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[i]Stella has been chosen by the gods! With a posse of warriors at her side, she travels to the east to seek out a ruined temple hidden somewhere in the countryside. No one is sure what she will do there but she knows that is the goal that the mysterious gods above have given her.

Since leaving home, her journey has been rife with trouble, but Stella has survived thus far. Many would call her strong, but it was an encounter a couple days ago where she was grabbed by some bandits and had to have her new traveling companions save her. It was embarrassing!

There was still a long road ahead to the temple; would Stella's luck change? Would she be able to save her reputation?[/i]

Spending a week on the road was getting to Stella. There was a soreness in her butt and the bottom of her spine. She tried to maintain posture as she nursed a spot on a bench-- the carriage taking the party across the countryside-- but it didn't help.

It was evening and Stella was craving a good bed to lay down on. She wasn't even tired; she only wanted to sit or rest on something that wasn't the seat beneath her. The seats were cushioned but after a few days of sitting it might as well have been a metal slab.

Stella looked over at her ridemates: Sarlo, Lorf, and Hamlesh. They didn't seem bothered by it but they had spent long times in carriages and had developed the pelvises for it; at least Stella believed so. The human girl wiggled in her seat. Her ass had yet to adjust to sitting for a majority of waking hours.

That got Stella thinking, though. Would she be doing a lot of that now-- riding around-- now that she was chosen by the gods? What did her fate have in store for her? To think that she journeyed to Reynolph to deliver a sample of a demonic plant to the magic authorities only to discover that she had been branded by the gods and had a task to perform.

Anxiety brewed in Stella's stomach. Over the last year she had gotten sick of her hometown but now-- thinking about an extended time on the road and what trials could lay ahead-- she was wanting to return home to Drecker.

They rolled into Petterdown, a fairly large town-- at least that is what it looked like from the highway leading into it. Stella gazed through the window at the front of the carriage at the vista.

"What is this burg's name again?" asked Sarlo, the hobgoblin scratching her hair.

Hamlesh put his finger up, a diligent bookworm. "Petterdown."

The 7 o'clock sun basked its orange light over the top of the Petterdown's buildings. As the carriage got close, the gentle rumble of town hit their carriage.

There was a depot just inside town. The crew disembarked there and said bye to the faithful driver-- a dedicated drive who took them from Reynolph to Petterdown and had to suffer the incidents along the way. It was sad to see him go, at least for Stella, but they'd have a new driver tomorrow.

There was an inn just down the road from the depot. The team of travelers-- Stella and her trusted guard of Lorf, Sarlo and Hamlesh-- went down the sidewalk to the inn, getting a good scan of the town. It had wide sidewalks, bigger than most that Stella had seen or that the others had seen for that matter. The style of the buildings was different than other towns around the region so maybe Petterdown took from other architectural influences, Stella thought.

There were also bulletins around town with many fliers for missing persons-- human, goblin, and other races. Maybe the town had a problem with people eloping.

The gang found an inn, one that had a few more floors than usual with the building rising up and surpassing its neighbors in height. Walking inside though, the lobby was subdued. It was unflashly and had low ceiling with an old style of wooden floors and walls. It was the kind of lobby that could have been for any small motel located in the countryside.

Stella and her crew got themselves a couple rooms. Hamlesh and Lorf would share one and Sarlo and Stella would share the other. Stella was disappointed. She wanted to share a room with Lorf in the chance he wanted to have sex with her again. She had been eyeing that piece of orc candy ever since that night with the bandits where they shared an hour by the lake and got horny together.

As the crew got settled in their rooms (with Sarlo making a crack at Stella that she had better not snore), some other inn customers passed by crew and engaged in a little chit-chat.

A human man walked past Stella's group and recognized the few of them as the fighting type. "You guys are warriors? Guess I don't need to warn you then."

"Warn us about what?" asked Sarlo.

The human-- walking with a lady, presumably his wife-- stuck his hands in his pockets and balanced on his heels. "Well... there's been disappearances."

"Disappearances?"

"Yeah," said the man, "For the last couple days people have been mysteriously vanishing. The case is so bizarre that the constabulary has had their hands full trying to investigate."

Stella and her crew were intrigued, but it was Lorf that felt his duty rise up inside of him. There was trouble in the land and as a knight of the realm, it was his mission to seek justice and fix the troubles of the land.

The passerby looked over the crew: Lorf, the muscular orc with plate armor; Sarlo, the hobgoblin swordswoman that looked formidable in her black leather armor; Hamlesh, a lapid-- a magician one would assume based on the silk robes he wore.

And then there was Stella. She was a small human and didn't look built or equipped for battle. Her clothes were something a merchant would have worn.

"You guys look like you can handle yourselves, though," said the man.

"Not this one, though," said Sarlo, taking an arm around Stella. "This girl is about as much of a fighter as a honeybee."

Stella frowned and slid out of Sarlo's grasp. The hobgoblin sneered at her.

The man walked away and Lorf gathered his two fellow knights in his room and made it clear that-- as long as they were staying in Petterdown-- something should have been done and that meant him and his fellow warriors would have to check around town for information on those missing persons.

Stella was setting her bag down in her room when she peeked through the door and saw the three others walking down the hall. She went out chasing them.

"Hey, wait up!" said Stella.

They turned around and looked at her with judgement. Lorf said, "What do you want?"

"Do you need me to come along?" asked Stella. "I could help you guys search for things."

Lorf scratched his chin. "There's a chance that there will be trouble on the other end of whatever this is."

"We don't need you to get snatched by bandits again," said Sarlo.

Lorf snerked. "I wouldn't make that call. There has been times where a tiny human girl getting snatched by bandits had its advantages in battle."

Sarlo and Lorf exchanged a little laugh. Stella's posture shrunk.

"I've fought my share of battles," said Stella. "On the way here, there was this"-- but then Stella stopped herself. Did she want to tell the story of how she distracted a demon by taking his cock until he transformed back into a human? The answer was no. In fact, she didn't have any stories about fighting monsters, only [i]surviving[/i] them, and for no skill of her own in some cases.

"You rest up," said Lorf. "You got a long trail ahead of you and you're not used to the road like we are."

"But--!"

Sarlo glared. "[i]Bye[/i], human." She turned around and walked off. Lorf followed her.

Hamlesh, the affable lapid, took a furry hand on Stella's shoulder. "Don't take it personally. We're the soldiers here. And you're an herbalist, correct?"

Stella moped. "An herbalist can be very useful."

"We don't need your help, Stella," said Hamlesh. "We'll be fine." He offered a toothy smile and then took off in Lorf and Sarlo's direction.

Stella stood there, watching them leave.

"I could help..."

She moped back to her room and shut the door.

After fuming in her room and glaring out the window in anger, Stella thought to herself: when was the last time she had a good beer? It had been awhile, and she needed to take the edge off. She felt her pockets. There was a lot of jangle. She could afford a brew.

She went to the streets and looked around for a bar. If one listened for uproarious murmurs, they could guide themselves to a bar. Stella found a bar-- or a street of them. She walked along the sidewalk and scanned each one, hoping to find one that didn't have too rowdy a crowd.

She found one with a lady bartender-- a human, in fact-- and felt welcome. She walked in to the bar. It was a warm place, decently busy but not too busy, and it didn't look like anyone was going to start a fight or grab Stella's ass.

Stella went up to the counter and ordered herself a big glass of beer. The stools at the counter were a little too tall for someone of Stella's stature so the girl took a seat at a table, one in the back corner.

She sipped her beer and relaxed but as she sat there. It was decent beer. She sat there quietly but nearby were a couple guys-- one an orc and the other a goblin. Stella couldn't help but overhear them. The conversation didn't spark her interest the orc mentioned the disappearing people.

The orc clinked his drink on the table. "Yeah... my friend over in the market district was saying that a few people went missing over night. I talked with Ugon over in the river district, though? A few people went missing a couple nights ago."

"Do you think this is something?" asked the goblin. "I mean... is it someone doing something or a coincidence?"

"People don't just go missing," said the orc. "What do you think they're doing?" The orc chuckled. "You thinking they're all ditching their wives or something?"

"I guess when you put it like that," said the goblin, sliding his hand across the rim of the table, "that doesn't sound possible. Hmmm, do you think it's something supernatural?"

The orc put does his glass and clapped his hands on his knees. He said, "I would guess. I don't know what because Talurka-- we didn't learn a lot about ghosts 'n' stuff growing up there. But if I had to guess... I'd say it's supernatural."

"My wife thinks it's some sort of abductors," said the goblin, "from the stars."

The orc cringed and flattened his face. "From the stars? What's in the stars that would come to the land and take people?"

The goblin shrugged. "I dunno." He stroked his chin. "You know... the thing hit the river district, the market one. The entrance and the apartment district. The only place it hasn't hit is the industry district."

"Maybe it'll attack that place tonight," said the orc.

They chuckled and laughed.

Stella thought for a moment. If whatever was happening was going to happen next at the industry district, she could have got the jump on whoever it was and grab them! If she was sneaky, she could get the jump on the villain and not the other way around!

The girl finished her beer and left the bar. She had to ask directions to get to the industry district but it was the northeastern part of the town. Stella walked there, the evening settling in the sky above her.

The industry district wasn't as busy as the other places in town, being that night was falling on the land and the businesses were closing up for the day. Most people were walking out of the area-- rugged men of many races. They had their clothes full of soot and their faces were dirty. The place smelled of smoke and iron-- yes, it was an industry district. Stella never knew an industry district. The industry district back in Drecker was three houses tops.

But where would a villain strike? It would have to be some place still open. Most of the businesses had dimmed their lights but not the harness smithy down at the lowest point of the road. Its fires still shone brightly across the cobblestone road like the building was harnessing a little orange sun. Stella peeked inside and saw a young man-- human-- hammering at a curved piece of metal.

No other place was open. So Stella got the idea of camping around there and keeping an eye on the smithy. She took to an alleyway. It was a dark alleyway with tall walls and puddles on the floor. Garbage cans were lined up outside of some building that looked like a woodworking shop. There was a small corner that the shadows hid well and Stella sunk into it.

If someone was waiting in the shadows to attack the innocent, then Stella would wait in the shadows to attack [i]them[/i]! Soon enough, Petterdown was going to be freed of their little disappearances problem!

But waiting was boring. Stella stood in the corner and watched the smithy to see what was going on but it was a lot of smithing and nothing else. There was no commotion and no stranger to pay the smith a visit. The smith, Winton, was a young human boy with short brown hair. He wore a leather apron.

Stella started feeling stiff-- an issue with her sitting down so much in the carriage?-- so she walked the alley, heading down its corridors and peeping out the end of the alley on the other side where she got a good look up the sloped road at one of the exit's out of town.

When she returned to her spot, the young man was gone. There was silence. She grew concerned that the boy had been snatched so she moved across the street to the alleyway outside of the smithy. She bumped into some garbage cans but moved down the building's side to peek in some windows. The boy was gone.

She moved to another window to get a better view of the smith. There were lit furnaces and a row of pieces of metal on hooks that needed to be tended to but no one was there.

"Where did he go?"

Stella moved back to the front of the building and looked around to see if the boy might have left the smith and was walking the road to his home.

"What are you doing?"

"Ahhh!" Stella screamed. She looked and there was the boy-- Winton-- in the alleyway, looking past the corner at her. He was covered in soot, on his arms and on his apron. He was a skinny guy too. How could he have been a smith so small?

"Uh..." said Stella. "I was looking around."

"You're a thief, aren't you?" asked the boy, turning a smith hammer in his hand.

Stella scowled. "I'm no thief. I'm an herbalist. I don't [i]need[/i] to steal."

"Ok," the boy scratched his forehead, "so why are you lurking in the alleyway?"

"I thought I heard something," said Stella. It was a good excuse too. "I came over to check what was going on."

"Well, nothing's going on," said the boy, "So why don't--"

The boy glanced off into another alley. Stella looked over to see a wolf approaching them-- one with a spectral glow to it. The wolf didn't snarl and his steps were light but it was threatening all the same, staring out at the too with eyes flashing brighter than the aura around him.

"Ahhh," said Stella, reaching for her knife. Oh shit, she left her knife back at the inn! She looked around and saw a piece of sharp looking metal in the trash so she reached out and grabbed it but was pricked by a sharp point that she didn't see. "[i]Ow! Shit![/i]"

The piece of metal fell to the ground, Stella grasping her hand.

The boy wielded his hammer, swinging it at the wolf. "Stay back, boy!" He switched his stance hoping it made him more confident in his fighting readiness but it did nothing. "Gods, why is there a wolf in the city?"

The wolf took another step forward and Stella and the boy both were worried it was about to strike, but then it opened it's mouth and spoke in a masculine voice. "Join me..."

"It talks?" asked the boy.

"It's a spirit of some kind!" said Stella. Her knowledge of supernatural creatures was limited, but she knew a thing or two about spirits.

"Join me..." the wolf said again and strange light emitted from its head and wafted over to the boy and Stella. It was a faint light so by the time they noticed that it was consuming their bodies-- it was too late. Their forms began to glow and then in an instant, everything changed.

Stella was closer to the ground, about eye level with the wolf. When she reached out to shoo the wolf away, she noticed that her hand had gotten furry. No, it was a [i]paw[/i]! With gray fur! She looked at herself and her feet had become paws too. Hell, her legs had been reshaped. She was sitting on the ground like a dog!

"Whurf?" she said, trying to ask what was going on. Her mouth was different. She could feel her tongue waggle inside her face, but she noticed her nose protruded far in front of her face. It was snout, even! She looked behind her and saw a fluffy tail.

Stella looked over at Winton and she saw a wolf-- fluff coming out of his head, pointy ears, sharp muzzle-- wearing the boy's clothes, complete with apron. He stared back and they exchanged a gaze in horror! Stella knew that she had been turned into a wolf! They had both been turned into wolves!

"Welcome," said the spectral wolf, "I am your alpha and you are my wolves. You are part of my flock."

Stella didn't know what to do and she didn't know she could do anything if she tried. All she could do was stare at the alpha wolf that transformed her. She felt her whiskers swaying in the midnight breeze. She felt her ears twitch in intimidation. She felt were paws on the wet alley floor. Wait, why was the puddle warm?

She looked down and realized she was sitting right in a puddle. It wasn't concerning until she realized that the puddle was growing, then she noticed that there was a loosening inside her body and a feeling of emptying. She was [i]peeing[/i]! The puddle she was sitting in, the one that wet the bottoms of her pants, it was of her own making.

The alpha looked at her as she shivered and watched herself pee in her pants, puddle growing out from her like a satchel of water with a hole in it. The alpha wolf laughed. "Yes. Quiver in fear at my presence."

He stepped closer to Stella and she ducked away, folding her ears in submission. He got close enough to almost step in the puddle she made, but sat there, staring at her. Stella did nothing.

After a few seconds of a stare down, the alpha walked up to the smithy boy. The boy whimpered and stepped away, backing himself up to the wall. He quivered and as the alpha wolf got close, wet strands appeared on the boy's pants, the pants now transformed with his body. The wetness streamed down his legs and trickled out the bottom of his pants with a [b]*plip* *plip* *plip*[/b]. With pee dripping from his crotch, the wolf made a puddle beneath him, spreading out on the ground and pushing up against the wall behind him.

The alpha opened his mouth, fangs bared at the smith boy, and the boy closed his eyes as the wolf brought his razor sharp teeth to the boy's neck.

Just as the boy thought his life was over, the alpha took the strap of his apron and pulled it over his head, making his ears flop as the strap passed them by. The wolf took the apron and tossed it aside. The boy opened his eyes, thankful to be alive.

"You would have tripped," said the alpha wolf. He took a sniff, "Also, you have defecated."

The boy wiggled his butt and felt a warm mush back there. He had crapped his wolfy pants!

The alpha addressed both the boy and Stella. "You two, follow me."

Stella was paralyzed with fear... almost. Like she was being controlled by the alpha wolf, she got up on her feet, pee dripping from her pants, and walked over his way. The boy followed, ignoring the crapload in his underwear.

They followed the alpha wolf down the alley and the alley curved so that it drove up alongside the town's outside wall. They followed along the wall until the alpha turned and went under a hole broken in the side of the wall. He leaned down to crawl under the hole and Stella and the smith boy followed.

They were outside the city, and the sun was nearly set. The sky was dark and getting darker. The murmur of the town behind them faded to quiet as the trio of wolves got further away from the place.

As they walked, Stella's nerves calmed, she made peace with the fact that she had pissed her pants, and she got a grip. What was going on? She was a wolf and was following a ghostly alpha wolf. She tried speaking but all that came out was a ruff. Talking was out of the question.

Her nose could take in all sorts of smells, including the odor coming off of the smithy boy's pants. But there was also evening dew, grass, dirt, rotten berries left on the ground, and other smells too. It was exciting to smell with Stella's new lupine nose!

The alpha got whiff of something. He took his nose into the air, sniffed at it, and then took off running in another direction. Despite just being turned into wolves a few minutes ago, the instincts of running came to Stella and Winton easy and they followed their master-- maybe out of some instinctual respect or maybe because they were worried what the creature could do to them if they disobeyed.

They followed the alpha and saw him racing towards another wolf-- one dressed in a cloth dress with a torn skirt. The alpha growled and the dressed wolf spotted the alpha coming and she fell too the ground, yelping in shock. The alpha stopped before the dress wolf and with a powerful stance, he growled at the dress wolf. The dress wolf curled on the ground, whimpering and releasing urine all over herself. A wet spot crept down her dress and she made a puddle on the ground.

"Trying to escape, are you?" said the alpha. "Not on my watch! Get up!"

The dress wolf did nothing until the alpha gave a ferocious bark. The dress wolf snapped on her feet and followed the alpha back to Stella and Winton. By the time they were back on track to where the alpha wanted them to go, the pee had stopped dripping from the wolf's dress.

They walked for awhile and up ahead was a bright light shining behind trees and shrubs. The alpha brought them close and there were the small whimpers and barks. Were there other wolves?

As they got close, Stella and Winton saw a crowd of wolves, sitting around a clearing. Most of them were naked and looked calm. Some though were clothed still and looked terrified, like they had just been transformed as Stella did. The alpha cut through a few shrubs and his three escorts followed him through into the clearing. Everyone gazed at them as they walked in, some shivering at the sight of the wolf.

The clearing was large enough to hold what looked like twenty wolves. The lights were two fires-- fires burning off the tips of tall pillar-like stones with no origin or understanding of how the flame burned. At the front of the clearing there was a stone stage where the alpha walked towards.

Stella looked around and confirmed on second glance that the wolves that were still clothed looked scared. Stella walked by the clothed wolves. One was standing and staring at the alpha wearing a tight corset over a cotton shirt and a pair of tights, wetness going down her legs and another odor wafting up from under her tail. There was a fat wolf sitting on the ground, wearing a cloth shirt and cotton pants. A large puddle sat beneath him as he shivered and stared at the alpha. The naked wolves-- and Stella got a look at a few lupine vaginas and dicks-- were calm.

It's not their first day, thought Stella as she stared at the naked ones.

The alpha took the stage and posed regally as he looked out at his crowd. "Greetings, newcomers. Welcome to my pack."

There wasn't a sound. No one could say anything but even if they could have they would have dared not raise their voice to the shimmering spirit wolf. They kept silent, those with wet pants stewing in their messes.

"For those new to the fold," said the alpha, "take not worry. You will not be harmed--" the alpha hopped out into a stance and growled-- "unless you cross me!"

A few wolves whimpered. Stella herself flinched when the wolf snapped out like that.

The alpha looked around the crowd. Wet pants, puddles underneath tails. The alpha chuckled. "It seems a number of you have-- what is the humanoid expression, ah yes-- [i]peed your pants[/i] and thus you will require some cleaning." He hopped down from the stage and cut into the crowd. "Then follow me. I will take you to a pond."

The alpha walked off the clearing into the night where the smells of birds and squirrels were rampant. The midnight song of late-evening bird tweets tickled Stella's ears. She followed the alpha, and so did everyone else-- new wolf or not.

They walked through a field of wild grasses. Needing anything to take her mind off of the transformation and chaos, Stella concentrated on the blades of grass and tried to identify what specimen they were. They didn't seem familiar so they weren't grasses that had much use. Stella's herbalist training had only informed her on herbs with explicit use, but thinking about such things was a good activity for Stella to make sure that her mind was still intact even in her wolf form. The last time she was transformed, her brain size shrunk to the size of a pea!

While walking, Stella looked over at Winton. They exchanged a glance of sadness, Winton very uncomfortable with his pissed pants and the load of crap swishing around in his underwear. Stella expressed sympathy, the peed wetness in her pants bothering her too.

While walking, one of the wolves chuckled and took a bite of Stella's tail. She looked back and wanted to scream at the wolf, but she couldn't make a word. She growled and barked, though. Those abilities seemed to be intact. The wolf back off, smirking at the new wolf.

The smell of fresh pond water hit Stella's nose. Her wolf smelling was overwhelming-- she could smell so many things at once and distinguish them-- but the pond's smell of earth green water pleasured her nostrils.

The alpha took to the side of the pond and watched the crowd of wolves approach, paying special attention to the new ones-- still dressed in their clothes and obeying the alpha's commands out of abject fear.

The alpha waited for all of the wolves to gather around the edge of the pond.

"Many of you need a bath," said the alpha. "I ask you to strip out of your humanoid clothes and embrace your wolf coat."

Strip naked? Stella wasn't going to strip naked, even if she was a wolf. Even if she had peed her pants. But wolves approached her, the naked ones, and they took their teeth to Olivia's shirt and vest. She struggled and growled to get them away but quickly realized it was vain to fight back. She sighed as much as her wolf face would allow and stood still so the wolves could take off her clothes, feeling especially sorry for the one that had to handle her wet pants.

When her wolf cooch was let out into the evening and the night breeze tickled her hindquarters, that's when she could really feel the shape of her new wolf cunt. It was [i]pudgy[/i] and felt [i]swollen[/i]. This was a nightmare!

Stella looked over at Winton, the smith boy his shirt and messed slacks removed by others. The wolves were happy to undress the incontinence-challenged smith! He looked over at Stella and the two exchanged another sympathetic look.

The other wolves were stripped too, one of them sitting down on the ground and covering her privates with their forelegs. The alpha approached her and chuckled. "You best get used to being naked, because that's the way a wolf should be!"

The shy wolf didn't move a muscle. She was too ashamed of her naked body.

The alpha walked up and into the pond water, standing in the shallow water with the water going up to his knees. "Come on in; you need to get clean."

One of the new wolves moved towards the water, but most remained petrified with disbelief and nervousness.

"Now!" said the alpha. He barked.

Everyone got up and got in the water. Stella was worried about how deep the water was on her new body-- her new wolf body only a few feet in height. She stepped into the water and was washed over by the cool pond. She felt the water flowing through her new fur. Every time she moved a muscle, her body was dragged by all that fur catching into the water flow.

Once she walked out to the point where the water was coming up to her nose, she tried swimming. It came so naturally, doing a doggy paddle in the humble pool. It was almost... fun.

The other dogs hopped in the water and concentrated harder on getting clean, a few of them having shit themselves and dealing with cleaning their rears. The water cleaned them quick though.

"Wash off your personhood," said the alpha, "and embrace wolfhood!"

No one was riveted by the alpha wolf's sermon. They wanted to get clean but none of them were convinced that their wolfhood was some spiritual awakening. However, having dipped into the water was a snap to reality for a lot of them-- getting their fur soaked help them get a grip and kill some of the anxiety.

The alpha let them splash around for a few minutes, keeping an eye on Stella as she liked to paddle off to the other side of the pond and might have been thinking of escape. When the alpha called them to get out, they all moved towards the edge they came in from.

The new wolves looked at the old wolves. All of them were naked and in their fully lupine dress, although the new ones were dripping wet. Almost instinctually, Winton shook his fur and splashed water everywhere! The alpha chuckled, getting sprayed by the boy. The others followed suit, Stella whipping her fur around to get as dry as she could get it!

They new wolves looked at each other. They were all puffy, with their fur standing out like cotton balls.

"Good," said the alpha, "let's go to the cave."

The alpha wolf took them in another direction, one that passed by the clearing. Along the way, the bathed wolves' fur settled and they lost the bushiness they had before.

Stella looked over and saw Winton. Even with no clothes on, Stella recognized the boy's distinctly white coat on the front of his neck. Stella was recognizable by her fluffy cheeks. Or maybe it was the smell that made her noticeable? Winton wasn't sure. That nose was new to him and his mind couldn't make sense of all the information it delivered to his brain.

The alpha took the crowd of wolves to a plateau at the base of a sharp peak. The mount was not more than fifty feet tall but looked like mighty mountain to climb for its rigid cuts and dark shadows in the moonlight.

Up a small rocky hill there was the plateau overlooking the nearby fields. Stella saw Petterdown in the distance, lights sparkling across the vast dark. The alpha gestured at a cave in the side of the mountain. "This is where we sleep, but we will not sleep yet."

One of the wolves, one Stella got the impression who was not a new one, bumped her hips into Stella and rubbed up against her side.

Stella growled at the hip-checker, feeling a pride in her rumble as it left her. It felt good to rumble. She growled quietly just to get the feeling out of it and it was satisfying, but she stopped because she didn't want to give the impression that she was that offended at the wolf bumping into her, especially one with such a nice coat that Stella's eyes got lost in.

Wait... was Stella attracted to the wolf? A girl wolf of all things?

Stella looked over at Winton. The smithy boy was preoccupied with a wolf waving her tail against the bottom of his chin and bumping her nose against his side.

A couple wolves-- perhaps veterans to wolfhood-- got busy. Stella glanced over and there were two of them mating like they had booked an inn room together! It was disgusting... for about three seconds. Stella watched the one mount the other and waggle his hips into the other's hindquarters. That couldn't have been pleasurable... could it?

Stella remembered what the drow lady told her, that she should be proud of her sexual attractions-- but Stella wasn't prepared to deal with her attractions as a wolf!

Another wolf-- of shadowy fur-- came up behind Stella, just shy of bumping his nose against her sex when he poked her behind. He rubbed his body up Stella's side and the girl had to admit that it felt very nice to be rubbed like that. Stella took a breath of the nighttime air in her nose and something about the way the grass smelled coming up to the plateau told her it was mating time.

I can't... thought Stella. I can't have sex as a wolf.

"Embrace your attractions, small ones," said the alpha. "Embrace being a wolf."

The shadowy wolf rode his body against Stella's and walked up in front of Stella and smiled. His ears twitched and he gazed at her.

Stella looked around and saw Winton and other wolves starting up the act. There was presenting, there was mounting, and there was humping.

Well... thought Stella. What else am I going to do?

Stella hesitated, looking at the shadowy wolf, but she got the idea of turning around and leaning down, prompting for the guy. She realized that it was not something she had never done as a human-- which made her ponder about the similarities between human sexual advances and the ones of animals in the wilderness.

This pondering was short-lived as the shadowy wolf took her up on her offer and climbed up on her, sticking his wolfhood inside. It was a weird feeling, but as strange as it was it still had the pleasures of any other kind of sex, strained energy flowing through her body. The wolf got humping and Stella sunk into the ground, murring and grinning at the pleasurable feeling.

Everyone took off and got mating. There was more humping in the plateau than most inns over in Petterdown. It was a lot of doggystyle, being that the suspects were dog related, but there was some attempts at missionary-- some pairs of wolves (including a female-on-female) trying to emulate their humanoid sexual habits.

Stella glanced over at Winton. His face winced and strained but Stella knew he was having a good time. He was humping that she-wolf like he had to temper her hindquarters before the night was through.

A pleasure boiled in Stella, and she knew she was about to orgasm. She struggled to her feet, legs shaking and as the flow zipped out of her hindquarters, she leaned up to howl. Oh gods, did she howl! It felt good to howl-- as a human and especially as a wolf. The air left her lungs like a summer monsoon. The moon above could have heard her call into the night sky!

The shadowy wolf joined her just as her howl ended. Wolf spunk flooded Stella's space and the wolf hit her hindquarters like it was trying to break rock. Stella fell to the ground while the shadowy wolf slammed her body and blasted out all the cum he could.

Stella relaxed, not even turning her head to stare at the shadowy wolf as he unlocked and stepped off, paw claws clinking on the rock floor. Not bad, thought Stella.

Winton howled. Stella looked over to see the smith boy turned wolf to see his snout aimed into the air as he evacuated his wolf balls into the mate he had between his forelegs. The smithy boy waggled those hips against his mate like he was trying to set a record for how much sway he could give with his hips.

He finished his cum and collapsed on the wolf. She leaned back and licked his snout but she had to walk in front of him to get him to unlock him from herself. Winton collapsed on the ground.

Stella and Winton rested for a moment while other orgasms and howls took to the air. Once they were feeling the urge again, Winton walked towards Stella and Stella got on her legs and pivoted that tail in the smithy boy's direction. She lifted it and Winton jumped upon her.

That time, Stella got to enjoy more of the sensations. The amateur stage was over and she could feel more contours of the sex, although she was still uncertain about how the knot worked into sex. What did it matter? Winton humped her and it felt good.

She was so excited she let out a bark! Winton followed suit, barking every three thrusts or so. The two exchanged a glance. They went from meeting in an alleyway to having sex in the span of a couple hours-- and they got turned into wolves in between! What a night it had been for both of them.

Stella leaned her body down, arcing her hind-legs upward for the smithy boy to wrangle. His forelegs grappled Stella's hindquarters like he was holding onto a tree.

He whimpered and whistled and Stella knew it was time for him to cum. His humping sped up, his slams got hard-- the wolf barraging Stella's base with long thrusts-- and then the smithy boy howled, filling Stella with his spunk. He thrust while his dick fired out like an out of control hose!

Stella's back tingled, from toe to tail. She could feel the fire burning so she let loose, barking and growling as the juice broke free and then howling into the air as her cum escaped her. She released her flood, getting cum all over her legs and Winton's lap. She howled, so happy to be free.

The pleasure of howling was greater than the pleasure of cumming, it seemed. She howled as much as she could and then signaled at Winton to dislodge. The wolf boy stepped off and laid down beside her. They smiled.

The night continued as such-- with the wolves having a great festival of mating. Stella spread herself around and got mounted by many partners, although the alpha seemed uninterested in sex.

After the wolves had a wonderful night of mating, they moved into the cave where there was enough flat floor for all of them to curl up and rest.

Just as Stella entered a sleeping state, she wondered what was going to happen to her. She knew that most transformations were reversible, but was her being a wolf something that could be cured at all? And even if it was a curable condition, would she find a way? Was there anyone that could help.

Stella relaxed her anxieties. That was a question she could answer tomorrow. She should have concentrated on finding a cure but in the meantime, she would enjoy being a wolf.

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