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Connie and Hazzy lingered in their cage. The battle was over and they'd lost. Their entire tribe had lost. Most had been driven off the land, and the two coyotes - twins, identical in all but gender - were among the few who were instead captured. Hazzy spent his time trying to pry the bars apart, to no avail, whereas Connie sat on the floor with her head in her arms, seemingly only lamenting what'd happened.

The Honi, their tribe, had been one of proud coyotes. Well, it still was - but they no longer held their ancestral land, which likely meant they'd dissolve before settling down again.

The wolf guarding them was, at least, calm. Everyone was weary after weeks of war. The anger had taken its toll, and a deathly silence hung over the Waya camp. Nobody had the energy to keep hating each other, and as such, the two were fed relatively well - scraps, but good scraps - while the Waya established their new territory, razing what remained of the Honi's villages.

"They've decided on some other plan for you two, you know. And a few of the other survivors," the guard grumbled, leaning against a wall. Connie and Hazzy both focused on him. "Not execution or anything, don't worry. I don't really have_all_ the details, but I think it won't be too bad."

"Would be better off dead," Connie growled, kicking the bars and immediately regretting it as pain shot up his leg.

"No, you wouldn't be. Look, you're... what, just barely an adult? Nobody wants to die..." the guard replied with the same stoic, tired done. "No, you'd not be," he repeated with a finality that made neither of the young adults want to question him further.

"What is the plan? Do you know anything?" Connie spoke up, after a few moments of silence.

The wolf didn't turn around, but they could both tell he was grinning when he spoke.

"Oh, you'll probably... like it, as far as I know. They say the last few we gave it to did," the Waya answered. "Not much else I know, beyond the basics, which you'll have to figure out for yourself. You'll have to wait for the tribal council to convene. Tonight, I believe."

"We're certainly not going to like any kind of punishment you filthy wolves would force on us," Hazzy growled, suppressing the urge to kick the bars again.

"What could it be?" Hazzy asked her male twin.

"Maybe they'll force us to fight for them. Or maybe they'll make us roll around in dirt like the wolves do," he huffed. The guard didn't reply, seemingly either too focused or too tired to let the coyotes provoke him.

Yet, neither of them could really think of anything. An enjoyable punishment was unheard of, and despite their relative misery, locked up as they were, the twins amused themselves with coming up with theories to pass the time, long after the guard had gone silent.

"Maybe they'll have us teach them how to howl properly, the wolves aren't very good at it," Connie suggested, drawing a little giggle from Hazzy.

"Maybe they'll just let us go. You know, to warn others?" Connie asked.

"Warn who? There aren't any other tribes left in this area. Unless they want to go live in the swamps," Hazzy laughed.

Night came soon enough, and with it, a pair of stern-looking Waya warriors to bring the pair to the court. They joined a few others Honi prisoners on the way to the center of the village. It looked as if only a handful had been captured. The old and young had both been allowed to escape, and any capable warriors had likely met their deaths on the battlefields. They knew that much. The only prisoners were others about their own age.

"Sit," a guard commanded. Connie sat willingly, seeing no point in resisting when they were surrounded by the enemy. A heavy hand on the more rebellious Hazzy's shoulder forced him down as well.

They were around a small stage, surrounded further by a ring of roaring bonfires. The mood seemed to be lightening, now. Several Waya staggered around the area, drunk on their victory-mead, and it seemed that the entire tribe had come to witness the sentencing.

An elderly wolf, old enough that her fur had gone white all over, stepped onto the central podium, clad in ritual robes and a helmet of what could only be deer-bone, the antlers still attached to the long-dead cranium.

"Waya. We are here today to witness the punishment of the Honi, who sought to keep us off their land," she began with a booming voice - far louder and deeper than Hazzy or Connie were expecting, and immediately, everyone fell quiet.

"As you know, there has been enough bloodshed. Our capable warriors lay dead, side by side with the Honi in the fields where they'll soon be buried, and we see no reason to add to their number. We have had enough death. As such, these prisoners will be spared," she continued.

The crowd booed and jeered. She raised a bony hand and clenched it into a fist. "Any of you who wish for more death are free to join our warriors in their graves," she growled, and silence fell again. "We have developed a far more fitting punishment, as some of you already know."

Her amber eyes, glowing like embers in the reflected light of the fires, fell on Hazzy and Connie in particular. Connie shivered instinctively, whereas Hazzy stared back at the elder, refusing to show any submission. Yet, they could both feel what felt like the eyes of the entire Waya tribe upon them in turn.

"As I said, many have fallen. We must replenish our ranks, if we are to ever conquer more land," she continued. "And so, these prisoners shall become our breeders."

"I'll gladly fu- ghk!" Hazzy shouted, only for Connie to quickly clamp both of her hands around his muzzle before he said anything he'd quickly come to regret. He was always so impulsive. Although the twins were alike in almost every way, Hazzy was far more impulsive, something that'd always bothered his sister. She saw the briefest hint of a grin tug at the elder's lips.

"No, you won't be. You'll be bred," she exclaimed, and a quiet hum went through the audience. "Their males will be transformed into women, and the women in turn into eager breeding stock" the elder explained. "And you'll take the seed of any Waya males who wish to grant you the blessing of maternity."

Hazzy mumble-screamed something and Connie squeezed his muzzle harder. Knowing her brother, it'd have been something along the lines of "that's impossible" or simply "I won't."

"Not to worry. You'll be full members of the Waya tribe once transformed, but we will not force you into anything. You will, however, want it," the elder continued. She raised a vial. "A blessing from the wolf-mother!"

The audience didn't seem to know how to react to that. Perhaps they believed it impossible as well, though a few were already murmuring, casting glances at Hazzy and Connie. It was hard to believe that Hazzy could ever be female - though Connie felt a strange tingle of excitement at the thought - or that _she_could be "breeding stock". Her hips were narrow for a woman, and her breasts a little smaller than average.

The idea, though, tickled some previously unknown part of her.

"And Waya men, you'll be ready for this. Starting now," she boomed, emphasizing _now_heavily, "You'll no longer spill your seed before the transformation is done, in two weeks."

That, the audience did know how to react to. Almost in unison, half the males of the tribes voiced a loud, howling protest. Yet the elder would not be deterred.

"No. Anyone found to be wasting their essence will join the ritual with the Honi," she countered. "So unless you'd like to be bred as well, I recommend obeying."

She paused for a moment.

"Though I do hear it's rather pleasant, and this I say from experience" she added with a wide and toothy grin. "After all, with the war over, we have no such need for warriors."

Unsurprisingly, nobody seemed to volunteer.

"I hear your doubts, however. We have already performed the ritual on one of the early captives. Bring her out!" the elder commanded.

Someone happily bounced to stand next to the elder. A coyote, her body painted like those of the wolves, and completely naked. Hazzy couldn't tear his eyes off her, admiring the stranger's plentiful curves and that pink little slit just barely visible between her legs, whereas Connie looked away in frustration.

"This is the first of the Honi were captured," the shamaness exclaimed. "When we captured her, she was male, and now... show them."

Neither of the twins recognized whoever it was meant to be, but then again, they didn't know everyone in their tribe intimately. Still, for all they knew it could've just been some tribeless coyote bitch that they'd captured, but why go through all this to convince them of something that wasn't possible?

The captive bent over, raising her tail eagerly, and reached to splay her folds open for the audience with a happy little moan. The sight of that was enough to make Hazzy blush with arousal, and he quickly moved to cover his groin to hide his growing erection, panting as he stared at the slut on stage sinking a pair of fingers into herself. She was soaked, and suddenly the young coyote was hoping he could be up there on stage with her. Mounting her like she clearly desperately wanted. Though those fantasies were a welcome distraction, they also left him embarrassingly hard. Luckily, nobody was paying attention to his throbbing maleness, and it quickly softened again when the elder wolf continued speaking.

"She's already been seeded, and will soon swell with pups. But she'll be very eager to let someone breed her again once that's over," the elder grinned, and slapped the coyote's rump, drawing a yip from her in turn. "This shall be the fate of all the Honi in our custody. Each and every one of them shall be an eager breeding slut for our men, and whatever women desire it, to slake their lusts on. Spreading their legs for any and all of us who want to use them. As is befitting the coyotes."

She seemed to be getting worked up talking about it, and it took the elder a few moments to gather herself again. "So rest assured, Waya, the ritual will work. And you, Honi, you will thank us soon enough. We are offering you a life of pleasure."

The audience broke out in laughter over that last statement here and there, though some also nodded with agreement. Most still seemed dubious, but the "demonstration" had most of the men excited for the results. That, Hazzy couldn't blame them for. He'd gotten more than a little excited watching the coyote bare herself like that. No idea how they think it's gonna make me or Connie like that, though.

"Take them back to their cages, guards. Shamans, prepare the rituals. Paints and the wolf-mother's milk both," the elder finally commanded, adding a few works as she turned towards the coyote. "And you, breeding slut, will join _me_tonight."

With that, she stepped down and disappeared between the bonfires, followed by her personal guards and the very excited coyote slave, leaving the events in the hands of the other tribespeople.

Once again, Hazzy and Connie were walked back to their cages. Only now, the tent they were in was hazy with sweet incense-smoke, with several bone-and-leather clad wolves, all of them female, awaiting them. The twins could only assume these were some of the Waya shamans. One was holding two vials, the other a small jar with a white liquid.

"This is a great honour, you know. Hold them," one of the shamans spoke. Her voice was hoarse, likely from the smoke that had Hazzy and Connie coughing as well. Still, it seemed to warm their lungs in a not altogether unpleasant way. "

Two of the guards took hold of Connie's arms while a third roughly grabbed Hazzy to hold him still, making sure he was watching.

"Oh, mother of wolves, grant this bitch your blessing," the shaman hummed, dipping her fingers into the jar of paint.

"Get your filthy hands off her!" Hazzy yelled, but the shaman didn't as much as flinch as she brought her paint-covered fingers towards Connie's face, drawing a single line down her forehead.

"Make her eager, make her willing," the shaman murmured. "Give her the mind of a wolf."

She paused, as if to admire her work so far. Connie closed her eyes, so as to not meet her intimidating stare. After a few moments, her fingers touched to one of her breasts, tracing a spiral around one nipple and then the other. It was the faintest, lightest touch, but wherever the paint touched, Connie felt a warm, tingling sensation.

While the young coyote was still busy trying to understand what they were trying to accomplish, the shaman's hand dipped lower yet, drawing a crude spiral into the short, soft fur of her lower belly.

"Make her fertile and wet, wolf-mother," the wolf continued. Was it all just superstition? There was no way simply being painted would have any effect.

The other shaman stepped forward and pressed the vial against Connie's lips. She hesitated at first, but quickly realized she had no choice when the she-wolf pried her jaws open, and when the sweet-tasting, almost cloying liquid flowed into her mouth, she swallowed. It wasn't too bad, having the same warming sensation as it ran down her throat.

And yet, she felt no different. Connie wasn't about to tell that to the shamans, though. It was surely better to let them think their "magic" had an effect or they'd keep her here. All she wanted to do was to curl up and fall asleep.

Next, it was Hazzy's turn. It took all three guards to restrain him enough for the shamans to approach, and he still tried to kick and claw despite not being able to move an inch with the large wolves holding him by the arms, the legs, and even his waist.

"As for this one, wolf-mother, give him the gift of femininity in mind..." the first shaman spoke in that same, soporific monotone, as she painted a different symbol onto the coyote's forehead. Hazzy spat at her, but she didn't seem to care.

"...in body..." she whispered, painting those same spiral patterns onto his chest. Hazzy growled with frustration, but then again, this hadn't seemed to do any harm to Connie. And if he tried to resist any harder, they might do something worse to him.

"...and in need," the shaman emphasized, touching Hazzy's belly in turn. Yet unlike with Connie, her hand slipped lower yet to cup the coyote's balls, smearing the paint all over his masculine pride. "Take from him the manhood no longer needed, oh wolf-mother."

As if their stupid paint could do that, Hazzy thought, fighting the urge to bite off the second shaman's fingers as she tried to feed him the contents of the second vial.

"You'll drink, or we'll break your jaw and then you'll drink. Be a good bitch like your sister," one of the burly guards growled.

They said they wouldn't force us to do anything. So much for honor among wolves. Screw it. I'll enjoy seeing their faces when none of this works, he figured, and then opened his mouth. Not worth getting my bones broken over. The liquid flowed into his mouth and he fought the urge to gag at its sweetness, only barely managing to swallow it.

"It is done," the two shamans spoke in unison. "Leave them in the cage. Keep a close eye on them. Pour more of the milk into their food and make sure they eat it."

The moment the shamans left, Hazzy and Connie tried to rub the paint off their bodies. Although the tingling sensation of it wasn't unpleasant, it was still frustrating enough that it kept distracting the two. To their dismay, it wouldn't come off, as if it'd soaked into the very hairs of their fur.

"Gods, that's so irritating," Hazzy huffed. "And they think this is going to turn me into a woman? No wonder we didn't want to have anything to do with these Waya mongrels."

There was some irony to that statement. Although most of the Honi were coyotes, they were a mixed canid tribe, whereas the Waya were all wolves. Of course, reality rarely factored into insults.

At least whatever it was they'd been forced to drink didn't make them too nauseous to sleep. In fact, it seemed to make them more tired, and sleep came easily.

The ritual continued as it had begun, but with more fanfare. Every time the shamans came to reapply the paints, two other Waya followed with leather drums, which they'd beat to some rhythm only they really understood. Each time, another stick of incense was lit, and they burned throughout the day. Watching how much was left of each became how Hazzy and Connie knew what time it was despite the darkness of the prison tent.

The first few days, nothing really changed for the pair, and they grew confident in believing it all to be a hoax, perhaps to soothe the bloodlust of the wolves.

Yet, on the third day, Hazzy noticed something. As he moved to the bars - trying to pry them apart little by little, sooner or later the metal would get fatigued - he happened to brush an arm over his chest, and the feeling, like a sudden electrifying jolt, made his knees wobble.

Hazzy whimpered, covering his chest with his arms, not liking what he saw. His proud pecs had softened into a feminine curve and swollen, ever so slightly. Elsewhere, too; his hips felt just a little wider than before, and his muscles were melting away. Yet all of that he could accept; it was his new, if small, breasts that loudly announced him to be a woman. Soon, at least. His nipples had grown too, jutting out a little more than they used to, stiff in the cool night air.

There's no way these stupid rituals actually work. I'm just imagining things, he told himself, forcing his arms down along his sides. He looked down at his chest. Maybe was overreacting. He could still pass as masculine, if barely. He was just putting on weight, he told himself.

Still, just in case, he stopped eating the offered meals. They were all glazed with that "milk" that the shamans kept feeding them anyway, during each ritual, and he had a feeling that whatever it actually did wouldn't be good for him.

Try as he might, though, he couldn't stop thinking about his chest. He wanted to squeeze those slowly forming breasts, and the longer he dwelled on it, the more he realized it was turning him on. No duh, I'm male. I'm into anything that looks like tits. Even if they're... on me. And even though he didn't really_believe that anything was happening to him, or so he kept repeating like a feverish mantra, to try to overcome the mind-fogging effects of the incense and milk, he made sure to keep his chest covered. Just in case. He certainly didn't want any of the Waya to think they were _succeeding with their bizarre plan, and they might think they were if they saw his added curves.

The idea of them getting hard looking at him was unpleasant, disgusting even, at least to his conscious mind, but somewhere deep inside him, there was the glimmer of some new and exciting emotion, of himself wanting to be stared at, of _wanting_to be a wanton slut, to show himself off and to be used. For now that emotional need was merely a tickle at the very back of his mind, one that Hazzy could barely sense.

That following night, when he was sure that Connie had fallen asleep and no guards were looking, he had to try it again. pinched one of those prominent nipples and let out a quiet groan at the same expected but still sudden jolt of pleasure that sent a surge of warmth through his groin, almost enough to make him stiffen. There was no doubt, at least, that he'd grown more sensitive, but that_he could accept. What he couldn't accept was his changing _identity.

He laid awake most of that night, thoughts racing too fast to let him fall asleep for more than a few hours at a time, idly fondling at his chest as if hoping those small feminine swellings had disappeared, and each time he did, there was that soft, seductive sensation of pleasure. In that hazy realm between the waking world and that of dreams, he imagined himself as a woman. How he'd look if he'd been born female, like his sister. It felt oddly comfortable, oddly _sexy_with his mind half asleep. His subconscious was already adapting, but his conscious mind would put up far more resistance. Still, as he finally fell asleep, the last thought he had was of feeling so very sexy with the attention of those horny, masculine wolves upon his heaving breasts.

For Connie, it was another experience. She didn't feel any different, just hornier, which frustrated her, because there was no way she could take care of that_with her brother in the same cage, or with the Waya watching her every move. Yet, her mind was a little fuzzier and slower than before, and suddenly, the thought of _deliberately letting the guards see her masturbate popped into her head. She let out a little growl, feeling a familiar surge of warmth in her lower belly. No, no. That's... not me, she told herself, but the thought had taken root and soon she was not only warm, but damp, the thought growing harder and harder to ignore.

Maybe if she'd just give them a little show? The guards might treat her better if she did, after all. If there was anything she knew about males, it was that. Not like she had to actually masturbate¸ but giving them a small glimpse - maybe. She closed her eyes, pretending to be asleep, and casually shifted her legs apart to bare that pink, glistening slit. Doing so instantly sent a thrill through her body, knowing that if any guard looked they'd see her most intimate, most feminine parts.

Connie heard someone walk into the room, and that strange, very naughty feeling intensified. The footsteps stopped by the side of the cage, and she had to fight her urge to moan. They'd know she was awake, then. Yet, her legs nudged themselves just a little wider apart, and she could've sworn she _felt_the wolf's eyes caressing her sex, growing wetter by the moment. Why was this so exciting to her? She couldn't seem to think straight with how much it turned her on.

She toyed with the idea of slipping a hand down there, pretending to rub herself in her sleep, but before she could make a decision one way or another, she was already truly asleep.

The next morning began, as before, with a meal. Though it was meat, it had the sweetness of the ritual "milk" all over it. After two days of not eating, Hazzy's belly hurt enough that he drooled at the sight of it, and doubly so as he watched his sister eat.

"Why are you so eager to obey them?" he hissed. "We'd do better if we both resisted."

"Mmh," Connie replied between bites of meat. Somehow, it was nearly the best thing she'd ever tasted, and all she wanted was more. It was so satisfying, and the way the milky glaze warmed her body was wonderful. "You should try it, it's not bad," she finally spoke after swallowing another mouthful.

Hazzy sighed. He knew he didn't really have any choice. Maybe if he resisted for long enough- no, then he'd just be too weak to make his escape when they let them out. Still, the effect it was having on his sister was undeniable. With each mouthful she seemed happier, even moaning as she ate, and she'd already put on some weight, which her brother had noticed. It'd all seemingly gone to her chest, with her breasts quite a bit larger than they'd been when they got captured.

She licked her lips once her meal was done. "Come on, give it a go," she giggled. Since when did Connie giggle? Yet try as he might, Hazzy eyed his share of food longingly. It seemed to call out to him, urging him to eat it. He could just lose the extra weight when he was out of this cage, couldn't he? Yeah, probably.

"...fine," he whined, and took a bite. There it was again, that sweet, cloying taste, but this time it was at least balanced out by some wonderfully tender meat. He found himself eating quickly, unable to hold back with how hungry he was. As he ate, he forgot to keep his slowly forming breasts covered, leaving them, perky nipples and all, for the guards to admire. With each bite he felt less concerned about it, some growing part of him telling him that it was only natural_to let males enjoy them, like a _good girl should.

He stopped, his mouth full of meat, with a confused look in his eyes. That didn't feel like- gods, why is it so hard to like... think, he thought. His mind was fuzzy and growing more so, with each bite. He swallowed, though his rational mind was mutedly screaming at him to stop. The food was so tasty, though. The flavour seemed to build up inside him, like a warm, pleasant glow that radiated outwards from his belly. There was a vial of more of the sweet stuff on his plate, and without thinking, he poured it into his mouth.

A quiet moan spilled from his lips. Hazzy realized that he was horny. His cock was peeking out if its protective sheath, but - he looked down - it seemed a little smaller than usual. Still, wasn't that only natural? Girls didn't have those, after all. Just wet, eager pussies that they loved to have strong wolves rut and fill with their sexy seed.

He looked at his sister, and for a moment, he snapped back to reality as he realized she was rubbing herself, plunging her soaked fingers into herself in plain view of the guards.

"N-no, what are you doing?" Hazzy groaned, trying to take back control of his mind.

"Just- just, nff, giving these cute boys a show," she whimpered, trembling voice punctuated with needy moans. She'd surrendered to the feelings, and her changing body rewarded her in spades, with pulses of pleasure so strong that they made her cry out her lust out loud.

"Mh, she's gone into heat. I had no idea even coyote bitches could smell that good. And look at those tits, so much bigger already," one guard rumbled with appreciation to the other, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled Connie's fertile scent. She, in turn, squeezed one of her now rather impressive and incredibly sensitive breasts, groaning again at how good it felt. "Good girl. Bet you're gonna love nursing our pups with those. Too bad it's still a day or two before we can mate."

"Yeah. And he's shaping up nicely too," the other one grinned, nodding towards Hazzy. "Not even bothering to cover himself anymore. Hey, you'll be a good girl soon enough, just like your sister!" he barked, in a mocking tone. But no matter how aloof the guard tried to seem, his cock was halfway out, eager and red and dripping with precum that Hazzy wished was inside her instead.

..._no. _He didn't. It was their damn magic and those potions, they were getting to him. He had to maintain control. He sat down, closing his eyes and squeezing his arms tightly around his chest, trying to not listen to the wet schlicking of Connie fingering herself for the Waya. If only I could do that too. He shook his head, trying to suppress those intrusive thoughts. If he could hold off until the ritual, he'd surely be fine. Just gotta keep playing along.

Connie came with a loud, whining howl of pleasure, her body stiffening as she thrust her hips up towards the wolves, letting them - no, wanting them to - see her pussy milk at her fingers as her orgasm wracked her shivering body, her juices gushing over her hand. The only way it'd feel any better was if it was their beautiful cocks inside her instead, one after the other, taking turns seeding her slutty cunt until she was round with their cute little pups.

No, there was another thing that could make it better, too. Seeing Hazzy get the same treatment and enjoying it just as much as she would. Oh, gods. She raised her soaked hand to her muzzle and slurped up her own wetness from his slender fingers. For a brief moment, some semblance of her old self returned to her, and she blushed as she saw the guards staring at her, both of them rock-hard with desire. And yet, despite the sudden embarrassment, she was acutely aware of her womb, her womanhood, that gnawing, deep desire to let a male between her legs so he could fertilize her. It was overbearing, but she managed to resist it for long enough to sit down next to Hazzy, both twins trying to console each other about what was happening.

Still, they both knew that if they didn't mount some kind of resistance, they'd end up losing themselves to the Waya's bizarre rituals. There was no obvious way to do it, though, not when each breath filled their lungs with the sweet incense, and every scrap of food or water they were allowed to drink was laced with the tribe's strange ingredients. Over that week, each time they'd managed to regain control, it had been more and more brief, their old thoughts only barely reaching out of the haze of transformation and lust they were drowning in. A few hours of clarity each day shrank to just one hour, and then to minutes.

The next day, Hazzy made a terrifying discovery. As he stirred from another night's sleep in the cage, he felt different. Specifically, he felt wet_and _empty with a strange feeling of arousal emanating from inside him and suffusing his entire body rather than being centered around his cock as it normally was.

A panicked paw reaching for his groin found nothing at first, and then, he realized that it wasn't nothing, but a mound instead of a cock. The brushing touch left his hand wet with his juices, and he gasped at that sudden surge of pleasure as his fingers flicked over the stiff little clit that'd once been his cock.

He - or she,_really, at this point - took a deep breath, and realized that _she_could smell the masculine scent of the guards. Not only that, but it was _getting to her. Making thatconfusing, tingling, clenching sensation inside her worse. Hazzy's head was a mess of conflicting emotions, but she could smell her own need, her heat, mingling with that of her sister.

Connie! Hazzy turned her head towards her sister, who was just waking up. She stretched out, luxuriating in the feeling of waking up as horny as she did. It no longer felt weird to her, and so, she seemed to be enjoying it, letting a hand wander down to her petals and cupping her drooling sex, hips bucking against her hand in turn. The guards were watching her every move with obvious lusty interest.

Connie was _enjoying_it, rather than being terrified like Hazzy was, with evidently no doubt in her mind that this was a good thing. She arched her back and gave the guards a playful moan as she continued to rub herself lazily, waiting for that breeding she'd been promised.

Hazzy felt alone. While a less foggy mind would've thought of a way to save her sister and herself, the primitive lust that the ritual had soaked her mind in had a different solution. She could get rid of the last of her resistance, fear, and doubt. She could give in, and then she'd not have to leave Connie alone like that. No, they had to face this side by side, and if being a horny breeding slut was what it took, then so be it. Before the logical side of her could chime in, she'd already grabbed today's vial and downed it.

At first, Hazzy felt an icy cold clarity descend over her, realizing what she'd just done on pure impulse, but as her body absorbed that final potion, something gave in Hazzy's mind, and her arms fell, baring her chest again. Her breasts were about as large as they'd be for a natural female of her age, now, and they ached to be seen and touched. It felt good to be enjoyed, to show off. She felt herself grow even wetter as a shiver went through her, feeling the wolves' gazes upon her.

No wonder Connie's been acting like such a slut, Hazzy thought. And why haven't I?

She turned around slowly, swaying her hips, and once her rump was turned towards those sexy males, she raised her tail, letting them see her newly-minted folds.

Just as she was about to try mimicking what Connie was doing, another voice rung out from behind her.

"Alright, I see we've made good progress. Here, sluts, put these on," they spoke, tossing two leather collars into the cage and startling Hazzy out of her erotic reverie. "It's time to get bred."

Connie didn't even have to look before she happily clasped the collar around her neck. It was adorned with Waya sigils that neither of the two understood. "Oh, it only marks you as a breeder. Nothing magical there," the guard laughed. "It's just to let everyone know that you're available. If your wetness doesn't give it away."

Why wouldn't she wear it? She was available, wasn't she? Dreaming of having those sexy guards pin her down and rut her full of their pups. Hazzy slowly wrapped the collar around her neck, and it felt heavy, warm, and safe somehow. Not to mention sexy.

They were led, naked, towards the center of the village again. This time, two racks, padded and comfortable-looking, as far as a rack could look comfortable, had been prepared in the middle. A crowd of Waya - mainly their males - were already gathered around it.

Hazzy whimpered as she watched her sister climb into one rack with no hesitation. She even moaned happily as the wolves strapped her to it, and in turn, strapped her flagging tail to her back to keep it out of the way. Her thighs were matted with arousal, and everyone could surely see how her mound was twitching in anticipation. It was strange how much she'd changed, with those heavy breasts and wide hips, not to mention Connie never used to be a slut. Hazzy had never even thought of her as a sexual being.

At first, she tried to resist her new pussy's urges, but the eyes of those strong, masculine wolves in the audience roaming over her body was having an effect on her. They all seemed to enjoy her new form, which made a perverted kind of pride surge in her chest. Hazzy cast a longing glance on Connie, who already had a line of wolves forming behind her.

"Well? This is the good part. Don't you want to enjoy it too after all that time in your cage?" one of the guards rumbled, seeing her hesitation. His rough hand snuck down to give Hazzy's rump a squeeze.

He wanted_her. They _all wanted her, and her sister. Every wolf in the tribe was eager to give them the blessing of their pups in heavy, warm, and virile spurts. How could she decline? The collar felt tight around her neck and her head swam with emotions, her heart beating so fast she could barely hear the crowd over the sound of rushing blood. Every inch of her seemed to tingle with anticipation, and that gnawing, demanding hunger inside her only intensified as she watched the first of the wolves sink his throbbing length into Connie's soaked pussy, and she in turn cried out her passion for all to hear, a dissolute howl of utter ecstasy.

Hazzy felt her own wetness ooze down her thighs. All he had to do was to surrender to what her new body wanted. To let the Waya give her what she needed.

In the throes of her first orgasm, Connie looked at Hazzy, nodding briefly between moans. Wordlessly explaining that it'd all be alright. That she _should_enjoy it, that there was no point in resisting. This was their fate, to be breeding sluts for the wolves, together. At least, that was how Hazzy interpreted it as the last vestiges of his self-control faltered under the fiery heat of arousal.

She stumbled over to the other rack, clumsily, barely able to move her limbs with how excited she was. One last time, Hazzy looked behind herself, to the loving wolves waiting so patiently for her to realize what she was meant for. To their beautiful eager cocks, all rock-hard and dripping with precum that she could've already had pumping into her, helping to soothe her heat, if she hadn't hesitated for so long. Just like Connie.

Hazzy laid down, resting on top of the rack. There was no more fight left in her. Her tail flopped aside as if with a mind of its own, baring her drenched folds to the wolves. The guard helpfully wrapped the straps around her arms and legs, securing her to the breeding rack, and - as an afterthought, giving her head a firm but gentle pat. "Good girl," he whispered. "Enjoy becoming a mother."

With that, he stepped out of the way and motioned for the other wolves to approach. They hardly needed the encouragement, and few of them even said anything. With how pent up they all were, there was little to discuss. Especially with a horny bitch presenting herself for breeding.

Soon, Hazzy felt a pair of strong hands on her hips, thick fingers digging into her now-supple flesh. She moaned encouragingly in response, and then blushed immediately when she realized how she sounded. Was this really her?

That question was answered when she felt something incredibly hot, hard, and slick against her virgin slit. Hazzy clenched in response. Time seemed to slow down to an agonizing crawl. She was about to get mounted in public, in front of everyone. By a tribe of strangers she didn't even know. Unprotected. They'd all pump their cum into her, and she'd get pregnant. Her belly and tits would swell with life and milk, and right at that moment, just as that pressure against her soaked pussy grew, Hazzy finally realized that she wanted it. This was her; a breeding slut who'd let anyone sink himself into her and bless her womb with his seed.

His wonderful cock slid into her effortlessly. She cried out loud as it spread her wide open, claiming her virginity. That didn't matter. Nothing else mattered once the wolf started to thrust into her. Hazzy's entire world narrowed to that amazing sensation, of the throbbing cock scratching itches she didn't even know she had while her cunt glutted upon it, squeezing and quivering. Hazzy could feel his heavy, cum-filled balls slap against her with each rutting thrust, grinding against her open lips and that little nub at the end that sent white-hot spasms of pleasure through her with each motion. She tried to beg for the Waya to breed her, but all that came out were joyful squeals and whines, purely animalistic and yet carrying exactly as much meaning as was needed.

Next to her, Connie gave a throaty growl as the male rutting her stiffened, howled triumphantly, and then twitched inside her. A faint wet tickling followed somewhere deep inside her, with each pulse of the wolf's cock, quickly followed in turn by a shiver of utter, ineffable satisfaction. She knew what was happening. The wolf was seeding her. Planting his potent cum deep into her fertile body, and she found herself desperately wishing for it to take root. That fantasy, and even more than the fantasy, the impending reality of her and Hazzy's bellies both starting to grow with their respective litters of pups was erotic enough to the newly-minted breeder that it sent her careening over the edge.

"Rrf, almost there. I hope you moan just like your sister," the wolf rutting into Hazzy growled, although the coyote could barely hear anything, much less reply with each thrust knocking the breath out of her lungs. All she knew was that she wanted to feel just like Connie was feeling, consequences be damned.

His cock lurched inside her and she felt that swollen knot kiss her folds. The wolf couldn't tie with her, of course, not with the long line of equally horny males waiting for their turn. Taking up half an hour doing nothing would get him pilloried. Still, in his current state, he didn't need to tie to cum, and besides, he'd have plenty more opportunities with the new breeding sluts later. "H-here come your... pups."

Unlike Connie, Hazzy wasn't only new to being bred, but to having a pussy at all, and the experience was all the more overwhelming for it. She felt that first throb, just as her sister had, and then a splash of heat deep within her. Yet she had no idea what was actually happening, not in her utterly primal state of mind. She only felt it and what was happening never registered in her conscious mind. There was only the pleasant sensation of the cock bucking and twitching and that muted wet heat splashing against her cervix.

For a split second it felt no different, until her heat-wracked body realized that she'd let a male cum inside her, and rewarded her by allowing her to climax. Suddenly all that tension that'd been building up exploded in spasming, heavenly joy and Hazzy screamed at how intense it was. It seemed to go on forever, those fluttering, swooping contractions that made tears run from her eyes, her legs shaking against the rack and her own flavor of wetness gushing out over the wolf's groin.

Slowly, that ecstasy faded into a thrumming afterglow resonating through her. Now she realized what'd just happened. A male had spilled his seed inside her. Just like she used to do when she'd still been male. Only she'd always wasted her cum, and this one had put it where it belonged. The thought made her heart soar with joy, and she barely even felt it when the first of the Waya pulled out, leaving her freshly-seeded flower drooling with his sticky white gift.

She cast a brief glance at her sister, who had a silly expression of unbridled lust on her face, half-lidded eyes and an immensely satisfied grin on her panting muzzle. Then, as he watched, another male positioned himself behind Connie and thrust against her. Only moments later, she felt one do the same to her, and that wonderful sensation began to grow again. Another full-throated moan slipped from Hazzy's trembling lips. If anything, this one felt even bigger, and with the cum of her previous lover sloshing around, slickening her already wet inner walls further, the sensation was deliciously messy and wet. Some of the spent seed soaked into her thighs, which would've been awkward for any modest woman. But then, neither Hazzy nor Connie were one of those, not anymore.

Too soon, the second wolf groaned, hilted, and let that sexy red breeding rod spew its life-giving cargo deep in Hazzy's fertile body. Another took his place quickly enough that there was no time for her excitement to fade. Faintly, she could hear the orgasmic growl of the male rutting Connie next to her, knowing he was planting his seed and she was happily receiving it.

Sometime after the fifth male, Hazzy knew she was pregnant already, with that satisfied warm glow in her belly growing. It was, like so many other things that day, the best thing she'd ever felt. No, maybe that was the thick masculine shaft currently plunging into her cum-soiled cunt. No, surely it was the warm spurts of cum that they all gave her with such eagerness¸_pumping her womb full of their seed. And yet there were still _dozens of Waya warriors to satisfy. Enough for both her and Connie to cum themselves into a permanent, happy daze of nothing but satisfied lust.

So it went, with each of the wolf-warriors taking a turn satisfying themselves on one coyote or the other. Some particularly young and virile ones even took turns with both, celebrating the opportunity to lose their virginities. Towards the end of the day, the crowd had thinned enough that the remaining males could afford the time to knot them, too. The feeling of those breeding bulbs swelling inside her, stretching her so deliciously wide was another fantastic new discovery, with Hazzy in particular hoping she'd get to feel it more. Ideally, every day. Or if the males didn't care for her while she was pregnant, then immediately afterwards! The way they kept all that cum inside her, the wonderful feeling of them pulling out of her after a few minutes with a wet, shivering slurp, it was all too much.

At the very end of the orgy, she could barely keep her eyes open, and her mouth lolled open as the last few males mated with her. Her fur was soaked in their sticky pleasure, and beneath her, a puddle was forming. Someone caressed her belly, swollen with cum and soon with pups, as the very last wolf of the day finished pumping every last drop of what his pulsating balls had to offer into her.

"I told you you'd like it," a voice, smooth as silk yet aged and dusty whispered to her. Hazzy could muster no response as the elder painted a final white glyph over her bellybutton, one that would ensure the young coyote conceived.

She wanted nothing more, and neither did Connie. The two were, that night, closer to each other - encouraging each other to keep themselves plugged and their hips propped up to not waste any of the precious seed still spilling from their used bodies - and more sure of their place in life than they'd ever been before.