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Victor awoke, his mind muddled. He blinked back what felt like the deepest sleep and yawned, his hand reaching instinctively to cover his mouth. Or, it would have had that hand not been restrained by the wrist with leather cuffs. Victor blinked and found the situation was much the same for the rest of his limbs. His arms were raised above his head and away from each other, bound to a cold wall he felt his back brush up against. His legs were spread apart, too, mirroring his arms so that opposite appendages formed a diagonal line of sorts, his body an X. Abruptly he shivered because it was quite cold down here, and dark too, wherever here was.He wriggled against his bindings, but his muscles were far too restrained to provide any help here. It certainly wasn't his basement; he liked it a little rough but he would never set up a dungeon. Neither did it seem his girlfriend Scarlett's style either.

Scarlett, where was Scarlett?

He recalled where he had been before all of this. He had been at Scarlett's, yes, she had made him a nice meal and he had ate it and afterwards left her to do the dishes while he watched the game. The last thing he remembered was her stepping into his peripheral vision, a small frown on her face. He thought he might have seen her wiggle her fingers but he couldn't be sure. Now here he was, bound to a wall and naked too--he hadn't seen his package so small since before puberty. He felt annoyance started to build at his lack of control and then Scarlett stepped into view.

"Scarlett?" he said, and there she stood below him, looking the same as she always did. That is, the same as he always saw her; cute but a little nerdy looking with those small spectacles that often fell down her nose, but at least she had a decent pair of breasts that made up for her apparent geekiness and an ass that mean he didn't always regret her walking away after a fight. She was also dressed as she always was, mostly casually so that she appeared mostly average, though he knew better. Even if she was kind of a bitch, she was worth it.

"Scarlett!" he said, louder. "What's going on?"

Scarlett stared up at him, pushing her glasses up when they slipped down. She was silent and in that moment Victoor wondered if this was a dream. A strange, nearly sexy dream though he wished it was her bound up instead of him.

"Victor," she said. "Hi."

"Uh.." Victor mumbled. "Hi? Babe, why--"

"Don't babe me," she snapped. "Don't think you can sweet talk your way out of this."

"Out of what? Babe--"

Scarlett silenced him with a pointed glare. Victor rattled his bonds, unsure what else to do.

"This is what you deserve," she said, her grim demeanor fading to a small, calm grin. "I know you, Victor, maybe better than you know yourself." She shook her head. "I thought I could help you out, you see."

"Help me out?" Victor said. "With what?"

"With...with everything!" Scarlett exclaimed. "I thought you had a heart somewhere, Vic, but..." She shook her head sadly. "I know, Vic. I know. I know you call me 'the Bitch' when you're out there smoking and drinking and cavorting with your friends."

"Scarlett...look, I--"

"And why? Because I ask for perfectly normal things like a thanks here and there, some basic acknowledgement that I'm a person too and not some meal dispense or a toy to cuddle and fuck when you feel like it."

"That's not true!" Victor bellowed. "I don't--"

"But you do. I know you. I know about the other women you causally slept with while you were with me without any regards to their feelings or mine. I know you call me a bitch." Her lips curled up, her smile now far more sinister. "I know you, but you don't know me."

While Victor thought of how he might contest this Scarlett took her glasses off. She continued to stare at him, her lips pursed as she murmured something.

In the next moment, Victor watched in disbelief as Scarlett's clothes fluttered and faded away, dissolving into nothingness. Then Scarlett tossed her glasses away and they too vanished into nonexistence, leaving her totally nude before him.

VIctor's happiness at such a sight soon returned to confusion. Her body shimmered with golden light, and in that light Scarlett changed. While she had always been taller than the average woman, her height increased, her long, slender legs stretching longer still while the rest of her body shifted to be in proportion with her new height of almost six and a half feet. Her breasts swelled larger and firmer than before as her blond hair lengthened, shining locks falling all the way down to her bigger butt. Lasty, her ears extended, their previously rounded ends thinning out into fine points.

Victor gaped at the sight. While Scarlett had already been beautiful, now she was so much more. She was downright gorgeous, her large shape otherworldly in its perfection. She smirked at his reaction, swinging her hips a little this way and that.

"This," she said in a voice that was more melodic than before. "Is me. The real me."

Victor blinked. This had to be a dream.

"It's not a dream, Vic," she said. "I am what you see. I'm..." She paused. "From somewhere else but I like it here better. I liked you better." She sighed. "I thought you were the one." Her expression hardened. "But you weren't, not how you are now at least."

She held up a hand and something materialized into her grip, a large brown leather collar upon which hung a golden tag that had a large, nearly heart shaped "V" inscribed into it. She smirked that same sinister smile.

"You called me the bitch. I'll show you what a bitch really is."

"Wait," Victor said, struggling futilely against his bond. He wasn't sure what was going to happen next, but whatever it was couldn't be good. "Scarlett, stop, don't--"

"Quiet, Vic," Scarlett said and Victor fell silent, thought not of his own accord. She advanced upon him, still smirking as he tried to figure out why he couldn't speak. By the time he had reclaimed his voice, she stood before him. She reached up and placed the collar around his neck and there it stayed, though it hung a little loose.

"There," she said, and stepped back, appearing quite pleased with herself. Though Victor was entranced by her beautiful form--why couldn't she always look like that?--he forced something out of his mouth.

"Scarlett," he said. "Take this stupid collar off and let me down. We can talk about this, you don't need to--" "Shush," Scarlett said, holding up a hand. Again Victor's voice slipped away, so all he could do was watch as she wiggled her fingers.

Immediately afterwards warmth began to flow from the collar, out of it and into him. It felt good, pleasant, but here was something wrong with it, something he couldn't quite comprehend. So, instead of worrying he just let himself feel the warmth. It was better than being cold least. In a matter of moments, the warmth had totally covered him.

Abruptly, spots of warmth became warmer still, staring at his neck. He his head down to look but he couldn't quite see anything until the warmer wave swept down past his collar to the top of his torso. Small white hairs had begun to grow out, small and find in a little numbers at first. Then they began to proliferate rapidly, a wave of white fur covering his skin where the warm wave rolled through. He gasped, the sensation pleasant even as he watched his defined muscles fall away into white furred smoothes, his waist tapering in just the slightest bit.

Victor wiggled his toes as points of warmth sprouted there too. The bones of his legs cracked uncomfortably and his heels raised while his thick calves fell into slender smoother shape, fine black fur growing upon them all the while. The fur grew up and down, fading to white as it reached his thickening thighs and changing feet. He wiggled his toes again. his nails deformed, growing out into black lupine claws. His feet tickled slightly as the white fur finished folding over his skin and then ached as they stretched out, black pads pushing out beneath heel sand digits. He groaned as his legs grew out, longer and slimmer and totally covered by black and white fur that crept up his heips.

It was when Victor's hips cracked and widened that Scarlett moved from merely observing the transformation to participating. She forward and placed her hands upon his black furred hips, long, delicate fingers poking playfully the fur before pulling, coaxing his hips further and further apart.

"Scarlett," Victor murmured, the warmth having left his mind murky and susceptible. He looked down at her and knew he should feel fear, but the sight of her bought him a sort of peace. She was helping him, bring him closer to--

Victor shook his head angrily, the golden tag upon his collar bouncing and ringing. He opened his mouth to speak, but all he could do was snarl as white fur crept up to his neck, around his chin and ending at below his nose where black fur began to sprout above it. His nose shrank down, black and wet now as his jaws pushed out into a lupine muzzle that could truly snarl. He grit his teeth together and felt them press out, sharper and harder, especially his canines that twisted into a long pair of cruel fangs. The hair on his head was not subsumed by the fur but grew out with it. Its brown hue darkened to black at the top and white near the edge and ends as it grew out longer and longer so that it fell down to his shoulders now. His fur covered ears, black save for the white fur inside, wriggled and relocated, moving further up his lupine cranium as they refined into mostly triangular shapes. His tongue lolled out of his muzzle and he panted angrily as he caught sight of his doglike snout at the center of his vision. That witch bitch was turning him into some sort of dog!

"Scarlett!" Victor barked, his rage very real as he looked down at her. She paid him little mind, calmly caressing his waist so that his side subtly shifted into curvier form. He snarled and barked again, his sharp teeth clicking together and ears laying back. He blinked his eyes over and over as his blue pupils brightened to green and he began to slightly drool.

"SCARLETT!" he barked again, writhing against his bonds, fingers clenching together as nails darkened and curled out into long claws, black fur running down slimming shoulders to his arms. "LISTEN TO ME!"

Scarlett simply smiled and dropped her hands to his white-furred crotch. All of Victor's bravado left as she grabbed his white lupine sheath and grabbed his balls. She squeezed and he whimpered. It didn't really hurt as much as he thought it might have, but there was something in that gesture that left him deflated. He nervously licked his chops, his ears anxiously lifting forward.

"Scarlett?" he whimpered, his voice smaller and higher than before. The collar had warmed up more, and he felt his neck thickening so that it finally fit. "Scarlett, I--"

"Shhh," she murmured, giving his testicles another squeeze. For the third time Victor whimpered. His crotch suddenly felt tight and uncomfortable as his furred sheath pressed up against it and Scarlett began to press along with whatever force was playing at his genitals. There was some relief and he wasn't certain why until he saw that his sheath was shrinking away. He whined, noticing for the first time that his frame had become very feminine. He had wide, child-bearing hips, a pinched in waist, thick thighs and a distinct lack of the large muscles he had possessed earlier. He shook his head uncertainly and the tag on his collar rang.

"It's ok," Scarlett murmured, pressing in on his sheath harder. Victor whined again as his junk slipped away out of sight, but certainly not out of mind. He wondered where it could have gone, something so integral to his identity, something that he had always possessed that was now simply...gone, his crotch smooth and pleasant with its white fur. Scarlett pet at his fur smiling and then suddenly pressed two fingers into where his sheath had once been. He gasped as he felt her fingers slip into something warm and wet. She pressed in farther still and Victor howled in pleasure, especially as her feminine slit split open, molding into a visible vulva with black, puffy lips. Scarlett withdrew her fingers and Victor whined, wanting more. That small intrusion hadn't been enough--she needed to feel it again and with something harder and longer.

While Scarlett had left Victor's new womanhood alone, there were still imprints of the event making their way through the new girl's mind. In that instant where part of Scarlett had been in her, something had changed. Victor had always been the dominant one in the relationship, the force that drove what they did or failed to do. Now Victor felt more submissive to Scarlett, subservient even though barely any words had been exchanged between the two. It wasn't was because Victor was female now either; rather, that brief moment of pleasure and it subsequent removal showed that Scarlett had the power and with it a promise of further pleasure. It was difficult for Victor to feel angry at Scarlett anymore. What she was doing was giving her a gift, something that she had never wished for but now desperately wanted. Still, there was some internal struggle, a portion of Victor's domineering personality that refused to be dominated himself but it was losing, slowly but surely.

So Victor continued to whine, bucking her hips and clenching her hands together as they twisted into paws, black fur flowing from her elbows to her wrists, her digits growling longer and more slender, their surface covered by white fur.

"Ha," Scarlett laughed, staring up at the wanton dog-girl. "You're not even finished and you're almost my bitch."

Bitch. The word echoed in Victor's mind, gaining purchase as it twisted its mental meaning. She had used it to describe another, but the gorgeous goddess that stood below her was not a bitch, no. Then what was a bitch? Who was the bitch?

Scarlett smiled, her hands tracing momentarily over Victor's sex, causing the lupine to shiver and shudder, before they ended up higher above her hips. Victor howled as pleasure pinpricks of warmth pressed out at eight symmetrical points down her chest and behind her back at the base of her spine. Her nipples ached, suddenly puffy and pink as three more sets of nipples grew into existence where the points on her chest ached. The flesh beneath them began to swell, forming into palpable lumps while a small nub pressed out above her rear. She wriggled her rear, feeling as it and the lumps filled out so that she had a larger, firmer ass and eight soft hemispheres. The top was the largest with each one down being smaller than the last even though all were still growing. Scarlett touched the smallest breast and there it stopped in its growth, barely visible. She waited a bit and then squeezed at the next set, likewise halting its swelling. She squeezed it and Victor moaned and then she moved onto the penultimate set. She merely momentarily rubbed her hands against these breasts before reaching up and grabbing at Victor's largest, fullest set of breasts where a woman's pair normally were. Instead of stopping like the others, however, they continued to grow as Scarlett fondled them, her fingers playing across Victor's sensitive and hard nipples. Victor moaned, feeling electrical tingles send straight down to her crotch, which was becoming rather heated from the stimulation. Larger and larger her breasts swelled until Scarlett removed her hands. Then and only then did they stop, swaying and weighing there, large and firm.

Scarlett examined her handiwork and tilted her head. She smiled, petting at Victor's fur.

"You're almost there, Vic," she said. "But I'd like you a little larger."

She wiggled her fingers. Immediately, Victor felt another surge of warmth roll over her body and mind both. The nub pressing out above her full rear finally surged, pushing out and out as fur black fur sprouted from it, long and thick. Victor quivered with each inch her tail grew even as the rest of her body grew, her surroundings seeming to shrink as her proportions increased. Her bones cracked, skin tugged, and muzzle lengthened as her mind likewise continued in its course. The seed of subservience spread its roots, reaching into memories of Scarlett and he, especially those of extreme emotion. It fed off those few times where he had been uncharacteristically loving and kind and caring, and diluted those where he had been cruel or uncaring, going so far as to make the worst of them inaccessible. With careful tweaks and the help of the feminine hormones that were flowing throughout her body, Victor began to see Scarlett as less of a lesser and more of an equal. But no, that wasn't right, it was the other way around--she was the lesser, the subservient one, the bitch. She whimpered and whined, her love for women twisting and weaving and wrapping around into a love for solely Scarlett no matter her form. Scarlett was no longer a hole to put her dick (or lack of) or someone to hang around when she was feeling too lazy to cook, but someone to love, love so much that she had to bow to the power of adoration and devotion, to place Scarlett's wants and needs before her own. After all, she was just a bitch, a warm, wanton one, but a bitch nonetheless.

What was the bitch? Who was the bitch? The bitch was she.

The surge of warmth had ended. Victor's transformation was complete. She was nearly seven feet tall from lupine cranium to pawed feet. There she hung uncomfortably in her cuffs, her arms longer and lankier now, her tail fluffy and full above a gropeable rear, and her breasts were no longer too large for her proportions. Her body was totally covered in warm black and white fur that ensured the basement's cold didn't leave her shivering, and her pussy pulsed with warmth and need. She resembled a wolf woman, more wolf than human, even if her pattern was like no true wolf. Her attention was solely focused on Scarlett as she gazed longingly at the woman, though she daren't say a word. There must be some reason she hung here, a reason Scarlett had placed her here.

Scarlett wiggled her fingers and Victor fell. She landed on her hands and knees with a yelp, the leather cuffs still wrapped around her wrists and ankles but at least she was no longer hung up on the wall. She wagged her tail and looked up at Scarlett.

"Oh, Vicki," Scarlett cooed. "You came out wonderfully."

Vicki. The name bit into her mind and stayed there, part of her now. It wasn't far from what she had been known by before.

"Y-yes..." Vicki began, her voice high-pitched though possessing a snarl. She stared up at Scarlett and the bitch knew she couldn't call her that, couldn't call the woman her name. The bitch wasn't deserving of that, not when the woman was her...her...

Mistress.

"Yes, mistress," Vicki said, lowering her head. "Thank you, mistress."

There was silence. Then:

"Vicki."

The she-wolf looked up expectantly.

"Are you a good girl?"

Vicki nodded, tongue lolling out and breasts bouncing. She wagged her tail happily.

"Yes, mistress," she barked. "I am a good girl, that I--"

"No."

Vicki froze. She whined.

"No, not yet," Scarlett said. "You can't just say it. It's doing it, you understand?"

Vicki nodded.

"Good," Scarlett said. "Then sit, bitch."

Vicki shuddered at the word and felt a flush of heat rush into her nethers. She obediently sat back, resting her plush rear against the cold ground while she spread her legs a little and and placed her forepaws alongside her feet. She panted and gazed up at Scarlett, panting and feeling a little aroused.

"You liked that didn't you?" Scarlett giggled.

Vicki nodded, her ears lower. "Yes, mistress."

"Nothing to be ashamed of, Vicki. You like me don't you?"

Vicki nodded again, more enthusiastically. She looked up to her mistress with admiration, wishing she was so perfectly shaped, but she was just a dirty dog. There was nothing to be jealous or envious about, she merely held adoration.

"Now that's a good girl," Scarlett said.

Vicki felt that same rush of heat.

"Now..." Scarlett murmured. "Down, girl."

Vicki immediately laid forward, whining as her breasts and nipples rubbed the cool ground. She rested her head flat against the floor, but still stared up at her mistress, squirming a bit as she unconsciously ground her moist slit against the ground.

"You like this, don't you?" Scarlett taunted. "You like being the bitch. I always knew it."

A bit of the old Victor resurfaced then, but it was quickly subsumed because Scarlett spoke the truth. Her mistress's commands aroused her and she just couldn't help it being the bitch that she was.

"Stand."

Vicki jumped to her feet and yelped as her breasts bobbed roughly. She stood before her master, rubbing her thighs together to stave off her arrival but otherwise unmoving, waiting obediently for the next command. Scarlett laughed and looked up at the larger and taller wolf woman.

"You're a big girl, Vicki, a big bitch. I bet you could last a while, no?"

Vicki nodded. "Whatever you wish, mistress, I--"

"Quiet!" Scarlett snarled. "When did I give you permission to speak?"

Vicki whimpered and fell silent, her discomfort at the bite in her mistress's voice overruled by her ever-growing heat. She loved her mistress, why couldn't she see it?

"Look down, Vicki," Scarlett said. "What does that tag say?"

Vicki glanced down and saw the gold tag and the "V" inscribed upon it. A name jumped into her mind, but it was the wrong one and so she brushed it away. It had to mean Vicki, what else? She stayed silent, however.

"Vicki?" Scarlett said. 'What does it say?"

Still the wolf stayed quiet. Scarlett smiled and nodded her approval.

"Speak."

"Vicki!" Vicki barked. "It's me, mistress!"

"Yes, it does. Why do you think that name is there? Why do you think you're wearing a collar?"

"Because..." Vicki whined, claws scratching against the golden tag as she thought. "Because I...I belong to you?"

"Yes, yes!" Scarlett crowed. "You belong to me."

Vicki shivered, one paw dropping to her crotch. Her clawed hand nearly touched her quivering feminine lips, but it shied away at the last moment. Something in her mind prevented her from coming into contact with her feminine sex, the last vestige of herself that refused to acknowledge that she was fully female and lupine too. Mostly, however, it was because her mistress was watching and even though they were both naked it was improper to do something so lewd in front of her.

"And why," Scarlett continued. "Is that?"

Vicki shook her head, not understanding. She whimpered, her ears flattening.

"Vicki, Vicki..." Scarlett clicked. "You know this, I know you do. So, speak. Tell me what you are."

Oh! Vicki knew that! "Bitch!" she barked.

"Yes, again!"

"Bitch, mistress, I'm your bitch!"

This was all becoming too much for the she-wolf. She stood there, shivering and quivering with her thighs pressed together, one of her hands playing with a breast as she tried to work off some of the arousal. It was all pointless, however, because she need her mistress's help, and her mistress seemed all too content to tease her and Vicki was content to be teased because that's what the mistress wanted.

"Yes, yes you are." Scarlett motioned to Vicki. "Come, Vicki."

Vicki whined and tentatively stepped forward, walking awkwardly so as not to rub in the wrong (or right) places.

"No!" Scarlett shouted. "Walk like a good girl."

Vicki immediately dropped to all fours and padded over to Scarlett with her tail between her legs. This method of travel wasn't that much better, for she kept being tempted to press her breasts and crotch against the ground. Still, she made it over to her mistress.

"Good girl," Scarlett said, arousing Vicki further. Her mistress leaned down and grabbed at her collar, tugging at its leathery surface. "Now come."

Vicki let herself be led, following Scarlett through the basement and to a set of stairs. She clambered up them, sniffing the air as she did so and loving the smell of her mistress that flowed before her. When they reached the top of the stairs she sniffed again and smelled something sweaty and masculine, though whomever it belonged to had since departed. She whined lowly, wondering if her mistress had one who loved her more than she, an infrequent visitor who wasn't a bitch like she was.

Still they continued, her claws scrabbling on the wooden floors of a hallway until they turned into another room. It was a well-lit room, containing a comfortably large bed that smelled strongly of her mistress, and a bit of that older smell too.

"Go ahead, girl," Scarlett said, pointing to the bed. "Up."

Vicki moved towards the bed and then looked back. Did this mean--?

"Now, girl," Scarlett snapped. "Up!"

Vicki loped and sprang upon the bed. She sighed as she landed upon it, for it was so soft, so comfortable, and somehow so familiar. She dug her nose into the sheets and dug a deep smell of her mistress's scent.

"Down, girl," she heard Scarlett say.

Vicki shivered and tried to do as her mistress commanded, but she just couldn't. It was easy enough to rest her breasts and chest against the soft bed, but her rear kept raising up and up as if she were presenting herself, and in truth that's what was happening. Vicki whimpered, knowing that she was being a bad bitch, because she should be giving, not receiving and here she was begging for something she didn't deserve. She looked back to her master with apprehension in her green eyes, her tongue lolling out mournfully.

The she-wolf was surprised to find that Scarlett smiled at the sight of her presenting herself like the wanton bitch she was. Her mistress smiled and rubbed her hands together. She said something in a low voice that even Vicki's sensitive ears weren't able to pick up.

In the next instant, a shadow seemingly fell over Scarlett. Her entire form wavered as if she wasn't really there and then abruptly exploded outward into hulking black shape. Vicki yelped, for where her mistress had once been stood a muscular male werewolf with fur the color of the darkest night. He stepped forward, his large red, stiff member peeking out of its sheath. Vicki sniffed and smelled his manly musk that nevertheless reminded her of her mistress. Her slit began to drip as she stared at him, and the she-wolf wished he would come closer, but he came to a stop even as more and more of his member revealed itself. She stared at it lustfully.

"You want me, don't you, bitch?" the male wolf growled, his voice deep and powerful. "You want me to fill you, yes?"

Vicki whimpered and shook her head. No, she had to save herself for her mistress but...wasn't this her mistress? Was he her? Was she him?

"Beg for it," the wolf commanded and in that instant she knew the answer was yes. "Beg, Vicki."

Vicki finally broke down.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she barked, waving her rear and holding up a fat, swollen breast, any pretense of modesty lost. "Take me, master, fill me, make me yours! Make me your mate!"

The wolf stood still chuckling, his member erect and ready.

"Please, please, please," she cried out, each word coming out faster than the last. "Mate me! Mate me! Make me your bitch!"

"Hmph," the wolf grunted, his muzzle a toothy smile as he looked to her with his glowing yellow eyes. "Are you sure?"

"Yes! Please! Please! Yes! Master, master, master, I am your bitch!"

The male nodded and then leapt. He landed behind her, gripped her hips roughly as he turned her over on the bed. She howled as he reached up and grabbed her top set of breasts, giving them a hard squeeze before moving in and impaling her hot, pulsing slit with his stiff cock. It slid in easily, her walls far more than lubricated. She howled again as he pressed in, deep for a first thrust, far deeper than Scarlett had ever inserted her fingers. Vicki arched her back, claws grabbing at the sheets while her tail thumped excitedly against the bed. He pulled out and then was in again, even deeper this time, his thick member straining her warm, wet inner walls. Still she pulled herself closer to him, wrapping her legs around his hips and moaning and howling as he squeezed her breasts harshly again. She bucked her hips, wanting more, begging for more, and receiving what she wished. As he pushed in further, he leaned forward and licked at her lower nipples, eliciting further moans.

Then, the male suddenly pulled out, leaving Vicki writhing and moaning and feeling oh-so empty. She looked up at him and tried to speak, but no words could form, only bestial barks, pleas for more and more he willingly gave.

He pressed into her again and this time she rose up slightly and embraced him. They shared a sloppy, snouty kiss as he thrust in and out of her, the tempo of their lovemaking increasing with each passing second. Their kiss ended just as soon as it started, and afterwards the male leaned in and bit at her neck, drawing no blood but merely a mixture of pain and pleasure. It was the final part that the pair needed and in the next moment the male shuddered. Vicki held onto him tight and they both howled in mingled passion as his seed spilled into her womb, a fertile rush of warmth that left the she-wolf at the peak of pleasure. She collapsed back onto the bed in a pleasurable daze while the male werewolf pulled out and came to rest beside her, his strong arms reaching out to cuddle her close. She let him cuddle her close, wanting nothing more than to be in his strong grip. In this proximity they rested, the pair only occasionally murmuring grunts of pleasure before they fell asleep.

Sometime later, Vicki awoke and found that the large male werewolf that had been cuddling her prior was gone. Instead in his place was a familiar woman, one who looked a little geeky but cute in the way she slept. Vicki sniffed at her mistress and noticed that she shivered. Knowing just what to do, the she-wolf snuggled and wrapped herself around the sleeping woman so that her fur would keep her mistress's exposed skin warm no matter the cold. She barked a quiet, happy bark so as not to wake her mistress and closed her eyes, so happy to be so close to satisfy her mistress so, even if her mistress couldn't quite appreciate it at the moment. It scarcely mattered, for all that mattered to her, all that she adored was in her arms. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, content with being her mistress's bitch.

Once Vicki had gone almost completely completely still, Scarlett opened her eyes just the slightest bit. She smiled at the she-wolf that cuddled her so closely and the warmth that came along with it. She placed a hand upon Vicki's head and began idly scratching at her ears. There had always been some doubt in her mind that the collar and the magic she had imbued it with would work, but it had worked wonderfully. In truth, it had proven more potent than she had hoped. "Vicki" had really taken to her new role with much less resistance than she had expected, so much so that she didn't have to put any effort in maintaining the spells upon the collar--they were absorbed into Vicki now, a very real part of her. Her smile broadened. Perhaps she should have done this much, much earlier especially if Vicki had always been a bitch inside. It hardly mattered, however. She ceased her scritchings and cuddled closer to her new pet, the last thoughts of just what she could do with Vicki in the future keeping that smile in place as she too fell fast asleep.