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From her place in the sky, she could see caribou running in the distance, as small as ants. Beneath her a wolf looked up at her, tracing her movements in the air with his gaze. After a while her wings got tired, and Grace landed lightly in the snow next to him, her claws making a light crunching sound as she made two new prints in the fresh layer of powder. She was small in stature, only standing about 5'3. She resembled a human in stature and shape, but the rest of her was bird. her arms and legs were scaly and bare from the elbow and ankle down, respectively. Her leg was proportioned like a bird, the knee set higher up, the ankle acting as the main joint of the leg, folding the opposite way as a normal "knee". Resting upon Grace's back were two almost 5 foot wings that gave her a 11 and a half foot wingspan from tip to tip. Her face was that of a bird's as well, sporting a beak, and larger, dark colored eyes. The fleeting sun reflected off her black feathers, causing her to appear almost blue toned. She still couldn't stop looking at her new body. This must be why blueish-black is called "raven". She thought to herself.

"Why am I already so tired, just from this short flight?" She asked the wolf, entering the cave behind him.

Arro resumed his half human, half wolf state, and set about cooking the meat he had captured previously. If he had not had company he would not have bothered with cooking the meat. "Your wings are still new," he replied as he cut portions of the meat off the leg with his claws and pushed them onto a pointed stick. "It will take a lot of exercise before you can use them to their full potential. Like a new wolf, whose pads are still soft, they need to be worn in with use." He rested the spit of meat over the fire, turning it occasionally to cook it evenly.

"Do you think eventually my wings will be strong enough to get me out of this wasteland?" she hated the cold, being born in Florida she had lived all of her life in the hot, humid bayou. She had been adopted by a couple who lived in Alaska, and while she didn't dislike them, every day was a challenge living here. Although with her new form the cold didn't have as much of an impact on her, She missed the friends she had made down south. The beauty of seeing the world in bloom. The changing of the seasons. Here there was just cold and colder. Dark and darker.

"Our kind has incredible endurance and strength. I think, once you wear them in, you could go wherever you wanted." He offered her a chunk of cooked meat, which she took and ate hungrily. He gave her the whole stick, opting to eat the raw meat remaining on the leg.

She spent the following months between two worlds, Her "parents" were very much afraid for her being out all day in the blizzard, the night that she changed. She told them she had sheltered in a cave, and that's why she had been gone so long. She did not mention the wolf, her transformation, or nearly drowning, for fear they would never let her leave the house again. Each full moon she spent with Arro running through the woods.

Every day she went for "walks" in the woods, spending long hours of the day with Arro building up her strength. She packed a backpack of items for a trip, food that would keep (jerky, crackers, dried fruit), a canteen, clothing, a bedroll, and money she had earned from various jobs she worked in Florida. She had saved it for a special occasion, and there was no occasion so special as returning home. Eventually she got to where she could fly for five hours at a time without landing, and soon she began practicing while carrying her pack of supplies; She would camp out for days at a time. Summer was coming to a close when she finally felt comfortable for the trip.

Grace had grown to like her adoptive parents, and it hurt her to leave them without saying goodbye. She could just leave, and they would probably search for her, fueled by false hope. She could fake her death, but she hated to scar them like that. She could show them what she had become.. and they would loath her.. fear her.. The thought of that was almost unbearable. At least, she thought, they would no longer feel for her. The feelings of love and loss would be her's to bear. They would forget her. She shook her head in disgust that she had even considered those options. She couldn't break their hearts.

With the passing time she almost had forgotten that her 18th birthday was upcoming. She could live on her own and get away from here. She could wait until then, give them a proper good bye. She would write to them, of course, but she would be away from this eternal winter.

It was the dawn of her birthday. In the early hours of the morning, she came home from her time in the woods. Fetching her pack from her room she found herself face to face with Katie, her adopted mother. The was a pleasant lady, about 43, who couldn't have kids of her own. Katie had blond hair, showing her age slightly, graying at the roots and in need of dyeing again.

"Grace, I'm glad I caught you, I was hoping we could talk." She started, concern in her green eyes at seeing the youth, hand on the door, and a hiker's backpack with her. "I know you've grown fond of your camping trips lately, but we hardly see you anymore. Sweetie, is there something wrong?" The woman looked on the verge of tears. "I know you don't enjoy this environment, but with the time you spent out I thought maybe you were getting used to it.. but I never expected it to go this far... Are you just trying to avoid us?" despite her best efforts, a tear finally did break its way through her facade of composure.

"Mom.." She had taken to calling Katie that after a while, of her own volition. "It's not you, it's just this place. I love you and Dad, you know that... but I miss my friends too. I want to move back to Florida. Between odd jobs here and there I have enough for plane tickets. I have a friend who will board me until I can get a job there and get my own place. I've been talking to him about it all month." which in fact wasn't a total lie.. Arro had offered her use of one of his homes until she could afford one. He had residencies spread all over the country. This one, in fact, was the one he had originally used as a human before he was turned. He actually kept them up with his large wealth he had earned. Werewolves lived a lot longer than humans, and there was always the oddball who would seek him out to pay for his "services".

"Him?" Katie said, her tone of voice very disapproving. "This isn't some guy you met on the internet, is it?"

"Mom.. of course not. I know him in person." she tended to draw out the word "Mom" when she was trying to make a point. "He's a well behaved guy, and our relationship is purely platonic.." That one wasn't entirely true.. since he had turned her they had not done anything of that nature.. but she had dreams where they did...

"Promise me you'll be safe? And please wait for Stan to come home before you leave... He'll be back Friday. Your father will want to say bye to you before you go. And you've got to write to me, you taught me how text after all, and I might forget if you don't text me now and again..."

"Of course I will." she sat beside her mother, wiping the trail of wetness from beneath her emerald eyes. "I wouldn't think of leaving without saying bye to Dad. And you'd have to try and stop me from texting you and Dad."

Katie sighed in defeat, her child leaving finally becoming a reality she was going to have to accept. Grace was 18 now, Katie couldn't keep her here. And trying to do so would be damaging for everyone. "For this week can you please stay home as well? And by that I mean without the camping.. I just want to spend as much time with you as possible."

"I'll try." Grace said, dodging the question. She let her pack slump off her shoulders, catching it with a single hand. She was growing stronger lately, her arms no longer thin, but well built. Not body builder levels.. just maybe fitness instructor levels..

"Thank you." Katie said, taking the pack from her with a single hand, before thinking better of it and using two. "Ung" she grunted under the weight. "What do you have in here, bricks?"

"Most of the weight is water. You get used to carrying a lot of it around when you hike." She relieved her mother of the pack, depositing it upstairs before returning.

Her mother and her watched a movie, and made lunch together, enjoying their time, until eventually it got dark.

Grace set about washing the dishes from dinner, rinsing the last one. Her mom was putting away the dishes, and as Grace offered her the last clean dish Katie stood there, she hesitated a long time her gaze lingered on her adopted daughter, like this plate was the last thing keeping her there. Before eventually taking it, to put it away.

"Well I'm tired. See ya' tomorrow Mom." the teen stated, pulling her into a hug before heading upstairs.

She brushed her teeth and got ready as normal, but as she laid there awake, she couldn't help this nagging itching feeling.

Her thoughts drifted to thinking about Arro and their time together in the wilderness. He always walked about naked.. she was thankful females didn't have to worry about their arousal showing like males did.. His fur did little to conceal his form, leaving nothing to the imagination. Sometimes was had fully human with a furless shaft, the tip uncut... sometimes he was half changed, a sheath covering his pride.. and best of all was when he was fully a wolf... once when he was grooming himself she saw the red tip poke out..

As her thoughts became more and more lost, she slipped her pants down, wiggling them past her hips, and kicking them down to the foot of her bed, under her covers. She reached a tentative hand down to her moist mound as she had many times in the past. This, however, was the first time she had done it since she had been changed. So busy was she with building flight endurance, sneaking out, camping with Arro, that she hadn't really had time for herself. She pushed a finger past her outer folds, brushing against her clitoris. She shivered at the touch, the need becoming greater as she slowly set about pleasuring herself. Her thoughts drifted to what Arrow might look like unsheathed.. to what he might feel like to her fingers.. to what he might feel like inside her.

Her fingers danced about faster now, pushing a finger into herself. As she began to lose herself to the feeling she began changing. Feathers formed on her head, replacing hair. Her skin on her hand changed texture, and she stifled a moan at the increase in stimulation from her slightly textured scaled hand. Regretfully she stopped for a moment, shedding her shirt as well. She didn't want to rip holes in any more of her shirts.. she had done that once when she rapidly transformed while wearing a tight fitting T-shirt. Her shirt joined her pants at the bottom of the bed, under the blankets.

She redoubled her efforts, two fingers pistoning away inside her. Her thumb worked on her sensitive outer button occasionally brushing against it. It felt so good she practically humped her hand, now imagining Arro mounting her pumping into her with his full strength. Her changes came rapidly now, wings swept from her back, extending and twitching as her hand moved in time to the mental image of Arro thrusting. Her tail grew in with the last feathers, as she reclined now fully in her other skin. Finally her efforts were rewarded as her insides clenched around her invading fingers, she let out a low bird-like trill under her breath. She lay there panting a while on her back, before she finally fell asleep.

The sun was starting to filter through, and Grace laid in bed, still waking up.

"Morning Grace, I made us waf-" Katie interrupted herself as she opened the door, surprised at what she saw there, she yelped.

Grace woke with a start, her mind finally catching up to what happened. Her first thought was that her mom had seen her in her feathers.. but as she looked down at herself in a panic, she realized she was naked. Naked and human, thankfully. She pulled the sheets up to her chest. "Mom.." she said, in a why-are-you-still-standing-there-staring, kind of tone.

"Grace I know Dad's not home, but if you're going to be sleeping with some guy in Florida you had better wear clothing!" she scolded, but then realized what she said. "You had better not be sleeping with a guy in Florida at all!" She left with a huff, her cheeks getting red as she closed the door behind her and stomped off down the stairs.

Grace giggled a bit at her wording choice, before hastily getting dressed.

Most of the rest of the week went bye much the same. Each night, however, her fantasies felt more real, and her time alone felt better. Thursday rolled around, and she about went to the same groove of things, she shed her clothing. But this time.. she hesitated. She wanted it to be real. She locked her door, taking only her key to the house on a chain she wore around her neck. She transformed rapidly, the full moon pushing her transformation into overdrive. Soft human skin taken over by feathers in mere seconds. Her human eyes dilating, into a bird's larger eyes. It was almost as if she grew half a foot, the difference being made up by her changing digigrade legs. She let herself out the window, closing it behind her, but not locking it. She was on the second story, and had she not been able to fly, she would have been a fool to use this as an exit. She silently flew out into the wilderness. She was breaking her promise to her mom, she knew.. but it was full moon and she'd be back before Katie knew she was gone.

She landed outside the cave Arro called home, even her silent footsteps brought him to the entry. "Grace, thought you'd be off to Florida already." her friend greeted her, pressing a nose to her scaly palm.

"I thought I would be too. Mom wanted me to wait for Dad to get home so I could tell him good bye."

"What brings you to my den in the middle of the night?" Arro asked curiously. His nostrils flared, and Grace realized he must have smelled the arousal on her.

"Uh.. lately I've been thinking.. of when you changed me.. and.." She started awkwardly.

"I can smell your need.. I want to help you. But only if you want me to." Arro said, ever the gentleman.

"Please Arro, don't make me beg for you, I need.." She cut her self off, feeling embarrassed.

He must have scented that too. "Grace, don't feel ashamed about the needs of your body. You're beautiful, don't ever forget that."

She lifted her tail high, walking past him into the cave, looking over her shoulder. "I can see I'm not the only one who's needy.." she teased, catching the glint off of his red, veined shaft in the fire light. He had apologized the first time it happened on a full moon, he had explained it made him incredibly needy, but usually he was able to resist his bestial urges.. he wouldn't have to tonight.

He padded after her, slowly transforming back toward human as he walked into the shelter of the cave, the transformation was slow and laborious as if he had to fight back the wolf to become human as the full moon boiled in his blood. He had just assumed they'd both be human.. she wasn't so keen on the last time..

"No.. please stay a wolf.. I mean, if it's ok.."

He chuckled, regaining his full wolf appearance the moment it escaped her lips. Of course this time it was her choice. With her being shorter than average, and him being larger than a normal wolf, he stood at her chest. "If that's what you want."

The nestled near the fire, she lay her head on his chest. As she listened to the beating of his heart, many a times when they huddled together for warmth against the bitter Alaskan nights. This time it beat to a different tune, faster, excited. She wasn't quite sure how to start. She thought of the occasional movie she'd seen with a love scene, most of the time the couple would make out.. but that didn't seem so easy with a muzzle and a beak. She opted instead for running her claws through his fur. She scritched behind his ears, down through his thick mane, to his chest. She ran her fingers down to his belly, getting lower and lower. He flopped over on his side for her. She scratched his inner thighs, and for a moment, just a moment, she felt like she was petting a dog. Like she was giving a big friendly dog a tummy rub. Somehow she felt like what she was about to do was wrong.. But as he started returning her affection, his nose near her privates, he snuffled around them. His hot breath on her was intoxicating. The light tickling sensation made her even more needy.

Finally she stroked his sheath, now only covering half of his wolfhood. She pulled it up, and down before cupping his soft orbs in her palm. She rolled them around a bit in her hands, gently caressing their soft exterior. Arro whined from the teasing.

And suddenly there was no more waiting around that either of them could take. Grace propped herself up, getting to her hands and knees. The wolf stood from his lounging state, member sliding farther from its sheath. He carefully on two paws, placing his forelegs over her hips. "I know this is like a first time to you.. since you don't remember...." Arro trailed off awkwardly not wanting to remind her of their run in from before. "I just.. I want this to be good for both of us.. tell me if I'm taking things too fast, OK? I'll try to control myself.."

From her position beneath him, their slightly unstable footing made his tip brush against her, leaving trails of sticky clear wolf pre on her butt. She nodded her reply, feeling ashamed at her thoughts of the previous nights, how he was relentlessly pounding her in her thoughts. Would it feels as good as she imagined it?

His tip drove forward with a few false starts, poking her a few times before it found its mark. At last he sunk in, just a few inches at first. Now that he found his mark, he slowly worked his way in, their combined moisture making the entry painless. Arro would thrust in an inch, pull back and push in an inch farther. She looked over her shoulder at him, he looked like a wild beast. Feral paws over her hips, balancing on his hind legs, shifting his weight from paw to paw as he tried to get the best angle. Everything was so odd, she felt like she was in a dream. A very pleasant dream she didn't want to wake up from. A weird dream where a giant savage wolf pounded away at an odd alien bird girl. And yet somehow this was a part of her life now. She let out an unbridled trill when he thrust particularly deep. There was no one to hear her out here. He whined as he slammed himself into her, pulling her into him with his forelegs, and driving himself deeper with his thrusting hips. Her velvety folds were too much, and he was losing himself to the beast inside. The beast that who had just a few carnal needs.. eating, sleeping, breeding.. the last was the only thing on his mind.

Arro flicked his tongue over her sleek feathered shoulder blade. Grace moaned pushing back into each thrust. Finally it seemed like he bottomed out, getting all of himself into her. She felt small and fragile beneath him, so light and thin, that he might break her.

Grace felt so completely stuffed by the larger creature topping her, each time he pulled almost all the way out she felt a gaping emptiness left behind. Thankfully, the emptiness didn't last long, and each thrust left her wondering how it all fit. Their union was getting wetter, as the large werewolf dripped pre like a faucet directly into her fertile womb. Arro pushed in with a heightened vigor, smashing himself into her harder, as his emerging knot started pushing against the entrance. Grace felt as though someone was trying to fit their entire fist into her, but she pushed back against the assault, eager for more. It took him a dozen or more tries, but finally there was a soft pop sound as the large knot pushed into her. Now the large bulge of meat was wedged firmly into her sensitive inner spot, and each time he pulled against it, it rubbed and pressed on her just right. Soon her Insides were rippling, clinging to the invading shaft as his humping became short, shallow desperate thrusts. With one last push, his tip barely breached her cervix, filling her womb with spray after spray of hot wolf seed. He stepped to the side, turning so that they were rump to rump. His tail flagged high in the air, twitching with each fresh stream of cream. It took a long time for him to taper off. Finally when he had his mind about him, he half transformed back matching her appearance, half beast half human. They moved so they could rest, her back against his chest, knot still firmly wedged beneath her tail. She fell asleep in his arms.