FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

Urban exploration was a hobby possessed by the brave or the stupid. Looking at the target of their visit made it hard to discern which case this would be. The house stood out in the middle of an overgrown grass field, making it easy to spot between the waning twilight and bright shine of a rising full moon. Although the dirt road leading up to it had long since been overgrown from years of disuse. That made driving a rented hybrid remotely close a royal pain.

Everything about this idea seemed stupid to Jason. All she came here armed with were flashlights and transformative pepper spray that turned the recipient into a tiny gecko lizard. A bit too dangerous in case squatters happened to be lurking about. Such dim lighting made it hard to tell at a glance if the old two floored home was actually abandoned.

And still, she found herself killing the engine before climbing out of the compact car. The passenger side door opened as well, letting a white feline decorated in pink markings join her. Sorsha paused to stretch her arms out towards the heavens, relishing a deep breath of fresh wild air.

"Gosh damn, I love nights like this." Sorsha turned back towards the car to pull out her long wooden staff from the backseat. With a bump of the hips, she closed the door as her hands were busy fondling the magical tool like a lover. "You can see almost everything in this moon light."

"Almost," Jason said with a sigh. She busied herself also slipping on a backpack before switching on a flashlight clipped to one strap.

She had only been talked into this little house exploring adventure because her friend Desmond had mentioned its previous owner was an OCD hoarder. Another scientist that had gone a bit too self-impulsive to collect and tamper with everything technological.

Desmond himself had declined to come along with this little night incursion. Instead, he bribed the cat girl to provide necessary aid and possible protection from dangers. Then again, Sorsha's track record for helpfully using magic was rather small. It took a lot of coaxing just to get her scrawny butt in jean shorts and a tank top. Apparently, clothes were a form of heresy to her Wiccan spirits of power.

Or she was an amazingly stubborn pervert. Either way, Jason still felt some relief to not go through a rotting old house alone by moonlight.

"Ugh! What a blasted mess." Jason stomped to the entrance only to find a severe lack of a door. Instead, the frame was blocked by mounds of everyday items piled up to her waist. There was barely a wooden floor visible to walk on. She was grateful to have had the foresight to wear high boots for this. "If I wanted to wade hip-deep in the garbage I would have cleaned that crawl space in my own lab."

A fluttering filled the air. Jason looked up only to get bonked on the nose by Sorsha's bare foot pads. Magical butterfly wings had been conjured around her heels, giving Sorsha the advantage of levitating over garbage deeper into the home.

"Oh don't be such a sour patch." Sorsha waved her staff causing a bright light to manifest at its crescent-curved head. "This is supposed to be an adventure."

"Easy for you to say, you can fricken fly."

Sorsha rolled her eyes, bringing the head of her staff around in a flashy twirl at Jason.

The silence around them exploded into an orchestra of scrapping metal that made Jason jump. All the junk piles that surrounded her moved with unnecessary speed into a slam against the nearest walls. In two seconds Jason suddenly found herself standing in an almost open living room to explore.

"Better?"

"Yes. Thank you, Sorsha."

They shared a rare smile in acknowledgment before Jason began rummaging her way between the mounds of garbage. At least she had not been lead to disappoint. Her light passed across all sorts of curious devices long abandoned by time. The first thing she inspected turned out to be a Dreamcast modified into some form of spinning toaster. Its previous owner really had been a bit of an eccentric inventor. Filaments had replaced most of the insides, with the CD spinner modified into some kind of whirling toaster. There might actually be some ideas worth salvaging in here.

"HEY!"

Whatever sliver of respect Jason had gained for Sorsha was instantly lost when her face popped upside down into her view, screaming like hell unleashed. Jason stumbled over a moldy footrest into a pile of garbage starting a domino effect across the entire living room wall. One collection of toys fell into another pile of records, which then fell into a pile of food cans, and so on. It was at least a whole minute before the last nick knack had fallen, and another before the ringing died in Jason's ears.

"Why you letting the cold air in, silly?"

"SORSHA!? WHY..." Jason paused to take a deep breath, her chest inflating her jacket significantly before she was forced to slowly exhale. "Why...don't you go check upstairs? I want to take a look around here in case an animal or hobo is lurking in a closet."

"I wouldn't think so." Sorsha flipped around in the air to take a position like she might be sitting on a floating stool. With a flourish, she brought her staff overhead to elevate its glowing light. "I can make my staff into a particular aura detector, and if anything else alive besides us were nearby, it'd be changing colors to tell me what they were."

"Oh..." Jason stared at the staff with a modest curiosity. There might have been some merit to bringing the air-headed pervert after all. Especially after a few seconds passed and the ball rubbed against the staff head and changed its hue from white to a pulsing gold. "W-what's that mean?"

"Either you cheated on your diet this morning, or there's strong magic resonating nearby," Sorsha said, narrowing her eyes in an unexpectedly serious tone. She glanced back to the windows where powerful rays from a completely risen full moon shined through. "Me thinks the moon might have something to do with it. A lot of nature magic can feed off the energy of the different phases."

"Is that bad?" Jason asked, not wanting to understand how Sorsha could have possibly known she ate six doughnuts for breakfast.

"Dunno. Guess I should go check anyway."

Before Jason could offer comment, Sorsha gave her heel wings a hard flap that sent her to zip up the stairs. It was just as well. Now Jason could rummage around this old place without getting scared out of her stripes every two minutes.

Sorsha did not get far before finding things around this house a bit more mysterious. Coming to a gentle landing on the upper floor, the staff light very little open space. Directly leading from the stairs was a broken door to an equally broken bathroom. Thankfully Sorsha did not need to take a piss, even after all that sweet tea drunken on the drive over.

The only other door was a few short feet further down the landing. This one stood perfectly in tact, reflecting off the staffs light with a gleam of fresh varnish. Sorsha found that curious enough, but it was the pentagram carved into the wood that made her approach with a bit of caution. No doubt some kind of force was helping keep this portal preserved while the house around it rotted away.

With a bit of focus, the staffs light shifted hues to one of a bright pink. Sorsha licked her lips bringing it down to touch the center of this pentagram. Sort of a witches method of saying 'hello' in case something sentient rested inside such magic anchors. One would be surprised how easy it was to stumble over a dryads nap time.

There was no reaction for a few seconds. Only the sounds of Jason rummaging downstairs broke the still silence. Sorsha almost gave up when something decided to say hello back. When she withdrew her staff, its light was ripped onto the pentagram. The ball melted along the wood like water, flowing along carved lines until it filled every symbol had proper illumination.

"Neat," Sorsha said in awe of the way it changed hue from pink to green, and finally a shimmering gold.

When she moved her staff to tap the pentagram again the light promptly died. A second later some lock clicked allowed the door to creak open as if shying away from her contact. Under normal circumstances being stuck in a moonlit old house with an unseen strange door opening to black voids would disturb most people.

Anyone who knew Sorsha would vouch there was nothing normal about Sorsha. She was beyond the threshold waving her tail high in a merry tune without a seconds hesitation. The spiral bottom of her staff tapped the ground, sparking forth several lights that spread out across the ceiling to properly illuminate the room. If there had been any magical danger, the aura generated would have immediately banished such manifestations. Any mortal creatures lying in wait would have found themselves spontaneously polymorphed into helpless feral red pandas. A typical protection method Sorsha found handy for late night subways and anime conventions.

While danger seemed absent, what she did illuminate raised more than a few questions. This was certainly not the room of a hoarder of electronics. More the opposite, it was too clean and orderly. Dried leaves with grass linen tapestries made up the majority of decorations, but the real importance was the large shrine set before a large bay window.

Sorsha waved a light ball closer to the set up as she approached. Across the pedestal was an assortment of animal furs and bones used as nests for wax candles. Its centerpiece was a wolf's mask supported to bath in the moonlight. In fact, Sorsha noted the bay window had the perfect position to face the harvest moon at all times of the night.

Some quick waving of the old staff confirmed there were not any dark intentions afoot in this room. There was barely any magic to be had at all. Most of the furnishing seemed to be feeding off what it could get from the full moon. Their aura was weak but appeared to be steadily growing stronger as a sort of recharging action. At least it got strong enough to keep things dust proof. Might have even been the work of another Wiccan that had held up here for a time. Shame they had not left any writings or components in any of the few containers Sorsha could find scattered around.

"Oh well, at least Jason's not the only one getting a souvenir."

Sorsha purred while picking up the wolf mask from its resting place. As the only thing giving off any important kind of aura, there might be some way to properly revitalize it's enchantments back in her own dwelling with proper materials. Flipping it over showed no signs of seals or glyphs carved into the material for spell triggering. That was a bit weird, as there were few other ways for such an artifact to function without direction.

"You're very quiet up there," Jason's suspicious voice floated up from the base of the stairs. "Please tell me you didn't accidentally revive a vampire lord AGAIN."

"For the last time, he said he was a misunderstood car salesman." Sorsha held the mask up to the window, so its front took on the full light of the big moon overhead. She had hoped it would reveal some kind of hidden lettering but no such luck. Apparently that only works for hobbits. "And no, not even close. I found a really sexy looking animal mask in a witches room."

"Okay, anything in a witches room sounds like a trap." Jason sighed dejectedly as she pondered dropping the hair dryer-blowtorch she had found to go upstairs. If only such an excellent design were not out of fuel. "Whatever you do, don't actually put the stupid thing on."

"Oh my god, Jason! How stupid do you think I am!?" Sorsha looked back over her shoulder to glare at the open door. As if the raccoon downstairs would somehow be intimidated by an angry look they could not see.

Sort of like how Sorsha could not see the masks hallowed eyes fill up with a brilliant red energy staring up at the moon.

After a few more seconds of dead silence in the house, Sorsha shot down an additional, "I appreciate the quiet vote of confidence! Wha..?"

Sorsha turned her attention back to the mask with the way it seemed to be jerking around harshly in her outstretched hand. A moment later it gave a hard enough lurch to fly from her grip into a hard slap on the cats face.

"Holy fudge licking nya!" Sorsha staggered slightly while grasping at the old animal skin with her free hand. It was no use. No matter the flaps she pulled refused to budge it off her nose. After a few attempts, even those loose edges seemed to fuse into the fur across her face.

"That's not inspiring a lot of confidence down here," Jason said back with a tinge of worry.

"I'm fine! I'm fine!" Sorsha wrinkled her nose getting that first breath of years old wolf musk. She quickly looked over the altar for some kind of other relics stashed away for removing the mask in some fashion. But it was tough to see in bright light while everything was tinged in red. "Everything is perfectly under controooooooool..."

Sorsha looked up to wave her light spell off, but it's dispelling did nothing to tone down the room's brightness. If anything the absence of different light only made the moon hanging above shine in brighter. The cat's mind screeched to a halt as she soaked in such a dazzling glowing orb. There was something so captivating about how it looked through the masks red eyes. Her breathing began to steadily increase, each intake of air puffing her chest out further against their tight tank top.

BA-BUM!

"Nya!" Sorsha gripped her staff tight to keep from falling over. Out of nowhere, her heart gave a massive lurch that rocked out across her every last nerve. A trail of drool began to seep out with her hung open between pants. Something was very wrong. The moon was definitely triggering a magical activation of some kind. She forced a trembling hand to raise for the arcane gestures that would conjure a warding shield.

BA-BUM DUMM!

There was not enough time to even gather the appropriate amount of energy for her spell. Sorsha could not keep a level hold on her staff and clattered across the room out of reach. The force of her heavy heart beats wretched against her rib cage knocking her into a clumsy fall onto all fours. Each thunderous pulse sent a new rush of boiling blood through her veins. Sweat began to mat the fur along her neck while saliva pooled on the floor under her chin.

"S-Sorsha?" Jason's worried voice was drawing a bit closer, spotted with the creaking of old stairs. "What's going on up here?"

"Nyarrrgh...The..the mask fell on my face...gah puh...s-something's haAARRRRpening..." Sorsha shuffled around unusually comfortable on her hands and feet. She tried to push back upright, but some force pulled down on her chest and hips to prevent maintaining such balance. It was only while watching her hips wiggle that she noticed the way her tail was growing a much denser coat of fur.

Most regular anthros would have started to panic at the realization their body was forcefully transforming. Sorsha's immediate emotion was to frown at the way her beautiful snowball coat was starting to shift colors. As if the moon light itself was baking her in an oven she rapidly darkened from a pure white to more charcoal black.

Such an atrocity made Sorsha growl in a very annoyed attempt to clear her throat. "Arrgh!! BORF! NyaAAARRFF! Oh, come ooorRRAAAGH I dooowwww need t-to lawwoooose mah voice! Shtupid ARRFFing mahsuk!"

"And I'd like to not have to stuff some Lovecraftian horror into my car either," Jason made her way inside just in time to watch the pink fur that made up Sorsha's undersides bleach to a more bland apricot. "That thing's a rental and...you don't look so bad. A little fluffier maybe, but it seems like a typical lycanthropy curse."

"Urrgh!!" Sorsha's cry of discomfort vibrated off the walls with an animalistic rumble. Cramps forced her legs to straighten, thrusting her butt high into the air. Her new canine looking tail stuck out like a flag as every muscle below the waist seized up. "arr-Rarrwgh?!"

For several seconds it looked like the hapless changing cat's butt was inflating. The loose creases of Sorsha's shorts vanished with their stretching to contain such increasing amounts of sinew. Thighs nearly doubled in size and then tripled. Muscles flowed in a waterfall down to make their calves bulge. Soon the hem began to get pushed down by the top of her tanned rump cheeks rolling out to show a different kind of cleavage.

SCHRIIIP! RRRRTTTPP! CHURRRTH!

Of course, Sorsha would not bother to wear panties, was all Jason could think about seeing that ass explode out of its shorts. The heart of dirty brown fur that coated Sorsha's powerful glutes mooned the raccoon in a strange sort of dance.

Ka-KRAK! Krk Krk CRRAK!

"Grrurh?" Sorsha looked back with tongue lolling out to the side. Modestly feminine curves shifted about looking like they almost boiled under her skin. A thin layer of fat quickly piled on with new additions out of nowhere. What remained of her jean shorts soon tore asunder with a loud crack of the hips. They fell to the floor in tatters leaving a jiggling behind looking ready to crush a watermelon with its ridged thighs.

CkraaAAAACKLE!

"HRRRGH!" Sorsha almost bit her tongue when both heels suddenly stretched up into the air. The weight of her expanding backside pressed down on the balls of each foot, causing her toes to spade out. But they quickly swelled to compensate, filling the gaps between them. After a second to let the tendons firm up, she found it easy to support everything on some very thick paws. Their budding black clawed racked trenches in the wooden floor as she gave them a curious testing flex.

"J-Jasssarrrnn! Grah...I...ffffrrreal drrrafty!" Sorsha could not help giving a goofy grin at the sight of her plush paw pads. Nature magic was flowing through the mask into her very essence. It was enough to start making her loins heated.

If only Jason could find some amusement in any of the sights before her. While she had to admit that ass bouncing across the air was beautiful enough to fill up both car seat, this was still lycanthropy going on.

At least watching Sorsha trying to pad in circles to admire her new butt sort of destroyed any sense of danger. Especially the way they were panting with an unusually long tongue hanging out of their feline muzzle. It was just a priority of knowing how this would effect Sorsha mentally when all was done. Wild animals nearby usually meant Jason was going to have a bad time.

"GRR-ROW!?!" Sorsha suddenly growled looking extremely concerned at her rear end. More specifically the heat in her crotch had been steadily growing until it began to feel like a raging fire. Yet this did not feel like the usual flames of arousal often associated with random transformation. Every so often her insides seemed to involuntarily twitch. Like everything was being pushed towards the folds of her pussy.

"W-whaaaRRRGGHH! NHH NNGH AHRRRH!!"

It was a bit undeniable that was the case when a thick mess of wet fur splashed out of her privates. Ovaries quickly followed their purpose reconfiguring as they dangle inside their new sack. What remained of her vaginal lips fused together, closing off any hint of a former birth canal.

"Oh noooo!" Sorsha called out in a whimper as she lifted one canine leg to watch. The folds that were once her vulva wrap around the swelling nub of her clit. A nub that became incredibly sensitive as its tip tapered off into a pointed thicker head. A small hole formed at its center, opening up a new tunnel down its length. "N-no...rrrgghh..no nono-ooh-AAARRRWWWWOOOOO!!!"

Sorsha rocked her head back in an animal howl feeling mixes of unusual pleasure at her new cock connecting to its appropriate ballsac. Said balls responded in kind by secreting a thick, sticky fluid back through this tunnel. No sooner had her thick furry sheath finished forming than the canine penis inside poked its head out in greeting. It quickly swelled into a full foot length of throbbing black meat.

"Y-you grrotta be ARFing kawooding meh!"

Jason would have commented if not for the death look Sorsha shot from behind that mask giggling earned. Glowing red eyes was always a bad sign to start playing coy. She ended up having to look away biting her lower lip when Sorsha began attempting to kick her balls with a hind leg.

"I don't think your wolf junk is just going to pop off into an open vag, dear."

"Bullgrrawwool it won't!" Sorsha rolled onto her back using the altar as a brace. Hands waved about in a flourish that brought an intense glow of green magic to their fingertips. "I t-tawootally got rrrrish!"

This would almost be funny to watch if Sorsha's fur had not been visibly thickening all over her upper body. Shudders ran through her spine with little pops. The once flapping tank top tightened its grip around her chest as Sorsha's whole body grew longer, bigger with each pulse. Hands weaved arcane gestures in a quickening sense of urgency. They even managed to conjure up a glowing green aura around that thick canine penis at the beginnings of a spell.

Jason was hardly surprised when a series of pops brought an increasing air of clumsiness to the gestures.

CR-RUCK!"Grrr nnnawwoo!" GRUNK!"D-don't changggral sh-shhupid!" KRRIK!"Mother GROWLing!" CHUT KRIK RIK RIK!"Paws!"

Sorsha went out fighting, but it took all her magical resistance just to slow the process slightly. Her hands bulged thick and meaty, quickly losing their ability to make the delicate gestures for spell weaving. Fingernails fired off as much sharper black claws grew in their place. Sorsha gave out a defeated whimper watching her fingers grow into monstrously hulk sausages. At least the thick pads growing out of each palm and fingertip were squishy.

BRUFT! FLOOMPH!

"ARUH?"

Without the gestures to give it form, all the magic energy Sorsha gathered broke apart to be devoured by her own changing appendages. Soon as the last speck of green light sunk into those plush pads both hands doubled in size with a rush of cracking bones and growing fur. They were easily the biggest part of Sorsha, enough to squish the entirety of Jason's head between both sets of pads. Although, the rest of her transformation was growing to catch up.

Both were trying to ignore how the unfocused energy that went into her throbbing dick caused it to grow another foot in length. Abundant amounts of pre stained her stomach fur in a seemingly endless drizzle. Much like the drool coming off her hanging tongue.

"J-Jason GRURRGH He-Hrruh-elp me!"

"You said I wouldn't need to bring any science gadgets out here," Jason said. Although she did feel sorry for how uncomfortable this transformation was starting to look. There was already no way she could fit Sorsha in the dinky rental car after this was done either. Horses tended to be smaller, and Sorsha was still growing. "Granted it might be easier getting you back home as a gecko."

CRUK CRUCK POP POP POP! SHRI-RIIIPP!

Sorsha grunted, almost biting her drooling tongue when her entire chest thrust outwards. A very uncomfortable face contortion followed her once perfectly perky boobs surging into grapefruits.

Sorsha used her newfound claws to rip off her shirt in a howl of lust. With each little pop, her chest barreled out stronger with mounting pecs. Yet they were virtually hidden under mammaries swelling like an air hose were connected to them. Whimpers grew drunk in longing as she pushed her enormous hands against each tit. Such pads were indeed as soft as they looked. They were accommodating at stimulating the nips puffing up through each breasts fur. Her dick twitches in excitement with each pass of Sorsha's hands urging her boobs to grow even thicker. To call them medicine balls after a minute of this process would have been an understatement

Sorsha was not expecting itching to follow the final transformations. But it was easy to see her grass green hair was growing with rapid years worth of progress. Meanwhile, little spasms rocked her neck while it thickened out, becoming abundantly muscular like the rest of her. Although said neck soon vanished under a curtain of even thicker green mane.

"Hrrr-Urrh. Hunh! Hurk?!"

Drool shot from Sorsha's twitching muzzle in a failed attempt to communicate with Jason. She felt along the front of her neck realizing the voice box had become too shifted for proper speech.

Jason was unable to stifle a giggle watching Sorsha go cross-eyed. Sorsha's was trying to focus on watching her own face change with only grumbled canine sounds for commentary. Both her front and lower canines were growing long and fierce but stuck out of her still tiny mouth in a strange sort of Halloween face.

CRAAAACK! KRAK!

"HrrrRGHRH!"

That only lasted a few moments before Sorsha's head began to stretch out to meet up with the other wolfish features it was meant for. Her nose grew out into a big leathery snout, with teeth and tongue soon getting sucked into darkening black lips for a more healthy looking muzzle. The way Sorsha squinted her eyes wincing with each cracking of bones was less amusing to Jason. No way was that not an uncomfortable experience.

Kr-krick crak!

"AAH ARRH RARGH!" Sorshas cries became fewer moans and more beastly snarls the thicker her muzzle grew. Even if she could form words odds were they would be expletives. Soon Jason was staring down the cavernous maw befitting a dire wolf. Rows of flesh rending teeth sparkled in the moonlight as Sorsha took in a deep breath.

"AaaarrrRRRROOOOOWWWWW!"

"Ugh, cliche much?" Jason had clamped down her ears the second she saw Sorshas chest fluff expand with air. "Seriously what is it with werewolves howling the second their huge noses finish growing out?"

Sorsha snorted irritation back. Stretch out both arms, she gave her enormous body a hard shake to loosen its new pelt. The breeze was very refreshing, allowing her muscles a chance to cool.

Looking back down at Jason did feel pretty awesome. She might as well be a mouse from Sorshas perspective; easily pounce-able and tempting to play with. No wonder the second floor had been dedicated to one ritual room. She took up a lot of space just padding on all fours.

Which would be a lot easier to enjoy if the throbbing pink dick between her legs would shut up. Even minutes after her change the new member refused to go back into its sheath. Rolling onto her side for a closer look did not help. Basking it in fresh moon light only seem to make her erection twitch in a fresh spurt of pre. A pathetic whimper for her lost pussy slipped between Sorshas teeth at such a sight. There was no controlling so much testosterone.

"If it's any consolation you're way bigger than Desmond now," Jason said finding it hard to hide her amusement. Seeing little bite to such a huge wolfs bark told her that Sorsha's mental state was roughly in tact. "I always thought he had a fox dong too, but yours looks really similar. Maybe he was lying about being part wolf."

Sorsha slowly turned to stare at the little raccoon. She really wanted to fire a retort about how fat her hips were but knew the growling gibberish would just amuse them further.

Plus when Jason got closer to inspect the huge wolf junk any sense of hostility faded from Sorshas thoughts. Entering the moonlight really helped highlight the fact Jason had some delicious, thick curves under those pants. Years of kicking back on invention royalties tended to do that on a girl's figure. Everything Jason was packing looked plenty soft for both of them to turn this throbbing annoyance into a positive.

"S-Sorsha?" Jason took a reflexive step back at her friend's sudden shifting to stand on hind paws. Being this close gave her a much better perspective on how huge a dire wolf Sorsha had become. Plus that fanged smile their wolf muzzle curled into was triggering Jason's baser flight instincts. "Y-you're getting that look again. The one right before something happens that Dessy and I are going to hate."

In response, Sorsha took a swipe at her with an enlarged hand. The thick pads struck Jason's face and chest knocking the air out of her. Jason staggered backward with a start stubbornly maintaining her balance against the plush onslaught. But she could not resist Sorsha's tennis ball-sized nose shoved playfully into her chest. Jason collapsed with her butt taking the majority of the impact. Her head rapped against the old wooden floor causing angelic mini-cabbits to dance in her vision.

"Urrgh! W-what the flying fuck, Sorsha? HEY! HEEEY!"

A sharp tug on her pants almost yanked Jason off the ground by her hips. Through the haze of her rocked vision, it was fairly clear Sorsha was very carefully biting on the belt of her pants. By the third attempt, the dire wolf managed to get her fangs into a good position to snap off the buckle. A loud tearing filled the air as Jason got entirely bucked off the floor before slamming back down in a mess.

When she managed to look back up with an even worse headache, Sorsha held her belt, the crotch of her pants, and a black thong dangling off the front of their mouth.

"W-what the fuck!?" Jason cried again, blushing thanks to the cold breeze wafting across her exposed pussy. Hands immediately tried to somehow pull the torn pants back over her crotch.

Sorsha let out a series of grunts that might have been a giggle at this futile attempt for modesty. She casually let the ripped bits of clothing fall from her mouth, wanting to get at something a bit more rewarding. Her teeth clamped down on the hem of Jason's pant leg, making the raccoon freeze in horrid realization.

"Oh don't you fucking daaaAAHH-AAH-AAH!"

Jason could only finish her thought in a wail as she was lifted up by her pant legs. Her stubbornness to hold onto her modesty only encouraged Sorsha to yo-yo bounce her a few times. Eventually, the weaker raccoon lost her grip and dropped out of her pants for an even harder landing on her now naked ass.

"Holy bleeding tits, Sorsha!" Jason said as she laid there in a daze border lining concussion. Although it was easy to make out the wolf's head when it entered her vision. "You done? I don't think I've been slammed around enough."

Sorsha had to agree the real slamming was far from done. After a few awkward seconds of watching each other, the new wolf decided to put her panting tongue to some use. Next thing Jason knew she was being basted in long strokes of what felt like a sticky wet towel...smelling curiously of fish.

"Gyah hehehehe! D-damn it Sorsha nooooo!"

Each pass further messed up Jason's bangs into moist clumps, tickling her last nerves in the process. She was just starting to relax into the unexpected show of affection when Sorsha moved a little further south. Wiping the drool from her eyes, Jason looked down and grew wide eyed realizing her true target.

"Oh fuuuuuck no! Don't you dare Nnffhhh-ugh!"

Despite an attempt to slap her thighs shut, Sorsha's huge wolf nose easily forced them apart. Her cold schnozz dug at the cleft of Jason's snatch making them shudder with a startled gasp. Any other objections got washed away with the cold, wet, lapping of sorsha's tongue.

SCH SCHLUP SLHH SCH SCH!

It was sweet to see the trash dog expressing some positive emotions for a change. Of course, Sorsha also found Jason's pussy nectar did not actually taste like trash either. She continued massaging her friend's soft mound lavishing at their weak attempts to kick her canine muzzle away.

The combination of heated breath and cold nose pressing in did wonders on Jason's sensitive area. It was not long before thrashes of resistance became the reflexive throughs of pleasure. Her entire pelvis shinned in the moonlight thanks to the thick gloss of wolf slobber coating it.

That convinced Sorsha they were more than ready for her driving point. Just looking down at that wet, musky, pussy made her member twitch in anticipation. Old floor boards creaked as she padded forward to loom over Jason's hot body.

Jason had been so overwhelmed by the severe tongue lashing, she was more annoyed and confused when it suddenly stopped. When cognitive function kicked back in confusion really took hold at seeing Sorsha's dangling jugs hanging only inches above. Their jiggling mass casted a dark shadow over Jason as giant monster hands came to rest next to her head. It was not until something hot and pointed nudged at her tender vaginal lips that Jason realized Sorsha's real purpose.

"Oh, fuck me! NO!"

That may have been Sorsha's plan, but Jason was not about to go that far for a crazy transformed witch. She kicked hard against the pre slicked head of a phallus almost as thick as her legs. Getting sticky wolf jizz in her toes was worth getting enough momentum to scramble back out from under Sorsha's hulking body. Once there was no head crushing boobs to pin her, Jason rolled onto hands and knees to make a sprint for the door.

In hindsight, presenting her naked ring-tailed ass to Sorsha was probably the worst possible decision of that night. Jason had only started standing up before giant tits slammed into the back of her head as part of a hard pounce attack. She could only collapse back onto all fours where the giant wolfs strength made sure she stayed there. The enormous boobs threatened to crush Jason through the floorboards just laying to rest on her back.

Shrrrppp! SHRRP SHRRP! RIIIIIP!

And just like that cold air was suddenly blowing across Jason's heated breasts. She blinked and looked down to see those sharp claws of Sorsha's had made quick work of her sweater and bra, along with both straps to her pack. A second later Sorsha easily clamped her teeth around her backpack and threw the remaining bits of Jason's clothes off to the side wall.

Now completely naked, Sorsha seemed to proceed a bit more gently on Jason. It was quite clear she lacked a full grasp of her incredible strength yet and was not aiming to make this unpleasant. One large pawed hand reached under to grasp at Jason's heaving chest, rubbing both plump breasts ruffly with its pads. It was rather easy to almost encase her entire chest in one palm. Their soft texture sent a shiver through her body, causing an involuntary moan. The cold, spongy texture of such thick pads was quick to make Jason's nipples hard. As the stimulation rocked her bare fur down to a peek that made her crotch twitch, Jason gave Sorsha some credit to consider foreplay as a hulking beast.

Speaking of the devil, Sorsha's drizzling penis suddenly knocked on Jason's back door. Jason let out a very soft yip feeling thick wolf dick pressing between the deep crease of her ass cheeks. It began to run up and down with the shifting of Sorsha's hips. The jiggling curves of her ass becoming stained in wolf juices as a proper marking of a bitch.

"D-don't you fffffuuucking d-darrrngh!" Jason clawed at the floor trying to shake free. But the effort was futile, even without the giant medicine balls on her back Sorsha's hands easily held a grip on her entire sides to keep the little raccoon in place. Her whole body went tense when she felt the wolf dick move down with intentional slowness to nudge the lips of her pussy. A rhythmic growl from Sorsha blew hot breath on her neck, almost like a teasing laugh. "I...I swear to whatever gods you w-worship Sorsha. Don't you stick that thiiiiiiEEEEEEEEE OHMAHFUGGIN NGGGGHHH!"

Oh, the unprecedented discomfort of getting a fully loaded baguette shoved into your most sacred cave. That would be the most accurate way Jason felt to describe when Sorsha pressed against her well-lubed vagina lips.

Sorsha may not have been taking no for an answer, but she eased her penis in as gently as her muscled hips could allow. Even so, all the precum and wolf slobber in the world could have properly lubed Jason up to receive its girth.

Jason quickly fought her instinctive urges to clamp the muscles inside her vag. At least forcing them to relax only made things incredibly uncomfortable. Before she knew it a sudden bump of their hips striking together signaled she had somehow managed to take the entire length of dog dick. The soft sac of Sorsha's balls bounced lightly off her ass as they paused to let each other adjust to the size. Her stomach had even bulged a bit, slowly stretching to be more accommodating to the unwelcome intrusion.

Somehow, someway, Jason swore to make the cat witch suffer for this indignation.

But first came the sudden yanking of Sorsha pulling out, only to give another hard thump against her butt. This action repeated in a steady building pace with Jason's insides getting used to the size of her dick.

"Hnnhh Hnnnhh...going to ffffggghhhnn...S-sorsha you...horny wiiiEEEETCH!"

Jason's body jostled back and forth to Sorsha's relentless pounding. Hands were being grounded into the floor trying to hold up against such monstrous force. Both of Sorsha's strong hands stroked along pear shape of Jason's smaller fat body. The claws finding surprising finesse in combing through mangled raccoon fur.

TWAP TWAP TWAPHH!

The thrusting was getting faster with Sorsha's grunts becoming a lot more slurred. She arched back a bit more with hands gripping along Jason's hips to better guide the wild slapping of her balls against the raccoon's cunny.

"Blech...nngghhh...g-grooosss ooooh! Ahh haahhnn!"

Jason retched slightly when she began to feel a warm rain messing up her hair. This was, of course, Sorsha's tightly gritted teeth oozing untold amounts of saliva. The vice grip on Jason's hips kept her from getting totally clear of such a generous shower. Almost as much was going on her head as on the floor, which was adding to an already impressive puddle of sex juices spilling out of her with every thrust. Most of those were also from the crazy werewolf.

"Nggh D-damn it, Sorsha! Leet m-me go..ooh...awwwooo..."

Jason's ears dropped hearing her own moan suddenly turn into a very weak canine howl. Reaching a hand up to feel her face elected another gasp to find her nose had grown much bigger. Its skin developed a cold, wet texture while the muzzle it was attached to pushed back against her hand in a slowly lengthening growth.

"Oh no..."

Attention was quickly drawn to her hand itself. Claws Jason had clipped just that morning were growing out thick, curling into sharp gripping hooks. The fingers themselves thickened into fat sausages while her pads puffed up in mounting density. A quick look down showed her other hand was not being spared such paw-like characteristics. The arms attached pulsed visibly with each bang of Sorsha's hips against hers. Their biceps puffed thicker and thicker with indentations forming under the soft fur.

"Hnngh...Haa hrraagh! N-noo-awwoo! F-Fucking you, Sorsha! You're damn...grrraaahh...You're contagious..."

Those words seemed to surprisingly reach Sorsha. Any hopes banked on actually convincing her to stop, however, were not as surprisingly dashed. The thick lips of Sorsha's muzzle curled into a toothy, drooled smile as her thrusts increased with renewed vigor. She could tell Jason was beginning to change as well in the increasing thickness of ass she was slamming against.

"Nggh...Gragh! S-sthoop! Rrr-urrgh!"

It was no use fighting, but Jason still tried to last. With each thrust of Sorsha's wolf meat rubbing along her tender insides that resolve was quickly lost, allowing a rush of transformation to take hold before she could form a wall of resistance again. Jason growled from the overwhelming pleasure of feeling her breasts gaining more sway with each buck forced upon her. It was almost like watching two balloons getting worked by an air pump. Before long they began to squish through the hard ridges of her biceps.

Drool, and sex fluids were hitting the floor in splashes now. Jason's muscles stretched and contracted as they grew to better massage the entire length of Sorsha's shaft. The raccoon's stomach churned as it lost much of its pleasant pudge. Dense, hard ridges of godly abs rose up just as fast to take its place among the furred pelt.

"Arrgh! HNNGH!" Jason's feet arched high in a thunderous crack. Her stance was forced wider with piles of strong sinew bulking up her thighs and shins. Grunts rapidly become growls to rival Sorsha's as even more muscles thickened out her neck. Any semblance of a voice fading into incoherent yaps.

Just when she thought things could not get worse a hard lump slapped into the cheeks of Jason's butt. It seemed to have halted Sorsha's dick in its thrusting, but that did little to detour her ravenous mate. Sorsha merely picked up her speed gripping Jason's broadened canine hips for harder thrusts to force her knot inside.

"Urrgh! N-no! Nooorrgh Nnoo-Rarrrwgh!"

Despite her best efforts to shake Sorsha off with her growing werewolf strength, it was just no use. Even as a hulking transformed fluff of destruction she only amounted to about half of Sorsha's size and strength. About the only thing her transformation seemed to be surpassing was boob size. Her dark nipples were starting to rub rather sorely against the ground with their wild humping session.

"YIP! Borf...arrggh arf!"

A loud pop in Jason's shoulders caused them to broaden in a surge of back sinew the same time Sorsha's knot managed to pop inside her folds. The lump swelled within seconds to lock in place against her already strained insides. Not that it helped cork the constant fluids as the pressure against her clit forced Jason to come. She grit her teeth as her walls contracted with a newfound strength. Too lost in the throws of pleasure to even feel her face thickening out into a proper wolfs snout.

With the way, Jason's inner walls contracted around Sorsha's meat so forcibly it was not surprising the bigger werewolf came soon after. Their combined trickles of cum turning into a practical waterfall staining their legs and hind paws in warm sticky goo.

"Aggh! Arf! Borf Borf! Aaah-ARRROOOOWWWWWW!!"

Jason could not hold back the final minor changes upon feeling the warm wolf cum overflowing her insides. Claws tore up little trenches in the old wood floor as she rocked her head back in a satisfied howl against Sorsha's pillowy tits. As she did her hair cascaded down to fuse along her spin into a very thick mane. Ears gave a little flick before fanning out into proper giant triangles befitting a canine.

If there was one thing Jason had to be thankful for about being forcibly humped into being a werewolf was the bolstering of strength. Without warning, Sorsha collapsed onto her back basking in the afterglow of their penial orgasm. Had Jason not hulked into a big titted monster, she would have easily been crushed under one. Not that having to hold up such a heavy, stupid, horny witch by the small of your back was any less strenuous in relative terms.

It took a lot of hip bucking and shoulder nudging, but Jason finally convinced Sorsha to get their bloated wolf udders off her head. Getting their junk tugged on was always a sure fire way of coaxing a males cooperation. Sadly attempting to stand back up on her giant pawed feet proved difficult. Sorsha gave out several pained cries then gave Jason a swift kick in the butt to stop her violently tugging on the knot binding them together.

Jason twisted to snort indignantly back at Sorsha. A sharp pointing at their plump asses smooshed together followed with a soft borf was her best attempt to ask 'Okay then, now what?'

Sorsha panted softly for a few seconds, ideally rubbing one of her tits in contemplation. Suddenly her ears perked and her tail stiffened at getting some kind of idea.

With a loud thud that shook the house, Sorsha collapsed onto a lake of cum their mating had made across the floor. The harsh tug caused Jason to follow suit leaving her pussy increadibly stretched sore. Casting a glare at Sorsha's smug grin told the move had been deliberate payback even if it hurt her dick as well.

Folding hand paws over each other, Sorsha's muzzle opened up into a very broad yawn that showed off her impressive yellow fangs. With that, her head across forearms for a restful nap.

Jason stared for several seconds expecting something else to follow, but of course, all that soon came were the loud snores of one satisfied sexual werewolf. She growled softly but did not see a point trying to rouse Sorsha awake again. That knot was still throbbing steady pulses deep inside her tender snatch, making it hard to go to sleep herself. Every now and then she would feel something give followed by a spurt of warm jizz oozing from their connection.

They would just have to wait until the moon went down at this rate. At least she hoped that would dispel the mask's effects on them.

And then she would rip it off Sorsha's stupid face to make her eat it.