[b][u][center]Special Positions, Special Perks Part 12 For A-lycotonum By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Duty was over, and Robin knew that her husband would be expecting her back at home before long. The watchwoman hesitated at the door of the outpost, looking down the streets back to her house. It would be easy, so easy, to fall into habit and just go home, to leave the investigation into this ‘alpha’ for another day, but… [i]No. Need alpha. Need…need to find him…[/i] Even if he was trying to keep her from finding him, which the stranger seemed to be doing. She could still feel the connection that he had made with her, still feel the command to leave that echoed in her head. Yet, at the same time, she could feel something else, a keen pull that came from that connection. Whatever had happened at the square might have been pulled from her mind, but that didn’t mean that she didn’t have some awareness of him. Alpha. The word continued to pull at her, and it meant much more than the word ‘husband,’ or ‘home,’ or ‘watchwoman,’ or anything else that had been so uppermost in her mind earlier that day. All that mattered was that feeling in the back of her head, that pull that drove her onwards towards… Well, she didn’t know. All she knew was that the pull was getting stronger, stronger than the urge to go home and rest, and the glass vial that rested against the back of her belt seemed to push her forward as much as the feeling in the back of her head that she knew came from Alpha. Alpha. It was a stronger word, now, something that seemed more of a title than a basic description. He was her Alpha, and she needed to be there, needed to see to him, needed to make sure that he was safe and that he was going to be okay. There was…there was fear, and stress, and more in her mind, and she didn’t know how to fix it. The rest of the world felt like it was falling away from her, the need to find Alpha getting stronger by the second. Before she knew it, she had already turned from the crossroads that would have taken her home, and she followed the tension in the air, the pulling that seemed to originate from somewhere far off in the distance. Robin’s boots carried her through Absalom, taking her from the watch station down one road and then another. She wasn’t thinking, wasn’t tracking, but merely following a feeling. It was the worst sort of thing that someone on the city watch could do, as it meant that you were more focused on the feeling than your surroundings, but it was working. She could feel something in the distance, something that needed her, someone that required her. She finally came to a stop, looking around. This was the square where she had been on patrol, where she’d found…something…and then had been dismissed. This was where Alpha had first found her. Her breath caught in her throat, her eyes closing as she remembered something. Again, not a sight, not a sound, but a feeling. A feeling of power, of sensuality, of something…something too strong to be entirely human. He had been here, and someone else had been here, too. She heard the sound of fluttering wings. She heard the low growl of a desperate, angry dog. She smelled the damp, sickly smell of a wet dog, and the hot, sulfurous scent of something much worse. The feeling of shade and fur and fire spread across her skin, and she shuddered as she struggled to catch her breath against the strange sensation. And then, it passed. She almost collapsed against the stones, but the feeling remained as a shadow of a shadow of a thing. It was barely there, like the memory of a lover’s caress, but she could still just make it out. And it ran through the city, too. She raised her head from the cobblestones, opening her eyes to stare at the road that led up and out of the city. There, like a tingle of magic in the air, lay the trail. [i]Alpha.[/i] He had gone that way, and someone else had been with him. The one that smelled of sulfur, the one that had been the caster of shadow. They were together, they were… They were pack, she realized, a feeling that she still didn’t understand, but something that made sense regardless. She clenched her fists at her side, forcing herself to be calm, be quiet, be focused. [i]They are pack, and that means that they will protect each other,[/i] she thought. [i]And I am pack…and they will welcome me…[/i] An Alpha looked over the pack, and that was what her Alpha was doing. He had sent her away, and now, he needed her. She could feel it in that strange connection that linked her to him, feel him in her mind. The closer she came, the more she felt the attachment, the tug, the pull, the need that burned through him. There was fear in that connection, fear and worry and anger and more. There was a sense that something was wrong, that something had gone wrong. She clenched her fists all the tighter, feeling that she was failing, that she wasn’t there with him when he needed her most. Whatever was happening, she needed to be there for him, and [i]now.[/i] Robin turned up the high road, determined to follow this feeling wherever it would lead her. She didn’t know what the Alpha was, or what was going on, but she would be there for him. Whatever else happened, she would be there. Pack would not leave pack behind. # Watching her ‘master’ stuffing his dick into a block of ice was surprisingly entertaining, mostly from the faces that he kept making as he tortured himself to not give into the various urges that he was feeling. Cazna couldn’t help but smirk a little bit to herself, shaking her head again. “You know that they will not go away.” “They were manageable before.” “Not when you have been transformed like this. I should know.” She shook her own head, looking down at herself. Her hips were wide, her breasts large, and… Well, the results of the transformation were getting more and more extreme. Her feet had been completely transformed into bird-like talons. They were wider, of course, and the toes and spur on the heel were able to flatten out to allow her to walk, albeit with some difficulty, but there was no way that she would be able to hide her new attributes, her new body parts without constant illusion spells. The fact that there was a growing tuft of downy feathers between her breasts only enhanced that sort of feeling of helplessness, knowing that her body was gradually turning into something more demonic and bestial. It would only be a matter of time before she was completely turned into a harpy, kept from her elven body until someone with greater power than she actually appeared to help her. The more that she gave into her urges, the more that her body would change, and yet, the more that she resisted them, the harder those urges would be to manage. The hunger to have the half-hound before her buried between her legs, the urge to feel him hammering at her and filling her with eggs – She slapped herself. Hard. The crack of her palm across her face split the air, and Vitus glanced back at her. “You okay?” “Same problems as you.” “Do you need some ice, too?” “No, my body would just enjoy it.” And it would. The power of Hashila was dependent on pleasure, and it was very, very good at turning anything into something pleasurable. She had used that on others before, used her body to tease them, taunt them, bring out their dirtiest kinks and ensure that they were properly ‘fed’ with those pleasures before she left them behind. There was every way to turn something into something sexy, and even what should have turned people off could very easily be used as sexual weapons. Ice was among the easiest, for that matter. It could still deliver quite the sensation, after all, and if you used it right… She could already see herself pushing Vitus into that sort of state, using the ice to tease his cock up, then down, then up, then down, edging him with the icicles and sometimes shoving some up his ass. She could use them to bring him to a hardness that he had never imagined, and then rip it from him by chilling it to nothing, and then starting all over again until he could no longer control himself and – CRACK! She slapped herself again, harder. Already, the feathers were starting to show their patterns beneath her skin, and she didn’t need to encourage that further. “Are you going to keep doing that?” Vitus asked. “It’s the only way to get the thoughts to stop.” “Since when do you want to stop them?” “Since we’re both on the same page.” “…About…Master Brundir.” “…Yes.” He growled, and she would have imitated it if she thought that she could come anywhere close to that deep, throaty sound. She knew better than to try, though. Her throat wasn’t made for those sorts of sounds. Still, she felt the same anger. The aasimar had been a thorn in her side since she’d been captured, and while Vitus had taken a longer time to see that something was wrong, he was listening to her. Finally. He was actually seeing the danger that the sorcerer posed to the city, what he might do if he was let loose. Someone that was good did not go around erasing memories and using other people like fuck-toys like that. Admittedly, she still had hopes of turning him to her side, of using Vitus as a pawn of Hashila against Melchiresa. That was something that she couldn’t help, though, and was just part of the demonic competition against one another. The only reason that a coalition of demon lords had come together at all had been to announce a state of non-competition when it came to dealing with Gralon Brundir. His plans were too dangerous to let stand, and while the different demon lords couldn’t bring themselves to work together, they could at least agree to not get in each other’s way while dealing with it. She had been supposed to kill Brundir. Vitus had stopped her, though not on Melchiresa’s orders, she felt. There was something else going on there, and it was something that she would need to look into as time went on. But until then, she had to deal with the problem that lay before her, and that problem was Brundir. “Then, we’re agreed? We find out what he’s doing and stop it?” Cazna asked. “Yes.” “You’re quick to turn on him. I thought you dogs were all about the loyalty.” “When it is earned. He’s been playing on his reputation, showing off his power. I assumed that power meant that he was a good person, that he was someone that could be trusted with all that power over the city and other people. I was mistaken.” Then she had a chance. They had a chance. She smiled to herself, nodding slightly. [i]Of course, that means that we have to figure out how he’s doing this in the first place…[/i] Hashila and the other demon lords knew the aasimar’s plan, though she hadn’t been willing or able to share it with Vitus just yet. The aasimar was steadily moving forward with a plan to take over Absalom, the same sort of plan that all the demon lords had been pushing ever since the city had risen to prominence. However, the how of his plan had escaped them, and that was something that she still didn’t know. Vitus, on the other hand, seemed to have gained some sort of understanding during their last mission. When they found the silver, when he started panicking, she knew that he had figured something out that she didn’t understand. [i]Missing pieces…[/i] She shook her head. It was something else that she needed to understand, something else that she needed to figure out. Hashila had not accepted her for brains, but she was more than her body. If she was just given the pieces… Before she could push Vitus, though, the two of them turned. Something had entered the grounds, and it was…different. Not one of Brundir’s guests, something that was burning with a magical aura at the edge of their senses. “I feel it, too,” Vitus muttered. “What the hell? Who’s out there at this time of night?” “I don’t know. But we need to check it out.” “Why?” “It’s not one of his, but it might be if we leave it alone for too long.” “…Good point.” They got to their feet, neither of them bothering to get dressed. After all, they were on Brundir’s lands, and that meant that they were immune to the normal laws of the city. They were able to do whatever they wanted without having to worry about the watch. They never came to the lord’s estate. # Vitus sniffed the air, trying to hide the shiver that ran down his spine as he felt what he was doing. He felt like a hound, like a tracking dog trying to chase down prey. Not that that was a bad thing, but it felt…wrong. Like he was losing a bit more of himself every time that he gave in and used the powers of his new form. The smell on the air was something familiar, human, and warm and… He rubbed his nose, trying to ignore the way that the wet smell on the air was affecting him further south. He snorted through his nose, trying to clear it, but the next breath only brought it back. “Nnngh.” His cock jumped up and down from his sheath, the spell of ice around it doing nothing to keep him soft. He grumbled under his breath, dismissing it when it refused to give him what he wanted, and kept walking, his paws carrying him across the grounds with ease. Cazna was falling behind, he realized, but he didn’t slow. They needed to find the ‘intruder’ before one of Master Brundir’s servants did. If this person wasn’t under his control, they needed to keep it that way. Too many people seemed to be taken in by the aasimar, and he needed someone, anyone, that wasn’t. The smell grew more familiar the closer that he came to the source, and he knew that he had smelled them earlier that night. Was it someone from the docks, he wondered? Someone that had brought more of the silver? Or was it one of those that had been staring at Cazna, hoping to have a turn with his ‘slave’? Or was it – He came to a stop as he rounded a piece of shrubbery, finding the source, and the source found him. He stared at the human watchwoman, the sergeant from his near-arrest huffing softly and puffing to herself. Her skin was wet with sweat, and she was just out of her uniform, wearing something more like a civilian would. His eyes widened further as he saw the way that her crotch was utterly soaked, wet with her own juices, and her eyes were wild. “You…” She looked up, her eyes meeting his…and he stared as the soft brown suddenly started warping, going more golden, sharper and brighter. “Oh, no…” “Alpha.” “You didn’t.” She held up a vial, one that still dripped with a clear liquid. As she dropped it to the ground, it rolled towards him, coming up with a label of a rat head on it. Cazna’s panting for air filled his ears, and he held his hand out behind him, waving for the drow to come to a halt. The clicking of claws on the stone stopped, and he knew she was watching them, staring at them. And he wasn’t surprised. He would have been staring if he had been the one to stumble across something like this. “Alpha,” she muttered again. # Robin was in a haze, but even in that fog, she could still think a little bit. As the moonlight burned on her from behind, she could feel the heat of the were-rat’s juices running through her, the warmth of its fur burning beneath her skin, the heat… The heat under her wedding ring… The watchwoman looked down at her hand, staring at her ring the way that a stoned thug might have done in the middle of his high. She turned it this way and that, almost fascinated by it, but it wasn’t fitting her anymore. It…it didn’t… Robin reached down, pulling at the ring. Her fingers felt clumsy, almost like they were too long for their own good, but she managed to get a grip on the ring eventually and pull it free. It was not a comfortable feeling, but it felt…right. Right to keep it, rather than let it break. Right to hold it, rather than throw it away. She cupped it in her hands, seeing her face in the golden band. She could see herself, see her eyes sharpening, almost glowing in the night. Her cheeks were slowly caving in, narrowing, pushing forward, and the soft crick-crack-crick of her transformation was getting louder and louder. [i]I’m not me…I’m what…I should be…for Alpha…[/i] The sergeant groaned under her breath, clenching her fingers tightly around the ring. It meant something strong, something powerful. Alpha would let her have that…Alpha would let her keep it…when she remembered…it would be there… “Hold…hold this…” The words left her throat in an increasingly high tone, the pitch rising. She held out her hands, reaching shakily for Alpha’s paw. He held it out after a moment, and she put the ring in his hand. “Give…give it back…later…when I can…remember…” “What did you do? What did you do?!” “I found…Alpha…” She smiled. That was the important thing. She found him. She didn’t know what she needed to do with him, but she’d found him, and that was the thing that mattered more than anything else. Robin groaned as she suddenly felt the change kick into high gear, her back hunching forward, everything clenching hard. She stumbled, almost falling off her feet, but Alpha grabbed her before she could. His furry chest was warm, a soft musk coming from his flesh. Sweat, and more. She hissed as her muzzle continued growing in, her face lengthening, narrowing. Her teeth felt wrong, too smooth for what she needed to be, too smooth to be able to be there for her Alpha, to protect him. Rat she might be, but the dog had pulled her in. That was her place. She was pack under the hound. She pulled in his smell, breathing it in, storing it in the back of her mind. She wouldn’t lose him again. Not again. She needed…needed…him… Her hands were changing, the transformation rippling through her. Brown fur was slowly rising out to replace her body hair, rising from the patches under her arms and down at her sex. Her clothes started to bunch up in those places, rising and filling out with the bulges that her hair made. It was hard for her to focus through it, but she knew…she knew that it was going to get better. Crack, crack, crack. Her spine popped and cracked and almost broke and then fixed itself as it lengthened, something pressing down at the base of it, her tailbone threatening to bulge out of her skin. Robin groaned, pressing her head against the dog’s chest as if she might burrow right through him in a desperate attempt to get through the discomfort. “Help…help…me…” “What do you need? Tell me what you need…” “Out…clothes…then…” She needed more. She needed…needed him. Something cool fell over her, almost like it was putting her fears to rest, chilling them, putting them into the soothing darkness. It put her fears away, and pulled out her needs, her hungers, her honest desires. The thought of the ring and what it represented was gone, leaving her with only the need for… Reaching out slowly with fingers that were longer than her human digits had ever been, she wrapped them around Alpha’s sheath. She tugged it down, encouraging his knot up, gliding her fingers back up around his shaft. He couldn’t pull back without letting her fall, and he was too kind to let that happen. She squeezed him, and he gasped, his eyes going wide for that moment. A small smile lifted her muzzle, her whiskers slowly pushing out, her ears gradually rolling along the side of her head as they grew longer, rounder, more bestial. “I need…this…” “No, you –” “If I feel good…I won’t hurt…Alpha…please…take care of me…so I can…take care of you…” Robin pulled him in close, and his cock slid between her legs. The cottons of her pants were already ripping, her tail finally pushing free behind her, her hips widening and thickening, her thighs growing thick and strong. The power of the rat lay not in strength but in speed, but a were-rat had both. She could feel the muscles growing under her fur, making her bigger, better, more powerful. She would be able to serve her Alpha in any way that he needed, make things better in any way that she could. And she looked forward to the moment where she could put everything right once more. But for now… For right then, she needed something to distract her. Her bones were popping, her legs were shaking, her arms were growing and her muscles were burning. She needed him to take her, to use her, to break her in, to keep the pain away… And she needed him to show her that he was her alpha. With a grunt, she pulled him down, holding him over her, her legs spread wide as his shaft slid against her sex. # Cazna shivered as she felt the feathers that were growing in along the underside of her arms. If she kept this spell up for long, she would be tempting fate indeed. As it stood, she was able to bring the woman’s needs out, her fetishes, her kinks to be dominated utterly, and that was most important. [i]If she’s going to be here, she needs to be under one of us,[/i] the drow thought. [i]If she wants to submit to her ‘alpha,’ then she can do that. I’ll be the one to keep running things in the background.[/i] She had seen a lot in the other woman’s mind when she had cast the shadow of Hashila over her. This sergeant had many needs, many suppressed fantasies that she had never told her husband. Including the urge to fuck others in front of him, including the urge to feel free enough to be bound to many others, to serve them the way that she served the city. Including the desire to be leashed, to be held, to be fucked, to be used in public. There would be risk in that, but she had seized on the urge to be bound and leashed. She pulled that need forward, forcing the changing woman to admit her hungers, to be willing to be taken and chained to her alpha. It was already strong enough that she barely had to do anything, but there had been doubts as the woman had come forward, worries, fears. No longer, though. With the clothes ripping and the sex starting, Cazna pulled the shadow back, panting softly as her arms draped feathers like the folds of a gown, some of them falling over a foot down from her limbs. They were going to be useless if she did that much more, but this time…this time it was for a good cause. [i]This human will serve Vitus…she will make it better…she will give us a chance…[/i] She still remembered the devil that had fucked her with its tail, still remembered the way it had laughed at her efforts. It knew something that she didn’t. Everyone did. But if they could gain more numbers… Cazna felt her demon lord in the back of her head, felt Hashila grinning. The harpy lord was anticipating another soul for its flock soon, she was sure, but whether that would happen… There was always a risk in going against a demonic patron, and going against a demon lord was all the more dangerous. They had greater power to bring to bear, and they could warp a soul in their possession far more than the average demon could. The drow risked losing everything if she took too long to deliver what Hashila wanted, but at the same time, she lived in the mortal world and had to abide by the rules. As much as she could, at least. The half-transformed drow leaned back, rubbing her softened fingers over her sex as the transformation and rut went on. Thicker hips and a bigger ass had ripped through the sergeant’s off-duty pants, exposing brown fur that was running up and down her thighs, down her legs, over her sex. A juicy slit welcomed that dog cock with ease, and she knew that Vitus would be trapped by that for a while. He had been denying himself for too long, and the hound within needed to be sated. Thrust, squelch, thrust, squelch, each time making that pussy juice that much more. Long fingers along his back developed claws, the rat woman becoming more and more rodent-like the longer that she was fucked, the longer that she was under the moonlight. As the fur spread, as the limbs thickened, as that bald tail pushed out between their legs, she watched as the woman’s boots started to stretch along the toes. The familiar appearance of claws pushing against the leather from within, like knife-points that were trying to rip through armor, caught her attention, and she grinned as she pushed her fingers deeper into her pussy. She wouldn’t cum from this, but she could still enjoy the pleasure. [i]That’s it…rip through…rip through…[/i] She clenched her lower lips around her fingers, and she groaned under her breath as she watched the first claw push right through the leather of the boots, ripping its way into the open air. The rest followed, five toes wiggling, curling, lengthening. The other boot followed suit, rat feet pushing out, bald, soft, but scaled around the sides, smooth along the bottom. They got longer, a bit wider, the leather falling to pieces around them as they turned from feet to paws. Suddenly, Robin wrapped her legs around Vitus’s hips, pulling him down, forcing him to knot her with every thrust. Her ankles crossed, her feet growing longer, the rat woman gasping for breath, her body shaking, her toes curling, making little wrinkles appear along the bottom of her long, pink soles. Cazna fingered herself harder. Ever since her first transformation, she had gained a bit of a foot fetish, but this was the first time that she had watched someone else’s change this way. The way that the rat was able to just embrace her nature, the way that she was able to just go with the claim… She almost envied it. Not the bestial mindlessness of the fuck, no, but just the way that the other woman could embrace her other side and know that it was temporary. To know that the hunger, the urges, the needs that she was giving into would eventually end, that when the moon was down and the sun was up that she’d be back to normal. She could allow herself that indulgence, could let herself be a beast without losing everything. Cazna didn’t have that luxury. The more she indulged, the more she caved in, the more that she allowed Hashila to run her wild and force her to feed, the less control she would have in the long run. She would lose her body, then her mind…then everything. She would be a harpy for real, rather than a human that could use the powers of one. [i]And if that happens…[/i] She didn’t want to think about it. Were-creatures were viewed with suspicion in Absalom, but outsiders were worse. If an outsider – elementals, extra-planar beings, or whatever else – were not bound, then they were considered a danger to the city and were banned from it. There were exceptions, like the aasimar, but overall… If she ever went that far, she didn’t know if she’d be able to come back. Her people would find it hard to change her back, and Hashila would be seeking her, bringing her down to the fires of the underworld to work for the demon lord properly. That would spell the end of any chance to be better in the upper world. She would not let that happen. She could not let that happen. A sudden scream filled the air, not of fear or pain, but of pleasure, and Vitus’s howl followed shortly after. The rut was complete. # Vitus panted as he laid over the rat woman, still hardly believing what he had done. He had meant to comfort her, to give her a chance to relax and be held through the transformation, but…but the touch…the pull… Still her spasming pussy squeezed around his cock, and he could barely think as he felt it going mad, pulling him deep and leaving him gasping for breath. The sheer tightness of her body was almost impossible to believe. She was like a virgin against him, and the size of his cock and his knot had opened her up with more than a little difficulty. They were able to lean apart, though, and the sergeant panted for air. Yet, at the same time, he saw some of the haze fall from her eyes. “Robin?” he managed to say, remembering her name. “Yes…yes, Alpha?” “Why are you calling me that?” “You claimed me,” she muttered, shaking her head. “No…You claimed [i]us.[/i] That magic…you cast a spell. You told us what to do, but to do that…” His eyes went wide as he remembered how he felt. Connected to them, bound to them in a way that a charm spell had never done before. He’d dismissed it then, not having the time to think about it, but now… [i]Shit…[/i] Cazna clicked over, looking down at the two of them. She chuckled. “Well, now that that’s done, how about we go back to your quarters, Vitus? I think we’re all…mostly sated, and if we’re going to deal with Brundir, we need to come up with a plan.” “Brundir?” the rat asked. “That’s who you were taking the silver to? That explains a lot.” Vitus blinked, as did Cazna. They looked at each other, then at the rat, then at each other once more. “I think we need to share information, now,” he said. “Agreed,” Cazna said. “Indeed,” Robin threw in. “Now, how long does…this…” She gestured at his knot. “How long does this last?” [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]