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It was the worst storm the small community had seen, the sky angry and dark far before the first snow it threatened started to fall. It was weather that no person would ever want to get caught in, yet as the young man made his way outside of town clutching his cloak against his body, he found that to be the case. The situation wasn't of his own volition, though, and even as he turned back, he could see a small crowd of people watching him go. None of them would stop him from going out to face his eventual fate, not since they were the ones who put him there in the first place.

It all started with a note he had written to himself in his diary a few months ago. All his life, it felt like he had struggled with his identity, feeling like he didn't fit in not only with the others in his village but also in his skin. At first, he thought it was just that he was awkward around others, but as he grew up and became an adult, the feelings didn't improve. It was like he felt like a completely different person when he was alone, like there was someone else inside of him that he desperately wanted to let out. Despite his strong feelings for it, he never told anyone else about this other side of him for fear of how they would react...

...mainly because this other side of him was a woman.

He knew a long time ago, though, that such thoughts were forbidden, remembering when his village had found out that a traveling salesman and his male helper turned out to be lovers; they nearly burned his cart to the ground and chased him out of the town. What made things worse was that his family had been the ones to light the torches, and if they knew the thoughts that swirled around in his head, they would have possibly lit him on fire as well. But as time went on, the feelings grew deeper inside of him, and when it came time for him to start taking an interest in the other sex, he did, but not for the reasons that they had wanted.

That was what had gotten him caught; the first time his parents had finally attempted to try and push him into a relationship with the miller's daughter since they were the same age, he found himself breaking down in her arms. She did not chastise him for what he had confessed and gave him more insight into her form, which he was highly thankful for, but only highlighted how much his appearance starkly contrasted even more with her curves. After a few visits where she would be with him, the two pretended to have a severe argument in the town square so that she could go with someone who would love her as well as take some of the pressure off him. A few days later he decided to write her a note telling how much it meant to him that she did that and left it with a package she knew would go to her, except that it happened to fall into the hands of her father who quickly handed it over to his family.

In hindsight, it had been a stupid choice; his family could decipher it quickly even though he hadn't signed it and only made vague references. The next thing he knew, he heard his door get kicked open, and the villagers dragged through his home before being tossed out into the street, the black clouds overhead reflecting the mood of the crowd that had gathered. Because his family was influential, they didn't kill him on the spot, but they banished him from the town after they tossed him a tattered cloak and a half-full bag of rations. It may as well have been a death sentence; the man thought to himself as he climbed up the hill and away from the town while the snow fell more heavily with every passing second.

There was at least one tiny bit of revenge; he thought to himself as he pressed his hand against his chest. Beneath the tunic was a relic called the Wolf Queen's Amulet, a brilliant blue gem his family protected since they all had men in their family after his mother passed away from illness nearly two decades prior. They had it because it was said the essence of the wolf queen would seek out a woman to possess and transform into her, and he had it because it somehow made him feel a bit more feminine when he wore it. Even though it was just a superstition held by his village he thought of himself as a woman while wearing it, and he had come up with a name for himself as a girl, calling himself Azura. Now, as he walked out of the village and into the swirling grey unknown, he could at least imagine them pulling their hair in frustration, trying to find something that would be on his corpse that was as far away from them as possible.

But as the cold seeped into his body, he found that the elements may not be what he succumbed to in the first place, as dark figures darted in and out of the shadows that grew around him. Wolves... he had grown up hearing their howls but thought that perhaps he wouldn't meet any while on his death march with the blizzard bearing down on them. It appeared that wouldn't be the case, and the longer he walked, the more they stalked him. Though it was hard to tell with the swirling snow, it was clear that the one he had seen earlier turned to two, then four, and soon, it became hard to count.

Mauled to death by wolves, he thought to himself with the faintest hint of a smirk as he found a tree to give him a brief respite from the whipping winds. At this point, he almost preferred their company to the ones he had left, though as the stranded man ate the little food they had given him to alleviate their consciousnesses of sending him to his death, he wouldn't mind the warmth of the house. Though he could no longer see the town, he imagined it just outside the blizzard, laughing and mocking the boy who wished to be a girl. The anger was enough to keep him moving, but it wasn't long before he was trudging through the snow that went up to his boots before he finally fell to his knees.

They had given him nothing to start a fire, and with how quickly they had ejected him from his homestead, he had nothing on him to prolong his survival out in the elements. He heard a growl; his shivering body looked up and saw the face of a black wolf standing before him, his teeth bared, as he approached from the shadows that he and his friends had been behind this entire time. "If you're going to kill me, then go ahead," the man said with a grimace as he... no, she decided to shake off the identity that plagued her for her whole life in her final minutes. "But before you do, I want someone to know, even if it is just to a wolf about to devour me, that my name is Azura... and that I am a woman."

With her final declaration given, Azura waited for the wolf to make the fatal lunge and finally end her life, hoping it was enough to make her content in the next one. To her surprise, however, she eventually felt a tongue that licked her face, causing her to look up and see that the wolf was giving her a knowing look. Was this someone's trained wolf that had somehow found her? She knew of no such thing, but as she watched the creature back away, she began to see that his body was growing bigger. Her eyes widened as the forepaws lengthened into fingers, and the creature sat down while his knees popped into a different configuration that this was no wolf... this was a werewolf.

A faint blue glow came from within as the creature transformed before her. Pulling back the cloak and looking in her tunic, she saw the amulet glowing faintly and growing warm against her skin. The wolf queen... was that why these wolves, or werewolves, followed her? But that was impossible; even if the legend were true, it would only transform... women...

A soft gasp escaped from Azura's lips as she saw her chest began to expand, growing more prominent the more she looked at it. While she had never tried to embrace her former masculinity, life in a small village meant a lot of work, especially for those that they considered men. Still, the diminutive pectorals that she had developed were disappearing as her nipples pushed out and began to rub against her tunic. It was terrific, they were the only ones she had seen aside from the miller's daughter who had shown hers on request; but these were on her body, and though they were bumps of flesh at this point, she felt her rough hands press against them and cause her to feel so right. Part of her wanted to see them growing, but with the blizzard growing more substantial, there was no way she could do so, not wanting to freeze right when she was finally starting to get what she wanted.

That was when she remembered that the werewolf was there; as she heard another soft growl, she saw that the wolf that stood before her was now a tall werewolf man with a muscular body covered with a layer of black fur and a still distinctly lupine head. However, it was much more expressive as others suddenly emerged from the shadows. As Azura suddenly was surrounded by the relatively large and somewhat intimidating creatures, they all formed a circle and bowed to her on one knee. Then, they closed in and turned their backs, save for the original werewolf, who watched her intently. Though the blizzard continued to rage around them, their bodies radiated with a warmth that caused the snow she had been kneeling in to melt as the one in front of her raised his paw.

"Go on," the werewolf said, his voice as deep and rough as she imagined but with a tenderness. "You know what the amulet does now. Embrace the true self you confessed to me... Azura."

Though it surprised her slightly to hear the creature speak, the fact that it did so with such acceptance almost made her want to hug him. However, at the moment, she decided to do what the werewolf wished and allowed herself to strip down. Though there was still a chill in the air, the fact that large creatures could block most of it allowed her to pull off her tunic and dispose of the ratty cloak. It was one of her village's last ties, and she cast it into the air to allow the wind to whip it away before she looked down at herself. As she saw her breasts starting to expand more, she noticed that something was happening underneath while her new cleavage was pushing up the jewel, pulling it aside to reveal soft, light blue fur that had started to sprout over the area. It was the essence of the wolf queen that was doing this, Azura thought to herself as she watched it begin to spread outwards, and if giving up her humanity to finally feel like who she was supposed to be, then it was worth it.

When her hands went down to feel the fur that had sprouted on her stomach, she was surprised to see that her fingers had swollen, though when she brought them up to her face to investigate, she found that the tips had turned a bright pink and that her fingernails were black. When she glanced over at her other hand, which the werewolf held tight, she found that the lupine creature was sporting a similar hand, though the other creature's fur and paw pads were black. As she continued to feel the touch of the man, she slowly guided his hand closer, leaning back a bit and feeling the brush of a furry tail against her half-naked body as she allowed him to caress it. A soft gasp escaped from her lips as she felt him rub a finger over her growing nipple, replacing the one she had as a man while they became covered in fur and continued to swell until they had become sizable breasts, much like the ones she had seen before on a real woman.

As the fur spread on her body, Azura could see it shift in hue and noticed that while she was gaining a bit of curves, there was still the muscle on her body that also seemed to grow. As she looked back to the physiques of the werewolves that surrounded her, it made sense to her that the form of one would be muscular, even for a woman. It didn't bother her nearly as much, though, perhaps because she still felt like she was growing more feminine as the fur covered her body, or maybe because it contrasted with the male werewolf that had stopped rubbing her breasts and had caressed down her arm as it grew to match her slightly swollen looking hands. Either way, she relished the changes as the hair the village had made her keep short began to lengthen along the sides of her face, and she could feel her teeth starting to elongate while in her mouth.

Azura found herself moaning once more and felt a growing pressure in her boots, which only made her realize that she was still wearing them before she kicked them away. By the time she had gotten to the second one, she could already see claws pushing through the leather, and as she revealed them, her pinky toe had started to merge with the one next to it, and they all grew more prominent and thicker. Just like with her fingers, the bottoms had become bright pink pads while blue fur was already spreading over them, and as she tossed the useless footwear to the side, her feet kicked up slightly, and the heels began to stretch. She was looking less human by the second, Azura thought to herself as a fanged grin crawled across her face, and when she started to feel something happening further up her legs, she merely took her growing finger claws and ripped the thin cloth aside.

Almost immediately, as soon as she saw her maleness sitting there, she felt her lips curl up into a snarl, though it was harder for her to do as they had started to become puffy. It was the one thing that had dictated her entire life; as soon as her family and the villagers had seen that organ dangling between her legs, they had marked her as a man for the rest of her life. Well, not anymore, she thought as her free hand went up, clutched the amulet around her neck, and wished to pull every last drop of essence of the wolf queen into her body. Even if it meant being possessed by another, it was worth it to see that thing go away, and as her legs began to quiver, she watched as her wish came true.

She had never been the most well-endowed man in the village, a fact that her brothers and their friends had teased her many times, but as she felt her breath growing quicker, it was even smaller than before. It started to shrink before her eyes, and as the howling winds of the blizzard carried her moans, they seemed to grow stronger as her changes progressed; it quickly became little more than just a nub framed by light blue fur that had started to grow out. She wanted to feel it disappear, and as her clawed hands went down between her legs, her hips nearly thrust upwards as it felt like her body was pulling something into her. As the darker fur of her thighs quivered from the growing strength there, she could feel the last of her masculinity disappear up into her, replacing it with nothing more than a set of wet folds on her otherwise smooth skin.

It's... it's gone... she's a woman, Azura thought to herself as she continued to stare at her feminine sex. It was one of the most beautiful things she had ever seen, and the fur that covered the area made it more appealing. However, one thing she hadn't done yet was see how she felt on the inside. She spread her transforming feet out a bit, the paws pushing into the backs of those sheltering her from the winds as her toes popped and shifted to their new configuration. At the same time, the claws sank into their fur, and as she pressed her fingers against it, she found herself shuddering wildly. It was like she was back in the blizzard with how much she shivered, and as the new woman brought her hands to her face, she could feel that her jaws had started to push out slightly, and her nose was merging with the upper one.

"Let me help," the black-furred werewolf said as he licked her ear, which she felt push up and grow furry to frame the rest of her increasingly lupine face before he lowered himself. "With your permission, of course." Azura swallowed hard and quickly found herself nodding, her fingers pulling back and sliding through the growing mane of different-hued blue fur while the other werewolf got between her legs. With the fur covering up the last of her human flesh and the new toned physique underneath it, she felt every single new muscle tense as she felt his hot breath against her new pussy.

The first lick she got down there caused her back to spasm, and she slammed backward into the werewolf behind her. However, as she turned to see if the lycanthrope was alright, the entire circle of creatures just chuckled. At that moment, her mind seemed to catch up with her situation, and she realized that she was using the power of a magical amulet to turn herself into a blue-furred werewolf woman in the middle of a blizzard. At the same time, one of them helped explore her new body, and the rest of the pack shielded her from the storm. It was not what she expected when she had to leave her village, but it was one of the best outcomes she could think of as the werewolf started to lick her once more.

With the initial shock being over, Azura found herself letting out a soft growl of pure pleasure as she got used to the sensations, though occasionally, he would do something like lick her new clit and cause shivers to go up and down her spine. As the wily appendage began to push into her pussy she found herself leaning forward, pressing her thighs against his head and groaning as her back felt like it was getting pulled out from the bottom. Her breathing turned to pants, and she found herself pushing the werewolf muzzle more into her as she realized that it was her tail, laughing between swallowing lungfuls of air as the new appendage joined the others in the circle except for it being a bright blue to the greys, tans, and white that surrounded her. For a second she thought she might be smothering the other man once it had fully grown out, she quickly let go and just felt him push deeper inside.

Her eyes widened as she felt the tongue slide against her insides, feeling something in there for the first time and causing her entire body to shiver from it. She found herself unable to think, her mind only running on instinct as her clawed hands went up and down her body. When she got to her boobs, she began to gently caress them as though to confirm they were still there while also giving her even more of those blissful sensations she was feeling down there. Before this point, she had never even touched herself down there, but as that tongue and muzzle continued to press against her pussy she couldn't even imagine getting pleasure any other way.

Eventually, the werewolf stopped and pulled himself away from between her legs. The others spread out slightly, allowing more room for the two since they no longer needed to protect a human from the elements. "So am I, am I the wolf queen now?" Azura asked, gasping. The first time she spoke, she found her voice more feminine despite having a tone similar to the werewolf hovering over her.

"If you would like to be," the werewolf replied with a chuckle, once more the rest of the pack doing the same before his face fell slightly. "While that amulet did contain the essence of a female werewolf, it was not anyone in particular, except that it was the last."

"The last... female werewolf..." Azura said as she put her clawed hand against her chest. "What happened?"

"The village that you got that amulet from decided that, as monsters, we did not deserve to exist," the werewolf said; this time she heard a snarl come from him and growls from the circle surrounding them. "So they had decided to target our kind and, using a special poison, managed to kill off the females of our packs, to the point where there are only males of our kind left... until this moment. At first, we couldn't believe it when we first felt the presence of a female werewolf, and yet here you are."

Azura found her mouth open in shock at what she heard; her fingers pressed against her new muzzle, which had finished stretching out without her even noticing as the last of her humanity disappeared. "I can't believe it," Azura said as she put her hands against his head. "My village had no right to condemn your kind like that."

To her surprise, the werewolf shook his head several times and then looked back into her piercing green eyes. "You are not a part of their village," the werewolf said as she brought a hand down her body, sliding along the soft fur of her Lycan frame. "You never were; you were always a female werewolf separated from your pack. Now fate has brought you back to us, and you will never have to live a lie ever again and be the woman you always wanted."

Even though some snowflakes had landed on their fur during this time, the water that Azura felt dripping from her eyes was genuine, and she reached up and hugged the other man. It had become evident that all the pack that surrounded them was men, and she couldn't believe that those in the village would make sure that they all died out... although as she remembered her situation, it started to become more feasible. It didn't matter to her anymore; whether she was a human or a werewolf, she was finally a woman, and that was all she ever wanted. As the snow picked up and the winds either carried or buried her clothing, she leaned up and kissed the other werewolf, and as the two continued to embrace, she felt something else nudging up against her folds that took her by surprise.

As the clawed hands of the other werewolf slid down her back and pressed near her tail, she could feel his throbbing member start to nudge up against her opening, and she was more than ready to embrace her femininity as she arched back and let her breasts rub against his masculine chest. To be in the arms of a man prepared to take her made her almost dizzy as he began to spread her open, causing her to huff and snarl as she gripped her own hands into the fur of his back. The feeling of their bodies entwined was exquisite, and the sensation of his muscles pressing against hers while he slid into her made her quiver. These changes were what she wanted, and as the werewolf tried to be gentle with this being her first time, Azura could only focus on the twitching shaft that was steadily finding its way deeper into her sex.

It felt like her body was on fire, and as she let the werewolf start to push in and out of her, she could feel the hands of the other werewolves stroking her furry form. It had been the first time that the pack had seen another female werewolf, and though she wasn't a wolf queen, it felt a bit like she was one, especially when they ran their hands down her mane of thick blue fur around her head and slid against her tail. She felt her back get lowered to the floor while the black-furred werewolf started to thrust more earnestly between her legs, and as she did, she could look up to see her breasts bouncing slightly from every stroke until she put her hands up against them. With her feet up in the air and her hands against her chest, she let the male werewolf ride her. As he pounded deeper and harder into her pussy she suddenly let out a snarl as she was stretched even wider by something popping into her, and it rocked her new body with her first female orgasm.

The werewolf wasn't far behind, and feeling her inner walls press down on him was enough to fill her with his seed; as the male dug his claws into the ground, she found herself doing the same from the overwhelming force of their climax. As they lay there together, the rest of the pack started to snicker, and at first, Azura wondered why that was, only to let out a yelp when the guy tried to pull out and found that he had knotted her. The Lycan lovers just looked at one another before they laughed; their voices carried on the snow-filled winds until the cold expedited the softening of the male werewolf, and they could pull apart. Once they did, the others warned that there was still a blizzard coming and they needed to hunker down; as the pack turned to wolves, they were joined by one with blue fur, and they all ran deeper into the woods.

It snowed for nearly two days, burying the village in several feet of snow before it finally relented enough for them to try and dig themselves out. The villagers worked long into the night, and during that time, there was no mention of the man they had expelled from their presence before, as though he had never existed. That next night, as one of the families that harbored the unfortunate boy had finally gotten enough snow to get out from the front porch, he looked up and saw something that caused him to gasp. Standing on the hill above them in the moonlight was a blue-furred werewolf, a gold ring around the base of her tail and wrist as she looked down at him as though in judgment.

As he continued to stare up at the creature, there was a sudden shout from inside the house; serendipitously, there was a scream from the father about the missing amulet. The young man turned back towards the house and up at the werewolf, who tossed something down to him that fell into the snow a few feet before him. Azura watched in amusement as he dug into the drift frantically for minutes before he found it, pulling it out and giving one last fearful look to the creature that stood there in all her glory before running back in. The magic was already gone from it, the essence given to one who truly deserved it, and since there was no need to stick around the village that now hated her for two reasons, the pack was moving on and leaving this place behind.

Once Azura had returned the amulet she had stolen from the village, she turned her back and got down on all fours, her limbs popping and her body growing until she was a wolf once more. There was nothing left for her at that place, and there never had been. The blizzard had wiped away all traces of her former existence... and she wouldn't have it any other way.