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(The following takes place after Elise’s first transformation, but the references to her meeting this canine pack comes before that. Eventually to be written; Elise tempts fate with returning to park neighboring the vast woodlands beyond, where she ran into her encounter with the large wolf she dare not believes to be the mythical creature horror story and movies. Her reprieve in finding courage and joy in taking serene pleasure in the bosom of nature once again sparks the first signs of her metamorphosis, eventually finding herself having strayed from the park trail deep into the woods distracted by a primal elation to simply run free as far and deep as her feet can take her.

Some fright returns as she eventually becomes aware of her error, the haunting memories of her beastly encounter revitalizing her fears. Seeking to find her way back Elise starts to pick up sounds and smells that were once weak to her human senses, enticed and allured by the newfound thrill of nature’s world causing her to stray deeper before coming to her senses and returning to retracing her steps.

She does not get far as she stumbles upon a roam pack of feral dogs, the mutts taking notice and at first striking Elise with the threat of retaliation. Elise remarkably matches the dog’s threats with bared teeth and menacing snarls of her own persuading the aggressive canines to stand down. As she tries to make sense in what she is doing, the canines become curious and approach cautiously wishing to sniff her body and become friendly. Overwhelmed by an primal desire her behavior shifts to mimic the dogs affectionate actions, brushing against their sides, nuzzling faces and necks, and taking a strange liking to smelling their scents.

As the dogs swarm Elise she begins to grow hot and bothered by her clothes, removing each article until she feels unquestionable elation in baring her nudity willing in nature and in front of the canines, the feel of their furry bodies and nuzzle profoundly pleasurable against her searing skin. As she continues to intimately play with the mutts Elise begins to feel her body ache, contortions and spasms happening often as if feels as if her being is being pulled and stretched. And yet she yearns for this sensation to grow and intensify, waiting for her body to feel less strange…to feel more animal.

*at this point I haven’t decided how this would proceed, but there are two options that you may help choose to see if you like.*

[Option A]:

Elise begins to grow wild, mind flooding with animal thoughts compelling her to act upon them; to gather onto all fours, to slate a hunger growing and hunt for prey. But above all else, to quell the fire that burns between her nethers swelling and shaping into a proper lupine sex.

The canines begin to take notice smelling the strong pheromones coming from her heat, the mutts taking conflicting turns to taste the flavor of her loins moistening for what is growing to be an eventual mounting from one of them.

Elise; at first, appears to welcome the oral invitation, remaining still in her quivering stance as little by little she feels her posture altering. Hands and feet swell and cramp elongating, her rib cage popping pushing against her chest to barrel outward, her spine arching and stretching growing a small tail, and her face grows with unbearable pressure aching to seek release as she feels her mouth forcibly push forward meeting with her nose, canines sharpening into deadly fangs as a proto muzzle slowly forms; her ears pulling out into incomplete lupine features. And a short veil of her chestnut fur sprouts and thickens over parts of her body, mainly her shoulders as a line forms down the center of her back and front; patches growing over her arms and legs as a small mane forms behind protruding cheekbones.

Despite the animalistic bliss of feeling her inner wolf coming to the surface and changing her, Elise’s memories of family and Mark would snap her back to her senses before the wolf can completely take over. Because of this, she becomes frightfully aware of one of the mutts beginning to mount her eagerly humping to grow erect and penetrate her loins. She knocks the mutt off her in a struggle, the dog fiercely holding on to claim its dominance over her, but she swipes at the canine’s face and turns to face them, once again roaring monstrously to spook them.

The pack once more backs away giving Elise space, though what bravely possesses them stay within the area moves them near the safety of the trees watching the transforming shewolf eagerly. It takes Elise a moment to calm the animal rage clinging to remain, grabbing her clothes and dashing away from the pack as far as she can.

[Option B]:

Events are similar to Option A, only her changes doesn’t progress quite as quickly…until the first mutt mounts her. Elise’s state of mind drowns in the demands to slate her rising animal lust, submitting willingly to the canine’s whims as she takes the girth of the animal’s rod without resistance. Her changes would continue to progress slowly, thinner patches of fur and mild changes to her hands and feet and face as the first mutt’s orgasm hits her hard.

Even in the afterglow; as the two remain tied, Elise’s thoughts continue to bellow for more awaiting the next mutt to take the first’s place and mount. Her wish becomes fulfilled shortly after as she lies on her back and helps guide the next dog into her loins, her legs curled and wrapped behind her latest mate as it pumps and enters her.

The animal lust is profound and intoxicating, her changes peaking farther into the above final description between man and animal. However; just as the next dog ties with her with Elise howling pleasure, her wolfish ears hears her cellphone ringing from her tossed aside shorts. This brief moment of clarity causes her to remember her parents and Mark, either one of them potentially calling her. Thinking of them, she slowly regains her senses as she realizes what she is doing. Unfortunately; she feels little strength to remove the second dog now, the primal pleasure of copulation too great to drastically stop near its end.

The second wave of orgasm is sickly sweet, Elise overwhelmed by the animal sexual euphoria she feels but horrified that she has let two dogs fuck her. She struggles to maintain control of herself as she is stuck to wait for the canine’s knot to loosen. In this time she finally becomes aware of the monstrous metamorphosis reshaping her appearance, bothered further by the fact she actually feels a bizarre sensual beauty in her beastly appearance. Once the second dog removes himself, Elise immediately gathers to all fours facing the dogs with in panic. When the larger of the three begins to approach her eagerly she bares her fangs and snarls menacingly at the trio spooking them away to hide behind the trees as they simply watch her. Elise grabs her clothes and dashes off away from the canine pack.

No matter which option becomes final, they both converge to Elise racing through the woods following the scents and sounds of other people and urban property, stopping near a riverbed before pushing further. She stops to gather her thoughts taken account of what just happened while she further study of her naked body in its present state; a gestalt Werewolf urging to continue changing. But Elise fears of what she might become, who she could hurt if out of control, and what her family and Mark might think seeing her this way.

Desperately; Elise fights to take back control of her body pleading her inner wolf to return to its slumber and let her be her. Miraculously; the wolf listens feeling the fur shed from her body and her frame realigning back into her human self, crying in relief. However; she feels the wolf stirring inside, and a quick glance at the calendar of her phone remains her that the one month anniversary of her wolf attack is tomorrow…as the full moon cycles back around.

Between these events and the following story is the Curse: Elise’s First Transformation chapter, where she runs to the woods fearing the wolf coming back out, only this time she would have no say in far it will take her. What follows from there leaves off where she confronts the Werewolf that attacked her (a hunting accident incidentally running into Elise chasing deer) learning he will help Elise understand her lycanthrope as much as he can. He also swears that he will never allow their primal baser urges to sway each other into mating again hearing about her affection for Mark and how he feels guilty in his wolf taking advantage of the situation.

Unfortunately; Elise’s primal hungers are tougher to suppress even as a human, days later trying to provoke Mark into having sex with her as her heat returns demanding to be quelled. Mark is confused and frightened in Elise’s drastic behavior as she eventually grows aggressive going almost as far as to…well, raping him. She doesn’t, of course, though the moment is spoiled and she rushes out of his apartment leaving Mark bewildered and concerned.

It is after that, on the same night, that we find Elise rushing into the park and deep into the woodlands, her primal lust out of control.

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*Sorry that opening explanation became extravagantly lengthy ^__^;*

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The dog pack’s scent is growing closer, stronger; Elise’s feet glide swiftly across the woodland terrain seeking the trio of mutts that had lured her indirectly into their primal influence before. Their roaming trail astonishingly is easy to follow with her heightened animal senses picking out the cluster of paw prints from bush to tree; territories marked leaving behind their personal aroma. Strong males; virile studs, the thought of what she hoped the mutts could provide that Mark is too timid to perform raced feverishly within her head, soft whines breaking through heated pants.

It’s too much Elise internally groaned, nails ripping across the thin fabric of her midriff tank top; trembling anxious hands urging to tearing away the suddenly damp constricting garment from her chest, her shorts to follow the longer the need to bare her nudity escalates. I need it. I need sex. I need…mate…need to mate!

Small rises drop Elise onto all fours barely slowing her sprint, frustrated how her posture cannot remain like this in her current frame forced back onto her feet each time the earth flatted onward. At least the brief shift brought welcoming primal exhilaration, the cool soil and grass tickling bare thickening padded feet igniting the gradual elongating of animal hindpaws with every hurried step in her run. Wild eyes focused forward hunting for shadowy forms of the canine pack roaming ever closer, cramping hands pulsating as the next rise that came brought her back to all fours revealed how beastly her forepaws were becoming.

Still hurts. But feels good…being animal. Being…wolf…

Coming to an halt at the bottom of a falling slope Elise stayed postured, rousing elation to feel that the length of her monstrous lupine paws quickly is met by the rippling protrusion of her spine arching her back; her rib cage cracking widening her chest yet her torso slightly lengthens with her spine almost narrowing her physique. Thrilling snarls mixes with her pants and whines; the sensation of her being little by little returning to is primal form exotically euphoric. The memory of her first change turns out to be not a lie, the unsettling pleasure of transforming into a monstrous wolf a reality as it happens again so soon.

Has Elise become easily accustomed to her life as a Werewolf? Is being a wolf really this wonderful; embracing aggressive urges to hunt and kill for sport and food a natural turn-on, to be led towards any beast that can slate the surging primal lust of her heat each transformation? If not Mark then the Wolf that bite and cursed her can indeed help satisfy her desires, but the Wolf scorned such a relationship vowing only council and support in her life changes never wishing to take advantage of her heat again.

So the dogs will have to do. After all; they helped Elise with her lust before. She knew they would be ecstatic to have their bitch back to breed again.

A stirring howl crescendo’s out throughout the woods, Elise calling for the canine pack to expect her arrival. Howling abruptly slips into furious growls, the wolf roused impatiently as she thrashes where she stands, body contorting and quivering. She reaches for her torn tank top with one inhuman forepaw and rips the unwanted fabric away from her body, snarls flooding her voice though they rumble in joy rather than anger. Pale chestnut hairs sprung to life down her center of her chest throughout her run continue to freely gather up around the front of her shoulders down to the naval and deeper, the annoyance of her shorts brush tightly against a thickening bush grown between her legs. Small relief comes at said shorts beginning to tear around her toning thighs, its waistline gradually being forced back down around her rump as a wagging nub of boney flesh pushes out from below her spine, thin patches of fur sprouting along the top of her lupine tail.

Ffff…fuck…yes… Elise’s mind growls, hindpaws aiding the violent remover of her tattered shorts and panties flicking them away, fully nude and loving it. Clothes wrong. Fur better. Body…feeling better.

Elise’s fangs shut tight as she continues to snarl wildly, face throbbing as she can feel her head wanting to take its primal form. Her ears are the first to advance, flesh lengthening into points and widening slightly to match a truer lupine features as they pull high over the temples, twitching and erect as thin brown fur coat them. Her neck aches as new muscle begins to reshape and extend, adding to the proper sensation of a quadruped frame while her fur thickens around the collar forming the start of her mane. The worst of it, now disturbingly the best, erupts over the center of Elise face; cheekbones protruding as the bones of her mouth and nose began to crack and push, mouth agape as it and her nose slowly starts to grow out and combine. Though incomplete; a short muzzle reflects the animal within to the surface, snout flared and darkening into its leathery animal form while carnivorous incisors fill the small gaps formed from the mild growth.

With beady feral yellow eyes piercing through the nocturnal woodlands she stares attentively, wolf ears perked heeding the howling replies of the canine pack calling for their breeding bitch to join them in their unobstructed frolic.

Mates! Elise’s animal mind exclaims; her heavy panting resumes as excitement courses her very being, the sensation of her beastly transformation ebbing as her energy returns to her maddening sprint across the woodlands. Unbridle bliss follows her galloping paws as her changing form allows her to stay on all four now, her altered posture favorable compared to her weak unbalanced human self. Much more remained to shed away such ugly blemishes, though her studs will soon help erase them once one claims her.

Even if one is enough to resurrect the wolf completely from her body, the night is young and her heat howls for the touch of mounting studs. The shewolf will not be content to mate just once.

The feral dogs greet Elise as she appears in front of them, barks and whines of joy sounding from their yapping maws as she rests in place dotting the trio with her sultry golden gaze. She gingerly approaches the eager canines as they swarm around her, body brushing and muzzles nuzzling the shewolf’s form affectionately; snout sniffing out her intoxicating feminine scent from neck to chest and thighs to tail. Elise returns their affections in kind offering loving licks and playful nips as she tussles with the mutts tackling and knocking into her seeking the other’s attention.

So many…horny studs. Mount me, any stud. Smell me…need mate…breed.

The surmounting weight of her lupine instincts and desires drowned out any further rational thought from her mind, believing the choices she is making tonight are of her own volition. The last vestige of human thought knew that come the morning when she will inevitably change back to normal she’ll be left with staggering lament, her already unbearable depression to be tipped over the edge once she realizes what she has done. But it can’t be helped anymore, not when the moment fills Elise with nothing but pride and rapture embracing the wolf and the needs it demands, her developing tail curling back and flagged to air the pheromones of her heat to the studs that will claim her tonight.

Mount…breed…mate!

Two of the sleeker dogs take notice of her erogenous scent, the dogs fighting for control as their lapping tongues bath her swollen sex in their saliva flushing Elise’s being in euphoric warmth, the bones and muscles underneath her frame aching as they slowly start to shapeshift once more inching the shewolf closer to wolfhood. The oral bliss dies suddenly as she looks back and watches distressingly at the two pampering canines barking and snapping at each other’s muzzles now fighting physically for dominance of their bitch.

The larger of the pack intervenes snapping at the two barking loudly, fur standing on end and posture tense threatening pain if either of them claimed the shewolf first proving its alpha status. The sleeker duo submits the larger canine’s dominance whimpering away but staying close by opting to watch for now until their participation comes around.

Alpha Elise acknowledges smiling into excited panting as she holds her gaze on the larger dog examining her body, its snout exploring her fuzzy rump brushing underneath her flagged tail extending longer and filling thicker with her fur at the arousing curious touch of the male. Her nether lips moistens as the need builds madly, bending her elbows and lowering forward to the grassy earth awaiting anxiously for the stud to mount.

It takes it time continuing to prepare her swollen red tulips with messy lashes of its salivating animal tongue, claws buried in the ground as she struggles to maintain her posture quaking in carnal delight, soft whines and howls belting from her short muzzle unable to suppress her vocal emotions longer begging the male to commit and fulfill their instincts.

The Alpha’s forepaws presses above her waist, forelimbs sliding around her sides as they grip and hold as tight as they can, the canine’s underbelly grinding over her rump as its haunches works to align behind hers. Its pelvis starts to pump rocking her body, groaning growls trilling from parted animal-like lips feeling such bodily stimulation riveting.

And then came the spaded tip surfacing from the alpha’s sheath, whines steadily climbing with every poke of the stud’s throbbing head quickening the incline of her primal sexual arousal to near heavenly heights. Strangely; blurred images materialized in Elise’s mind struggling to understand what they were and what they were trying to tell her. She felt remorseful nostalgia as if seeing past the clarity behind these undistinguishable unnatural memories would desperately remind the shewolf of something she once lost.

Elise’s maw parted wide gasping in a beastly whine, whatever alien thoughts that sought to repress her primal desires fading away the moment the alpha’s girth penetrated her hot puffy gates. The rapture of mating like a real animal blossomed intensely in her fevered mind, panting heavily while her alpha ravaged her blistering temple, voice straining to howl in pleasure as the knot of his loins rammed fully inside; her sweltering walls tightening around the dog’s caninehood.

They were tied, and the shewolf braced for the sheer urgency of the males rutting, her tail fanning the mounted stud as it vigorously continued to hump and slate their mutual needs.

Breed. Mate. Breed. Mate.

_ _ Once more Elise’s mind is void of any thought other than her baser animal instincts to mate, the tie igniting the waves of metamorphosis pushing the shewolf closer to freedom. Fur thickened over exposed hide and humanoid structures collapsed and reshaped to meet the need of a real feral wolf’s form, her human breasts the only part allowed to exist though flattened to small supple mounds among her barreled chest; the swelling pinches of animal teats protruding below her abdomen.

Mate. Wolf. Breed. Wolf.

_ _ Elise’s face throbbed painful once more, beastly wails mixing with blissful whines; her short muzzle creaking with pushing bone and flesh as it takes its rightful shape, short fur spreading immediately to protect her hide. Her hair hides among the thicken mane of her pelt, her forehead collapsing completing the full appearance of her lupine form. Wild feral eyes shine brilliantly through half-shut lids, howling jubilantly as the woods reclaimed one of its children; a shewolf reborn.

Wolf! Wolf! Wolf!!!

The shewolf howls immediately after the first along with her alpha, its final thrusts buried deep within her sex as she feels the stream of the canine’s molten lust, orgasms met together. The bitch’s lust quelled for now leaves her weary lying down on her belly, taking in the afterglow of breeding. She looks back with panting maw seeing the alpha wrestle its hindlegs around her furry rear facing away as it lies down like her, their tie locking them until the male’s juices drain.

The shewolf smiles wanting her mate to come to her soon and rub fur and flesh intimately, carnal stimulation remaining a constant craving even as she cools down and drinks in the fruits of her first session.

The watching mutts dethroned earlier from having their first taste rushes to the forlorn shewolf hastily slating her carnal needs with frantic nuzzles and rubbing sides, one of them grown bold stand in front of Elise facing away as its dangling sheath parades into view tantalizing the unyielding lustful desires circulating her core. She wastes no second thought licking the furry covering, the tip of her muzzle nipping.

Fangs soon bare a craving of their own, another hunger quietly creeping within her stomach as she teases the provoking mutts with oral favors, the shewolf’s mind racing ravenously.

(as much as this story is erotic, there is a ultimate sadness that follows Elise throughout as she struggles with her new lycanthropy. You may not like what happens next, but the events prior and after this segment hopefully will add a unique mature depth to the potential pleasures “and curse” to be a werewolf.)