide to play it up.

"With reports of people vanishing," I whisper as loudly as I dare. "The homeless person risks a fatal, uh, fate. I have my phone in a pocket of my backpack, ready to call the police at a moment's notice. Stay tuned as I continue surveillance."

There's a pillar ahead, just to my left. I crawl along my stomach as slowly as possible while angling toward it. The homeless person, who I decide to name Bob, shouts loudly with his fist raised to the sky. Is he crying? It almost looks like he's crying. Sobbing, really.

Just as I reach the column, the man lowers himself to his knees before bending forward to touch his forehead to the ground. He leans further, grabbing his coat to pull it open as he raises his chest and leans back onto his heels. The jacket falls to the ground around him, leaving him completely naked.

The dude's jacked. I can see his muscles flexing as curls forward to slam his fist against the ground. He slaps and grabs his thigh while rocking back and forth. I crouch behind the column as his hand raises from his thigh but he slaps it down again and the sound echoes in the open area.

He grunts and shakes and his hand trembles. Raising slowly.

To his very large, very erect cock.

"Jesus!" I whisper, turning my head just enough so he's out of sight from the camera. What the hell is this dude's problem?

He grabs his dick hard and leans back, mouth open in ecstasy as he starts to pump himself.

Now what the hell am I supposed to do? The crazy man is over there, grunting as he tugs himself. I hear him yell something but I can't make it out. Dude's just going to town and- damn, yeah, there he goes.

Uh. And still goes. That's, okay, that's fucking gross but, Jesus, that's a lot of sperm. Just flinging out, covering the ground and wall in front of him. And he's not stopping. He's still hard, still pulling and tugging and grunting. And-


Hold up.

There's hair on his back. It wasn't there a second ago. He's got his side to me but turned just enough that I see his back. He's pale as shit but there's dark brown-

It's spreading. No way. No fucking way.

The man howls and he cums again. If anything, there's more of it. Thick ropes of white cum lancing out as he orgasms again. And still going!

I'm- okay, shit. His cock is bigger. The tip is well past his fist. I can barely make it out from where I'm standing but another howl, piercingly loud, makes me look at his face. It's longer! Jesus Fucking Christ!

"I've- I've found the beast!" I whisper loudly. I turn back to face the homeless man so the camera can see him. Fur waves freely along the man's thick shoulders. "It's the homeless man from before! He's a werewolf!"

I look into the sky but I only see a crescent moon in the clear sky.

"Or- or- or something like it!" I tell my subscribers. "I'm sorry about the- Fuck! That's the third time he's- sorry, sorry mom, if you're still watching."

The man goes to one hand, his left, while still pumping himself with his right. I see the curve of a tail growing just over his ass cheek. His body seems to be straining against his skin. His calves are enormous and he's snapping at the air with his weird, hairless muzzle. Still grunting but it's more like a growl now.

"Fuck fuck fuck," I say out loud.

I didn't really expect to find anything. Not really, despite my intentions. My girlfriend teased me about it and my parents thought I was wasting money but everyone's got a thing. And I wanted out of it. Out of my boring life. To do something unusual and out of the routine.

Now, faced with this creature-

The man turns to me and then snarls. I gasp, flattening myself against the cement block while reaching back to try to grab my phone.

"I'm going to call the police," I whisper. My hand finds the right pocket and I slowly pull the zipper while turning to peek around the corner.

It's gone.

It's fucking gone.

I feel like I have to throw up. It was huge and now it's vanished and could be anywhere!

The wind shifts and I smell him. It. Whichever. He smells strongly like he hasn't washed but it's mixed with other things. Sweat, sex and a strange dog smell.

I wish I could say I nimbly jumped out of the way but, instead, I turn, see him rearing back a gigantic arm and I just collapse as the swing misses me.

Pain explodes along my face as shards of concrete hit me like buckshot. Terror grabs a handhold on my spine and I roll. He lunges at me but misses again as I bolt upright and run.

The creature howls and my mouth goes dry. It sounds like he's right behind me as I reach the edge of the office building.

My brain tells me it can feel his breath on my neck but I'm too afraid to look. And then, I do and I miss a step as I realize he's within arm's reach. His massive, furred arm's reach. I fall face first with a scream as he swipes at me again. My momentum propels me and I slide along the ground on my already torn cheek as the building rumbles behind me.

Fate, or God, smiles upon me as the fragile structure collapses and the creature yips in pain. Adrenaline is riding my body hard enough that I don't feel any pain. With the creature pinned, I jump and run for the nearest cover: the old container ship.

I take the first opening in the hull and blindly run through the maze of ramps and stairs and rooms until I feel like I'm hidden far enough away to take stock of the situation. Collapsing back against the wall, I gasp for air and then hiss at the stinging pain on my face. As carefully as I can, I touch my cheek and wince at the open wounds. It's not blood that covers my face, though. Or at least not only blood. The skin is slick and I wipe at it with the back of my hand to look.

But then I lick my lips and taste saltiness. Cum. I've tasted my own before through the natural course of sex. I know what it tastes like and the image of the man masturbating fills my mind.

I gag and lean over to vomit but nothing comes out. My stomach roils while I wipe at my cheek with my sweat-soaked sleeve. The pain from my cuts are intense but I just want him off of me. His cum. Soaked into my skin. Filling my nose with his scent.

With a grunt, I grab at my crotch as my own cock begins to unfold and harden. My heart is pounding and I lick my lips, tasting him again despite cleaning myself. Another lick and the tip of my tongue brushes my nostrils.

My blood is pumping. I can't believe I survived. Fuck. Fuck! I groan, squeezing myself as I pant against the wall. Feeling all the stresses and hormones releasing through my body at the narrow escape. I've never felt so alive! What a fucking rush! I'd never had the balls to try skydiving or anything but, if this is what it feels like after, I'll sign up.

"Fuck, yes," I grunt again, looking down at my exposed cock. I'm aching with the need to empty myself. The pain is pinching and throbbing deep within my balls. And the smell!

I breathe deeply while leaning forward and lick at myself. My long tongue brushes the head of my cock but it's not enough so I lean back, groaning and pulling at my sweaty shirt as it clings to my body. Rolling my head while stroking myself.

My shirt tears but I feel a slicing pain around my torso. I'm constricted. Squeezed. I look down my body to see the backpack's chest strap pulled tight. The black plastic buckle is white with tension and it's straining under my bulk.

I snap at the air while kicking my feet against the ground and the buckle snaps. Release!

Muscles line my chest and I claw at my belly while still pumping myself. Reaching down to cup my balls.

"Jenny," I moan, licking at my lips and nose. Feeling the pulsing, burning pressure at my temples as I think of my girlfriend. "Fucking. Wish you were. Here. Riding me. Riding my dick. Spreading your ass. Licking your throat and tits while you bounce on me. Fuck!"

Tiny points of pain prick my balls. I pull my hands away but, god, I'm so fucking horny that I reach back down to masturbate myself. My palm feels rough as it drags against my dick. With each stroke, the skin surrounding my throbbing cock loosens.

Calluses form on my hand, along my palm and bottoms of my fingers. I can't stop. More loose skin. Pulling it up and over the head of my cock as thin hairs began to cover it.

I yelp on the downstroke as my fist pounds a thick line of skin connecting the base of my cock to my belly. My free hand is digging into my thigh, kneading at the flesh and I don't even notice as my nail beds bulge and then break away to expose the tips of dark claws.

My thighs are smooth. Hard as marble. I feel muscle shifting beneath and I look down.

The orgasm surprises me and I jack-knife, pushing at my pulsing cock as the line of skin pulls it down against my belly.

I shout. But it's not a shout. It's a howl. Pure and loud and sharp enough that my ears flex back against my skull.

I'm left panting as hot cum covers my stomach, chest and face.

Looking down again, I see stubble on my torso. I frown at it because I've always been smooth. Never been able to grow a beard or chest hair or anything. Now I'm covered in it. I see the white cum covering me moving as hairs pierce my skin to tangle with my own spunk.

"This isn't right," I growl, looking at my wide hands. I turn it over to see dark padding. When I reach to touch it, my eyes widen at the sight of the huge curved claws arching over my fingers. "Oh fuck! Fuck!"

I stand, panting, heart pounding as I stare at myself. As I realize what I've been doing. At the sight and smell of my own cum lining my body.

Oh god. I'm still streaming. Everyone- everyone saw that.

"No!" I growl, clawing at the headband. I can feel my thick ears and the bare skin around my padding brushes against the fur lining them. The straps come apart at the slightest touch of my claws and I grab the camera, flinging it away. It tumbles until it comes to a rest.

Facing me.

Everyone still connected can see me. Can see my naked body. My still-hard cock, begging for attention. I look down to see it. To see the sheath at the base of it. Covered in brown and black fur.

While I watch, the sheath moves. It pulls back and I can't look away as two lumps emerge on either side of my dick. The pressure of them hurts so bad that I fall to my knees while grinding my sharpened teeth together. My sheath continues to stretch back as my knot forms, red and angry and swollen.

And needy. I go to one hand as the homeless man had before, reaching under to stroke myself. I flex my back as my spine pops and I growl at the camera. My body lengthens when the sound of wet fireworks exploding in the summer air. I groan, straining as my neck reddens and veins stand out against my flesh. Working through the pain of growth.

I feel the bones cracking in my cheeks. I see my nose as my face lengthens. I watch it, panting, tongue hanging low as the skin darkens along the bridge of my nose until the bridge merges with my muzzle.

I snarl at the camera, drool and sweat dripping from my lips.

"You watching Jenny?" I growl, the words harsh in my throat. "I'd fuck you on all fours. Just like this. Jenny. Come here. Now! Fucking bitch! I need your wet hole to fuck and fill with my cum. Fuck. Take you raw until you bleed from the size of me and beg for more, you fucking whore. Make you lick my cum off the floor on all fours like the fucking bitch you are."

I can't stop the words pouring from my lips. My head is hot and confused and the blood is pounding through me. I can't think past the need to fuck. I can't- It's not-

My claws bite into the metal flooring as I pound into the ground. It feels good to claw. To strain my changing muscles. To tear. To feel the pull. The pain in my fingers and joints as the sound of screeching metal fills the air.

Another sound echoes through the old ship. I grunt and slow my pace. Hairs grow from my brow, creeping down my face as pinpricks of gold appear in my irises. Colors are shifting in my sight. The metal seems darker while the moss growing in patches around the room stand out in a strange green color I've never seen before.

I hear a cautious tick-tick-tick-tick and I know he's searching for me, even as I fruitlessly scent the air for him. I want to cum again. I need it so badly that I ache deep in my guts but I hear his claws against metal and I growl. I feel the skin of my ears sliding against my scalp. The fur covering them tangles with my hair until the pointed tips emerge and twitch. Searching for him.

Standing, I take a step and then growl again, quietly. I grab my pants with both huge, clawed hands and pull. My biceps bulge beneath scattered patches of fur and the cotton fabric parts like wet paper. I fling it down the hallway with the hope that the scent will confuse the other wolf. Man. The other man.

As I walk past the forgotten camera, I feel twinges of pain along my belly. I lay a hand against it, clawing through the tangled curls of fur as tiny, useless teats begin to form. The sensation of my leathery pads rubbing against the small nubs sends pleasurable shivers down my spine. I almost stop to touch myself again but he's here, somewhere.

I can smell him now. His scent. Powerful. Older. It wafts through the narrow corridors as our sounds bounce around the ship. He sounds like he's coming from everywhere.

An irritating tickle forms between my shoulders but I ignore it. I feel drops of sweat roll down my back in the suffocating heat of the ship. More fall but are stopped short by the hair emerging from my wide, powerful back.

He's close! New instincts force me to all fours and I look back at my feet when they begin to ache. My feet are constrained. I kick back as quietly as I can but the- the- shoes! Shoes are still on my feet. Shoes, that's what they are.

I growl quietly and a thought forms. A whispering thought of my old self. Crafty. I pull my feet under my body one at a time to slice through the odd things wrapping my paws. And then I'm free.

What was it? What was I to do? The voice comes again, fainter now. I grab one of the things, crouch low to the ground and throw. It slams against the wall and rebounds.

The other wolf crashes through a gap in the wall in front of me. I leap for him, clawed arms out and my lips back to bare my fangs. Colliding with him, snarling and snapping. He rolls, slamming back against me and something crunches in my lower back. Rolling further, I feel hot pain above my ass as nerves connect to a forming tail.

I'm above him and my cock is buried in his fur, next to his thick tail. He's biting and clawing with his feet but the remnants of the voice whisper still and I have my arms locked under his armpits with my paws laced against the nape of his neck.

Rubbing against his soft fur feels good. I hold him tight and my jaw closes around the back of his neck but he struggles until I bite harder, threatening to break his spine until he calms himself.

As I pull myself back, hungry and hard for release, he growls and struggles again. He twists, trying to roll me but the corridor is narrow and I brace my foot against the wall. My toes are pounding, hot and aching as muscles pull tendon and bone, widening my feet to handle my larger frame.

I taste blood and bite harder. He growls but goes limp beneath me. The rounded head of my cock rubs against his swollen asshole it. Back and forth, back and forth. I press into him and he shakes.

It hurts so bad. My blood is up and every base, animalistic desire is screaming in my mind. Kill. Mate. Eat.

Pushing again, I feel my cock strain. My head is reshaping. Pulling back into a pointed tip that slips into his asshole. He growls and shakes but I hold him tight as I begin pushing into him. Dry until I feel him bleed.

I moan, instinctively licking the fur of his neck as I pull back and then enter him again.

Back and forth, back and forth and his asshole slowly begins to open to me as his own wolf recognizes the slowly budding pleasure of it. The undeniable need to sate an urge. He shoves back, biting off a yelp as I press deeper into him.

He relaxes by seconds and I begin to feel the building sensation of my orgasm as his tight asshole clenches against my bulging, swollen red cock. I release my hold on his neck and neither of us notice as we lose ourselves in the pleasure of our rut.

The other wolf raises his ass when my knot presses against him. I barely feel the brush of fur against my ass as my tail grows. It's wagging slowly behind me until it's long enough to lift into a curve. He's got a paw under himself, grabbing his own cock and I feel the motion of it while he pumps himself hard. He's grunting and growling and groaning but all I know is my own release. Taunting me.

The bulge of my knot enters him and he howls. I smell his cum and it drives me into a frenzy, forcing me to pound into him, harder and harder until he almost takes my knot. Grabbing the back of his neck, I force him down and he goes, still masturbating despite the cum leaking from his dick.

My claws rake his back as I finally cum, filling him with my hot seed. It spurts back at me and down the dense fur of his thigh. He howls again and I join him this time until I'm drained.

Static fills both of our ears as our loud cries die down. An electronic beep is followed by the harsh crackle of more static and faint voices.

I step back and feel the cold of the floor on my bare feet. I scuff the soles of my feet against the floor, scraping the ground with my heavy claws while scratching the itch of the forming pads. My ears stand up straight and then rotate as the voice calls out again.

We wordlessly separate and I let him take the lead, filling the ship with the smell of our mixed scents. I follow, sniffing occasionally until we're out in the open. I search for her - the Moon and I see her curved elegance casting brilliant pure light upon the world.

The two people are highlighted in my golden eyes. A chaotic tapestry of scents, natural and manmade surround them and I pick out other prey beyond them. Small animals. Birds. Hidden trails not yet gone cold. But it's the two of them that draw my attention.

Her, specifically. I scent the air, rubbing the tip of my cock until the other wolf begins to move. We circle wide and low, out of their line of sight as they call out once more. My tail is down and I creep through grass, eyes intent on my prey. We approach, watching for them to notice us but their senses are dull.

The woman's black skin absorbs the moonlight. I'm close enough to taste her and my teeth ache to feel her flesh. To take her.

On silent, padded paws, the other wolf strikes, taking down the male. I jump half a second later and my ears ring as the flash of fire and sound of thunder erupt from the female's hand. I snarl and strike, hearing the bones in her hand break as something flies away from her grip. She screams and my teeth sink into her shoulder, tasting her blood.

I feel her go limp beneath me as I tear at her clothing, ripping through her belt and pants until her sex is exposed. She doesn't move as I press into her, forcing my way in with sharp, hard thrusts.

The wolf beside me is feasting on his kill. The fresh smell of bloody meat rumbles my stomach but I need another release before I kill the female. She tears when my knot slams against her lips. Her blood is sharp and thick and heady and it drives me wild.

I smell it happen before I see it. The beast taking her soul. The other wolf's blood still covers my cock and my own cum is soaked into me. It mixes with her. Infects her. Consumes her. She groans beneath me and pushes back before her eyes flutter open.

The woman screams, trying to pull away but I smell her sweet juices flood her sex as dark hairs emerge from her swelling pussy lips. She grunts, clawing at the ground while cursing me in her human language but I see her rounded ears flex backwards as she reaches a hand beneath herself.

There will be more prey beside the female. The night is young and we will hunt together for fresh kills.


I wake, sore and naked with the sharp tang of blood on my lips and mouth.

The night before is hazy. My thoughts are scattered. They twist away when I try to focus on them so I just turn and back up against the wall. I hear muted voices and distant traffic and it slowly comes to me that I'm in an alley.

In the city.

I don't remember how I got here. I was-

"The beast," I whisper and my dry throat burns. I wipe my mouth with the back of my hand and then lick the blood clean before I realize what I'm doing.

Powerful stomach muscles clench and I turn to the side to puke. I force myself to look away from what comes up.

I can only remember flashes of emotion. Anger. Lust. Hunger. I vaguely remember the ship. And the creature hunting me but I can't even remember how I got to the ship. The memories are there but faint yet.

"Jenny," I gasp, standing and then leaning against the brick wall behind me. "Need to get to her."

A sudden image of Jenny on all fours, naked and panting explodes in my mind. I growl and squeeze the base of my cock. It's growing erect by I push at it and shove at the image. Instead, I think of her smiling, concerned face.

I need clothes. I need to find out exactly where I am. I hold my arms out in front of me. I feel off. Like I'm in someone else's body. I flex and hard lines rise to show dense muscles beneath thick hair. My pecs and abs make me look like I was sculpted by a Greek artist trying to carve the perfect male specimen.

My body hums with coiled power. A flash of the night before hits me. A struggle. Tearing at something. My lips curl back and my throat rumbles with the hint of a growl.

The urge to hit fills me. To strike and tear and rip and bite rises in my chest until I nearly charge into traffic to tackle the first person I find. I force it down but I still feel the adrenaline rush of it.

I stalk carefully, scenting the air with my dull nose.

And, in my mind, Jenny's concerned face softens as she grabs my cock. Fur grows on her face as she whines for it. I push it away again as my cock throbs painfully.

She'll understand, I tell myself as I hide behind a dumpster until an older woman passes on the street. Tiny hairs lift at the back of my neck. She'll have to. I'll make her understand. She'll see what it's like. She'll know. She'll understand.

Even as I think of her, I smell the other. Another female. Woman. Not female. Woman. Her scent on me. A flash of an emotion. My cock hardens further and I flex my hands open and closed, open and closed. Like I'm remembering the feel of soft flesh beneath them. Fur and flesh. I could find her again. A part of me wants to. To pull her close and keep her close. With me. And Jenny.

And the homeless man? I pause in the alley as I consider him. He feels, well, safe? Not safe but I'm not worried about him for some reason. I feel like I should find him. Talk to him.

Who was the other woman?

Black fur. I remember it. A tree. Claws dug into the tree. Mating. It's all just flashes.

I move and my small tongue circles my bloody lips, cleaning them until my stomach growls in hunger. And then I orient myself while searching for men roughly my size. I flex my strong hands and then smile when I spot a casually dressed man walking without paying attention to his surroundings.

So much prey in the city, I think as I begin stalking the man. Jenny. I'll show her. She'll understand.
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The Gift Ch. 03[Werewolf]
The infection spreads through the castle and the princess confronts the king and queen.
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The two werewolves approached the kitchen slowly, cautiously, dropping to all fours with long ears at attention. The smaller wolf glanced at the larger until given a nod. She leapt, crashing through the kitchen door to the sounds of screams. The women inside all backed into a corner with Matilda holding a shaking spoon before her.

Ignoring the old woman, Beatrice snapped and clawed as one girl tried to run. The stricken girl screamed, spun and slammed to the ground, holding her dangling arm. She lay there, panting and trembling and groaning in pain.

Satisfied that everyone else was cowering, the young she wolf grabbed one of the maids, paw around her throat. She slashed down the girl’s tunic and then pulled her down to the ground. Slowly, she turned, lowering her ass to the girl’s face with her thighs spread. The girl turned her face and then bucked, mouth open when Beatrice licked between her thighs.

“Oh god!” The girl with the broken arm screamed. She raised her head in a silent howl as her canine teeth lengthened and fur grew along her jaw lines. Sharp claws pierced the fingertips of her broken arm and the arm itself trembled, healing with a loud popping noise. Fur pushed through the tears in the fabric and she grunted, lifting her dress with her undamaged arm. Her tongue lolled from her mouth and she panted while rubbing her bare clit in front of the terrified onlookers. Fur sprouted around her fingers, growing in a tuft to cover her sex. Her bodice bulged, the fabric snapping as her breasts grew. “The heat! Oh god! Fuck! The heat!”

With a throaty growl, the changing girl stood, catching herself on a table as her feet popped and grew. She reached for a girl and then growled as the girl pushed away. All the woman parted around the poor lone girl and the changing she wolf laughed, snatching her away. She held her, kissing her roughly while rubbing herself against the other girl’s leg.

“Please!” the girl gasped between breaths. Light black fur grew along the tips of her round ears. More hairs sprouted down her jaw and along her bare shoulders, thickening into a small mane at the back of her neck. The shewolf with the slashed arm pushed the girl down, forcing her to kneel between her legs. “Please, god, please no! Please, I- I don’t- I- I-”

As if in a daze, the kneeling girl reached arms around the wolf girl’s thighs. She moaned with cracking jaws and licked at the other girl’s swelling pussy lips.

On the ground the serving girl was wrapping her arms around Beatrice’s furry ass. She dug fingers into the girl’s hips and pulled at her tail as her own body began to change. Small teats formed and a slim body quickly turning to hardened muscle.

Agnes huffed, pleased with her little lover. She sniffed the air and padded silently down the corridor, hunting for new prey. She could hear frantic nobles yelling and sobbing further into the castle. They smelled of fear and panic and she bared her teeth in a mockery of a smile. Following their scent, she found large, ornate doors with a single guardsman posted in front.

She paused, crouching. Tensing powerful leg muscles. The man glanced away briefly and the large she wolf pounced. They crashed to the ground, sparks flying while they slid. She snapped at his face and slashed him, her claws nearly catching in his armor before parting the thin metal. He yelled and the smell of blood filled the air.

“Is- is everything okay out there?” A quivering voice asked.

The shewolf stood over the guard. He reached for his sword and then jerked, his body spasming. He tried to speak but drool escaped his lips and his jaw cracked. Long, sharp fangs tore through his gums. She sniffed at him and felt the ache deep within, still unfilled. For a moment she considered taking him but she knew it wasn’t the time.

Instead, she pushed the door and was surprised to find it unlocked and unbarred. She stepped into the room as the soldier behind her rolled to his hands and knees, straining against the changes coursing through him.

Screams filled the chamber. Lords and ladies pushed to the back of the room in a panic, trampling each other in their rush. She glanced casually about the room. Lazily strolling in with her proud tail up behind her. Nothing could stop her and she would find a mate here.

In the corner of the room, a young man was sliding his way to an ornate set of armor. His hand barely trembled as he reached for the sword in the armor’s scabbard.


She ran on all fours, tail streaming until she slammed into the young man, rolling with him. They landed in a pile and he cursed her while she ripped the clothes from his body.

A few more courageous nobles made a break for the door but a large black male werewolf stepped into the room, growling. A few fragments of armor clung to his large frame. He sniffed and then grabbed a cowering young noblewoman in a perfect white dress.

“No!” the woman’s husband yelled. The foolish man stepped forward but crumpled to the ground at a casual swipe from the werewolf.

The noblewoman screamed as the werewolf licked her from her breasts to her cheek. She turned her face and he grabbed her, turning her back. He lifted her for a kiss, forcing his tongue inside her mouth while his claws dug into her ass. Finally, he released her and she fell to her knees.

“E- Emma-” the woman’s husband gasped. He reached for her with a trembling arm and then gasped, pulling himself into a tight ball. The back of his trousers bulged and a tail slid from the band. The man grabbed his face and screamed, pulling at his pants until he was bare. His heavily veined cock throbbed above his body and it began to redden. The man stood, hunched and then stood again, scenting the air. He stalked to the back of the room. A larger, older woman shoved a petite young girl forward and the man grabbed her, nipping at her neck and breast until a chair crashed into his face. He roared, dropping the girl. Blood dripped from his mouth and it cracked, forming into the start of a muzzle.

“You fucker!” the changing man screamed, lunging at slashing at the man who hit him. He scored several hits and then roared, howling while muscles bulged and his knot formed, thick at the base of his cock. He stood, licking black lips on a shortened muzzle while he stalked over to a new woman. An older, attractive heiress found herself alone in the shift crowd. She tried to step back but her foot caught the edge of her dress and she fell backwards, catching herself with her hands. She began to wail as the half changed beast loomed before her.

The new werewolf grabbed the older woman’s hair forcing her mouth to the tip of his red cock. He growled and pushed and her jaw opened. She gagged as he forced his manhood inside her mouth. Moaning with bestial lust, he thrust, his growing tail swinging with each movement. The woman’s protestations slowly ceased and she leaned forward on her knees as her ears grew to tips and her canine teeth began to lengthen. Silver fur sprouted up from her cleavage and her bodice tightened against her chest, straining to contain her growing breasts..

With the distractions, a man in the crowd took his chance, running to his fallen wife. “Alice! Alice, are you hurt?!”

“It- it hurts,” the petite girl said, a hand to her neck. A line of blood flowed from underneath. The girl bit her lip and moaned.

“Oh my poor wife,” the man said, cradling her in his lap. “We’ll get out of this. The king is summoning the witches. They’ll be able to-”

“It hurts so much,” the woman gasped. She ran her hands through her hair, pulling at the ends. A small ring of hair lined the bite marks in her neck. “The heat, Peter, the heat and the ache and, oh god!”

“Oh darling,” the man cried. “We’ll be safe. They’ll save us, you’ll see. They’ll save us.”

Alice moaned and rolled, lifting her head in her husband’s lap. She sniffed his crotch and whined, opening her mouth to let her long, wide tongue out. “You smell so good, Peter. So fucking good. God. God, yes, the heat.”

The man’s wife grabbed his stomach and leg. She licked his crotch with small, whining moans, running her tongue over the small bulge in his trousers. She pulled at his belt, her lust fogged brain confused. The man’s wife gently bit at his cock and she moaned again, her voice far lower now. “Heat. Need. Peter. Mount. Mount me. Bitch. I’m. Your bitch. Mount me.”

Seams burst on the young noblewoman’s dress, exposing her bare body. Hard lines of muscles outlined her arms and legs and thick fur traced her spine. She pulled at her husband’s pants again and he yelled as they tore in her powerful grasp. She moved, straddling him, pressing a swollen breast into his mouth. Her hips flexed against his bare, flaccid cock. She held him in place, rocking her swollen, wet sex back and forth until he hardened. With a happy growl, she pressed down and he slipped inside. They kissed and he hissed through clenched teeth, gripping her ass. Slowly, the base of his cock swelled as skin grew up to cover it in the start of his new sheath.

Agnes held the young man on the ground, her paws on his hands and her thighs around his hips. He was naked before her and struggling uselessly. She smiled her crooked, toothy smile and licked his face. Carefully, slowly, while keeping eye contact with him, she leaned over and bit his arm until she tasted blood. She released him and he sat up, pushing himself backwards.

She lazily turned away from him, dropping to all fours. Glancing back at him, she lowered her heavy chest, her nipples brushing the cold floor. With her golden eyes still locked on his, she raised her hips and spread her thighs. The engorged black lips of her pussy, opened slightly to show pink within. She watched him.

“You sick, filthy animal,” the man said. He held his arm with his other hand and stood. Blood poured from his wound for a moment but Agnes smiled again when it stopped. She lay her forehead down on the floor and slowly began to wave her hips back and forth. “I’ll be damned if I rut with a creature like you. I’ll kill myself first.”

The man looked for a weapon from where he stood but his eyes kept straying to the she wolf before him. He cleared his throat with a heavy growl and his lips pulled back. His cock began to swell and he pushed at it while looking away. Despite his thoughts, it continued to grow until completely erect. He glanced back at her and now, without realizing, his hand was pumping his own cock. Pulling at it. Tugging at it. It began to grow again. His hand bulged to contain it and he growled once more. The rounded head of his cock pulled flat against his thickness and slowly lengthened to a point.

The curly, untrimmed pubic hair around his manhood thickened and a dark line of brown hairs grew up to his belly button. The man lifted his chin, sniffing the air. The growing hair surrounded his belly button and continued up into his chest hair. The hairs twined together until his bare chest was covered behind a heavy coat of fur.

“Rutting. With a god damned animal,” he growled, watching Agnes’ ass. Muscles bulged in his forearms. Claws pierced his finger tips, digging into the darkening pads of his palms. “Rutting and fucking. Mounting her. Mounting my bitch. Rutting. Breeding and fucking.”

With another growl, the man stepped forward. The base of his cock began to swell and the entire length of his manhood darkened to deep, glossy red. He moaned as he gripped the knot forming at the base of his changing manhood. He squeezed it and rubbed it and snarled at the heat pouring into his body. His hips cracked to free his tailbone and it pushed against his skin. Blood rushed to his cock and his knot swelled. He was panting now, his tongue drooling as it hung from his mouth from blackened lips.

She looked back at her mate to see him standing behind her. Her own wetness and heat was a pain that felt like it could never be quenched. She bowed further, pushing her ass against him and he dropped to all fours above her. Patches of his bare skin slid against her fur as he began to mindlessly thrust against her. The tip of his dick pressed against her thighs and ass before finally slipping into her velvety black pussy lips. She growled as he pushed into her. He was huge, larger than Ralf and incredibly long.

“Rutting. Mate. Breeding,” the man gasped, his mind lost in the lust and freezy. Words became impossible when his muzzle began to form. He bit her shoulder at the pain of it all and she shuddered, pushing back harder.

Beyond the two new lovers, people were screaming and howling.

A half changed man was throat fucking his wife, forcing his cock down her throat again and again while she scratched and fought with him. He laughed and howled until she began to beg him to mount her aching wet pussy. To change her more. To make her his bitch.

Beside those two, a young man was backing away from his infected fiancee. She reached for him.

“Please! Please don’t-” She groaned, hiding her hand in her armpit. He stopped backing up when he hit the wall and she kept coming. Her hand twitched and popped while it changed. She reached for him, pulling him into a hug while he tried to push away. “Please, it’s okay, I’m not- I’m- Oh. I’m not- Oh god. I’m- I’m so hot. God it feels so good. You’ll- you’ll see. You’ll see. It feels so good. So fucking good. So. Fucking. Good.”

The woman kissed her fiance, her clawed hand scratching down his back as he screamed in her mouth. She grabbed his head and pulled him down beneath her, hiking her dress up to straddle his face. Her lips turned black and her ears lengthened while she rocked her hips against his mouth.

“Fuck,” she growled, rocking back and forth. She grabbed her breast and pushed, forcing her clit against her fiance’s nose. With a sudden, happy yip, she came, spraying the man’s face and chest with her juices. She leaned forward, panting and then moaning loudly when her fiance opened his mouth to her. She whined over and over, her voice dropping with each word. “Yes, yes, yes, yes!”

Beneath her, her fiance’s pants bulged, the red tip of his cock sliding past the waist of his pants. He gripped her hips with strong hands and pushed, forcing her down towards his cock. His fiancee snarled and reared back to swipe at him with a clawed hand but he growled, twisting, grabbing the mane on the back of her neck and forcing her down to the ground.

“Yes! Like that! Fuck me! Fuck me like a bitch!” She screamed, reveling in the raw animalistic strength and passion. Her ass and hips swelled and he forced himself on her, parting her engorged pussy with the tip of his red cock. Drool dripped to her furred back with each grunting thrust.

As the changes continued, a brave cornered young man shielded his older sister from the beasts around him. A large blond male werewolf stepped away from the bitch he’d mounted and she snapped at him before bucking from a sudden orgasm. The male walked toward the young man, eyeing the girl he was hiding.

“No!” the man cried out, pushing his sister. He pointed to an armoire, knowing it was useless but without any other ideas of how to protect her. She ran, slamming the door behind her and the werewolf gave chase. The girl’s brother turned to stand in front but the werewolf simply reached out a huge, clawed fist to bat him aside. The man slid to the wall and the werewolf continued to stalk to the girl until his mate came behind him, pressing her furred breasts to his back and reaching to grab his knot.

The girl’s brother watched, sickened as the two suddenly mated in front of him, unconcerned with him or the danger he might present. Wincing, he stood and crawled to the armoire where his sister hid. He knelt in front of it, knocking on the door quietly.

“We can try the windows,” he whispered. The werewolves were distracted with each other. He glanced back at them for a moment. Watching them mate like beasts. People he’d known his entire life. Gentle people he’d grown up with. People that would be embarrassed to sneeze in front of others. Changed and mating like dogs. He licked his lips, watching them still. In public like that. Rutting. Forcing themselves on each other. Pounding into each other. Giving into carnal desires. Losing themselves in it. He’d never seen a naked woman before but now, he’d seen that and more. Watched them grow. Watched their soaking wet pussies change and swell and fold like a dog’s sex. Wet and slick and hot.

“Just open the door, Rose,” he groaned, pressing at his bulging pants. A female werewolf was mounting a male barely ten feet away. He could smell her. His nostrils flared and darkened. He could almost taste her. He growled and clawed at the door before looking back. His pants pulled painfully tight against him and his thumb flicked against the soft, red, sensitive tip sliding forth. “Open the damn door, Rose.”

“N-no!” the man’s sister yelled quietly. “I’m- I’m- not coming out until you go away.”

“Rose,” the man growled, licking his lips. His teeth felt sharp and they itched in his jaw. He undid his pants to relieve the pressure. A line of skin was growing from the base of his furred sheath. It grew up his belly, pulling his manhood against his stomach. He clawed at the door and his blackened nails cut deep furrows in the thick wood. “Rose, I can smell your sex in there. Open the door, Rose. Let me- let me take you before they do. I’m so hard. I’ll show you, Rose. I’ll- argh! Open the damn door, you fucking bitch!”

The girl’s brother slammed on the door and it splintered under his powerful strikes. Muscles bulged beneath spreading fur on his back and arms. He growled and reached in, pulling his sister from her hiding spot. She screamed and tried to crawl away from him before he fell on top of her. The young man tore his sister’s dress to expose her thin, pale back. Her moaned and licked her skin, nipping at her without drawing blood.

“No, don’t!” Rose screamed, struggling beneath him. “You’re still you, Walter! Remember! Remember me !’m- I’m your sister, Rose! Please!”

“My mate. You’re my mate,” the man growled. He thrust against her, his cock prodding her dress. It slid up against her as he moved, exposing her underclothes. The throbbing head of his dick pressed against her pussy but the white silk small clothes prevented him from entering her. His teeth found her shoulder and he bit deep, growling against her skin while he thrust.

She could feel the fur growing on his belly - felt it on her back and hated how it made her shiver and want to moan. Hated how it sent shocks of pure electricity between her thighs. Hated how good the pain of his fangs felt. Hated how he couldn’t enter her. How her mate wasn’t filling her properly. How his thick cock kept teasing her over and over without taking her. Hated the way he wasn’t grabbing and twisting and pulling at the teats forming on her belly.

Rose roared, sharp fangs bared in her still human mouth. She reached under herself, arm dragging against milk-tipped teats. She grabbed her small clothes and tore, spreading her scent to her brother. He howled triumphantly above her when his red wolf’s cock pierced her tight, pink lips. She slammed back against him, grunting and growling, turning her head to lick at her brother’s mouth in an awkward kiss as the fur growing on her back tangled with the fur along his belly. She dreamed of the pups he’d give her. Her belly full of babies, sucking on her teats-

The girl’s first orgasm forced her to her stomach. Her quivering tight pussy milked her brother’s thick cock and he bit deeper into her shoulder, grunting and sweating to contain his own release. His sister’s pussy opened to him and his knot widened her further, slipping inside just as her lips darkened and began to re-form. Her brother clawed her back again and raise his lengthening muzzle in a long, loud howl as hot jets of cum filled her.

Around them, the wolves were standing. Sated for the moment. The brother stood and the sister turned, lapping at his cock. Cleaning him before standing next to him. Fur was slowly spreading along her stomach, tickling her small teats and making her twist her thighs with renewed need.

Agnes stood in front to gather their attention. They followed her when she ran and they filled the hall and castle, spreading out to find more people. A small group of them arrived at the front gate and Agnes approached while her small pack dealt with the guards. Her mate helped her when she struggled with the enormous bar blocking the gate until, finally, they lifted it free.


Queen Margaret paced the throne room with her king. Eight of their guards, the elite of their small army, stood at attention along the hall. They drew their swords and formed a ring around the royal couple at the first heavy strike against the chamber doors.

“Where are they?!” the queen screamed. “Why aren’t they here to protect-”

Light dimmed in the center of the room. Darkness seemed attracted to it, pulling from the corners of the room until it formed a large, oval void. The center of the oval twisted and an old, hunched woman stepped out.

“You!” The queen raged. “This is all your fault! You cursed her!”

The old woman laughed and flipped her free hand. “No, I saved her. And the others won’t be coming to save you. For you see-”

With a loud ‘crack!’ the heavy door to the chamber exploded in wooden shards. A tall, powerful blonde werewolf stepped into the room, ducking her head through the door. A horde of werewolves stood behind her.

“You see,” the old woman continued. “Your daughter has breached the castle. They hold no dominion over her. Not any longer.”

The werewolf paused and growled. Her claws sunk into the solid stone next to her and she anchored herself. Her body trembled and shrunk, thick blonde fur receding back into her skin. Bones creaked and cracked and groaned until her muzzle began to resemble the princess’s beautiful face.

Princess Isabella stood naked before her parents. A pitch black male werewolf came up behind her and to her side. An honor guard. Her mate. She ran her fingers through the fur on his stomach he chuffed at her in return.

She was taller, leaner and far stronger than she’d been Her heavy breasts hung perfect and full on a wide, fit body. The black werewolf placed a momentary possessive paw on her breast before stepping back.

“Princess,” the old woman said with a small bow.

“Isabella!” Queen Margaret exclaimed. She rushed forward but stopped behind her guard. “Move!”

“No, highness,” the commander said.

Princess Isabella smiled, showing small, sharp fangs. “They have the right of it, mother.”

“Would you kill us, then?” the king asked.

“No, father,” the princess answered. “No, I wouldn’t kill you. But, you aren’t wolves. You could never be a proper wolf. You bartered away our kingdom blindly and, in the end, tried to sell me off to a foreign prince to buy a few more years of peace. Both of you. You aren’t fit for ruling and you aren’t fit to join me.”

The princess turned to the old woman. “Grandmother? Would you, please? One more favor?”

The old woman smiled. “No favor this. Pure pleasure.”

Power filled the air. The wolves growled uneasily behind Isabella but settled at her signal. The king and queen hugged each other, unsure of what was happening. The royal couple begin to sweat profusely while their guard glanced nervously at each other.

“What do you intend?” the king asked. He hooked a finger beneath his collar, pulling at it to allow air inside. His cheeks began to swell, slowly, and his jaw pushed forward.

“John!” the queen exclaimed, falling to her hands and knees. She rolled to her back and kicked, pulling at her purple and gold dress. It bulged over her swelling stomach and she tore at it frantically until the growth of her body simply tore the overly tight dress down the side. Her white under clothes were stained with sweat and they too strained under her growth. Her sagging breasts pressed against the fabric and the buttons popped, exposing her chest. The breasts sagged no more as the skin tightened and they became bloated, larger and larger until they were full and heavy on her body. Her large, dark nipples elongated, doubling and tripling in length until the dangled from her chest. “What are you doing to reeeeeeee!”

The queen clasped hands to her mouth at the loud squeal that escaped. Her large belly was full and rounded. Light patches of short white and brown hair was sprouting from her back and sides. Her ears grew longer until they flopped over and she rolled awkwardly to her distended belly.

With wide, horrified eyes, the king watched the changes unfold. His face continued to lengthen and his nose pulled flat and round on his swollen cheeks. He fell to knees, yanking at his robe as his own body changed.

A sword clanged to the ground in front of him. The commander of the guards twirled in place, slapping at his arm, chest and neck. Small black holes opened along his neck and shoulders. Long, black wet feathers slid from the holes in his skin. He danced around, plucking at one and screaming at the pain of it. More grew forth, faster and faster and he began to remove his armor and clothes, throwing them aside as he frantically stripped.

“I can’t stop it!” He cried out. He pulled and plucked at his feathers until the pain grew too much. The man’s mouth bulged forward, the skin hardening into a glossy beak that clacked loudly while he spoke. Pure, inky blackness flooded the man’s eyes and he flapped his arms to steady himself on unsteady feet. “I can’t- I caaaaaawww! Caaaaw!”

The men around their commander yelled in revulsion and scattered. Princess Isabella watched them with amusement, noting how easily they broke. More of her wolves stepped into the room, cutting off the soldier’s retreat. And yet, there was no need as, one by one, they fell to the ground, screams turning to the loud cries of the ravens they were becoming.

One soldier crawled to Isabella. The long, wet feathers lining his arms dragging on the flagstones. He reached for the princess’s leg but stopped at a growl from the black werewolf by her side. Naked but for his tattered hose and linen leggings, he begged incoherently for her to help him. A massive lump formed on the soldier’s lower back. He reached for it and his huge wings stirred the air. The man paused, tilting his head to look at the glossy feathers drying on his body. He looked back up at the princess with his strange, black eyes and blinked.

With a single, graceful movement, the man lifted both arms. Thick, ropy muscles bulged beneath the feathers coating his back. He flapped his wings and Isabella turned her face away from the powerful gust of wind he caused. The soldier lifted into the air and then settled on his feet before Isabella. He cocked his head again and then tilted his wings before sketching an awkward bow. Around the room, the other raven men bowed before her, some toppling forward when their toes began to lengthen and change.

The young princess strode forward towards her parents. Her father sat against his throne. His eyes were unfocused, set deep within his snout. He picked at two fused fingers on his right hand, mindlessly trying to separate them over and over. They shortened while he plucked at them and he grunted when a third finger merged. His nails grew thick and strong and he held it up to his daughter.

“Reeee?” the old man grunted. He began to fall but Isabella caught him and gently laid him on his side. His wife, the queen, stood on four short legs nearby. She walked to her husband and thrust her nose at him, sniffing and grunting while the old man’s belly expanded.

“What will you do now?” the old witch asked behind the princess.

Werewolves flooded the room, snapping and growling at the changed royal guard. The former guardsmen ignored the wolves. On silent black wings that seemed to drink of the light, they flew to higher ground to observe and wait for the princess’s orders.

“The neighboring kingdom was so kind to send their son to wed me,” the princess mused. She turned and sat on the throne, pushing her father gently with her foot when he nosed too close to her. Her mate climbed the steps to stand beside the throne. “They were eager to gain a foothold in my father’s kingdom. I’d say that, come night, it’s time to return the favor.”

The old woman nodded several times. “Your godmothers will intervene. Not directly against you, no, they cannot. But they will try to stop you.”

“Well,” the princess said. She smiled, showing her teeth. Her sharp little canines were lengthening as fur began to sprout along her body. “Then I shall make good use of the gifts they bestowed upon me on my birth.”

She stood, still changing. Her jaw cracked and she snarled. “All of them.”

Howls filled the chamber. Distant pack members, some in the middle of their first transformation, tentatively picked up the cry until it filled the city.


Three women sat in a semi-circle before a roaring fire, staring into the flames. The youngest of them wept silently. The air shimmered and wavered above the logs as if the intense heat was tearing a hole in the fabric of reality itself.

“We must ask his help,” the oldest of them said.

A log split, shifting on the pile and spitting tiny embers. For a moment, the image of a mountain was visible above the fire. It was snow-capped and alone, far taller than the surrounding peaks. A gigantic cave opened near the summit and it glowed with a soft light. The image faded as quickly as it appeared.

“The cost is too high,” the middle woman croaked. She reached for a nearby cup with trembling fingers. “We cannot.”

“I’ll-” the youngest spoke. She sniffed and wiped tears from the corner of her eyes. “I’ll speak to him.”

The oldest woman nodded. “Gods be with ye. I’m sorry.”

A low, moaning wind twisted and flattened the fire until it licked the rocks surrounding it. The two old women sat alone, watching it in silence as the full moon rose overhead.
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Just a short little sweet story between a werewolf and her girlfriend.
I should've known what was happening when she started getting more clingy earlier in the afternoon. But, I was distracted. She followed me around, just talking and rubbing her arms and keeping me company. Eventually we wound up on the couch where she pressed herself against me while I watched videos on my phone. Again, I should've noticed when she didn't take out her own phone and, instead, lay her head against my shoulder with her hand resting on my thigh. I turned to kiss the top of her hair and shivered when the sharper ends of her pixie cut brushed against my neck.

She gasped and leaned harder, shoving me slightly. Her fingers clenched against my thigh. Nails into my bare legs. I felt the pinch just as I glanced down out of concern. I could see them bulging, bending backwards as black claws pierced the flesh beneath to curl out. She snatched her hand away with a stuttering 'S- sorrrry' the spoken word dragging out into a quiet growl. I saw dark black hairs sliding through the skin of her forearm and back of her hand before she hid it away.

Again, I should've recognized the signs. She was burning against me. She whimpered and turned, pressing her face into the curve of my neck. Trying to crawl into my skin to get even closer. Her breath puffed against me. Panting now. She whimpered again and licked me - a sure sign of her changes, something she never did when human. Her little tongue dragged against the bottom of my jaw and up before she whimpered once more. 'Help me undress. I- I can't- the claws.'

'I'm sorry, babe,' I tell her while kissing her forehead. She was clammy and shivering so I worked quickly, taking the bottom of the shirt while she raised her arms. This close to her, I could feel her joints popping and she moaned, biting at her lip. Indentations appeared in the soft skin when her canines slowly lengthened and the premolars flowed into fangs. Her upper lip pulled back while her jaw clicked and pushed forward slightly. She licked my cheek when I leaned forward to pull her shirt off and then stuttered out another apology. Hairs lined her jaw and her eyes were turning the color of amber, dark and beautiful. She was panting again with her tongue out and her brow furrowed, breathing through her widening nose against the pain.

I could see thick fur growing from the nape of her neck. Her spine pressed against her back, forcing her forward while she pawed at her pants. Sweat coursed over her back before fur grew to trap it. I knelt before her and she pushed herself up on trembling hands while I pulled at her leggings. Her knuckles were swollen and the padding bulged along her palm and her fingers. Her claws marked the couch but it was old anyway.

Curly black fur marked the center of her belly and chest, matted by sweat. She reached a paw out to touch my head carefully, apologizing once more. Her claws scratched me but she was gentle. 'L- love y- you.' I took her wrist, turning it to kiss the soft, black padding over her palms before bending to slide her pants free. Her pubic hair was a wild tangle that spread out to her hips and around.

'S- s- sorry,' she growled, wiping drool from her dark lips. She grunted. Her face cracked, stretching forward. 'Words. Can't.' I reached up to stroke her face and she nuzzled into my hand. Her ears slid against her short hair when they lengthened and stretched, curves growing to points while flesh grew up, sheathing the ears to thicken them. They flexed and twitched when the silky wispy hairs covering the backs latched onto her own hair.

Her thighs bulged. Hard lines of muscle showing incredible definition just as black fur pierced her skin, stubble that covered her thighs before spreading down to her shin. Her breathing was ragged and deep. She bent, licking my hair with her broad tongue. 'L- luh- love-' she tried to say before growling loudly. Her hips cracked, widening while her tail formed, pushing against flesh to curl, hairless for the moment. 'It's okay, babe,' I whisper. 'It's okay. I'm here.' Stroking her legs as the hair thickens into true fur, hiding her skin. Her calves bulged, flaring while fur grew to cover her. I reached down when her toes curled, massaging her arches and forefeet. Loose skin greeted my fingers. She growled but bent forward again to rub her cheek against my head, showing her appreciation. The skin over her forefeet was filling out, fatty tissue pushing into the skin to make her paws. I worked her toes next to help and, like her fingers, the knuckles were swollen and hot from the claws taking root. Her tail slowly brushed the back of the couch as it groaned from her increasing weight.

She slid from the couch to kneel next to me with her hands before her. Her furred knees spread slowly on the hardwood while her tail brushed the floor. Although the changes were stopping, she whined quietly. I undressed myself, wiggling out of my clothes to lay them in a pile with hers. And then I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her down, twisting to press my back into her chest. Her thick belly fur covered my small back while she cradled me, reaching a massive, muscular arm to carefully circle my breast with her broad paw. She dwarfed me and I could feel the tips of her claws but her tongue lashed out, licking my neck and shoulder several times before she bent her long forehead against my head. Her tail thumped slowly into the ground.

I knew she would need to eat soon. She would vanish, as always, into the forest nearby and I would stay awake as best as I could to wait for her, worrying over her safety even though I knew nothing could hurt her. And she would crawl into bed, exhausted and struggling while her body twisted and reshaped once more. But, for now, she needed the comfort of my body and I gladly accepted for as long as she'd allow it. 'I love you,' I whispered, wondering, not for the first time, when I would work up the courage to join her.
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