1 comments/ 37920 views/ 30 favorites Sketch Ch. 01 By: Lycandope Chapter 01: Mother My head hurts. Badly. And I'm cold. My eyes crack open and the headache flares as the overhead lights drill deep into my skull. I can't remember where I am. I left work. I remember that. Night time. Damn project due for presentation tomorrow to our clients and they changed their RFP the day before. I was walking home and... and... and what? I can't remember. My arm hurts. And my back is cold. I think - yeah. I'm naked. I can feel my ass on something cold and hard. Why am I naked? There's a crashing noise and suddenly my heart is forcing me awake. Adrenaline. I groan and sit up and almost fall over again. My stomach is a sea of chaos and I think I'm going to throw up. I fucking hate throwing up. There's a... there's a... fuck. No. I'm not going to throw up. No. I tuck my head down and breathe slowly. I am naked and I'm on a metal bunk of some kind, several feet off the ground. Breathe. Breathe. I press my hand against my hairy stomach and clench the little developing pot belly I have. The bench is cold against my naked balls. I look up to find the sound from earlier and I see another guy on the other side of the room. Also naked. I look away as he pulls himself up to his feet. But not, of course, before my traitorous eyes see his junk. Great. A small bit of sharpness in my right upper arm reminds me of the pain I felt earlier. I look over and see a small pink band aid on my arm. There's a yellow smiley face on top of it and it hurts my head and my eyes to focus on it. I can't remember anything about the band aid or why I'd have it. I tentatively take my hand from the bunk and, when the world doesn't collapse around me, I peel the band aid off, wincing as it pulls my arm hairs. There's a small red dot in the middle of my arm. Like from a shot. Was that what put me to sleep? Pain beats a drum in my head and I focus on my breathing again. I think the guy is trying to say something but everything sounds funny. I yawn to crack my jaws and hopefully open up my ears. Oh, now the guy is on his knees again and is throwing up. My stomach heaves in sympathy but I breathe through it. I should probably go help him and see what the hell is going on. My nipples hurt. Like when I used to jog a lot years ago. I'd get all sweaty and they'd be all sort and hurt and maybe bleed a little. It's like that except... It's... I feel the nipple push at my chest and it swells. My little brown useless nipple swells in size until it's hard and aching and I can fucking feel it on me. Oh, Jesus. Oh fuck. There's the... there's the other one. Again, the skin around my left nipple is pulled and twisted and I watch as the skin darkens to the same brown as my tiny nipple and then, like some... some tiny fleshy tornado it twists and pushes from my chest and I feel it all the way down to the bottom of my feet. I shift a little because it feels funny. They both tickle as they push through my chest hairs and now both nipples are fat and hard and they look really strange on my hairy chest. "This," I start to say out loud. My voice hurts. My whole body feels like a raw bundle of tension of dull pain. "This is wrong." I reach tentatively for the nipples. I want to touch them but, I don't. I'm afraid. I'm stupidly afraid of them. As if touching them will make them real. So I reach and lightly touch one... And then I moan. The nerves run straight from the nipple to my toes with a pit stop at my dick. I feel myself get hard and I sneak a glance at the guy at the other end of the room. Shit. I... That feels really good. I touch my nipple again and wriggle a little. It's a ticklish feeling. Well, almost but not quite. I can see the pale white skin around my nipples darkening. In a circle. And something... something suddenly stings deep inside my chest. Smooth skin grows slightly rough as the... whatever the fuck the stuff around a woman's nipples is called form on my chest. I move chest hairs aside and touch the skin. It's softer and moves against my chest like it's separate. It feels good to touch myself there. On my chest. It feels real fucking good because my chest hurts and this helps. So I massage myself. My chest. And I moan because these nipples are sensitive. Squeezing and pushing and kneading at my chest with my fingers until I feel something stab my chest. I yell because it hurts so bad and then I'm falling and that hurts, too. I'm on my hands and knees now. My chest is burning. I feel things inside myself. I feel things moving. I look down and my chest is stretching. My hard nipples are moving and the burning is insane. I lean forward to breathe, almost panting as my chest pushes out. Chest hair flutters to the ground as, well, fuck, as my breasts grow. It's fucking weird to watch as my two little titties turn into a good handful and then continue growing, all under thick growth of chest hair. Except, not so thick any more. More and more bits of hair fall to the ground under me as my tits expand. I can feel their weight now, pulling to the ground below me. Smooth white skin with thick aching nipples. The pain in my chest is so bad that I can barely feel what's happening to my hands. I feel something like small popping sensations; like when I crack my knuckles. Except, when I look over, my hands are... are... getting smaller? My fingers look different. I've been alive for twenty five years so I'm pretty familiar with what my body looks like and those are definitely smaller hands. Slimmer. And, again, more smooth. I used to have thick veins on the back of my hands but, as I watch, they disappear under perfect white skin. And then, fingernails. My fingernails are growing out. Just a little bit but I have nails now. Jesus, these fucking tits are heavy. Sagging under me. "Hey, man." I jerk. The other guy is right there. In front of me. Shit. Shit shit shit. I'm not looking up. "Hey, you all right? You remember anything? I can't remember a damn thing." I'm not looking up. I'm not- I gasp in pain. Someone is twisting a knife in my guts and I want to scream. "What the fuck?!" The man says. Oh. I've accidentally looked up because of the fucking drill someone has in my stomach. I... I... "Are you... I thought... I thought you were a guy. But...!" I touch my face and I can tell immediately that something is different. My cheeks are on fire. Hell, my whole head is in pain but I thought it was the headache. There's no stubble any more. It's all smooth. My nose is smaller. As I'm exploring, I feel my cheekbones collapse a little and then move under my skin. I want to throw up again. I look at the man and I feel tears of shame burning down my cheeks. "It hurts." I tell him. "It hurts a lot. Something is wrong. I am a man but..." I feel a tickle along the tops of my ears and then down my neck. Reaching up with my feminine fingers, I feel thick, long hair growing from my scalp. It moves like silk through my soft fingers. I feel it touch my shoulders and then stop. My lip trembles and I know I'm about to bawl. This isn't right. This isn't... My throat crunches and I dry heave. My long, luxurious brown hair falls around the side of my head as I lean forward, coughing and hacking. I feel a rough hand on my shoulder and when I look up, the man is looking down at me. Scared. "You okay, man?" He asks. "Y... Yes. Yeah, I'm," I stop. My voice. My voice is wrong. It's soft and nearly as silky as my hair. And, worse, the man has a raging boner. This close, I can smell it. I can smell his dick. The man seems embarrassed and apologetic. "Hey, I'm sorry. Jesus, I'm sorry. I don't... It's just... you're beautiful. I can't help it. You know how it goes, right? I mean, you're a guy, right?" "I... oh fuck!" I scream, doubling over in pain. The drill in my stomach is on high speed now. I grip at my legs and my nails dig into the soft flesh. My scream is high and very much a woman's scream. My tits press against my thighs and I feel them bulge to the side. "Hey! Hey man!" Strong hands on me, lifting as snot and tears run down my face. I'm holding my sides in because I'm terrified that they're coming out. I'm... shorter? I thought the guy was the same height as me but he's several inches taller. He hugs me to his chest and he's warm and comforting and... and a fucking guy. His heart beats loud against my ears and I'm afraid to admit to myself that it helps the pain. I can hear a rumble deep in his throat. A contented kind of rumble. And then his hand reaches for my ass. My flat ass. He grips at it and I try to push him off. I collapse against him again when something clicks in my hips. Painfully. Suddenly I feel his fingers digging into the flesh of my ass. Kneading me. Both of his hands are gripping my ass and he's working the ass cheeks around as they expand. It feels... it feels... fucking good. Almost like when I massage my tits. I moan and press against him because I can't help it. Skin stretches as my ass and hips expand. I don't even notice him pressing his face against my thick hair. Growling into my hair. "Oh," I moan and I hate myself for it. "It... it... ohhh..." My tits are pressed against his hairy chest and my nipples are rubbing against his roughness and it's making me feel hot. Better, the pain in my stomach is gone. In fact, my whole lower stomach is tingling. The man pushes me and I move back until I'm pressed against the bench. I can feel my ass pressing against the hard surface. The cold of the bench feels good against the soft flesh of my expanded ass. My tits lay heavy and full on my chest. Looking down my now flat stomach, I see my cock. Pre-cum is dripping slowly to the ground but I'm completely limp. Slowly, my cock shrinks further and further and I feel a pressure in my lower belly. Just an uncomfortable, slightly painful pressure. Finally, only the head of my cock is left and then I feel something... flip? The head shrinks smaller and smaller until it's a tiny nub above my swollen balls. Flesh grows out to cover the small nub and then I groan. There's a pain like someone kicked me in the nuts. My balls are deflating. I don't feel the testicles go but the skin just suddenly lays flat against my body and then pulls in. I didn't see my opening. My slit. My wet cunt. I didn't see when it happened. But now, as my ball sack pulls into my body, I feel the skin moving and I twist my legs together, moaning and whimpering as my sack forms into thick, dark pussy lips over my already developed pussy. My legs rasp against each other as I gasp and twist. I can smell my juices. I smell like a woman and it's strong. I want to touch it. I want to see what I feel like but the man... I look up. He's wild. His eyes are golden and he's licking his lips with a thick, long tongue. The hair on his chest is a mix between hair and fur and there are black claws at the tip of his fingers. "Jesus!" I cry out and my woman's voice is shrill. I press myself further back but there's nowhere to go. And then, suddenly, he's on me. I feel his claws in my back and ass and his mouth on my nipple. I feel it immediately in my lower belly. It's a live wire straight there. Straight to my new cunt. I can't help but grab the back of his head as I moan and bite my lip. And then I cry out, shuddering because his teeth are biting at my nipple and it hurts. But, oh god, it feels so good, too. Something... something happens in my pussy and it feels all gooey and sticky now. And good. My legs are moving together on their own and I feel my wet pussy lips rubbing together. It feels... It feels... "Bite me again," I moan. Something is wrong. My head is fuzzy and hot and I should be terrified but all I can think of is how good this feels and how turned on I am. The man bites me and his teeth are sharp. My hand pulls at my other nipple while I grip his hair. Looking down, I see black fur sprouting from his back and arms. Muscles bulge along the man's shoulders and a small band aid flutters from his arm to the ground. His has a little iconic picture of a wolf on it. He's licking and sucking at my nipple as if he's nursing from me and it's driving me wild. I'm not used to what's happening in my lower belly. There's no ache and throb of a cock. Just a burning hot need. A weird building ache. I feel incomplete. I feel something building deep in me but it's not enough. I know that him playing with my nipples won't be enough. Won't be enough to push me over the edge. I need it. My pussy aches for attention. It needs to be filled. I need to feel him in me, filling that burning aching hole of mine. Oh god. Oh god. I push him down and he looks up. His face is a half-muzzle full of sharp fangs. His nose is black and he's growling at me. "Go down. Please go down. Please. Please, I need you. I need you down there. My... my pussy needs you. Please." My voice is cute and urgent and breathless. He goes and I gasp as his huge thick tongue rasps against my aching pussy. And then I shriek, gripping his pointed ears through the thick tangle of fur above his head. He's inside of me. Inside of my pussy with his tongue. He's so warm and it just slips into me. It's alien and warm and slick and fucking amazing all at the same time. My back arches from it. I can't help it. Oh Jesus. I can't help it. I'm moaning and gasping and mewling and I can't seem to keep my eyes open. My hands go to my breasts and I squeeze them together. The combination makes my hips shake. I'm spreading my legs like a whore for this creature. Jerking. Moving. There's a... there's a rhythm. A certain... I find it. I find a certain way to move my hips and I rock against him. And still, and still it's not enough. "I need you," I tell him. "I need you in me. Oh god. I need you to fuck me. I need your cock. Inside of me. Inside of this pussy. I'm burning up. I have to cum. Oh fucking Christ, I have to cum or I'm going to go insane." And, I think I will. It's torturous to be this close to cumming, to feel this sensation of a burning raging storm deep in my gut and to know that it's just going to take something. I feel the sopping wet emptiness inside this woman's body - my body. I feel it and I need something in it. He understands. A part of him understands. I gasp as he pulls away and stands. I look up at him because he's even taller now. Huge. Furry. But, more importantly, I look down. A fat red cock is throbbing in the air. His. His cock. Red and thick with veins. It's not a man's cock anymore. The base of it flares out above a furry sheath - two fat bulges like a dog's knot. It's fucking thick and it grows up to a smooth taper. I stare at it, brushing brown hair away from my eyes. My chest is heaving as I pant in need. I can smell him and my mouth and pussy water from his scent. He reaches for the back of my head and pushes but I go down to my knees willingly. The werewolf's cock is warm and huge against my small fingers. I go forward hesitantly, opening my mouth and then, I lick him. I can't describe what it smells like or what this burning thing inside my pussy is doing to me. I can't help anything. I need it. I need to taste him on my lips. I lick the length of him and then I press his tip against my lips, feeling it part them open as I wrap my tongue around him. The pointed tip is odd but then, this is my first time sucking dick so what the hell do I know? I gag when he presses me down and am thankful when he lets me back up. Slowly, I take him further and further until I feel the tip at the back of my throat. I pause and then go further. Juice drips down my pussy and so I reach down to touch myself. The man... werewolf, roars and I'm suddenly down on my stomach. The floor is cold against my heavy breasts. My cheek is on fire. I try to move but I suddenly feel a thick, rough paw around the back of my neck. I go very still. Slowly, I move myself from my side to my stomach. The tits make things awkward but I do it anyway. Until I'm as flat on my stomach as I can be. I can feel the thing's immense strength. I'm scared. But, I'm also turned on. Something about this is making me even more wet. Something about the fear and the loss of control and not being able to see the creature as it positions itself behind me makes me moan. I move my hips until they're raised from the ground. My ass is heavier than I'm used to feeling. My long, thick hair is pooled on the ground around my head and a detached part of me notes how shiny it is. Odd things to notice in times like this. He's growling and it's hard and harsh and very, very real. He moves again and I suddenly feel his hot breath against my shoulder. I bite my lip as he bites my shoulder. My body is insanely sensitive right now and, like with the nipple, I love the feel of his teeth on me. I push my hips back against him until I feel his cock touch my back. If I raised a little higher, it might touch my pussy. That's all I can think of now. I'm picturing him behind me. I can see him in my mind's eye. I can see his huge cock right near my wet opening. Will he be mad again? Should I not do it? Oh god. What if he doesn't fuck me? What if he doesn't? Can I finish by myself? I should be worried about him fucking killing me but all I want is to cum. All I want is to feel him inside of me. The creature moves again and I feel the tip of him pressing against my sticky pussy lips. I tremble and make a fist with my hands. I want to move so bad but I don't. I can't. He'll hurt me again. Slowly, he pushes forward and my mouth opens as he opens my pussy. I can FEEL him in me. His dick is pressing on things inside of me and it's the most wonderful feeling in my life. Indescribably good. And further he pushes. I feel like I can't breathe. He's filling me up and I want more. I do... something and my muscles grip at his hot, thick cock. "More," I gasp. "Oh god, more." I can't help it. I shove back and then scream as his knot nearly splits me open. I'd forgotten about it. Oh fucking Christ, I'd forgotten about it. It presses on things around my opening and I feel like I'm going to break. But I can't stop. He's so deep. It's incredible. I feel the tip stab against something inside of me and... He moves. I gasp and moan and cry out as he pulls out. His knot stretches my opening but then he pushes in again. I'm scratching at the ground as I try to breathe. Slow. He's going so slow. My hips find the rhythm from earlier and I rock against him, pressing him deeper. He pulls out and I whine in frustration, trying to wriggle back. I want him back in the same spot. The same. And then he slams against me and I throw my head back in a silent howl. The storm inside my belly breaks and I'm screaming as an orgasm crashes through my body. Shaking, trembling, my back arched. Trying to get away because it's too much. But, oh fucking Christ, I'm still rocking my hips, trying to take more of him. I feel my ass quake as I push hard back. I'm growling with my need. I need more. I NEED. Sparks fly as bone grows from the tips of my fingers, splitting open my fingertips and growing into claws until they scratch the hard ground. I roll my head as my jaw breaks. Bones crack and my skin stretches in front of me. I watch my face expand through watery eyes. I want to howl with pain. Small hairs grow out from my muzzle and I can see my wolf-like nose turn black. My mate. I can smell him behind me and I growl in appreciation. Mate? Mine? That's not right, is it? He's not so painfully tight inside of me now. I feel the muscles inside of my pussy expand to take more of him. Bones pop along my spine and I feel heat all over my body. My hand is expanding. No, my whole arm. Everything is. My milky white skin stretches as muscles develop within. Fur pushes through the skin of my arm. I can feel the heavy hair moving as I slam back against the beast above me. I want his teeth on me again. I want him to cum in me. I want his cum. I spread my legs and start frantically working my hips. Grunting. Groaning. Growling. My mate is above me. No, the... the... mate. My mate. Chuffing. Making this weird sound. He's close. Oh yes. Yes. He's close. I smile with black lips, exposing my fangs. Flesh pushes from the end of my spine and I know my tail is coming. I'm sweating all over, drops of it dripping from my nipples as my change happens. Wet fur pushes through the skin of my back and down my expanding tail. I feel the tail touch my mate as it grows. Sketch Ch. 01 He reaches under me to my lower belly. I cry out and it's almost a barking sound. He's found a nipple where I shouldn't have one. He's gripping my shoulder with one paw while another tweaks at a nipple on my lower belly. While he mates with me. Pounding into me. Fucking me. I want him to cum. I want- Another orgasm hits me and I yelp, snapping at the air with my jaws. Sparks flash in my eyes. I push with legs now bulging with muscle and we tumble, rolling and growling and yipping. It hurts badly when his knot pops out of me. I get to him first and he looks at me with golden eyes and lays still. He tries to talk but I can't understand him. I straddle him. The thick brown fur around my pussy and thighs is soaked with my juices. My arms are longer and incredibly strong so I gingerly reach for my mate's cock. Eagerly, I position him as my tail wags in the air. I sigh as I push myself down on his cock. Leaning forward, my engorged, furry breasts dangle above his muzzle and his long, wolf-like tongue laps at my nipples, sending shivers down my spine. I run a paw down my furry belly, feeling the new little breasts and nipples. All thought goes from my head when my mate pushes up into me. I reflexively push down and he's hitting something else entirely. I moan and rock my ass and hips until I find the right way to work them. My tail swishes against his furry legs and I slowly rock back and forth. I'm playing with my top nipples while my mate pinches my other nipples and it's extraordinary. How did I ever live as a man? I never knew what I was missing. I can sense my orgasm coming now. My mate grabs my hips and he growls something at me. I slam down and howl in pain as I become knotted to him. We rut. We fuck. We mate. Slamming together over and over again, feeling my heavy breasts shaking from the impacts, I ride through two orgasms until my lover... my mate howls. His cock swells within me and I almost pass out. His knot bulges, pressing against my clit and lips and all the sensitive things just inside my opening and I howl with him. The feel of my mate's cum drilling into me makes me want to sing and howl and run and dance. Some new instincts make me push down and clench my muscles. I want it all. I want it all in me as deep as possible. I collapse on him, fur to fur and grip his body with mine as his hot cum from the pointed tip of his cock. His knot blocks any cum from escaping and I feel so full. Finally, finally I feel full and complete. My mate's eventually cock shrinks inside of me and I grin. His knot is still swollen, still holding his cum and a small new part of me hopes it plants seeds. My nipples ache at the thought. Hidden thoughts of cubs nursing at eight breasts swollen with milk. We lie together warm and soft and soaked in sweat and cum. We live in the room. People bring us food. Doctors. Watching us. We fought at first but there's no way out. They won't talk to us. I'm still a woman. We both changed back from the werewolves but I'm still a woman. We talk. We laugh. We make what life that we can in that room. I grow to love him. He's kind. Sex turns to making love. Sometimes we change. Sometimes we stay humans. The change seems to fluctuate. High stress definitely does it. A little after a month, I throw up for the first time. I still hate doing it. The doctors continue to ignore us but I know what's happening. I'm pregnant. I'm scared but Scott (my mate) talks me through it and we watch as my belly slowly expands. The mood swings drive me crazy. I scream at the doctors to bring me food. Salt, Jesus Christ. Salt. And vinegar. They sometimes bring things that taste similar but it's not the same. I scream at Scott and he weathers it well until I'm crying in his arms hours later. Four months after that first day and my belly is stretched. A young woman doctor has taken pity on us. She's left us notes. Instructions. Ideas. We read them away from the few cameras we've spotted. Two weeks later, we escape. Running, changed from the adrenaline, scared that it might hurt the baby. Running and running until we're out. Scott was shot twice but he never faltered. They seemed afraid to shoot me. And now, here I am. Screaming in agony. Changed. Scott changes as he tries to help deliver the baby. His own fear and worries force the beast out and then he does what he can, holding me, licking me. I watch the baby come. The little head crowns and I howl in agony. He's furry and so small. I'm scared of how small he is. I cry inbetween knife-like spasms. He's beautiful. My furry little child. A boy. And still, the pains come. Another child is coming. I can't take it. I can't. I can't take it. It's too much. The pain is too much. I can't. Just let it be- and then my second child is born, mewling and yipping quietly as air touches his umbilical cord. And then a third. And a forth. Three boys, one girl. The third boy was born without fur but the rest were black and brown and mixed. My furry little cubs. Scott butts his head against mine and I lay with my children after gnawing their cords off and cleaning them up. Lapping the liquid and blood and shit from them. I don't care. I'm fucking exhausted and starving. I don't even hesitate at the placenta. All four mewling cubs find an engorged breast and I feed them happily. It's... it's impossible to say what it's like. To have these four babies... my babies... at my breasts. Scott wraps himself around us as our babies nurse. I've never seen a werewolf cry before. Sketch Ch. 02 Chapter 02: Cat Toy Gods are fickle things. Fickle and numerous and given to flights of fancy. Or, sometimes, fits of jealousy. And then, rarely, a god will take interest in our world long enough to assert his or her or its influence on events. Demons fear when a god looks askance at their doings and humans are frail things in comparison. Frail and pliable things. ----- Sandy scanned her computer's monitor as her onscreen character huffed and chuffed, claws at the ready. Bodies lay strewn around her character's form and the semi-pixelated werewolf seemed to look for its own prey as Sandy moved it around the computer generated world. Posters of Chris Hemsworth's Thor and various fantasy representations of Norse gods lined her wall in the dark room. "Sandy!" Her mother yelled from the kitchen. "I swear to god if you don't come to supper, I'm going to flip the breaker for your room!" Sandy sighed and paused her game, saving it just in case something happened. Navigating through the mess of her room, she opened the door and then blinked rapidly in the suddenly light. The young girl followed the clinking of forks and knives on plates until she reached the dining room. Her father arched an eye at her while her mother glared. Sandy sat at the empty spot next to her toddler brother. All right, she told herself. Time for the grilling to- "Did you send off your applications yet?" Sandy's mother asked. "Mom, I told you," the young woman said. "I'm not going to go to college right away. I'm going to Norway. I've been talking to some people online over there and they can let me stay with them. Real people." Her father looked over at her and Sandy added, "Nice people." "Norway," her mother said bluntly. "Yes," Sandy said. "We talked about it. Norway." "Because...?" Her mother asked. Sandy looked from her mother to her father as she chewed bites of her mother's roast. The family's tabby cat rubbed against her leg in hopes she'd drop something. The cat was insane for pot roast and the only reason it wasn't on the table right now was because it still walked funny from the last time it tried to steal a piece of the meat. Sandy kicked the cat away from her. "Because," Sandy replied. "We're descendants of Viki-" Sandy's mother interrupted her daughter. "Jesus help me. If you try to sell me on this stupid Viking crap again, I will cry. I will cry at the dinner table. Is that what you want? Do you want to see your mother cry into her pot roast? Will, back me up, here." "Aw, come on," Sandy's father said. "I don't-" "William." The older woman said. William sighed. "Sandy, come on, your mom is right. We have some Norwegian blood from my great grandfather but that's about it. You need to be on top of your college applications or you're going to get stuck working at McDonald's. And then I won't be able to eat there anymore because I know how you cook. Don't take McDonald's away from me, Sandy. Don't. Please." "Look," Susan's mother said. "Your father and I will be at work tomorrow and Jeremy will be at daycare. If you fill out two applications, we'll take you out to eat. That's all I'm asking. Just fill them out and we'll mail them off and go out to eat. I'm not above bribing you. Don't turn out like me. I had to marry your father so I could go back to school and we both know how that turned out." "Hey!" William exclaimed. "You said you loved me for my eyes." "Yes, dear. And your money. All right, Sandy?" Sandy put her fork down on her empty plate and then sighed. "Okay. I'll fill them out. Can I go now, please?" Standing, Sandy left as her mother called out behind her. "And don't spend the whole damn day playing that Skyworld!" "Skyrim, mom!" Sandy yelled back. The family's cat, Darwin, darted out of her father's study as she passed. Biting back a curse, she kicked at the little cat and then yelped when it struck at her with its claws. "You little jerk! I'm bleeding!" The young girl closed her door and sat back in her bed. She toyed with her blond hair as she daydreamed. Huge, stupidly muscled Viking men in armor with their robust women by their sides. The women held their own weapons, scowling at distant enemies. She was one of those women. Only she had no man with her. She stood alone. Tough. Fierce. A leader of the village with her long, blond hair tied in a single, thick braid. Lines of rock hard muscles stood from her book as she roared in defiance- "Honey?" Her mom's voice called out. "I forgot to mention. I asked Brad to come over and help you with your applications." Sandy groaned. "Brad? Seriously, mom? He's such a ... such a ... nerd." "I don't think they call them nerd these days, honey. Anyway, he's already been accepted so he can help. Just remember, teen pregnancy is on the rise and you have to marry the man that knocked you up so don't make any...nerd babies." "Gross!" Sandy yelled out. "I'm just-" "GROSS! Bye!" Sandy answered. The girl closed her eyes, conjuring the remote ancient Viking village. She was yelling her challenge and the... the... "Ugh." Sandy sat up and went to her desk. Can't freakin' concentrate now. Great. Brad. College. I don't need this crap. She sat at her desk and stared at her paused game but she couldn't work up the energy to play it. Instead, she grabbed the small bobble head Thor figurine and tapped at it, watching the little head wave back and forth. And then she stood again. She felt anxious and restless and bothered by things. Grabbing the little Thor figurine, she went back to her bed and lay down with it. Curled on her side, she tapped it, watching it wave back and forth. Her pupils dilated as it moved and she slowly reached a hand out to it. Slowly her hand reached until it was directly over the tiny figure. Suddenly, she struck, smacking it. The small Thor rolled across her bed and she watched it roll under her blanket. Her ears twitched as her eyes widened even further. Sandy backed up on her hands and knees. Her eyes never left the area where the figure lay. Watching. Waiting. Finally, her eyes shrunk and she blinked. Huh. That was weird. Sandy dug the little figure out from beneath her blankets. Sitting it beside her bed, she stretched her arms up with a yawn. "Nnngh, that was good." The young woman went to her hand and stretched her upper body in a half yoga pose, groaning as her muscles stretched. Her docked smartphone's dim clock read a little past 7 pm but a sudden sleepiness settled into her. Yawning and stretching again, Sandy lay on her side in a ball and slept. Minutes later, the shadow of a large cat crept through the young woman's room. It slunk from shadow to shadow until it reached Sandy's window. With a strike of its intangible black paw, the curtains flipped open, exposing the room to silver moonlight. The strange cat opened its eyes and they glowed deep blue. It vanished in the sudden flare of a passing car's lights. Under the moon, Sandy groaned. Cartilage moved in her ear as it reshaped to slight points, shifting and moving until they were no longer rounded. The young girl's eyes fluttered open and the moonlight shined on circular pupils collapsing into vertical ovals. Her body twitched as the moon sang to her. Small dreams of tiny moving things danced through her mind. Her foot kicked as her hand shuddered and a quiet chatter escaped her lips. The chatter of a cat stalking a bird. Sandy stretched awake to look at her phone. The small blue digits told her it was after midnight and she felt oddly well rested. The girl sat up and stretched again. Should I play video games? No, takes too long. That next quest is massive. Am I hungry? She left the room and then stopped just outside her door. Darwin's tail flicked from the next room. The small cat was laying inside the study and she watched as the tip of its tail jumped and moved. It was somehow mesmerizing and her oval eyes opened completely. The house was well lit and she didn't even notice that only a faint night light illuminated the house. She couldn't look away from the tail. It... it... Sandy got down on her hands and knees, lowering her face to the carpet. I'll show that fucker. I'll scare it for once. Always jumping out on me when I'm not looking. Trying to scare me. My turn now, you little bastard. With your little tail moving and moving and moving and moving and... The girl pounced with a silent yell, landing with a soft thump. Her hand touched the cat's tail and the cat jumped, hissing and spitting at her. Sandy laughed as the other cat stalked away from her. Her father's snoring stopped and Sandy froze as her slightly pointed ears twitched. When the man began snoring again, she grinned and then licked at an itch she had on the back of her hand. Unseen to her eyes, tiny blond hairs pushed through the back of her hand. She licked at them again and her rough tongue scratched luxuriously against the skin, easing the itch. Sandy stood and walked to the kitchen. Digging and nosing through everything, she finally settled on some bread. Should I go to the gym? I need to run around, maybe hit the treadmill or elliptical. Lift some weights. Do something. I'm fucking energized. Oh, no, dad would be furious. No. I can't go. But, god, I need to do something. I have all this energy and... oh. No, I think... I think... Sandy stretched, mewling as little bones popped in her back. The young girl licked the crumbs obsessively from her hands and then made her way back to her room. Her body felt heavy and tired and she slumped against her bed, rolling and stretching until she settled into her small spot she'd worn into the bed. The doorbell rang and Sandy hissed at the sound. Sunlight streamed through her window. She found herself in a crouch on her bed, warily looking towards the front door. A faint voice called out to her from outside. "Sandy? It's Brad! Your mom said I should come over and give you a hand. Are you there?" Shit, she thought. I forgot he was coming. Shit. I'll just hide here and he'll go away. He won't come in. He won't. "I'm coming in," the boy yelled. "Your mom gave me a key. Said you might be sleeping!" "You fucking cunt," Sandy said out loud. She lowered herself to her hands and knees and slunk from her bed and into the corner. She felt safer her and she stared at the doors. Her ears shifter further, pushing through the blond hair of her head as they lengthened. Beautiful green cat's eyes scanned the room, looking for exits in case he came in. When her hand itched, she brought it to her face and licked at it, grumbling at how good it felt. Tongue rasped against skin as she licked and then she rubbed her wet hand against her sore ears. Sandy stopped. Brad was inside and looking around, walking from room to room until he stopped outside of hers. "Sandy?" The boy called out. He knocked and Sandy crouched lower. The door opened and the boy peeked in. "Hey, there you-" Sandy jumped to her bed. She had the sudden urge to lash out at him and then run past but she paused. He was pretty big. Maybe I can reach the closet. I just need to- "Are you okay? What's wrong with your eyes. Hey, are you okay?" The boy reached for her face and she tried to pull back. But then, his hand touched her cheek and something went out of her. His hand felt warm and her face was itching. She rubbed herself against him, purring in her throat as she pushed the itchy spots of her skin against his rougher hand. Blond hairs sprouted from her cheeks and she pushed harder. This is awesome. Oh man. Feels good. I... Oh. Oh. Wow. Little sparks of electricity ran from her face down to her vagina and Sandy moaned. The boys finger tips scratched against her soft, furry cheek and it almost felt like the few times she played with her nipples. "Hey, what's going on? Why... oh man. Oh man. You have... you have fur!" Sandy adjusted her head to rub her lips and teeth against the young man's fingers. Her gums itched and she wanted him to scratch her. Sandy's four canine teeth pushed through her gums and she groaned as they crowded her other teeth. She grabbed the boy's free hand and made him scratch at the other side of her face before he jerked both hands away. Brad reached for the door but Sandy closed it before he could. "Sandy, holy shit. Something is wrong. You... this..." The boy backed up and Sandy followed him. On hands and knees, licking her darkening lips, she crawled to him. She felt her nipples harden against her sleeping shirt and she moaned, twining herself around the boy. Fur ran up the side of her face to cover her pointed ears. Sandy tried to go between the boy's legs but found she was too tall. Instead, she found herself face-to-face with his crotch. The girl looked up, smiling. Her black lips pulled up slightly and then pushed forward as her face expanded. Sandy moaned and butted against the man's crotch, easing her own pain as she rubbed him with her face. She smelled him. She smelled his penis and a purr sounded in her throat. When she pulled away, her face was a furry, short muzzle. Thick white whiskers pushed through the skin and fur above her lips and she licked at them. "I... I..." The boy stuttered. Sandy stood and leaned into the boy's ear. All thoughts of Viking strength and dominance fled as she whispered in an odd stunted breath, "Can I kiss you, Brad?" "Y... Y... y..." Sandy held the boy's face gently with her hands. She leaned forward, ears twitching as she blushed and then she kissed him. Her black lips opened and her rough tongue touched the boy's lips. He opened for her and she rumbled in her throat as their tongues worked against each other. Brad's hands awkwardly caressed her back and a real purr vibrated through her body. More blond fur grew down her neck and back and the feeling of him scratching and itching at her made her wet. Sandy broke away, breathless. Her fingers dipped into the back of the boy's pants and she massaged his skinny ass. Slowly, gently, she pulled him toward her bed. When her legs touched the edge, she sat and leaned back. Nipples pressed against the soft fabric of her sleeping shirt and then pushed further as her breasts swelled. Sandy leaned her head back and moaned, opening her legs as the skin of her breasts stretched, straining the small buttons holding the shirt together. Brad could see the girl's tits through the gaps created by her growing tits and he moaned in his own need. When two buttons popped off, Sandy's breasts practically spilled out. She slowly undid the last three buttons and then shrugged off the shirt, exposing herself completely. Soft blond fur was expanding from above the waistband of her pants. She reached a hand down and massaged at the area. "Brad," she moaned. "Please." The boy knelt before her. Sandy pushed at her pants and the boy pulled until she was completely naked. He could smell her pussy from where he knelt. Her cute, small pussy was nearly hidden behind a forest of short, blond fur. "Your mouth, Brad. Here." The girl pointed at her pussy lips. As she did, the skin at the tips of her fingers split bloodlessly. Thick white sheaths pressed out through the tips of her fingers. Confused but utterly horny, the young man bent to the woman's vagina and licked at her. Her thick, clear juice barely had a taste but what was there was delicious and she moaned above him. With her hand on the back of his head in encouragement, Brad bent closer. Pressing his thumbs against her furry pussy lips, he spread her open , marveling at the wet pinkness inside her furry hole. He licked her inside and the girl mewled above him. Brad winced in pain as five sharp points dig lightly into his scalp, Sandy's claws coming out of their sheaths. Still, he couldn't stop himself from sucking and licking at the girl's wetness. Looking up, he saw six small pink dots push from her stomach in two rows. Flesh slowly moved and twisted until those dots turned into small pink nipples. The skin around the nipples puckered and then swelled until they were small breasts. On a whim, the boy leaned forward and kissed one of the lower breasts. The nipple hardened in his mouth and he nursed from it, sucking it over and over. Sandy purred in her throat, leaning back on both hands as Brad sucked at her new tit. The fur continued to creep up her belly, sprouting from softening skin until it reached the bottom of her engorged upper breasts. Slowly, the fur crept up her breasts, covering them in short blond fur. She twisted a nipple and then moaned when she felt it deep inside her pussy. The young girl gently pushed Brad away and went to her hands and knees in front of him. Her furry ass was open to him and he could see her small butt hole above her soaked pussy. The fur of her back was thickening, growing out into inches of thick blond and white fur. Unable to help himself, he dug his fingers into the silky fur and the girl arched her back. The smell from her pussy became stronger. "Put... Put claws into me. Take. Me." Sandy felt flush and hot and disoriented. Thoughts of cocks filling her mouth and ass and pussy took over every other thought she had. She knew there was a male in the room and she need him to mount her. She flexed, pushing her ample chest down to the ground to entice him, offering herself to him. The human side opened her soft, furry thighs wider. Brad stripped quickly and wasted no time in pressing his cock against her wetness. Sandy was making a peculiar half-yowlilng noise that was growing louder and louder. Darwin scratched frantically at the closed door. Inbetween the odd sound, Sandy repeated 'Brad' over and over again, wriggling her hips at him in hopes he'd quench the burning need between her thighs. She needed a male in her. She needed to be fucked. Nothing else mattered to her. Not food. Not family. Not games. Not college. Not school. Nothing except for a male to put his cock into her. The boy pressed the head of his cock against Sandy's pussy and she became utterly still as her claws flexed out of her fingers. She winced in pain as he opened her, taking her virginity. She pressed her furry face into her bed to hide her tears at the pain of him entering her. And still it wasn't enough. The fire in her belly needed him and the pain was burned away from it. "Oh, fuck, Sandy. Fuck. You feel so amazing. You feel so good." Good, her simple mind said. Good. She was proud to feel good for him. Proud that he liked how she felt. She clenched her fists and the blankets and sheets tore. Hot pussy juice ran down her furry thighs as he pushed deeper into her. Sandy gasped and purred and mewled as the pain melted away. The boy pulled back and she moaned again. He held her hips, fingers deep in her fur and she smiled. She wanted his claws deep in her flesh, holding her in place. Fur at the base of her spine moved as bones and flesh grew inch-by-inch into a thick tail as the boy slowly rocked in and out of her. "I can't... Sandy, I'm sorry but I can't..." Sandy's tail wrapped lovingly around the boy's waist and he jerked, spilling his seed into her. His eager cock swelled and she yowled as it flooded her tight little cunt. His cum spurted from between her furry pussy lips and the boy gasped from the sudden sensitivity. "I... I..." Sandy pulled off of him and then pulled him down to her body. The boy was sweating and gasping for breath as she stroked him with her soft hands. "I'm sorry. I never had sex before. Did you? Did you cum? I'm sorry." Sandy pulled him against her large, furry chest and he stroked her back in response. She arched her back, purring loudly as his fingernails dug into her soft flesh and they fell asleep in each other's embrace. When Sandy awake, she felt Brad in her arms. She was human again and lying in the warmth of the afternoon sun. Slightly pointed ears twitched and she took in the scent of the boy's cum between her legs. She smiled as she scissored her legs together, still slightly sticky from his excitement. Why would I ever think of Vikings? She wondered. Violent things like that. Softer thoughts filled her head as she stroked the young man in her arms. Sketch Ch. 02 In the corner of the room, the shadow of a cat shifted, smiled and vanished. Sketch Ch. 03 Tracy stood beside her small booth and watched as her classmates walked by. Most of the other students ignored her but a few looked at her signs and laughed before walking away. "Abstinence is the only answer," the small girl said to no one in particular. "We need to value our bodies and save ourselves for our husbands and wives. Join the pledge to save yourselves for marriage. I have shirts and promise bracelets so you can show your support for-" A young freshman couple stopped in front of her booth and Tracy smiled at them. They looked up at the large 'ABSTINENCE!' banner above her stand and the simple 'Abstinence is the only answer' t-shirt Tracy wore. "Would either of you like a bracelet? They're free." The boy looked at his girlfriend and then laughed. "Nah. I already sinned and we plan to sin some more tonight in the car. But if I can use this to convince my girl that butt sex doesn't count then I'm all in." "Ew!" The boy's girlfriend said, slugging him in the arm. "I'm not letting you put it in my ass. Come on, you're embarrassing me." Tracy watched the couple go as a blush crept up her neck. You both think you're so funny, she thought. It won't be so funny on judgment day when God looks on your soul and sees how you've tainted yourself. More students passed and Tracy continued the spiel for her cause. Never once did anyone actually stop to ask for a bracelet or one of the pamphlets that talked about the dangers of premarital sex but she knew her duty and she stood strong. As the afternoon wore on and the stream of students leaving the school dwindled away, another freshman sat on the wall next to her. "I never understood why you do this kind of stuff, Trace," the young man said. "Do what, Jeremy?" Tracy asked as she scanned the crowd for any potential. "This. This stuff. Trying to get people to not have sex or go to church and all that. I mean, what do you care?" Tracy sighed. "Seriously? No offense, Jeremy, but you're the last person I'd try to explain it to." With a short laugh, Jeremy answered, "Hey, I might be an atheist but I'm not an asshole. And I'm curious about people anyway. So, seriously, why? I won't make fun of you if you tell me." Tracy shaded her eyes to look at the man sitting nearby. "Because, Jeremy. I think it's important to spread His word. I'd love to see every single one of my classmates and friends and family in heaven. I think it's dumb that they'd waste the little time we have here in order to spend eternity in hell. That's why." "Ah," Jeremy nodded. "So you're one of them. A true believer. I'm kind of surprised. I mean, I knew you were religious but I didn't know you were an evangelist. Doesn't it ever bother you that people make fun of you for it?" "No. If it were easy then I wouldn't need to be out here. I don't care if they laugh or make fun or ignore me. I'll keep trying until someone listens. Even if one-" "Hey Tracy," a new voice called out. Jeremy and Tracy watched as the small college's quarterback walked up. The young man, a junior, had come from the same high school as the other two. "Hey Jeremy." Jeremy nodded with a grimace. "Spencer. Hey." "I'm having my birthday party tonight. You two coming? My parents are going to go out so there's going to be booze and shit." "No, I most certainly won't be going," the young woman answered. "Even if there wasn't going to be alcohol. I've heard what goes on at those parties." "Hey," Spencer replied. "Lighten up, would ya? We're just having fun. It's tonight at 8 at my place." The young man looked up at Tracy's banner and grinned. "You know, Tracy, I don't think you have to worry about not having sex. I mean, you kind of look like a guy anyway." Jeremy pushed himself down from the wall. "You're a fucking douche, Spencer. Leave her alone." "Ohh, scary," the larger man said with a falsetto voice. "Anyway, tonight at my place. Bring your own shit if you want to. Hey, Bella! Wait up!" Jeremy and Tracy watched as Spencer ran off after his girlfriend. "What a prick," Jeremy said. "Don't worry. With your grades, you'll be a CEO somewhere or wherever and he'll end up flipping burgers." "No," Tracy said. "He'll work for his dad's construction company and end up owning it so he'll do okay, I'm sure." "Well, okay, there's that. Privileged asshole. He'll probably run it into the ground anyway. Hey, I'm out of here. Good luck with your stuff, yeah?" Tracy nodded without watching the other man leave. With Jeremy gone and the school mostly empty, the young woman decided to take down her booth. She stored the borrowed folding table back in the school's supply room and then packed everything else in a large duffle bag. The entire walk back to her house she was lost in thought. She'd lied to Jeremy and that bothered her a lot. Contrary to what she'd said, she was weary of it all. Nobody ever listened to her. She'd been very close with her best friend back in high school and they both went to church together and read Bible passages and hung out but, eventually, the other girl found a boyfriend and moved on. She wondered that if even someone like her friend could be so easily convinced to sin, how could others be convinced to turn away from it? At home, Tracy found a small note: Your father and I are out at a soup kitchen and then we'll be off to a prayer meeting. There's leftover meatloaf in the fridge. Don't wait up! The girl sighed. Lately, her parents had been gone an awful lot. More and more she felt lonely both at home and at school. No friends and her parents always seemed to be off at a new meeting or event. Sometimes they'd take her but most times they'd leave before she got home. I guess that's what a pastor's supposed to do, though, she thought. I just wish they'd let me go, too. Or be home more. The young woman said her prayers over dinner and then ate in silence. Afterwards, she sat in her room. There was no television in the house and her parent's computer had a password on it. She'd read all of her books several times and she was a week ahead on her schoolwork. The thought of re-reading the Bible for the thousandth time made her tired and then that thought made her feel guilty. She was restless and she didn't know why. Tired and worn out and bored and upset over the events from earlier. There's not even a good reason for it, she told herself. Just dumb comments made by a stupid boy. Tracy sat up and grabbed her keys and left. The bus stop near her house was empty and the young girl sat with her ankles crossed and her back straight as she waited. The sun warmed her back as she thought of her plans for the future. Missionary work and then finding a husband to support. Just like her mom did. And children. More than one because she hated being an only child. Not that it was her mother's fault - it was a huge strain on her to have one child and the doctors said she was extraordinarily lucky just to have the one. It was God's blessing, no doubt. She'd also decided she would home school her children. She would rather save her children from the stress and temptations she'd found at public school. When the bus arrived, she used her bus pass and then sat, continuing her daydreams. She smiled at the thought of four or five little kids running around the house while she cleaned and raised them. Five little perfect cherubs listening to her with wide eyes while her husband relaxed from a hard day at the office or wherever he worked. They'd all go to church on Sunday in their best clothes and every night they'd have a little family Bible time. And, of course, she'd start a women's group and help with the community when she had time. Tracy stood as the bus squeaked to a stop near the mall. She thanked the driver and told him to have a blessed day and then she made her way into the huge building. The mall was a guilty pleasure of hers and one she didn't often indulge in. For the first part, she sat and people-watched. She smiled at the young children and the older couples that walked past and her eyes strayed to the ring finger on any passing young couple. Nearly all of them were unwed and she felt sad for them. And, yet, a small part of her felt even more alone. She hadn't dared try to date anyone in high school. Her father forbid it and she understood why as most guys in her classes seemed obsessed with sex. She still blushed at the accidentally overheard conversations about masturbation and penises and vaginas. It was sickening. And it meant that she spent the majority of her time focusing on her schoolwork away from everyone else. The girls were barely better and seemed obsessed with makeup and clothes and the latest pop star or movie star and other vapid things. Tracy stood to walk around, letting her mind wander as she did. She felt glad that she was small and didn't stand out. None of the boys bothered her much. She wore loose clothing and she wasn't as well... developed as most of the other girls seemed to be. She was small and mousey and well hidden and that suited her just- "Excuse me, sir," a voice said from her left. Tracy looked at the man next to her as she moved out of his way. He was impeccably dressed in a black suit with a dark gray tie. His hair was slicked back and he had a round, innocent face. As he looked back at her, he placed a hand on his chest. "Oh my... I'm terribly sorry. I thought you were a young man for a moment. I'm very, very sorry, miss." Tracy grimaced. "It happens. Don't worry about it." The man continued to look over the young girl over and she squirmed slightly under his appraisal. "Can I help you with something?" She finally asked. "I was just," the young man paused. "I hope you don't think me impertinent but I was just thinking that it was a shame for a beauty such as yours to hidden." "My beauty? Are you making fun of me?" Tracy asked. The man's face hardened. "No, miss. I would never dream of it. And I work in a clothing store that deals with women so I would consider myself a good judge of a woman's character. Surely you've noticed? Surely your man has told you how attractive you are and encouraged it." Tracy's face reddened. "I don't have a boyfriend and... and... anyway, it's not your business. I... You're not the first person to say I look like a boy." The girl looked shyly up at the salesman. "Do I really look pretty? Nobody has told me that before." "Yes," he assured her. "You are quite a pretty girl. Enough so that I'm surprised to hear that you have no boyfriend. You're quite a catch, if you don't mind me saying so." "I'm saving myself," she told the man proudly. "Ahh... I see. How wondrous for you. Still..." When the man didn't continue, Tracy prompted him. "Still, what?" She asked. "Well," he continued. "If you hide your beauty away until you decide you're ready to find someone then how will you be able to attract their attention?" "I... I..." Tracy stuttered. "He'll see how intelligent and pure I am and how faithful to the Lord. I'll win his heart with that." The girl subconsciously touched on the pure white promise bracelet around her right wrist. The man fixed Tracy with a pitying look. "I see. You are quite young and I mean no offense for that. But... what will you do when there are other women of similar virtue? Women that have experience in flaunting their natural qualities?" It had never occurred to Tracy that her future husband may look for qualities other than the purity of her heart and this new thought filled her with dread. "Well, but, any husband of mine wouldn't be interested in superficial things like that." "Superficial?" The man asked. Placing one hand under the opposite elbow, he tapped his lip with his free hand. "My dear, I think the nature of the thing escapes you. You hide yourself away physically and your confidence suffers. If your confidence wanes, you may never get a chance to approach the man you desire. What my store offers is not superficiality but a way to show the world who you truly are. The clothing and makeup and undergarments allow you to express yourself further." Tracy blinked. She'd somehow walked into the man's store while they were talking and she now found herself in the middle of lace panties and frilly bras. Her cheeks burned with embarrassment and she couldn't find a place to put her eyes without touching upon something sexual. "Here," the man said, taking her elbow. "Let me show you a few things. I'll bring you to our makeup section." Tracy followed the man in a daze, too ashamed to say anything. A small part of her wondered whether he was right. What harm was there in making yourself noticed? The man was an encyclopedia full of information on the various uses of makeup and how the smallest of touches could completely alter someone's perception. They walked away from the area with two tiny kits. When the two reached the bra section, Tracy balked. "No. No way," she said. "Why not?" The man asked. "I can kind of understand makeup but there's no way I need a... a... bra like any of these." "When I first met you, I accidentally thought you were a boy. You then told me I wasn't the first to do it. You are a woman and you should embrace your womanhood. You should stand tall and be proud of who you are and what you're capable of doing. You plan to have children, yes?" "I... yes," Trace admitted. "Will you bottle feed them? I think not. Will you nurse them?" Tracy's cheeks felt like they were on fire. "I really don't think that's-" "Will you hide yourself away to do it? You are a woman and you should not be ashamed of who you are. God gave you breasts to nurse your children. You should be proud of them, not hiding them away." The man laid his hand on Tracy's upper arm and then continued. "Any man that wants children will want to know his wife is capable of giving their babies enough to eat. Would you want him to see you and worry that you're incapable of providing for your children?" "I..." He seemed so reasonable when he put it like that and she had a hard time finding her arguments. She wanted to be able to nurse every one of her children. She sometimes pictured herself sitting with a babe in her arms while her children played at her feet. Would her husband be disappointed in her if it was a bottle she had in her hand with their child? Would he worry about having more children and whether she was capable of it? Wait... she wasn't finished growing, was she? Her breasts cold still develop, right? She didn't have to worry about it so much... did she? Tracy tried to remember her biology lessons and the little she'd heard from other people but all she could see were her female classmates with their cleavage. It wasn't fair. "It's not fair," the man told her, his voice low and seemingly just for her. "All of those girls are doing the same thing. You turned eighteen seven months ago and you'll not grow any bigger. See this here? It's a pushup bra and I will tell you that all of the girls in your class are wearing them. And, it's not just for school. As you get older, the women will continue to wear them. Men will stare and lust after them and you'll not get a second look. You'll be alone and childless and no man will want you." No, she thought through the buzz in her head and heat in her cheeks. It's not fair. I'm... I'm a good person! My husband just has to get to know me and he'll see that. He just... he has to see me first... It's not fair... Tracy reached for the white padded bra on the stand next to her. The man smiled beatifically at her when she held it to her chest. Touching her elbow, the man guided her to the front of the store. "I think you'll be very pleased with your purchases," the man said. "Thank you," Trace replied with vacant eyes. "No," the man insisted. "Thank you. I thought this would be more difficult. Enjoy them well, Tracy." Tracy blinked as the bus hit a pothole. In her lap she had the nondescript bag from the store. When did I...? I can't remember buying them. How did I get on the bus? The girl didn't have much time to consider what happened as her bus pulled to a stop near her home. Still in a daze, she thanked the bus driver and got off. Back home, Tracy stood shirtless in front of her mirror. Her face was red but not from embarrassment. She felt shame. The man was right, she decided. I am small. No man would see me for anything more than a boy and certainly not for having children. The woman cupped her meager breasts and they fit within her warm hands. Her small pink nipples were almost at small as her father's nipples and with the man's words filling her head, she wondered how in the world her babies could ever find them to suck at them. Carefully, Tracy put the new bra under her breasts. Reaching back awkwardly, she touched the hooks to the first row of clasps. And then moved to the second. And then the third. And then finally, she hooked the fourth row of clasps on her narrow chest. Tracy's breasts rested on the cushions of the bra and for a moment, she didn't know what to do. Finally she realized that she needed to adjust them for the effect to take home. Reaching in for a breast, she pushed and pulled until the bra sat comfortably on her body. Once finished, the young woman turned left and right to admire the effect. It looks like I have cleavage now. Like I have actual breasts. This isn't so bad, she told herself. I'm just making it even. I know I can nurse babies. I know my breasts will fill with milk. I just need my husband to see it. To not write me off. Gosh, I even feel more confident about it. I wonder... The young woman grabbed her discarded shirt and she put it on. Her breasts pushed out further against the shirt and she smiled at herself. Biting her lip and blushing, she pulled down at the bottom of the shirt and the smooth skin of her breasts appeared in the plunging neckline. "Oh, gosh." Tracy repeated. "Now, what did he say about the makeup?" Tracy said out loud. Whispered thoughts came to her mind, guiding her hand as she applied fine strokes of paint to her face. A fine line here. A bit of color there. Some redness over there... Tracy looked at herself in surprise. She looked subtly different. More feminine. "Oh. Wow. I can't even see the makeup." The woman unconsciously played with the light gray bracelet around her wrist as she admired herself in the mirror. Beneath her bra, the flesh around Tracy's nipples thickened and her nipples grew in size, pressing against the bra and then back into her small breasts. The soft, milky white flesh darkened around the nipples as her areola nearly doubled in size. The girl adjusted her bra without realizing what was happening. "Huh," she said. "All dressed up and nowhere-" Tracy looked over at her simple bedside clock. ----- Spencer opened the door and then looked down slightly. "Oh, hey. Tracy. I didn't think you'd come. Hey, did you put makeup on or something? You're looking good. Come on in. Almost everyone is already here. Did you bring anything?" "No," Tracy answered shyly. "Aight. Just come in and don't break anything, okay? And don't get wasted unless you can get a ride home." "I don't drink so that's okay. I just thought I'd get out for once. I'll be in the corner so you won't even see me." Spencer nodded, already looking past her. "Cool, cool. Come on in." Tracy looked around the huge living room, wincing through the noise of the booming speakers. The air throbbed with bass and the main area was full of kids dancing and grinding on each other. The young woman made her way through the room, apologizing as she bumped people. Finally, she found the corner. To her surprise, Jeremy sat on the edge of an empty couch. Sketch Ch. 03 Well," Jeremy said. "Holy shit. I didn't expect to see you here tonight." "Please don't curse like that," Tracy said. "It's rude." "Ah, right, right. Have a seat. You want anything? I'm just sitting and watching. I love coming to these to see how stupid people can get. And, let me tell you, they can get pretty fu- dang stupid." "No, I don't- Actually, yes, please. But just juice, no alcohol." Jeremy grinned. "You've found the one safe person in the entire party. Pro-tip: The grape is the alcoholic juice. The red is non-alcoholic. Be right back." Tracy looked through the room as she sat with her ankles crossed. Everyone was standing in groups or as couples or out dancing. And the way they danced... Tracy blushed. Everyone was so well dressed and pretty. After her encounter with the salesman, she found her eyes drawn to the faces and chests of the women around her. He had to be right about the pushup bra because almost every single woman had a huge amount of cleavage. She caught the boys staring hard and now she knew the man was telling the truth. Of course they'd look. I mean, look how soft and big their breasts are. Put on display like that, how could they not look? No wonder they talk about sex so much. With a quick glance around the room, Tracy gave her shirt two quick little tugs. Her own meager cleavage showed through the top of her shirt and she smiled in triumph. Jeremy returned and her smile widened when his eyes flicked to her chest before moving back up to her face. "You doing okay?" Jeremy asked. "Yeah. I'm doing great, actually. I have to admit that I've never gone to a party before. It's really lively. Oh, thanks for the drink!" Tracy's gray bracelet fell lower on her arm as she reached for the cup of red juice. "Okay, cool. How's your stuff going? The, umm, abstinence stuff. Did you get any takers?" Tracy turned to the young man with a puzzled look. "Abstinence?" "Yeah. The... your booth." "My...? The... oh, right. My booth today. But what's 'abstinence'?" "Are you fuc- kidding me right now?" Tracy cocked her head to the side. "No, seriously. What is it?" "It's... come on, that's not funny. You know, not having sex before marriage. That stuff." "Oh! Ohhh! Abstinence. Right. What a funny word." Tracy giggled as she drank her juice. Her thin reddened lips swelled slightly as she drank and when she pulled the glass away, her lips were plump and slightly pouty. "I like the juice." "Yeah, it's good. So that's a no then? Nobody interested?" Tracy turned back to Jeremy and smiled. Behind her now full lips, her one crooked tooth twisted slightly, straightening in line with the rest of her teeth. "Interested in what?" "The... Jesus. The abstinence stuff." Jeremy frowned. "Sorry, didn't mean to say that. Jesus, I mean." Tracy giggled again. "Oh, it's okay." She turned back to the crowd. Her dull, short brown hair lightened minutely until it shined beneath the few lights above her. New silky strands slowly pushed from her head as her hair grew an inch to touch her shoulders. The young girl scratched at her thigh as she hummed mindlessly to herself. Fingernails previously kept short pushed forward until the scratching of perfectly shaped nails on the fabric of her jeans made her wiggle slightly. Uncrossing her legs, Tracy leaned over closer to Jeremy. "I like the music!" She shouted. "Y... yeah. Me, too." The boy looked down at Tracy's chest as she bent over. He could see the slight curve of her boob. "Hey, you sure you're okay?" When he looked back up, she was staring right at him, smiling. "I'm... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" Tracy kneeled on the couch and then crawled slowly to Jeremy. Her beautiful brown hair flowed around her as she pressed her cheek against Jeremy's cheek. "Can I confess something to you," she asked. "Y... yes." Jeremy gulped. "I've never kissed a boy. Can I? Can I kiss you?" Jeremy shivered. The way she breathed tickled at his ear and drove him wild. He nearly jumped when Tracy's lip touched his earlobe. She felt so warm this close to him and she smelled amazing. He could feel his dick pressing against the front of his pants. "Do... do you want to?" He asked. "Oh, yes," Tracy moaned in Jeremy's ear. "Yes, I do." The girl smiled widely, showing off her now perfect, dazzling white teeth through juicy red lips. She placed her well-manicured hand on Jeremy's chest and then leaned forward. Their lips met and Jeremy's mouth ran dry. She smelled even more amazing now. Tracy kissed him as if she had all the time in the world. With her free hand, she pulled Jeremy's hand to her chest. Jeremy automatically gripped at Tracy's breast. He could feel the padding of her bra but he didn't care. He felt the blood in his ears and he opened his mouth to Tracy. She moaned against his lips as her own wet tongue explored his mouth. Tracy pulled back and then moved, straddling Jeremy's lap. She leaned next to his ear again. "I feel you against me, Jeremy. You feel good. You feel really good." "I... Oh Jesus, Tracy. I didn't-" "Nnngh," the girl answered, biting her lip. The flesh above Tracy's jeans pressed hard on the band of her pants as her ass swelled. Fabric stretched and she groaned as her ass filled the pants to bursting. The front of her crotch ripped slightly and she sighed at the small release. Tracy's bracelet turned dark gray and she gasped. Unheard by their ears, metal whined as it stretched. The hooks of Tracy's bras bent under the sudden pressure of Tracy's breasts expanding. More fatty tissue and lobules grew in beneath the skin of her breasts and they pushed out until the bra strap snapped. Tracy moaned at the feeling of the bra breaking against her skin. Jeremy's eager mouth found hers and they kissed until Tracy pulled away again. Tracy's shirt pushed out under her swelling breasts and, with barely a thought to the people around her, Tracy pulled the bottom of the shirt up and over her head. Her small pushup bra fell to her lap, exposing her growing bosom. Thoughts slipped from Jeremy's mind as his hormones raged. Tracy's nipples were hard and erect and beautifully pink. He took one of the fat nipples in his mouth and Tracy cooed to him from above as he sucked at her. "Jeremy, my pants. Undo my pants, honey." Tracy's dulcet voice said. The young man wasted no time in undoing the button of the straining pants and he was rewarded with a soft sigh from Tracy. "That's my good boy," she told him. Guiding his hands, she brought them to her rear and he shoved them under the waistband of her loose jeans, massaging the soft flesh of her still expanding ass. When he accidentally bit Tracy's nipple, she bucked and sucked in her breath. And then she pressed him harder against her tit in encouragement. Jeremy's head moved back as Tracy's breasts grew to a double-d. Slowly, the young man reached a finger down to find Tracy's asshole. He looked up at her with her nipple in his mouth. Tracy's face was radiant and blissful. He pressed the tip of his finger against her asshole and the young woman moaned. Slowly he worked the tip of his finger back and forth until he felt her open. She gasped when the tip of his finger entered her. "But... but... that's my ass... Jeremy... oh God. Oh God that feels amazing. More. More finger, please. Deeper in me." The girl moaned. Jeremy pushed deeper as he wriggled his finger back and forth. "Tracy, I want you to talk more. I love hearing a woman talk dirty. Tell me things." "But... ohhh... but, what?" "Tell me you're my whore," the boy said. "Tell me you're my dirty slut." "Oohhhh... I... I... will you... oh God. Oh God, Jeremy. Will you fuck me if I do that for you?" "Yes," the boy hissed through clenched teeth. Tracy lifted her heavy, full breasts. Her black bracelet was a counterpoint to the beautiful white skin of her soft body. She felt the heft of her breasts and a slight ache in her back as they continued to grow into h-cups. "I... I want you to... Oh sweet Jesus. I'm your dirty whore, Jeremy," she whispered. "I want you to put your... your cock in me. I want to be your good girl. I want you to tell me I'm your good girl when I spread my legs for you. It feels so good inside, Jeremy. It feels amazing. I've never touched myself but now I... I... Please oh god please please I need you inside of me. Please." Going to her knees, Tracy worked her pants down over the soft flesh of her expanded hips, exposing her glistening pussy to the multicolored lights of the room around them. Jeremy pulled his own pants down and his cock throbbed in the air. Tracy stopped when she looked down. She could see the clear liquid on the tip of Jeremy's cock. She knew what it was called but it was hard to think. She wanted to giggle and fuck and... and... She needed to be fucked but she couldn't resist touching the young man's cock. Something inside of her pushed her to do it and she barely resisted. He wasn't large but it was her cock. She made him hard and he wanted her and that was all that mattered. Bending over, exposing her engorged pussy lips to the room, she deep throated Jeremy's cock. Easily taking the length of him with a throat that no longer had a gag reflex, she sucked and bobbed on him until she felt him gripping her thick, long brown hair. Jeremy grunted and tensed and filled Tracy's mouth with his cum. Tracy moaned at the taste that flooded her. Electricity flared along her spine, driving delicious spikes to the pit of her stomach as she pumped Jeremy's cock, milking him for every last drop. Satisfied that she had all of it, Tracy sat up and then crawled forward, pressing her massive tits against Jeremy's chest. "I... I don't know if I can still..." Jeremy gasped. Tracy giggled as she held his still erect cock. "I think you still want it, sweetheart. I think you want Tracy's hot wet pussy, don't you? You want your slut's juices around your hard cock. You want to hear your whore moan your name as she cums. Is that right? Am I doing it right for you, lover?" Jeremy's cock slipped into Tracy's wet cunt and they both gasped at the feeling of it. Tracy's pussy gripped hungrily at his dick and the man dug his fingers into the woman's big ass, spreading her open. "Oh... Oh... I... I had no idea... I had no... Oh fuck. Oh fucking Christ." Tracy shivered and then moved, working her hips back and forth as she rode Jeremy's cock. "Suck me. Oh please. My breasts are full of milk and I need to be sucked. Please, Jeremy. I'm aching for you." The boy took a hard nipple in his mouth as the girl rode him. He knew he wouldn't last long so he reached a finger into her asshole again. Tracy bit off a shrieked as he pressed his finger into her, feeling his cock through the flesh separating her ass and pussy. Her movements became erratic and know he knew she was also close. As he sucked, he tasted a warm, slightly sweet liquid on his tongue. Sucking harder made Tracy moan and shudder and more liquid leaked from Tracy's nipple into his mouth. He could see a trace of milk leaking from her other lactating breast. "Dude, hey man, you can't-" Spencer said beside the couch. "Oh Jesus!" Tracy screamed as her very first orgasm crackled through her body. The girl collapsed against Jeremy's chest and her breasts splayed out to the side of her body. Tits, ass and thighs shook as Jeremy frantically pumped against the girl, gasping in his need to finish. With her mouth next to Jeremy's ear, she whispered to him, "Fill me up. Make me yours, Jeremy. Fill me with your cum until I feel it in my belly. Make me your personal slut." The boy threw his head back as every muscle in his body tensed. His cock pulsed once, twice, three times as he spewed cum deep inside of Tracy's pussy. Spencer shook Jeremy. "What the fuck, man! Are you listening?" Jeremy's head lolled to the side. The entire party had stopped and they were all watching him. Somehow, he didn't care. He wanted to laugh and flip them all off but he couldn't move. "And who's this fucking slut?!" Spencer yelled. Tracy stood and worked her legs until her pants were completely off. She smiled at Spencer. "I'm your slut." The young woman went to her knees and unbuttoned Spencer's pants. The young man's cock sprung from his pants and Tracy kissed it before taking it into her mouth. He was bigger than Jeremy and she felt the excitement race through her body at the thought of him fucking her. "Hey, you bitch! That's my boyfriend!" Tracy looked to the side as she sucked at Spencer's cock. The young man was moaning with his fingers in Tracy's long hair and his eyes rolled back in his head. Spencer's girlfriend, Bella, stomped over to Spencer's side, tugging at him to come away. Tracy smiled around Spencer's cock. Reaching forward, she pressed her fingers against Bella's pussy through the girl's yoga pants. The other woman moaned and then grabbed Tracy's hand, guiding it up and into her pants. Tracy touched the woman's pussy and felt it suddenly go slick around her fingers. Bella grinded her hips against Tracy's fingers. Thoughts came harder to her as her chest strained at her bra. She giggled and pulled her shirt off, exposing her toned upper body. The flesh of her breasts pressed around the edges of her bra. She whimpered in frustration as she tried to control her body well enough to undo the clasps but Tracy's fingers were driving her wild. Someone came from behind to undo her bra and she smiled when it fell away from her, freeing her breasts as the swelled. When someone (she looked down to see Aaron from her calculus) licked her nipple, she nodded in encouragement. Another person kissed her other breast and she moaned when they bit her nipple. The elastic material of Bella's yoga pants ballooned out as her ass and hips widened. The sound of music was soon replaced by a slowly spreading orgy as, one by one, each person succumbed to the touch of one another. ----- In another part of the country, a smartly dressed young man accidentally brushed past a young woman. He smiled and apologized, "Excuse me, sir." Sketch Ch. 04 The first meeting. Nervous at the prospect of meeting another wolf for the first time. Anxious. I can feel it at the back of my mind. Padding. Sitting with crossed paws only to stand and walk around and around in circles. Waiting. He knows what's coming. And then there you are, walking towards me, recognition on your face. I stand. Worried about stupid things. Handshake, hug or...? How does- but you're suddenly there and your cheek slides by mine as you press yourself into my space. I feel your nose against the base of my neck and I suddenly fold you in, holding you as I take in your scent. The world is gone around us. My heart is racing. I growl when I don't mean to do it and my nails dig in slightly. And then, we step back. And sit. And talk. And watch. We play humans, cordial and polite as we feel each other out for everything. Intelligence, conversational skills, laughter, wit, banter - all is tested as our wolves stare at each other. Hungry. The night wears on until it is time to separate. We stand and walk to our cars. Our scent fills the air. And our heat. I lean in and our cheeks rub again. I nip your ear and you moan, growling with need. I feel your teeth on my neck and your back is suddenly against your car. Nails digging into flesh through clothing as we kiss and nip at each other, gasping and moaning and growling. Hands find their way under clothing as I press my hardness against you, rubbing and grinding. We almost lose ourselves until we force ourselves apart, panting and staring. Our wolves are angry at us. They want us down on the concrete, on all fours, fucking. It takes every ounce of willpower to step away. Time passes. Slowly until we meet up again. No pretense of dinner or coffee or anything else. The moon is fat and full in the night sky as I park at your apartment. I can barely contain myself. You're there. I can smell you. You open the door. I step in, kicking it closed. You're on me in an instant. Arms around me, rubbing your cheek on mine in circles, growling contentedly. Hands exploring as I chuff back at you. Smelling you. My packmate. I drop my jacket and you help me with my shirt. My pants follow. We have to hurry. It's so close. You wince in pain as your chest expands, straining against your bra and shirt. The change is on you and the wolf inside me howls its greeting. I gnash my teeth, feeling them grow longer as your scent changes subtly. You pull your shirt over your short hair and I reach up, claws slicing through fingernails. Muscles bulge and I grab your bra, pulling it apart. Your tits hang full and heavy on your sweating chest. I look at you and watch as your eyes turn golden. A second later your nose blackens and flattens while sharp canine teeth push past your lips. I kiss you before our muzzles develop and we can't do it without it being awkward. Tongues twist together, slicing on razor sharp teeth, filling our mouths with the coppery taste of blood. Your back suddenly arches as bones push out from the base of your spine, your tail slipping from above the waistband of your pants. Fur sprouts from your back, racing up to your neck and along your your shoulders. Dark red in the dim light from outside your windows. There's a crunch as your feet expand. Claws digging into the carpet of the floor when they push through your toes. Your ass swells in your pants. I can feel my own tail coming and I growl as my spine connects with the new nerve endings. Muscles twist along my back, bulging underneat a thick growth of fur. I grab your hips, turning to press you to the wall. Kneeling in front of you, I pull and your pants come down over legs bulging, strainging at skin that's suddenly covered in fur. I want to wait but I can't help it. Your pussy vanishes behind a sudden growth of thick hair. I grip your thighs, opening you with clawed hands, licking between your legs. I taste fur and sweat and the sweet, salty taste of your juices. Your claws dig into my head as my ears lengthen, growing to tufted points. I look up at you as my tongue slides between your slick lips. Fur creeps up your belly, around your expanding chest and over your swollen tits. You're huge and beautiful. My first she-wolf. Alone so long and now you're here. I feel my last change starting. I want to bring you to orgasm with my tongue but I want to show you something. I want to show you what a male wolf looks like. I stand and you growl in disapproval. Until you see it. My cock is expanding. It hurts but it feels so good when it happens. Veins bulge as it doubles in girth. The skin stretches as it turns a dark shade of red. Thick skin has grown up to the base of me until I have a proper sheath. And now, my cock grows longer. Further and further, the head reshaping into a semi-point. But, it's the growth above the sheath that has you drooling. I growl and my lips pull back. Tissue swells while my knot grows in. The skin of my sheath pushes down to accomdate the bulge. It's the first time you've seen a werewolf's cock and you suddenly and desparately want it. You come to me, pushing at me hard to lie down but I grab and pull and twist, forcing you to your stomach. But, you're not a human woman and you push yourself up and back, growling hard and fierce. Until my teeth latch onto the back of your neck. You shake, shivering at what the sensation does to you. To the primal side of you. You've had to hold it back your entire life with human lovers. To hide your wants and needs. The few times you've had someone come close to causing you pain from a bite or holding you down, they've backed off, mistaking your moans for pain. I shove the tip against you. Once, twice, three times until I find your opening and I slide between your lips. You're so fucking wet that I almost knot you instantly. But not yet. I pull back and your shiver, pushing back against me. Your tail is so soft on my furry chest. You look back and, again, I see how beautiful you look. Your ears are sharp and alert and your eyes tell me what you need. We rut like animals. I pound into you bringing my knot closer and closer until, finally, you open to me and my knot enters you. The pointed tip of my cock hits something hard deep inside and you howl from the sensation of it. An orgasm makes you gasp and I feel your pussy clenching around my thick cock. I can't pull far out of you. I'm so close. I've never had a she-wolf before and it's driving me mad. I can't hold back. I hunch my back and hips and make powerful short movements. Over and over, slamming into you. My claws dig into your hips as I pull you hard into me. Another orgasm rocks your body and it pushes me over the edge. I cum. Hard. You gasp and a firecracker string of orgasms slams into you. I howl silently as I fill you over and over with my cum. Your wolf's brain wonders if you're fertile. If my seed will bring you cubs. It wonders and you smile before another orgasm blanks your mind. I pull out and your growl in pain when my knot slips out. My thick white cum dribbles through the beautiful red fur around your swollen lips. I tug at you and point. Trying to tell you what I want to do. You look and then understand. We open the door and run. Free in the night. The forest at the edge of town await. The promise of dirt and sticks and the smell of the earth around us, calling to us. Bringing us home. Sketch Ch. 05 The old truck hit a hidden rock on the dirt road and Suzanne's eyes automatically strayed to her satchel. Her bag barely moved and she flicked her eyes back to the road. Above and around her the sky drained of color until the edges of the world seemed to be on fire. She amused herself with the thought of the planet sitting in a massive brazier, flames licking at the edges. The image was particularly fitting, she thought. "A dragon," she said to nobody in particular. It wasn't the first time she'd said the word today. Or thought of it. Not even the hundredth time. She'd picked her destination for its remoteness. And the mountains. Of course there had to be mountains. Nobody around for miles and miles. Dark shapes in the setting sun. Sharp teeth in the maw of the world. She smiled and her thoughts were wicked things. As she approached the foothills, her mind wandered again to a conversation she'd had a week ago. An old high school friend had approached her; someone she hadn't heard from in almost ten years. They'd played at games when they were children and shared a kiss but grew apart as they learned what it meant to be pretty and popular and, in Martin's unfortunate case, not. Sketch Ch. 05 Dark brown nipples hung down from her raw, exposed breasts. Her shell paused briefly around her breasts, as if unsure of what to do. Finally, they grew in rings, band by band until only her hard, fleshy nipples were left exposed. The shell covering her breasts were lighter in color than the rest of her body. Softer. The bands moved as if still flesh. Suzanne's tail stopped growing when it reached two feet past the end of her outstretched toes. She pushed herself with her heavily muscled arms and her tail reached down to help balance her. Her blue and black shell glinted darkly in the full moon. Standing felt wrong but a piece of her enjoyed it. She twisted her arms, stretching her various joints. Suzanne's huge eyes shined in the light. As she scanned the area, two black points pushed aside the plates surrounding her nose. New sensations flooded her as her antenna grew to long, thin points. Now. Now she knew she was done. Suzanne crouched and then leaned forward. All twenty claws of her arms dug into her truck and it lurched under the pressure and weight. Her stomach grumbled loudly as a small hiss escaped her jaws. The young woman's huge, nearly transparent wings flicked around her. Rolling her head slightly, she caught sight of something small moving in the air. She tracked it and suddenly her wings were shimmering in the night. A loud, constant buzz filled the air as dust and dirt blasted away from the truck bed. The shocks of the old truck groaned as she pulled the truck from the ground. Flexing her hands, she released the truck and it squealed as it landed. Suzanne was already gone. A blur in the night. Hunting. Sketch Ch. 06 I am enormously thankful for fetishists. The things I've ordered from various websites are mostly harmless but, all together would paint quite a bad picture of me. Chains. Metal cuffs - not handcuffs, mind you, actual proper thick metal cuffs. A little like you'd see in old movies (old England or France or wherever) when they throw a prisoner in the deepest dungeon with his hands chained to the wall until they lead him out to be beheaded. Which, to be honest, is pretty close to what I'm doing. Sketch Ch. 06 "You gonna watch tonight?" she asked. Her eyes were a vivid green. "Yeah," I answered. "Not scared?" "No. The bars held you and the new chains are big enough to hold back a bull. I'm pretty confident that you aren't going anywhere. You didn't like the dress?" "Just, uhn, gets in the way. Didn't want to mess up the purty gift you left me." She smiled and her nose furrowed when it turned into a grimace. The woman's nipples tightened in the cool air, hardening into solid brown points. Terry licked her lips and made a sound close to a moan. Bits of gold appeared in her eyes as I wound the chains into place, pulling her tight. It was incredible to watch. Sweat appeared along the length of her body and she moaned, loudly this time, shaking at her chains. Small black hairs sprouted between her breasts, spreading up and over them. A line of the black hairs seemed to rise off of her stomach in a line between her breasts and belly button. Her stomach muscles clenched and she pulled hard at her chains, her moan turning to a growl. Terry's head was back, her mouth open in a grimace. Light gray fur grew from her neck, flowing down. It darkened to black until it met the spray of fur above her breasts. Still she pulled at her chains and her muscles bulged larger and larger. Huge veins stood out along her body as she tensed. The line of black fur on her stomach continued down, disappearing into the thick tangle of black hair above her pussy. Terry suddenly twisted, yanking and pulling with her entire body and the hooks holding the chains near her hands and feet trembled. She looked down at him and her eyes were golden and beautiful. Black fur stood out on her cheeks and I watched little black dots appear along her jawline. She grinded her teeth. Her canine teeth lengthened, scraping and pushing at the nearby teeth. She seemed determined not to show her pain to him. Her nipples shifted on her chest. The position of her arms had pulled her breasts up but now her nipples slowly moved down. No. Her breasts were growing. I watched her breasts swell, bulging to the side and the center of her body. The dark skin around her nipples widened as her breasts became engorged. As with her jaw, small black dots appeared all over her breasts. Soon, fur grew to cover her huge tits. I shifted, adjusting myself to move my erection out of the way. I couldn't help but look down between her legs. Her pubic hair had become a tangle of hair and fur and had grown down further to hide her sex. I had a hard time not picturing it. Picturing her nakedness. Muscles shifted in Terry's legs, pushing against her already lean body until I could clearly see the definition between each one. A tuft of fur grew out from the back of her legs as her calf muscles bulged. I heard small cracks and my attention was pulled to her feet. Thick black claws pushed through the tips of her toes. I watched as her feet elongated. The skin stretched and then shifted. The joints in her toes flared and she growled, finally admitting the pain. Her toes thickened as they shortened. At the same time, the area around the balls of her feet expanded, growing longer and wider to support her weight. Even though she was suspended in the air, she could now almost touch the ground. She had grown while I watched her feet. The cuffs around her ankles and forearms bit into her flesh. She spit and bloody teeth clattered to the ground around her. Her head shifted awkwardly and I heard her jaw crack. The flesh of her nose darkened. Little spots of black appeared and simply spread until her large, proud nose was pure black. The spots spread down to her bloody lips, the skin fading to black with tiny pink spots. Her tongue hung from her mouth. Terry panted. No, not Terry any more. The creature licked at its nose and then whined as the skin around its face tightened. She - It - closed her eyes as its face pushed out. Her nose flattened as her muzzle grew into place. Dark hairs dotted the length of the bridge of her muzzle but a line of gray fur ran from the very tip her wet, black nose to her forehead. Deadly teeth pushed through the gaps in her jaw. At the same time, the rounded tops of her ears pulled up to points. The ears continued to grow out, larger and larger they pushed through the thick fur now surrounding her head. Something moved behind her and I caught a glimpse of a short, black tail swishing from side to side. I watched it continue to grow. Saw it slide between her opened legs and then I licked my lips. The fur around her thighs was entirely soaked. I could smell her from where I sat. Smell her sex. The creature strained against the cuffs. The chains shook but held and eventually she gave up. She had about an inch of give in each chain. I stood and unlocked the gate. She had a thick tuft of fur above her pussy but was otherwise sleek and black and beautiful in her own way. The bulge of her breasts was obvious - they were three times their original size but they were covered in fur. I could see her nipples (black now) through strands of fur. Her (It, I reminded myself) hands had grown claws at some point, like her feet. Thick, dark gray skin lined her palms into rough pads. It looked like her fingers were slightly shorter compared to the rest of her body and they didn't look quite as nimble. I walked around to her back and she turned her head to follow as best as she could. She was wide and thick with muscle. A tangle of rough, thick black fur ran along her spine and down to her tail. The tip of her tail reached her calf muscles and it swayed slightly. I'd put her at 6'10" now but I guess that'd depend on how she stood on her feet. It stood. How it stood on its paws. Her legs were especially powerful when compared to her body. Watching her carefully, I walked closer. I touched her tail and it twitched away from me. So, I grabbed it and ignored her warning growl. I could feel the individual bones through the thick fur. I pulled on it carefully from the base to the tip while it writhed in my grasp. I let the tail go and knelt behind her. I placed a hand on each ass cheek. There was barely any padding there - her ass felt like a rock. Despite that, the fur was soft and I had to resist the urge to stroke her. This close, the smell of her juices was incredibly distracting. I placed my fingers closer to her thighs and spread her ass. Her pussy lips were thick and black and covered in her liquid. My cock ached in my pants. I couldn't help it. Regardless of my control, she had the shape of a woman and was incredibly wet and I could barely think straight. I would never get this chance again. Holding her left ass cheek in place, I reached forward and lightly touched the wet fur around her clit. I smelled my fingers and they smelled like a woman's pussy. Stronger, though. A rich, powerful scent that made me drool a little. I clenched my jaws against it and realized I was grinding my teeth. Still watching it, I pressed two fingers together and touched the hot, slick lips between her thighs. Terry's tail twitched and then raised, exposing her sex. I slid my fingers up and down between her black, furry pussy lips. She growled above me but the timbre was different. Again I smelled my fingers and they smelled exactly like every other woman I'd had. So, I tasted them. The thick, slightly sticky liquid coated my tongue as I cleaned my fingers off. Slowly, very slowly, I leaned toward her. I stopped an inch away from her, eyes closed while I smelled her. I could feel her fur tickling at the side of my cheeks. My nose touched her first and her hips jerked slightly above me. I licked up, tasting her wet fur before my tongue met her lips. I could feel her heat against my tongue. She was incredibly wet and I drank of her cum. I opened her pussy to my attentions, licking deep between her hot lips. She twisted above me, silent as I worked deep into her. When my tongue touched against her clit, she jerked again. Her thick fur stuck wetly to my tongue as I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue. I gripped her heavily muscled thighs and she opened for me. I lost myself a little, pushing and licking, ignoring all the fur and hair I swallowed. Terry shuddered. The chains rattled and I felt her pussy clenching above my tongue. I sat back, breathing hard. I couldn't think of how long I'd kneeled behind her, sucking on her. I couldn't smell anything but her. Her juices covered my face and mouth. I left her there. I suddenly couldn't breathe and had to be upstairs. Once outside, I dropped my pants and masturbated. She flashed into my mind several times but each time I pushed her away to picture some faceless beauty screaming my name. I came hard and fell to my knees. I went back down after a moment to get my lamp. She - It was there. Watching me. It lifted its muzzle, slowly and obviously sniffing at the air. Her - Its, goddamnit, its tail swung lazily behind it. She made no sound as I closed the shelter and went inside. I cursed myself for losing control. My cock pressed hard against my pants and I rubbed at it, grinding my teeth. She was raw. An animal. So much power and grace and the ability to kill with her bare hands. And there she had been, bound above me. A completely unique creature. Feminine and animalistic. I masturbated again before I fell asleep, naked and covered in my own cum. I woke, still angry at myself. Terry said nothing when I fed her in the morning. She refused to clothe herself, even when I let the chains come loose a little. She was completely disinterested in her own nakedness. Proud and haughty and prim. Fuckin' bitch. I was cleaning my gear in the evening when the sheriff arrived. Just what I fucking needed. "You find anything, boy?" he asked. I glared at him. "No. Sir," I said, forcing the words. A fierce headache loomed behind my eyes. I'd been grinding my teeth in my sleep and throughout the day. "No tracks or nothin'? We ain't payin' you until you find it." "I know that. Now why-" "You just going to-" "DON'T FUCKING INTERRUPT ME!" I screamed at him. My hands shook. I had crossed the distance between us in a second and stood face-to-face with him. My heart pounded in my chest and a thin, high whistling sounded in my ears. "You- You step back, son. 'Less you want to find yourself-" "Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. Here," I told him, enunciating every word. The fat white fucker opened and closed his mouth as he stared at me. The sheriff's hand twitched. Had to be towards his gun. Had to be. No fucking way. No fucking way I let some redneck asshole threaten me. I popped the bastard in the face before he could blink. He cried out, hands to his nose as blood spurted between his fingers. "What the fud' is wrog wit' you!" "You gonna draw your gun on me? You were gonna shoot me?" I demanded. "No, you stupi' fugh!" More blood fountained from his nose. "You ge' the fugh' ou' o' my town befo' tommowow oh I'll awwest yo ass!" I watched him leave. He ran to his car and threw rocks as he sped off. My fingers clenched and unclenched at my sides. I paced back and forth, cursing myself. Cursing the fat sheriff. Cursing the whole goddamned town and the job. I spent the next hour gathering my gear. The headache had bloomed full force and the Ibuprofen I'd taken shortly after the sheriff left had done nothing. My gear was stowed in my jeep when I finally turned to the storm shelter. I pressed the button for the hoists and waited, tapping my foot. "Come on, come on!" I yelled impatiently. I walked in on Terry changing. She roared at me, her face a furred half-muzzle. Bones along her spine stood out and a small nub of a tail wriggled above her bare ass. She was on her hands and knees, arching her powerful back. Fur lined her legs. She clawed at the ground and her fingernails came away with streaks of blood. The skin split and soon small sparks flew up where dark black claws scrapped the ground. Her furred tits clung to her chest but slowly lowered to the ground as they grew, shaking as she moved and twitched through her transformation. Thick fur grew from her spine, racing down to the tip of her expanded tail. She licked her short muzzle, her eyes golden in the light. She turned, presenting herself to me. Her pussy lips were darkening, from pink to dark red to gray and then black. Her tail arched as she lowered her back. She looked behind herself and her muzzle pushed further from her face. The key scratched at the gate's lock as I tried to open it. Finally, with a growl, I unlocked the door and threw it open. My fingers worked at my pants and I clawed at them as I watched fur spread to cover Terry's back. I howled in frustration and tore at my pants, ripping them down the middle. Muscles bulged along my arms and the tips of my fingers showed small black points. I didn't pause to consider this. I couldn't. My cock bobbed in the air. Pink flesh darkened to red and it lengthened, pulling at the head of my cock until the tip slanted. Smooth red flesh bulged at the base of my cock, above my balls. I kicked at my shoes and ripped the rest of my pants off. Claws burst through my socks but I barely noticed. Teeth grinded against teeth in my jaw as I shoved my face between Terry's furry thighs. I growled and sucked and licked at her. Biting her sweet thick lips. My thick, long tongue lapped around my face as it changed. Face cracking as bones shifted to grow into a muzzle. Unable to hold back, I went to my hands and feet above her. I could feel my back popping as it expanded, tearing my tight shirt down the middle to expose blond fur growing from my back in small patches. I pounded against the female as I tried to mount her. She pushed back, growling and snapping as my cock pressed against her wetness, sliding up to her asshole. She arched and pushed and the sharp tip of my cock suddenly slid between her soaking wet pussy. I bit her shoulder in excitement and she shuddered beneath me. Hunching my back, I dug my claws into the ground, slamming over and over again into the female under me. Her tongue lolled out of her mouth as she worked her furry hips hard back against me. I could feel my knot against her opening. Each time I slammed against her, I spread her open a little more. In frustration, I bit hard at the female's neck and she froze. I pushed slowly, feeling her muscles holding tight at my knot. Growling, I pushed hard and the female completely opened for me. She choked out a cry and then slammed back, impaling herself on my thickness. I pounded her in smaller motions, unable to pull fully out of her now that we were knotted. The female jerked and fell beneath me and I fell with her, still slamming hard. She snapped and barked and jerked and I felt her muscles against my cock, nearly vibrating with the force of her pleasure. I leaned on my knees and dug my claws into the thick fur of her back. Her massive furry breasts flattened under her, spreading to the sides. I leaned back and pounded as hard and as fast as I could. Pressure built in my stomach and balls. I grunted and growled, slobbering thick ropes of drool to mix with the fur and sweat along her back. I felt my release and I leaned my head far back as I filled the female with my seed. My muzzle was open in a silent cry and I felt her shake hard under me. Her legs scrabbled at the ground and the chains struck sparks. Her slick, tight wet pussy convulsed again and again around my cock. I pulled away from her and she snapped at me until I swiped my claws down her back. The rich smell of her blood filled her air and I licked my lips at the scent. Going to my knees behind her, I looked down. My cock was locked in with her. I looked at the gate. I wanted out. I didn't like being here. I didn't like being stuck here where I couldn't see anything or smell anything or hunt anything. Digging my claws into the female's ass, I pulled back. She howled in pain as my knot stretched her opening. I was full engorged and my knot had swollen in size. My long ears twitched, laying flat against my head as her voice dug daggers into my head. I clenched hard on her ass and ten trails of blood traced lazily down the back of her thighs. More blood welled above and below my cock, lost in the dark fur of her pussy. With a final, hard pull, I was free. My cock shined in the light, thick with cum and blood. I almost left the female there. Almost. But, I wouldn't come back. Not to a hole in the ground. And I would want her again. Want to have her pleasure me again. Want to fill her with my cum until she birthed our cubs. I went to the chains holding her arms and pulled. My arms bulged and the chains groaned. The sound reached a higher pitch when the female pulled in the opposite direction until, with a loud ringing, squealing noise, the chain broke. The two of us worked on the other three chains binding her until she was free. I dropped to all fours and bounded up the stairs. The female leaped free and I turned to lead her into the forest. The air rushed out of me when the female landed on me. I felt her claws in my flank and my back and I turned in a fury, snapping and clawing at her. Her closed fist caught me under the eye and then her teeth dug into my side. The world turned black. She raked her claws down my stomach and then brought both fists down again over my eye. Her hands and the two cuffs slammed into me and I saw no more. I woke sometime later. The small crescent moon hid behind clouds. I licked at my jaw and tasted blood. Carefully, I got to my feet and sniffed. I could smell her and her trail into the woods. I howled for her and then snarled when I received no answer. I could not, would not let the female get away from me. She had to learn her place. Dropping to all four, I raced after her, following her trail. Muscles rippled in the night as I ran, long blond tail streaming behind me. My cock ached in its furry sheath, held low and close to my body. I wanted her again and I would have her.