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Her legs and feet opposed Elise’s frail will to continue onward towards the nature park, her quivering heart and trembling clenched hands gesturing the dread affecting her meek bravery. It has been three weeks since she had last come to the park, since leaving the hospital and recuperating from her wounds that had left a scar over her left shoulder and in her soul.

How do they expect me to just get over this? Elise frustratingly ponders. I nearly died here that night. That ‘thing’…that monster…it’s still out there, I know it.

The Police were only able to offer the vaguest of reports concerning her animal attack, the creature she described nothing that they believed existed nor could find during the week they searched for any wild aggressive animals. Whatever had roamed the woods that night appeared to have moved on and left the matter to the other authorities that deal with renegade animals, their reports inconclusive as well. It’s as if the creature had just disappeared off the face of the earth!

But somehow Elise knew that wasn’t possible. She had a strange sense that the monster will return, perhaps waiting for her to do the exact thing she reluctantly is doing now. Stranger still; Elise stiffness gradually melts shuffling her feet cautiously towards the park, a bizarre thrill tempting her to find the creature that nearly took her life.

But why? Elise asked herself grasping the center of her tank top shirt, feeling her pounding heart starting to race from this odd exhilaration coaxing her to come back here; that her nightmarish dreams managed to convey. Why in the world would I want to run into that beast again? Dear god; why does the possibility…excite me like this?

Large fangs protruding from an unhinged monstrous muzzle flash in Elise’s thoughts, the feral golden eyes of the creature piercing her being reminding her of the last second of life that nearly ended there, shame and dread the last feelings that would have followed her to the afterlife.

Shame. What was she ashamed about? Why had she gone to the park that late at night in the first place? Elise maintained a healthy regiment of jogging every other day through the woodland trail circling the park in the morning before work. Why did she go that night? Moreover, why was she still in her work clothes? Tears; she was crying before the beast struck but no one she cared about had gotten hurt while she was recovering. Had something horrible happened to her before all this?

I must have forgotten to take my medication Elise somberly assumes. Just like me to go off and do something stupid when I can’t control my emotions. I must have thought I did something incredibly wrong again, so bad I couldn’t confined this to my parents or even Mark. Knowing me, I probably got flustered by a disgruntled customer taking whatever comment too seriously that I thought I was worthless again.

Elise chuckled half-heartedly frowning at how easily she brought herself down, sighing while tears rolled down her flushed cheeks.

No…I’m not that stupid. But why…why then do I feel like I deserve to be punished? What made makes me what to see that beast again…want to feel its fangs deep in my flesh?

_ _ Her right hand instinctively grasps her left shoulder feeling a twinge throb around the scarring. Thinking about the beast and the attack is boiling her blood, though once again the sensation is oddly invigorating despite the discomforting pulsation. Fingers and toes flex and curl acquiring a abnormal yearning to rake and scratch, her teeth; her canines specifically, aching tremendously to sink into something tough and juicy. Nostrils flared drinking in the acute scents of the dirt and leaves, the musk of little critters that make their homes deep within the woodlands, and suddenly her shuffling feet anxiously stumble forward.

What…what is this? I feel like I want to chase something. I getting riled up; I feel wild…wild and animalistic.

Thoughts return to the attack. However; the painful bite unearths a murky exhilaration, the image in her mind playing out like her recent nightmares as something far more erotic than terrifying. The smell of her spilled blood trickling down her arm, its fangs buried deep through her flesh and muscle, its heated pants and pungent animal musk; Elise’s avatar appeared to embrace the monster pinning her down on the ground, arms and legs wrapped ravenously around its furry frame.

Dammit…not this again Elise scorned pausing against one of the many tall thick trees lining along the nature trail walling the rest of the park from the untamed wild, huffing shallow pants as her left hand fingered between her thighs. Soft whines strained from her voice distraught at the unnatural arousal conflicting with her jumbled emotions, unable to fully fight back the need to rub over the obscene bulge of her sensitive folds grinding against the fabric of her panties and shorts.

I can’t be this messed up. God; why is this happening to me every time think about that wolf?

_ _ The wolf, the creature that attacked her, scarred her, and now seems to toy with Elise’s mind and body in such an absurd way. The police and doctors were reluctant to believe her story at first, their town having never had run-ins with wolves before let alone one the size of a Bear like the one that night. The doubt was only lifted after physicians and experts confirmed the bite impressions, fur shedding, and tracks left behind at the scene matched that of one. Though Elise recalled the experts arguing outside her hospital room how it was possible for wolf that sized to exist, as well as finding evidence of another person’s DNA around the scene.

Though she was relieved that she wasn’t crazy about the encounter, Elise’s sanity began to dip with every dream she began to have about the wolf. Nothing but shattered memories at first, pieces of events compiling into the narrative that was fed to her by the experts theorizing the attack; Elise memory mostly shot after she woke the next day. But while the memories played out the horrific event as she vaguely recollected, the scene began to shift and alter presenting a rather disturbing take, much like the faint flash of imagery that has spurred her strange sensual cravings.

Am I…excited to be mauled by that animal? Or is this something else…something deeper and primal than feeling lust for death? Blood, flesh, savagery; it’s like I’m feeling what the wolf must feel hunting and killing. What does this mean? Why am I feeling this…and why does acting upon it turn me on?

Lips peel back slightly displaying her teeth gnashing together, a low rumbling growl climbing from her throat exploring the rousing ferocity flooding her senses. Elise’s non-busy hand claws behind the side of her tree fingernails raking into the bark, feet urged to stand on the balls; toenails prod into the ends of her tennis shoes. Waves of contortions brings her to lay back with her chest puffed out and back hunched, this bizarre alien posture adding fire to the inhuman cravings rousing her body’s sudden carnal needs, animal-like pants heaving from her gapping mouth as nails torn deep enough through her clothes to touch the swollen lips of her damp feminine gates.

F-fuck…This is insane. I feel like…like I’m an animal. A really…horny…animal. My sex…I can’t stop myself. I need to touch myself; need relief. Need to…to…

Another familiar nocturnal image flashes in her mind. The wolf still has her pinned; Elise still embraces its body urgently. Her skin burns, itches as if hair coats her flesh; hands and feet swollen into strange bulbous lengths; a furry appendage beats upon the earth, its motions reverberating up her spine erecting pointed ears. Her voice howls through a sharp canine muzzle, her blissful song riding the waves of carnal euphoria of the wolf’s pride tying them; bonded.

Torn nails and copper ting oozing from growing canines fail to steal her attention away from the bestial daydream, but the cries of children do break the spell. Elise’s eyes widen as laughter echoes intensely in her tugging ears startled at how close it came, prying herself away from tree struggling to regain her composure. Searching the area she is relieved to find that no one is actually around to catch her strange public lewdness, but the giggling continues pounding louder than before, pressing her palms against her ears tightly to muffle the noise.

“What the hell,” Elise groans stumbling further away from the tree walking onto the start of the hiking trial. “Where is this coming from? Where…”

Flared nostrils sniff frantically pulling Elise away and towards a forked path wandering closer to the source. She finds the public park just a quarter of a mile in the distance, several families and young teens frolicking and playing without a care in the world. It feels rather odd that the park would be this active after the animal attack, but perhaps the lack of news coverage and the failed attempts by the police to hunt down the beast left little impression on the town folks, the fact it was the middle of the day probably less of a risk than during the night.

Elise forced a frail smile, envious of her childhood days having gone by so fast; how quickly the reality of a cruel world stripped away her innocence.

Chattering from a picnicking family hit Elise hard, doubling over from nausea at how sharp and piercing their voice became in an instant. She whined as she brought her hands back to her ears hoping to stifle the unbearable pitch shaking her head.

It’s too loud. Why is everything so loud? It’s like I’m surrounded by a mob of talking heads speaking all at once!

_ _ It isn’t just the people either. The rustling of branches against a gust of wind, the tweeting of birds and clanging of bars against beams, music playing from someone’s device; every sound that is going off around Elise torments her hearing. And it only became worse as revving of engines and horns from vehicles joined the noise parade. The smog and concrete from a busy street manages to reach her nose, body odor from the people entering her nostrils all at once making her head spin.

I can’t take it anymore she screams in her mind dashing off hastily within the hiking trial praying that fleeing from the toxic scene will provide enough escape, ignoring her earlier fears of running into the wolf.

* * *

Sweet silence. At the very least; the grating noise has lost its reach giving Elise the chance to stop and rest collapsing onto her hands and knees. Her heart pounds rapidly against her chest, the thumps resonating throughout slouched over facing the floor of the earth, her tongue hanging out drooling as animal pants seem to help cool her body, her strange breathing prolonged as exhaustion shifted to excitement.

No more noise. Quiet here. Can hear clearly…smell better…

Creaking branches and rustling foliage stirred by gentle gusts invaded Elise’s ears again, but without the bombardment of extra stimuli from the noisy offenders the string of nature’s music flowed fluidly than chaotic, eyes shut attentive to the pleasant sounds that rouses the wildness clamoring early to the surface. Chirping avians sang fluttering from tree to tree catching Elise’s attention following the swift movements, their scents faint yet drawing her closer to their roost, eyes opened to find herself grasping a tree urging to climb and meet them.

Too high Elise realized dropping back down to the ground crouched like an animal, darting her gaze anxiously around her surroundings in search of something she couldn’t quite explain. Closer. Need to down here. Need…

Her nose came alive wiggling and flared, smelling the world as she stepped forward and crawled frantically seeking other scents, yearning for something to be near ready to face. Nails; unaware of their boney curved growths, punctured the earth as Elise calm flattered to wild aggression, teeth bared and animal growls spilling forth expressing her impatience, her stomach cramping uttering its own violent growls.

Anything. Something to eat. I need to eat. So hungry.

Terrified rodent squeaks broke the silence, a rather huge mouse or rat bursting from its burrow under one of the trees Elise began to investigate catching its scent, beady eyes locked on the critters dashing movements. Acting on intense instincts she broke out into a sprint, surprisingly flexible to run on her hands and the balls of her feet, huffing and panting until she pushed her legs out with all her strength and pounced. The rodents painful shrills ended with the crunch and snap of its bones breaking, Elise’s fangs viciously ripping off its head letting it drop from her blood stained mouth satisfied with her prey’s corpse lying lifelessly in her hands.

Good catch she thought; the voice in her head disturbingly primal and animalistic. Thrilled growls muffle as she stuffs her mouth with the remains of her kill chewing vigorously, spitting out the bristling hide that tickled her throat and the small bones she couldn’t grind and swallow. Tasty.

The small reprieve from her hunt brought back some clarity to Elise’s mind, though struggling between fantasy and reality as wiping the blood from her face let alone the aftertaste of raw flesh isn’t quite as alarming as it should be. Elise knows this sensing what she has just done and what she is feeling; what is growing within is wrong somehow. But the gratification of her chase; her hunt, and the way she moves and acts feels overwhelming natural, euphoric pride coursing her veins as she stands back onto her hands and feet panting happily.

Feel like beast…like wolf.

_ *Crack* _

“Ugh…” Elise gasps, her back pushing out violently shoulders rolling in waves of contortion, twinges running down her spine. It feels like her shoulder blades are being forced to fold inward inside her body, muscular bulges pressing against the back of her tank top forming a small hump. Pops and crackle sound sharply in sudden hot and tugging ears, vertebrae twisting and stretching; arching.

“What the fuck?” she growls shaking her head, pressure building around her cheekbones and forehead leaving Elise disoriented. “My body…it hurts. What’s happening…”

The flavor of blood fills her heaving mouth, agonizing whines reflecting the throbbing discomfort her entire being is going through. Teeth and nails ache like earlier as they lengthen longer than before, the sensation of beastly fangs and claws much more identifiable as she snaps her wincing jaws and rake the soil. She bites down tightly hoping to suppress the pain and the terrifying growths, but her resistance only makes her furious letting out a monstrous roar.

Hurts…but…feels good. Feel strong. Fierce. Hunt better this way. Kill better.

“S-Stop!!!” Elise cries out pressing swollen palms against her temples, tossing herself onto her back writhing as she struggles to control her behavior; her thoughts. “No…not a killer. Stop thinking like this. I’m…I’m not an animal. I’m not a…a…”

Wolf!!!

*SNAP! POP!*

An animal-like yelp trailing into whines and growls spill further from Elise’s voice as she frantically grasps and claws at her tank top, her chest thrusting out in quick intense spasms desperately seeking to relieve the new pressure aching her rib cage. Fabric rips feeling the cool outdoor atmospheres against searing and itchy perspiring skin, bellowing a gruff wail as Elise torn through the center madly; pangs riddles her rib cage instantly feeling the curved bones bend and expand.

“My chest,” Elise groans, saliva foaming at the ends of her mouth; awkwardly swollen hands caressing her upper body. The sensation is already bizarre with her fingers and palms suddenly thick and callused, the tips of her lengthened nails cutting lightly over her sweltering flesh. Shocking still; however, is the odd way her chest now has barreled outward, a startling match to the beastly hump that urges her to hunch.

No…this can’t be real she consciously disbelieves despite the contrary, rising onto her elbows as she pets the short tuff of light colored hair; fur sprouting above the top of her breasts down the center of her abdomen and stomach, eyes bulging as she rubs her fingers around tiny sensitive pink dots. Oh god. What’s happening to my body?

_ _ Heat wrapped over her mind trying to shake it off, growling once more as primal urges struck back with a vengeance. Elise fought to maintain her will, but the force of the beast that is steadily surfacing continues to fuel her with its instincts and desires difficult to ignore let alone ominously favor.

My body…hurts. Feels wrong. Feels…not me. My paws…

Rubber and cheap leather fall apart as thick claws tear away at the ends of her tennis shoes, strings of cotton from her socks clinging around swollen hairy toes as the arches of her feet elongate and widen. Elise kicked and flailed her legs anxiously tossing her ruined shoes off her inhuman feetpaws, scrapping the torn remains of her socks with her claws until they were fully free from their constriction.

Better! Her mind growled happily, monstrous hands yanking the strap of her ill-fitted bra and throwing it away preferring as much relief to bare her nudity as possible. Tail…tail stuck.

Rolling back onto her hands and knees panting feverishly as the heat of the changes intensifies and her animalistic arousal rises, Elise stretches her contorting body reaching one hand back pulling down her shorts, whining pleasantly as a developing boney nub wiggling right above her rear starts to grow and elongate having been uncovered by her elastic undergarments.

Yeeeessss!!! Elise bellows, voice sighing deeply as her panting quickens digging her claws into the earth, welcoming the twisted primal pleasure of her sprouting tail wagging freely; thin fur covering the skin to help give her animal appendage its form. Wolf! Be Wolf!!! Wolf!!!

The images of Elise being taken by the giant wolf transform once more in her animal lust, crouched on all fours as a giant shewolf mounted and gleefully mating in their wild erotic rump, their howls deafening even her own shaping wolfish ears.

Mate! Mate! Mate!!!

The image in her thoughts flashes showing Elise indulging her sexual desires still, only the scene instead ignited a haunting dread that seemingly helped snap her back to her senses; the scene of herself, still human, being taken like animal from someone she can’t seem to recognize…and how much she feels both proud of and disgusted.

Wha…what am I thinking? What am I doing?

The dark erotic scene flashes back to Elise in the nature park, her crying feeling she has done something abhorrent, and finally the fated moment she was attacked by the giant wolf.

Oh god, stop! Stop!!!

Fangs bared, growls shedding back to human whimpering groans; Elise miraculously manages to pry away from her feral trance sitting up straight on her knees. Certain animal urges like her frantic panting she cannot stop, the stronger of them trying to keep her in a feral state of mind winning no matter what she does, but she finds enough control to suppress acting on them for now as see looks over her body and is terrified at her appearance.

“How…why…I’m dreaming this. Please let this be a dream,” Elise whines once more exploring the bulges and protrusions of bone and flesh altering her physique to appear and feel animal like, the fact her hands and feet already resemble closer to actual large animal paws the more apparent. Looking down her back she gawks at the short fuzzy tail wagging partially curled around her behind, reflecting her current emotional trauma.

“This is bad,” Elise says attempting to stand back on her own two feet, stumbling working to regain her balance on canine-like hindpaws. “I’m turning into an animal; into a wolf. A wolf…it’s…it’s not possible. It can’t be…that must mean…”

_ _ The term Werewolf eventually came to mind. Whether it had been a full moon or not the night she had been attacked the evidence is surmounting now. Perhaps this is why the doctors were surprised her wounds had healed quickly, or why police couldn’t find the giant wolf since. Isn’t this week a full moon a few days?

“No! I don’t want to be a Werewolf,” she sobbed, holding her paw-like hands over her twitching furless canine ears shaking her head in refusal of the facts. “This isn’t me. I don’t want to turn into a monster. I don’t want to…”

Her nose wiggles and flares briefly made away at how swollen her face has become, sniffing the air as something enticing suddenly catches her attention; the smell putting her commotion to the side.

What’s that Elise wonders, sniffing curiously towards the source; handpaws tucked close to her chest, her tail wagging as a smile creeps over her lips.

…Food…

The musk of a slightly larger creature than the rat she ate a moment ago is wandering within the woodlands, her stomach growling as her appetites return yearning to replenish; hungry to hunt. A trilling growl escapes her voice as glowing golden eyes locks on the direction she must take, hurrying as she leaps onto all fours and begins a new chase with her current bodily changes making it slightly easier to prowl like a real wolf.

Shortly after leaving the area bushes surrounding most of the clearing rustle, forepaws approaching the remnants of Elise’s clothes sniffing curiously at the arousing scent left behind, feral eyes gazing towards where this animal scent rushed off into.