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Perrodite squeezed the trigger. Her bolt whistled out of its groove and, in a blink, struck the deer true in its ribs. Her bone knife out, she catapulted off the branch and quickly ended its life before his chance to suffer. Effortlessly the tip parted the skin, and the deer fell limp under her foot. A clean kill. And a hot meal before sundown. Perhaps their last sundown.

"You did it!" Frana jumped from the shrubs, hands up in the air. An orange cat girl wearing an outfit that Perrodite wouldn't approve of for a hunter. Let alone camping out here. She was wearing a very outlandish hat with a pointed top, a violet dress that would have been more appropriate for a bar maiden, shoes that raise one's heels to uncomfortable heights, and black stockings that did not seem to be made for battle.

"Go away," Perrodite said for the hundredth time. The green lizard girl brandished a coil of vines and bound the fallen deer's hooves together. Her voice was raspy from all the effort she wasted just trying to be left alone. Fran was incredibly persistent.

"Hey come on," Frana snapped, walking up to her. "We need to stick together before the sun sets. You know what will happen if-"

"And like I told you before, I am already expecting someone else. Also should you not be out here in the middle of the forest without a weapon?" She slung the carcass over her shoulder and started her way to camp. The skies started to darken into a pink sea twilight with the remnants of afternoon shattering to dust. It would be pitch black here unless she starts a fire soon. She started to worry about her companion. The one who forced her into this nonsense about a mansion. But this companion had an interesting choice of words. And it was not like Perrodite could refuse her anyways. The last thing she expected though was to run into another unfortunate soul who would be lost to the spirits of the forest. Or some killer on the loose. She couldn't care less about the rumours. And like a damn fly, she clung onto her.

"Umm... this is my weapon," Frana showed a stick in her hand. A branch. No longer than her forearm. Perrodite knew they were commonly used as catalysts for magic. But among her tribe, those who required a catalyst to cast magic are said to still be in training. The sticks, or wands they were sometimes called, were not considered a 'weapon', but more of an aid for when they could cast magic from just their hands. Perrodite shook her head. Even if this woman's magic is different, what good would she be without her wand? What spells does she even know?

Perrodite sighed, her feet finding the familiar meadow a more comfortable place to stand on, away from the rocks and tree roots protruding from the ground. Large stones with flat surfaces laid around in the centre with an old firepit in its centre. Perrodite had gathered enough firewood for the night. At least before sleeping. Her companion had yet to turn up, but she figured to light the fire soon as a beacon.

"Speaking of, you never told me who this friend of yours is. Are you sure she will come?" Frana asked timidly, sitting on one of the stones.

"It will be unlike her to abandon me here." Perrodite dropped the deer beside the pit, before tossing the firewood into it. The catgirl immediately jumped beside and helped. Perrodite cast a sideways glance to her. She noticed, her hazel eyes staring back with a slight shock. Then relaxed to a smile, before adding more wood to the pit. "You're just doing this for dinner, right?"

Frana squealed and flailed her palms. "Uh no no no! I just... you know... I just thought we could be friends. You, me and..." her stomach growled, a groan even loader than her mouth. She blinked, then scratched the back of her head. "Yeah..." Something must have clicked in her head then, that she held her hands forward in fists. "Oh right! You need fire right? I know a spell for fire." Before Perrodite could respond, Frana had already pulled out her spell tome. It wasn't a very thick book. With a quick judgement from the intricate grooves and patterns on the cover, with musty and uneven pages inside, Perrodite could deduce she had stolen it from an archives and she is rather hopeless if she had to rely on that fragile thing.

Perrodite made a decent woodpile for the fire. She had her own flint, but this was slightly more amusing. It had gotten dark that the fur on the deer almost matched the colour of the fading grass. She needed the fire to carve off the pelt before she could cook the carcass. The wind was more hostile. The gentle breeze biting deeper to her bones, and freezing her already cold blood. Frana mumbled to herself, flicking through the pages and squinting at the runes. Perhaps if she thought about reading to sooner, she wouldn't have struggled this hard. Perrodite shook her head and readied her flints over the pit.

"I got it! Pyramegolo!" The wood exploded in Perrodite's eyes and she jumped back with a grunt. It had flashed a bright and hot light into them, stinging them like they had been touched. "Sorry! I'm sorry!" Frana rested her hand on Perrodite's shoulder, the latter still rubbing her watering eyes. "I-I should have warned you first. Gods, please tell me you are alright. Wait. Healing spell!"

"No, enough," Perrodite snapped. Blinking several times, her eyes grew tender to the outside. And she squeezed them shut briefly. Not that she could see anything but a world blanketed in blurring white mess. At least she could still see. If only just. "Just let me rest my eyes." She reached for and pulled herself back onto the nearby stone. In slow waves they flared, making her tense up to hold back the growls. At least she could feel the light and warmth coming from the pit.

Frana stuttered, then affirmed with a hum. She shuffled somewhere next to Perrodite. Probably sitting next to her. A clumsy magician who had her uses, Perrodite thought. Never had she thought she would be in a situation to rely on the help of a stranger. Would that mean Perrodite had no choice but to let Frana join her in this nuisance of a 'mission'? The more the merrier perhaps. Then the silence broke with another growl.

"Here," Perrodite took out her bone dagger and laid it somewhere towards her on the stone. "Make yourself useful to a woman you just crippled. Carve out the skin. Its back is the most delicious. Start there if you want. Don't care about the pelt. But no magic!" She listened, but only the wind responded. Her blade seemed to move on its own, the tip raking over the runes carved on the flat surface of the stone. Then silence returned.

"Umm... I've never used this before."

"Just make a cut, pull the skin and peel it off the meat." She reached somewhere behind her, hand fumbling over a pile of her belongings. Until her palms rested on the soft furcoat, and she pulled it over her freezing scales. She curled her feet, knees to her chin, until all but her head is under the growing warmth. Her eyes started to settle, but still difficult to pry them open.

The fire crackled and snapped, licking at her snout with every breeze towards her. Beside her, Frana sliced at something, the hollow whistle of the singing edge meeting flesh that submitted to its presence. Within her personal darkness, memories stirred awake. Flashes of her past, quickening her heart and heightening terror. There she stood, a proud warrior in her leather armour. Bathed in blood and sweat, rushing into a desert tribe with her comrades. Every building, every flag, lit aflame as the gods of destruction descended upon this home. Her commanders screamed in her ears. An order to execute. A blade to sever their spirit from their eyes. No time for goodbyes. No time for mourning. A warrior's heart. A steel mind. And a broken soul. Another image. Her bone dagger settled in between her hands. Facing down. Dripping with blood of her master. The same blade that carved an eternity of shame on her, and saw her exile. A moment of bliss, release and freedom from his blackened chains. Was it all worth it?

"Here."

Briefly she saw Frana with a large bark. Something brown and smelling delicious struck from its centre.

"T-That was quick!" Perrodite said, hands slowly reaching in the dark for the plate.

"Oh! Thank you," she replied. "How're your eyes?"

She forced them open halfway. They stung again, but she could keep them open for a few seconds before needing to blink hard. "I'm fine." With difficulty, she stared at the skies. Blackened leaves rung around the clear skies, still a tinge of blue before the sun would descend beyond. Still no sight of her.

"It's nearly time!" Frana said, her eyes wide and glittering before the firelight. Her sight up towards the hill that stood above the trees. Closer towards the setting sun, the two gazed at the perfectly round mound from some distance. The girl noisily chomped up the deer part and stood on top of the stone, standing as high as she could.

"What are you hoping to achieve?" Perrodite asked, slowly eating her fill. She choked on bits of scattered fur, and picked them out of her fangs in annoyance. Looking at the deer, it looked like its back had exploded. A mess of skin, meat pieces and sinew scattered about. The pelt couldn't even be preserved for any use. Perrodite recovered her dagger and started to turn to her with all the quiet.

"Well, I could ask you the same thing." Frana placed her clawed hands on her hips, looking down on her. "If you think we are all so very dumb coming out here and risking our lives, why didn't you just say no to your friend? Also why do you criticise what I'm wearing when you should look at yourself? Skimpy!"

Perrodite stiffened, her cheeks reddening before looking away. She wasn't wearing even her warrior gear, not that she could recover it from her tribe. All the clothing she took was what she wore at that time. A loincloth, and a strap to cover her lumps with. She didn't know how to make clothes, hence the pelt draped over her that also served as a blanket. She sighed loudly. "It's not like I have a choice."

Frana flicked her ears and tilted her head. A cry from a distance interrupted her, and Perrodite swung her head towards its direction. A long, elongated cry that ended rather quickly. Then it happened again. It was a howl of a wolf. Frana freaked and stepped off the stone, clutching her wand.

Perrodite slowly reached for her crossbow, staring deep into the maw of pitch black walled with trees. She frowned. "We got company."

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"Hello?" Rebene called out.

The forest absorbed her cries with only the distant howling to answer back to the cat girl. She held her torch higher, lightening the trees and the flickering shadows they hid. Her purple and blue fur glistened, under its radiance but were too short to fight off the cold. Holding her coat closer, she pushed on, fangs tightening in frustration. How long had she been wandering in this forest? She shouldn't have went this late, the obscure path now invisible within this creeping darkness. Let alone, be out here by herself. Rebene should have gone with the group. She expected to have bumped into a few in the forest before nightfall.

Her walks broke into a powerwalk. The howling grew louder. She spun around once, looked left and right, sparing no second to investigate before continuing her way. It was too late to go back. The wolves were howling behind her, she was sure. Or was it towards where she was going? A symphony of them broke out from the darkness. Her heart raced, prompting her to run. Free hand slashing at the shrubs and branches, the wind brushed across her ears. The hill. It should be this way. She was sure after seeing it from a small opening in the canopies. It got harder to breathe. Her chest tightening even further with every howl she heard. Then there was growling.

"Help!" She screamed. "Somebody!" Rebene tripped on a root, and she brought her hands before an approaching trunk. Her cheek flared, a deep bruise throbbing within her snout, until her back met with the dead leaves and branches with a crunch.

Then it was silent. Not even the wind blew. No more wolves in the background. Her torch fell beside her. Like the demon of glutton, the flame rose and reached for the leaves. Rebene's eyes shot wide, and immediately grabbed the torch stick. She kicked the leaves and stomped on the flame. With her bare feet, they burned without dying down. Rebene stepped back, hopping and rubbing her soles. Immediately it rose up to her height, whipping at the trees and catching them alight. The ground charred black from where it touched, and she backed even further. Staring in defeat, she turned and run. Guilt gripped the bottom of her heart. Thoughts rushed into her head. A forest fire spreading, destroying this environment, forcing the nearby town to run.

Trees roared around her, like nature's scream. Behind her risen the flaming beast that lit her peripheral vision in intense red and yellow. She could see what was before her, but who would help her get rid of the fire in the dark? She cast a quick glimpse behind her. After passing a few more trees, the fire turned into what was like a distant glow. She slowed to a walk, still looking back every now and then. Rebene huffed, a hand on her knees but securing the torch on another. Strange. She expected herself to be caught in its blaze, if not close behind her. The trees continued to sway and dance around the light, not getting any bigger or closer. In fact, it looked to be shrinking. Somehow the crooked shapes of tree trunks appearing more sinister than the fire itself.

Something thudded behind her.

Rebene turned to a large figure, standing high above her. A fur of black and white, heavily grown and dishevelled like a warm pelt. But behind them, hid large and bulging muscles. Its arms ended in large hands, black nails long and sharp on the tips. This beast sniffed, wearing the head of a wolf. Its glowing yellow eyes glared back at her, fangs beared and trembling with a growl. Rebene stiffened. Blood drained from her head and she fell to her haunches. Werewolf!

It growled a warning before she could scream. Then leaned his snout forward, sniffing her. First near her head. Then her shirt. And then between her legs. It sniffed harder and longer, closer to her pants. Rebene held back a whimper. It smiled at her, the light from her touch revealing a huge canine shaft and knot. All out and oozing.

"No!" Rebene pulled both hindpaws back and double-kicked him in the stomach. He lunged with a claw, clinging to her, but her legs then landed true. Taking his snarl as a sign, she immediately rolled to her feet and dashed. Her clothing tore from his claws, and she felt the cold flowing down her thighs. She didn't care. She needed to get away! Away from him. Didn't have to be any direction. She just needed to get away from him! To her horror, he howled. She could almost feel it punching deep into her heart, stopping it briefly. "Help me! H-" She blinked. To her surprise, there was light further on. Much like the fire she lit on accident, but dimmer. It was a meadow, and like a breath of fresh air as she jumped past the last set of trees to the greater space. In the centre of it, she saw a number of stones either lying flat or stood upright, with a lit firepit. Through the dying light of the sky, she saw silhouettes sitting and standing near it.

"H-Hey!" She waved. A burst of energy flushed through her legs, and she broke towards them. They stopped what they were doing and turned. Not a wave or anything. They looked like dog-kin of sorts. Naked? Fur matted in colours of brown, white, black... and the familiar gold eyes of the night. Rebene slowed to a stop, just as she was about to faint. They looked at her inquisitively, then they growled. She stared at the deer they feasted on, a mess of blood and bones, its life dripping from their fangs and claws as they approached her with a prowl. On all fours with their longer arms. She backed away, hands to her mouth.

Until she bumped onto something soft behind her. A growl above her, and she looked up at her pursuing werewolf. Something hard patted on her back with a throb. She shivered, knowing what it was, but her body refused to move. His padded hands reached and grabbed her head, fitting her face in his palms. Instinctively, Rebene screamed. As much as her muffled voice could travel. She reached for the hand, until his other arm came forward and wrapped around both her arms. Rebene forced another scream, squirming left and right. But how could she overpower these strong arms? Standing in between her and the firepit, were a number of werewolves, all of them varying in their fur colour and their genitalia. Around half of them had the large red canine cocks. The others were females with the same lust in their eyes towards her, three pairs of breasts bouncing with every heavy step towards her. They looked like they had been in a fight, with pieces of wood sticking out of non-fatal areas - the floor was littered with bolts. As they moved closer, surrounding her, something didn't feel right with any of them. With her keen eyes, she saw receded barbs on some of these penises, that the breasts below the top pair were smaller. Some had longer toes, and some looked like they used to have hooves. Their snouts varied as well, long and short, some having long and short hair, braided and non-braided, so much that they did not seem to be from the same species. She pieced them together. Before she could come up with anything, a female squeezed one of her breasts.

Rebene squealed, her legs lifting up to kick at nothing. Two males grabbed at her feet, their grips tight and unyielding to her tugs. Her body jolted and she squealed again, the female running a claw over her breast and shredding off her clothing. Right down to her mound. Another female stepped on the other side and they both clawed at her fabric. Ribbons of silk and cotton floated to the ground, removing her protection from the cold. The two males removed her shoes, completing her nudity.

Rebene blushed, the warmth in her cheek fighting with the cold that was the rest of her body. She tried to speak, but the werewolf refused to release her mouth. Something hot prodded her tailhole. Her eyes shot wide, another muffled scream through his claw, as the werewolf behind her murred and pushed. Her eyes went wider the further her anus parted. It felt slimy, slipping into the catgirl despite her resistance. Oh god, she could feel it spreading her tender rectum. Slipping so deep. Her body struggled, but again, they held her tight. Forcing her to accept the werewolf down to his knot. She quivered, ready for it to pop inside her. But instead, he pulled away, the rim of her hole tingling from the stroke, before he re-entered her. Faster, but still humiliating.

Please, she begged in her mind. A strange tingle shot up her leg, her footpaw pressing against another male's rod. Or rather he forced it, closing her foot and sandwiching it between his cock and his hand. He snapped a growl when she tried to pull away, a threat enough to stop her and let him stroke himself with her paw. The other male with her leg did the same, forcing his member to slide between her toes. Rebene whimpered, looking away with a blush. This is wrong. This is all wrong. Yet something about having a hot pulsing rod on her feet, stroking it back and forth, exhilarated her. Not helped that another decided to mate her tailhole. They panted like dogs in her ears, the rest growling lowly. Not with a threat. But with arousal.

The two females that stripped her, smiled, showing their fearful grin towards her, before reaching down and lapping her breasts. One of them held her claw in a pistol like position, index and middle finger out. Rebene noticed too late it was aiming right between her legs, and screamed when her vent was forced apart by the furred talons. In and out. In and out. She rested her claw right on her groin, gazing at her as she fingered the catgirl. Faster and without mercy. All the while licking over her nips like her sister. Rebene squeezed her eyes shut, suppressing herself from giving them what they wanted. Oh but these girls were so good at what they were doing. Her breasts lathered in layer after layer of their saliva, their tongues swirling and licking every sensitive nerve, the way they looked at her as they do, and the way they fondled their breasts with their free hands.

Then the werewolf behind her pumped faster. Rebene mumbled and winced. It started to burn, but not unpleasantly. Another male sat in between her legs and flattened his tongue over her labia. His tongue lapped her before her lips could fully flare from his touch. And it spiked to her head. Another attempted scream. She clenched her feet, pinching the werewolf members, before arching her back. Her flame poured out of her in a stream of her squirt, her sex quivering and clenching over the still thrusting fingers. The female withdrew her hand and casually licked the fluids off them. Her tongue snaked around each and every one, slurping every fluid and ensuring Rebene saw every motion of it. Without any fingers in the way, the tongue rolled over her entire sex unopposed, grazing her clit with every quick lick. As if she is a fountain to drink from. Just as she thought this, the member pushed up her hole with full force. Rebene doubled over, clenching her teeth. Her sphincter pulled apart. Even further than she had ever felt. For a split second, before the knot slid into her with a pop. The girl forced another muffled cry. If he hadn't gagged her, she would have moaned. But the werewolf uttered a long howl for her. One so close to her ears it was all she heard. The final moments. In terrifying detail, she felt it all. The pulsing knot. The swelling shaft. Its bulging veins massaging her walls. Until a fountain of his seed erupted inside and flooded her gut. Throb after throb. Every hose of cum even greater than before, seeping deeper within her. Oh the pressure was like a water hose stuck inside her, giving her an enema. She didn't notice her constant squeezing, until both males also howled and splashed her soles in the slick musk. They squirted and dirtied between her toes, trickled down her pads and covered her whole foot in white. And the gushes only just started getting stronger! They slipped past her toes, got onto her legs and even up to her thighs. The three wolves howled again. Like a command, their members gushed cuploads of their semen in every throb. Rebene closed her eyes. Still bound as she was, forced to feel every one of them inside and out.

After what felt like a minute has passed, the orgasms finally petered. With what little light left, she looked at what remained of her fur, her beautiful sheen matted with the thick globs of putrid wolf cum. Oh how they still scorched with lust, like a heater inside her and all over her feet. They suddenly dropped her onto the bed of grass and shredded clothing, and she laid there, panting. She must have been struggling so hard. Her muscles ached and wouldn't move. In fact she almost wanted to fall asleep. She hissed when the knot jerked and yanked out of her with a loud squelch. Her ass flared from the ordeal. Like an uncontrolled bowel motion, Rebene pushed the seed out. It really felt like she was shoved with a hose, the cum flooding out like a tap. She smelt something sweet above her. And turned to meet a vulva pressing against her lips. "N-No-mmmph!" The female grabbed the back of her head and shoved her up into her wet snatch. Oh it smelled right on the first breath, penetrating and burning into her nose her pheromones. She tried to turn away, only for the female to close her thighs on her cheeks and growled, bearing the claws of her free hand towards her. Her snout wrinkled in the anger, unrelenting, her claws inching closer to her eyes. Rebene closed her eyes, another squeal leaving her as she planted the thought of what she wanted from the catgirl. She quickly stuck her tongue out. The slime of her vent immediately stuck to her tastebuds and she almost retched. But it pleased the werewolf that she backed away her threat, a sinister grin returned to her shock, and she pressed Rebene harder up her snatch.

Another grabbed and lifted her foot high, the werewolf seed that coloured it shown to all. They still tingled against her like warm soup splashed over her leg, almost stinging. Then a wet touch against her vagina startled her. Hot. Wet. Bumpy. And smearing against her. Kissing her. It felt just like the vulva she is tasting! Another female was scissoring her. Oh she could feel just how perked up that hidden female was. From the first few grinds, she could feel the slimy touch and tug of their juices connecting. Then the chilly sting when some oozed inside her. Rebene grabbed fistfuls of grass, pressing her tongue harder at the demanding female, and whimpered when tiny streams of her fluids gushed into her mouth. She tensed, body instinctively reacting to the intense taste of canine juice. Her tongue wanted to curl to the back of her throat, the nectar tainted with a powerful scent of wolf that somewhat disgusted her. On swallowing, her body flushed with hot and cold, then with mild stomach discomfort. How could werewolves be attracted to this scent? She could only guess it was something felines like herself wouldn't understand. Rebene almost couldn't contain herself. On her next swallow, her throat acted up and she almost vomited. Thankfully the female didn't see her. Instead she was busy raising her head high, murring. From having a cat lick her cunny, and a pair of large claws squeezing her breasts from behind. Another male sat on top of Rebene, behind this female, and lapped the latter's neck lovingly. She turned to the male with bedroom eyes and proceeded to make out, right on top of the catgirl. At the same time, Rebene felt something resting in between her breasts, sliding forward and back. Looming from behind those thighs, were a pair of feet, bobbing in rhythm with the vulva brushing her vent. And they disappeared again, until Rebene felt them against her breasts and squishing them towards the thrusting member!

Rebene fiercely resisted, her muffled calls louder, but none of the werewolves cared. The paws crawled and scrunched at the surface of her mammaries, inching closer and closer... until a firm squeeze over her nipples. The pleasure was unbearable. Both her plump boobs and vent surged deeper into her body--to her very soul. Everything inside her was burning. Hotter. Spreading. Wanting to burst out of her chest. Out of her groin. Her mouth. Her feet. Everywhere! Squealing at a higher pitch, she grabbed at those paws on her breasts. She wasn't sure if that was mercy or lust she was uttering. But those feet had a firm hold. They pinched her nipples in between their toes as punishment and Rebene gasped, also sucking up another trickle of femfluids down her gullet. Its taste more tolerable, flavour still just as intense that it hit her nose. Still couldn't land a finger on what it was, but it drove her hand to rub over her clit. It felt so good.

Her hand then rubbed over something sensitive. Something she never knew she had. Her vent was a lot more puffy, walls swollen and wet. And her clit had elongated. It almost felt like there were three lips. Almost like...

In synchrony, both females yowled their claim over her. First, femcum forced into her sex, hitting even against her cervix and splashing it with werewolf pheromones. Then it felt like a steady stream. Rebene closed her eyes, knowing exactly how the squirting felt as the other female orgasmed over her tongue. There was no escaping its taste, and very quickly her whole mouth reeked of her fluids. Filled with it. Overflowing. She choked but the werewolf held her firm, a more powerful release yet to come as her howls grew intense. Oh there was so much! She wanted it to stop. She wanted to stop drinking her. But there was no getting away. Her sex soon leaked the canine fluids, as much as the tribbing wolf put into her. Rebene's innards tingled with a cold chill. As much as her mouth. Like she had chewed a lot of mint. At least it would numb the sensations and the humiliation. Or so she had thought, before they heat up again, her nerves firing several times greater with each splash. No amount of her clenching would stop it. And it sent her over once again, her pathetic juices overwhelmed in comparison to the much greater and longer peak the female gushed into her. Another howl, and something hot splashed under her neck. The male's shaft shifted and swelled in her cleavage, a painful reminder that she made a werewolf came on her. He was just as productive, pouring gallons of his load all over her upper chest, every spurt felt on her neck when he emptied his contents.

Finally all three stepped off her, joining with the ring of werewolves standing around her. Others yet to have their turns with her had been stroking and fingering themselves watching. With two already erupting onto her arms and face. The musk was worse than the females. Thick globs clung and radiated foul warmth all over her like what they did to her legs and tailhole. Some landed on her tightly clenched lips. Yet she could just feel it against her tongue like salt tingling on the tip of it. She turned away after a glimpse of her body. If she had been what she was an hour ago, she would have broken down into tears at the horror. Of her beauty tarnished in every inch with werewolf seed. But this time she was... unsure. What they did was fresh in her mind still. Against her soul. Like at some point in some other time, they were still mating her. She rubbed her drenched vent again, rewarded with a sudden tense. It confirmed what was happening, feeling every crevice of a vulva she developed. Her feet had grown longer and thicker black fur, the sleek paws she once had became bulkier, her nails forced out as cruel black than the usual white.

"What... is happening...?" She growled. No, she was trying to hiss! Another wave of bliss struck her vulva. Her insides burned. Her skin burned. Again, there was no pain. She just felt something inside her, awakening. Like throughout her life it was asleep, and at this moment, ready to burst from her body. "S-So..." another male loomed. One of those that took her feet, she recalled. He picked her up by the shoulders. Rebene was too dazed to know what was happening. All she could think about was her new sex. How she was changing from their cum. How she wanted more. So much more. She wanted to be complete. She wanted to become them. She wanted to-

His member speared into her tailhole, still lathered from the previous rutting. They were going to fill her again! She had to get away. But why? She couldn't remember anymore. She wanted their dicks in her once again. Yes. Why would she run away if it didn't make sense? A new male stepped in front of her. His shaft longer, knot greater, all full of dormant seed. There was no affection in those eyes that gleamed under the now moonlit sky. Time was lost to her long ago, but she was focused on those eyes. They were hungry. Gluttonous. Brimmed with lust. And she was just his object to satiate them. He laid on the ground, his lance throbbing with life before her. Rebene didn't need any further coaxing. Clenching her tailhole and taking the male with her, she positioned herself right over him. Her hands spread apart her vulva, having also taken the yearning for penetration from the female before. Some part of her mind kept telling her this was wrong, but it was more like an annoying fly at this point. She hadn't had a member in her sex for so long now, and to deny her such bliss would tear her apart. Slowly she bent her knees, and lulled her tongue the moment his tip spread her lips. Her mind burst. And she sunk faster. Yes! Finally. She held back the contained euphoria. Just until she got to his knot. Then it exploded like a damn and her entire innards folded over the intrusion with a tight grip. The male secured her by holding her thighs down, and instinctively Rebene bobbed up and down.

"Ahh... yes! More! More!" She screamed. Another male loomed over her, and she realised too late before his rod slipped into her mouth. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head. His musk. It tasted amazing! She immediately pressed her tingling tongue to taste all of him. Her lips formed a tight seal as she did, and bobbed back and forth in sync with the rest of her. In the corner of her eyes, the rest of the werewolves laid around her. Close to her limbs. Two females already took it on themselves to grab her ankles and rub her cum-soaked feet on their sexes. Rebene decided to put her hands to use as well, and reached to stroke two males, feeling their smooth and veiny length in her palms. Another two females sat on her back, pinning her to her fate. She felt them fingering one another, already leaky with how pent up they were, and their growls silenced with licking of one another. She couldn't move, but the males already took care of it, thrusting into her themselves.

They were all hardly in sync with one another, but her mind was always full with anticipation. At one point, one would thrust into her tailhole, and alternate with the one in her sex. At others, they both hilted at the same time and ravaged all her tender points. Oh this felt so divine for her, like nothing else would satisfy her lust from here on. Her whole body flared again. She didn't care. There was no pain. Not even with her muscles shifting and spasming like cramps all over her body. Not even when she felt her bones stretch and morph, and how her joints cracked into new positions. She felt more powerful. More perfect. No, nothing else mattered. She belongs to them. She belongs to the pack.

Claws wrapped around the back of her head and shoved his knot past her lips. She gagged once when the tip rested right at her throat. Then she murred with relief as the first of many heavy loads flowed through his shaft and spurt onto the back of her throat. At the same time, every werewolf howled around her like a symphony. She almost howled herself when another knot finally invaded past her vulva, pushing her far beyond the edge and rewarding her mate with rhythms of powerful milking clenches. Lasted much longer when the third and final knot entered her tailhole with less effort. And her efforts was quickly rewarded. Directly into her womb, he released into her. Rope after rope of his virile seed quickly filled and pushed her belly out. Assisted by another torrent through her gut from both directions. From her back, femjuices gushed all over and trickled down to her belly, right below her breasts. Almost tugging at four different spots as they drip, but Rebene hardly cared about it. She knew she was transforming. And she loved it. All she wanted now was to hold all that seed inside her, and feel every last spurt until they let her go.

Minutes have passed, the knots forming perfect plugs from the growing pressure inside her. They only just started to cease filling her, but still held her in position. The sensitive flares all over her chest was finally satiated when the rest of the werewolves knelt and nipped on her new breasts. Her cum-lathered limbs thickened with the muscles inside, beauty now in perfect balance with strength as she let go of the exhausted members. Slowly they all pulled out and got off her, lying all around her as she rested in the puddle of their releases. Her heart hammered against her chest, blood flooding to her new muscles, and she immediately got up on her fours. The air. She sniffed with a low snarl. So many of them. Many victims. They must join the pack. They must become one with them. And she will start with the two, now running towards the pack.

"What the..."

Rebene turned her glare to the two. A green lizard girl holding some form of weapon. And another cat girl in a familiar outfit. The cat. She looked... familiar. Something deep in Rebene's mind lit up. So dim. So very far out of reach. What was it? The glow above her took her attention. The full moon. Then there was a huge snap. A bolt of thunder striking the top of the hill with a brilliant shine of light. Like the toll of a bell, the light faded. And standing on top of the hill... perched a mansion.

The home of her master.

She let loose the inbuilt energy inside her, throwing her head up high with a powerful howl. Her trumpet of her master's welcome to the mortal realm. Her worship and thanks. As the werewolves around her also joined in the howl.

"Rebene?"

Rebene snarled, snout wrinkled in rage. How dare she interrupt? But no matter. Her hunger had returned. The fire in between her legs, the jolts in her bosom. Her eyes fixed onto the two, now wanting to shove them to her vulva. To drink from her breasts. Wanting to force them into the pack.

"Rebene what's the mat-"

"Get back!" The lizard girl screamed, just as Rebene catapulted herself forward with a snarl. Something stuck into her shoulder. It stung, and she fell to the ground with a yelp. Whatever it was, it was short and made with wood. Another one of the lizard's tricks struck the ground and Rebene retracted her claw, and roared at the girl. Both of them already disappearing back into the darkness. Rebene whimpered, her claw rubbing over her dripping vent. It didn't fully take away the heaviness in her heart of seeing the cat girl run away from her. The sense of defeat. As if there was some deeper companionship. She contemplated about it, trying to recall... something. Yes, the cat girl. She was a friend. She saved her some time ago. When Rebene was a pup. She had yet to reward her. To take her into the pack and experience all the pleasures in the dark world. Rebene smirked, just as another female hugged her from behind. She turned to her, and allowed their tongues to meet in a deep kiss.

For now, there are plenty others to take...