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Wolves of the Future

Part 2

for Lorvianne

by Draconicon

Already half-covered in the black ooze of the first wolf and getting bred by a second one, Lovianne didn't know if there was a way out of this without letting the entire pack get what they wanted. She was fighting against the pleasure of the knot ramming against her sex, the feeling of each thrust molding her lower body into something better suited for the feral creatures, and even her resistance, bolstered as it was, wasn't suited for this. The merging that the pack wanted - for reasons that she still didn't understand - was something that she couldn't just shrug off.

"Nnngh...mmmph...ah...ah...ah..."

But the cosntant barrage of thrusts were hitting buttons that she didn't want to admit that she had, and her cheeks burned as she felt that tapered cock plundering her depths. In, out, in, out, each time making her pussy suck and clench wantonly around his shaft as needily as any feral bitch might have. The heat in her middle was getting worse with the way that her body was already absorbing and merging with the first melted wolf, her legs aching as they were clicked and cracked and reformed into the lower limbs of a feral bitch.

"Nnngh...Ah..."

She moaned despite herself, unable to help it as the thrusts continued, the wolf's dripping balls slapping against her clit every time that he thrust forward. The other members of the pack circled them, waiting for their turn, leaving wet paw-prints behind on the floor. They were barely holding together and -

"NNNGH!"

Lovianne gritted her teeth, arching her back as she was finally pushed over the edge. The wolf's knot had her pushed wide, spread around him for a moment, and as she squirted over his shaft, he slammed in. The popping sound of it pushing past her changing lips left her whimpering, but the pleasurable spasms through her lower body belied that humiliation. She slumped forward, her head resting on paw-like hands as the mutation continued to spread through her.

As the wolf howled over her, she could feel his seed joining the first blasts that had already claimed her insides. She turned her head to the side, trying to ignore the building warmth down there, the constant feeling of growth and change inside, but it was impossible to deny that something was happening down there. Whether it was something growing inside of her or just changing, she didn't know, but something was happening, and there was nothing that she could do to slow it down.

Soon, the surging flood of whatever passed for seed being shot inside of her came to a stop, and the second wolf melted just like the first. She felt him sagging over her, spreading the black ooze down her back, over her tail, down her legs. What remained of her brown fur was completely soaked, coated in the ooze, leaving her with something shaggier, more wolf-like. Her lower half was growing, bloating, getting thicker with muscle and curves, and she could feel her hips lifting up a little higher, almost like her body wanted to present itself for breeding.

And that wasn't the only change. She could feel her upper body starting to get stronger. No less tired, no less submissive, but stronger, as if the ooze was sinking through her skin and filling out her muscles as much as her fur coat. She didn't understand what the pack was doing; she doubted that they understood anything but instinct, either.

Pant, pant, pant. She struggled to breathe, trying to find some way to get her hands and feet under her, but she could already tell that her body was too tired, too needy to be able to get up. One orgasm and two breedings hadn't taken the edge off the heat that they were putting inside of her. It would need so much more.

Nnngh...stop...stupid...body...

The transformation was already so much. She could barely get herself to all fours, let alone to two legs. Lovianne was all but sure that her days of walking on two legs were gone, or at the very least, no more than a distant future after a very uncertain cure. She groaned as she shook her head from side to side, trying to think, trying to find her way through the growling fog in the back of her skull.

Clench.

Clench.

Lovianne groaned at the different feeling she got from her sex. It wasn't just a narrow slit anymore, but rather, it was something that was more like a canine cookie, something that was shaped for dog dick, something that marked her as the breeding bitch that they'd turned her into.

Clench.

Clench.

Every time that it spasmed, every time that it clamped down on nothing, it reminded her of what her body should be doing, what it had been made to crave. Her tail, dripping as much goo and ooze as the dogs around her, flagged to the side before she could stop it, and the third hound mounted her.

"Gah."

She huffed as the wolf's weight slammed down on her back, wet slime splashing off her spine and against the back of her head. Some of it was already running up towards her ears, coating the backs of them and reshaping them from feline to something less tight, less rigid. She gritted her teeth, trying to hold tight to her mental image of herself, but that was fading, harder to think of. That deep growl in the back of her head -

No, there were two growls, now, not just one. Two feral sounds that almost had words to them but were buried beneath the rough gnashing of teeth and angry sounds.

Squelch.

The third wolf had his cock in her, and Lovianne moaned. Not just whimpered, but moaned, the satisfaction of being filled and bred again taking over from the fear and humiliation of what was happening to her. It took her almost a full minute to pull her thoughts back to why that was bad, and even then, she struggled to hold onto it as her body was rocked back and forth, her breasts swinging and swaying below her. There was no doubt that there were more nipples down below her now, teat-like and ready for cubs, and -

"Nnngh! MMMPH!"

She was enjoying it far more than she should, the breeding threatening to take over her mind. The growling sounds in the back of her head kept trying to push down against her protests, alternating between the eager growls and yips of happily-worked studs to the angry, frustrated sounds of those that were being denied.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Squelch.

And then another knot, another throb, another pulsing feeling deep inside. Lovianne lowered her head, feeling the rubbery bite of teeth too blunted to hurt her as the wolf unloaded inside of her. Another blast, another swelling deep in her core. Her womb felt so full, her stomach dropping and dragging slightly under her, pushed forward -

Pregnant. She had to be pregnant at this point with how much they were mutating, how much they were shooting, and how much they filled her. She groaned, barely able to stay on all fours as the third wolf started sinking into her, mutating her further. His ooze rolled forward, up and over her head, and as it crept up her neck, running towards the base of her jawling, she could hear them.

Three growls, now, and the growls had words. The wolves that fucked her, merged with her, were forming a pack-voice in the back of her skull.

_Breed.

Hunt.

Breed.

Protect.

Breed.

Sustain._

In what limited thought she had, she realized what they'd become. They were a self-sustaining battle-pack, able to swarm someone and bring them down, using them to create more of their numbers by flooding the new prey into nothing more than a broodmother for the pack. Already, her belly was swollen with a litter, and -

"Nnngh...gah! Fuck!"

Lovianne's shoulders popped as they expanded. The third wolf was adding mass and weight rather than just canine features to her. Already, she outsized every remaining wolf by at least 50%, but there were more. Too many more.

What...what are you going...

The pack-voice didn't try and answer her. Instead, it barked, it howled, it growled, drowning her out with 'thoughts' that were more like weighted concepts, things to break her with and bind her down.

_Breed.

Deliver.

Breed.

Hunt.

Protect.

Breed!_

Her tail went up, and the next wolf was pulled in. He felt so much smaller than the last one, and Lovianne struggled to hold onto herself. The pack-voice was only going to get more powerful the more that she was bred, and she couldn't let it just have her that easily. She had to -

"MMMPH!"

It was feeling better, too, each breeding feeling better than the one before it. They were changing her body to crave it, to want it, to stop complaining. The pack, intentionally, intelligently or not, was doing its level best to remove any sense of personhood from her, to make her into nothing more than the broodmother for more members of the pack.

And the fucking continued.

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Lovianne strained against the weight in the back of her skull. She'd given up on maintaining her body; that had been taken from her during the fifth or six fuck, it was hard to tell just which. The sheer amount of wolf ooze that had soaked her to the bone and stripped her of any feline shape had taken with it most of her sense of physical identity. The last of the wolves was fucking her now, and her eyes were rolled back in her head. Her body, many times bigger than it had been and leaving the last wolf little more than a speck hanging off her hindquarters humping at her sex, was completely lost to the pleasure, even though it shouldn't have been. The size difference should have precluded that, but the pleasure of the ooze meant that she felt it no matter how much it didn't make sense.

She had given up on the mass that was her body, half slime and ooze and the other half a massive pregnant belly that only her new bulk could have carried. She gave up on the pleasure that she had tried to deny and focus through. She gave up on everything that involved acting, moving, carrying out anything that wasn't breeding.

Instead, she put everything that she had left against the pack-voice straining against her, anwering the howls with her own priorities.

They would say Breed, and she would say Later.

They would say Deliver, and she would say Safely.

And so it went, each of their demands being met with a condition of hers. They howled and screamed, they shrieked and raged, but it was the way of nature. One could not have what they wanted without cost, and the pack-voice was slowly learning that they could not completely overwhelm her, not when she was giving them a way to do it. If she had said no, if she had blanket denied everything that they demanded, then there would have been a chance that they could have pushed her out of her own skull.

But she didn't.

And they couldn't.

Nevertheless, Lovianne still fought hard to keep her head on straight. The pack was backing off, slowly, but there was still one more to be added. She braced herself as she felt his knot popping in and out of her, the size difference between them meaning that she had nothing to grip the base properly anymore. She could feel every inch of him, of course, but that meant nothing. Not when they were this different.

In.

Out.

In.

And then he held, the little trickle of seed compared to the earlier floods joining the rest in her core. Unlike the other wolves, which had collapsed onto her, he just folded up and slid in, absorbed through her sex into her body. She could feel him traveling into her womb like his cum, disintegrating as he did. The mass of his body pulsed through her, adding little bits here and there, increasing her size until she was sure that she could have hit the ceiling if she 'stood up' straight on all fours.

She rode it out, feeling the brief increase of volume in the back of her skull...and then it was done. The pack agreed. They would go with her 'recommendations.'

The once-feline sighed, feeling the air passing through a mouth of rubber and latex and who knew what other kinds of nanite-laced goo that she was producing. She opened her eyes, turning around. The sheer size of her new body should have precluded any ability to leave the lab, but the rubbery state of her body meant that it could give and compress, changing shape under pressure.

Which meant that the door, which should have kept her there, was no imprisonment at all.

Lovianne pressed her head to the frames, feeling it trying to resist. It was the stronger material, but she was the more determined, and little by little, she was able to wiggle her head between the metal frame. Her face compressed, her muzzle became nothing more than a narrow point, but it worked. Her skull pulled in as she ground her face forward, and her shoulders ached as she kept wiggling in, but the constant pressure and the slippery state of her body worked together to keep her moving with minimal leverage.

Where? Why not here? Why not stay?

There were many reasons, but the logical ones were harder to pull up any longer. Lovianne had given up much to maintain herself, from her body to her more 'reasoning' intelligence. She could still do it, she felt, but it was harder, took more energy.

Instead, she had a feeling. Instinct, born of the feral pack-mind and her own long years in the wild, that told her that the lab would be the worst place to raise the new pups. They needed space, and more, they needed their own prey. If they didn't have their own things to hunt, to breed, the pack would starve, slowly breaking down until they were nothing more than a slow-dying puddle, evaporating until they had no body, no mind, no nothing.

The thought terrified the pack, and they listened to her.

Finally, they broke out of the lab, their hind legs and tail following a much rounder pair of hindquarters. What had been Lovianne shook her head, a shiver running all the way down her spine and down through her tail. Black ooze painted the forest around her, staining some of the trees as the goo splattered and flew from her.

New place. That was what she had to find, and even as she could feel herself falling into the pack-mind - as the head of it, yes, but still part of it - she drew on what memories she had. They were filtered differently now, pulled out by scent and sound rather than by sight, and her mental map no longer had the same markers to it. It wasn't measured by miles, but by days, in how long it would take to lope from place to place, and the routes weren't determined by danger, but by food sources, by things that they could find to eat and take care of themselves with.

After all, for a wolf of their size, for a pack-in-one, there was very little danger in this world, and what might have changed Lovianne could no longer change the pack-in-one.

They decided their route in short order, and began their trek. As they walked, as they started to merge properly in mind and body, the surface level of ooze began to firm up. In less than a mile, they had stopped dripping; in two, they had become a glossy, solid wolf, something that had the power and the substance to knock down trees when it had to. When the trees started to reach out with branches that were more tendrils than they were solid features, they rapidly found that they did.

It was going to be a long walk to the half-abandoned settlement that Lovianne remembered. It was past a series of hills and a dense chunk of forest that was patrolled regularly by corrupted squirrels and toothy foxes, but they could make it. The settlement itself was mostly used by raiders and bandits, people that were more willing to cause trouble than they should be, and they would be easy prey.

The pack-mind didn't understand her reticence about hunting most people, but it accepted it for her understanding and instincts. She had survived the merging, after all, and that meant that her voice was heard.

She just hoped she could keep speaking loud enough for them to listen.

The End

Summary: Continuing Lovianne's descent into goo wolf-hood.

Tags: F/M, Transformation, Dubcon, Orgasm, Squirting, Filling, Cum, Goo, Ooze, Mutation, Merging, Pack Mind, Wolf, Cat, Breeding, Post Apocalypse,