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Andrea didn't know exactly where she was running to. She didn't know just how long she'd actually been running, and she certainly had no idea how to find her way back.

She only knew fear.

Her friends had warned her to stay away from the bad side of town, and to her credit, Andrea was a sheltered girl, for the most part; she'd never done drugs, sex was still something to take place only in a long term relationship, and drinking was limited to a wine cooler with her parents on Christmas, and a flute of champagne on New Year's Eve.

The desire to change that image, that very way of life, was what brought her to take the long walk from her pleasant, suburban neighborhood, escaping her home in the dead of night, to make her way to a party in an abandoned warehouse by the old industrial complex in Old Town.

A mere human female, nothing could have prepared her for the literal beasts of the night.

"I didn't see that...I didn't see anything! This is all just a bad dream...it's a terrible dream!" Andrea cried, as her feet pounded harshly against the hardened dirt of a path through the overgrown forest behind the industrial complex. What was once a thriving park, placed in Old Town to take away the dirty, criminal appearance of an industrial complex was now nothing more than a nasty, decrepit forest, filled with the discarded trash of lazy citizens. Used condoms and syringes were actually a common sight, and the trees, thanks to years of absorbing pollution and filth, were all starting to bend to the ground and die. A mist that Andrea could only imagine to be toxic obscured her vision as she ran further in...

...But it was all nothing compared to the terror of a man that was chasing her down the pathway.

Andrea had no idea that animals coming out at midnight could be a literal thing. The shock that she felt when she snuck into the side door of the warehouse, only to see a host of animals walking around on two legs, just like people, all raving in the wild, flickering lights of the party, nearly put her into a coma, but she felt the determination to carry onward, and made the mistake of entering the party...a party where she found herself in the middle of the floor in moments, urged by the bodies of the larger, fearsome looking animal hybrids. She saw cages hanging down from the ceiling with humans trapped inside of them, all scantily clad and ripe for the picking, should the werewolves and other creatures so desire them, and despite her fear, it was only then that Andrea realized just how much trouble she might be in. The creatures, all bearing fangs and sharp claws, started to rip away at her modest clothing, tearing through her favorite sweater and ripping apart her shorts with calculated ease, being sure never to wound or harm her, but only reveal the flesh that was hidden underneath. Every warning she'd ever heard was too late to help her now, and Andrea could only thank a miracle that she made her way out of the warehouse, but she cursed her lucky stars that she still hadn't gotten away.

Now, she was running out of breath, running out of path, and running out of options as the large, wolfish creature behind her continued his pursuit, his nude figure rippling with muscles under the thick coat of black fur, and his tongue dripping with a slick, sticky coat of saliva that dripped and drooled down to the forest floor with each thundering step that he took.

"What the matter, sweetie?! Didn't want to stay for the auction?!" the beast shouted, his voice barreling through the trees like a bull through a store full of delicate china. It actually disturbed Andrea even more that the voice sounded distinctively human, if not for the undertones of rage that filled it. She found herself wondering if perhaps, the male that was chasing her had been human himself, once upon a time.

Still, curiosity didn't distract her exhaustion, and her strides were minuscule compared to the massive wolf that was chasing her. It would only be a matter of seconds before he caught her, even with the head start that she had, and so far, the forest didn't yield any thickets large enough to hide behind. Andrea had no idea what the wolf really had in mind for her, and whatever he meant by 'auction,' she couldn't fathom anything less than the worst possible outcome, seeing how quickly they'd ripped her clothes to mere tatters. Normally a bashful girl, Andrea had completely forgotten her shame, so long as it meant that she would find a way out of the situation.

" DON'T IGNORE ME!" the powerful wolf growled into the night air, slashing defiantly at the trees on either side of the path as he ran, carving deep claw marks into the bark as if to make a point at Andrea. He wished that she could see them, so she'd know just how much worse she was really making things for herself by running, but Andrea did everything in her power to keep from turning back and looking. Keeping hope alive in her heart was all that she could do to make it up over one more ridge, knowing the wolf was right on her heels, so close that she could nearly feel his steamy, heated breath on her neck.

_A building! I see a building...don't care what's in it...gotta run faster, gotta get there! _ Andrea mentally screamed at herself, draining the very last vestiges of her endurance and adrenaline to literally run for her life towards the large building. The closer it came to her view, Andrea realized it had to be some sort of groundskeepers shack, likely the former home of the man who took care of the park when it was still a public fixture. Run down and made of decomposing wood, coated in overgrown vines and moss, Andrea couldn't help but think of the stereotypical ending of a horror movie as she looked upon it, but with almost certain death behind her, she kept sprinting on for it. Everything was happening so fast that she scarcely remembered getting to the door and flinging it open...

SCRAAAACK!

...only to pull it shut just in time for the wolf to rake his claws against the wood outside, gouging trails through it so deep that Andrea could see the old door warping under the pressure.

"You can't hide in there forever, you little skank!" the wolf declared, grunting angrily just outside the door as he swiped it once again with his claws. Chunks of rotting wood flew into the night air, and Andrea could see the door giving way with each strike, knowing that she had two to three minutes at most before the wolf would reach her in this hiding place. The latch that she pulled locked on the inside of the door only kept him from sneaking in, but it would do nothing to stop his deadly claws from turning the door into a pile of kindling.

The inside of the shed turned out to be a bit less creepy than Andrea had imagined, based on the outside, but she'd actually been hoping to find an axe or a chainsaw inside to defend herself with. The best she could find were a couple of old, rusty shovels, with wooden handles that looked like they would snap with just one good swing. The floors were moldy and moist, and desperate her high maintenance upbringing, Andrea fought her internal disgust and went down to her hands and knees, looking across the floor for a sign of anything that she could use as a potential weapon. Searching under shelves that bordered the walls only yielded old chemicals and pesticides, all expired, and nothing that she could weaponize against the beast that was still hacking away at the door. There was only one real option to escape, it seemed, and it came from Andrea being a clever little girl, if nothing else.

CRASH! A small gardening trowel, otherwise useless to Andrea, was tossed out the window to shatter it. For just a moment, the door stopped creaking and splintering, and Andrea, hoping that her ploy had worked, found a spare set of old clothes in a box under the shelf in the corner. Knowing that going for the window now would spell certain doom for her, she hoped that the wolf would take the bait and imagine that she escaped, leaving her with only the option to try and hide her petite figure in the box itself. Knowing that her lacy bra and soft white cotton panties were still exposed by her shredded clothes, she took some sort of minuscule solace in knowing that at least by covering up under the pile of clothes, her modesty would be protected again, even if only for a moment. It might be a silly thing to worry about, and Andrea still felt her stomach turning in disgust as the long locks of her perfectly kept blonde hair were stained by some unknown substance on the clothes, but her soft blue eyes closed, and she let out a momentary sigh of relief as the claws stopped their merciless assault on the door.

He took the bait, she thought, trying to contain her panicked breathing. I'm gonna live. I can slip these clothes on, sneak home, and never come to a party on this side of town again.

Andrea felt a tiny, hopeful smile creep onto her face as she started maneuvering the overalls into the box over her legs.

CRAAAAAAAAASH!

The door splintered apart and thudded down to the floor inside the shack, and though she was fully hidden by the pile of disgusting clothes, Andrea could feel the sharp, piercing yellow eyes of the wolf gazing right upon her.

"Really? REALLY?! You think I'm that stupid? Heightened senses, you dumb twat! I knew you were sitting there the entire time!" he growled, mocking Andrea for thinking her plan ever had a chance of working. The scent of the cold, fearful sweat beading down over her forehead and the back of her neck released an air of fear that the werewolf could easily smell, and without even having to see her, his superb hearing picked up on her feverish panting. "Hiding in a pile of clothes in a box under the corner...maybe if I were mentally damaged, you would have fooled me by breaking the window..." the wolf murmured, taking a step into the shed and smashing one of the old shelves down with a fist, nothing more than a scare tactic, but it was working well, and Andrea felt her body subconsciously clenching her thighs together to keep from peeing herself. "But I'm sharp as a tack, and some stupid little human skank isn't about to outsmart me...and she's definitely not going to get a free pass for making me miss the best part of the party I was throwing!"

Andrea had almost finished putting the overalls on her body, but it was no use, now. She hardly noticed, and no longer cared about the filthy sludge that was soaking into her skin. Her body went into a state of total shock as the wolf drew closer, the claws on his footpaws tearing gouges into the weak floor boards, as the drool upon his jowls dripped down with a surprising weight. Andrea could hear every single bit of spittle hit the floor as the wolf made a spectacle of approaching her, taking his sweet time, assured that Andrea would never escape now.

"If you come quietly...maybe I'll buy you at the auction myself and go easy on you..." the wolf offered Andrea any sort of a bargain, but she couldn't form an intelligible reply. Her lungs could only take in deep, sharp breaths, and her vocal chords were completely paralyzed with fear as the wolf took another step closer to her. If she'd had any chance to escape before, it was long gone now...and in her shock, she could feel an uncomfortable warmth spreading through her body as more of the sludge seeped into her skin.

"N-n-no..." she tried to speak, but her voice came out as such a pathetic whimper, it was unlikely the wolf even heard it as he started tossing the extra clothes that covered Andrea aside. Despite their difference in species, even he could appreciate the sensuality of a girl clad in nothing but overalls, panties and a bra, but the wolf had no concern for treating her like a fine wine and sipping her slowly. His claws dug in once again, tearing the front of the overalls away in patches, first exposing her slim, taut stomach, and then the insides of each of her thighs. Paralyzed even beyond screaming in terror, Andrea could only watch with wide, wavering eyes as more and more of her flesh was exposed...and her fur.

Seeing just one tuft of fur upon her cleavage, right between her breasts, was enough to make the wolf pause in his assault. "Wait...that...that's not possible..."

The sudden lack of confidence in the wolf gave Andrea enough courage to look down at what had stopped him. Sure enough, there was a tiny tuft of dark brown fur upon her chest, right between her still covered breasts, looking as out of place as it could. With a rather fearful approach, the wolf pushed a single clawtip under the middle of her bra and cut it free, but already, the fur was spreading over each breast, starting to encircle the nipples. Now, shock hit Andrea from a new angle as she saw her chest starting to sink back into her body, aided by the guise of a thick coat of fur. It was spreading rapidly, growing down towards her tummy with a surprising vigor.

"Wh-what...what did you do to me?!" Andrea cried out as she found her voice again, this time, in pure anger. The beautiful figure that she'd worked hard her whole life to maintain was shifting, and even if it were still feminine, it was slowly being covered in fur from all angles. The pubic hair that she took great care to contain suddenly spread like wildfire through a dry forest, meeting with the fur from her chest and coating her tummy. It would have been a shocking enough change in itself, if Andrea hadn't already noticed her supple breasts sinking back into her body until her chest was almost completely flat. "This...this feels strange...I don't like it..." she complained, with a rough, strange grunt in her voice. Her vocal chords were shifting as her voice became lower and lower, until there was a husky tone to her speech, like a teenager with a head cold. Frustrated, Andrea stood upright out of the box as her body started to shift again, this time, under the panties that were struggling to stay in place around her changing hips. Though she'd always been blessed with curves, her hips were getting a little wider, but now, it was to fit a broadening frame, and the soft cotton stood no chance against the growing muscles around her abdomen.

"That can't be! No one bit you...no one touched you...why...why are you changing?!" the wolf wondered aloud, his voice filled with a certain panic as he took a step back from the rising Andrea. For the first time that night, Andrea saw a fear in his otherwise impervious yellow eyes, and she guessing that she'd only have one chance to scare the beast off, she took a step forward, despite how clumsy her body was starting to feel.

"You tell me! You're the werewolf!" Andrea falsely claimed, not knowing the full story behind the beast, but each time he took a step back, and each time she stepped closer, she started to look more and more like him. Once the pure, innocent white of her panties had snapped and fallen to the floor, Andrea could see her cute, delicate pussy, once extremely tight with dainty, thin labia, was starting to change in a way that she immediately hated. Her clit, hidden modestly under a clitoral hood, suddenly bulged forward as the rest of her labia and vulva appeared to sink back into her body, much like her breasts did. With each passing second, her clit elongated, growing further and further, as her vaginal passage closed up completely, now nothing more than a wrinkled patch of flesh...but that patch of flesh grew and expanded away from her body, until it started to hang down between her legs. Andrea was figuring out the change just by looking at it...but she was extremely unhappy with it. "I'm...becoming you...I'm becoming just like you!"

Petite and dainty could no longer describe Andrea, as her body continued to grow unnaturally quickly, with muscles that simply didn't fit her frame, that is, until it sprouted up. Within minutes, her musculature had tripled, and it fit perfectly on the frame that grew moment by moment, until Andrea stood as tall and powerful as the wolf that was once trying to hunt her...and she wasn't done growing. "Believe me, this is the last thing I ever would have wanted to happen to you!" the wolf admitted, mere steps from the door. His body trembled, and for a moment, it looked like he was about to become the hunted, instead. "But if we hurry, maybe we can-

"Maybe NOTHING!" Andrea growled angrily, as her face started to shift. Her lips grew outward with her nose, the bridge of her nose lengthening and widening until it was more of a snout, and then, growing further, it started to form into a perfectly shaped muzzle, squared off at the end with a solid black nose, just like the wolf she was imitating. Her teeth sharpened in her mouth, many more of them becoming jagged fangs thanks to the unusual transformation, until she couldn't close her mouth without a quiet, pearly click from the powerful jaws setting back together. Manicured nails elongated and sharpened until the nail polish simply chipped away from them, powerless to stop her body from turning her nails into razor sharp, deadly claws. All the while, her ears were shifted as her face kept re-configuring, and the tips sharpened dramatically while they seemed to travel up her head, as if her flesh were actually made of liquid, until they settled right atop her hair, between what used to be locks of blonde angel hair. "This never would have happened if you hadn't tried to hunt me down and rape me, or sell me, or who the hell even knows what you really meant to do with me! Don't you DARE try and defend your actions!"

The transformation was almost complete, as Andrea's genitals had fully shifted. Her once tiny, cute clit was now a thick, full and dripping canine cock, complete with a sheathe and a knot at the base, and whether it was frustration, or the sensations her body felt from the change, it was stiff and ready to be taken. The only thing no long covered in fur was her backside, but that was only delayed due to a sudden rumbling of flesh that Andrea could feel at the base of her spine, and though she couldn't truly predict it, she had a feeling she knew what was coming. Her spine suddenly elongated and shot outright, covered in an expanse of flesh that wagged back and forth all on its own, and immediately, fur sprouted from the tip and spread back down to her rump, until it was fully covered, and now, Andrea was no longer a "her" in any way whatsoever.

"L-listen...we need to get you back to the party, now! It's the only way we can reverse this! I promise, I'll let you go, but you need to come with me!"

"I don't think so," Andrea grunted. With her growth spurt and changes, she actually stood taller than the other male, and her body was every bit as stout and muscular as his own. "I think we're gonna stay right here in this shack, and I'm gonna tear your pitiful little body limb from limb for what you've done to me!!"

The wolf who hunted Andrea into the corner felt like the one who was trapped in a corner himself, now, and his legs shook with fear as fate conspired against him. Not only had she turned, but she'd turned into a werewolf even larger and potentially stronger than him, and in the wild, size and strength were the laws of the land. Knowing that his best chance was to run and find cover, the tables had been turned, but fate was far less kind to original wolf, who stumbled backwards over his own trembling legs. He turned and tried to catch himself on the wall next to the broken door, but his claws simply tore paths through the rotting wood, and he fell gracelessly to the floor, his body thumping against the ground as Andrea, now fully transformed, loomed over his body.

"Don't try to get up," Andrea warned, as the wolf started to crawl for the door. "Don't you even think about getting away from me...you've got only one chance to escape this with your life, you dirty, shameless punk..."

The crawling came to a halt as Andrea suddenly knelt down over the wolf and sat squarely on his back, completely pinning and immobilizing him. "T-then...what do I have to do?"

Andrea didn't quite fully understand the new body she'd been granted. She'd scarcely been with any human males, and would have gagged at the thought of a sexual act with an animal, so now that she was sporting canine anatomy herself, she was naturally a bit off-put, but she knew the basics of sexuality: an engorged cock meant the body was ready for sex, and whether or not she intended it, she had one.

"You're going to do every single depraved thing I tell you to...and if you once protest or complain, just remember that where we are, no one can hear you scream..."

The tables had truly turned now, as the purity of Andrea faded into something twisted and depraved. It was now a chance for her to truly wipe that image of sheltered innocence clean, and the survival instinct of the pinned wolf made certain that she would be satisfied before all was said and done.

"I...I...okay. I will," the wolf answered honestly, dominated as much by his survival instinct as he was by the transformed beast on top of him. "What would you have me do?"

Andrea never let the wolf have a break, refusing to get off of him for a lack of trust. She scooted along his body, dragging her newly made canine sack across his back, staining him a scent that any other animals could easily recognize, while getting closer to his neck. When she reached it, she spread her legs and gave his body some room, but only so she could display her strength, using her new muscles to easily flip the wolf over onto his back. Keeping a stance that kept her body above his, Andrea stood upright and rested her footpaw right on the front of his muzzle and stared at him expectantly. "I desperately need a tongue bath, thanks to you. Better get started."

The fall from grace was a high one for the wolf, who looked up at Andrea with weak and terrified eyes, the polar opposite of what they'd been before. He obviously wasn't used to being dominated, and he couldn't find any true enjoyment in letting his long, sloppy and flat tongue glide along Andrea's paws. They had an earthy, dirty taste thanks to the rotting wood they stood upon, and even once the wolf had cut through that taste, Andrea simply switched, putting her other footpaw over his muzzle with the same expectation, and once again, he faithfully cleaned it, letting the flat of his tongue slide between each pawtip, cleaning through the fur before the flesh slid down over the pads of her paws, coating them in a thin layer of saliva and sending a disgusted shudder through the now defeated wolf.

"What? You don't like the taste of my paws?" Andrea asked, narrowing her eyes at her prey and leaning further down over him so he could feel the anger burning in her eyes. Once, they were a soft, sweet and curious blue, but now, they were nothing more than burning red embers, ones that could easily burn through a person who was so weak of character. "It's a shame...that's probably the tastiest snack you'll be getting all night."

The wolf was afraid to ask just what that meant, and even if he'd found the courage, Andrea didn't keep him waiting long. Pulling her paws away, she knelt down over his muzzle, resting her sack on his eyes, and putting something with a much more pungent scent over his muzzle. "That's right, you bastard...lick my asshole if you value that pathetic excuse that you call a life..."

"Nnngh...mnf..." The wolf grunted miserably, never having serviced another male before, much less another male wolf, but before he could even get started, he felt a small stream of precum trickling down over his face, as the tip of Andrea's cock rested right between his eyes, spilling the slick, clear fluid into his fur. The flow only increased as his tongue slowly, regrettably extended to take a taste, and Andrea felt a pleasure that she'd never imagined, for the very first time. Even in her wildest experimenting as a human female, she never dared to go near her own back door, but now, a long, slick canine tongue was massaging over the pucker of her tailhole, and the ticklish thrill that ran up her spine was so divine that she only wished she'd tried something like it sooner.

"Mmm...mmyes... Good boy, wolf! I just might spare your life after all..." Andrea gasped in delight, having no idea that a tongue upon the anus could ever feel so pleasurable. Her cock, still slightly beyond her control, bounced and throbbed over the bridge of the wolf's nose, until the stream of precum leaking into his fur threatened to blind him, nearly dripping into his eyes. Andrea wasn't entirely content to let him stop, but she knew that there was one more thing she simply had to do if her cock was ever going to return to normal...and she couldn't deny that between curiosity and inexplicable lust, she was dying to try it.

Andrea had no regard for the safety of her former, would-be captor. She stood up, but then grabbed him by the scruff of the neck and tossed him forward, back out onto the dirt path. Her strength was astounding, and the wolf found himself more bewildered than anything as he started to rise up on his paws and knees. He could see the path again, and instinct took over, as every muscle in his body tensed...

...But it was all a moment too late.

"Oh, no you don't!" Andrea called out, bounding forward in a truly canine pounce. The wolf never stood a chance as she gave in entirely to instincts that she didn't understand, and her paws around around his midsection. Her claws dug deep rivets into his flesh as she grabbed onto him and mounted him, her hips moving all of their own accord as her cock spit streak after streak of precum into his fur. His tail flattened, but she gripped it tight in her paws and tugged it fiercely, yanking it up out of the way and drawing a cry of pain from the wolf, who lowered his head into the ground in defeat as he finally felt the tip of Andrea's member prodding at his tailhole. His anal virginity was already at risk, and as Andrea's precum spilled and pooled over the tight pucker, it was completely shattered with an errant, sudden thrust. Just like the canine she'd become, Andrea was humping away wildly at the wolf she'd caught, knowing no other goal than to plant her seed in a heated bitch, no matter what the consequence was for her, or her capture.

"N-no! Stop! PLEASE!" the wolf cried, as the claws on his front paws dug into the dirt, raking trails through it helplessly as Andrea had her way with him. He could tell just by her erratic thrusts that she was hardly in control of herself, but even if she were fully aware, she wouldn't feel the faintest hint of regret; he'd chased her into the woods with the darkest of intentions, and now, she was getting revenge on him for what he would have done, considering how close he came to actually doing it. There was a moment, if only a brief and fleeting one, where the wolf felt that perhaps, he actually deserved the punishment he received, but that thought faded into obscurity as Andrea's impressive, lengthy canine cock pounded into his tailhole over and over again, with only the precum and spittle upon it to act as any sort of lubrication. The pain shooting through his backside with each and every thrust carried only the most minuscule pleasure for the wolf, who took only a singular solace in knowing that if Andrea was truly transformed and acting as she was supposed to, their mating would be brief.

It would also be extremely rough.

Each thrust was another fresh wave of pain for the wolf, and an indescribable pleasure for Andrea as her hips pounded into the defeated canine like a jackhammer. Her sack slapped upon him so hard that he actually felt a sting in the bottom of his rump from it, and though his body was in pain, his own cock betrayed him as it made an appearance from his sheathe. Andrea took quick notice and brushed her pawtips over it, collecting the precum from it and pressing it right over the wolf's muzzle, with a quick, raspy and demanding order: "Lick it. Now."

The wolf could feel even more pressure against his tailhole as Andrea's knot swelled up against it, and the distraction of having to lick his own precum from a paw was no relief. It was simply degrading, just as Andrea intended...but there was still worse to come, as he felt a sudden rush of heat in his tailhole.

"S-so...that's what it's like!" Andrea moaned aloud, her voice a twisted mix of pleasure and bewilderment. "It's so...so fucking good... yes...yes! Cumming as a male feels fucking incredible!" Her voice echoed throughout the otherwise empty woods, shaking the trees around her as she hunched over the wolf and her hips became a blur. Her cum, something entirely new to her, flowed freely from the end of her tapered cock, spurting deep inside of the once proud predator and painting his insides with a thick layer of the sticky, creamy white fluid. It spilled all over the forest floor, soaking the dirt path and the wolf in the process, coating his thighs in a thin layer of the offending fluid as Andrea simply wouldn't stop thrusting, even when her knot failed to penetrate him. She was making a huge mess of the both of them...and she loved it, as the mess of her canine cum completely painted over what was left of an innocent and sheltered little girl.

The wolf could only whimper in pain as he prayed for his ordeal to end, but even when Andrea's hips finally came to a stop and her cock pulled free, with a river of semen to follow it, the experience wasn't over for him. Paralyzed with fear and the pain that he felt, knowing that more could come at any time, the wolf trembled and shook, but he didn't move, even as Andrea stepped back towards the shed. She grabbed him by the neck scruff once again, dragging him through the mixture of dirt and cum that sat on the path and making sure to coat his fur in it as she did, before she grabbed some old, stale rope from one of the shelves.

"Let's just make sure you don't get any ideas about running away," Andrea said, as she wrapped the rope tight around his neck and tied several tight, thick knots in the end of it, leaving her just enough slack to yank the rope forward, forcing the canine's muzzle right up to her cock, stained with her cum, and the scent and taste of his own anal passage. "Clean this mess up, and you'll be done...for tonight, anyway."

The wolf wanted to protest. He had to protest.

He just couldn't.

"Nnf...ugh..." he groaned in disgust, as the excess cum smeared all over his cheek. He nuzzled into the warm member as it continued to throb, the nearly endless supply of seed that spilled from it giving the wolf an even bigger job to do. Swallowing back what was left of his pride, he lifted his head up and opened his maw wide, swallowing the tapered tip and shuddering at the mixed taste of canine seed and his own ass. He looked up at Andrea, hoping that he could stop, but her look alone told him to keep going, lest he suffer the consequences. With another displeased groan, he lowered himself further onto the cock, his tongue flickering out near the base of the knot to gather up all of the cum, before he started to pull back up towards the top, his whole being filled with regret as he swallowed the mingled flavors.

Andrea, all the while, just watched with sadistic glee. Gone was any trace of an innocent, naive little blonde.

There was only a werewolf, holding a leash, staring with evil intent upon the very beast that had tried to capture her for sexual favors.

If only mommy and daddy could see me now, she thought, as she pulled the least tighter, forcing her new found slave back down onto her length.