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Joining the Special Forces

By Aaron Blackpaw

This writing contains adult themes and erotic and sexual intercourse including transformation, transgender, and f/f, f/m and f/m/f sex. If you are underage please do not read it.

Cultures don't always play well together.

The basket full of potatoes thudded to the table in the cool air of the early dusk. Reilly wiped his brow, dirt streaking his forehead as the sweat flung away as the booms of artillery and bombs thundered in the distance. Since the war between the Vardaninian and Caldedonian empires had come to a head only a year ago, the border town of Terman's Fork had been seesawing back and forth between the two countries. As borders ebbed and flowed, refugees slipped into the town, creating a mélange of farmers, trappers and traders who had been burnt or bullied out of their livelihoods.

Among the simple houses and farms, Reilly fit in with the town almost effortlessly. It hadn't taken much to get odd jobs around the town. A repair job here, secretarial duties there, even pounds of venison once in a while and it kept him under a roof and fed well enough. Today had been a harvest day.

Pulling the weathered rucksack from beneath the worktable as Madam Windsor busied herself with the basket, Reilly could feel his back protesting beneath the worn linen shirt that covered his broad chest. Short snorts and harrumphs echoed from the grey haired matron as she finished emptying the basket into the sacks beside the table, ready for trading and cooking.

"Short harvest this year." Her voice grated his ears, beaten down by years and trials of living in the disputed region between the two empires. Her simple cotton dress belied her experiences and what those dull grayish eyes had seen.

"Yes, ma'am. Between the weather and losing that field to the crash it was a pain to find more than that."

She sighed and nodded wearily, picking up one of the small sacks she had put together as well as pulling a small pouch from her apron. "Sixty gold farthings for the work. And some food for a bonus."

Reilly took the offered pouch and sack, feeling the weight of the golden coins inside and knowing that it was futile to try and talk her out of giving him some of her meager food. He slid the parcels into his sack, resolved that another parcel of salted meat would fall off the truck at her door.

They both knew the game. But both were too proud to take no for an answer and too stubborn to accept freebies...Or maybe the other way around.

Shouldering the ruck, Reilly nodded as he headed for the woods on the outskirts of town. Food was the commodity of choice. The constant aerial attacks on supply convoys and travelers in the border region had decimated the market around, leaving scavenging and foraging the least bad option for getting food, especially protein.

Reilly smiled as he felt the comforting familiarity of the woods and his hunting grounds all around him. He'd always felt more at home in the woods, even as a child. The quiet that most people heard, to him was full of the sounds of life. His muddy boots kept to an indiscernible trail as he made is way by memory to the row of hidden snare traps. As he approached the traps, he could hear the rustling of a rabbit caught in the trap. Quickly grabbing the prey he felled it with a merciful snap of his neck, placing the body in his ruck.

Four traps and three rabbits later, Reilly had a full rucksack. Looping back toward the village he smiled. It had been a good day for trapping and he could go a day or two without having to use any of the gold helping weigh down his pockets. The simple sounds of the woods were quickly replaced by the obnoxious thrum of a living village, crackling fires and throaty voices as people tried to subsist as best they could. But in that rush there was one sound that caught his attention.

A muffled "Stop."

Moving closer, Reilly heard the voice call out again, scratchy and beaten by age but full of fear and anger.

He knew that voice.

It came again. "Stop! Don't hurt me!"

With a speed that belied the bulk of his body, he dropped his rucksack at the door, one foot slamming into the jamb before it slammed open, barely remaining on the hinges from the displeased jack of all trades.

Rage clouding his face, Reilly burst through the door and into a scene that had grown all too common since the war had started. Madam Windsor was sprawled on her back, her cotton dress stained pink by the crimson blood drooling from her shattered nose, glass from the corpse of her glasses scattered across the floor as her hands scrambled madly for them.

Standing over her, the burley soldier stood angrily, turning his back to her as he turned to face the intruder that had broken into the house. Dark, panicking eyes darted around the room as he looked up at Reilly, the woodsman's smaller form assuaging him a little bit into thinking that defeating the smaller, probably malnourished man would be a piece of cake. Grinning with an incomplete set of dirty, yellowed teeth he moved closer to the woodsman.

"This house and everything in it is under the control of the Caldedonian Empire. I hereby requisition all food and persons inside."

Reilly's fists clenched as the soldier spoke, anger flaring inside him as he remembered the pitiful harvest of potatoes that he had brought her just that day. This was probably one of the same troops that had been harassing and confiscating the supply convoys that had used to trade in the area.

"Get out." The order came out as a near growl as Reilly's eyes narrowed, old training kicking in as he tried to look as imposing as he could, preparing to attack this bastard if he had to.

The soldier merely laughed. "Disobeying an order from the Caldedonian Military Command in the area is an act punishable by death. Get out and I'll forget this happened."

"This village is under the protection of the Vardaninian Empire. Leave now or else." He could hear a gasp as Madame Windsor saw the flash of amber lighting up his formerly blue eyes.

Dark, squinty eyes narrowed as the soldier tried to stare him down, his hand reaching for the sidearm at his hip before Reilly's hand clamped around his.

"Not gonna make this a fair fight, boy?" The gleam in his eyes was fully predatory as fangs started to press out of his grin. His grip was hard and firm, feeling the soldier fighting him to get control but a pressure point here, a twist there and he had full control. "I had planned to be retired from all of this but looks like I gotta come out and play again."

The soldier winced as sharp claws pressed into his skin, Reilly's face starting to push out into a canine muzzle, sharp teeth populating it with each inch it pressed out. Without a thought, he looked to Madame Windsor as his chest writhed beneath the thin shirt, muscles defining themselves as fur began to press out once again. "Are you alright?"

"I...what...How?" Her stammers drove the soldier to start screaming as Reilly's ears pressed taller, moving toward the tip of his head, flattening them quickly as a deep, husky growl left his mouth, head swinging back toward the pinned wannabe soldier.

"Shut up or I'll rip your throat out." Reilly punctuated the threat with a deep growl as he dug his claws into the soft, pink flesh beneath them. "You don't mean shit now." He turned back toward Madame Windsor, trying to smile as gently as a canine muzzle can. "Vardaninian Special Forces at your service. Are you alright?"

"But aren't- Ow! Okay, okay!" The soldier nearly yelped as Reilly's claws dug deep and his now paw twisted, pain shooting through the unfortunate interloper's arm as Reilly's increasing strength became apparent as fur covered his arms thoroughly, coating him in a thick, dusky grey.

"I think so..." Madam answered shakily as she stood, shaky on her feet from the adrenaline but still connected where it all mattered. Her eyes boggled as she saw Reilly's entire upper body had grown both leaner and larger, his shirt straining as two growths pressed from his chest before his shirt lost the war and tore straight down the middle.

Or...rather her shirt.

Two heavy breasts graced Reilly's chest as her waist narrowed, hard abs hiding beneath the thick fur as she smiled at the elderly woman beside her.

"Good. Do you have some rope for him...I think I can get him to talk and more." An evil grin graced that grey furred face, offwhite fangs gleaming in the air as a canine tongue licked at black gums.

"Wait you're.." Madam stood dumbfounded at the change from the stocky man she had paid in gold just hours earlier to a feminine machine of death, weapons adorning her fingertips and maw as her hips and tail burst from the work shorts that she had been working while in her disguise.

"A bitch? Yeah. All of the Vardaninian special forces are." Her deep voice rumbled in laughter.

"But you were..."

"It's complicated. But we have a lot of control over our forms." Her tail swished lazily behind her as her height grew another foot, towering over both Madam and the soldier clenched tightly in her paw. The leather of her boots strained mightily, the material fighting to contain the growing paws and claws but ultimately failing as the new appendages exploded from the ruined boots. "But go get me that rope please. And maybe some cloth too. Shut this idiot up." An evil grin traced her face. "Nah. Just the rope."

Her free hand ripped the tattered remains of her pants and briefs from her form, letting a soft sigh of relief as her body regained its true form. "Feels great to be back....boy." She snarled the final word as the formerly cocksure soldier. Her eyes gleamed in joy as she could smell the fear from the male in her grasp, knowing that if she felt like it he was dead. Not could be. Was.

God she had missed this power.

Even just the canine nose told her a lot about the house and its occupants, from the urine streaming down her prey's leg to the shock and fear to something else. She carefully sniffed the air as Madam came back into the room.

Arousal and jealousy.

"Someone likes." Reilly smiled as she grabbed her captive, pressing him back against the table, laying him on his back before she tied his arms and legs under it, locking him in place.

Madam looked startled for a moment, quickly shaking her head in the negative before her cheeks flushed red.

"Nothing wrong with that, Madam. But this is just the beginning." A dark chuckle echoed from her maw as her paw pressed the soldier's head onto the table, her other paw teasing along her smooth groin, a strange scent filling the room as she did so.

"I'm gonna get the information I want from him. Watch and then we'll talk." She grinned evilly as she saw the glint in Madam's eyes that she had seen a dozen times before...before she made her team. "Now open wide, boy. I've got something for that mouth of yours to work on." Her smile was purely predatory as she climbed atop the table, the wood creaking under their combined weight. Her hips straddled his head easily as his mind was assaulted with potent pheromones and scents, all aimed at tapping into a deeper, more predatory part of his mind.

He grunted as the wolfess's wet groin grew closer and closer to his face, the potent feminine scent palpable on his taste buds until his lips met hers.

The change always had driven her wild. First time she had become Reilly the woodsman she had had to cover her wall in male cum before she even left the command building. Never mind the feeling of the men and women who she had had a chance to introduce to the potent cock and balls of the man she had been. But this was much better. She hadn't felt something like this since her first commander had changed her.

Her captive writhed beneath her as her lips pressed down against him, her eyes wandering across his body as he fought not to taste the bitch pressing herself atop him as her paws teased his sides, sharp claws teasing against his skin as he gulped in fear. Pressing herself against him, Reilly moaned, a deep husky tone escaping her new maw as she could feel his nose slipping deep into the thin fur beneath her drooling sex, his lips pressing against her own netherlips and being quickly covered in her potent arousal.

Her nose could pick up Madam's own lighter scent of wetness as she saw her eyes locked on the scene playing out between her thighs as her captives tongue slowly slipped out as he sucked hard at her pheromone filled fur, taking every molecule of her pungent scent into his nose, hungry for more. His mind weakening she could feel his tongue sweeping along her lips, teasing her and making her clench inside, more and more pleasure flowing through her.

"I don't think anyone in here dislikes the show. Boy's actually pretty good...but he'll get better." Reilly grinned fangily. "And maybe you can too."

"What? Me?" Madam was shocked. "What do you mean?" She couldn't admit it, but she was jealous of the soldieress in front of her. All that power and strength but still a beauty and sexual beast.

"Watch..." Reilly chuckled as she started feeling the tongue inside her starting to dive much deeper and splay apart to better tease the wet, pungent cavern between her legs. Each lap sent hot, firey shivers of pleasures up her spine as she ground herself against his face, feeling it pressing against her farther with each second as his tongue gathered more of her addictive juices. Teeth pressed out, nipping and nibbling at her lips, muffled barks escaping her lips as he fell further and further into the lust addicted mindset that was the harbinger of things to come.

Her claws drew a muffled grunt from him as they ripped through his clothing, shredding the only symbol of authority that he had. Now he was no more than a plaything for the bitch riding his growing muzzle, thoughts of loyalty and servitude crossing his mind as his face pressed further forward, the scents filling his nose coming to the forefront of his thoughts as scent receptors formed and neurons changed. Fur pressed from his pores, quickly matted down with female juices and arousal as ears twitched their way to the top of his head, folding down in submission to his superior currently riding his changing face.

"Nothing better than showing some upstart, overtestosteroned asshole what the real pecking order in the pack is...And you can help protect your village at the same time." Her claws dug deeply through his growing fur as it coated his chest, fat melting to muscle as his metabolism was changed. He was completely enthralled in the bitch riding him as he stood at attention between his own legs, the human length causing Reilly to lick her lips with an evil grin as her eyes flicked between Madam and the turgid staff, coated with a liberal topping of drooling pre-cum as he ate her out.

"Wait? Your village?" Madam spat as she heard that. "It's not your village. We're Caldedonian."

"It was once upon a time." Reilly grinned as she leaned down, her tongue running across his hard cock, the salty pre dancing on her tastebuds before her teeth grazed down his cock as she pressed herself down, wrinkling her nose at the still human sweat and offal assaulting it as she bottomed out.

Madam thought at that, her eyes flicking to the threadbare mantle. It had been years since she had put that trifold away, ashamed of the central government that gave not a single thought to anyone outside their city strongholds. Out here they were just food...And this soldier had chanced revealing herself to her and had never done her any wrong...but...

"What do you mean?" She asked, a little aroused and shocked at the six-nine happening on her kitchen table, the wagging wolfess tail spreading the potent musk of the pair of rutting animals about the room. Her nose tickled with the taste and smell of a heated bitch and a male in throes of extreme arousal. The wolfess's maw dove deep yet again, taking the entirety of the throbbing shaft in front of her, her eyes rolling back as she reveled in both the pleasure she brought and that he brought her before pulling off, a crimson canine spire in the place of the pale human imitation of a cock.

Reilly licked her lips, the male deep inside her cunt whimpering at the sudden cold on his cock before she clenched around him, catching his tongue with her strong walls as he explored them, her orgasm teasingly close.

"Once upon a time the central city gave a shit about this village. Now we're just cattle for them. And then they decided to go after more land...so I asked to annex your homes into the Vardaninian Empire. I just wish I had done it two decades ago...Mabel." Reilly smiled an evil grin as she went back down on her changing charge. Fur flooded his legs, twisting and forming the digitgrade strength expected from Vardaninian males, his toes and claws curling as Reilly took deep breaths of his changing scent, the health and virility of the new male flooding her mind as she could taste him getting closer and closer to erupting in her maw.

Madam was shocked. She hadn't been called by her real name since the Great War. Her husband had gone out and never returned. So in village tradition, she had become a Madam and the name had stuck. Hell...no one knew her real name.

Reilly took a deep suck as her prey tensed, her own thighs tight and ready to explode all over him, feeling his tongue dart deep inside her, her own sex clenching tightly as pleasure rushed over her, hot fluids pouring from her as she came atop her new charge, baptizing him as a member of the Vardaninian forces.

Pleasure coursing through her as she came messily atop the new wolf, Reilly's eyes caught Madam's, one eye winking dirtily as she felt the first hot rush of seed erupting into her suckling maw, splashing against the ridges of the top of her mouth and the hot taste of male filling all of her sense as he filled her. Each drop was swallowed down as that tongue drove her even wilder, lapping around her dripping sex. There was never anything like tasting some poor sod becoming a real male.

Madam was shocked at the lewd grin...but she liked it. She could feel the wetness between her legs, something she hadn't felt in ages since Ray had been killed.

As she came down from the euphoria of coating some lesser male in her arousal, Reilly swallowed the last of the new Vardaninian's seed. Pulling off, she let her tongue drag lewdly along his crimson, canine shaft, teasing the base of the knot and drawing another shiver from the male tied up beneath her.

Licking her lips lewdly, Reilly locked eyes with Madam, sniffing loudly at the wetness coating Madam's groin. "I can tell you like the show...Miss Mable." A wild, predatory grin grew as she saw Madam's shock register on her face. "I wasn't killed...I defected." Reilly stood off the trussed off captive, throwing a dark look at him. "Don't lick up a drop, boy."

She moved closer to Madam, twisting this way and that, showing off the youthful muscle and beauty dripping from her as her tongue slid around her lips. Her scent was powerful and bestial as she grew closer to Madam, full of animal strength and need but still feminine and pheromone laced. Her arms wrapped around the shocked woman, Holding her close to her, crouching enough that her head sat next to her neck, their breasts pressing tightly against each other. Her claws traced up and down her back, her cum stained muzzle nuzzling against her as she breathed in her former wife's ear.

"I made certain to come back for you."

"But you were a Caldedonian soldier. And a man...How?" Mabel's stammering came to a halt as she was pressed into her former husband's lupine shoulder.

"Shh. We have the technology to improve ourselves. And you." Reilly lapped at Mabel's face, tears slowly coming from her eyes as she was held close by the same enemy her husband had left to go fight years ago. "And we're the good guys here." She smiled. "Or good gals, I guess."

Her eyes took on a darker glint. "They ordered me to kill an entire village. Men, bitches and pups. That was the straw. I mowed those bastards down and it's felt good ever since." Her dark glint softened. "I surrendered to some of our special forces. They decided I would make a useful asset...plus they had been decimated just a week before. So I gained some assets." Reilly smiled as she pressed her breasts against Mabel. "And I've loved it."

She leaned in toward Mabel's ear, reaching for a bottle around her neck.

"Drink this and you will too." She nuzzled against the shocked woman. "We can be together again. And better together."

As Mabel breathed in the thick fur in the wolfess' pelt, she could feel her confusion softening. Reilly knew everything that had happened to Ray. She had always been protective of her just as he had been. And she felt so good to be clinging to.

With a swipe of a hand she took the bottle from the wolfess' claws. "I just drink this, Ray?"

Reilly smiled. "Reilly fits me better. And that's the first step. Then you can clean our new subordinate's face. That should be enough of me to change you." Reilly's grin filled with sharp fangs as the wolfish instincts inside her came to the forefront. "And let's give him the ride of his life as you become his better."

Reilly smiled as Mabel swallowed the entire vial in one swift gulp. "Graahhhaah!" She shook her head violently. "That tastes like crap."

"No pain, no gain." Cooed Reilly's husky voice as she led her new charge toward the lupine strapped to the bed. Plaintative whines escaped his muzzle but his instincts were potent enough that he knew not to challenge his superiors. The scent from the bitch next to him screamed nothing but authority to his muddled canine mind. His ears were plastered toward his head as the human in the bitch's hand leaned closer toward his muzzle.

"Smells like a puppy got into something good..."

Reilly smiled as Mabel got into it, her tongue running along the canid's muzzle and moaning at each drop of feminine musk that caught her tongue. Reilly knew just how good a Vardaninian could taste. She had been even louder eating out Commander Walplaski...never mind after she shifted.

Mabel assaulted that muzzle, tasting every drop of feminine need coating it until it was clean as could ever be. His brown fur was matted with her saliva as she turned back to look at Reilly, her tongue seeming unnaturally long and her eyes glinting with a desire she hadn't shown for decades. "So...what's this gonna do?" She grins dirtily. "Am I gonna become some stud wolf?"

Reilly smirks. "Nope. But you're gonna look a lot younger and hotter." She smiled lewdly as she teased her cunt at the thought. "Lots of Vardaninians are...open. I know I am. And I have the toys to prove it."

"But I..."

"It'll be amazing. Believe me. Especially in a matriarchy."

Reilly grinned widely as she saw Mabel's eyes flash golden as the chemicals within the vial and those produced in her own cunt mixed, the providing a potent brew of signals to Mabel's body. Her canine nose drank in the rapidly growing arousal as her own groin grew wet once again. It had been so long but they were going to be together again.

"Why don't we have a ride for old time's sake?" Mabel asked, an evil glint in her eyes as she moved to remove her shirt.

"Uh uh." Reilly grunted before her paws wrapped around the flimsy cotton dress. "This won't be needed soon." With an evil grin, the sound of tearing fabric filled the house before Mabel's body was freed, age showing on her form but Reilly still looked at her with nothing but love and lust in those amber eyes. "Embrace the bitch inside you."

Mabel smiled as her teeth pressed out, seeing Reilly grabbing a knife and cutting their captive free and tossing him to the floor with nary any effort. His arms were quickly rebound, his knotted shaft fallen to half hardness before the ropes coiled tightly around him grabbed its attention and brought it back to full attention.

"What a good little soldier."

Reilly smiled as she looked at Mabel, white fur spreading rapidly across her face as she could feel energy she hadn't felt in decades returning quickly to her. Ears quickly tugged their way to the top of her head, the sounds of the village growing almost omnipresent and overpowering. Her mind struggled to take in all of the senses before she could taste the musk in the air from the other two Vardaninians in the small room. She could smell Reilly and their subordinate's need in the room and a devious thought came to her.

"I can definitely do a ride...top or bottom....?" She smiled an evil canine smile, although she could tell from that new nose that her toy didn't really mind being trussed up and played with.

Reilly moved toward her toy's groin. "Let him taste the growth of a real bitch from a human queen." She smiled as she straddled him, kneeling so that his hard cock teased her folds, drooling against them. "I'll roll the dice and enjoy a nice sausage and meatballs..." She chortled at her own joke as Mabel moved toward their captive's face, desire already glistening between her smooth thighs.

Mabel moaned as she crouched down, every ounce of arthritic pain disappearing from her body for the first time in decades as she felt her body growing more powerful and muscular with each beat of her heart. "Taste me, boy. Reilly always thought it was tasty."

"Don't make me come over there...you seemed to like my own taste." Reilly grunted as she teased the shaft of their captive, slowly dropping inch by inch as she felt herself spread wide apart and filled by the thick canine spear she was riding. It was always fun to get to feel a Vardaninian beast inside her. Usually she just had her sisters and lots of silicone for their fun. "And I bet I still do..." Reilly licked her lips lewdly, tongue teasing her teeth as she rode the cock beneath her.

Thick fur flew over Mabel's body, warm and white over the pink hide beneath. Breasts that had succumbed to the rigors of time pulled themselves back toward the chest of the bitch who wore them proudly as she ground against the wolf beneath her, her wet folds teased and cleaned quickly by the hyper tongue wiggling and lapping beneath her. Her groin was pressed against his powerful canine nose, taking every molevule of her scent and making certain that he could neither speak nor move without sending almost paralyzing shots of pleasure up her spine.

"Reilly this feels so fucking good."

Reilly grinned as she bottomed out on him, his knot fighting against her lips for full access as she teasingly ground against it, eyes rolling at the pleasure as she felt him wiggling his hips against her as her knees pinned him down. "Why do you think I love this all." She grinned. "I got tits but, fuck they are fun." Her claws dug into his hips as he drooled inside her as she watch the fur spreading down Mabel's body, covering her in a luxurious pelt of soft white fur. "And damn you look amazing." Her paws wrapped out to cup the changing breasts of the wife that she had not seen in two decades, never mind since she had switched teams to innie rather than outie. "These are even more fun to play with than I remember."

Mabel's feet burst free of the tattered leather moccasins that she had been wearing for years, toes digging deeply into the dirt as she ground against that delving muzzle. The folded flag of her husband's death forgotten as she looked at the bitch in front of her, feeling those paws teasing her pert breasts as she felt and saw just how much desire and drive was dripping from her before she hammered herself down, yelping loudly as the knot pierced her nether lips.

With a surprised bark, Mabel felt Reilly wrap her arms around her, pulling her as close as she could without depriving their toy of the taste of a dripping bitch. Not a thing but the pungent scent of a heated wolfess graced her nose as Reilly came in, lapping at her maw as her tongue teased her mate's lips.

"It's been too long. I love you Mabel."

"I know." Mabel smiled before she opened her mouth, tasting the seed that Reilly had swallowed before as well as the innate taste of the bitch that she had fallen in love with decades ago. From how Reilly had made sure that she had both done her part and he had made certain that she had been taken care of she knew it was his heart that beat within the heart of the wolfess staring at her.

Their maws locked as Mabel felt that tongue sending her over the edge, seed drooling from her cunt as the pleasure of not only the orgasm but the love missed over two decades was shown to her. It didn't matter whether Ray had a pair of breasts and a pussy like hers. Reilly was Ray and she still loved her just as he had loved her.

As she pressed hard against him, Reilly and Mabel felt their captive give his last hurrah as he tried to swallow the flood on his mouth and still breath, reveling in the pungent, pheromone laced air that he could draft through Mabel's fur. But there was only so far that he could go.

The first shot of hot, canine seed into Reilly's greedy cunt elicited a high pitched yip. There had rarely been anything she had felt like a man sending that first shot of hot sticky cum deep into the cunt she had gained by accident. Not a thought crossed her mind as she bottomed herself out on him hard enough that their captive would be bruised the next morning. Her own orgasm rushed through her, a freight train full of pleasure and oblivion.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Ye-"

Her cries were silenced as she screamed into Mabel's maw, their bodies arched over their captive as they realized that they were together again after so long apart. Tongues clashed roughly as muzzles slapped and pressed against each other, drool dripping onto the male writing beneath the pair as hot female arousal erupted around his cock and muzzle.

It took a few moments for the pair's heated kiss to die off, bodies wrapped around each other as they queened the male beneath him and teased each other. Mabel was getting used to the feeling of breasts and fur against her own, never mind the long, flat tongue that fought against her own. Claws traced through each other's fur as their amber eyes locked on each other, smiles gracing their lupine maws as Mabel's paws teased across Reilly's maw.

"That was..."

"Amazing, wasn't it?" Reilly grinned as she ground herself on the cock trapped inside her, the knot not going to go down for a few moments as Mabel stood up and off of their toy. "You still are amazing but just one thing..." She grinned.

"What is that?" Worry tinged her voice as her eyes shone into Reilly's, wondering what was in that devious mind...whether something was going to happen.

"I think I'm gonna call you Mac..." She grinned as she looked down at the wolf between her legs lapping at his dripping maw. And this pup will be the start of the forces we need to defend this village again.

"It's amazing to be with you again."

"I know." Reilly grinned. "But we can get to work and get our home back." She turned toward the wolf below her and smiled. "We're gonna free this village. Now tell us what you know."

The wolf below her took a deep breath and smiled.

"Yes, ma'am."