The Wild One's Rapture
The clawed hand reached out at the pair of women from a baggy brown robe sleave, enticing them forward.
"Two eager, curious young ladies now. What brings you down this dark alley at such a strange time? Curiosity--or be you spies, sent by the Watch Order, perhaps, to unveil... unscrupulous acts?" it asked, in a nasal voice.
Though it was clear they were peasants--and repressed as well--one had the mark of the Genta--a pale and slender thing, dark short hair, and a gentle wind that tossed and turned about her clothing--a sign of a spirit guide--the other was a half-elf, with mousy brown hair, and meager points to her ears which denoted her as a second-class citizen, a mere turd amongst Altima's oh-so high and mighty.
"What fortune then--a pair of young outcasts, perhaps looking for new purpose in our Lady's order?" the male figure asked, drawing all too near to his guests, wrapping himself first around the former, and then the latter, in appraisal.
"Wh-what... do you mean, p-purpose?" the meager Gent stammered. Her partner quailed against her, holding tight to her jerkin... Rattus smiled. Clearly these two were already something forbidden.
"Thorn and Fang gives many purposes, smooth, fair fleshed children. To eat--and be eaten..." he grinned, unveiling his face, and plucking up a wayward beatle, which he gnashed down upon smugly. "To pine for the lusts of the body, and heed their call." he continued, striding over and wrapping his arms around the pair's shoulders.
"To rut, to battle, to intertwine... and yes--to strangle!" he cried, raising his hands as if pronouncing some dark glory of the natural world. "There is little that is forbidden under the eyes of the Lady--we know not excess, only purpose. Those who fall prey to purpose... can they be called victims? No, I say!"
He turned his eyes back to the pair, grasping one another at the sight of his head, rodentine, freed from its cowl--and his frown turned back into a wry grin as he broke free of his ranting spell. Then he whispered, his buck incisors clenched...
"Yes... but purpose grants gifts... and the brave are not unduly punished, but rather... rewarded. You, humble pair... come, and taste of the gifts our way gives!"
He extended his paw... close enough that they could feel the warmth radiating off it--the danger it presented--the temptation it offered...
And the half-elf took his hand, her nails hardening, and darkening, overtaking her fingertips...
"The gift of stubborness... of willfulness... strength to buck off all restraints, to roam freely..."
She felt the twinge of something between her legs, tightening, tenting against her clothes... smelt a familiar scent--of the stable, and swooned as the change consumed her. She rubbed her morphing hands up her arms, felt fine grey fur glide up her skin, and bent to a stooping posture as her rump grew immeasurably large, and her proportions changed--as she filled out with muscle, and her breasts grew huge and firm... she ripped her sky-blue tunic off wildly with her hooved fingers, and accepted resolutely as they fused tight and hard together, the hair rising up her stomach, coating her breasts, her nippled changing from pink to black as she hung her overlong arms forward and drooled.
"The gift of stench... of singularity... the power to be an island, untouchable." the rat whispered, offering the Gent his other hand--she'd broken free of her changing partner in shock, and fallen to the flagstones, her hair still being tossed by her spirit guide... his hand reached closer to her as she lay there, imposing, almost demanding she take it...
"Haaaaaaw! HEEEEE!" her partner cried out gleefully, her face stretching, filled with blunt horse's teeth, as her neck shot up, her fair hair shedding, becoming bristly. The Gent could hear a rushing torrent of urine being unleashed by her mate, the smell of equine feces as she bore down a load with her muscular rump... and finally, the protrusion that had grown between her cheeks snapped free of its restraints as a long, powerful tail, tufted in black, and her pants dropped hard onto the stone, filled with massive clumps of manure that continued to pile as the wereass did her business.
"God, if I'd known it'd be this good to get cursed with zoanthropy, I'd have done it a long time ago." she brayed, passionately admiring her massive, dusky form, as she stood, ears rising now, high and haired over her equine head. She strode over to her mess, and wiggled her toes, watching them harden out at the ends as she squished and sunk her feet deep into the pile, letting out another torrent of horse piss, and flicking her tail free of manure.
With a hard crunching noise, the Gent heard her elf friend's feet morph and fuse, and when she next removed them from the hot pile of scat, they had transformed into thick, hairy hooves, clopping against the ground...
"Lovely." her friend moaned, palming her left breast clumsily with a hoof. "I think I'll do alright as one of you, if you'll allow me a little time to... adjust to myself now..."
Something about it made her get moist, and she took the wererat's hand. What would it do to her, she wondered, excitedly? She had little time to wait to find out, as the gift took hold...
The white stripe shot up her crown with alacrity, the abruptness of the change almost dizzying, as black fur stretched up the hand that had been taken, and raced inside her clothing. Black claws stretched and popped her fingernails out of place, and finally, broke free of their prison beneath, and hairy pads overcame both palms...
She crouched, on all fours, and grinned. "I'm turning into a skunk." she said, bluntly, feeling the inevitable pressure of a tail's growth building in her backside.
"I will admit... I've been waiting with indecent thoughts, for the one who'd accept that form." the wererat cooed, disrobing at once to reveal his naked tail, his greasy brown fur, and meager, plump form.
"You going to want to fuck this? Take a number," the Gent-skunk muttered, turning her rump to the cultist, as her face stretched into a snout, and her pantaloons burgeoned. White fur had crept aggressively up both halves of her face, interrupted by a black stripe that transitioned into the white upon her head. What had been fine and lustrous black hair, had become bushy and wild skunk fur. Finally, her pants ripped open to reveal the threatening double stripes of her namesake--a giant bushy plume.
"I admit, I'm going to regret this... but purpose calls..." the rat rasped, grasping her by the back, and ripping her clothes clean off, to reveal the naked fluffy form of an animal.
The rank scent sprayed, and was carried in a whirlwind by the girl's air elemental. Corrupted by the odor, it too transformed, and took the sillouhette of a skunk. Annointing the three of them with pungent musk, they swooned, intoxicated by some cursed enchantment the stench carried with it. They each lost themselves in human lust, each further transformed, more bestial, more perverted, until none of the three could hold back the change.
Her hooves tightened and beckoned her to all fours... his rodent ears sprung wide, his legs warping into fat haunches... and the Genta she-skunk felt her maw fill with fangs, and grew hungry for all manner of insect, no matter how vile. They each took the wildest part of mankind--the will to rut indiscriminately--and used it as an engine for their transformation into beasts.
The rat crawled and climbed about each of their forms, his worm tail wriggling and wrapping, as he clambered through fur and found things to nibble or suck... each of the ladies found their nethers, whether by their own mouths, or the parts of another companion. Clumsily they shifted between wilder and more managable human features, finding things about one another to enjoy--a thorny cock, a massive plump ass's cooze--or the sweet pucker of a skunk woman's rim...
Sinking deep into corrupted, sexual thoughts, groping for breasts and tails and hooves to lick, drenched in vile skunk scent, and transforming ever deeper into beastfolk--the three plunged into Thorn and Fang's grasp, their eyes glowing emerald and wild, as they dreamt of propogating the curse further... men, children, and women alike... all creeds and classes...
The ass let out a contented belch, and lay there with her partners in the streets.