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She really shouldn't be here.

Something had felt off ever since she set foot in the forest, a creeping feeling that she couldn't quite place. At the time, Halie had brushed it off as nothing but her nerves getting to her. After all, how many times had they been told to stay out of the Mothers' Glade? Rumors of curses and feral monsters roaming the thick trees, the stuff of fairy tales and fables told to children to ensure their compliance. But she was no child! At nearly 22 years, Halie was more than adult enough to brush off silly legends, legends that she knew must circulate just to keep the curious from finding whatever hidden treasures and truths lay hidden in the so-called sacred lands.

She really shouldn't be here.

The feeling grew stronger with every step she took between the towering trees, ancient boughs hanging low overhead and obstructing so much of the sunlight above. Midday looked like late evening around her, and Halie could swear she felt eyes on her. Watching her every step, waiting for some unknown cue. And yet despite the cool shade hanging heavy around her, Halie couldn't help but feel a creeping heat building in her body. She'd already pulled off her cloak, the dark garment tied around the branch of a tree somewhere behind her to mark her way home. When that hadn't helped, she'd opened her vest, letting the leather garment hang open and exposing the dark expanse of her bare cleavage. Even nearly topless, she could still feel sweat gather like dew on her smooth skin, cold air making her dusky nipples stand firm under the loose covering of her vest despite the growing heat.

She really shouldn't be here.

Forsaking any shame in the assumed solitude of the forest, she stopped under the shade of a particularly massive tree to loosen the belt on her trousers. Low hanging branches provided opportunity to hang the garment as some sort of guidepost back the way she had come. She should have felt exposed, standing in this strange place with nothing but her small clothes and her vest to preserve some sense of modesty, but the heat, the fever building in her was all she could think of. Anything to shed that maddening heat! And as she bent down to pull her boots back on, she did feel some relief in the way the breeze ran over her prone body, a shiver running up her spine as the cooler air passed through her loose bottoms to caress her dripping sex.

Satisfied for the brief moment in her actions, Halie took the opportunity to survey her surroundings once more. The forest was as dense as ever, with no path presenting itself through the trees as any more promising than another. The loamy soil underfoot didn't even betray any particular tracks, human or otherwise, leaving the woman feeling a bit more than directionless. Her reverie was brought to a screeching halt with the sound of approaching footsteps.

She really shouldn't be here.

Panic sent Halie racing through the trees, away from the footsteps nakedly following her. Footsteps lighter than a human's for sure - and more numerous, the further she ran. Even so, she could feel her steps lightening, carrying her faster as she ducked and weaved between the silent branches. Just as strangely, she could feel her boots more and more weighing her down, as if with every step their fit became less and less sure. A single howl behind her quickly grew into a chorus, and she dared look back to see how close they were - only to trip over the roots ahead of her and be sent sprawling across the ground. She landed hard, breath knocked from her lungs, and scrambled to regain her footing only to find her arms and legs as unsure as a newborn fawn. Distress didn't afford her time to consider the tawny fur that had started to grow from her dark skin, too fixated on escaping her pursuers.

Hope bloomed in her breast as she managed to slip free of her boots and take off once more, only to die in the same fleeting instant as she broke through the trees. The clearing beyond was filled with canines of every conceivable breed, from hulking wolves and mastiffs to foxes and terriers. All of them had their eyes on her, a renewed sense of dread seizing her as she realized she'd been had. The hounds behind her had no intention of catching her - simply herding her into the pack's eager clutches. Thoughts of trying to fight the waiting hounds and of trying somehow to escape past them both died before they were fully formed as the closest lunged at her. A hundred plus pounds of wolf dropped her like a sack of stones, and whatever fantasies she had about escaping died as the canine snarled in her face, pinning her as effectively in the dirt as his paw pressed against her chest.

Praying to whatever gods might have been listening, Halie screwed her eyes shut, preparing for that first vicious bite. She could feel his hot breath against her flesh, his fangs grazing her soft skin as he bit into her vest, tearing the leather from her body with a painful yank and leaving her chest entirely exposed to the animals surrounding her. Her heart stopped as she felt more fangs grazing her skin, smaller canines pushing in for a taste of her. But where she expected savage bites and tearing fangs, she felt only rough tongues lapping at her bare skin, licking up her sweat and dragging slow, deliberate paths over her over sensitive nipples. Panicked panting slowly gave way to strangled moans as she tried her best not to flinch away, all while that great wolf over her moved his fangs to her small clothes.

Please, no don't- Silent pleas went unheard as the thin cotton of her underwear was rent asunder, laying bare her sex with all the care of a child tearing open a present. Halie couldn't help but jump when she felt a cold nose bury itself in the neatly trimmed black curls of her mound, the hot breath of an apex predator against her sensitive nethers quick to make her flower bloom with arousal. Unbidden, she found herself parting her legs for the invader, some deeper ache in her begging to be satisfied.

When she felt that rough tongue drag across her soaked folds for the first time, that nagging heat in her body felt as if it sparked into an inferno. Her face flushed as she let out a moan better suited to a whore, trembling as he feasted on her in a way she could never have anticipated. Every rough lick pushed deeper into the dark petals of her needy cunt, dragging another moan of submission from her as he stoked the fire in her a little hotter. All the while, she felt other tongues drag over her exposed skin, every lick feeling like she were being branded, a tingling she couldn't place lingering long after the hounds had moved position.

Halie could feel something slipping from her, burning up in the inferno of her need. Whether it was her fear of the pack, or the shock of the situation she'd found herself in, or simply why she'd been so foolish as to trespass in the sacred forest at all, all reason seemed to turn to so much ash as the pack's feast brought her to the limits of pleasure. She felt her release so close at hand that it ached when they abruptly pulled away from her, leaving her a writhing mess on the forest floor. Even in her drunken state, she knew something was wrong - and in that moment, she felt the ground shake under a tremendous footstep.

She shouldn't be here.

It was laughable, the way she scrambled to cover her naked body before the gaze of the tremendous being that looked over her. She must have been twice her height easily, Wondering eyes moved from the glowing wolf skull that covered her face, down to the expanse of fur that danced along bare flesh and toned muscles, dazzling whites and warm browns accenting her heavy breasts and the dark nipples that crowned them. Human shape seemed to meld seamlessly into the haunches of a great hound, complete with a heavy sheath and balls hanging proudly between the beast-woman's thighs.

She felt insignificant under the gaze of this new arrival - doubly so as she noticed the almost reverent way the pack of hounds moved to circled the pair of them. The confidence of her poise, the shameless display of a body built to roam these woods, the cold way she looked down at the naked woman laid out before her - it all made Halie tremble in a mix of fear and reverence. She opened her mouth, not sure what words might spill out. When only silence managed to come from her throat, she closed it once more and waited for judgement to fall on her.

Mercifully, the wolf-woman didn't keep her in suspense. Halie had no chance to react as the woman knelt down on one knee over her, reaching down and seizing her around the middle as if she were little more than a rag doll. She was lifted to look directly into her keen eyes, the judgement of her gaze boring holes into Halie's soul.

"Foolish child." Her voice was not loud, yet it seemed the forest itself fell silent at her words. "Your tribe has been told time and again that the Mothers' Forest is off limits, yet you thought to trespass on these hallowed grounds all the same." Her voice left no room for anything but condemnation, and any excuse Halie might have had died on her lips. "Look at you, already touched by these woods and their wards. Now, you will atone by becoming one with the land you so dearly wished to defile."

Halie's struggles came too late and to naught as she was pushed to the ground, forced to kneel before her captor as her face was pushed into the plush sheath of the wolf woman, the tapered cock head within pressed against her lips demandingly. It was all she could do to brace her trembling hands against the woman's thick thighs as she rolled her hips, urging the tip of her cock free of its home and into her mouth. Halie's jaw burned from the way it had to stretch to accommodate the larger woman's girth, a thick bead of pre rolling from the tip across her tongue and nearly choking her as she struggled to swallow around her impromptu gag. Slowly at first, the wolf woman started to fuck her mouth, each thrust forcing a little more of her length into the warmth of her mouth, forcing its way into the tight embrace of her throat. But with each stroke, Halie could feel her jaw slowly loosen up to accommodate the intruding member. Her vision, filled at first with the soft brown fur of her captor's crotch, soon focused in on the way her face seemed to stretch and distend, fur blossoming across the skin as lips parted and lost form, her nose darkening further as it shrank down into place at the tip of her newly forming muzzle. Terror tried to seize her as she realized what was happening, but the wolf woman kept her focus too much on trying not to suffocate around her swelling member to spare much thought to the existential horror of the situation.

Her head was far from the only part of her changing, she soon realized. The same light feeling from before blossomed anew in her legs, as if they were longer, daintier. Her hands slipped from their bracing position against the wolf woman's thighs as her shoulders seemed to stretch outwards, pushing her arms down in front of her out of discomfort. She felt the woman's grasp move from behind her head to seize her around her lengthing neck, the wet sounds of her cock thrusting in and out of Halie's muzzle slowly being joined by an awareness of every panting breath of the pack around them, every breeze blowing through the leaves above them. Her skin itched and burned as more and more fur spread across her changing body as flame consumed a dry forest, racing over her flanks and down her back in a pattern she couldn't see so much as feel.

Halie found that she was kissing the woman's swollen knot before she was given relief from the task, gasping for breath as she was pushed down into the dirt once more. Once again she tried in vain to right herself, her body not feeling like her own anymore with the changes that had been wrought upon her. Sure and dexterous hands had left her, replaced by dainty hooves at the ends of spindly legs that refused to stand strong under her. She looked down in horror to see her legs had been done the same injustice, strong thighs that tapered down into tapered hooves, with the hint of a fluffy white tail just visible if she craned her head. Panic built in her anew as she realized that she was a doe among wolves now, no better than a newborn as she struggled to work her new limbs. The wolf woman behind her was quick to ensure her attention snapped right back where it was demanded.

"Look how quickly your weak flesh gives in to the will of the woods," she taunted. "Hardly a guiding hand from me, and your true form blooms forth." Those strong hands were on her again, taking her by the haunches and pulling her back into position despite her furtive efforts to plant hoof in dirt. "Good and fertile too, your heat certainly suits you." Her face burned with indignity as her tail was forced up by the drooling tip of that tapered shaft, indignity that was quickly buried under the raging heat the pack had left burning in her belly. Shame and desire wracked her in equal measure as she found her concern for her transformation so quickly buried by the overwhelming need to be satisfied. Meekly, she looked back as if to beg with words she could no longer speak for the woman to just use her already, to finally quench this insatiable heat that had been building since she first set foot into this place.

The feeling of that thick shaft slowly parting her aching cunt was as strange as it was wonderful. Her human sex replaced with the thick lips of a deer's, nearly alike in appearance to the canines of the pack around her. Feeling those thick lips parted, her tight tunnel slowly stretched as she was forced down around her captor's cock, it was agony of the best kind. She was too big for Halie's diminutive frame, even with the extra size her transformation had given her. And yet, she found herself craving the wolf woman to take her faster, harder. Her body was teetering on the edge of pent up desire, and in that moment, all she craved was surrender to it, to clear her mind of all else but pleasure. But she was at the mercy of her captor, and had no way to plead for clemency as she was made to atone for her crime inch by agonizing inch.

Halie thought she'd go mad before that knot kissed her aching pussy, her belly distended from the girth she'd been forced to take. But madness was being held there, forced to stand in place as she felt each throb of the cock inside her stretched cunt, every rivulet of pre pumped into her depths. A low whine escaped her as even shame burned away before the heat of desire, her hips wiggling as much as they could in the wolf woman's iron grip. All she earned for her troubles was a condescending snicker, and a rough slap to her flank that made her cheeks glow on both ends. Minutes passed like molasses as she struggled not to break entirely, and when at last she felt the woman start to pull back, she found herself clamping down like a vise for fear of losing her entirely.

"What a desperate little offering you must be," chided the woman, pulling nearly the whole of her glistening cock out before rolling her hips forward to slam the length home once more. The sound that escaped Halie's lips was anything but dignified, but she could hardly care less. In that moment, nothing distinguished her from a doe in rut, finally mounted by a worthy suitor ready to pump her womb full of seed. She thrust again, buckling her forelegs below her as the woman finally leaned into the punished young woman before her, taking full advantage of her act of contrition at long last. Quickly, the glade was filled with a cacophony of wet slaps and lurid moans, her own strangled feral noises like the drumbeat of their lewd song, keeping time with every movement of the woman behind her. Each thrust brought her balls to slap against Halie's crotch heavy with fertile seed just waiting to be dumped into the doe's aching womb.

Shame was a distant idea at best in Halie's mind as she gave fully into the act, rocking her hips back as best as she could as she was used like the breeding hole she was. Each time that knot crashed against her already-stretched cunt, she cried out for more, harder, faster. Her body craved to be tied and fully owned by the guardian of the woods, to submit utterly to her whims, and the wolf woman was far from shy about accepting her offering. Even so, she maintained enough control over the situation to slow down each time she felt Halie nearly crest the peak of bliss, holding her still until again her release slipped away. Again and again she was made to suffer the maddening cycle of peaks and valleys, body burning up with a desperate need, always kept taut by her captor's desires. Her mind was all but ready to snap when she felt the keeper's own rhythm finally start to slip, technique traded for raw pleasure as that final moment of breeding raced closer. When that bloated knot at last forced its way into her body, Halie's vision went white. Her body's response to this final act of domination was as instinctual as it was intense, her sticky nectar all but gushing out around the thick bulb to soak the wolf woman's crotch while her body welcomed the thick, virile seed being pumped into her. Were the woman not holding her rear end up, she would have surely collapsed into the dirt once more as she twitched and convulsed helplessly with pleasure.

How long she was whited out, Halie couldn't say. She woke up on the ground, cunt gaping as spunk oozed from her well-bred hole. Kneeling over her, the wolf woman had no qualms about letting her flaccid cock continue oozing the last of her spunk over the exhausted doe's face, marking her shame for all to see. She just wanted to lay there for days, broken and defeated and painfully satisfied, but the wolf woman made it clear very quickly that rest was not yet hers to have.

"Now, foolish child. Because you have presented yourself so eagerly to your punishment, I give you a chance. You will run, and my loyal hounds will give chase at my word. Perhaps you will escape to tell the tale, perhaps you will fail and be subject to their desires. Either way, the woods will have their keep."

Looking around at the motley collection of canines around her, she could feel fear rise anew in her. Some clearly saw her for the meat on her bones, salivating openly even as they obediently awaited their master's command. Others displayed desire of a far more carnal nature, cocks clearly hanging out and ready between their legs. She looked back to the wolf woman, who had already stepped back from her, stepped towards the edge of the glade. And then, propelled by the primal fear building in her chest, she scrambled up and ran into the trees, the sounds of howling and barking soon dogging her steps as she let her legs carry her to her fate.