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This is part 2 of a 3 part series, part 1 can be found here: Beware the Werewood Part 1: A Sticky Situation

When Rond awakens, he of course,is still partially suspended in the web. He finds that he is incredibly thin, just skin and bones really. He is alsoincredibly hungry. His abdomen has closed up. Presumably,his organs have regenerated.He pokes and prodsaround the newly regrown flesh, it doesn't feel like there is much in there though. The fur in that area hasyet to regrow too.His left leg is still missing, but is in the process of regrowth. More, importantly, his genitals are fully intact once more. Rond is, of course,ismortified by what had just happened to him and how close he had come to a horrible death. More then anything though, he is angry. Angry that he had been violated and used so completely.

"I am going to hunt that fucking spider down and kill it in the slowest most painful way I can think of. All those spiderlings too. No, all the giant spiders in the forest, I'll kill all of them."

With his free hand, Rond cuts himself down from the web and drops to the forest floor. The spiderlings are long gone. They have left behind only a skeletal werewolf leg. Finding it difficult to hop around on 1 leg, he shifts into his feral wolf form. Just as he finishes transforming, a doe stumbles into view. Before it can react to the sight of a 3 legged wolf, Rond has already closed the distance and ripped out its throat. He strips the carcass clean in less then 10 minutes. It helps, his hunger fades and his body starts to fill back out. Finally starting to calm down, Rond begins to wonder just how long he had been unconscious for.

"It can't __have be_ en_ too long, I still smell those people from earlier and the pack still isn't around, I don't smell them."

Suddenly,Rondhears the sound of something big forcing its way through the dense forest.

"Oh, great." He thinks to himself. "If I can't smell the pack, then it's not my alpha making all that noise. That means itcan only be Golshaleron".

"We should be getting close to the spot that hunting party told us about." A high pitched voice calls out.

"Damn it, it is them, that's Norlen's voice. Shit, I can't get away from them in this state."

His only chance is to hide and hope they somehow don't notice a large wolf crouching in the bushes.

Just then the dragon and his rider come into view and begin to survey the scene. They see the webs, the dead spiderlings, and a skeletal werewolf leg laying on the forest floor. Then Golshaleron's emerald eyes lock on to the bush Rond is hiding in.

"You may as well come out werewolf, looks like that spider did a number on you. You can't get away from us while you're missing a leg." The dragon says, nodding towards the discarded limb on the ground.

Rond emerges from the bush and faces the dragon defiantly. Even in his wolf form, Rond is big. His shoulders are at the same height as Norlen's head. Still the dragon is bigger, a lot bigger, though even his large frame doesn't come close to reaching the trees far above. Rond isn't fully recovered from his ordeal though, far from it. His body is shaky, patches of fur are still missing and he looks half starved.

"So, what now, what do you want with me?" Rond growls. "Your compatriots decided to leave me to my fate, to be eaten alive by spiderlings, but I lived. That's punishment enough don't you think? I'll be leaving now. I have no desire to fight you. I am not in any condition to do so in any case."

"Oh no, neither I or Norlen are backing down from this. You have two choices, you can fight us and probably lose more limbs before you die. OR, you can let me eat you without a fight. The choice is yours to make, but quite frankly I don't even think you deserve this much. So hurry up and choose before I choose for you."

"Come on now, isn't eating me the same as eating your dead..."

"OH NO, DON'T EVEN GO THERE! FUCK THIS.!" the dragon roars, lunging forward and scooping the front half of Rond's body into his maw. Wrapping his serpentine tongue around the wolf's neck, he begins to pull the werewolf deeper in.

The back half of Rond's body is hanging out of Golshaleron's maw. His remaining back leg is struggling for purchase but can't find it. Despite his fantasies, he doesn't really want to be eaten. Especially not after surviving all his struggles earlier in the day, but his ravaged body is just too weak to put up any sort of real fight.

Golshaleron swallows and Rond's head enters the dragon's constricting throat. At the same time the reptile's tongue snakes under his body and pulls the rest it into his steamy wet maw. Only the werewolf's tail remains outside.

Realizing that he has no chance, his earlier fantasies return to the forefront of his mind. Rond decided to perform one last act of defiance. Unable to stand in the cramped maw and with his head already in the reptile's throat, it's a bit difficult to accomplish, but he manages to wrap his remaining three legs around the dragon's tongue.

It is at this point when Golshaleron feels something warm, hard, and long grind against his tongue, His eyes go wide as he realizes what it is.

Rond grips more firmly around the appendage and goes to town, humping the dragon's tongue for all its worth. Grinding his throbbing lupine member against the dragon's wet hot mouth flesh.

Golshaleron tries to say something and then shakes his head to try to dislodge the horny werewolf, but it's no use.

"What's wrong my love?" The fox laughs, "wolf got your tongue?"

Golshaleron just grunts and rolls his eyes in response.

"Oh come on, you are one hell of a sexy beast. Besides, are either of us really surprised that he is enjoying this? He's probably fantasied about you eating him at least once since the first time we ran into him. Go ahead and just kill him if it's bothering you that much..... Though I'd rather you not. I've never seen you actually eat someone before. Also, I almost hate to admit it, but watching him fuck your tongue like that is kinda hot. It's not too different from what I normally do before you swallow me. Except, of course, I don't ever get to see it from this angle."

Golshaleron turns and regards his mate's tented pants. He decides to let the wolf finish. He could just kill the lycanthrope, crush him with his jaws, but that would be messy. Besides, he wants to feel the werewolf squirm in his stomach as it breaths its last. He wants to make sure this homicidal beast truly pays for his crimes, but granting the lycanthrope one last orgasm couldn't hurt. If doing that makes his fox happy too, then it was even better. He tilts his head down to give his mate an even better view.

"Thanks, Gol," Norlen says. The fox undoes the clasp of his pants, exposing his pink knotted member to the air. Leaning back a bit, the fox begins to paw himself off, very much enjoying the sight before him.

Happily humping away at the now still tongue, Rond's thrusts are growing more and more frantic. His mind should be clouded with lust, but it is not. He is able to take a moment to reflect. Maybe a part of him knows this may be the last chance he gets. A few hours ago he had been being eaten alive from the inside out by a bunch of teeming spiderlings. Now he is inside a dragon's maw, fucking its tongue even as his body is being prepared for digestion. His fur is completely saturated with dragon saliva and he is sure it will make a nice smooth passage into the dragon's digestive track. Yup, just as he had been a few hours ago, he is soon to be eaten alive, though this time he will be swallowed whole. Strangely, he is far more alright with his fate this time around.

"At least this way is far more pleasurable and sort of on my own terms. Even if I had no real choice in the matter"

Grinding his red wolf meat into the giant warm tongue one more time, Rond finally feels his balls draw up as he unleashes a flood of werewolf cum across Golshaleron's tongue. Releasing his grip on the dragon's appendage, Rond relaxes his body, inviting the dragon to swallow him.

Golshaleron feels the werewolf's large load splatter across his tongue. It's salty flavor is quite pleasing, though of course he wasn't about to say that to his prey. Once the wolf releases his grip, he tilts his head back as reptiles do. His tongue helps force Rond into his throat and with several mighty gulps, the werewolf begins to slide smoothly down the dragon's gullet and into his waiting stomach.

Norlen clamps a hand around his knot and cums hard onto the ground before him as he watches the bulge that is the troublesome werewolf travel down his mate's serpentine neck and settle into the dragon's belly. Causing it to hang down a foot lower then it had before.

"It's going to take you awhile to work this one off." Norlen remarks, stuffing his cock back into his pants and re-fastening the clasp. Walking up to Gol, he begins to rub the dragon's sagging belly.

Golshaleron responds with a loud belch "You're right, I need a nap."

"Here? Are you sure that's a good idea? This is very much enemy territory and the others have already left us far behind. We're kinda alone out here."

"Maybe, but I'm not going to be able to fly properly until I at least partially digest him, He's taking up a lot of space in there. We have a lot of ground to cover to catch up with the others. I don't feel like walking. Besides, we'll still reach them faster on the wing then slowly trudging through this stupid forest, even if we take a nap."

"Ok, if you say so." Norlen helps the dragon remove his saddle and then the pair settle down for a nap. The fox lays down against the dragon's belly. He falls asleep to the gurgling sounds of his mate's stomach as it works to break Rond's body down.

Inside the tight, restricting dragon stomach, Rond does not last long. His body's reserves had all been depleted repairing the catastrophic damage he had sustained earlier. The one meal he had since then did not do nearly enough to rebuild those reserves. Mercifully, he quickly loses consciousness. His body going into recovery mode yet again, trying to fight the damage the stomach's digestive acids are doing. It is a losing battle, His muscles all bunch up at once and he thrashes against the walls repeatedly. his remaining rear leg involuntarily kicks a few last times before his body gives out entirely. Rond ceases to be. The tissues that make up his body will soon dissolve from his bones, becoming a slurry of nutrients that the dragon will absorb to fuel his own large frame.

-DEEPER INTO THE WEREWOOD-

Skitterskitterskitter "I have to get out of this forest. No matter what the werewolves will know what I did to Rond. Why am I so panicked? Things could have hardly gone better. I can easily get away. Yes, by __the time they're done with those fools from the guild, I will_ be long gone." skitterskitterskitter "Wait, _what's that ahead? Something in the shadows? That's not.... HIM, is it? No.... It can't be, I'm just seeing things." skitterskitter

"You're going the wrong way spider." A deep growling voice calls out.

The spider freezes in his tracks. "N __O_ , it is him, I'm_ DEAD."

"The guild's base camp is back the other way. Every other denizen of this forest is preparing to defend it, why does it look like you're leaving?" The source of the deep voice steps out of the shadows. Standing before the scheming spider is a massive feral wolf, 15 feet tall at the shoulder with ghostly white fur. His snout is somewhat longer then it seems it should be. Between that and his piercing silver eyes, the monstrous lupine casts a terrifying and imposing presence.

"schcliclick s.s..sss.. Silver, I am surprised to see you here. cliclick I thought you would be off hunting those idiots from the guild right about now."

The massive wolf cocks his head. "I would be, but when I hear reports of a certain spider targeting a member of my pack, and of all things, laying eggs inside him. Well, you see, that's something I have to deal with PERSONALLY." Silver snarls, his expression quickly softens though. "You, of course wouldn't know anything about that, would you?" The wolf asks slyly.

"schclick N.... no, of course not. I didn't lay eggs inside of Rond. schclick I'm actually running from a group of the idiot adventures. cliclick I'm just a spider, they're too much for me to handle. schlick"

"Oh is that so? Yes... I can hear the calls of their hounds. Odd that both you and that hunting party are coming from where Rond was attacked. It's also funny that you knew that it was Rond that I was talking about, I didn't mention that name before now."

The spider is in full panic mode now, skittering back and forth. "schicklick Uh I... well you see...."

"Shhhhhhh Shhh shhhh" Silver says holding up a paw. "It's fine, I already knew that it was you who violated Rond."

The spider stops its skittering "Y.... you did?"

Yes, this forest has eyes you see. It belongs to me and so, I SEE ALL! NOW DIE!

Quick as a lightning, Silver more then triples in size, his back pressing up against the large tree branches far above the forest floor.

skitterskitterskitter "schclickclik HAVE MERCY I'M....." SPLAT

The spider doesn't even have time to finish his last sentence before a massive lupine paw, the size of large boulder, squashes him flat.

"Such a moronic creature, I should have done that years ago" Silver thinks to himself as he uses the trunk of an ancient oak tree to scrape what's left of the spider off his paw. Shrinking back down to the size of a normal wolf, maybe a bit smaller even, Silver stalks off in the direction of the hunting party. He still has yet more fools to deal with.

-A SHORT DISTANCE AWAY-

"I'm telling you, we're lost!" The burly man says with an exasperated flourish, his armor clanking loudly as he does.

"_AND_I'm telling you that my hounds would never lead us astray. They're on the trail of something, we just need to keep after it." The hound master, a dimunitive 3 foot tall lemur, replies. The small furry primate looks completely ridiculous standing next to the two large hounds that he commands.

"I'd be think'n that he's right. We gotta be meet'n up with the others." The possum says.

"I concur, the others are certainly waiting on us by now. We need to find base camp and I do believe it is the other way." The badger says.

There are lots of murmurs of agreement from the other dozen people in the hunting party, both anthros and humans. The youngest, the rabbit, stays quiet though.

"What say you my young rabbit friend?" The badger asks kindly.

"Who's be carri'n what he has to say! He wanted to help that damn ol' werewolf!"

"Shut up!" The burly man says. "I've had just about enough of your attitude! Everyone in this hunting party has a voice, he turns to the rabbit, inviting him to speak."

"I.... I think we should find the others"

The burly man turns back to the rest of the group. "We're heading back, let's get moving."

The possum is pacing around. Head down, he is kicking the ground in frustration, clearly angry at the reprimand he had received. When he looks back up something catches his eyes. Standing a few hundred feet away, is a smallish wolf with white fur. "LOOK THERE, IT BE ONE OF THEM WEREWOLFS!" He calls out.

"A werewolf?" The burly man says, turning to regard the animal. Seems a bit small, it's probably just a normal wolf." Turning to the hound master he says. "Let the dogs loose, if it's a normal wolf it'll run away and we can be on with our business."

"Right, GET AT 'EM!" The lemur yells as he releases the dogs. Baying wildly, the hounds charge the wolf. The white lupine doesn't move an inch. When they get within 20 feet of the wolf, the two dogs slow down. They begin to whimper, and then both of them collapse onto the ground. their bodies convulsing a few times before becoming very still.

Before anyone can stop him, the lemur bounds forward and rushes over to his fallen dogs. He checks over them, his pointed muzzle scrunches up, an aggrieved look on his face. "Th... t... they're dead."

The wolf still hasn't made any threatening moves, still hasn't even moved an inch in fact.

The lemur looks up from his dead dogs and his gaze locks onto the wolf, a visible wave of terror passes through his body. His entire pelt stands on end. "HELP IT'S GOING TO EAT ME!" He cries out in a panicked voice.

Still a few hundred feet away from the wolf, the burly man takes a few steps forward. "Walk slowly back this way, you'll be fine, we'll support you."

Instead of moving back towards the group, the lemur collapses to the ground, much as his dogs had done. He curls into a fetal position and doesn't say anything else, his body is shaking.

Suddenly, the wolf springs forward, covering the nearly 20 foot distance between himself and the lemur in the blink of an eye. He leans down and with a casual toss of his head, the small lemur is tossed into the air. The wolf's jaws open impossibly wide, he catches his prey and easily swallows the small primate down in one gulp.

"WHY YOU....." The burly man says, drawing the warhammer that had been strapped to his back. The head of the weapon has a silvery sparkle to it, the many runes carved across its surface glow with power. "I'LL BREAK YOU!" The man cries out as he charges the wolf. Just like the hounds and the lemur before him, when the man gets close to the wolf, he slows down. With a great effort he tries to keep going, but he just can't. The head of his weapon thumps to the ground. He leans on the handle to try to support himself, wanting desperately to take another step forward, but he finds the task impossible.

Silver begins to laugh, it is a deep manic growling laugh. A sound that would never come from a normal wolf. Rapidly, the white furred beast grows until he is looking down at the armored human. With the push of a paw, the warhammer is ripped from the man's grasp, he is sent flying, slamming back first into a distant tree before slumping to the ground. Carefully, Silver steps around the discarded warhammer and slowly begins to walk towards the rest of the hunting party.

Use to operating alone, and with most lacking any sort of formal military training, the rest of the adventurers begin to scatter. Suddenly though the beast is among them, seemingly traveling through space in an instant faster then they can perceive.

Silver blinks forward, with a single swipe of a paw, his claws disembowel 3 adventurers before they even know what hit them. Spinning around in place, he catches another before she can react. Silver drives his claws through her body and jerks his leg to the side and up. In a spray of blood the woman's torso flies into the air as the lower half of her body collapses to the ground.

The small badger, having kept her wits about her so far, begins to chant. A sense of power fills the air and the adventurers in her immediate vicinity recover. Grouping up with the badger in the center, they form a tight defensive circle.

Silver pounces on the possum next. Knocking the marsupial to the ground, the large wolf looms over the relatively small anthro. Leaning down his jaws encompass his prey's head and shoulders in one bite. Despite his prey fists pounding his face, he casually tosses his head up. Silver lets gravity take over, the majority of the possum's upper body slides down and enters his bestial gullet. He swallows again, the possum's kicking legs are now inside the wolven maw. Silver slurps up the marsupials long hairless tail, and with one last gulp, his squirming prey is deposited into his stomach.

The badgers chanting reaches a peak and a bolt of lightning erupts from her paw. With a blue flash and a large obscuring cloud of smoke, the bolt connects with the monstrous wolf. It's an impressive display of power and the remaining adventurers let out a cheer, but then the smoke clears.

If Silver was at all phased by the lightning bolt, he doesn't show it. He grows yet larger, to the size of a dragon, and then larger still. Striking as fast as a cobra, his jaws wrap around all 6 adventurers that surround the badger, crushing them together. Effortlessly he lifts them all straight into the air and sends them flying. Their bodies impact the branches of the canopy above before falling 60 feet down straight down. Each one impacting the forest floor in turn with a series of sickening thuds.

Now that she's completely exposed, The badger's chanting has take on a more nervous tone. However, she is still mostly maintaining her composure while slowly backing away from the monster before him.

Silver glares down at the small badger. "You show an impressive amount of willpower and self control. My very presence can stop the hearts of simple animals and strikes fear into anyone I will it to. You seem to be keeping your calm quite well. Although, that's exactly what I would expect from the practitioner of the magical arts. Tell me, do you want to die here?"

"Please don't eat me. I don't want to die, there's too many things that I still have to do."

"You don't? Then tell me, do you know any transformation magic? Things like polymorph spells and the like?"

"N.... no I.... I never mastered those arts, my talents lay elsewhere."

"Good, I have need of a mage to deal with a matter unrelated to this current rather pathetic incursion of yours. I will be blunt and very clear with you...."

Silver is interrupted by a loud battle cry coming from directly behind him. It is the young rabbit, he has picked up the burly man's lost warhammer and is charging right at the wolf, a look of fury in his eyes. When he gets within 10 feet of the wolf he trips on a tree root. Overbalanced, he tumbles to the ground, the warhammer sliding from his grasp.

One of silver's paws changes shape, becoming a clawed hand. He's not about to knowingly turn his back on a potential threat. He gently picks the badger up, he's not quite done with her yet. On 3 legs he turns around to address the small anthro rabbit laying on the ground. "You've got spirit I'll give you that, and maybe some real potential if you can stand being this close to me. However, did you really think that little hammer was going to hurt me?"

The rabbit lifts his head out of the dirt before answering. "I... I saw how you avoided it before..... so I thought it might work."

"You're observant too. You're right I did avoid it, but no, that hammer's power can't truly hurt me." The badgers winces and struggles in his grasp a bit as Silver lowers his hand to rest over the item in question. Clearly the mage is expecting a violent reaction. Instead, when the monstrous hand touches the hammer there is only a loud sizzling noise. A little smoke emits from the runes on the hammer, and then the item simply disintegrates, turning to a pile of black dust. "I admit, that stung a bit, but it did no real damage."

The badger's eyes are wide open in shock now. Now he is near to true panic. Turning her head, she implores the rabbit. "RUN, HE SEEMS TO JUST WANT ME, SO RUN!"

The rabbit gets to his feet, but is defiant. "I won't leave you, I can fight him!"

"GO, YOU IDIOT, YOU CAN'T POSI....." The badger's expression softens a bit and she continues. "This monster is beyond ANY of us. If that hammer did nothing to him, then not even Norlen and Golshaleron working together stand a chance against him, so RUN!"

Silver finds their short exchange very amusing, he lets out a wolfish chuckle before speaking. "It's good that you care for your comrade, but really you shouldn't worry. I'm not going to kill or eat him. I won't take him captive either. In fact, he is free to go."

"WHAT!?!" Both the rabbit and the badger exclaim in unison.

"I want someone to live and go back to civilization to tell others of what happened out here. I don't think my pack are going to leave any survivors, so you my little rabbit are it. You will be guided safely out of the forest, you have my word. All you have to do is head that way. He explains, pointing with the hand that is holding the badger."

The rabbit looks suspicious. "What about her, he says pointing to the badger."

Silver rolls his eyes "If I was going to kill her, I would have done it by now."

"Don't worry about me, save yourself."

"Your really should leave, before I change my mind." The giant wolf looks increasingly inpatient.

With one last hesitant look back at the badger, the rabbit heads off into the forest in the direction the wolf had indicated.

"Good, we're alone at last." He looks around at all the corpses littering the immediate area "Well mostly." A wicked grin spreads across his long muzzle and he laughs. He lifts the badger up to his face and looks her in the eyes. "Now, where were we? Ah yes, we were discussing your fate. I have need of your skills."

"Why would I ever want to work for a monster like you? Why wouldn't I just try to escape the first chance I got."

"A monster? You're the ones that came into my forest home with hostile intentions. Regardless of that though, let me be clear, as I was trying to be before we were interrupted. Your choices are to become a werewolf and serve myself and my pack, or I'm just going to eat you right here, right now."

"That's not much of a choice is it?"

Silver laughs again, "You're right, but it still IS a choice."

"I can already tell, you're a real piece of work, aren't you? You enjoy presenting your prey with these kinds of false choices."

"Guilty as charged, but when you've lived for as long as I have, you find that life can get pretty stale. I have to get my entertainment somehow. Besides, like you said, I am a monster." Silver says with a long toothy grin.

The badger sighs. "I am familiar with most of the supernatural creatures in this world, so I understand what the process of becoming a werewolf entails. That's just more _ entertainment _ for you, isn't it?"

"I can already tell that I'm going to like having you around, you're a smart one."

"I hate you."

"So, should I just eat you then, or....?"

The badger sighs again, "No. There are still so many things I want to do with my life. A lot of things I want to explore in the magical realm as well. It'll be harder, but...... I can still do those things as a werewolf."

"Good choice." Silver gently sets the badger down on the ground. His hand shifts back into a paw and he begins to shrink back down to the size of a normal wolf. As his form shrinks, the bulge in his abdomen goes from not even being noticeable to being so large that his belly is nearly scraping the ground. His body may be smaller, but the prey inside his gut has remained the same size.

"Do you have to mount me with your belly stuffed with two of my guildmates like that?"

Another evil grin crests Silver's face. "Well the battle for this forest is not won yet, and I am needed elsewhere, so yes. We have to do this now. I could make my body larger and then it' be less obvious, but then my cock would be so big that it'd likely break you in half. If you want that though...."

"There you go with the false choices again, you're a real bastard."

"Hehehehe," he growls. "You're right, but I will at least leave the position we do it in up to you."

Cursing under her breath, the 5 foot tall badger woman strips out of her robes. She cuts a shapely figure, attractive by any species's standards. She sits down on a moss covered tree stump, leans back. Her legs hang over the side. She spreads herself for the horny, bloated, feral wolf before her. "Let's get this over with."

Silver licks his chops, sticks his unnaturally elongated muzzle between the females legs and begins to lap away at her folds. Not only is she already soaking wet, he can instantly tell that she is in heat. He withdraws, a wry smile on his face, he looks her in the eyes. "I hope you're ok with bearing a litter of my pups as well as becoming a werewolf."

The badger looks somewhat distressed for a moment and then far more resolute. "I know that I'm in heat. I also know you male werewolves can impregnate just about any female from any species. That's one of the ways you spread your curs...... er, um, gift. I.... I'll take the risk."

Silver shakes his head. "I am going to give you some genuine advice, this will be easier for you if you force yourself to think of it as a gift. No matter what your actual thoughts on lycanthropy are. I've lived for millennia and have seen far too many newly turned werewolves fail to adjust to the reality of their new selves. If you don't think you can do that, then it's better for both of us if I just eat you."

"H... how are you, You're THAT old!?"

"Hmm I guess you don't know everything about my kind after all then. Yes, we werewolves are functionally immortal in terms of lifespan. You said there were many things that you want to accomplish when it comes to magic, right? Think of it this way, as a werewolf, you will be able to live long enough to really see your research through." Silver can see the gears in the badger's head turning.

"I can't believe I'm saying this, but... I think you've actually convinced me..... but... What's your plan for the surrounding towns? I do still have family there. What do you want to use my powers for?"

"I am not going to do anything hostile to any of the surrounding towns. I am only interested in defending my home. As long as the guild gets the message that the Werewood is off limits, I will have no further problems with the so called civilized peoples. As for your powers, well. There is a certain mage who has moved his magical wizard's tower into the forest. He is causing problems, but the location of the tower is obscured by magic. I need you to deal with that. What about you though?" Silver says, gesturing towards the corpses again. "I slaughtered your friends, are you really just going to accept me without any sort of coercion on my part?"

"Well, they didn't deserve to die, well that possum was kind of an ass. I still feel kinda awful about it though.... but, to be honest I didn't really care for them. None of these people were all that strong, I didn't consider them friends. The pursuit of power is my main goal. It's what I really care about most. I joined the guild because I thought they were powerful, especially with the dragon and his rider on their side... but you.... You're far stronger. I didn't realize the heights of strength that a werewolf can achieve, it seems like my education only focused on the downsides of lycanthropy. Now you're offering your power to me. So yes, I'm going to give myself to you. I would like to at least know your name first though."

"My name is Silverlight Grows Long At Midnight, but you can Just call me Silver. And yours?

"I'm Mira Afireria, advent.... former adventurer and student of the arcane arts."

"It's good to meet you Mira, I think this is the start of a very.... fruitful relationship."

"I think so too, now, Silver?"

"Yes, Mira?

"Fuck me, turn me, fill me with your pups."

"Silver licks his chops again, "I thought you'd never ask."

Silver rears up, his fore-paws coming down on the stump to either side of Mira. Slowly, he shuffles forward, his stuffed belly pushing and grinding the badger's back into the mossy stump. With a few probing thrusts of his hips he spread some pre through the fur on the insides of her thighs before zeroing in on the mark. The tapered tip of his girthy, red, lupine cock brushes up against her already sloppy folds.

As soon as Mira feels him at her entrance, she lifts her legs up. She moans as the tapered tip catches on the edge of her pussy and slips inside.

"Mhhhm, you're nice and tight." Silver says appreciatively. He moves his hind legs forward more to either side of the tree stump. Then, slowly he pushes his cock into her silky folds.

Beneath the bulk of the wolf, the badger gasps and clenches her fists as she is spread open by the lupine intruder. She can can actually feel the outlines of her two former guild mates within the beast as presses his form almost completely over hers. Only her head is still sticking out from underneath the weight of his gut, she is staring up at his furry chest as he seemingly bottoms out in her small, tight cunt.

"That's about as far as it will go.... for now. Are you ready?"

Already unable to catch her breath, Mira doesn't reply verbally. "W_hat does he mean, for now? He already feels huge, there's more!?"_ With some difficulty, she pulls one of her arms out from under the wolf's belly, reaches up and pats Silver on the side.

With that Silver pulls his hips back, nearly pulling his pulsing member from her twitching, dripping sex. He doesn't just slam it back in though, almost gently he slides back in, his cock penetrating slightly further this time spurting a good amount of pre as it goes. Over the next few minutes, Silver patiently builds up a pace, each thrust of his hips just a little bit faster then the last.

The badger moans and squirms under the rutting wolf. Each thrust spreads her open more and more, penetrates deeper and deeper. His thrust are becoming so forceful that her body is starting to be pushed out from under the lupine's prey stuffed gut. "Or, am I getting larger? Are the changes already starting?" Grunting as she pulls her other arms free. With both hands she reaches up and braces her self against both of Silver's forelegs. She pushes her own body back, back further under his gut and impaling herself further on the massive piece of wolf flesh, clearly asking for more.

This does not go unnoticed by silver, stopping for a moment to readjust himself, he is soon slamming slamming into her with a new a ferocity. His massive, furry, swinging balls rhythmically slapping against her body with every thrust. His knot soon emerges from his sheath and begins to pound at her gates, demanding entry.

Mira moans every time Silver bottoms out in her. Her lengthening tongue lolls out of her increasingly wolfish muzzle as she is bred. Many other sensations besides pleasure are now traveling through her body. There are sharp pains as bones snap, lengthen and reforms. Her hide itches and crawls as it is stretched over her growing frame. Despite her larger size, she finds that Silver's gut isn't pressing down on her body as much as it was. The prey bulge in his belly is less and less noticeable. Mira realizes that Silver is matching the size of his body with hers as her wolven transformation continues. Just then there is a particularly sharp pain in her legs as her femurs begin to lengthen, and she cries out.

"Silver looks down between his front legs at her. "Hey, focus on me, focus on the pleasure. I know it hurts, but I promise that you'll be alright after this."

Mira looks up at him a look of both parts pain and lust across her half transformed features. "Please, just knot me, end this." The werewolf obliges. She feels his body actually shrink a bit, and then the pounding against the entrance to her pussy intensifies. She lifts up her shapely, long, wolven legs and wraps them around his haunches, pressing her body further into his. "Silver!" She calls out in ecstasy as the knot breaches her entrance and slips inside of her with a wet pop. She clamps down around it and screams out a howl as she squirts all over his entire throbbing length. At the same time her tail lengthens considerably, her muzzle stops changing and pointed wolf ear sprout from her head. The transformation is complete.

Silver lifts his head up and howls as his knot engorges he injects a torrent of lycanthropic cum directly into the newly turned werewolf's fertile womb. The entire cavity quickly filled, the pressure from the back-flow causing some of their mixed breeding fluids to escape from around the engorged knot.

As they are both still coming down from their respective highs, Mira suddenly realizes that she smells blood. She looks to the side. Her claws are no longer the dull but well manicured nubs they were before. Now they are very sharp and more then an inch long, and during the throes of their mating she had dug them deep into Silver's forelegs. "Oh, shit.... SORRY!" She quickly releases her grip, her body falling the short few inches to land on the tree stump, tugging on the knotted member that is buried deep in her body.

Silver gasps at the added stimulation and the chuckles "It's fine, don't worry about it. If you look, the wounds have already closed up."

Mira turns her head again and see that it is so. "Oh," she says.

Silver laughs again, "Just one of many benefits of being a werewolf, we heal fast from just about any injury that doesn't outright kill us." His body begins to shrink in size until his still fully engorged cock is small enough to be easily pulled from his partner's cunt. He dismounts, his prey filled belly is once again almost scraping the ground. He stretches, licks his retreating member clean, and then turns to face Mira, looking over her new form.

The anthro badger turned werewolf has a disappointed look on her face.

The now small male sighs, "As much as I would like to remain tied with you, I still have an invasion to deal with. You're beautiful by the way. Your features are fully wolven, but you've kept the fur pattern of a badger. It shows your heritage nicely."

Mira looks over her transformed body, seeing that he is right. She stands up on shaky legs, finding that she now stands at twice her original height. "I could get use to this, but I can still return to my previous form if I want, right?"

Silver nods, "There are other forms too, that'll be something myself and the pack will teach you in the coming days."

Just then two more werewolves come into view. They are larger then Mira, but have a young look about them.

Silver turns to address them. "Ah, Lukai, Sarl, what news of Rond? Is he safe?"

The two young werewolves look down at the ground. "No, they both say, almost in unison."

Silver gives them a look of patient understanding, "It's fine, just go ahead and tell me what you saw."

The larger of the two speaks up. "We arrived at the spider web to find that the dragon and his rider had found Rond before we did. We knew we couldn't fight them, so we hid." Both of the young werewolves hang their heads in shame. "While we watched, the dragon ate Rond, swallowed him whole. It was weird though, Rond mated with the dragon's tongue and the dragon's rider pawed off to him doing it."

Mira gasps, "Norlen did that?"

"Who is she?" The smaller of the two werewolves asks, cocking his head to the side. "I don't recognize her scent."

"She's a former adventurer and the newest member of our pack, her name is Mira. That's interesting though. So, the mighty heroes of the guild are into vore, huh?" A wicked smile spreads across Silver's muzzle. "Very interesting indeed. Mira, am I right in assuming that the guild wouldn't be accepting of such a thing?"

Mira looks uncomfortable. "I mean, I don't judge, but yeah. They may even be kicked out if that ever came to light. The guild has a strict code of conduct. As they would put it, that's what really separates them from the monsters."

Silver laughs, "Yeah, that kind of drivel sounds about right for them." He turns back to address the other two werewolves. "You two did well, exactly as you have been instructed. When you encountered an overwhelming enemy, you didn't immediate charge in. You observed, and then brought those observations to someone who can properly deal with the problem. What were the dragon and his rider doing when you left?"

The smaller of the two werewolves pipes up. "The dragon can't fly with Rond in his stomach, so they decided to take a nap."

"In the middle of our forest? That's bold of them. It may just make things easy for me though. I need to get moving. He turns to address Mira once again, These two will escort you to where the rest of the pack is gathered. The larger one is called Lukai, and the other is Sarl."

Mira nods.

"I expect both of you to treat her with respect, she'll have an important roll to play in our pack. I also expect you to help her along and show her the ropes. I just turned her, she is new to this."

"Yes Silver, we understand. It's good to meet you Mira, welcome to our pack." Lukai says.

"Yeah! Welcome!" Sarl agrees

Mira smiles, "thanks you two, and you as well Silver."

With that the three werewolves head off deeper into the woods. Silver departs in the opposite direction, towards the spider's web were the dragon and his rider are currently sleeping.

-End Part 2-