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"Tara? Tara? Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," the wounded explorer insisted. They had settled into one of the larger bathrooms to hide, and the more empathic sister had immediately begin fussing over her shoulder. "It doesn't hurt anymore."

"Did you bring first aid supplies? We need to tie off the bleeding! Stop fussing and let me clean it!"

"Michelle, stop it!" Tara insisted as she pushed her sister back. "Just... give me a second!" The moments her sister gave her were used carefully removing her leather jacket so that she could look at it in the mirror. "Wow," she muttered with a chuckle, "I really look like crap."

"Tara-"

"It looks worse than it is," the younger sister said. "But we can wash it and bandage it up if it will make you feel better." Without a whole lot of words, they set to the task at hand. The sink blessed them with its luxury size accommodations, allowing an adult woman to fit her entire upper body in it without difficulty. The water was set to warm, and the runoff did not sting the way wounds normally did. After a short time the blood was cleaned and a bandage from the satchel was applied.

"I am surprised you took my advice when I told you to bring those," Michelle noted as she taped the end off.

"Last time I ignored that advice I gashed my leg all to hell." There was a comment on Michelle's lips, but she hid it with a slight smile. Both recognized the smile, though, and a light bit of laughter was shared. From the far side of the bathroom, Rachel rocked back and forth on the tile floor. "Will you please stop that?" Tara asked.

"Leave her be, Tara," Michelle said reflexively.

"After some of the crap she's said to us, I'm surprised you're being so nice to her."

"She's broken, Tara," the older sister said with a sad sigh. "Just look at her. She can't help it right now."

"Serves her right."

"Tara-"

"Forget it," the younger sister said as she moved over to the window and opened it. "God it's hot in here."

"Hot?" Michelle asked with a confused look. "I thought it was kind of chilly."

"Maybe I'm just all fired up from the fight," she thought, but she noticed some other things were not quite right either. As they settled down to wait for daylight, she began sweating like she had a fever and her heart seemed to race even though she was resting.

The weakness of Rachel began to bother her more than she felt it should have. Everything about her did... the way that damnable girl moved and the way she smelled... oh God that smell... what in the hell did she get into? It took everything she had to simply move to the far side of the bathroom and not say anything.

"What's wrong, Tara?" her sister finally asked.

"That smell, it's... nauseating."

"Smell?" Michelle sniffed the air. "I don't smell anything."

"Well I do, and I'm telling you that girl's really nasty right now."

"I think maybe you're just smelling the toilets."

"I'm smelling those too," Tara said as she glared at Rachel, "but she's just reeking of something. It pisses me off."

"Tara," Michelle said as she drew her sister in for a hug, "you need to relax."

"I'm trying," she whispered as her breathing labored, "but I'm just so antsy. I need to get out of here."

"We can't... not until morning."

"I know... but I want to move... want to run..." Tara knew something beyond her control was going on inside of her. Maybe I have an infection... maybe I'm just suffering from the stress... maybe... oh God it's hot in here...

"... and then we can move to the kitchen... I wonder if there's food in there?"

"Hmm?"

"Tara?"

"Yeah?"

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," the younger sister insisted, but she knew she was not. The longer she sat there, the warmer her body felt, and the worse Rachel smelled to her. Michelle was trying to talk to her to pass the time and distract her but was of little use. "I'm sorry, sis... but one of us has to go." Her glare was aimed harshly at Rachel but Michelle immediately opened her mouth to protest. "God, I want to kick her ass!" As she said this Rachel suddenly looked up at her with some of her old self returning.

"Shut up bitch! I fell into some crazy underground slime bucket!"

"Right where you belong!" Tara shouted back.

"No! Stop!" Michelle rushed between the two of them but the level of madness rose.

"It was a monster pit!" Rachel shouted angrily. "It ate Gina! I barely escaped!"

"I don't know why we rescued you," Tara growled. "You're weak and a bully! You should just right back into that pit with Gina!" Michelle's attention was turned toward Tara when Rachel lunged forward. Before anyone could react, she slapped Tara and then began pulling her hair. Tara had never been one to put up with abuse, but Rachel smelled like raw sewage which had been lit on fire, and it made it hard for her to breathe.

Tara's eyes soon closed and filled with tears. The stench was paralyzing and the pain of the attack drew up a rage she had never known. Blindly she lashed out, savaging flesh, drawing screams which forced the horrid odor to drop back.

When Tara finally opened her eyes, she saw Michelle standing between them. A long crimson line had drawn blood which was now dripping onto the floor. "What... the..." Neither was sure what had happened, until Tara held up her hand and saw that her fingernails had sharpened into claws. For a moment, both of them just stood and stared... then something in Tara's mind snapped. A red haze seemed to drop over her vision. The sight and smell of the blood required action, this drove her forward, but at the end of her lunge was Michelle's arm, which she sank her teeth into... and discovered they were forming into fangs.

A terrible scream erupted from Michelle as she slapped her sister repeatedly in an attempt to drive her off. Though the gesture was useless, it drove Rachel forward and the red-haired girl began hitting Tara repeatedly too. The wretched stench burned Tara's nose and eyes, causing her to release her grip and forcing her back into one of the stalls. The other two suddenly rushed past her and ran down the hall. Tara wanted to chase them, but the smell was too great. She needed to get out of this place... to escape the walls and the odors they contained.

Down the hall she stumbled, her head beat like a tequila fueled hangover. Strange creatures and giggling imps swarmed toward her, but a bestial roar gave them pause and they ended up falling back as she advanced. Forward through the manor she rushed until, at last, she breathed fresh air. The fear of the other monsters would have been odd an hour ago, but for now she could only focus on how good the air smelled and the way her blood screamed for her to run. It like such a good idea, in fact, that she broke into a hard sprint and kept on running until, at last, she was once again at the edge of the woods.

Something else was out there that had not been before. The trees smelled like a campfire and among their shadows she found comfort. All around were things she knew and yet did not know... but why was she here? Weren't these trees dangerous? Was this a place she should be?

As these questions cried impotently in her mind, an alluring scent caused her to turn quickly. There, a mere six feet from her, was the werewolf whose eye she had taken. The single amber eye glared at her, and he bared his fangs to snarl. Tara crouched and growled back, her own teeth showing, causing the creature to pause.

Additional scents filled the air and for a moment she wondered why they all smelled so good. Then, without looking, she knew she was surrounded. The pack had closed in on her and now she was trapped from all sides. But the aggression from before was not with them. And she felt a power in her body... it was strength... it was heat... it was lust.

Waves of animalistic need had begun to swell in her and it brought her to her knees. There was no reason in her mind why she should feel this way, but the males appeared to be responding. From each one a red nub emerged from a furred sheath, and her desire for what they had caused a whimper to resonate from her throat.

Down upon her hands and knees, Tara crouched, curling herself tightly into a ball as searing pain of coursed through her. The crushing of foliage announced the approach as a snout moved up to scent her. She fell forward, exposing her backside so that he could breathe her pheromones. The edges of her human mind fought with the beast which was struggling for control, but neither would go down without a fight.

The large werewolf's snout sniffed and he made a positive noise, but Tara's body was taking in too much information to make a decision. From the reactions of the other's body, she could guess what his senses saw in her. The red nub from his sheath began to pulse forward, filling with blood and gently bobbing with the beat of his heart. Tara licked her lips in wanting desire, but to be taken in such a way... to simply give up without a fight was not her way. The pack would need to conquer her.

A strong musk moistened her thighs and turned her to turn toward what was easily the largest and strongest of the pack... the alpha. His snow white fur and massive build forced her to look at none but him. The bulge in his sheath was kept back, controlled, pissing Tara off as the alpha stepped forward.

Finally, he was close enough for her to feel his body heat, and she knew he was smelling hers. The will to fight was fading. The desire to be conquered was turning into a need to be taken, she had to resist... she had to fight. In a blur of motion, she lunged at him and thrust the claws from both hands into his muscular chest.

A vicious roar of pain erupted from his muzzle and a burst of blood reddened his white coat and sprayed onto her. The warm liquid drove her over the edge of control. Pressing forward, she attacked with repeated blows which tore pieces of his skin. The alpha fell backwards and she pounced. In the dominant position she made eye contact and held him steady. The challenge existed in both of them, but there was excitement in this power and the ways her body controlled his.

While Tara's sex ached with the need of this male, her domination seemed to have weakened him. There was nothing he could do against her authority, and soon, he was hers to command. The victory over the alpha cowed the other males in the pack as well. Submissively they approached her, terrified of her will but too turned on to stay back.

All of them bore their lust... red and glistening... dripping with the lecherous seeds of their desire. Tara could not deny the carnal yearning within herself. Though she planned to bend them to her will, her own cravings would not be denied. A wicked idea formed, and as she forced the former-alpha to stay where he was. Though still mostly human she motioned the others closer, then reached out to them.

Still straddling the largest of the males, she left him prone, and took one throbbing member from the left and the right into each hand. The fever of their blood beat hard through their lust, hardening them painfully as she felt their powerful heart-beats. Lightly, she touched them with her fingers, careful not to give them too much of what they needed... keeping control of them, listening to them growl in carnal delight at her attention.

Whimpering began from all of the others as they watched in desperation. A mean spirited giggle was hers, but soon she was leaning forward, dangling herself over the former-alpha, taking the tip of one of the lesser pack-mates into her mouth and enjoying his taste. Even this werewolf had a strong and musky aroma. The salt of his sweat mixed with the pre-cum which oozed for her. A talented tongue... well practiced from her time with human-boys, knew how to slide along the underside of the shaft. Stimulating the softer parts of flesh until a distinctly familiar twitch told her to lean back and be ready to swallow.

Searing heat jetted out of him, splashing against the back of her throat, filling her mouth too quickly. As her cheeks puffed out, she made a decision. Pushing forward, she allowed some of him to overflow, and leak from her lips, but she sucked the meat of him into her throat, allowing each subsequent blast of seed to fire directly into her stomach. The warmth in her belly made her nethers more wet than she could ever have anticipated. When she finally pulled back she realized he had saturated her sense of smell.

The spent werewolf fell back, but the gift he had given her seemed to speed up her transformation. Muscles began to bulge under her skin as the increasing density of her bones made them heavier. A mixture of human and bestial emotions made her feel like an immortal in a shell. Any moment she would burst from this prison and howl at the moon with her pack-mates... but she needed more. The more of them that was in her the faster she would be free.

The whimpering wolves in her hands looked as if they were ready to pop at any moment. A quick lick to the left, and a fierce jacking of his knot, blasted him right off. Unfortunately the sight of her doing this was too much for the one on the right, and soon his cream splattered all along the right side of her face.

Having released her captives, they both fell back, uncertain what to do next. Tara licked her lips, then rubbed her face with her undershirt. A dim realization noticed more changes, as the backs of her hands had sprouted fur and the fingers were goring longer. The density of her bones increased even further as they began to grow in size. The ribs in her chest expanded, to contain her organs as they began to swell as well. A stab of pure ecstasy toppled her into an explosive orgasm as her pelvic bones widened, tearing out the crotch of her cargo-pants and stretching her panties to their limit.

The beta-male and his subordinate whimpered from where they stood, shuffling back and forth with gleaming pillars of desire. With a savage grin she went eye-to-eye with the beta, demanding he approach. As he closed, Tara put her bottom into the air and wagged it back and forth. As predicted, he could not resist. His claws raked across her, tearing the fabric to pieces, and liberating her sex from it bonds. Soon she could feel his muzzle on her openings. His breath was drew in her scent , and then he began licking her in earnest.

It took a great deal of control for her to keep the former-alpha under control. She did not know how she did so, but she told him that he would be last. His seed would not be plunged out by the others. She would keep all that he gave her as long as he could wait until the end. The white fur rippled as his abdominal muscles flexed to keep his puppy-maker sheathed, but his claws were tearing up the earth which he lay upon.

As the beta slathered her with his tongue, she gathered up the alpha's claws and placed them upon her breasts. In a moment he tore off the fabric and began to cup them. Suddenly Tara could feel the beta's chest on her back and she braced herself for the part of him which she finally was going to allow inside.

An agonizing cry escaped her lungs as the beta thrust energetically into her body. In a single moment, the whole of her being was forced wider than it had ever been, and despite the widening of her body, he was still too large for her to comfortably handle. Gasps of anguish coughed out of her as she swayed forward then back. The great mass seemed to be crushing her both inside and out, and she was forced to squeeze her eyes as tightly as she could to prevent tears from spilling out onto the alpha she was supposed to be subduing... former-alpha she reminded herself FORMER-alpha! I am the alpha... not him... I AM THE ALPHA!

The mounting brute did not seem to understand her distress as he knocked the wind from her lungs. But as she began to contemplate escape, a sharp bark from the former-alpha caused the beta to freeze in place. Through she could still feel his excited pulse beat through their connection, he had stopped destroying her insides. Tara collapsed forward onto the former-alpha's chest. Though drenched in her pheromones, she only felt the tip of his rigid wolf's-head pressed up against the fur above her painfully stretched sex.

The paws Tara had placed upon her breasts began to move. Powerful hands massaged the muscles underneath. Horrible claws lightly grazed her surface, teasing her senses and increasing her desire. A strangely relaxing sensation began to flow through Tara as the former-alpha's paws began running up and down her body, stimulating her in ways which seemed to take the edge off of her heat. It had not occurred to her that biology classes about wolf-pack mating rights would transfer to the werewolves, leaving an alpha as the only pack-member with experience at handling females.

The snow-white paws quickly proved their knowledge of her terrain. He understood the body that she was growing into better than she did, and soon she was seeing star-bursts behind her eyelids as they clenched from an orgasm which ambushed her without warning.

A series of animalistic sounds escaped her as the sensation spread through her veins. More changes followed this release and soon two pairs of half-formed nipples budded to the surface. The former-alpha stimulated these as he moved. Slowly he stroked her with easy attentions that almost made her forget the brute still lodged in her entrance like a clog in a pipe. But as his attentions moved her, the airtight seal inside of her body began to loosen, and soon, the beta began to slide slowly back and forth.

The beta-male was learning from his better, and soon, he too was slowly scratching Tara's back, easing her into her new form as blond fur grew in thickly and her tail finally emerged. As the changes worked their way toward completion, Tara felt her jaws push forward and soon she had a fearsome muzzle filled with a long lolling tongue as well as razor sharp teeth.

When the changes stopped the beta became too excited to keep it slow and he thrust forward aggressively once more. An aggressive snarl accompanied a twist and squeeze as Tara expelled him out of her body. Now that the sizes were right, she raised her tail and guided the beta into her bowl where his lesser seed belonged. As this filthy pleasure slid into place, Tara cupped the sheath of the former-alpha and pealed back his resistance.

What emerged filled her sizable paw, and she rewarded his patience, placing his maleness into the position of honor which led to where he belonged. The beta grew stiffened and grew more obedient when he realized what was happening. Submissive instincts caused him to sync up with the alpha... his alpha... Tara's alpha. Her breeding instinct moving at his pace, and soon, the beta was also moving in an effort to please all involved.

Tara felt mighty as the pair of powerful males slid in and out of her lower openings, then a pitiful call reached her ears. One poor pack-mate was left unsatisfied, whimpering submissively with a bulge which caused him pain. Realizing the potential of the situation, she called him over. Once more she leaned forward... easily taking the wayward creature into her mouth... her fully formed muzzle sucking in all of him... her lolling tongue slipping forward over his scrotum, along his taint, and dabbing his tail-hole.

Now all three of her openings were filled with desire. The strongest male moved at the pace of the female, and soon, her six breasts were swaying gently as her males pressed in from all sides. The three males moved as one with their alpha. Their hearts beat hard as they filled the accepting vessel and Tara could not believe the feeling of this type of mating. One by one, each of the males peaked in her body. First she drank from the lowest ranking male in her muzzle, then her rump was filled with the beta's hard earned moment of glory. Finally, as the others pulled away, it was just her and the former-alpha.

As they mated, she knew there was nothing former about this male. The only reason she had won was because he had allowed it. The power of the pack rose up from his body, slamming into her with the authority he had earned. The she-wolf's body gave in to his, shuttering and panting; soaking the base of their connection so that his knot could slip in and swell into place. The bloodline of generations of warriors splashed into the back of her womb. Knotted securely in place, she knew his potency would not escape. As she swelled with his vigor, a surge of pride overtook her as his pedigree sowed itself in her belly.

At last exhaustion overwhelmed her, and she slumped forward to settle on the alpha's chest. The stalwart knot remained fixed in her body as the warmth of his progeny swam deeper inside of her. The battle for supremacy was over, and finally, she allowed herself to drift off to sleep.