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Tanya held one last object in her pale outstretched hand. She turned her palm upright and brazenly revealed it to the girl. It was a pill, solid black on one side and white across the other, and not much larger than her thumb's fingernail. It too bore the logo of Club Beast's howling wolf.

Despite the seriousness of her offer, Tanya couldn't help but grin.

Even with all the doubts still plaguing her thoughts, Zoe took it from Tanya's hand and held it between her thumb and index fingers, keeping it away from herself as she would some dangerous chemical. She turned to Tanya with a puzzled expression, her hint of worry only showing through the quirk of her thin brows.

Out of all the strangeness Zoe had experienced out of Club Beast, she hadn't expected this.

“You're no stranger to these," spoke Tanya with confidence. There were an endless set of questions flashing through Zoe's eyes, yet none were asked.

“You can't seriously…" Zoe brought the odourless pill closer to herself, knowing well that she wasn't willing to just hand it back to Tanya either. There'd be consequences for denying this request – even if Tanya hadn't made that clear, Zoe could feel it. “This is insane."

“Is it really?" questioned Tanya. Her modulated tone even made Zoe question herself.

“Absolutely." Zoe had to turn away from Tanya's constant gaze. The secretary, if she was even that to begin with, wasn't making things any easier on the clubber. As it was, she was already having a hard enough time thinking for herself. “What's this going to do?"

“How about a guess, dear." After a brief moment of silence, she continued. “We're no fools, Zoe, and neither are you. You know what you want, and we know that we can offer it. Are you really going to turn back now?" And, with a shake of her head, she finished, “No, I don't think you are."

Zoe had half a mind to prove her wrong, but she couldn't find the strength to outright deny the offer. It was far too tempting – and Tanya was right, she'd come too far to simply turn her back on this. Although the hair on her arms had stood on end from the moment she was granted access to Club Beast, she hadn't even thought of turning away.

“You make it sound so easy…" Tanya was just a moment away from saying that it was. “If it's like anything I've ever taken, then it's going to make me feel good."

“Isn't that what you want?"

“Among other things."

“Chief among them being…?"

“… To feel good."

She was pleased with herself, the tall matronly figure that dwarfed Zoe in comparison. She almost had her. Zoe was already teetering on the edge. All it would take was one last nudge in the right direction. Tanya savoured her victory long before it was within her grasp.

“It will be like nothing you've ever had before." They were at eye-level now; Tanya's large hands clasped to her knees. Those brilliant violet eyes, hidden behind a perfectly matching set of glasses, were hard to ignore. Zoe found herself almost hypnotized by them. “That's a promise."

“You're asking a lot," Zoe finally replied after a moment of hesitation. She held the pill within a clenched fist, if only to keep herself from falling for temptation so quickly. There was more than enough reason for her to turn away and head to another club – or better yet, go home – but here she stayed, under Tanya's watchful gaze. “I think I'd almost prefer you to take my money and call it a night."

“You can always leave," curtly replied the woman as her lips pulled up to a slight smirk, “the doors are right there. But…" She shook her head, letting her words hang in the air, whetting Zoe's appetite for the mysterious. Tanya then added with a tone of finality, “What's it going to be, dear?"

“You wouldn't let me back in if I refused." She didn't bother presenting that as a question. The facts had been obvious from the moment she was granted the rare privilege of entering Club Beast. And so there was the problem: could she live with not knowing what lay in the bowels of this building?

“Never again," clarified Tanya with a nod of her head as she stood back to her full height, “not unless you do as I say, and take it."

“And what happens after?" If Tanya was getting tired of her questions, then she was doing a good job of hiding it. “What will you do with me?"

“I'll show you everything that Club Beast has to offer. The sights, the tastes, the smells…" Zoe felt an excited shiver run its course through her skin. “We're in the business of pleasure, dear, and I wasn't lying when I said it before – you are very important to us. It's been a very long time since we've had a newcomer. Don't deny us –" there was a pause, and Tanya corrected herself midsentence, “– don't deny yourself this opportunity."

Zoe brought it up to her lips, that black and white pill that had become the center focus of her dilemma. In a way, this was the crossroads. One path pulled her away, back outside to the safety of the known and familiar; the second path brought her closer to the heart of the club, where her actions would be driven by an unnatural allure for the unknown. She would be welcomed as one of their own – or so was the promise.

Tanya's patience was seemingly infinite. The matronly woman watched as the girl weighed out her options. Her simple smirk never faltered, and her warm violet gaze never wavered. She'd known what the answer would be from the moment she presented Zoe with the pill – the girl just wouldn't be able to resist the temptation.

But she had to ask one last question. It took even Tanya by surprise. The woman thought that Zoe would have faltered by now. It was a question fueled by bad memories that Zoe would have better left forgotten, yet the situation demanded that she remember. A warning, perhaps, from the deepest recesses of her mind, to keep her from making the same mistakes she'd done before.

“You won't leave me?"

Tanya looked at her like a mother would her daughter, the intense stare finally faltering to give way for something warm and welcoming. She couldn't help herself. She clicked her tongue and shook her head, but then figured that the girl needed more than such a simple reply. So she threaded her fingers through Zoe's hair, enjoying the way the girl leaned into her touch like a needy pup, and said; “You're in good hands, dear."

Zoe had made her decision, and while holding on to those comforting words, she set the pill flat on her tongue. It was as tasteless as it was odourless, and an instant later she felt and heard it fizzle and crack. What came then, after allowing the pill to crumble on her tongue and swallowing the rest, was an icy punch to her gut that left her doubled-over and reeling without breath.

And to think that just a few hours ago she was standing in line, watching as one individual after another was denied access to the club. She was certain that the same fate would befall her. The thought hadn't even crossed her mind that, when her turn came up, she'd be the one who was granted access.

Club Beast was in a busy part of downtown, where the foot traffic was even more congested than the roads which cut through the maze of high-rise buildings. Some had taken to calling this stretch of road 'Nightlife Boulevard'. It was silly, wholly unoriginal, but a more apt name she couldn't think of. One could stare out in either direction and not go five feet without seeing a club, bar, or a restaurant touting its offers.

Sushi and karaoke, beer and wine, electronica and disco, the exciting and the mundane. Nightlife Boulevard had a little bit of everything for everyone. And so it came as no surprise that it was loud. People hollered and laughed and cried their hearts out to the skies above, cars of all makes sped by with roaring engines to announce their presence, and everywhere in between – music. A wonderful, maddening cacophony of mismatched music.

All Zoe had to go off on was rumours and speculation.

Club Beast had been the talk of the night life ever since it opened its doors. To call it exclusive would have been an understatement. It had sounded to her like just another celebrity club, and normally would have avoided it like the plague. She would more than likely have been refused outright, or presented with such an absurd entry fee it would have been cheaper to arrange her own funeral.

But Club Beast was different in that regard, and everyone took note of it. It took exclusivity to a completely new extreme. It wasn't about your status, nor your monetary wealth, nor… anything, for that matter. She couldn't pinpoint the exact prerequisite for gaining access to the club. How they picked and chose who could enter was seemingly at random, although one could tell that there was a calculated precision in their choices.

That was why she had been there. It's why everyone in line was there. Zoe could look ahead and behind herself and see people from all walks of life, every one of them just as eager as the next to get their chance. The aura of it… the mystery behind those grand ivory doors…

Indeed, there were very few things that would have kept her from trying on this particular night.

She felt the excitement, anxiety, dread, and hope all swell within her chest to the point of bursting. Even against her better judgment, Zoe had fallen for the mystery of Club Beast. She looked back up at the logo, which now loomed higher overhead, and swallowed down her anxieties.

Somehow, Zoe managed to best the odds. For whatever reason, they saw something worthwhile in her, and granted her the entrance she'd so desperately sought.

Zoe had some expectations, but she couldn't have possibly imagined what waited on the other side of those doors. Maybe some music, or the constant chatter of a dozen different conversations happening all at once, or… anything. But this? The emptiness, and the silence of it all, almost made her sick to her stomach. The entrance hall had a grand design clearly fit for a couple dozen people, easily, yet she could only make out two individuals: herself, and the lady the bouncer had alluded to.

The floor was a sea of ivory marble, so meticulously polished and waxed that she could see her own hazy reflection staring back at her. All the way down the length of the grand hall were massive pillars of stone and steel that spiraled upward in support of a concave ceiling. The whole room was lit up in a wonderous yellow light that reminded her of the first few rays of a morning sunrise. As far as decorations went, her gaze was drawn to the single bronze statue of a prowling wolf taking up a central spot in the lobby.

A little on the nose, she thought to herself while walking past the massive sculpture, unable to help but stare at its face for a few moments. It bared its fangs at all who came in either a warning or a greeting. She felt strange when looking at it, as if her soul were being tugged at by invisible strings.

Her nerves, she figured, and continued on to the end of the empty lobby to meet the other.

The woman who'd gotten into her head, and read her thoughts, and managed to convince her to take that next big step into the unknown.

It didn't take Tanya long to get a full bearing on Zoe. It almost felt to her as if they'd been expecting her, since Tanya seemed to know so much about her, and yet she knew so little about them in return.

“All in time," Tanya would say to any of her prying questions. And then, she'd turn the conversation to another topic. Tanya picked at her thoughts, twisted her words, and played on her emotions with the calculated efficiency of an expert.

Zoe fell for it hard, with every second that ticked by making her feel closer and closer to that matronly woman who now presented herself as her 'guide.'

Tanya had been the picture-perfect description of a friendly secretary. Her long brown hair was tied up into a bun, giving her a professional look. Meanwhile, the thin metal-framed glasses perched on the tip of her nose complemented the roundness of her face and accentuated her violet eyes. She wore a purple turtleneck sweater that seemed as comfortable as it was warm, and which tightly hugged to every curve and swell of her upper body.

If ever there had been any deception in her actions, then Zoe sensed none of it. She held on to the woman for support as her legs threatened to give out under her, finding that Tanya was more than happy to provide it for her. Now that she'd taken the pill, Tanya's hard façade could give way to the warmth she reserved only for those who'd truly cemented themselves as a member of Club Beast.

The tall woman stroked Zoe's cheek and whispered soft words of encouragement and praise. Zoe could feel her heart beating against her ears, the edges of her vision progressively blurring until she had nothing but a tunneled view of her surroundings, which out of desperation were focused squarely on Tanya's soft and motherly figure. She felt her skin flush with a feverish heat, the sticky residue of sweat already forming at the fringes of her hair and around the small creases of her face. There was a sickly feeling that formed at the pit of her stomach, and with every passing second she felt it burn higher up her throat.

With an unnatural strength befit only for a woman of her stature, Tanya managed to hold Zoe upright, even when her legs had all but given up on the girl. She brought her close, burying Zoe's face into her bosom, and protectively held her arms around the girl's head.

Having nowhere else to go, and with her body not responding to her own commands, Zoe settled for listening to the gentle beating of Tanya's heart. Each calming thump worked to ease her fears while the gentle fingers that massaged the small of her back tried to whisk away the tense anxiety that had so severely locked up her muscles.

That unadulterated praise, so complete and absolute, very nearly convinced Zoe that she'd made the right choice. And something about being so close to Tanya, and the intimacy with which the taller woman held her, very well could have had her purring with contentment.

“Welcome to the club, dear." Tanya pulled away from Zoe with a low laugh, though she still held her arms securely around the girl, who wobbled on her own two feet and seemed just about ready to fall over at a moment's notice. “It hits hard, doesn't it?"

“Uhuh." Even the tongue in her mouth had gone numb. Zoe found it difficult to say what she thought. She couldn't voice her fears or express her joy.

“You'll get used to it soon, dear. For now, I need you to follow me." The girl's head cocked to the side in curiosity. Where were they going? Tanya's smile returned and she gestured at an innocuous door hidden away by shadow. “I'm bringing you home, dear." Home. She liked the way that sounded. Her heart skipped with joy. Tanya kept a close eye on her, doting on her every step. “You hold on tight to me, dear. Okay?"

Zoe nodded, and together the two finally made their way out of the empty entrance hall.

She couldn't rightfully recall the steps they took. Zoe remembered feeling like she'd stepped into a bizarre painting – there were lots of reds, and blues, and glowing lights that lit up the air itself with a sort of crackling energy. There was a long hallway that seemed to drag on for hours, and a staircase that must have taken her to the very depths of the earth. The air fell thin, then grew thick with a smoky haze that reminded her of Autumn's morning fogs.

With every breath, Zoe found that she had regained more control of her body, and when they finally made it to the bottommost step, she could finally stand on her own two feet without Tanya's help.

“Breathe," commanded Tanya, and Zoe took a deep breath. She tasted the air on the tip of her tongue and the back of her throat, so thick it was that Zoe felt as if she could have bit down on the atmosphere. There were all kinds of smells – the burning of tobacco, the bitter bite of mint, the acrid sweetness of blueberries, and the savoury richness of a perfectly cooked flank of steak.

Zoe glanced around herself, desperately trying to find the source of all these smells. Some of it was just the air itself, others came from her beautiful companion, and the rest came from a room just behind the large figure that had held her so tenderly. There were blurry figures through the haze – sitting and talking, walking and dancing, enjoying a smoke or savouring a drink. Some stood tall and proud, whereas others – a very few of them – held themselves with a noticeable hunch and acted more like servants than guests. Zoe could only think one thing: they were impressive.

She didn't get a better look – once Tanya stepped in front of her view, Zoe had forgotten all about them. Her only focus was her; she wanted nothing to do with anyone else for that matter.

“You're incredible," muttered Zoe, feeling a tense blush form on her cheeks at her sudden outburst. She couldn't help but stare, her mouth almost watering at the sight. It felt like the right thing to say.

Tanya laughed and tenderly patted the girl's cheek. She leaned into the touch, barely hiding a soft moan that escaped her lips. “Pay attention, dear," and then she gestured with a quick jab of her thumb to the room behind her; “That's what we call 'The Den'. It's where you'll be spending most of your time here, if everything goes well. But we won't be going there just yet."

Zoe was nudged along another solitary hallway, leaving behind the thrumming music that had excited her so. Where they went to instead was a lonely room some ways off, apart from anyone and anything that might cause an interruption. The walls gave off the appearance of being padded with red silk, and the ceiling towered high overhead. There was a wonderful sound that came from around them. that same music as she'd heard coming from The Den, though muffled as if she'd been holding her ear to a pillow.

In the center of the room there were a couple of large leather-padded chairs, and a metal tabled adorned with an assortment of curious items. Tanya was quick to enter the room and, somewhat ungracefully, began to rummage through the strange curios. Bindings of all forms: handcuffs, ropes, and leather straps counted amongst the ones that caught Zoe's eyes the quickest. Then there was a collar with a matching leash, what seemed to her like a whip, and a metal bar with clamps tying off either end.

There wouldn't have been a need to question the nature of these items. Zoe knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, what it was all for, and yet the forefront of her thoughts went to somewhere else.

It was only when they'd locked themselves into this isolated room that Zoe felt a strange movement in her gut. She took to the wall as a wave of nausea overcame her, and watched in mild concern as a sickly black liquid spilled from between her lips. Her gaze wavered momentarily, but feeling no fear or pain, Zoe couldn't find it in herself to voice her concerns. Then she looked to Tanya, who was busy too busy inspecting the leather straps to take notice of her, and found that her calm demeanor soothed her nerves.

She spat out the substance, gagging at its strong metallic taste, and wiped off the excess from her lips with the back of her hand. It shined and shimmered, seemingly iridescent under the feint blue lights that cut through the haze.

“Tanya?" Zoe called out, her voice breaking as she retched and gagged up another mouthful of the stuff. The woman she called out to spared a contemplative glance over her shoulder. Zoe held out her hand in the air to show her what had happened, and searched in her violet eyes any form of answer.

Tanya replied with a usual smirk and a nod of her head. Finding nothing worth worrying about, she turned her attention back to her work.

With a defeated sigh, Zoe slumped back on the wall and turned her head upward. It was all she could do to fight off the awful sense of vertigo that threatened to overcome her. Nothing worked well. Staring up at the ceiling made it look like it was expending and contracting with every beat of her heart, and closing her eyes threw off her sense of balance to the point that she almost toppled from where she stood on more than one occasion.

Again she tasted metal on her tongue, and again she spat out another glob of that black bile. It held a thick though runny viscosity – Zoe could feel it dredging up from deep within her core, finding it impossible to ignore how it felt as it traveled up along her throat, before pooling on the pit of her mouth. She finally double over, and with a soft groan piped up her complaints once more.

“S-Something's wrong…" she said, her voice barely a whisper, but Tanya was upon her on a moment's notice. There in her eyes Zoe saw something she'd never seen before – worry. She would have panicked, had whatever she'd taken not dulled her senses so. All she could really focus on was that music, and the taste of metal, and all those wonderful smells she'd never noticed before. Zoe wiped away more of the substance from her lips, struggling to take a proper breath of air. “I don't think I… There's something – I don't…"

“It's normal," lied Tanya, her eyes set on the girl who struggled to fight the pain that had settled in her gut. She heaved a sigh, trying her best to hide some of the disappointment she inherently felt. At least she was aware enough to turn away when she knew her façade wasn't doing a good enough job – the girl hardly needed anything more to worry over. “How do you feel, Zoe?"

Was there any words to describe the ungodly sensation? She stammered as a heavy weight fell on her tongue. Again she spat out more of the substance, and stared in mindless awe and worry at the long strand of the black goo that slicked its way out of an almost endless pool at the back of her throat.

Through short and painful breaths, which came quicker between each as the seconds ticked by, Zoe finally managed to stammer out some of her thoughts. “Like… needles tearing apart my insides." She pressed a hand to her stomach, fresh tears welling up at the corners of her eyes. “It hurts bad. I… t-this isn't normal. It can't be." And she looked up at Tanya, who coldly looked at her as she spat out more of the black liquid. “What's happening?"

“Just a few changes," explained Tanya as she pressed her hand against the side of Zoe's cheek. The girl was burning up and freezing cold at the same time. She looked into her eyes and saw little flecks of gold and silver sailing through her iris – the changes were starting, faster than she had figured, and far more violently than she had expected. Unfortunately for her, they'd slow down soon enough. “You need to relax, dear. Don't struggle."

“It hurts…" whimpered Zoe as she perched herself back up against the wall. She couldn't even find comfort in Tanya's touch as it caused her skin to flare up with that insufferable pinprick sensation, like the woman's fingers were coated in needle-thin barbs. “I can't… I…" With one final gasp, Zoe's voice fell to a quiet whisper, and then her words ceased entirely.

Zoe pushed herself away when Tanya took a step to her, finding instead a dark corner of the room where she felt the cold embrace of solitude. She doubled over as another gut-wrenching jab struck her, hard enough to knock the breath from her lungs and leave her scrambling for air that was no longer there. Now on her hands and knees, Zoe coughed out a splatter of the black bile, whose metallic taste and strong smell were all that she could make out any longer.

That pain… she felt it in her gut, in her head, along her arms and legs and on her hands and feet. Her thoughts were plagued with a feverish desire to be rid of it all – her skin and muscle and bone underneath. She didn't question the thoughts, and would have acted on them had it not been for a strong force that pinned her to the ground by her back and her neck.

“Hold still!" commanded Tanya, and Zoe snarled in return. The ichor that now flowed freely through her body, spattering over her chin and across the floor. The girl wasn't strong enough to pull away, and as hard as she tried, she could not wrench her head free from the hold Tanya had so easily placed her in. “Stop struggling!"

Zoe screamed her agitation. She wanted out of it, all these constraints that were holding her back. The person on her back that held her down, and the clothes that clung to her body, and the skin that had covered her since the day she was born – she wanted it all gone! And so in a mad fit of desperation, Zoe struggled to reach for and gnaw at her shoulder, either unaware or uncaring of the damage she could do with her teeth. Then she snarled and turned her eye upward at the strange figure that now held her down, who had such a familiar scent it couldn't have been anyone other than Tanya. It was a warning, as weak and pathetic as it was coming out of a small girl like her.

“It's for your own safety!" yelled Tanya as she pressed the girl's face further into the floor. Unfortunately for Zoe, the changes weren't coming in as rapidly as they should have. It only fueled the desire that Zoe couldn't quite understand to tear into herself and get things over with, but it would only end up doing more harm than good. Tanya successfully managed to lock both arms behind the girl's back, binding them with an iron-like grip as she pressed the weight of her body down on her.

Even then, Zoe did her best to struggle. One good bite, or a solid tear of her nails against her own flesh, was all that she needed. Just something – anything – to distract her from the bubbling pulsing sensation under her skin. She wanted something sweet and tender and raw to chew on so that she could quench that unnatural thirst she'd never knew she could have.

She wanted so much. Zoe heaved a desperate whine, her tears now freely flowing over her cheeks, as her jaw tightened and ached like the bones on her arms. She wanted it to be over with already, whatever it was that was happening to her.

It was but a brief glimpse at the quickly-draining humanity. Just enough for Tanya to feel her own heart ache at the sight. This wasn't what they'd intended, but these things did happen. The woman leaned down and whispered something low and sweet into Zoe's ear, earning another pained whimper. The sickening crack of bone accompanied the soft words.

“Easy now, dear." She held tight to Zoe's arms, even as their disfigured shapes trembled under her body. It was the best she could do to ease the girl's mind, which had been so thoroughly overworked with an overabundance of sensations that Zoe could barely even register the pain of her breaking bones above everything else that was happening to her. “Focus on my voice. You're almost out of it."

More lies. Tanya pressed her lips to the side of the girl's ear and continued to feed the lies straight into her head. Promises that everything was going just as they'd wanted it, and that she was doing a perfect job; that the pain would soon subside, and thus she'd become something greater than what she had ever hoped to be.

The last one even gave Tanya a little pause. Out of all her thinly-veiled lies, that one rang true the most.

Ten minutes passed. Ten agonizing minutes for her to settle into her new body. Her cries turned into abrasive howls better fit for a wolf, if it could even be called that. Tanya had long since given up on trying to talk to her, knowing well enough that anything human left in the girl was long gone, replaced rather with the primal instincts of an animal that just wanted to survive.

What lay pinned under her body was a strange creature midway through her conversion, half woman and half beast. Her elongated limbs didn't match the proportions of her torso, and her head seemed larger than it should have. A short snout-like protrusion pulled from her face, and small triangular nubs that vaguely resembled a wolf's ears had formed atop her skull. A black coat of fur had already began to push through the pores on her skin, like a million tiny needles, but the process was so slow that for a long while it left Zoe looking like she was covered in a thin coating of fuzz.

All the fight had been drained out of the poor girl, leaving only a writhing mass that only vaguely resembled either human or wolf.

There wasn't any pain, but there was no pleasure either. She couldn't feel anything anymore. The world around her was vaguely familiar, but what really caught her attention was a strange creature that loomed over her head. She couldn't make sense of any of it, but she didn't try either.

Then something clicked, a quick thought that she barely registered. She could move. Even if she couldn't feel anything, at least she could move.

“What a shame," spoke Tanya in a rough voice as she took a step away from the creature. The worst of the transformation had passed, and at last, Zoe finally resembled something closer to what she should have been. Her short black fur contrasted nicely with the wide silvery eyes. But she didn't quite look like Tanya, whose own body seemed better built to stand on two legs, and lacked the savage-like flair that Zoe exuded. “I really had high hopes for you, Zoe."

The creature – Zoe – turned to look at her at the sound of her own name. She didn't move, partly afraid of the looming wolf-like creature that towered over her, and partly because of the overwhelming sensations that still bombarded all her senses. She struggled to make anything out of the smells and the sounds. Then – a snap of a finger, and her eyes were drawn back to Tanya. She knew it was her, even with her changed form, because of her comforting smell.

Zoe wanted to curl up on her lap, and make her happy. Every instinct in her told her to obey.

“Can you understand me?"

Zoe nodded, her large canine ears twitching in response to her every word. She hunched herself over then squatted down to a low stance, finding the position to put much less of a strain on her body than standing upright did. It caused the fur that ran along her spine to flare up, like the quills of a porcupine.

“Can you talk?" Tanya got low until they were eye-level with one another. It wasn't especially difficult to keep Zoe's attention, but her eyes kept drifting to other places. She looked at the world as if she'd just been born – on second thought, that wasn't so far from the truth. Tanya stretched out her hand, whose long fingers were tipped with ivory claws, and offered it to the feral-looking wolf. “Shake."

The more savage of the two looked back to Tanya. Her eyes went down to the outstretched hand and then back up to that unfamiliar lupine face. Tanya once again repeated the command, and so she carefully raised one paw and placed it gently atop that hand. Even there one could make out discernable differences, with Tanya having more human-like hands while Zoe's own more closely resembled the paws of a wild animal.

“Good girl." She got closer and teased the wolf's fur with a stroke of her hand. It was coarse and irritating to the touch, but it comforted the girl enough that Tanya did it again. “See? I wasn't going to leave you. I don't lie, Zoe."

Zoe responded with a light whimper.

“You're in safe hands, dear. I know things turned out a little…" her voice trailed off. To say that things were different would be an understatement. She couldn't recall the last time a shift had gone so horribly wrong – it hadn't happened in years. “… well, suffice to say, we won't be going into The Den tonight. I hope that's okay with you."

Not that Zoe had any choice in the matter, at least not in her current state. She was left to the whims and devices of the wolf that now petted her much like she would have a common house pet. Zoe didn't really understand much of what was being said to her, or perhaps she simply didn't care about it. Her attention kept being drawn to many different things, chief among them Tanya.

“We'll try again another night. These things usually fix themselves after a second try. But in the meanwhile –" Tanya teased her fingers along the fringes of the wolf's snout, and then gently bopped that large wet nose with the tip of her finger. “– I need to keep you busy for the night. Can't be taking you out there in your state. Who knows what kind of mischief you'll get up to. But that's alright, dear. I've got a few ideas that'll help us pass the time."

Her friendly smile devolved into a devious smirk. With a parting flick of her nose she stood, and found that she had gained Zoe's full attention. Her feral-like mind was focused on one specific thing, her body. Tanya savoured that wild hungry look, doing nothing more than further encouraging Zoe's simple train of thought by using her hands to draw Zoe's eyes to every little bit of her body.

Even in this form, in which she found herself more comfortable in, Tanya was still a plump and curvy creature. She knew herself well, understood the allure that there was in her wide hips, thick thighs, and the pair of bare-naked breasts that so predominantly jutted outward with a visible weight from her chest.

Tanya drew the poor creature over by presenting her with something she couldn't hope to ignore. She did a quick about turn, flashing her round ass to Zoe, and found a seat on one of those comfortable chairs. With not another moment to waste, she spread her legs wide until they'd hooked themselves over the chair's armrests, thus revealing her dark nether lips that twitched with a visible excitement.

These perverse thoughts had been plaguing her mind from the moment Zoe had stepped through the doors. There were so many things she could have been doing with her right now – the table behind herself was proof of that – but hat didn't mean tonight had to be any less boring. In fact, with every squat and careful step that Zoe took closer to her, the more she felt her own anxious excitement swell, until at last she felt the first few drops of her ivory nectar slip from between her lips.

Zoe was held back by Tanya's strong hand which pressed against the top of her head. Her single-minded desire to dive into that wolf's muff was far too tempting, and in a surprising show of strength that caught Tanya off-guard, brought herself close until her snout was pressed tight against Tanya's vulva.

That first hot breath and hard breath against her partially exposed clitoris sent a shiver up the wolf's spine and forced a gasp from her lips. It gave Tanya some pause to savour the moment, almost content with simply letting that feral-minded wolf breathe on her for the rest of the night. She sighed out, then instantly let of a shrill cry of shocked ecstasy when Zoe's massive wet tongue that so bluntly speared through her entrance and pushed deep into her tunnel, battering apart any resistance Tanya might have put up.

This was her reward, it seemed, for having addled Zoe's beastly mind with such perverse thoughts. The girl pressed herself in even harder against Tanya's groin, pushing her tongue into the innermost depths, clumsily and desperately licking up along the clenching walls.

Tanya hissed, her hands finding perch around Zoe's ears to hold the wolf in place against her groin. She rewarded the girl by incessantly thrusting her hips against the girl's snout. “I love you beasts!" she breathlessly snarled out, and the girl below her replied in earnest by curling her tongue upward and repeatedly dragging its full length back and forth against her folds.

It was more of a haze for Zoe than it was the direct and unignorable pleasure that Tanya felt. The girl focused on one thing only, making that one whose cries so eagerly drove her on feel as good as possible. That's how she derived her innermost pleasure and kicked off previously-inert instincts that she was forced to acknowledge.

She wouldn't stop until Tanya had commanded her to do so, and the words didn't seem any closer to being uttered.

Zoe dragged her tongue out in one slow and sweeping motion. The flat of tongue massaged upward, just barely teasing Tanya's swollen button, as the rest of her textured tongue massaged between her lips while simultaneously dragging out of her tunnel. Tanya knew better than to think that Zoe had done it on purpose – that was far too much intelligence to befit one with such simple animal thoughts – but her mind couldn't help but go to that place, and in turn she felt a thrill in thinking that there was more to the girl than met her simple silver eyes.

“That's a good girl… Hah! To think you'd have that in you." She looked down at the wolf, who miraculously had her attention drawn away from Tanya's clenching depths. She knew she was being addressed to, and that was enough to grant the brief moment of respite. Tanya smiled, reached down with a hand, and turned Zoe's head upward until her cum-slicked fur glistened against the hazy lights of Club Beast. Her sultry smirk grew into a wide and wicked grin.

She almost dived in for another go at her pussy, and Tanya was more than willing to allow the two of them to indulge, but something struck a chord within her, and she found it prudent to halt quick. She spoke, and the wolf's singular attention was brought back to her eyes. Tanya grin hadn't faltered, though now it took a considerable darker turn.

“A warning," and she clicked her tongue and shoved the wolf's head right back against her clenching pussy. That wonderful tongue dove deep into her core again, and she sighed with pleasured relief; “I'm tempted to not try to fix this mistake. Nobody would know any better."

It didn't register in Zoe's thoughts. The only thing she worried about – the only thing that currently brought her any happiness – was tending to the wolfess who so eagerly cried out for the joys of her servicing.

“No," she heard, and spared a quick glance to the cloudy eyes that leered so intensely at her, “you're good the way you are." Words of praise in her eyes, and so she dove her tongue as deep as she could and lapped at her walls and swallowed any of the excited secretions that Tanya had to offer her.

Though her words had become as hazy as the air around them, Zoe still focused on that body ahead of her. And when even the world seemed to darken around her, at least she could still follow that sweet, acrid, and musky scent that had so thoroughly enticed her senses.

It was perfect, she thought to herself, and that single word rang over and over in her head.

Perfect.

Perfect.

And with one final gasp she awoke, her eyes wide, her throat dry, and lips stained with crackling saliva, on a sweat-stained mattress in a hot and empty room.

“Perfect…" Zoe savoured the words through panting breaths as she looked down at her own two human hands while desperately grasping at any details of the dream. Bits and pieces came through; the strange emotions that both excited and terrified her. Yet even these quickly faded, and Zoe was left with nothing, nothing but that word that had roused her from her sleep.

Zoe threw herself out of bed, never mind the fact she was stark naked, and threw open the blinds of her small and messy studio apartment. The strong light of a midday sun shined in, yet even that didn't stop her from looking down at the busy streets three floors below. With her body practically hanging out the window, Zoe closed her eyes and took a deep breath, and found that, sure enough, she wasn't still in a dream.

“It can't have been…" She quickly closed the blinds, once again throwing her disarrayed studio into darkness, and looked down at herself. “Just a dream? Just a dream…" But what did she dream of? And why did it bother her so much?

And then her eyes fell on something strange, something she didn't outright recognize.

On her bedside table were three small objects. One was a little black container, about half the size of the palm of her hand. The second of the three was a thin leather band – a choker, she recognized – with a small medallion whose outside face was etched with a howling wolf and the inside of which had her name carved out in full. The third of these, strange enough, was a letter handwritten in beautiful penmanship and addressed to her name. It had a wonderfully perfumed scent.

She took the letter on hand whispered to herself the contents of the brief message.

“A gift, from us to you. Welcome to the club, dear."

She set the letter back down where she found it and finally took hold of the black box. It was padded all around, black and red and silver in colour. It was the kind of container that one would hold a valuable ring in, but its contents were anything but jewelry.

In it she found a single pill, black on one side and white on the other. Zoe grinned, though she didn't know why, and gently held it up to the feint light that still managed to come through the closed blinds. Then she set it in its little box, closed the container, and set it back where she'd found it.

Her next few hours were spent sitting out at the edge of her window, watching the world go by below her, as her thoughts inexorably drifted back to Club Beast.