A man and a woman walked through the forest, with the woman using a short sword to cut through the vines and shrubbery in the way. While the woman wore khaki shorts and shirt, with a hat and a large backpack behind her, the man wore a black business suit with his hands behind his back.



"Are we almost there? I swear I heard the buzz of a mosquito." The man said in an annoyed voice. His face, cleanly shaven, his age was roughly in the late 30s. While he wasn't fat, he wasn't quite muscular either. His body was average, at best.



The woman paused at a bush with a grimace. "It's just on the other side of this bush, but we have to take the long way around, this is poison ivy."



"I swear, all of this overgrowth. Construction did not begin that long ago, how the fuck is there so much...ugh...GREEN everywhere?!" the man groaned, though he followed the woman to evade the poison ivy.



The woman didn't respond to the man, she merely lead him to the construction site up ahead. While the site was positioned lower than they were, the various construction vehicles looked as if they had been abandoned for quite some time. Much of the vehicles had rust on them, while green grass surrounded all of the vehicles. Vines choked the machinery, and while there was a single square shaped entrance underground, it looked as if there had been no signs of human activity around the site for quite some time.



"What the hell is this?!" The man quickly stormed down into the small pit where the various construction machinery was located. "This place looks like they haven't done any work in YEARS!" He grimaced at the sight of the abandoned site. "This is one of the days they should even be working. What the fuck is happening Cassandra?!"



Cassandra, the woman that had walked with the man, shook her head. "I...I don't know Mister Adams." Her eyes carefully scanned the scenery of the site that looked as if it had indeed been abandoned for such a long time. "The construction only began two months ago, it should not have gotten this bad within that time frame." Her eyes paused briefly when she noticed a tree. The tree trunk measured at least seven feet tall, and while the trunk itself had little different about it, there looked to be an eerie looking human-like face positioned just slightly higher than her own.



The man rolled his eyes, and kicked the very same tree that Cassandra had been staring at. "Damn nature always wrecking things. I own this plot of land, and I'm getting my mining done." The man turned to Cassandra. "Call the construction company and tell them that their team fucking abandoned the project, and we need another crew out here within the week."



Just then, a woman stepped into the mining site from a clearing. She had long flowing green hair, so long it stretched down to her legs. She had pointed ears, and not a single piece of clothing. Despite a lack of clothing, she looked very clean, even her bare feet on the soft grass was flawless. "You are done bringing your machinery in this beautiful forest." She spoke with a soothing voice, though the way she said it, it was clear that she was irritated.



The man wasted no time to notice the naked woman. Compared to the scenery around them, she stuck out like a sore thumb. "Is this why they fled? A naked angry woman?" With one hand carrying a suitcase, he slammed it with the palm of his other empty hand. "Listen woman, I own the land here, and I've got the papers to prove it. I don't know where you came from, but I'm giving you to the count of ten to go BACK there, before you suddenly find yourself covered in lawsuits."



Cassandra was hesitant to agree with the man. "John, sir, perhaps its best if we listen to what she has to say..."



"I don't listen to fucking hippies." John, the man shot back with an angry glare to Cassandra. "You're very valuable to the company Cassandra, but you must be assertive in life if you hope to get places!" he turned back to the naked woman. "What are you still doing here?"



The woman grimaced at the pair. "It is my job to protect this forest. The men here wanted to destroy this forest, so now they are its inhabitants. You will join them unless you leave now, and never return."



John raised a brow briefly at the woman, before he suddenly laughed. "Hippies, am I right? She's on some kind of drugs, I swear. What drug are you on that makes you think you're some kind of...what is it, druid?"



"I think it is dryad, sir." Cassandra commented quietly. "And I do believe we should take their advice to leave, she looks serious."



"Humans never believe me..." The naked woman walked up to the same tree with a face on it. "This man refused to leave, now he'll be providing more leafs." She stroked a single finger down the trunk of the man, and a trail of yellow flowers blossomed where her finger traced down.



"I'm calling two things; bull, and shit." John replied firmly. He whipped out his cell phone, and began to dial. Unfortunately, a lack of reception made it impossible to call anyone. "Cassandra, use your phone to dial the police. Tell them there's a naked high hippy disturbing the peace. That normally gets them to investigate."



Cassandra took out her own phone, but she lacked reception just as much as he did. "I can't sir..." she meekly replied. She knew this could only mean one thing.



John quickly snatched the cell phone from Cassandra's hand with an angry glare on his face. "Damn fucking women can't do shit." He dialed up the phone, and held it to his right ear.



John didn't even get time for the phone to tell him that there was no reception. A vine from the ground burst up, grabbed the phone, and flung it off into the distance. The vine lacked spikes, although it was as rough as a tree trunk. Once it flung the phone away, it quickly wrapped itself around the man's wrist. "You are a miserable human, the fact you have anyone around you is a miracle in of itself." Another tentacle rose from the ground, and grabbed the man's other wrist. "First, you must be punished. THEN you will help the forest flourish as one of its inhabitants."



Cassandra jumped back as she saw the tentacles. Her heart pounded heavily underneath her chest as she sweated. She was filled with the instinct to fight, or flight, and considering the kind of woman she was, she was ready to turn and run, but she couldn't leave her boss behind. "P-please let him go." Cassandra said, without even looking directly at the dryad. She slowly stepped backwards, inch by inch.



The dryad glanced to Cassandra with a look of disinterest. "I cannot harm women, and I can sense the kindness in your heart. I give you one chance to leave. While I cannot harm you, those who live in the forest are more than capable, should you threaten them."



John in the meantime struggled to free himself. He dropped his briefcase as he lost the feeling in his hands. He could still wiggle his finger, but it felt as if he were trapped in two blood pressure cuffs, neither of which wanted to let him go. "Release me this instant! Cassandra, do something!"



Cassandra turned to John, and then the dryad. Her heart throbbed heavily as she rapidly swapped glances between the two. The dryad, who called her kind, and told her to leave, and then her own boss, a boss who scolded her frequently, who yelled at her, who cared nothing for her...

"Fuck you, John." She suddenly said, clenching her fists. She then turned around, and ran off, back in the direction the two came from.



"What did you just...?" John was in shock at Cassandra's sudden change of emotion. He wasn't going to stand for such behavior though. "YOU'RE FIRED!" he shouted in the direction Cassandra ran off. He wasn't even sure if she heard him. He clenched his hands tightly with an angry glare in her direction, more angry at his assistant than the dryad nearby.



"She isn't going to be able to hear you dear." The naked woman, the dryad, said in a calm, soothing voice. "Nobody here but you, me, and the inhabitants of the forest."



John quickly turned his anger towards the dryad. He tried to raise his foot and kick her, but she was just out of his reach, plus the tentacles held his arms firmly in place. "Dammit woman, you are going to release me this instant!"



"You'll be released, but only AFTER your punishment." The dryad rose her hand, and another tentacle emerged from the ground behind John. The tentacle wrapped around his waist, and then in a swift motion, pulled down his pants and underwear.



"How are you pulling them up from the ground like- ACK!" John raised his legs when he felt the third green tentacle, but it was too late. He felt a pressure as his pants were pulled without unbuttoning, but sure enough with the right force, his pants pulled down, along with his white boxers to reveal his crotch underneath. He was average in terms of cock size, and his ass was only slightly larger than normal. He kept himself as fit as he could, even though he often spoiled himself eating far too much. "How much money is this going to take for you to stop?!"



"I don't do this for money. I do this for nature, and money cannot fix nature." The dryad responded as more tentacles grabbed onto John's ankles, and held his body firmly in place in an X position. "Money just pays people, you can't spend a hundred dollars to fix a tree no, you spend a hundred to make someone plant a tree. Nature does not want, nor does it need your money." 

The same tentacle that took off John's clothing suddenly slapped onto John's back. Small spikes burst out of it, not enough to pierce John's skin, but enough to pierce his clothing to rip off his shirt.

"But it does want your body." she ended with a smile.



John burst in a cold sweat. He knew the business world in and out, but he knew little about nature. "You're not going to make me fertilizer for your plants!" he shouted with a hard, but ultimately fruitless, struggle. The tentacles, just a bit thicker than his thighs, continued to hold him firmly in place, while the middle tentacle behind him placed the tip on his bare back, and gently lowered itself, tracing his spine alone the way.



"Fertilizer? Oh you would make for terrible fertilizer." The dryad shook her head with a smirk on her face. "No, you're going to protect this forest by day, and then by night you will be nothing more than a lonely woman." It was the dawn during the summer, the sun was slowly rising, but it was taking its sweet time rising. "And I'm going to give you a body to do both tasks...after the forest has its revenge on you, of course."

The tentacle down between John's legs twirled up his left leg. The tip of the slick tentacle pressed up against his asshole, and then it suddenly thrusted directly into it.



John let out a sudden yelp as his ass was penetrated. The tentacle felt warm, slick, and smooth. He could feel it drip something inside of him, which just made penetrating him easier. "Pull it out! Pull it out right now!" John's struggling intensified, although it was ultimately futile.



"You're talking far too much." The dryad rolled her eyes. Another tentacle emerged from the ground in front of John. This tentacle was thicker than the one behind him. It was quick to push right up to his lips, and when John had his mouth open while shouting, it suddenly pushed itself into his gaping maw.



John was either oblivious to the tentacle that emerged in front of him, or he didn't care about it. "Release me right no-umph!" he was cut off as the tentacle thrusted inside of him, just halfway into his mouth, right on his tongue. He tried biting down on it, but it felt like biting onto a rock hard lettuce head, complete with cold water that flowed into his mouth from it. With the tentacle stretching his lips as wide as they could already go, he was forced to swallow.



"You're lucky I don't push a tentacle down your...thing." The dryad looked between John's legs with a look of disgust. "Ugh. Animal ones are fine, not human male ones." She mumbled. The tentacles continued doing their work, thrusting back and forth in John's ass, and mouth. Both vines suddenly spurted a warm slick fluid into John, and with John's holes filled completely, he was forced to take them in.



John could taste the liquid as it went into his mouth, and he felt his asshole suddenly grow warm at the sensation of something in there, as if the tentacles had just reached a quick orgasm in his maw, and in his ass. He closed his eyes, grunted, and continued to struggle, although his struggles were weakening. He was decently in shape, but not so much that he could wiggle forever.



"Now you've obtained the forest's seed," the two tentacles continued to thrust in John's ass, and mouth. "Your body will change to become a child of the forest."



John was confused about what that meant. His heart throbbed heavily while he sweated just as hard. He felt his cock slowly grow erect, and while he couldn't look down and see it thanks to the tentacle in his mouth, he could feel the pulsing sensation between his legs. He knew he shouldn't have been aroused by this. He felt humiliated, degraded, and angry. The last thing on his mind was being turned on by all of this, yet there his cock was, gently pulsing as it came to life. 



The dryad watched with a smirk. The base of a flower rose from the ground underneath John's feet, and began to develop into a bud. The flower's petals slowly rose upwards, circling around John. As the flower circled around him, the tentacles pulled back. He would be free of the tentacles, and even the ass and mouth fuck, but the flower's petals that surrounded him would prove too strong for him to break out of.



John was thankful that he was suddenly freed of the tentacles, but now he was in a much worse situation. As the petals surrounded him, he was quick to regain his strength to try to struggle out, yet there was a growing heat within him that made fighting difficult. He tried to punch one of the many petals that surrounded him, but that heat between his legs pulsed heavily, distracting him. His body felt weak, pathetic. He fell flat on his naked ass with his cock pulsing in the air in front of him. He watched as it looked as if the shaft was growing even larger, but as it grew, he noticed his chest was pushing out into a pair of tits. "What...what's happening?!" he shouted in a panic, now able to speak once more.



"With the forest's seed inside of you, it will bloom and reveal a woman underneath. A woman whose job it is to protect this forest, and aid the plants and creatures." The dryad explained from the other side of the closed flower. Her shape was vaguely visible on the other side, although it looked like a dancing shadow to John.



The dryad's words rang loud and clear through the bud John was inside, but it was hard for him to pay attention. His cock pulsed and throbbed heavier and harder. Hints of white cum dripped out the tip as he groaned. His body felt heavy, too heavy to even struggle. He fell onto his hands and feet as he watched the body hair shed from his body as if it were nothing. He couldn't feel the hair on top of his head, but he could feel a tingling sensation from his scalp. His hair turned brunette, and it grew long behind him. Bit by bit, he was looking more like a proper she, with the exception of the pulsing throbbing rod between his legs, one that felt as if it was ready to cum, but he just couldn't make it do so on his own.



The dryad giggled with a smirk as she watched his shadow from outside the flower bud. She saw the manly shape of his torso shrink into a womanly waist with a decently sized bust, his legs slim down into smooth feminine thighs, and that hair on his head growing long and luscious, as well as unkempt, as if she had showered, but never combed. "You look so much better already." She spoke quietly, yet her words continued to be clear.



"I can't..." John started. He paused as he heard his voice raise higher, bit by bit sounding more like a woman's. From his head down to his small petite feet, he resembled a woman with the exception of one thing between his legs, one throbbing, pulsing thing, something filled to the brim with not just seed, but the testosterone that once filled his body so immensely. After only a moment longer, John let out a feminine moan, and orgasmed, the cock of his pulsed and pumped wave after wave of his seed into the bud, soaking it in his cum. As he orgasmed, his cock shrank in size. Each pulse of his seed shrank the size of his cock and balls just a bit more and more, until once he was finished, his cock and balls were gone from between his legs. The only thing left was a feminine slit, lacking of any bodily hair that he once had between his legs.



The dryad waited with a small smirk on her face as she heard the intense orgasm from inside the bud. She knew it would be the 'man's last orgasm as a male. From outside the bud, it just looked as if it were a woman having the time of their life through the veil. Once John's final male orgasm was complete, the rosebud then bloomed into a full flower to reveal the curly brunette haired woman underneath, the woman that was once John. "And now your transformation into a woman is complete."



John laid atop of the newly bloomed flower panting heavily. Her back was on the soft center of the flower. Her breast pointed up at the sky as her belly slowly raised and lowered while she recovered from her orgasm. It took her a moment, but as she slowly came to, she looked down between her legs and noticed nothing but a feminine slit, one that, when she touched briefly, made her shiver. "F-fucking...I can't." she turned to the dryad. "You really made me into a woman. I'm NEVER going to be making the most as a CEO now dammit!"



"You won't be going back to civilization anytime soon. Your new job is to defend the forest from anyone that tries to harm it. By night, you are a woman, meant to seduce men and transform them. By day, you are a beast, meant to drive all away who dare try to enter."



"You're crazy!" John put her arms on the flower and sat up. She looked down at her naked feminine body that looked so pure, and then back at the dryad. "I am NOT protecting this forest!" she was filled with anger and fear. She loathed the idea of being changed further though, and that was enough to make her run off, even while naked and barefoot.



"You cannot escape the forest, for you are now a child of it!" The dryad called out from behind as John ran off out of sight of the dryad, and the tentacles. She did not give chase, but she watched with an amused look on her face.



John heard the dryad's call, but she didn't care. She felt her bare feet brush up against the grass and tickle her toes. She felt the chill air of the dawn brush against her naked body. She felt frailer now than ever as a woman, and she was careful to avoid trees and bushes. John loathed nature. She loathed the dew of the grass getting on her feet, and the gentle brush of leaves against her bare naked body. She wasn't sure where she was running, just that she wanted to get away from the dryad. "If I keep running in one direction...I'll get out of here eventually. I can still live a fucking normal life...even if I'm a woman." She wasn't sure how she was going to manage in the outside world as her new gender, but she knew she had to get out of the forest first before she could worry about that. "Tear this whole fucking place down too."



John continued to run as fast as her new body would carry her. She wasn't sure if the dryad was following her, but she didn't dare turn around to check. She felt cold and helpless being a naked woman, though also surprised how light her feet were on the grass. She recalled how dirty and filthy the dirt was, yet her feet carried her swiftly without stepping on any lumps or bumps, or anything that was even remotely painful. Being the woman that she was, she barely got exercise. She shouldn't have been able to run as much as she has been. Even she had to mentally admit that her stamina had no doubt been increased with her new body.



"She mentioned a beast..." John muttered to herself as she slowed her pace and placed her arms over her chest. It felt incredibly odd to feel her newly grown tits. They felt like sandbags, and slightly sensitive to the touch. Touching the nipples especially felt arousing in ways John would have only felt if she had touched her now vanished cock. "By day I am to be a beast?" she looked down at her hands with a grimace. "I'm still human though, and it's damn day."



By now, John had made it to a small clearing in the forest. The forest itself was slowly coming to life. Birds were chirping, the sun shined on the many plants below, and the rustling of many animals waking up and running around could be heard. It wasn't difficult to spot deer off less than thirty feet away from John either.



John glared angrily at the deer. She was in no mood for nature. She just wanted to grab her cell phone and get out, but she had no such technology on her, she didn't even have clothing on her. She looked up towards the crystal clear sky, and sighed angrily. "Stupid bitch...both of them..." she mumbled.



"If it's a bitch you want, then a bitch you'll get." The dryad voice spoke. Her voice sounded as if it came all over the forest. "A female werewolf will be a perfect protecting this forest, with a bite that can very easily create other denizens."



John froze at the sound of the dryad. She glanced around frantically with her delicate hands covering her breast. "I'm NOT creating other...uhn..." she suddenly felt an unusual warmth from her heart. With each pulse, the warm feeling spread to the rest of her body. "What...what the fuck are you..." she fell forward, but caught herself with her hands. As she looked down at the ground, and her hands, her eyes grew wide as dark gray fur sprouted from the backs of her hands, and grew up her arms like rapidly growing moss. "What the hell?!"



"A predator body is appropriate for your mentality...but we'll have to make sure you have a vegan diet." The dryad said with a giggle. Her voice continued to echo all around John.



John shot up her head angrily to speak, but only a simple "Arrgh" came out of her lips as her mouth began to stretch and pull forward, along with her nose as a wolf muzzle formed. Fur continued to spread up to her head, down to her feet, although the brunette hair on top of her head stayed with her. She grabbed hold of her head with one closed eye, and winced at the sensation of the fur she felt. "You're making me into some...some kind of damn animal."



"An animal or a plant, you have to protect the forest somehow during the day." The dryad's voice responded plainly. "Why not use the nearby lake to get a look at yourself before you've changed? You're becoming quite beautiful."



"I'm not...going to...protect...any damn forest." John spoke through her sharpening gritted teeth. Her eyes became sharp, as did her ears, although her ears also moved to the top of her head. Her head very much looked like a wolf's own, just with a slightly shorter muzzle, and with paws instead of hands, and fur, she wasn't quite a woman or a wolf, but a mixture, one still slowly becoming more canine bit by bit.



"You will, even if you don't know it. A large beast seen in the day would stop any human from coming in and invading. If you are not a fan of a wolf though, perhaps you like horses instead?" When the Dryad mentioned it, John's canine paw feet began to fuse and blacken underneath her fur. The fur on her paws quickly shed.



"I don't care for horses OR wolves!" John spoke with a sudden angry growl, one just like a wolf's own. Her eyes leered as she looked up into the trees, and her ears tilted back. She suddenly had a strange sensation down at her legs, or rather it was a lack of sensation as her feet went numb. She looked down at her feet, and she couldn't help but stare. Her feet, once manly, then womanly, then a wolf, was changing yet again so quickly. This time they were becoming oval in shape, and very black, pitch black. Curiously, she kicked it against a tree, and she heard a 'knock' that sounded as if she were wearing clogs. "Horse hooves? Fucking..." she was angry, and she was afraid. The dryad was changing her so easily and swiftly, she didn't even need to be near John to change her body.



"Those hooves will be perfect for aiding you in your running on most any form of ground." The dryad spoke. "But, there's more to you, isn’t there? You have the tongue of a lying snake after all."



John had a strong sense where that was leading to. She winced as she heard the cracking noises from her hooves as they formed fully where her feet otherwise should have been. "A snake tongue? Ugh..." she thought it was a minor change compared to how much the dryad had done to her already, but she would gladly take minor changes rather than ones that altered her body entirely.



"Not just the tongue of a snake..." the dryad started, just as John's wolf tail began to tingle. The fur shed, and the tail lengthened longer, and wider. The now shed tail turned green and scaly. Black spots with red circles appeared along the bottom of the tail in a pattern. The very tip of the tail also began to grow thicker in a small triangle shape, with the base of the triangle at the tip of the tail.



John could only watch in horror. She felt movement in her elongating tail, but she was not the one making the movements. The tail grew to be just slightly taller than her head, but then it was the tip of the tail that frightened her the most. "No..." she could tell what was going on with the tail, but she couldn't believe it. She was being filled with familiar, yet at the same time, alien sensations from her tail. She put her paws on her head, and gritted her teeth. "Stop it dammit!"



"You can sense it, can't you?" the dryad asked. "You can feel the brain developing, the mouth shaping...but it isn't entirely under your control, is it?"



John didn't want to admit it. She could only stare as she felt those sensations form in the tail. The tail itself developed a mind of its own, but she could sense its thoughts, thoughts of panic, fear, all because it hadn't yet fully developed. Her tail thrashed against her own will until the slit eyes of a snake formed, slowly calming down the tail, then the nose, and finally the mouth which opened up to reveal a very snake tongue, and fangs. John's brain was bombarded with thoughts that were not of her own, but of her tail. "S-stop it." She told the snake. "I can't help you're attached to me!"



"He can hear your thoughts, just as you can hear his own." The dryad said with a chuckle. "You look quite lovely. The body of a werewolf, a living snake tail, and the hooves of a horse. You should be able to guard the forest no problem like that. And during the night, you seduce them as the human woman you become."



"How many times have I told you, I'm not guarding your damn FOREST!" John said with a loud wolfish growl. Her wolf head looked up at the sky, and then at her snake tail. She noticed the snake was staring right at her with its slit eyes. "Yeah? Well I don't give a shit what YOU think!" she was ready to choke her own tail at this point.



"Your tail is connected to you as you are to it. If you harm it, you will feel it. If you kill it, you will die too. Your tail is already well aware of this, but you clearly aren't aware of it with your human intelligence. Perhaps you need another animal to help you." While the dryad was still invisible, it was easy to tell it was smiling. "Perhaps a lynx."



"I don't want to grow a damn fucking lynx head too." John shouted with anger. She turned to see the tail glare angrily at her, and she just rolled her eyes. She started to walk again, although walking with her new horse hooves felt awkward. She could no longer feel the steps in the grass, but at least if there were anything sharp in the grass it wouldn't be painful to step on with horse hooves. "I'm not going to shut up either, stupid tail." She covered her wolf ears as she walked away from the clearing. She couldn't believe she was picking up thoughts of another creature, one attached to her, one she couldn't get rid of. "I'll be a damn happy woman at night if YOU go away..."



"He will always be with you, as will I." the dryad spoke as John continued to walk, no matter where John went to, she always found herself in the forest, and always with the dryad's voice booming over her. "And you aren't going to grow a lynx head. You need help from someone who has actually lived in the forest..."



John ignored the dryad, and simply continued to make her way through the forest. She found a small river, and she just let out a frustrated sigh. "There's usually SOME kind of civilization or manmade shit along a river, I just have to follow it." Her heart throbbed heavily from nervousness. Even if she could get out of the forest now, she would never be the same, and now she had a second mind that spoke to her constantly about how she should accept her fate and how powerful she was.



John soon made it to another clearing that revealed a small lake so crystal clear that the sky's reflection shined off the top of it. Fish jumped out of it as if they had not a care in the world while water rushed into the lake from the river John followed, dipping down just a few feet like a miniature waterfall.



There was also a lynx at that same lake. The lynx resembled a rather large housecat, and the moment John arrived in sight of the lynx, the lynx turned to see John. Surprisingly, despite John's intimidating appearance as a massive wolf creature, the lynx was not afraid.



John remembered what the dryad had said earlier about a lynx. She wasn't sure where things were going to go, but she knew she didn't want the lynx around for it. She was about to shoo the lynx away, when she suddenly picked up a scent from the very lynx. It was a scent that was hard for her to describe, but it was a scent that was oddly arousing to her. She couldn't deny it, she felt...wet between her legs. She covered her black nose with her claws, but it did little to help her. Not only was her sense of smell that much stronger, but the snake was smelling the scent of lynx too, and she could smell everything the snake smelled. "F-fucking...I don't care if he smells good, I'm not doing what you're thinking of doing." She said without turning to the snake. She turned her whole body and started to run, but unfortunately she tripped onto the soft ground beneath her, exposing her naked backside to the lynx. She wanted to get straight back up, but she felt a force keeping her pinned down.



The lynx approached John from behind casually. It wasn't long before the lynx was right behind John. The feline leaned down, and gently pressed his face up against John's crotch. He stuck out his tongue, and gave John's vagina a soft lick.



John could tell that her snake tail WANTED the lynx. The snake tail was doing nothing to stop the lynx from getting access to John's vagina. In fact, it was because of the snake's own thoughts that prevented John from getting up as easily as she wanted. John felt the soft feline fur, the whiskers tickling her thighs, and then that rough tongue up against her vagina. The sensations made her shiver in undesired pleasure, and gently let out a soft whimper, as if she were a happy dog. "N-no..." she muttered weakly. She put her hands onto the grassy ground to try to stand up, but her body felt weak. She knew she was much bigger than the lynx, she could have overpowered the creature easily, yet something was preventing her from doing this. "Y-you're stopping me somehow, aren't you bitch?" she said quietly, as if talking to the dryad.



"Technically speaking, you're a female canine, you're the bitch around here." The dryad replied, still out of sight. "But yes. You are of my children now, and as my child, and in my domain no less, I have control over how much energy you may have. I choose for you to have just enough to enjoy what is about to happen, and no more."



John growled. She would raise her head had she the ability to do so, but she was stuck. The snake tail on the other hand, seemed to have more energy than her, but unlike John, the tail seemed to be looking more forward to what the lynx was preparing back there as it stayed up and out of its way, letting out a happy slither.



The lynx licked John's vagina a few more times before he crawled partially onto John's back. The lynx's feline cock pressed right into John's warm, welcoming vagina. While the lynx was nowhere near the size John was, he was big enough to penetrate her and lay on the lower part of her back with a happy purr. His paws lightly wrapped around John's upper stomach.



John's body felt like stone, as if she hadn't gotten any sleep and was dead tired, but mentally speaking she was very much wide awake. She could feel the warm pulsing feline cock enter her vagina, and all of the barbs that were on it. She mentally thought to herself that she was being fucked by an animal, a real animal, she should have hated this, she should have loathed it, yet her body was clearly enjoying it. It didn't help that her tail was enjoying it too. John could sense it mentally, and that made it hard for her not to enjoy it too.



The lynx's barbed cock pushed back and forth in John's pink nether folds. The lynx purred deeply as it thrusted again and again, and as it thrusted, its body began to change. The lynx leaned down onto John's neck, and bit down gently underneath John's fur.



John gasped as she felt the lynx's teeth. His teeth were sharp, but John's fur and skin had been 'gifted' with roughness, making the lynx's teeth leave only marks on her. It was as the lynx bit down on John's neck that she realized that the lynx should have been nowhere near her neck before. She could feel the lynx's body press onto her own too. She turned to see that the Lynx's back was pushed so far down into John's body that it looked as if the lynx's lower half was part of John. "No!" John howled out, not in pain, but in pleasure.



"The sooner you accept it, the better you'll feel." The dryad's voice echoed around John, followed by a light giggle.



The lynx could feel itself pulling down into John. His feline cock melded with John's sex, as did the lynx's ass, and even his tail. It was as if John's body was water, and the lynx was pulling into it. His lower paws vanished underneath John's fur, and slowly his upper paws were sinking into her shoulders.



John could feel the lynx's body. She let out a sigh of relief that her sex was no longer being penetrated, but she couldn't deny that her body still felt incredibly...needy. She could feel the lynx's head shift around, even though it wasn't touching her wolf body, their nerves were still connecting. She could hear the lynx's thoughts, thoughts of happiness, of acceptance, and also of lust. "F-fuck...s-stop...thinking that." John muttered weakly.



The lynx's front legs sunk completely into John's back, leaving only the lynx's furry belly pressed onto John, and even that was sinking into John as well. The only part of the lynx that wasn't moving into John's body was the lynx's head. The head of the lynx let go of John's neck as it was pushed right beside John's head, giving John two heads, and a living snake tail. The fur of the lynx mismatched John's fur with its sandy color. The lynx's whiskers gently brushed up against John as it began to purr, making John's entire body vibrate.



John could almost feel the sensations of the fusion in her body. She felt the bones of the lynx merge with hers, organs, not so much sex as John kept her vagina. She could also tell that the lynx kept his ability to purr, and he was making her entire body purr with arousal, which John could also tell her tail was enjoying it. "I already have that stupid dryad following me around, I don't need all these animals following me around too!" John tried to be angry, she tried to show authority, but she couldn't deny that she was afraid. She felt like the 'omega' in a wolf pack, a peon, she felt the lowest of the low rankings.



John felt her body make pulling motions, as if her body wanted to go in a direction, yet it didn't move without John's consent. "Hey you two!" John barked, barring her sharp teeth. "Let's get one fucking thing straight, I'm in charge of this body, I don't care what you two think!"



The lynx looked at John with a tilt of his head, while the tail just rolled its eyes. The tail shifted its head down between John's legs, and gave her vagina a gentle tickle with its snake tongue.



John's muscles froze at the sensations of feeling the tongue against her cunt. "S-stop...stop..." she muttered weakly. Her body still felt as if it needed a cock, but she was never one to admit it out loud, even though she was radiating a scent to the wild itself that said she was ready for a mate.



"Why don't you give in to the voices in your head?" the dryad's voice called out to John. "You know what they want, and it would feel so good to just give in as the animal you now are. This is your new job, John. Whether you're an animal, or a human, mating is what you do."



"NO!" John shouted with determination. She grit her fangs together as she marched along towards the lake. "I'd...I'd sooner drown than be your damn pawn!" Despite how desperate she sounded, her pace towards the water was shaky, as if her own muscles were fighting against her. She could hear the voices in her head, the voices that weren't hers, though they sounded much like her. Voices that told her it didn't matter, she would belong to the dryad. Part of her could tell whose voice belonged to who as she shared her body. "Shut up...stupid...stupid lynx." She froze inches away from the water's edge. She stared down at her reflection in disbelief at her own wolf head, and the lynx head less than a foot away from her. She saw the snake tail raise itself up, long enough to reach John's own head to see its reflection in the water's clear surface. John could barely describe her sensations. It felt as if she were staring, and was also being stared at. She couldn't see out of the lynx's or snake's eyes, but she had another sense that allowed her to grasp a basic idea of what they were seeing, even when they weren't looking in the same direction.



John stared at her canine eyes. Her long snout and black nose, her dark colored fur, and her pointed canine ears. She couldn't believe how much of a wolf her head looked like, yet she knew she had the build of a werewolf. She still had her tits, and her cunt which was now openly exposed to the world thanks to the snake looking away from her tail. John glared up angrily at the snake, and then at the water. She crouched down, and she felt her body freeze, as if her body itself hesitated. It knew what she planned to do. With a deep breath, John lunged herself into the water, and landed with a splash deep down under the waves.



John could feel her body want to swim, she could feel the tense buildup in her muscles that just begged to move, yet she didn't. She had no intention of becoming a pawn for a forest, she didn't care how ferocious she looked, and she knew what the dryad had planned for her. She could feel it in her cunt just how needy she was. She would sooner find some way to stop her new body from wanting such things, even if she had to do something as desperate as attempt to drown herself.



Yet as John's front claws and back hooves hit the soft floor of the lake, she sat there, holding her breath. She could still feel her lungs inflate and deflate though. It was not her breathing, but the snake. She opened her eyes, able to see underwater, and she noticed the snake had its mouth open, breathing the water as if it were air. W-what...what the hell?! John thought to herself.



"Did you really think you could do something such as drown yourself? No, you are protecting EVERY aspect of this forest, from the waves of the lakes, to the sky up above. Should you need gills, you will grow them. Should you need wings, you will sprout them. Anything the protector of the forest needs, she will get, including her OTHER need." The dryad's voice rang crystal clear underneath the waves.



John blinked a few times, uncertain how she could see as well underwater as she could, let alone breathe. She opened her mouth to take in the water, and it went into her as if it were air, coming out just the same. She saw a few bubbles, and she just stared. She couldn't win with the dryad. She could sense that the lynx and the snake knew this was the case. Here John was, underneath the water. She didn't pay attention to the scenery around her underneath the crystal clear waves, just that she wanted to get out of this forest, yet she felt more defeated, and still unbelievably aroused between her legs. A brief image of a cock, entered her mind, any cock would do, an animal's, a...man's. NO! She mentally shouted to herself. I will NOT be some needy bitch!



John crawled her way back out of the lake. She felt her fur dripping wet onto the green grass beneath, and her nose could pick up the scent of a wet dog, the scent that was now her own. She knew how dogs dried off, but she had no desire to dry herself off in such a manner. She stood back up on two legs, and just walked off farther into the forest. She wasn't sure what to do now. She felt lost, alone. Nothing she did made her feel better. She was still a monster, and she was still so horny. Deep down, she wanted to ask for help, but she knew the only response she was going to get was from the dryad, or the two heads she shared her body with, the same heads that approved of what the dryad did, yet John still somehow had majority ownership of her body. "Maybe I should find a fucking knife somewhere and try to cut one of the heads off." She mumbled. It was drastic, but she was getting desperate. She was willing to try something, anything to get herself somewhat back to normal, no matter what it took.



John lost track of time. The watch she had around her wrist had long ago been torn from her, and she no longer had her phone. She just had her werewolf body, a lynx head, and a snake tail. The thoughts and occasional noises from the lynx and snake bothered her greatly. She wanted to try to find something to silence them with, yet she could feel their movements, their motions, and their thoughts. She thought attacking them would hurt just as much as if she were trying to harm herself. "What the fuck am I going to do during the day..." she mumbled. She had spent so long wandering in one direction that her fur was dry by now, though the scent of a wet dog was still strong.



John could sense she was being watched as she wandered aimlessly in the forest. She found it odd that she didn't feel hungry, but she didn't question it either, she had no intention of being so barbaric that she would eat anything in the forest, even vegetation. "Stupid dryad, don't you have anything better to do than stalk me?" she asked out loud. Yet, she got no response.



John let out a huff as she kept going. Her snake tail shivered, and she was mentally told of what exactly was watching her. She didn't see it with her own eyes, but with the snake's eyes, her new senses told her it was another animal, another hunter. She turned her head, and noticed a light brown puma. Unlike the lynx, the Puma was more appropriately her size. She saw the slightly rounded ears at the top of the puma's head, its beady yellow feline eyes, and sharp yellowish teeth, complete with flat tongue and white muzzle.



John stared at the puma, and she watched it stare right back. She doubted the puma had plans to attack her. Sure, John was in the middle of the forest, but she was undoubtedly made to be a predator with her sharp teeth and claws, even if she had no plans to eat any wildlife anytime soon. She breathed slowly, and her enhanced scent told her that this puma was a male, and it was aroused. "Fuck...fuck no..." John muttered, knowing very well what the puma had in mind. "Don't animals have mating seasons and can't do it all the damn time?"



The lynx in John's head told her it didn't matter. The lynx, the lynx that was once male, was now female and needy, just like John was. John could feel her cunt grow wet at the sight of the puma. She had already mated with a lynx involuntarily, she had no intention of mating with another animal. "We're getting the hell out of here." John said aloud to the lynx and the tail, knowing very well they understood her.



John walked along on her hooves in a hunched stance. Her pointed ears flickered with increased sensitivity as she heard the sounds of leaves rustling from behind her. She knew far too well that the puma was following her. "I'll fight you off you stupid cat if I have to!" she shouted without a glance back. Her snake tail could see the puma on occasion, and John could sense that the snake tail saw that puma without her needing to visually see it herself.



John could also feel the very bottom of her snake tail was stuck upwards, and with the way her legs were bent, she was exposing her vagina and asshole to the world again. Go down you stupid snake tail. She thought to herself, knowing very well the snake could hear her thoughts, yet the snake denied her request. Her body still felt incredibly needy and horny. She couldn't get the thoughts of this puma humping and pumping her out of her head, and she blamed those thoughts entirely on the two creatures she was fused with.



John still wasn't entirely sure where she was. Something deep down in her head told her she should start marking her territory the way animals do, that might help her keep track of where she was. She wasn't even sure where the construction site was anymore. So much of the scenery she was around looked alike, although she knew she was following the river trail, it was definitely a long river. She could still sense the puma was stalking her too, regardless of where she was going. She paused, and then turned around to see the puma with her own eyes instead of the snakes. John bared her sharp wolf teeth, and growled at the creature. "Go...away." she said through her gritted teeth.



The puma tilted his head. It was hard to tell it was a male from where he stood, but John could smell it on him. The puma moved forward, closer to John. His feline eyes looked at John curiously.



John felt a pulling sensation in her muscles that she did her best to ignore. She knew it was the lynx, and she knew exactly what the lynx wanted to do. Stop it. You used to be a guy. How the fuck can you be into THIS? John thought to herself, passing the thoughts onto the lynx. It didn't matter what John thought though. The idea of being humped and fucked by this puma was appealing in many ways to her, as much as she wanted to try to deny it.



The puma approached John until the two were inches away from each other. The puma suddenly brushed his head right up against John's neck, and started to purr.



John could feel her body purring in response. She may have had the body of a werewolf, but she had feline traits thanks to the lynx. Dammit. She thought to herself. She tried to stop back, but her muscles were frozen in place. At first, she suspected the dryad was to blame, but she couldn't sense the dryad anywhere around her. Instead, it was the lynx. The lynx was overpowering John's ability to control her own body, taking control of it for her.



The puma slowly walked behind John, his fur brushed up against John's the entire time. Once the puma was fully behind John, just like the lynx did, the Puma reached out, and pressed its muzzle up against John's rear. Not a moment later, the puma's tongue stuck out, and it licked John's nether lips.



John shivered at the gentle pleasure of having her vagina licked. She knew that at least two out of three of the minds her body had enjoyed it. She knew she liked it too, as much as she tried to deny it, she couldn't ignore her nose picking up the scent of the puma's own arousal. "Don't...you'll...fuse with me..." she mumbled. She wasn't even sure if the puma knew what language she spoke. "Tell him, you stupid lynx." She spoke through gritted teeth.



The puma didn't wait for the lynx to even try to say anything. The puma pounced slightly upwards, and pushed its feline cock right into John's waiting, wet, vagina. His cock was much like the lynx's, except with the puma being larger, so was his cock. His barbed shaft pushed all of John's inner walls as the front half of his body leaned on hers.



John's jaw dropped as she felt the cock enter her. It was a sensation that sated her needs and made her feel so good, but she wanted to deny those feelings. She kept thinking of herself as a man deep down, a straight man, she should loathe this sensation, not enjoy it. She couldn't deny the snake and lynx's sensations of pure happiness and bliss though, and her own body very much enjoyed it. She felt outnumbered. She couldn't bring her body to move. Her claws gripped the slightly wet grassy ground beneath her, and she shut her eyes as she tried to think of other things, things to get the sex off her mind, and things she could try to get the puma to stop humping her.



The puma continued to enjoy himself. He could feel his back legs sink into John's own. His torso slowly moved down too, but he just kept humping away like the animal he was, enjoying himself immensely.



John felt the fusion beginning for the pair, much like she fused with the lynx. She felt the extra weight on her, and as she felt their nerves connect, she could feel herself connected to two bodies, but she had no control of either. She could feel herself being fucked, and at the same time, fucking. She kept her eyes closed, and her head held low. Nothing she said made a difference, and she was bombarded with thoughts of pleasure that the lynx, the snake, and even the puma were all receiving. She thought of herself better than some wild animal, but even she had her breaking point. She could only keep her thoughts under control for so long, especially when she was linked to three other minds, all thinking the same thing, sex, and more of it.



The puma's body continued to sink down into John's own. His tail touched John's snake tail, and the two fused. His back legs were half gone, but he didn't relent in his humping, enjoying the sensations, even when he was linked to John's own.



John couldn't hold back any longer. She opened her maw, and howled in pleasure as she experienced an orgasm, her vaginal walls quickly grasped and released that cock, and each tight grasp sent waves of pleasure through her body. She wasn't sure where her body ended and where the puma's began. She couldn't see back behind her, but she could feel the puma's torso stretching, and yet another head push against her own, pushing her head between the lynx and puma's.



Only moments after John orgasmed, the puma came in, giving her his feline seed. As the two came together, the Puma's body sank into John's as if John's body was quicksand. His feline cock and balls vanished, merging with John's feline cunt. His ass and back half vanished underneath John's dark fur, while his head sunk between John's shoulder blades, and pushed to the front, right beside John's head, putting John in the center of the lynx and the puma.



The fusion was swift, and only moments after it finished, John collapsed onto the soft grassy ground below her. Her cunt dripped the light white liquid that was the puma's cum. She could hear the puma's thoughts of worry, but then shortly after acceptance. Her head itself was bombarded with the thoughts of three other minds. Her body no longer felt needy, but it didn't solve her core issue. She was still a monstrous wolf creature. She was still fused with not one, but now three other beings, and she was lost in the forest. She was still also a 'her' on top of everything else.



"Now your transformation is finished. You don't need me to guide you, you have the mind of three other denizens of the forest." The dryad's voice spoke overhead with clear giggle.



John crawled onto her claws and horse hooves. She opened her mouth to speak, but as she opened her muzzle, her head was bombarded with thoughts that weren't her own, and only grunts came out. "Ugh...uhn..." she huffed. Her head told her to accept her fate, but it was with thoughts she knew weren't her own. The voices sounded like her, but she knew it wasn't her.



"I will leave you to do your job while I go take care of my many other roles. Remember, by day you scare humans away, by night you seduce them, mate with them, and transform them into whatever the forest may require."



John heard three minds speak in unison at once, the minds of the snake, the puma, the lynx, all of whom accepted their new role, but not John. John wasn't ready, although with her own head bombarded with the thoughts of three others, it was hard to maintain her composure. At least she had control of most of her body, which she used to turn around, and just keep walking straight in one direction. She knew at some point she would have to find a way out, she just had to keep walking straight.



John lost track of time once more. She had been in the forest the entire day without eating, sleeping, or stopping moving forward. She noticed that her stomach was never hungry, but at the same time, she felt a strange rush of nutrients come from her hooves as she walked on the ground, as if she were eating in a new manner entirely. She split between walking on two legs, and walking on her claws and hooves, finding herself comfortable walking in either position. She noticed the sun was going down, and as it was going down, she shivered as she began to change once more. "F-fucking...hell..." she mumbled. Part of her was relieved for the change, as she knew the end result, but she knew it wouldn't help her escape the forest.



John's hooves cracked and splintered as they shrink downwards, and the very bottom expanded and split into five toes. As the hooves shrunk, it left delicate feminine skin behind. The hooves shrink into the nails of the toes, leaving John with feminine feet. The fur on the rest of her legs shed quickly to show more feminine skin underneath, legs both alien and familiar to John.



John's claws also reverted into normal human hands with soft feminine skin and short pink nails. Her fur shed to reveal her slim arms and shoulders. John's torso, heads, and tail remained. They would leave the best for last. She thought to herself, as other voices in her head wondered why John had such thoughts. I'm looking fucking forward to getting rid of you three, even if it's for the night! She thought to herself, as she mentally screamed at the voices in her head.



John's ears shifted down the sides of her head as her skull reshaped. Sounds of cracking and crunching could be heard as her bones readjusted for her head. Fur shed from her torso as her body took on the feminine shape John had from before, and John's teeth dulled. In the blink of an eye, John's eyes returned to their normal color, and she soon had the body of a feminine woman, with the head of a puma, lynx, and a snake tail still part of her. "Why aren't any of you leaving yet?" she said aloud in a much softer voice than she had as a wolf.



We will never leave you. The snake mentally responded, speaking loud and clearly for the first time, even as the snake was pulled into John's spine slowly. The snake's two beady eyes stared up at John as the snake's body slimmed downward, and sunk into John. The snake let out one small slither before its head was pulled into John's body, and just like that, John's rear was bare, showing only a slightly plump behind.



Both the lynx and puma heads were next. With John's head in the center, both the feline's heads pushed together into John's, and merged with her. It was a process John did not want to see as she felt their three heads press up against each other, and then she felt all three heads at the same time. She briefly saw vision from all six eyes, and despite her closing her own set of eyes, they were pried open when the lynx and puma's eyes merged with John's own. John could hear the loud cracking noises as their skulls fused, and she felt the thoughts of wild animals briefly. She collapsed onto her hands and knees as the merging continued, keeping her eyes closed until it was finished.

And then silence.



John slowly opened her eyes, and stood back up as she quivered. She looked to her left, and then her right. She saw nothing but the forest, now at night, and then herself. She saw no extra heads, no snake tail, she was physically a beautiful woman, the same woman she was transformed into earlier.



"They're...gone?" she asked out loud. "Those animals are...finally gone?" she took a deep breath of relief. Her thoughts were her own, and while she was trapped in the forest, she could at least think for herself. "Great...maybe I can at least find some form of civilization or something..."



John suddenly grabbed a hold of her head as thoughts of sex flooded her mind. "W-wait!" She shouted as she gritted her teeth. She swore the lynx, snake, and puma were gone, she should have been able to think for herself, yet the thoughts that invaded her mind were the exact same thoughts she had when she was fused with the three. It was then she came to a slow realization. She hadn't lost the three animals she was merged with, they all now shared her mind, her body. She was not in full control over herself. She was bombarded with thoughts of protecting the forest, mating with humans to transform them at night, finding human settlements and transforming them into whatever the forest needed, and the thoughts were much harder to keep out as they were thoughts her own head was making, not the ones attached to her.

"No..." John mumbled, and then shouted. "NO!!!"



Days later...



During the night, a lone lumberjack with a checkered red and black shirt and jeans walked through the forest with a map and a spray can. He looked over at a tree, and after a quick glance, he sprayed an X on it. "That one looks good..." he mumbled.



A naked woman with brunette hair watched the man with her hands wrapped around her chest. "E-excuse me sir." the woman spoke with a frightened voice. "I'm a little lost...can you help me?"



The man raised a brow at the woman. She looked absolutely stunning, though why she was alone and naked in the forest baffled him. "Of course." The man offered his large, hairy palm to her. "If you don't mind, I'll take you back to camp."



The woman took the man's hand, and with a smile, she walked with him in the forest. The woman's old mind that was once John was gone now. All that was left was a child of the forest, one who was going to seduce, and change these lumberjacks one at a time, to protect the forest.

