The Wolf and the Sheep
#2 of The Rapture Institute
"Sara, come over here and fix this." The voice of Jeremiah echoed across the ground and the red-haired women gritted her teeth as she got up from where she'd been measuring the distance in the sand Rose had jumped. Over a period of just two weeks she'd improved by almost three feet, and that was just her. Nearly everyone of the girls at S:t Ma... Rupture Institute had improved immensily in their athletical performance. Excess fat had been replaced with muscles, but madam Balkins made sure that each and every student ate until they were stuffed; Sara wondered if the old matron had had her dreams fulfilled when Jeremiah had taken over the school...
"Yes Mr Adams..." She didn't know when she'd started calling him by his last name, but it just felt natural. Maybe she simply longed for the time before his arrival, when teachers were called by their last name and remained blissfully anonymous aside from it. Or perhaps she just liked the smile on his face every time she said it.
No, no she didn't. She chided herself mentally as she walked over to where the man was standing bent over one of the girls in her class; his hands deep in the pockets of his labcoat and the usual cigarette in the corner of his mouth.
"What is it?" she asked, but she knew the answer even before she got there. Jackie from 2-B was holding her left knee, biting down on her lips with tears forming in the corners of her eyes.
Of all the girls in school, Jacquelin Flores was the most accident-prone. She was a petite, italian-american girl with beautiful darkbrown, curly hair and large, doe-like eyes the same color as her hair. She had had the most difficult adapting to the new daily regiments and although now she fared much better, she was still a much poorer performer than the rest of her class. She hadn't really told anyone why, but Sara and a few others knew that she had a feeble body that no amount of training could make up for.
"What do you want me to do, Mr Adams?"
"Fix this." Jeremiah said with a frown on his face, "I can't have slowpokes in my school."
Jackie looked up at Sara with pleading eyes; the two hadn't been very close friends, but three weeks of this place had brought a lot more of them together. Plus, Sara WAS the spokesperson.
"Get up, Jackie." Even Sara herself was surprised by the roughness in her voice. "You heard Mr Adams, if you're tired you can take over my place measuring jumps, but you can't sit down here."
"B...But..." Sara saw how the tears that had so long threatened to escape now streamed down the girls' cheeks. It made her... angry... Who did she think she was? Everyone else was doing their best! And to trouble Mr Adams this much...
"Get up!" She growled loudly, her eyes widening along with Jackies. The girl took the hint, however, and got up on her feet, the small, bleeding scratch on her leg forgotten. She scampered over to the sandpit where the long jumps were being held, looking back at Sara only when she reached it.
"Good job, Sara." Jeremiah said, his wrinkles easing up as his mood lightened. Sara smiled, a slight blush creeping up her face. It took her close to ten seconds before she realized what she was doing and she forced herself to look angry.
"Listen, Mr Adams. I don't..." she suddenly felt hesistant about continuing. Why? She'd never had any problems in arguing with him before... "I don't think you should..." she felt a sudden urge to go and hide, as if she was throwing rocks at a sleeping dragon.
"Hmm?" Jeremiah turned to her. Apparantly he'd been thinking about something else.
"...Nevermind..." she mumbled, face red from ear to ear. She hurried away to reprimand Christina D'Artiet who'd been talking with her little clique, clearly not doing what they ought to be doing.
After everyone had showered up Sara remained behind to make sure everyone left towards the Cafeteria. She'd ignored the comment D'Artiet made about her being "more of a prefect than a Spokesperson; who's side are you on anyway?", but when no one else was there she began to think about it.
Who's side was she on? Really?
She frowned and went into the showers herself. She didn't feel any real need to shower; since about two weeks back she hadn't been sweating at all as much as she used to. In fact, she felt a lot stronger and resilient than she'd been, and her scorecard showed it. Of all the girls, she was the top performer, a few being close to her scores, but no one was so good on so many different things as she was. Strangely though, before she'd been able to work up quite a sweat before her breath got any heavier, but these days she started panting only a few minutes into it.
The large shower-room was rowed with stalls on both sides, each one having a little curtain for the shyer students to stand behind as they cleaned up. Nowadays, no one bothered. After seeing each other naked 24/7 for three weeks, you really stopped caring. Of course, had the weather been cold, as it SHOULD have been, there would've been more complaints filed about it. As it were, you were nearly sweating without even wearing anything. The sun was blazing and whenever there was a rain you could still exercise in it without feeling the slightest bit of cold. She hadn't asked Jeremiah about it, but she was sure he had something to do with it. You didn't get weather like this this high up north for so long, at most you'd get a week or two at the peak of summer, if you were lucky.
She stepped into the stall she usually used and turned the faucet on. The cool water felt wonderful against her skin and she took the bottle of soap from the stand and began to lather herself in it. She enjoyed these moments immensily; as the elected spokesperson she HAD to stay behind like this, and no one ever seemed to come in here before or after lunch. She had the entire room for herself.
Slowly she moved her hands down as she continued to rub the soap over her body. No one ever used her stall, or her things, so she could leave them where they were. She'd never even wondered why, it was so obvious it was her stuff. Hers. The spokesperson...
Her fingers grazed lightly over her sex as she let out a soft gasp. Her folds were already blood-filled and throbbing, her sex as sensitive as usual. She moved her other hand to squeeze one of her breasts slowly, imagining long, slender fingers, slightly stained with nicotine, grabbing her, running his other hand down her spine. His nails lightly digging into the soft flesh of her chest, teasing her nipple, his teeth pulling slowly at her ear.
She groaned deeply as she pressed herself up against the stall wall, her fingers suddenly deep in her sex as she pumped and buckled, bracing herself against the wall and rubbing her chest over it, her stiff nipples suddenly exploding with itchy warmth. She felt how Jeremiah, no, Mr Adams let his fingers glide over her nipples and areolas, his touch rough yet caring. She let her free hand reach up to grab the top of the wall to secure her footing as she began to rub her clit with her other hand, grinding her flesh against the hard plastic. She wanted him inside her, wanted him to get that pleasure from her, wanted him to use her like she knew he wanted to. She was hers, his to dominate, to command, to rule!
She gave a yelp as she suddenly couldn't hold it anymore. Using both her hands she gripped the top of the wall and climbed around to the pole that marked the outer end of the stalls. She pressed her eager sex against it firmly, spreading her legs wide to let more of her insides meet the smooth, metallic bar. Then, using only her arms, she began to slide up and down, the feeling beyond ecstatic. She yowled in pleasure as she came, her juices squirting over and coating her metallic lover.
She then slid down, slowly, to the floor, panting deeply and her tongue lolling out of her mouth, her chest heaving with exhaustion.
After a while she became aware of the water that still ran from the showerhead and she got up, lightheaded but feeling reborn. She knew she could never let anyone see this. They wouldn't understand. SHE didn't understand it. Even know the feelings she'd felt so intensily had washed away like soap and now she once more only felt loathing towards Jeremiah...
She checked herself after she was done showering to make sure that nothing out of the ordinary would be visible when she went back. Everything looked normal, but the amount of hair around her sex seemed thicker than usual. And her clitoris still seemed a bit stiff. She guessed it wouldn't be visible though, not that girls generally checked each other out that much.
"Where have you been?" Rose asked her as Sara sat down at the table next to her, her platter completely covered in food. Today was potatoes au gratin with fillet of pork.
"Got into an argument with a first-yearer." Sara replied shortly as she dug into her food. She literally wolfed it down, barely stopping to breathe or drink. This wasn't unusual amongst them after the streneous activities they had before lunch, so Rose didn't seem to pay it any attention.
"You weren't being nice to Jackie." she said matter-of-factly. Sara didn't even stop her eating as she replied:
"Rose, she's been like this forever. We're not getting saved, we're not getting out of this and we're probably not going to see an end to this exercise program. She's got to grow up and face tha..."
"She has," Rose corrected Sara, "and she's trying the best she can. But it doesn't help her when the person we chose to represent us starts doing whatever that crazy man tells her to."
"Don't you call him crazy!" Sara growled without thinking, but then realized what she'd done. "Listen, Rose, I hate that guy's guts as much as any of us here, but we can't fight him. He's got those things," she nodded her head to Itsy-Bitsy, who was the one in charge of watching the Cafeteria for today, "isn't it better to just co-operate until we can find a way out of all of this?"
"Yeah, I guess..." Rose frowned a bit as she chewed her own food. Sara noticed her friend seemed to have completely skimped out on meat today, and her platter was still half-full, despite the time it'd taken Sara to get there. Maybe she was trying for a diet? Rose hadn't lost enough weight to be called thin yet, but Sara really didn't see any reason for a diet.
"Look, I'll have a talk with Jackie later on. I didn't mean to shout at her." She meant it, but somewhere she felt a bit hurt that people were mad at her about it. She hadn't done anything wrong really. "But I'd appreciate it if you guys gave me some credibility. I'm trying to look out for all of us, and that's not easy." That wasn't a lie. The few things she'd been able to convince Jeremiah of were mostly trivial matters like how they should get better night-lamps, or that the golems shouldn't be standing guard inside the dressing rooms while the girls showered. Nudity aside, they wanted SOME privacy.
"Oh, yeah, sure. Sorry, I didn't think about that..." Rose said with an apologising smile. for the rest of the meal the two were silent and when they finished a quick check on the schedule told them that they were free for about two hours before the next class. Sara decided to check up on Jackie.
"Who is it?" Rose had told Sara that Jackie had gone back to her room after a very quick lunch, and the response from the knock proved that.
"Jackie? It's me, Sara. Can I come in?" She tried to sound apologetic as she spoke, but Sara really didn't feel any regret about what she'd done.
"...Mm, sure. It's open."
The room was like everyone else's, a two-bed room with a desk, a a rather large shared wardrobe and a bathroom. The wardrobes served no purpose these days, but it was a reassuring piece of furniture none the less, and for most girls their rooms were the last remnants of the life they'd had before the arrival of Jeremiah and his Golems. Sara roommate Bianca had been fortunate enough to have gone to her parents for a spell right before everything changed, which had resulted in Sara living by herself; she didn't complain.
Jackie, however, shared her room with another second yearer who Sara only knew by name. Josalyn. Josalyn was a mousish girl who never really stood out in anything, except maybe that she always gave the impression that she was afraid of everyone near her. She complemented Jackie pretty well in that aspect.
"Listen, about today..." Sara scratched the back of her head softly as she suddenly felt extremely embarrassed about the whole situation. Why was she there to apologize? It was as if the wolf was suddenly asked to go down to the meadow, find the leader of the sheep and apologize in person to him. It didn't make any sense.
"Yeah... I'm sorry that I caused all that commotion..." Jackie said softly, her lower lip trembling slightly. Sara suddenly felt even more uncomfortable, except this time she was suddenly thinking about the event in the shower. To her utter horror, she suddenly felt a wet stickiness slowly sliding down the inside of her thigh.
"Ah, erm..." she squeezed her legs together tightly and tried to convince Jackie to go back into the room through the power of her mind alone. That didn't really work.
"It's just that... that... I can't seem to get any stronger, or any better. I just... whenever I exert myself, I just fall down and I hurt myself. I get so exhausted..." Jackies words seemed to slowly loose their meaning to Sara as the red-haired young woman felt more and more uncomfortable. Images of a helpless Jackie, on the ground, her beautiful, virgin sex exposed, her small but beautiful tits in the dust...
"Do... Don't worry about it..unh..." Sara let out a soft gasp as she felt her sex get more and more moist, the smell now reaching her nose. Thick and musky, wonderfully sexy... but not now!
"Are you alright?" A worried look crossed over Jackies face as she took a step towards Sara who unwillingly took a step back.
"Do-Don't!" she yelled, unable to control her voice as she felt a deep churning in the pits of her stomach. Images of Mr Adamas, his pleased smile, his wonderfully deep, masculine voice...
"Why? What's wrong?" Jackie seemed even more worried, and Sara found, to her terror, that the mere sound of it turned her on horribly. She pushed past one-year younger girl and went to the begs, throwing herself down on the lower bunk.
Suddenly her nose was filled with the smell of Josalyn. She knew it was Josalyn. That smell, the smell of worry and of fear. God she wished that little mouse was here now. With her puckering lips and her breasts far too big for her. Had she thought she didn't stick out? Her breasts were some of the largest in school. But she hid it so well, always ducking, hiding. She wanted those breasts, to suckle on them, to suckle on one of those big nipples. But all she had was Jackie, poor, useless, cowardly Jackie.
"S-Sara! L-let me go!" Sara blinked and realized she was holding the wrists of Jackie who struggled to break free. For a moment her mind was clear, what was she doing? But then the smell of Jackie's terror filled her nostrils and she growled deeply. Did the sheep really think it could be treated with respect by the wolf?
She pulled the girl down on the bed effortlessly and barely noticed that her tongue was hanging out of her mouth, her breaths in deep, wet pants, saliva dripping down softly on the girl under her.
"Sara! Cut it out, this isn't funny!" The bleating of the sheep didn't register with the predator that was Sara. All she could think of was how she'd been told to fix the problem, and she'd fix it.
She felt a strange warmth in her loins, a warm, throbbing feeling that was nothing like the wetness she was used to. But she embraced it, she loved it. As fur spiralled out from her crotch, rust-red fur that covered her stomach in waves, slowly, she gave a yowl as Jackie tried to hit her in the face. She felt how a tooth in her mouth fell loose, but no blood came with it. Another worthless hit and more fell out. She didn't feel any pain, only exhileration as the prey fought back with all it could muster. She felt the stench of fear, so wonderfully similar to the smell of arousal. All it needed was a little push...
She bent down despite the punching and kicking from Jackie and began to suckle her nipple softly, her long tongue playing over it as the remaining teeth in her mouth fell out by themselves, sliding out between her lips and the wonderfully sweet, sweaty flesh of Jackie.
The fur continued to spread over her body in waves, growing thicker and thicker as welts appeared on her stomach . Four of them, bright red like insect-bites, yet slowly they expanded and grew, forming nipples, then flesh underneath. More breasts, more to feed the pups she'd breed if a male would take her.
Her ears grew out, fur growing on them as well as her muscular arms grew thicker, her entire mass improving as she became a perfect balance between femininity and masculinity, her abs only hid by her rapidly swelling breasts. Her first pair grew too, the areolas darkening slightly yet the nipples remaining pink, if only a bit larger. Her hair remained red and curly, yet became if possibly even more fiery red, the green in her eyes equally intense. Her freckles were hid by the fur in her face as it too grew out, her nose squashing up and absorbed into the growing muzzle, the flesh becoming black and wet like that of a dog's.
Jackie continued to squirm under her, but Sara didn't mind, the helpless girl reacted well. Her nipples were already growing stiffer, and she could smell the sweet juices of her sex as they slowly ran down her nethers. The smell of Sara was overpowering her fear, the smell of the alpha triggered the most basic of instincts in the little sheep under her.
She flinched a little as sharper fangs grew out in her newly formed snout, and she began to lick the girls' chest slowly in fear of damaging that tender skin. She wouldn't hurt the flock, she'd just keep them in line. Then Mr Adams would be pleased with her.
She felt strange between her legs. The heat had grown uncontrolled and suddenly she felt a small jab of pain in it. Looking down she realized that above her sex, its folds throbbing with lust, a sheath had grown and from its hole, the tip of something strange was poking out. The source of the pain was that Jackie had kicked out and had hit her sensitive nethers. Sara nibbled gently but decisively in the shoulders of her to show that "No, we don't do that." The girl seemed to take the hint.
Sara stopped briefly in her licking to watch how from the sheath grew a tube of flesh that she had, up until now, only imagined about. Without knowing it, her clitoris had transformed into a penis. She didn't even feel surprised, just happy about it. Now she could really keep the flock in line.
Her breasts had finally stopped growing and now the middle-pair was about as big as her old ones had been, the third pair was pretty tiny, about the size of Jackie's, and her original ones were large, definitely beating most of the girls in her class. It felt good. It felt wonderful to be the best. The master. The alpha. She'd help Mr Adams. She'd help him good...
Slowly she lowered herself even more on Jackie, her sensitive nipples brushing against the stomach and breasts of the girls as she kissed the frightened sheep slowly. She blushed heavily and her resistance was nothing to what it originally was. And now to dot the i...
It took some careful guidance, but slowly she pressed her new-found member into Jackies' opening, the slick surface providing little resistance to her semi-human, semi-canine cock. It was thick and long, yet the girl seemed able to take it all in without much problems. She could've been quite the slut, this girl, if she wasn't so introverted, Sara mused as she finally lay completely on top of Jackie, their faces utterly close.
A sudden pain distracted Sara, but as she realized that it was her tail she felt happy, how else could she show her master that she enjoyed being with him? She gave it a few wags; it hurt the first few times but as the fur finished growing it felt good. Everything felt good. The wolf-girl growled in amusement as she wondered why she'd ever doubted this. She'd been granted a great gift, but she'd tried to push it down again and again... but no more.
She pulled slowly out of Jackie, but a moan and the almost grabbing snatch told her the girl hadn't thoroughly learned her lesson.
So she pushed in again, and pulled out, and in. The pleasure was incredibly. Not only her cock, but her tits as well, the mere graze against them sent nigh-orgasmic pleasures through her entire body. She began to finger herself with a clawed, furred hand while the other massaged her own chest. To her surprise, she found that Jackie joined in, squeezing and rubbing the thick nipples of Saras chest in delight. The girl was gasping and smiling with every movement, all traces of her previous fear washed away and replaced by glorious delight in her "punishment".
She'd keep in line now, but to make sure Sara would have to keep these reprimands up. She gave a shudder as her cock suddenly stiffened, her entire body freezing before releasing her load, thick, potent wolf-semen, into Jackie. She'd have to get used to this, savor it more. She knew she couldn't get them pregnant; the wolf can't mate the sheep, but she could keep them in line... and she really hadn't liked the way D'Artiet had talked to her in the dressing room...