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A Dire Portent

Written By: Skabaard

Venata's head shot up, her pointed, lupine ears twitching furiously. Something was different. She carefully pulled in a slow breath through her nose, testing the air for anything unfamiliar, but was able to detect nothing out of the ordinary. Still, something was off, and it burned at the back of her mind like an itch she couldn't scratch. "Ulric," she hissed under her breath, "Please tell me you can feel that."

Her tremendous, black-furred friend shifted behind her, having perked up at nearly the same time. "Don't worry Venata." he said in a low murmur, his thunderously deep voice quiet and subdued, "You're not going insane, at least not alone."

That didn't necessarily make her feel any better, and she rose cautiously to her feet with Ulric a heartbeat behind her. She couldn't shake the sense of nearly overwhelming dread that crawled up her spine and made her hackles rise, the tawny fur on the back of her neck standing on end. An uneasy step took her away from the bole of the ancient oak she had been reclining against and closer to Ulric. "I feel like... I feel like I need to be somewhere. Don't you? It's like that night... when I turned, but it's different. What's happening?"

Ulric likewise stepped toward her, peering up through a rare hole in the forest canopy. The full moon hung bright and high in the sky. "I don't know." he said with a growl rumbling in his cavernous chest.

Venata blinked at him. Gone was the casual, easy confidence with which the hulking wolf usually carried himself. He looked dangerous now, like a looming thundercloud, black and ominous, but his wickedly clawed hand on her shoulder was a comfort nonetheless. He nodded and she took off, Ulric barely a step behind. She tore across the forest floor, the dense undergrowth posing no barrier to her. She barely made a sound, and she could scarcely hear Ulric behind her as they both sped through the forest, knowing exactly where they needed to be, determined get there with all due haste.

It was quite the run, but nearly half an hour later they approached their final destination. Neither of them were even close to winded, and only Ulric's hand on her shoulder again encouraged her to slow to a stop. "I don't know if it's wise to get in close just yet." He said in a barely audible whisper. He patted the thick trunk of the tree under which they stood and offered her his hand, gesturing upward with a tilt of his muzzle.

She nodded and gave him her hand with a coy bat of her eyelashes. Ever the gentleman. She used his arm as a stepping stool to heave herself up into the trees lower branches. Her claws sunk easily into the bark of the tremendous tree and her powerful muscles heaved herself higher until she found a branch that could take their weight from which she could also see down into the place that pulled so insistently at her instincts.

Ulric was with her in a few seconds, the bark of the tree splintering under his claws as he demanded the wood to take his weight. Eventually he settled himself onto the branch, straddling it and leaning back against the tree's trunk with a cautious glance below him. Despite the uncertain circumstances, she couldn't help but tease him. "What's wrong, all those big, heavy muscles weighing you down, big boy? Would you feel better if I got you a bigger branch?"

He gave her an exasperated roll of his eyes and seemed about to retort when the sudden sound of something crashing through the undergrowth some distance away drew both their attentions. They looked at each other questioningly before peering as one down into the spacious clearing. It was roughly circular, a broad swathe of grass free of trees. The branches of the surrounding oaks reached out over the clearing, leaving an almost perfectly circular hole in the canopy in the center of the glade. Through it shone a column of pale, silvery moonlight, and Venata shivered. This was where she had undergone her transformation into the huge, powerfully built werewolf that she was now.

And then she saw it. Stumbling through the ring of trees came a figure, clearly feminine, with short, inky black hair. She wore what looked to have once been a simple, knee-length dress the same pitch black as her hair, but it had been ripped and torn and Venata could see patches of soft, cream colored skin under the remnants of her clothing. She walked with a wounded, uncertain gait, and it looked like the mysterious woman had been through hell and back.

Venata's heart went out to her, and she wanted to go down and help, but the dread she felt held her motionless. She felt like something was terribly, horribly, wrong, but she couldn't tell why. She saw motion out of the corner of her eye and caught a glimpse of others hidden in the trees and shrubbery around the glade. Wolves like herself and Ulric; they all must have felt the call just as she did. She had never seen so many of them gathered together in one place before. She even recognized some of them, but they were all watching what was taking place in the clearing before them, paying Venata no attention.

The woman staggered slowly toward the circle of icy moonlight. This wasn't the deepest part of the forest, but neither was it near the edge. Miles and miles of trees separated the glade from the outside world, and there was no way the haggard woman could have made it there by accident, which meant that she was there for a reason, and worry tightened Venata's gut. Ulric had told her that she would be able to feel it when someone was claimed by one of their own kind, but his confusion led her to believe that this was a different matter entirely.

The woman reached the light and collapsed to the ground, whining weakly. She dragged herself forward on her hands and knees until she reached the center of the ring of light. Despite being what she hoped was a safe distance away, Venata felt like she was close enough to touch her. She could see each twitch of the woman's limbs and could hear every breath she took like the woman was breathing into her ear; she could watch each drop of sweat bead and roll off of her flawless skin. It was unnerving, and as the woman rolled onto her back and splayed her arms out to the sides, Venata gasped, and even Ulric sat up a bit straighter. Not only was the woman stunningly beautiful, with soft, delicate features, and ample curves that would have had Venata burning with jealousy before her transformation, but it appeared that she was not just a she, and something was making a very noticeable bulge in the black fabric that hid the woman's crotch from view.

"No..." the over-endowed woman moaned, her voice light, airy, and full of fear, "No... What did she do to me? What's happening to me?! Augh-Gods! Make it stop! Please make it stop!"

Venata wanted desperately to go to her side. She sounded afraid and miserable, but the terror lurking in Venata's mind cautioned her into stillness. Slowly, the moans quieted and were replaced by slow, heavy breathing as the woman suddenly relaxed, lying supine on the grass. Her dark brown eyes were wide open, huge and unblinking as she stared up at what Venata knew to be the moon above. The woman lifted a limp hand as if to caress the burning disk, and suddenly the pool of light she lay in grew darker, like her surroundings were suddenly cloaked in shadow.

Venata blinked in surprise. The woman's body remained lit by the wan moon, but like the tentacles of some slimy sea creature, tendrils of inky darkness crept outward from her body, writhing around each other and feeding off of the glow of the moon around her until it had all been consumed. Then the greasy feelers contracted back into her body, pulling with them the moon's light and disappearing into her milky skin, leaving her floating in a pool of pitch blackness, untouched by the light filtering down from above.

The hair tried to leap from the back of Venata's neck at the sight. The woman let out another soft, pained moan, and her hand fell numbly to her side, her entire body going limp. For a few seconds, there was silence, and the woman lay there completely motionless, barely breathing. And then Venata jumped as all hell broke loose.

A sudden, earsplitting scream tore its way out of the woman's slender throat, sharp enough to make Venata's ears ring. Her back arched off of the ground to the point that it looked like it would break if she went any further as her arms and legs flailed frantically for purchase on the shadow-cloaked grass beneath her. Venata winced at the sounds of the woman's bones breaking and grinding against each other as she began to change.

The breath caught in Venata's throat. She hadn't expected to look as painful as she knew it felt. She could see the flesh writhing beneath the woman's skin and hear her tendons pop and stretch as her limbs began to lengthen. The terrified woman looked with horror at her hand as thick, black claws erupted from her fingertips, her fingers themselves growing longer as they clenched brutally. The sleeves of her dress were suddenly stretched taut as the muscle of her arms thickened dramatically, bulging outward until the fine fabric tore loudly, surrendering to the onslaught of hard, irrepressible bulk.

That wasn't the end of the ripping, and the dress gave again loudly, audible over the woman's scream as her shoulders twitched and popped, throbbing wider and exploding free of the frail fabric. Her chest followed, barreling outward as slabs of thrashing muscle surged into existence, heaving with each of her frantic, agonized breaths. The woman screamed and screamed as her body was warped by whatever force was causing her transformation. She flailed her arms, tearing at her own body with her vicious new claws like an animal caught in a trap, but she succeeded in only shredding the remaining cloth on her body, leaving her bare to the light that still washed over her form.

She grunted, and her vocalizations suddenly dropped in pitch as the changes worked their way into her neck. The woman's willowy throat thickened and her voice cried out with a partner, a second that thrummed alongside her own, full of rage and primal hunger as she wailed in her agony. The metamorphosis traveled in both directions, sweeping down like a wave down to her waist. It thickened, but not as dramatically as had her shoulders, and each abdominal muscle pushed its way to her skin, stacking together like bricks in a solid wall of animalistic might.

The woman ceased her screaming, finally losing her voice, and degenerated into bestial moans and grunts as she rolled to her stomach, growling and struggling to her hands and knees. Venata could almost hear the faint rustling as a coat of thick, black fur pushed its way through the woman's skin, starting on her arms and sweeping down her body until she was cloaked again. The fur was dark, pitch black, and shone like it was slicked with grease. Her hips swelled wider suddenly, and she arched her back, gritting her teeth and muffling a harsh, throaty cry as her rear swelled outward with a long curve of dense, heavy muscle.

Her spine cracked and writhed against the fur of her back as a bulge formed above her ass, swelling painfully until it exploded outward, bone, flesh and sinew wriggling outward, with fur following close behind. Unlike the bushy wolf tail Venata expected, it continued to lengthen, growing thicker and thicker until the tortured woman's backside was capped by a heavy, flexible appendage, almost reptilian in appearance. It wriggled nervelessly through the air, slapping firmly on the ground as the woman's legs snapped noisily.

She screamed again, both her voices growing deeper as the cry went on. Her thighs quaked under her fur, muscle pulsing to life in her legs as her calves likewise shuddered larger. Her ankles popped and cracked as her foot reshaped, her toes lengthening and thick, sturdy footpads growing into place on the balls of her feet as her lower limbs changed, moving to a configuration that would force her to walk digitigrade.

She thrashed her head from side to side, groaning as her ears crawled through her fur to the top of her head, growing longer and tapering to lupine points. She heaved a foot under her, moaning as the bones of her face grinded and shifted under her skin, stretching her jaw and nose into a long, savage muzzle, fit for a wolf. With her tail acting as leverage, she got her other foot underneath her and rose defiantly into a stand. Suddenly upright, Venata could see that while they were obscured by her bulk, the woman's breasts had grown explosively, and now they sat heavily on her chest, full and ripe, a match for her other tremendous feminine assets, her broad hips, easily as thick as her hulking shoulders, and her expansive rear, firm and round.

Seemingly no longer in horrific agony, the woman's focus shifted downward, taking in her male genitalia. She was stunningly hard, throbbing visibly and leaking copious amounts of thick pre from her tip, just as a slick of feminine lubricant matted the fur under her painfully undersized scrotum. She touched herself gingerly with a claw, her movements subdued, and a shuddering moan boiled up from her chest. She immediately wrapped a massive hand around it and began to stroke herself with frenetic zeal.

Venata wanted to relax. That much was normal; she had been supremely horny during her transformation, and she couldn't finish changing until she met those needs. The woman's leg's trembled, and she surrendered her newfound stance as she collapsed to her knees, panting audibly, the occasional moan escaping her lips. Her other hand shot downward, lingering momentarily on a soft, pliant breast before she pushed up between her legs and started to gleefully finger her drooling pussy.

With a sudden lurch, a huge gob of pre pushed issued from the tip of her woefully undersized cock as it abruptly surged in her fingers. It swelled powerfully, pulling a ragged grunt from the woman's throat as its thickness doubled in a heartbeat. Hurrying to catch up, it inched longer, changing shape subtly as thick veins throbbed, feeding the beast that surged from the woman's loins. It tapered slightly near the tip, and a huge, thick knot sprang into existence at its base. The enormous, canine cock doubled in size, and then tripled, lengthening until it prodded angrily at the underside of her jiggling bust, the knot nearly the size of her head.

She pumped frantically away at her crotch, clearly desperate for release, and as the pillar of wolfish flesh seemed to stop its growth, she moaned greedily, but couldn't seem to bring herself to release. Venata could see the need that burned in the woman's desperate eyes, but no matter how vigorously she jerked herself, no matter how hard she brought her thick fingers up into her juicy snatch, she just couldn't manage to come to a climax.

Venata shuddered. That was because the woman wasn't done. The urgently twitching woman hunched her heavy shoulders, curling in on herself. The woman ignored more painful cracking sounds, viciously intent on her crotch as, one by one, a series of sharp, bony plate began to split the skin of her back, pushing themselves free of her body. Thick, bladed, and slightly backward-curving, they ran down her back, getting progressively smaller until they terminated in a thick bundle of wicked spikes that capped her tail.

As the plates tore free from her spine, her entire body shuddered, and began to grow larger. Her tail slammed forcefully into the ground as her knees gouged ruts in the shrouded grass below her. Her body grew longer and wider, cords of thick, new muscle wrapping over the old as pound after pound of brutal strength poured onto her already bulky frame. She snarled angrily, consumed with the need to orgasm, seemingly ignorant of her body's further changes. A sharp report cracked throughout the clearing, and slowly, two bony, black horns curled up from just above her hairline, bending backward and sweeping over her head as they inched longer. The horns were rough, ridged, and dangerously sharp, turning up just before they terminated, appearing almost draconian in nature. And still she grew.

Venata sat transfixed. The creature's arms were nearly as thick as her waist, and huge slabs of rock-hard muscle crowded its body. Only the pinched waist and huge, heaving breasts stayed as a reminder to its femininity. The tremendous cock that jutted from its loins grew with it, but not as quickly, and it appeared to shrink, despite actually adding inch after inch to its length as the creature shuddered larger and larger. Venata was not small, even by the standards of others of her kind, standing over seven feet tall when relaxed, and Ulric stood at close to nine, but the creature... Venata couldn't bring herself to refer to it as a woman anymore... dwarfed both of them and grew broad and heavy, gaining a body fit for terror and destruction, with an overwhelmingly powerful stature that screamed strength and lust.

Its body heaved upward one last time, and the knot at the base of its thick cock swelled in orgasmic relief. The creature roared out a bellowing, rapturous cry as thick jets of alabaster spewed from her loins and runners of feminine cum splattered over the hand it had buried in her drenched slit. As it came, its puny scrotum, apparently forgotten until now, swelled with the pair of ballooning gonads that stretched the furry skin. They got bigger and bigger, feeding more and more of the thick, pearlescent fluid that gushed from its loins. As it grew, a patch of skin stretched and reshaped at its crotch, forming a thick, animalistic sheath big enough to hide its elephantine member when it became flaccid. It had to shift its legs apart to make room for the testes that surged larger, but eventually ceased their expansion as the flow of white from between its legs died away to a drizzle that pooled on the ground below it.

The sound of it breathing was deafening. It panted, gulping down huge lungfuls of air as it gasped. Its hands left its crotch, and it brought its finger slowly up, licking its juices off of its appendages until they were clean. It rose to its feet with grace that seemed impossible for a creature of its size and swept its eyes around the clearing.

A ball of frigid terror sunk into Venata's stomach. It was huge. It must have been twice her height, and more than twice her width. It rolled its shoulders and raised its arms and spiked tail into the air, stretching as thick tendons popped explosively. Its knotted member slowly receded back into its sheath and testes the size of melons swung heavily beneath it. But what bothered Venata the most were its eyes. Gone were the frightened orbs of the woman; now they were buried beneath a haze, and a haunting violet glow flickered where the fires of thought and intelligence once burned. This creature was one of lust, of base instinct. It yawned, showing off twin rows of razor-sharp, carnivorous fangs as it popped its jaw.

Suddenly, the shadows that were cloaking the ring of moonlight dispersed, their job apparently done, and the creature stood silently in the disk of pale illumination as if it were waiting for something. Venata had to stifle a shocked gasp as she saw something emerge into the clearing from the forest, one of her kind, a lovely, reddish-furred wolf. Venata recognized her; she had seen the wolf at times along the banks of one of the rivers that ran through the forest. The wolf stepped slowly toward the creature, and it just watched her approach, a small, hungry smile gradually splitting its hard, unforgiving features. There was no kindness in that smile, and Venata wanted to cry out, to warn the wolf as she stepped toward her doom, but she couldn't force the words from her mouth.

Neither could any of the others, as silence reigned in the trees. The wolf cautiously stepped to just outside the creature's reach, looking up at the hulking figure that towered over her smaller frame. And then suddenly, viciously, the tarry-furred beast lunged forward. The wolf flinched backward, but the creature was impossibly fast, and it grabbed her with a thick hand and bore her to the ground under its bulk. The wolf let out a frightened, yelping bark and clawed desperately at the hard muscle that held her pinned, struggling for all she was worth. The beast just laughed as the sheath at its crotch bulged and began to disgorge its girthy tool.

It shifted its grip, pinning her arms down with them, and she frantically kicked at it, the claws on her feet tearing rents in the flesh of its stomach. Thick, almost black blood dripped from the inconsequential wounds, and it only seemed to excite the beast further as it licked its lips, salivating heavily, eager for what it seemed about to do.

Ulric's hands found Venata's arms, and he hissed into her ear. "Venata! We need to get out of here!" She shook her head, clearing it as the wolf below started to scream, both of her voices full of sudden terror. He pulled at her urgently, and she felt life shoot back into her limbs. She nodded quickly, averting her eyes from the scene playing out below them, focusing on Ulric's, focusing on his strong arms on her. She nodded, and without a word, they both dropped unceremoniously to the ground, nearly eighty feet below.

Her legs flexed, easily catching her weight, and he pushed her in front of him, urging her into a lope, and when they were far enough away, a full-on sprint, both of them tearing through the undergrowth, not bothering to keep themselves quiet, sacrificing everything they could for speed. They were blindingly fast, and they ran at a frantic pace for nearly an hour, splashing through several small streams before they slowed down and continued for another hour, taking care to hide their passage. Fear powered their movements, and they didn't stop until they came on a small, natural clearing where one of the larger trees had killed out its brothers, leaving an opening in the forest floor.

Despite how many miles they had managed to put between the moonglade, they heard, far in the distance, a long, low, haunting howl, like a wolf baying at the moon, and they both knew in their guts from which throat it had come.