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Thanks to a keen-eyed reader, I was notified that my story "The Club" was being sold on Amazon without my permission:…

It's crap like this that makes me not want to post things for free any more.  I've spoken with Amazon reps and I guess their Kindle specialists will be in touch with me but, still.  Incredibly frustrating.

Grrrr :(

First up, I'm closing commissions for a bit.  Not permanently and I'm not currently working on any commissions.

Now here's what's going on:

1.  I'm working on a TG story for an anthology!  I'll post a link to it (next month?) when it's released.  Pretty excited about it :)

2.  I have an idea I want to try to work out for an illustrated story.  I'm mentally fleshing out the idea but the thought is that I'd write a little short story and then make simple in-story illustrations to go with it.  I want to make a paid section of my personal site for things like this.  Where registered users could pay to see these things.  It's an experiment that I want to try for both illustrations and whether I can add payment options.

3.  Working on non-TF/TG stories.  I may open up commissions again at this point or I may wait until I've finished these.  Guess it depends on things.

Anyway!  That's where I'm at.  Thank you for stopping in!

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Jennifer sat in an overstuffed chair, staring at the faint cracks in the white leather. She settled her glasses on her nose out of nervous habit, awkwardly ignoring the other two girls in the room. Her arm stood out in stark contrast against the chair, her skin as dark as burnt mocha.

The young woman stole a quick glance at the other two girls - Emily and Madison - and then bent back down to picking at the lines in the chair. She silently cursed her mother for making her come and then quickly apologized to her in the same mental breath.

Stanton Community College, the all girl's school she went to, had decided to select three students as "Young Leaders". No specific background was given for how they selected but, looking at the other two girls, it's was obvious. Madison was the track and field star. Blonde hair, perfect complexion with long legs and a lean frame, she'd won State every year in high school. Jennifer was intelligent and, well, nerdy if she was honest with herself. Her adviser had bawled when she'd learned Jennifer had misplaced her college applications, missing the deadlines. So now she was in the local community college until next year.

And, Emily? Emily was... popular. That's all Jennifer could figure out. Emily Tanaka was slim and pretty with an infectious smile and an easy going personality. She wasn't particularly intelligent but also not stupid. Jennifer didn't know her very well but she knew of her. Their spheres of social cliques had just never overlapped. Ever.

Jennifer picked at a loose piece of leather, frowning with her eyebrows furrowed. So they have the STEM group and athletics group but did they seriously just pick a popular girl, too? Is she, what? The social media darling? Or did they just need an ethnically diverse group? Oh, god, they didn't just pick me because I'm black, did they? Jennifer sighed and then looked up as a side door opened.

A young man in a stereotypical hunter's camouflage outfit strode in. He wore a plastic rifle (complete with orange barrel plug) slung across his back and a name tag (Alex) on his orange safety vest.

"Good evening, ladies," Alex drawled. He seemed only slightly older than the three of them and was attractive enough to make Jennifer blush and look away. "We're doing a final walkthrough to ensure everything is setup correctly. I brought drinks for everyone while you wait and we appreciate your patience."

Alex placed a small try on the table in the center of the room. Three cups were arrayed on the tray, their dull copper finish seemingly absorbing the overhead light. Jennifer blinked at them - each cup was cast in the shape of an animal paw print. She reached for a cup with the other two girls.

Oh, right, Jennifer thought. In addition to recognition at their school, they were each given gift cards to the local Steak House as well as tickets to the local "Escape The Room" business that had just opened. Although, this particular one styled itself as "Escape The Forest". And so the odd cups made a sort of strange sense.

"The door will open when everything is ready," Alex continued. Jennifer sipped her drink (cool, clear water that tasted slightly sweet, she noticed) with the other two girls. "Everything is automated and you'll have sixty minutes to finish. Since you're our first group, we'd appreciate if you'd take the time afterwards to give us feedback."

He smiled brightly at each of them before collecting the empty cups and tray. "Good luck, ladies!"

"Well, he's cute," Emily said as the door clicked close behind Alex. "Can't be worse than the guys that message me online. 'Oh, you're just like a tiny geisha!' and 'Do you watch Attack on Titan?' Ugh. Unless he's really a hunter then, pass. Anyone that can look Bambi's mom in the eye and still pull the trigger isn't my type."

"Yeah, he's alright," Madison yawned. "I like them-"

"Tall," Emily answered at the same time as Madison. "I know. We all know. Giants for the Amazon queen. You're awful quiet, Jenny. You okay over there?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," Jennifer lied, blushing again and reflexively fixing her glasses. I just get super nervous talking to people. Especially popular attractive people that I have nothing in common with. No big deal. "Just thinking about my classes."

The large door facing the three girls opened with a faint click.

Jennifer leaned forward to look into the room from her seat. However, despite the faint light from within, she couldn't make anything out. She looked up at the other two girls when they stood and then she stood with them.

Madison took the lead with Emily second and Jennifer nervously taking up the rear.

The room was painted pure black, fading to gray near the ceiling where fake stars glowed with their own dim illumination. A large full moon was painted low on the wall in front of them and it seemed to be providing light in some way.

Jennifer blinked several times and then gasped as the door they'd just entered clicked shut behind her. She felt a small measure of guilty satisfaction when Emily jumped, too. As her eyes slowed adjusted to the room, she noticed dark clouds painted on the wall. To her right, a huge fake tree stood out from the wall, it's roots twisted and gnarled before it. The ground felt spongy and uneven and the entire room looked like the entrance to a forest.

"There's writing," Madison said quietly. "Look, just under the moon."

Jennifer stepped close to the other girl, squinting at the wall beneath the moon. Cursive letters shined faintly.

"'Whoever drinks water from a wolf's paw print'," Jennifer read in a whisper. "'Shall become a wolf at the first full moon. You've entered the forest with a hunter at your heels. The moon begins to rise and you feel the changes. You know you must escape within the hour or you'll be lost to the wolf forever.'"

"Huh," Emily said. "That's weird."

"Oh hell, I didn't even see the door," Madison said, walking forward. A simple door was set in the wall beneath the writing. It fit neatly into the wall with barely any visible seams. A small doorknob and keyhole were on the right of the door. Madison jiggle the doorknob and then shrugged. "Locked."

"So, we find the key?" Emily asked. She strained her neck forward with a strange grimace. Frowning, and rolling her head, she stood up straight, scratching idly at her cheek with her long nails. "It's too dark to see anything. I can't even read the stupid words on the wall."

Jennifer blinked her eyes and then shrugged uncomfortably. Overdramatic, I guess. It isn't even that dark. The young girl tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. She looked around slowly while rubbing the inside of her ear with her thumb.

Madison stalked around the room carefully with her arms out. "No joke, I can't see shit in here. Is that- Is that a tree? I can't- oh, hold on, I think I've got something in my shoe."

The track star leaned against the wall to undo her shoe. She tipped her shoe upside down, shaking it in case a rock had made its way in. Satisfied, she pulled off her ankle-length sock and grabbed her small foot. Her slim fingers slid along the graceful, soft arch of her foot and before catching on the rough skin of the ball of her foot. She frowned, scratching at the the callus she felt. Ugh, guess I should buy a pumice stone after all, she thought to herself.

A small, painless spasm shot through Madison's other foot and the young girl put her bare foot down to catch her balance.

"Oh, wow, I think they put actual grass down. It feels nice." She ran her small, bare foot through the cool grass, thrilling at the way it felt on her skin. Tendons stood out on the backs of her toes briefly and she dug her toes into the ground. "There's even dirt. Crazy."

Movement caught Emily's eye and her lips peeled back to bare her teeth. Goosebumps rose along the back of her neck and faint hairs lifted with them. "Did you guys see that?"

"See what?" Jennifer asked. She turned to where Emily was looking. There were small holes in between the roots. She could see dirt within but nothing moved. The other girl seemed incredibly focused and slightly hunched. She radiated... something. Jennifer shivered. "By the tree roots?"

"Those are roots?" Emily asked, licking her lips. "I can't even see- something moved over there. I will scream if it's a mouse. Someone look for me."

Madison walked over, carrying her shoe with the sock stuffed inside. She knelt where Emily pointed, feeling around. "Oh, yeah, there are some holes here. Hold one. Yup. Here we go."

"Is it a mouse? Maddie, please," Emily whined. She backed away, her upper lip trembling as she showed perfect white teeth. "Please don't pull out a mouse. I- I'll seriously freak out."

"No, dummy," Madison said, standing and dusting herself off. She pulled at the bottom of her shirt and shifted her shoulders uncomfortably. In her hand was a shiny metal object. "It's a key. Come on, let's move on to the next room."

The two girls followed Madison again as she unlocked and opened the door. Jennifer looked over the tall girl's shoulder to see into the next room as they slowly filed in. Light golden flecks appeared in the black girl's eyes and her pupils widened to collect the light. There were three doors in front of them and more writing beneath another full moon that seemed to be slightly higher than the one in the previous room. More fake trees lined the walls.

"It's so dark," Emily complained, holding onto Madison's shoulder.

"No, wait!" Madison said as the door closed behind them.

"What's wrong?" Emily asked.

"Ugh, I left my shoe in the last room," Madison ran her hands along the door they'd just passed but there was no keyhole on this side. "Dammit."

"I'm sure they'll give them back at the end," Jennifer said. She turned back to the door ahead of them and began reading. "'The moon rises higher'-"

"What?" Emily asked.

"It's- I'm reading the words over there," Jennifer pointed. Emily squinted, looked at Jennifer and then walked to the wall in front of them.

"You can see this all the way from back there?" Emily asked. She scratched at the little hairs on the back of her neck while grinding her teeth.

"Y- yeah," Jennifer said. She continued. "'The moon rises higher. You feel the beast pulling at you and the forest comes alive with prey. Your changes continue and your growing hunger gnaws at you.'"

"I don't get it," Madison said. She rocked back and forth on her feet, digging her bare toes into the grass and dirt lining the room. She knuckled her toes into the ground, pawing at the dirt. Faint hairs sprouted from the back of her toes. "This is awkward. I'm just going to go barefoot."

The tall blonde girl pulled her shoe and sock off, sighing in relief as she freed her foot. She put her sock in her shoe and set them by the wall, grumbling about getting them back later.

"There's a box by this door," Emily said. She reached in to pull out a set of cards. Pictures covered the top of the cards and a small black QR code was printed below each picture. She glanced through the large stack of cards. "Tree, car, pig, cow, little kid, eww, blood."

Emily's nose flared at the picture of the blood and she licked her lips. Her bright red lipstick slowly darkened as the pink skin beneath darkened. A dull ache formed within her stomach and she shivered, as if a lover had dragged a finger down her spine.

"There's like a hundred of these cards," Emily said, rifling through the stack. She swallowed a muted growl, forcing the sudden excitement away.

Jennifer looked around the room, scratching at her belly. She did feel a little hungry despite having eaten just an hour ago. Her stomach was sore and she sighed, pushing at a tiny fat roll. She wouldn't eat again until breakfast tomorrow.

"What's the to the left of the door, Emily?" Jennifer asked.

"It's- hold up. Your... your eyes," Emily said. She hunched slightly, backing into the wall and baring her teeth with dark lips. Her hackles stood on end as she stared at Jennifer. "They're glowing. They're fucking glowing, Jenny!"

"What? What are you talking about?" Jennifer said, stepping back, her hand going to her face.

Madison walked over on bare feet and tiny blonde hairs sprouted from between her toes, growing up to her ankle. "Holy shit, Jenny, she's not joking. They're golden. Are you okay?"

"I'm fine!" Jennifer said, too loudly. She took her glasses off to rub at her eyes. "You guys are messing with me, aren't-"

Jennifer froze. She could still clearly read the words on the far wall. If anything, they were even sharper now. She put her glasses back on and the words blurred until she took them off again. In the darkness, her hair moved ever so slightly. The curve of her ears shifted, growing out slowly to sharp tips.

"Oh my god," Jennifer whispered. She looked over to her friend and her mouth opened in shock. "Emily, you- your-"

Emily's canines lengthened in her mouth, scraping at the nearby teeth. Her eyes widened as she felt the pressure in her mouth. Her blackened lips bulged slightly to contain the deadly fangs. The young woman gently touched her teeth and then looked up in a panic.

"Oh my god! Oh my god!" Emily yelled, shaking her hands as she hyperventilated. Her words sounded off in her mouth, her voice thick and, Jennifer's ears twitched, deeper - almost guttural. "I'm gonna- I'm gonna be sick."

Jennifer turned to Madison.

"I'm fine!" Madison said as her heart began to race. "Seriously, I don't think anything's different about me."

As one, Jennifer and Madison slowly looked down to Madison's bare feet.

"I just- I just had a rock or something in my shoe," Madison said, Still, the young woman sat in the soft grass. Jennifer knelt next to her.

Madison stared at her left foot. Carefully, in the light of the fake full moon, she ran her fingers through the soft hair now covering the top of her foot. The hair was short and sparse and nearly silver in the moonlight. As she watched, her toes cramped and bunched at the knuckle. She expected pain but was surprised to feel nothing. Still, the young woman held her foot gently and massaged the arch.

"Does it hurt?" Jennifer asked quietly.

"No," Madison answered. She tried wiggling her scrunched toes but they felt stiff and strange and refused to straighten. The skin above her toenails split and the toenails bulged.

"Oh!" Jennifer gasped, her hand going to her mouth. Her golden eyes widened and her sharp ears vibrated.

Black glistened under the skin of Madison's toes and sharp, deadly points grew forth, pushing the nails off.

"Fuck," Madison growled. She kept wincing, expecting pain to hit but, instead, felt an odd thrill. "Fuck fuck fuck."

The toes of Madison's right foot pushed forward as the ball of her foot expanded. The arch of both feet shortened and her skin wrinkled before pulling tight. The rough skin beneath her toes began to turn black and her right toes spasmed and bunched to match her left foot.

Madison's growing paws were nearly double the size of the cups they'd used earlier. Nearly double the size of a wolf's paw.

Light blonde hair grew forth from the back of Madison's hands. She hugged herself, hiding her hands under armpits and, in a quick motion, stood on thick, padded paws. With a startled cry, she tilted and Jennifer stood to catch her.

"Are you okay? Madison?" Jennifer asked. Her sharp ears shifted back in concern.

"Yeah," the other girl answered. She seemed pale with wide, terrified eyes. Her pants felt tight on her and she the skin above her ass pressed against the band of her jeans. "Just, uhh, different. Really fucking different. You can let go, I think I have it."

A growl from the other side of the room made both girls turn. Light black fur sprouted from the back of Jennifer's neck and quickly stood on end. Slowly, the line of hair grew down the back of her neck and over her shoulders. It thickened over her collarbones until the top of her arms was covered in small tufts of fur. She hugged herself, rolling her shoulder blades so her sweater scratched against her skin.

Emily had her hands clamped to her mouth.

"Did you just?" Madison asked. "Did you just growl at us?"

Emily shook her head and then moaned, leaning forward. Her jaw cracked and moved, pulling her nose with it. Her tongue fell from her her half-muzzle, thick and wide. Her brow inched forward with her face. The skin along her nose darkened from pale white to dark pink and then further, slowly, into pure black. Her back bulged just below her neck.

"E- Emily?" Jennifer asked. "Are you-?" Are you still human? She wanted to ask.

Emily leaned back onto her knees. She breathed deep and then shuddered as she breathed out. When she spoke, her voice was slurred. "How do I look?"

Madison and Jennifer looked at each other. "Uh."

"The writing!" Jennifer shouted suddenly. "In the first room! Drinking from the wolf's paw and changing into wolves!"

"No," Madison said. "No fucking way. There's just no- It can't-"

Jennifer pointed down at Madison's huge paws. Black fur lined the back of Jennifer's hands and she ground her teeth at them. Something twitched on her lower back and she mentally cursed, reaching around to feel a bump forming. A tail, oh god, that's where my- the- tail would be, she told herself.

Madison growled and pounded on the walls. "Hey! Hey assholes! Let us out! You can't do this! LET! US! OUT!"

The young girl panted, pressing her face against the wall. Bones in her fingers creaked and she rubbed her hot hands against the cool wall. Her palms grew thick while her fingers shortened.

"Oh god, this can't be happening. It can't," Emily moaned. She cried out as muscles knotted within her calves, forcing her down to her ass. Growling quietly, the young girl massaged her legs over and over. SHe could feel her shoes pressing against her feet. With a loud curse, she pulled at her laces, breaking them with sudden, surprising strength. Her tiny, pale feet were covered with a down of black fur and there were large gaps between her toes. Her feet had widened slightly, forcing the toes apart.

"We have to hurry," Jennifer said, pressing at the bulge growing at the base of her spine. "It said an hour. The guy, Alex, he said we had an hour. And the writing said we'll be stuck if we don't get out. Emily! Emily!"

Madison angrily wiped a tear from the corner of her eye. Her cheeks and ears burned as she struggled with her fear and panic. "I just - I don't understand. What- What's happening. How is this happening?"

Jennifer ran to the other side of the room and the little bulge shifted uselessly, trying to balance her. She crouched, grabbing the cards Emily had dropped. Her eyes flicked to the QR code and then up to the door. The right side of the door held a large box where the cards were stored but a small box was on the left side. She stood and looked at the small box. Red lights lined the inside, as if it were a grocery store scanner. The QR codes! She thought excitedly, biting back a happy yip that threatened to escape her lips.

All three doors had the same small box on the left of the door.

"We have to find the right card and scan- Oh," Jennifer shivered. Her nipples tightened under her bra and she arched her back with a hiss as a thick line of fur sprouted at once over her spine. She could feel the hairs sliding through her skin, tangling with each other before being pushed flat against her back. The young girl blinked her brilliant golden eyes and then cried out as she watched thick black claws slide from her fingertips. Oh no. Oh no, no no. Please, she though.

"Which card?" Emily asked, drawing Jennifer's attention. She was standing now. A line of thin drool hang from her thick, black lips. She lapped at it with her long tongue. "There's so many of them. What if getting it wrong locks us out?'

Madison walked over to them on her paws. She'd been tall before but standing on what was effectively the balls of her old feet, she'd gained at least half a foot. Jennifer looked down briefly to see Madison's stomach showing between her pants and shirts with four slightly darker spots of color on her lean belly.

"So we just figure out the door and what card it needs?" Madison asked with a loud sniff. She slid her short stubby fingers over her exposed stomach, her nails tracing along the dark spots on her belly.

"But, which-" Emily stopped and her black, wide nostrils flared. She closed her eyes with her head back and her mouth open, scenting the air. Drool formed at the corners of her mouth. She turned to the door on the left and crouched, going to all fours for a moment, arching her back to breathe deeply. Her clothes strained on her body.

"Em?" Madison asked.

"The cow," Emily said.

"I don't understand," Jennifer answered. Her ears slid through her thick hair, longer now and thinner. Fur grew along the edges and inside and they pushed upward along her head. The fur continued to grow down to her jaw and then along her cheeks in a soft fuzz before ending at her cheekbones.

"The cooooow," Emily groaned, scratching at the door. She licked along her lips and her jaw creaked forward, slowly growing into a full muzzle. "I smell steak. God. Right there. Right fucking there. I'm so hungry."

"But you're a v-" Madison stopped when Jennifer's elbow pushed against her side.

"Don't make it worse!" Jennifer hissed under her breath. She sorted through the cards, tossing them left and right until she found the picture of the cow. Her stomach rumbled and she ground her teeth, feeling an ache deep in her jaw. Her tongue touched her canines and knew they were larger. "Here!"

Madison grabbed the card and ran to the other door. Jennifer's eyes widened at the short, hairless tail wagging at the bottom of Madison's exposed back. A thin line of blonde fur ran up from the base of the tail, disappearing under her shirt. Madison pushed the card into the slot and the door opened.

Emily bolted into the next room. A tray of bloody steaks was in the center of the room and she lowered her muzzle, tearing into one of them. Madison and Jennifer stepped into the room and stood back, watching in horror even as their own stomachs grumbled in hunger. Madison crouched when a sharp spasm pulled at her back. She cursed as she tried to straighten her back, only to find the pose unnatural now.

Blood covered the light fur along Emily's muzzle and her eyes were crazed. Pieces of the steak hung from her fangs. She stopped suddenly and looked up at her friends.

"I- I-" She girl turned and gagged, the raw steak dropping from her jaws into the grass. She dry heaved and her shirt split, revealing a wide back, thick with black fur. "Don't look at me!"

"Em, I-" Madison started.

"Don't look," Emily begged. "Please."

Madison and Jennifer turned and pretended they couldn't hear Emily gnawing on the steak she'd dropped.

"You- You can look," Emily said finally. The two girls turned to find Emily in the corner of the room, her tongue lapping the blood from the fur growing along her muzzle. "I'm sorry. I- I didn't mean to snap. I just- it smelled so good and, I don't know. I just lost myself for a second. I'm sorry. I can't- I can't help it."

Madison reached up to touch Jennifer's arm and Jennifer could see the message in the girl's eyes: Just let it go and help me get her out of here before it gets worse.

"'Panic turns to acceptance as you finish your hunt and devour your prey'," Jennifer read. Just like the other rooms, a full moon was painted high on the wall opposite them with words beneath. "'Sated, you start to relax until you hear the hunter giving chase.' What do you-"

Jennifer looked down at Madison crouched beside her and stopped. Flecks of gold appeared in the girl's pale brown eyes and drool slid from the corner of her mouth. Lines of black coloring appeared in her pink lips and slowly traced up to outline the nostrils of her small nose in pure black. Madison was staring intently at the raw meat.

"I'm- I'm just gonna-" Madison said, as if in a daze. The girl walked on all fours, her tail long and curved above her. The band of her pants tore as she walked on her heavy paws, her head bent forward like a proper wolf. Light blonde fur begin to grow along the length of her tail. Without another word, she knelt and tried to pick up a steak, growling at her awkward paws.

Jennifer watched two of the four dark spots on Madison's stomach darken further. The skin seemed to bubble and twist and small brown nipples formed, pushing out into teats. Her shirt ripped at the sides, exposing her bra and the gentle swell of the athlete's breasts.

Madison bent low to eat her steak without her hands. The girl's cheekbones bulged and shifted, growing into a small muzzle. The girl tore into her steak enthusiastically and Jennifer swallowed, feeling the sharp pain of hunger deep in her stomach.

Jennifer's long ears twitched at a sound in the distance. Her furred back ached and she crouched, leaning forward with her eyes closed to listen. She felt drool thick in her mouth at the scent of the raw steak. The hunter? They wouldn't send a real hunter, would they?

A high groaning, whining sound tugged at Jennifer's ears and she glanced down to see her shoes straining. The girl unlaced her shoes and pulled them off, groaning at the pleasurable release of pressure. The tips of eight black claws had torn small holes in her socks. She slid the ruined socks off, shivering as the fabric tickled the light black fur on her feet. Jennifer touch the fur, pulling gently to watch the skin beneath dimple. Her thumb brushed rough skin and she turned her foot. The bottom of her foot was a light brown but thick black padding covered the balls of her foot and bottom of her toes. She slid her thumb along that hardened skin, feeling it catch and pull at her finger. The padding was dead to the touch and the skin around flexed when she pushed against her.

My own little wolf's paw, the girl mused mirthlessly. Only not so little, is it?

"St... ing... ch...kens... D... wolves..." a faint voice said. Jennifer startled and strained and her back bulged, tearing her shirt. Her bra held for a moment before pinging, the clasps breaking. The girl shifted, pulling at her clothes until she was topless. Less than an hour ago, she would've been mortified to be half naked in front of people but now she barely noticed. A tuft of black fur stood out between her large breasts, the fur silky black against her brown skin.

Jennifer's pure golden eyes focused on the last slab of raw meat and she groaned before baring her teeth in a growl. Her canines slid further and enamel flowed down over her molars to form new sharp fangs. She licked her thick lips with a wide tongue. The hunger distracted her and she could no longer contain herself. The young girl snatched the last steak, tearing into it. Blood coursed down the light fur of her mouth, along her neck to curve along the sides of her breasts. Eight dark black spots formed along her chubby belly in two columns. Beneath the skin, milk ducts began to form.

"... kill them..." the voice said. Jennifer looked up, growling. The voice had come far behind the door to their left. She blinked once, twice and then shoved the steak in her tiny muzzle, nearly biting into her fingers.

Jennifer tried to stand but found herself pulled down. She forced herself up, standing with her heavy back bowed. It felt wrong to stand.

"The door on the right!" Jennifer growled, her golden eyes flashing in the moonlight. The other two girls looked at her. Emily stood, pulling herself up and leaning on the wall. Madison stretched herself out on all fours. Jennifer stalked to the door on the right and turned the handle, holding her breath in fear of it being locked. Her thoughts slipped from her until she concentrated and she worried she'd lose focus if she had to hunt for the key.

The door opened. Madison dashed through in a burst of speed and her shirt split completely, causing her to stumble and roll. She barked and then cursed herself, sitting back and struggling out of her top. She pawed at her pants and then looked up at Jennifer as the girl stepped into the new room.

"Herp!" Madison barked, pawing at her jeans. Jennifer went to her without hesitation, unzipping Madison's pants with cramping, clawed fingers. She freed the girl, even helping her pull her panties off until she sat completely nude. Madison pushed her muzzle against Jennifer's shoulder, reaching up to lick at the girl's neck. The girl blushed, her cheeks reddened under light blonde fur. "Shorrrry."

A wall seemed to divide the room into two. Through small gaps in the wall Jennifer could barely see the other side. A short tunnel led from this room to the next. Jennifer rubbed at her hands. She could feel rough skin on her palm and beneath her fingers, the pads of her new paws growing into place. As she massaged her hand with her shortened fingers, she felt the bones shift, pushing against her palms, widening them.

"Theerrrrr hrntttrrrr," Jennifer tried to say. Her teeth shifted as her muzzle formed and the words left her. Dammit. Dammit! Okay. The hunter f- foll- followed. The hunter followed. Wolves. The wolves. Crawled (she growled - I'm fierce! I don't crawl!) thr- thr- under tree. Under the tree! Concentrate, Jennifer. Concentrate. We have to escape. Her ears flicked as she heard movement in the room behind. Movement and the metallic sound of a bolt action rifle sliding into place. The thick fur along her neck stood on end.

Emily whined as Madison bit gently into the other girl's torn pants. Madison pulled, jerking her thick, furred neck until Emily's pants tore completely. She huffed and bit again, helping to free her friend from her clothes. Emily was on all fours, her legs shaking. Madison nuzzled her friend and then pressed her nose against Emily's feet.

The heel of Emily's left slid, forcing her feet at an awkward angle. She dug her feet into the ground, pawing as her toes shortened and cramped. Madison licked at the trembling foot with her long, wet tongue again and again in encouragement. The balls of Emily's feet widened and lengthened, pulling her toes against them. Madison's tongue slipped between Emily's toes, up the flattening arch and to the disappearing heel.

Bones cracked in Madison's hips and the girl's waist dropped, forcing her long, lean, furred body straight. Jennifer watched fur sprout along Madison's stomach, hiding her shrinking breasts and teats.

Madison shook herself. The girl was no more and, instead, a huge blonde wolf had taken her place. Madison sniffed at the tunnel and then turned to Jennifer with a questioning look. The huge wolf gestured at the tunnel with a shake of her muzzle, her ears flicking for a moment.

Jennifer huffed. She tried to sit but her knee bent awkwardly. Her pants constrained her and she pawed at them as Madison had. No. Got. This. I've. I've got this. The young girl hooked a black claw from her hand carefully into her zipper, pulling down. She turned her hand, wincing as it refused to move properly. Her elbow seemed nearly locked in place. She hurried, slicing up through the band above the zipper.

Laying on her back, Jennifer wiggled her wide hips, her tongue hanging out of her muzzle. As she squirmed, the ground scratched the fur of her back and she groaned in excitement. Nipples formed along her stomach, tightening at the tingling pleasure racing along her spine. She kicked her legs, yipping as her knees refused to bend.

Teeth gripped the leg of her pants. Jennifer rolled her head to see Madison and Emily's jaws clamped on her pants. They pulled as she moved and they helped free her. Jennifer rolled, going to all fours to shake herself. Her thick black fur shifted along her body. The three girls lapped happily at each other's muzzles, their heavy tails wagging above them.

A voice. In the other room. Human. Jennifer growled at it and all three considered making a stand. No. No kill. Don't! Don't kill him. I know my words. I remember my words. I won't let the wolf take over, Jennifer thought. She scented the air and saw Alex in her mind. Somehow she knew it was him, her mind remembering the man's scent in the room.

Fire traced down Jennifer's neck, straight to the tip of her tail and she yipped in panic. The time! No! How- How long has it been? Was that feeling telling me it's done?! That I'm stuck like this now?

Jennifer turned and made her wall to the tunnel. She crouched on all fours and squirmed through. Madison and Emily followed shortly after.

The other side of the room had another moon painted on the ceiling. Jennifer craned her neck to look at it. She closed her eyes, raised her muzzle and howled. The young girl put every emotion into it, her voice rising higher and higher until Madison and Emily joined in. The sound was deafening in the small room and all three wolves held their long ears flat. Slowly their proud, powerful voices faded together.

There were words written on the wall and Jennifer focused her mind to read them: The forest lies behind you and the curse is broken. You pause at a stream to drink before you change back, to hide your true self. Below them were three large bowls. Jennifer padded over to the middle bowl, sniffing carefully at it. She could smell sweat water.

Oh, the still-human part of her thought. She sat on her haunches with her packmates behind her. Waiting for her. A small sadness formed deep in her powerful chest but, still, the young girl bent to the bowl and lapped at it. Her friends went to separate bowls to drink.

It took time for them to shift back and each of them changed differently.

Jennifer's breasts swelled beneath the black fur of her chest and her hips clicked, shifted and widened. She lay on her side, panting, breathing through her moist, black nose. She could feel the fur sliding back into her body and she arched her back, shivering at the alien pleasure of it. Her proud tail slowly pulled back into her, the fur sliding against and between her ass and thighs, forcing her to bite her lips and groan.

Beside her, Emily twisted, shaking her thick neck as her jaw moved and her furred fingers lengthened. She lowered herself to her knees when the bones reshaped beneath her and her legs bent. She lapped at her nose, panting until her body began sweating as a human would. Her chest heaved and eight nipples untwisted into smooth skin on her bare belly. The young girl cursed as her words came back to her.

Madison pressed against the wall, stretching her legs back behind her. Her tail was raised, exposing the thick black, wet lips of her sex. She howled quietly when her haunches widened into human hips, a taut, muscled ass and strong thighs. The blonde fur on her chest bulged and two tiny, pink nipples appeared, pushing through the fur as her small breasts re-formed. She licked her lips and then blushed as she realized her face and mouth were entirely human.

The stood on shaky legs, nude and unembarrassed by it. They were pack now. A deep bond had formed during the brief time and, even human, they felt it. As one, they laughed and hugged each other, rubbing their faces and foreheads against each other's cheeks and necks.

"I had no idea how stacked you were, Jenn," Emily said. She reached forward, lifting her friend's heavy breast without shame. Jennifer grinned in return.

"For fuck's sake!" Madison growled. "You're so damn tiny but still have bigger tits than me, Emily."

"Your nipples are bigger, though," Jennifer told the athlete. She touched Madison's hard stomach, tracing a light finger along the lines of her muscles. "So beautiful."

"Ladies," a polite voice called from behind a door. "Are you decent?"

Jennifer blushed wickedly, separating from her friends. She turned to the door and noticed three robes hanging on hooks. She cocked her head, wolf-like at the hooks and they each clothed themselves.

"It doesn't feel quite right, does it?" Jennifer asked, feeling the soft cotton against her bare, dark skin. A low ache settled within her. To be naked again. To be free.

"No," Emily said. The girl ran her cheek against Jennifer and they pressed their heads together before hugging again. Emily laughed, running her hand along her smooth mound. "Maybe we can't grow fur and claws again but if I don't shave my pubes I can pretend I still have some fur left. Are you guys in with me?"

"I-" Madison swallowed. "I almost wish I hadn't drank from the bowl."

The girls nodded quietly together and then followed Madison as she opened the door.

An older gentlemen smiled widely. He was trim and shorter than Madison with a short grey beard. "So, ladies, if I may ask, how was it?"

The girls stared at each other, lost for words. Unable to describe how freeing it was. How powerful they'd felt. The connection they'd had.

"I miss it already," Emily said. "Is there- Can we-"

"Can we go again?" Madison asked.

The man smiled, waving them forward as he walked to the exit.

"I think you'll find," the man told them. He opened the door and the cool night air made the girls shiver. "That that's entirely unnecessary. I would ask you to spread the word but I'm afraid so few can find us. Enjoy your evening, ladies."

The girls padded out on bare feet, moving together with Madison in the lead. The full, silver moon hung above and they stared at it, baring perfect white teeth.

"Oh, and ladies," the man said from behind the door. They turned to him, their reverie interrupted. He smiled widely at them and Jennifer felt goosebumps rising along her body. "Happy hunting."

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Soft white LED tube lights filled the simple room. Within the room was a huge table lined with high walls. The room was sterile and white and even shadows were seemingly banished by the array of lights. Five black cameras watched the table, four in the corners and a large dome camera directly above.

Dr. Bowman looked up from the monitors on the table before her. She saw herself in the thick glass set in the wall separating her from the white room. She blinked her tired eyes and then massaged the bridge of her nose, pushing her stylish glasses up until they brushed her thin eyebrows. The table held a massive maze and, within the maze, a brown rat sniffed the air.

The young buck paused, seemingly to orient. A doe waited in the corner of the maze but several "rooms" of food lined the way. The doe was in heat and this was her second cycle with which the male had been exposed. He was unmated and young but also hungry.

It was a simple experiment more suited for a community college and Dr. Bowman would be insulted to be part of it if it weren't for the additional parameters. She stared at the small black cap of plastic surgically implanted into the buck's back. It was used for spinal injections and all of her rats had them.

The young male took a tentative step. His ears twitched and then he turned to stare at the camera closest to him. Dr. Bowman looked the young male in the eye. She caught herself looking for signs of intelligence in the deep black eyes. Signs of knowing. Sighing, she laughed quietly to herself. The trials showed increased intelligence in the subjects but nothing approaching knowledge of self or their situation.

Still, the two stared at each other and the moment stretched. The young scientist shivered and then jumped at a quiet knock on the door behind her.

"Dr. Bowman?" a muffled voice asked.

"Yes, come in Charles," Dr. Bowman answered. She stood, stretching on the toes of her white sneakers.

The door opened and one of her assistants, Charles, popped his head in.

"We're taking off for the night," he told her. "And we're going over to Piper's for a drink. It's Friday and Jen's birthday is tomorrow so we're celebrating. Do you want to come with us?"

"No, thank you Charles," Dr. Bowman said. Too many people, too much noise and too much useless chatter about nothing important at all. "I've got so much work to do still and I want to finish before I go home. Tell Jennifer I said happy birthday. Should I get her a card?"

"Oh, no, Dr. Bowman," Charles replied, still half-hidden behind the door. "It's okay. I'll let her know. Good luck with little Ein tonight and I'll see you Monday morning."

"Yes, I'll see you then, Charles. Goodbye."

The door closed and Dr. Bowman frowned. Ein? Short for Einstein, I suppose? She had her own name for the rats but had never told anyone since it seemed juvenile and embarrassing. She turned to sit back at her console and noticed the male methodically searching the maze. It so far was ignoring the food and was occasionally scratching at the walls.

"Alright, then, Charles," she whispered to the young buck. It scratched at an outer wall, scraping white paint with its little claws before sitting back to stare at what it'd done. "What're you doing now?"

What was more surprising to her was that he was next to the female. The unmodified doe ran in little circles with its ears trembling. Charles ran to the room containing the female. Dr. Bowman expected him to hit the little "open" switch with his nose but he stood outside the hatch, chittering. He then ran back to the wall and tapped it with his claw while his ears twitched.

"Fascinating," Dr. Bowman breathed. Her eyes flicked to the corner of the screen to make sure she was recording (a hold over from years ago when things were done more manually - everything was recorded all the time now) and so she caught a tiny email notification window. She clicked to her email while watching Charles scratch at the wall. "Are you trying to talk to her, Charles?"

Dr. Bowman glanced at her email and then frowned. It was from the director, Dr. Stevens, and he rarely talked to her. Her frown deepened at the subject line: Human trials. With a double-click she opened the email.

Dr. Bowers,

I'd heard the new batch is testing well in simulation with the infusion from Dr. Bowman's rats. I'm afraid we have to push up the timeline as our investors are growing impatient. I will find subjects. Meet me tomorrow morning on the eastern campus.

Dr. Stevens

With a frown and her brow knitted in confusion, Dr. Bowman tapped her lips. She'd never heard of Dr. Bowers or her rats being used for anything behind her tests. She kept strict control over the rats to prevent outside influences and all of her logs were up-to-date. They were kept in supervised cages with limited access and the org chart placed Dr. Stevens far away and above her department.

Dr. Bowman hit reply and typed a reply.

Dr. Stevens,

I'm afraid you must've accidentally emailed the wrong person!

Also, I'm not sure but did you mean my rats or does Dr. Bowers have their own? If mine, I'm afraid there must be some mistake.

Thank you for your time,

Dr. Bowman

Just before she hit "Send" another email appeared: an email recall notification from Dr. Stevens. She'd already opened the email and knew it wouldn't work so Dr. Bowman sent her reply. While she waited for an answer, she browsed to the logs for her rats.

Dr. Bowman gasped, pressing her small hands to her chest as the power went out. Small hairs raised on the back of her neck and she stood quickly as her heart hammered in her chest.

"Okay," she whispered to herself. "Okay. You're okay, Trish. You're okay."

She made her way to the door while her eyes adjusted to the dark. The angular handle for the door clicked when she bumped into it and she swallowed nervously, pressing it down to step into the hallway.

Faint red lights glowed ominously along the corridor. She blinked and turned left, her slim fingers sliding along the wall. Dr. Bowman pushed through the double doors leading into a small, empty reception area. Her eyes adjusted well to the dim, reddish light and she carefully made her way towards the exit.

After a few minutes that seemed to drag into hours, Dr. Bowman found the lobby and immediately covered her eyes against a harsh glare blinding her.

"Dr. Bowman?" A voice called out. The voice seemed vaguely familiar.

"Yes, that's me. Can you put your light down? It's terribly bright." She walked to the voice and saw three vague figures through the light. Finally close enough, she recognized Dr. Stevens standing behind two security guards.

"Oh, Dr. Stevens! Is everything-"

"Grab her!" Dr. Stevens yelled. "Hold her!"

The light dropped and Dr. Bowman stepped back, her mouth open. Hard fingers gripped her and pulled her down to the ground. Her breath left her in a painful rush and she tasted blood from biting her tongue. Her ears rang and she spat blood when she tried to talk.

"Hold her down," Dr. Stevens hissed. "Grab her legs and keep her back steady. Don't let her move."

Dr. Bowman kicked and bucked her hips when she felt hands against her legs. One of the hands moved, pressing against her lower back and she squirmed in place. Cold hands along along her back, pulling up her sweater and lab coat.

"What-" Dr. Bowman coughed and spat. "What are you doing? Please, I'm Dr. Bowman! I work under Dr.-"

White hot pain bloomed in Dr. Bowman's back as a needle slid through her skin. The young doctor screamed and nearly choked on the blood in her mouth. Veins stood out on her neck and forehead and she strained, gritting her teeth against the pain. The heat from her spine quickly spread through her body, burning as it consumed her from the tips of her ears to her toes. Sweat broke out along her forehead and back.

"There, I'm done," Dr. Stevens said from behind her. "Restrain her and bring her along for observation."

No, no no no no! Dr. Bowman screamed in her head. She twisted, screeching in the near darkness and her muscles trembled. With a sharp twist, she threw one of the men and pulled herself up into an instinctive defensive crouch.

"Fuck! Grab her you idiot!" Dr. Stevens screamed. "Grab her!"

One of the security guards stood before her, rocking slightly left and right, waiting to see which way she'd run. Tricia Bowman twitched and trembled in fear, her eyes darting around the room. Her heart raced painfully in her chest and she hyperventilated.

The man lunged and Dr. Bowman twisted, leaping for him. She screamed in a high pitched screech and her nails slashed against the man's throat. Blood sprayed the air and the man clapped his hands to his throat. The young woman continued her jump, rolling into another crouch when she landed. She looked over her shoulder to see the second security guard and Dr. Stevens running toward her.

Dr. Bowman turned and fled down a hallway as Dr. Stevens yelled behind her. She turned left blindly and jumped as lights began flashing in the hallway. The young woman squeaked, sliding along the floor as a large security gate slammed down in front of her. She pressed off of the wall and pushed running quickly down a side corridor.

Yellow lights strobed, mixing with the red backup power lights to turn the entire building a garish palette of colors mixed deep shadows. She pressed herself against the wall, eyes darting left and right.

Calm, calm, calm. Oh god. Oh god did I kill that man? Dr. Bowman looked at her hand. Blood slicked her fingers and palm, already drying into a sticky mess. She slid up against the wall and strained to listen for the men. Her back was on fire and even the cold walls did little to soothe the pain. The injection site throbbed in a rapid fire tempo that matched her heartbeat.

The young woman closed her eyes and listened. The ridges within her ears moved, pressing smooth and flat and forcing the small rounded tops of her ears to slide through her short brown hair as they elongated. They trembled as she strained to listen.

Sharp stabbing pains bloomed in her ears as small bones crunched loudly within. Dr. Bowman hissed and pressed her palms against her ears, rubbing them fiercely. Her fingers touched the edge of her ears and she froze.

"What- What is-" Dr. Bowman stuttered quietly. She slid her small fingers along her ears, feeling the smooth, flat skin. As she touched the soft, silky skin within her ears, the skin dented, folding slightly. She rubbed the thin skin between her fingers again and again, not believing what she felt.


Dr. Bowman fell to her knees and then her side, twisting and kicking, scrabbling against the floor. It'd felt like someone was trying to rip the spine from her body. She moaned, grinding her teeth until the pain diminished. Carefully, slowly, she reached around to feel her back. Sweat covered her skin and she felt a small bump where the needle had pierced her skin. The entire area burned to the touch.

Something poked against Dr. Bowman's finger. She explored it tenderly and felt it slide against her finger. She pinched it and pulled, feeling it grab against her skin. Something else tickled her fingers. The young woman stopped and slid her hand against her spine, shivering at the sensation.

Dr. Bowman's fingers slid through a light coating of fur sprouting along the sweat-slick skin of her back.

Her mind blanked as her hand rubbed over and over and over and over. The fur was growing in a thick patch and now she could run her hands through it. She felt it sliding against her body as it grew, trapped by her sweater and coat. She shivered again and bit back a moan as her nipples tightened from the feeling of her fur sliding against her slick skin.

Voices echoed through the building and Dr. Bowman's ears twitched, swiveling to catch the sounds. She ground her teeth, fighting the tickling pleasure growing in her chest.

"Human trials," Dr. Bowman whispered. She touched her right ear again. It couldn't be possible but what else was it? she asked herself. She couldn't see herself but she knew the way her ears felt and she could picture them and with the fur...

The voices warbled in her still growing ears and she pushed herself to her feet. Her sweater was tight against her body and she could smell her wet fur. The young woman wrinkled her nose in reflex but then raised her chin and sniffed. It wasn't an unpleasant smell. It was her but stronger as the fur trapped her scent.

She shrugged her shoulders, working her arms until her lab coat slid to the ground. She was overheating and still felt too hot even without the coat. And she itched terribly as her fur scratched her skin and the sweater. She shifted, hissing quietly while she reached back to scratch herself.

Dr. Bowman moaned again, clawing at the fur of her back. She nearly drooled as she scratched along her skin and fur.

" here... saw," voices came to her jumbled. Dr. Bowman hissed loudly and then hunched, pressing her hand against the wall. Black cameras watched her in the corners, their normally bright red lights flashing a weird pink color. She spared a quick glance at them before moving.

The building was gigantic and multi-leveled and she was in an area she wasn't familiar with. She walked quickly but carefully, blinking up at the dark gray lights lining the ceiling. The yellow lights were a dull amber and she pinched her nose. The lights were red and yellow. Red and bright yellow. Red.

"My glasses," she whispered. She stopped and looked around, her ears twitching in frustration until she realized she couldn't remember when she'd lost them. Despite the dull colors around her, she found her eyesight had improved. She could read the large letters at the end of the hallway that told her she was in "LAB 02".

"... here..." Dr. Stevens said far away.

Dr. Bowman ran, her fingers trailing along the wall. She turned a corner and her nails bulged as small claws pierced her fingertips, scratching against the thin paint covering the wall. She snatched her hand back as she turned another corner. Mumbling to herself, she massaged the aching joints of her hand until she found an empty room.

She darted into the room, closing the door as quietly as she could. She could feel her skin crawling along her back beneath the sweater as muscles moved. The fur shifted and then she stumbled as her hips went completely numb.

Cold sweat broke out along Dr. Bowman's arms and legs. Nausea swirled in her stomach and she leaned against the wall inside the room. She slipped her hand into the band of her slacks, feeling cold, slick skin against her feels. Her hip was dead to her touch, as if she were touching a slab of meat. The young woman massaged her hips and ass until tiny pinpricks answered her touch. The numbness wore off with a dull ache throbbing deep within her hips.

Dr. Bowman's hand stopped at a small bulge at the base of her spine. Her breath caught and she pressed slightly, feeling the skin move. She could feel small, hard bones shifting just beneath the surface of the skin. The bulge swelled beneath her fingers and the skin seemed to harden near the tip. Short hairs surrounding the bulge tickled her. She touched the hairs, tracing them up the small of her back. They thickened beneath her fingers in a line, joining with the tuft growing over the spine. She stopped when she felt her claws scrape against her skin.

She snatched her hand away to stare at it. The joints of her finger felt inflamed and she flexed them before stretching them open. Dark black claws tipped each of her fingers with sharp points. The young woman hissed through her teeth as her right hand spasmed. She heard bones crack and the skin moved. Her fingers lengthened. Tiny dark black spots suddenly appeared on the back of her hand and her eyes widened as hairs sprouted.

Fur, she told herself, watching as it grew slowly down her forearm. She pulled her sleeve back and twisted her arm back and forth until a sharp hot pain flared in her hand and she clenched, making a fist. Muscle bulged in her forearm before disappearing beneath a thin coating of black fur. She shivered, feverish as her other hand began to grow into a freakish semblance of a rat's paw. Thick, rough flesh bubbled from the palm of her hand.

The loud sharp crash of glass breaking jerked Dr. Bowman to attention. Her long, folded ears trembled and a small squeak escaped her lips.

"Have to move," she told herself. "Have to move. There has to be a way out."

The young woman panted as she opened the door and entered the hallway. She felt like she was burning up and her sweat-soaked sweater clung to her body, restricting her breathing. The stub of her tail flicked as she moved, running in a crouch until she was sure nobody had seen her. She grabbed at the collar of her sweater, pulling it to release heat. The cool air slipped inside and she groaned.

With a quick glance, Dr. Bowman pulled at her shirt. She twisted and squirmed and squeaked as she worked it off of her with awkward, long fingers. Her claws kept catching and tearing at the fabric until it was dotted with holes. She flung the sweater and it smacked wetly against the wall.

Dr. Bowman sighed happily, crouching down to her hands and feet, stretching her small, lightly furred body. She shook herself, flinging sweat from the fur of her back like a dog. She hunched on her knees to run her hands through her hair and down along her back where she could reach. Over and over she cleaned herself while her mind raced.

There has to be a way out of here, she thought. Her upper lip bulged slightly and holes opened in the skin. Two slick whiskers sprouted from her lip and she rubbed at them, licking the furry back of her hand before sliding it along her lip and cheek. More whiskers grew forth and she rubbed them, too. The warehouse! It has a loading dock!

She stopped and looked around, trying to figure out where she was in the building. Dark hars slid from the skin around her belly button. The hairs sprouted in a lazy line down, disappearing into her pants and then even more slowly up the middle of her chest. She scratched idly at them with her short claws.

A lot of labs around me, she noticed, remembering the writing on the wall. She tilted her head back and sniffed the air. Cartilage creaked within her nose and she sneezed, violently and her nasal bone snapped. Tears of pain filled the young woman's eyes and she pressed her fingers tenderly against her nose. Her gums began to ache with a dull heat.

Bones within her face seemed to snap and move and she tasted dull copper at the back of her throat. Dr. Bowman gently leaned forward to press her forehead against the ground, groaning through the pain blooming in her jaw. Her eyes and nose burned as her jaw stretched, growing out into a short muzzle with the slow groaning of bones. Dr. Bowman sneezed again and spat blood.

"F- Furrck!" Dr. Bowman cried out, blinking through her tears. She explored her odd new mouth carefully, feeling the gaps between her teeth. The tip of her tongue touched her front teeth. She could feel the two front teeth slowly fusing together and, when she licked at her bottom front teeth, she felt a large, single tooth that had replaced them. It scraped against her front tooth as it elongated.

Grinding her front teeth brought relief and she felt a wild urge to bite and chew and gnaw.

A chair. The leg of a chair. All wood, she told herself. She knew her rats; knew their habits. Their need to sharpen their teeth. She felt it deep in her core now. She hungered for it in a strange way and her mouth watered.

Dr. Bowman jumped at the sudden feeling of cold against her skin. Between her thighs. She looked back to see her short, wrist thick tail lying on the ground. It was dull gray and it twisted as she watched, as if happy at the attention it was receiving.

"H...rd.... so...thing," Dr. Stevens' voice said from the distance, echoing in the hall and caught by her long ears.

Fabric tore around Dr. Bowman's thighs. She twitched her ears, listening for the men while massaging her sore thighs. The seams or her pants had split and she felt her thigh muscles bulging beneath her skin. Her pants dug into her waist and Dr. Bowman bit her lip, drawing blood before she remembered her new long teeth.

Nobody will see, she told herself, feeling her odd cheeks burning. It doesn't matter now. It doesn't matter. I just have to get to the warehouse and get out of her.

The young woman pulled at her pants, her fingers fumbling with the clasps holding them together. She hissed in frustration and her pupils seemed to widen. Further and further they grew until her entire eyes were swallowed by pure black. Colors seemed to fade before her and she hissed louder, scrabbling at her pants, shredding them with her claws until with a loud screech, she ripped her pants from her body.

She knelt there, panting, head bowed. Sweat slipped from her hairline, down her muzzle to drip to the ground. Her chest heaved and with a cry, she tore her bra from her body, her forearms and biceps bulging until the clasps snapped. A thick line of fur covered the middle of her lean, hardened frame, fanning out on her belly until it faded to sparse hair along her hips. The fur on her chest seemed to cradle her small, bare breasts.

Dr. Bowman's simple white panties bulged over a thick tuft of fur covering her sex. She stared at the fur between her thighs and along her belly. The fur down her middle slowly sprouted to creep out to her sides. She couldn't look away from it. Small holes opening in her skin to emit thick black hairs that coiled and tangled with each other.

She touched the fur along her hips, feeling the softness between her elongated fingers. The fur dragged and pulled at her skin and she hissed and moaned as her claws slid against her waist.

The young woman's bare tail hung heavy on her lower back. It moved and wrapped itself around her leg before untying itself to writhe on the floor. Her thighs were heavy and thick with muscle and her calves were beginning to bulge as well. Unlike the pain from her small muzzle, she felt a small bit of pleasure from it.

Easing herself awkwardly back onto her ass, the scientist took her sneakers and socks off. She stared at her feet

"Where.... Damn.... her!" Dr. Stevens screamed far away, his voice lost in the labyrinth of labs and offices.

She hunched forward, taking her foot in her hands. She massaged her heel and bridge over and over while grinding her teeth. Her thin, long fingers pressed hard, kneading the muscles and skin, pressing them forward to the tips of her toes.

Rough skin rasped against the pads of her hands and Dr. Bowman turned her foot to look. Calluses were forming on the heel and ball of her foot, growing thicker and thicker until they were proper pads.

I know, she told herself. I know. Just a little more. Just a little more. It doesn't hurt if I don't fight it.

She kept pushing and massaging and felt the bones reshape under her fingers. The ball of her foot slowly began to push forward and widen, pulling her toes with it. When her other foot throbbed for attention, she grabbed both, one with each hand. Eyes closed, breathing steadily, she pushed. Her feet and toes lengthened and pins and needles danced along her feet. Sharp points of pain flared in her toes and she hissed, opening her eyes to see black claws emerging. The claws grew forth, larger and larger and she flexed her long toes until she scratched at the ground.

With a heavy sigh, Dr. Bowman released her feet and rolled her head, feeling wisps of fur from her neck tickling her bare shoulders. She scratched lightly at her neck. Rough stubble along her shoulders scratched her fingers before sprouting further into soft, silky fur to match her arms and back.

Dr. Bowman stood, slightly hunched, on strong legs. She pressed herself against the wall. She took an experimental step and her tail slammed against the wall as she steadied herself with it. She pushed away, standing alone and her tail shifted as she moved.

She felt strong and light and she itched to move. Her ears nearly vibrated atop her head and their movement shifted her long hair.

The labs. I can find my way from here, she told herself. She remembered a map she'd seen once, on the wall during a fire drill. She knew the way and so she padded silently down the hallway on long, nimble feet.

Twists and turns confounded her but she kept a mental map and backtracked until she pushed into the warehouse. It was huge with cranes overhead and racks of equipment and boxes but the exit had to be at the far end. It had to be.

Dr. Bowman crinkled her nose at the scent of oil and other chemicals. She rubbed her paws against her mouth and swiped it back down through her hair. She crouched, looking around carefully with deep black eyes. She took a hesitant step on all fours and then another before standing, her ears twitching and trembling.

Nobody here, she told herself. She thought to herself as she walked, sometimes hunching, sometimes dropping to all fours but quickly standing to walk on two legs. Her heavy, bare tail hung above white panties nearly swallowed in thick fur. She clawed at her panties absent-mindedly and then ripped them off. How can I fix this? I need someone to help me. Someone I trust that knows what they're doing. My assistants!

The exit loomed before her but the lights suddenly clicked on and Dr. Bowman screeched. Her eyes were solid black and they darted while the fur at the back of her neck stood on end.

"-to be here. Line of clothes leading this way and we checked everywhere else," a voice she didn't recognize said.

Dr. Bowman ran, dropping momentarily to all fours before standing again. Her long tail streamed behind her and her fur rustled as she ran faster than she ever had. The young woman crossed her arms around herself and crashed into the exit. The door's hinges groaned and snapped under her and she flew into the night air. She rolled, her tail thumping painfully against the ground over and over.

Shouts behind her. Dr. Bowman scrambled to a stop, her claws scratching the ground. She ran on all fours now, her claws digging clumps of dirt from the ground. She could feel the wind rustling the fur of her back, and her belly and her nipples tightened on her breasts. She grinded her teeth to hold back a moan as the huge building vanished behind her.

The young woman slid to a stop. Dirt clung to her fur and she desperately wanted to clean herself but she was FREE and she'd ran so incredibly fast. The cold air shocked her lungs and she laughed with a high pitched shriek. She was exhilarated. Alive with energy coursing through her body. She-

Dr. Bowman's knees weakened and she fell with a moan as she came into her heat.

It hit her suddenly and painfully. Not like the slow burning fire she'd felt in the rare times when she was attracted to someone but like someone shoving a burning dagger into her guts and twisting.

She leaned forward, arching her back and tail with her head raised. Her pussy glistened in the pale moonlight and muscles contracted within, opening herself to show her readiness for any passing buck.

She panted, aching to touch herself.

No, she moaned. No. Oh. Oh god. Oh god. I need. I need it. Oh god. I need to be fucked so bad. No! I'm- I'm more than this. I won't- I won't-

The young woman hung her head and her hand trembled down her body, sliding through the thick fur of her belly. Her fingers rubbed sore, sensitive skin and she groaned, pinching the skin. He twisted beneath her touch and she went to her knees, leaning back, clawing and pinching along her belly as five sets of teats grew beneath her fur. Skin twisting into nipples above milk ducts forming beneath the skin.

Fire burned in her head, confusing her. She scented the air, trying to think. Trying to find a mate. Trying to remember where she was going. She needed to stand up. To be bent over and fucked. To get away. To be filled with cum and babies.

"Noorrr," Dr. Bowman said, grinding her long teeth together. WIth supreme effort, she forced the gnawing heat out of her head and stood on weak, trembling legs. My assistants. I have to find them. I have to mate. To- no, No! To get help. To get away from this place.

She moved. Slowly. Her thighs rubbed together and she felt the slick fur over her engorged pussy. The base of her tail pressed down, adding pressure that was driving her wild. She gasped, breathing through her nose for a moment before realizing how strong her scent was.

Piper's, Dr. Bowman remembered. They're at Piper's.

She forced herself on. Forward. One step at a time. She'd never felt anything like the heat coursing through her and had to battle constant urges with every step. Her neck ached to be bitten. She could feel the phantom claws of a lover on her back.

Dr. Bowman fell to her knees again and looked up dully. The local bar was before her: Piper's. Her wetness dripped freely from her pussy, mixing with the dirt. Her pussy flexed open again, begging to be filled.

Charles, she thought. Her assistant was standing outside, smoking. She moaned, leaning forward on her arms, arching her back and tail in reflex. He. He can help. Fill me. No, fix Me! Fi- F- Fuck me. Give me little babies. No. Nooooohhh god. He can- he can help. Fix this. He can-

Rational thought fled, consumed by her heat. She ran on all fours, slamming into him. Holding him down. He tried to speak beneath her but she kissed her and licked him and bit him, tasting his blood and her own from biting her own tongue and lips in a frenzy. Rubbing her swollen sex against his rough jeans until they were soaked from her need. He tried to speak but she couldn't hear him.

Charles thrashed and pushed at the creature on top of him, tasting blood and fur, trying to fight her off. Dr. Bowman clawed at him, shredding his shirt and pushing at his pants. Her heat was palpable Her mind was a chaotic blur: Help me fuck me fill me mate me fix me until i'm full of his cum and my belly is so fat from babies and his teeth on my neck and his cock inside my aching pussy-

Dr. Bowman's claws ran down Charles' back. Fur began to sprout from the man's shoulders and he shook, his hands holding her now, reflexively. Keeping her close. His nostrils expanded to take in the doe's scent and he hardened beneath her. Wanting her. He would take her and then- he scented the air again, smelling Julie and Jennifer inside. A wide grin split his face as his jaw cracked.

Charles' human mind screamed uselessly against the mating frenzy that had taken hold. The screaming faltered and began fading. He saw himself as if he were far away and realized in horror that he was beginning to enjoy it. As his body twisted and squirmed above the female, rutting in the dirt, that small part of him whimpered as the thought of breeding females began to fill him with immense, undeniable pleasure.

When the bar's door opened and a young woman's voice called out for him, the part that was still human whispered excited instructions.

And the outbreak started.

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Concepción buzzed around me as dusk settled upon the city like a mantle. Bright city lights ticked on one-by-one, illuminating the streets and shops in the small district. I watched two young artists from one of the many universities set up canvases on tripods while musicians found their corners, instrument cases open to accept donations.

It was a young city full of beautiful men and women. Alive with a frenetic energy that was contagious. I smiled as a man took his date by the hand, twirling her away before pulling her back into her arms and hugging her close. A grandfather, relaxing in a well-worn chair by an old shop, shouted out encouragement. The girl blushed and pulled her lover through the growing crowd.

I watched them for a moment before turning back to the letter in my hand:


I'm sending this letter back with the captain. I don't have much time as the captain seems eager to be off. We weren't greeted at our arrival but we have a map and your father and I are well suited for finding our way. If we were able to survive our time in the Amazon then I'm sure we'll be fine here.

It's an interesting area (and now I have to write faster, the captain is already trying to leave, he's grumbling behind his scarf about storms and spitting quite a lot like a fat old, angry llama) with broken, weathered columns overgrown with moss and ivy. A light mist covers the ground but the sun should burn it off shortly. There's a certain smell but I think (hope) it will lessen as we move inland.

Oh, the captain is yelling at me now. I have to go. Give my love to Delilah and I can't wait to see you both in three days!

With love,


I couldn't hear the distant sounds of the port but I could see it from where I sat. The ocean lay beyond and, somewhere over the horizon, the island of New Raleigh waited for me and my sister. I checked my watch and sighed. Delilah should've been here by now. She'd last texted that she was touring the library at the Universidad de Concepción and I had no doubts she'd lost herself in the depths of it.

With a last check of my phone, I texted my sister to let her know I would go meet with the captain. I folded my mother's letter, placing it as a bookmark into my Bible and then left, apologizing to everyone I bumped into on the crowded street.

The old streets in this district were cobblestone and made for foot traffic. The amount of noise was nearly overwhelming: laughter and loud, fast conversations blended with enthusiastic music. I passed a slim young man quietly singing what sounded like a love song and then, later, a quartet blaring the local flavor of Chilean rock. A crowd gathered around the latter, singing and dancing and I had to squeeze through all of them.

I was sweating by the time I left the largest of crowds behind. A cool breeze wafted from the nearby water, bringing with it the salt of the ocean. Far into the distance, I swore I saw a bright flash of lightning. My sister and I had waited two weeks for Captain Agustin to return. Port Authority told me a bad storm had hit shortly after the captain had dropped my parents off. They'd only regained communication yesterday.

The captain should've arrived this morning but I didn't want to harass the man until he'd had time to unwind from his extended travels. Someone from his crew had left the letter at my hotel with a note to see the captain in the evening and so I made my way to where he'd docked.

It took only five minutes to find the Pampero. In the darkness, I could only see a few crew aboard, moving slowly at whatever tasks they had. The ship had been a yacht before (so I'd read while waiting) the captain purchased it and refitted it. Now it served to ferry people along the coast or for longer distances when needed.

The ship looked worn. Barnacles clung to the sides, just above the water line and a scummy patina covered the sides. The ship's name was nearly completely covered by a slick green film that seemed to glow in the light. I shivered and pressed my palm against my nose as a sudden chilly wind sliced through me, carrying a foul stench with it.

A loud popping sound startled me and I caught a shower of sparks from the corner of my eye as one of the nearby lights went out. A few men shouted behind me and I watched them walk to the lamp, pointing and arguing over it.

When I turned back to the Pampero, a dark shape stood on the dock next to it. Water lapped at the dock and it swayed but the man (or woman) stood preternaturally still. Unmoving as if rooted to the planks. I saw him from the side and as my eyes slowly began adjusting to the darkness, I saw clothes that hung loosely over a thin frame. As if a child wearing his father's clothes.

I waited for a few minutes, unsure of what to do. I felt unnerved for some reason, shivering again. The figure never moved and I began to wonder if my eyes were playing tricks on me, confusing a large sack for a person in the darkness. Yet, it wasn't there when I'd turned to watch the men working on the light.

Clasping my hands to my mouth I called out, "Hello!"

It, He (for it surely was a man), turned to me. First his head swiveling on neck and then shifting, his body turning. I took a step and then hesitated.

"I'm- I'm looking for Captain Agustin!" I said, loudly.

The man said something but I couldn't make out the words. I swallowed, took another step and then nearly laughed at myself for being foolish. Shaking my head, I walked forward.

And then stopped. Facing the man. My sweat turned cold and I shivered involuntarily.

He stared at me through milky, unblinking eyes. Even in the dim light, I could see how white his skin was and I swore it glinted in a distant light. Despite the heat, he wore a thick, ragged scarf that covered his neck and hung to his waist. His dark hair clung to his scalp in odd patches and I couldn't tell how old he was. He looked as if his skin was stretched over another man's frame.

"Is," I swallowed hard. The man's gaze was unnerving. Could he even see me through his cataracts? I clutched my Bible close my body as if it were armor. "Is Captain Agustin h-?"

"Are you the boy?" the man rasped.

"I'm sorry?" I asked.

"Are you the boy?" the man said again, in the exact same tone he'd just used. Water dripped from the man's scarf and it hung heavily on his shoulders. I swore I saw it shift around his neck for a moment.

"I don't know who you're looking for," I told him. "I'm Elijah Brooks and I'm looking for Captain Agustin. I'm supposed to meet him tonight to plan my trip to New Ra-"

"I'm Captain Agustin," the old man replied, cutting me off again.

I opened my mouth to reply and then closed it again. Fat angry llama, my mother had written. The man before me seemed withered and unable to rouse any kind of emotion but he had a scarf like my mother had written. I shifted my weight and saw dull silvery light shining at the back of the man's eyes but when I blinked, it was gone.

The hair along my neck seemed to stir and I swallowed. Some instinct pulled my gaze and I looked up to see six men standing at the railing of the ship, staring down at us. They moved as one when the ship rocked and I could feel their eyes upon me as if it were a physical pressure.

"I'm sorry," I explained, looking back at the man. "I don't mean to be rude but I was expecting someone else. Captain Agustin was described to me by my mother and-"

The man before me suddenly animated at the mention of my mother. He blinked and I swore I saw his cataracts shift as his eyelids closed. He clasped his hands together beneath heavy sleeves and bowed his head, giving me a good view of the mottled skin of his scalp. He began rocking back and forth before me and I turned as I heard the crewmates beside us murmuring.

The men on the ship had their heads raised, swiveling back and forth while they hugged their bodies. I struggled to hear what they were whispering but I was certain they were just repeating "The mother" over and over again.

"We leave in two hours," the man told me, jerking my attention back to him. "You will come with us, boy."

"I- but, captain," For who else could it be if not the captain himself? "It's night. Surely it'd be better to leave in the morning? I don't mean to tell you how to do your job but sailing at night seems reckless."

"Kek," the man gasped, as if his tongue had rooted itself to the top of his mouth. He touched the scarf along the side of his neck, pressing water-wrinkled fingers against the fabric. Water welled around his fingers before being sucked back into the thick wool. "We leave in two hours."

I watched the captain shamble up the simple plank leading to his ship. His crew had settled and continued to watch me until I turned and made my way back into the city.


"I'm telling you, Delilah, something's wrong." I sat in the room I shared with my sister. My Bible was open and I held my finger to mark my place in the middle of Matthew, chapter three.

My sister stood at the side of her bed, arranging her clothes. Barely thirty minutes had passed since I'd left the port and I still felt out-of-sorts. I'd been reading my Bible to calm myself until my sister came back. She seemed unperturbed by the news and was excited to be off.

"Elijah, you always worry about everything," Delilah said. Her voice dropped deeper as she mimicked our father. "Look to the Lord and his strength; seek his face always."

"You didn't see him," I said. "The entire thing was just incredibly creepy. I think we should write to mother and talk to the officials in the morning. Maybe it was the wrong ship."

"There is no other Pampero, just the one. You know that, Elijah," Delilah replied. She turned to me and sat on her bed while placing a few of her smaller clothes in her backpack. I sighed as she assumed the exasperated older sister look. I was very familiar with it. "Look, I know this is your first mission. I remember mine when I followed mom and dad to Africa and I remember how terrified I was. It's okay to be scared, truly. But New Raleigh isn't Africa. Or the Amazon."

"I'm not scared," I lied. My things were already packed. I'd spent the morning arranging my things to rid myself of the nervous energy that had overcome me when I'd received word of the captain's arrival.

"They asked us here," Delilah said, zipping up her backpack. She set it on the floor with the rest of her luggage. "We're expected and wanted. We're not walking into some... some... hostile village trying to convert anyone. New Raleigh was founded by Americans back in the early days. I read about it at the library today. There wasn't much and the book was very old but a little before the 1800s, back in New England, a group of Methodists broke from the church after receiving some sign from God. They came down through South America before sailing off to found New Raleigh."

"We're not Methodists," I reminded my sister.

"Neither are they," she answered. "Not anymore. I didn't see the letter they wrote to the church or what the church told mother and father but, from what I gather, they've lost their way. They've been cut off a long time. Honestly, I'm excited about going and not just to spread the Word. I just really want to see what they're like now. How they've changed and adapted over the, well, the centuries."

I chewed on that for a moment, feeling my anxiety twist my stomach into knots. Although it was only for a moment, I couldn't stop seeing that flat silver light through the captain's cloudy eyes.

"Pray with me, Elijah, before we leave," my sister said. She knelt at the side of her bed, turning towards it and bowing her head.

I placed the letter in my Bible to mark my spot and knelt next to Delilah. Her presence was soothing. She'd raised me while our parents were gone, spreading the Word of the Lord as missionaries. She'd been firm but fair and never complained about her duties, even the times when I'd misbehaved. The many times.

"I'll lead," Delilah said, her hands clasped before her. "Dear Lord, please look over us as we set off on our journey. Watch over the captain and his crew as we cross the ocean to-"

I repeated the words in my head, feeling myself calm. And yet, twin tarnished silver lights stared at me in the darkness behind my closed eyes.


The ship groaned around me, rocking and swaying and swooping on the open water. I lay in my bunk, my sister asleep above me. Her breathing was strong and steady with the occasional snort that was immediately followed by her twisting in her sleep and mumbling a sleepy "sorry".

The captain had met us without a word and barely acknowledged Deliliah. The ship was utterly dark and no crew members seemed to be aboard. We followed the frail man along the deck until he brought us below and to our cabin.

I couldn't help but plug my nose a few times along the way. And, even now, I could taste the faint scent of the ship at the back of my throat. I couldn't place my finger on it, whether it was sewage or swamp or just the smell of a ship constantly on the water but it was strong and sometimes made my eyes water.

Turning to the side, I stared into the dark. Pale shafts of mossy-green light flickered from the floorboards as the ship rolled. I looked for dust particles floating in the light but saw none. I expected the ship to be louder and was surprised at how quiet it was overall. Especially since I thought our cabin was located in the stern (I'd asked my sister what the proper word was) and, therefore, near the engines.

I lay in my bed, feeling the worm of anxiety twisting in my stomach. The darkness was heavy on my shoulders. I closed my eyes and whispered fierce prayers to the Lord to keep me and my family safe.

Eventually, I drifted in sleep.

And I dreamt.

I was alone in the cabin and the ship thrummed around me. I was surrounded by the same green light from when I was awake. Standing in it, my stomach twisted and I tasted bile in the back of my throat, mixed with the cloying stench of the ship. The light seemed to caress my skin with an oily touch that made me shiver.

I looked for Delilah but she wasn't there and so I left before I vomited. I ran up the short steps and stood on the heaving deck, gripping a metal handle set by the door.

The sky was black with red outlining gigantic ominous shapes that coiled and moved in ways no clouds could. Watching them made something deep within me - some ancient animal instinct, perhaps - recoil in fear and hatred. I wanted to find the nearest rock to cower under.

To the fore were seven dark shapes. Six of them arrayed in a semi-circle at the bow while the seventh stood behind them, facing forward. The thrumming that I thought was the engine was coming from them. Powerful chants that cut through the night, causing the not-clouds to twist and roil overhead. The lone seventh figure had its arms raised, screaming into the night. Something was wrong with its arms but when I tried to focus more clearly, the ship crested a wave and I lost my grip on the handle.

I slid and cried out, sure that I'd be lost overboard but I slammed against the railing and clung to it.

The ocean glowed a sickly green that made my bones ache. Bloated dead fish floated on the water, pulled along in the ship's wake. A few burst when they surfaced, spraying red blood that the very air seemed to absorb. My stomach heaved at the smell of them, thousands of dead creatures weaving in the water as if they were the trailing tentacles of a kraken.

And then the ocean opened.

In the dark beneath the green, a single baleful eye, wider than the ship moved. Focused on me. It knew me in a way I couldn't understand. I screamed, tearing my throat from the force of it. I tasted blood and the chanting filled my mind until I knew nothing else.


I woke, sitting in my bed and drenched with sweat. My throat was sore and I could hear a torrential rainstorm outside.

Stumbling, fearful, I made my way up the stairs, opening the door that led to the deck. I held the handle while my heart hammered in my chest. Before I could stop myself, I wrenched open the door and stepped out.

The deck was empty and the sky was clear and full of stars. I still heard the rain so I rubbed at my ear. And felt wetness. My own blood was smeared along my fingertips, thick and red and speckled with black flakes. I touched my other ear and felt the same.

I heard a whisper above me that drew my attention but the sky was clear and quiet. Away from the city, the sky seemed afire with points of light. I found myself looking for the constellations. To find anything recognizable that I could anchor myself against.

Turning in a slow circle, I only felt my heart race faster.

No, I thought to myself, turning again. My fingers turned white while I clenched my hand on the handle by the door. No, no no.

Stars filled the sky but none were the constellations I'd always loved to find.

Where the North Star should shine was a single red star glaring at our world.


I woke, terrified that I was still dreaming. Every muscle in my body ached.

"Hey, you're up," Delilah said. I startled and looked over at her. She sat at the small desk in the room, reading again.

"What," I rasped. Swallowing, I tried again. "What time is it?"

"You slept through the day," my sister told me. "Tossing and turning. I almost woke you but I thought you'd know how much sleep you needed."

I touched my ears, expecting to feel blood but my skin was smooth.

"I had the worst nightmare," I told her. I tried to remember it but it was all gone. Chanting. I remembered chanting. And a red-eyed monster. My head throbbed and my throat was incredibly dry. "Is there any water?"

Delilah handed me a plastic bottle and I gulped it without pausing to breathe until it was completely gone. I was still thirsty but I'd survive. I rubbed my temples and then my neck, massaging the tender skin while rolling my head.

Only then did I realize I had an erection. I shot a glance at my sister as my face flamed bright red. I quickly pulled the blankets up around my waist and sat there awkwardly, waiting for it to go down. It throbbed beneath the blankets, in time with the pain in my head.

"Is," I cleared my throat, looking at the stairs, away from my sister. "Is it still light out?"

"No," Delilah said, distracted by her reading. "You literally missed the entire day. The sun set nearly an hour ago. Are you hungry? I couldn't find the captain but I didn't look too hard. I've mostly been keeping inside the cabin except to go out and look at the water for a little bit. I have some food I brought with us."

The thought of food turned my stomach so I shook my head. I couldn't stop staring at the smooth curve of my sister's neck and I cursed my hormones while telling myself what a disgusting person I was. I didn't want my sister. It wasn't that. It was just that I was a young man and I couldn't help it. My father had taken me aside when I was younger to explain things. And he'd talked to me since then over the years. Sex was natural. Our bodies betrayed us. Hormones forced us to act like animals. Uncontrollable. But we weren't animals. And we could restrain ourselves. There was no shame in acknowledging that we had the urges but to act on them, that was the sin.

So, no, I didn't think of my sister in that way. But I also couldn't help a last glance at her smooth neck and collarbone and the way a few strands of her beautiful hair had escaped the lazy bun she'd made.

I found my Bible and read from Matthew, chapter 4 in order to remind myself of Jesus' temptation by the Devil.

I lost myself in the Word until I felt something thud against the hull of the ship. The ship rocked up and then down but was still.

Delilah turned to me, blinking rapidly to adjust her eyes away from her book. "We can't be there already."

I closed my Bible and stood as my sister did, following her up the stairs and onto the deck.

A vast island stretched out before us and, even in the dark, I could make out tall trees and a large spire (a mountain? I couldn't be sure) at the center of the island. The gangplank was down but I couldn't see any crew. I saw a large orange glow somewhere between us and the mountain.

"I'll get our things," I told Delilah, heading back to our cabin. I'd packed light (too light, my sister had said) so I was able to carry both of our gear together. By the time I was back, my sister said she'd found the crew - waiting for us on the shore.

The crew were in a line beside the captain. They were all hunched and rocking slightly. I suppose too long at the sea or ocean might do that to people. My sister and I walked down the plank and then stood on the pier. I thought for a moment that it was swaying under me until I realized I'd grown used to the ship's movement in the short time I was aboard.

We stood together for a moment, waiting for the captain to say something. The moment grew longer and more uncomfortable until Delilah cleared her throat. She moved her arm as if to offer a handshake but then seemed to think better of it.

"Thank you, captain," Delilah said. "I have no idea how we got here so fast but it was a pleasant, short journey. I hope you have a safe trip back."

"She waits for you," The captain hissed, his face hidden in the dark.

"She-?" Delilah half-turned to me. "Our mother?"

The six crew fell to their knees, arms outstretched before them. "Mother! Mother!" they cried, heads down against the ground. The captain trembled and bowed, backing away.

"L- Let's just go," I said nervously. "Come on, they'll be waiting."

We made our way inland. When we reached the treeline, I paused and looked back.

The crew, captain included, were wading into the water. I watched for a moment as, one by one, the disappeared beneath the surface to leave their clothes floating above them.

"They just-" I said, swallowing again. I really needed more water. "They just swam off into the water!"

Delilah looked backed and shrugged. "Probably untying knots and whatever. Come on, I want to find them before it gets too dark."

We hiked through the forest for a short distance until we reached a village. I'd expected something large and at least a little modern but was surprised to find something more akin to ramshackle buildings. Worse, the entire little village seemed to be empty.

A large fire roared at the center of the village and I shielded my eyes against the enormity of it.

"Hello?" Delilah called out. "Is anyone there?"

I thought I heard a twig snap in the distance. I rubbed at my neck nervously while looking around. I could feel the moisture being drawn out of me by the fire.

"Hello! We're the missionaries that-"

"I know who you are, child," a voice spoke from our left. Delilah gasped and we both turned to see an old woman, bent by her age and hidden behind a heavy cloak that hung to the ground to cover her feet. She walked with the aid of an old stick and I could only see the edge of her chin from within the hood. "Come, we have rooms prepared."

"I'd- I'd- We'd like to say hello to our mother and father first, please," Delilah said, stepping forward slowly.

"It's late, child, and they already sleep. There is time in the morning. Come, come, I have your rooms ready." The old woman turned without waiting. She moved quickly for her age, her cloak swishing around her.

I moved away from the fire as we walked, on the other side of Delilah. I couldn't understand how she could stand so close to it.

The old woman stopped at one small shack and pointed. "Girl."

"We'd prefer to stay together," Delilah said, looking over at me.

"No," the old woman said. "It is against our- our faith that you should. You'll sleep apart."

"Please," I whispered, my hand going to Delilah's. I was suddenly terrified without knowing why.

"It'll be okay," Delilah answered quietly. "Look to the Lord and his strength; seek his face always. We're safe in his light."

I watched Delilah going into the little hut and then followed the woman to another building, further along.

The old woman watched me. I saw her eyes shine under her hood and I shivered at a memory. She seemed to be taking my measure until, finally, she said simply, "Boy."

I entered the small room and closed the door behind me. It refused to stay closed until I found a simple leather strip to hook around the frame. There was a bed and a desk and a pot that smelled bad. The bed was simply a frame raised off the ground with a hide of some kind stretched between the slats. There was no chair for the desk but there was a stone cup and jug.

Licking my parched lips, I dropped my backpack and poured a cup of water. I swallowed the entire cup of water before wondering if I should've smelled it first. But then, would I know what bad water smelled like? I finished the jug and then lay on the cot, feeling it sag beneath me.

I wouldn't be able to sleep. Not after the ship. And the nightmare. Not in a strange, unwelcoming place like this. With a sigh and a regretful look at the empty jug of water, I grabbed my Bible from my backpack and found my place.

I remember dozing through some of the night. On the edge of sleep but not entirely. The huge red eye stared at me every time I thought I began to drift off.

When dull morning light crept through the holes in the wall, I groaned and swung my legs over the bed. My joints were sore and hot and so I stretched to work them out. Groaning against the pain. Leaning against the wall, eyes closed.

The red eye stared back at me. Knowingly. I gasped, stepping back from the wall so fast that I fell, landing on my ass. My heart raced and I blinked several times until the image faded. I looked down to see my pants straining against my manhood. The memory of pale, soft, smooth skin flared in my mind's eye clear enough to make my teeth ache and my cock throb. I grit my teeth and pulled my knees to my chest, holding them there until I was flaccid. I don't know how long it took but I recited the Lord's Prayer again and again until it was over.

I unhooked the simple door latch and stepped into the open, breathing in the humid air as if I were drinking it. The fire had burned down to ash. I glanced around to get my bearings and then made my way to where Delilah had stayed. The door was ajar and I pushed it carefully.

"Delilah," I called softly. I peeked inside but it was empty except for her belongings.

I turned and then cried out as a cloth bag was pulled forcefully over my head and powerful hands gripped my arms. I kicked instinctively but found nothing to hit.

"Let me go!" I cried out, panicking as sharp nails dug into my skin. I tried to work my arms free but the hands holding me seemed as strong as chains. "Let me go! Please! I've done nothing wrong!"

I waited for my captor to say something. Anything. No words were spoken but a sibilant laughter filled the air. The hands pulled me and I found myself being pushed, stumbling on my own feet.

"Please, oh God, oh Lord above, please, listen to me," I said, hot tears running down my face. "My family and I are missionaries. We're harmless. We're just- oh God, where is my sister? What have you done with Delilah?"

No-one answered me. I kicked back, finally striking the person holding me but didn't even elicit a grunt. I winced expecting a return strike but, again, nothing happened.

"Please," I moaned, slumping as my legs gave out. "Please just tell me what you want. Please."

I felt myself lifted and my feet dangled free from the ground. Carried as if I weighed nothing at all.

I sobbed most of the way, occasionally begging for the person to tell me what was happening. To tell me anything instead of just the silence I was served. My voice ran out as my throat went dry and I hung, defeated.

Eventually we stopped.

"Let him go!" Delilah cried out. My head snapped up and in her direction when I heard her voice.

"Del-" I called and then screamed as I was flung in the air. My hands went up over my head and I curled into myself, expecting the worst. It hurt when I hit the ground but I rolled and sat up, pulling the sack from my head.

I was in a simple metal cage made of thick metal bars. Four huge, cloaked figures stood at each side, armed with a large staff. I couldn't see their faces but their arms and legs were massive. Delilah and I were separated by a line of bars through the middle of the cage. She pressed herself against the metal, reaching for me with her hands. I ran to her and clutched her hands to mine and we cried together.

"She- she's here," Delilah whispered.

Still holding my sister's hands, I turned to find the old woman standing by the door to the cage.

"What do you want?!" I yelled, emboldened by my sister's presence.

"You, boy," the woman answered. My heart sank. "You will complete the ritual. You will be the seed to breed the children needed to free Father. Glory be to Him."

"I- Never!" I screamed as Delilah's fingers clamped painfully against mine. "I walk in the Light. The Lord watches over me!"

"Are you thirsty, boy?" The old woman asked.

The odd question stopped me, confusing me. I swallowed and licked my dried lips and answered, voice cracking slightly. "No."

"It grows," she says. "You've seen it, haven't you, boy?"

My fingers went to my throat. "S- Seen what?"

The old women leaned close, her face nearly touching the bars. She whispered in reverence, "Father's gaze. The Red Eye."

It flashed before me and I fell back, pulling my hand away from my sister. Heat coursed through me and I choked, gasping for air as I tried to scream. When I came to, I was on my back and the old woman was gone. My hand was tight on my own throat and I hissed through my teeth as I relaxed my fingers.

My throat was swollen and hot and I licked my dry lips. I rolled to my side and groaned as my erection rubbed against the ground. My traitorous hips rocked once before I went to my knees, hugging myself.

"Elijah?" Delilah asked carefully. "Are- are you okay? What did she tell you? Are you hurt?"

I'm fine, I tried to say. Shame burned in me and I shook my head.

"Elijah, you're scaring me," Delilah said. "Talk to me. Please."

"I'm okay," I whispered. Was I talking to her or myself? "I'm okay."

"What did she say?" Delilah asked again.

"Nothing," I lied. Soft, pale skin from her neck to her collarbone. And the hidden swell of her breasts. "I don't remember. It's nothing."

"Come here. Please. Sit with me, Elijah."

I shifted, feeling my manhood. Hard and thick against my thigh. Groaning. I shook my head and then, out loud, "No. I'm sorry. Give me a little bit. I- I feel sick. Give me a minute."

Delilah clutched at the bars, watching me with tears in her eyes. I wanted to go to her for the comfort she always gave me but I couldn't. Not with my shame apparent for all to see. Not with the dirty thoughts whispering in my head. I moved slowly, pushing away until I felt the cage against my back.

I breathed deeply and slowly, swallowing to taste the moisture in the air.

"Do- Do you remember when you found father's matches?" Delilah asked. She stood and walked to the same side of the cage I sat against. I chanced to look in her direction and saw her looking ahead, toward the mountain piercing the sky. "And you accidentally started the fire in library? All I heard was you scream and then run. I put out the fire and hid everything but we didn't find you until bedtime. You were so young that you don't remember, do you? I told mother and father that we were playing hide and seek and that's why you were missing."

I only remembered it vaguely. Hiding in the dark. The fire. Thinking I would be sent away.

"I protected you. I always will, Elijah," Delilah told me. Her voice trembled. "I raised you and protected you. We'll make it through this together."

A whimper escaped my lips and I hugged my knees close.

"Is your throat okay?" Delilah asked me. "You screamed so horribly and then you choked yourself. Your face turned- Are you okay?"

I touched the side of my throat. It was still sore and hot, as if I were feverish. I had no doubt that I was. I breathed deeply, shuddering at the edge of sobbing and I felt something shift within my throat. An alien feeling that made me gag. I ran my hands along the nearby grass until it was wet from the morning dew. The water was cold and soothing as I rubbed it against my neck.

"I'm okay," I lied again. I desperately wanted to change the subject. "What was mother like when I was young? And father?"

We talked, sitting apart, separated by the bars. Our captors brought water and some kind of soup, which I ignored, despite the rumbling in my stomach. I could see vegetables but also some kind of meat floating in it that I didn't trust. Delilah picked at her soup, nibbling on a few of the vegetables in the broth before putting it aside. We talked, laughing over stories of growing up and getting into mischief together.

The sun sat on the distant horizon, huge and fat and red. Our conversation had winded down and we sat together quietly, lost in our own thoughts.

"Boy," a voice called. I turned to find the old woman standing behind me. Without another word she tossed something into my cage. My Bible.

I scrambled for the small book, thankful for this one kindness. Feeling a small seed of hope beginning to bloom.

Until I opened it.

The Bible was my own, I'd recognize it anywhere with it's worn edges and notes in the margins. Now the pages were vandalized. Where I randomly opened it was a lewd picture of a woman on all fours being pleasured by a man from behind. Drawn crudely in thick, black ink, I saw the man had three eyes and gills and the woman had rows of sharp teeth and three pairs of breasts.

I picked another random page and found hurried writing in a script I didn't recognize. It hurt my eyes to read it and my head throbbed, forcing me to draw in a sharp, deep breath. I subconsciously rubbed more dew on my neck before turning the page again. More writing around an illustration of a woman squatting to lay eggs while a single malevolent eye looked on. My manhood stirred, sliding against my thigh and I shuddered from the feeling of it. Warm soft flesh tearing biting licking blood forcing her open Dagon opening the way Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu-

I cried out and threw the book, pushing the heels of my hands against my eyes and sobbing.

"Elijah!" Delilah yelled, against the bars of the cage once more. "What is it? What's wrong?"

"They- they- they-" I hiccuped. I couldn't tell her so I just shook my head and cried until there were no tears left in me.


They came for Delilah at sunset. Three of them with the old woman at the front. All cloaked in simple robes with the last fading rays of the red sun casting shadows within their hoods. They stopped in front of Delilah's side of the cage and she fled, pressing herself against the bars opposite. The old woman stamped her staff and the lead figure disrobed.

He, for it had to be a he with his erect penis, stood eyeing Delilah. A monster made real. His skin was scaled and segmented like an alligator, mottled with green and black spots. A long tail, as thick as my thigh curved behind him, the blunt tip little brushing the ground. It - He - licked his lips. His face was misshapen. Elongated with two small slits for a nose and a jaw lined with sharp fangs. His neck fluttered to reveal small gills and I gagged, clutching at my own throat in response. An old, ragged scarf hung around his neck.

"No!" screamed Delilah, pressing herself back as hard as she could. "NO!"

The creature stalked into the cage when the old woman opened the door. Delilah ran to the corner of her cage and crouched. She was hyperventilating, eyes wide and white as the lizard man walked to her. It hissed with a thick, long tongue that seemed to taste the air until, finally, he stood above her.

"Please," I begged. "Please don't do this. Please. I'll do whatever you want. Just make this stop. Please don't hurt her!"

The old woman turned to me and I looked at her. She blinked and I saw not cataracts but a nictitating membrane that slid over her eyes. She smiled warmly.

"Boy," she said, her grin widening until it nearly split her face in half. "You can't stop this. Not any of it. She is lesser and will learn her place. As you will learn yours."

I heard my sister scream and I looked over at her to see her on her knees, her face pressed against the ground. I saw her sex between her spread thighs just as the monster pierced her. Birds took flight as my sister shrieked loud and long.

I vomited noisily to the side as the old woman laughed.

Oh god. Oh god. I could smell my sister's blood. My manhood stirred and the old woman laughed louder, deep enough to nearly drown out my sister's screaming.

"Stop," I moaned, my lips trembling as my pants grew tight. Each thrust from the creature caused my sister to scream louder. "Stop. Please make it stop! Please! Oh God. Oh Lord in Heaven, please. Please help us! Please!"

The creature was grunting and I could hear him slamming into my sister again and again and again and again. Wet with her blood. My sister's screams had been reduced to choking sobs but I dared not look at her. The old woman's laugh dug into my brain, raising the hackles on my neck.

"Stop!" I felt dizzy. Nauseous. My head spun and the scent of blood filled my throat with every breath. I couldn't fill my lungs. Despite gasping for air, I felt like I was choking. "Stop! Just- Just stop! Just! SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU WHINING CUNT!"

I clasped my hands to my mouth in horror at what I'd said. I gagged. And choked. And gasped and then sweet air filled my lungs.

But my mouth was closed.

The skin along my neck trembled, tickling in a strange way that made me moan. I touched my neck in horror and felt wet, raw flesh beneath flaps of skin. Three rows of gills, drawing air into my lungs.

I looked at the old woman to find her crouched outside the cage next to me. She no longer smiled.

"No," she whispered. "You can't stop any of this. And, soon, you won't want to."

I didn't notice when they left. I sat stunned, my mind chewing on nothing but the horror I was living through. No, no, I had to be Ph'nglui. Had to be. Nothing more than a dream.

Eventually, I came back to myself with a shudder.

"Delilah!" I said, running to the divider. She lay on the ground with her tattered clothes covering her naked body. For a moment, I worried that she was dead but her leg moved and I breathed again. I clamped my hands against my throat, feeling the strangeness of the gills. The air didn't taste nearly as sweet without them. "Delilah! Oh God, Delilah."

She said nothing but I pleaded with her anyway. To talk to me. To tell me she was okay. That she was alive. Instead, she curled herself into a tighter ball and shook quietly.

I grit my teeth and clamped my hands against the thick wood separating us. My gills fluttered and the sharp scent of blood and sex filled me until my knees weakened. I fell and sat, staring at nothing. Feeling nothing. Worn out. I was exhausted but still couldn't sleep.


The night was deep and quiet when three figures approached my cage. I huddled back, trembling in fear. Wondering if it were my turn to be violated.

"E- Elijah?" the lead figure asked. I knew that voice. I would always know that voice.

"Mother?" I asked, going to my knees. "Mother! Oh thank God, you're still alive! Delilah, mother's alive! She's here!"

"No," came Delilah's soft voice but I ignored it and ran to the bars to greet her, reaching my hands out to her.

Long, slim hands reached for mine. Thick, translucent skin connected her fingers together.

I yelled, pulling my hands back to clutch them to my chest.

"N- no, mother," I stuttered. Please, God, no. Please.

The figure - my mother, slowly sank to her knees and her hood slid back. I could hear the pain in her voice when she called to me, hiding her hands in her sleeves. "Elijah, please."

Her face was transformed. Heavy ridges distorted her cheekbones to pull her face wide. Her lips were thin and pale white over a mouth too big and too wide. She tried to hide it but I could see the tiny sharp teeth behind the lips. A clear membrane slid quickly across pure black eyes, a mockery of a blink. Her luxurious brown hair was gone, leaving behind thick skin that glistened in the moonlight as if wet. Her skin had tinted green with black spots and black lines.

Beneath my mother's head, her neck was thick and wide and her own gills fluttered with each breath she took. As I watched, she closed her eyes, leaning against the cage to draw in my smell. Her nose was now merely a bump with two slits for nostrils. The slits widened and something within them opened, quivering as she filled her lungs.

"Ohh," my mother moaned. She gripped the bars with her webbed hands and pulled herself up on her knees. Her cloak slid open to reveal a wide, heavily muscled body. Her skin was slick down her torso, shining in the pale light and I could see the curves of her breasts, small and high on her body. I looked away, feeling my cheeks flood with embarrassment. "Elijah. My son. My boy. They told me you were here. Come. Come closer. Let me hold you. Let me touch you. They said. They said you were here. They said I needed you. And you needed me."

I couldn't move. I watched as my mother shrugged her shoulders and the cloak slipped to the ground. She was nude and now I couldn't look away. She'd been petite before but now she was as wide as father. Wider. Her arms bulged as she flexed against the cage. My gills flared to take in her scent and my cock stirred. It slid in my jeans and I pressed it, unable to stop myself. Grabbing it. Twisting it until I felt the head of it slip from the band of my pants.

And then it grew. My cock swelled and pressed forward. Changing. I groaned at the ache building in my stomach. The head of my cock bulged as ridges formed around it and small bumps formed along the shaft.

"My boy," mother said, rocking her wide hips in a circle. I saw the curve of her ass. Mesmerized. "I understand now. She comes. She comes to purify me. Oh. Oh. Oh, She's so beautiful! A pure red light shining in the darkness and I will be Hers! Yes! Oh, Elijah. My son. My handsome boy. I can see how much you've grown. I can smell how much you want me. My womb aches for you. I want to be filled by you, growing fat with Her eggs. Feeling them slip from between my pussy, knowing they're yours and mine. Father Dagon send it happen soon. I- She-"

She turned to show me, pressing herself back against the bars on her hands and knees. My mother rocked her hips, sliding her sex up and down as if beckoning me. I watched as the skin around her vagina move. It... stretched... and her ass and hips widened, pushing her asshole up as her womb widened.

For me. For me and the eggs I would give to her.

I swallowed. Reached for her. My hands trembling. Wanting her. To fill her with my m'tinh until she was full of it. She moaned, lowering herself and I saw her spine press against her back. The bones pierced her skin and I pulled at my cock, licking my lips at the scent of her blood. Her spine grew into sharp bony protrusions. Her tailbone cracked and slid out and I saw her sex tremble from the pleasure of it. Trails of blood slid down from her growing tail, mixing with her the wetness between her thighs.

My sister whimpered and I blinked.

"Oh!" Delilah cried out. I turned, the spell broken. She was on her knees, her clothes on the ground around her. "Oh! I see it! I see it! Father!"

I looked around, my heart racing. Father? Father was here?

"Father!" Delilah moaned, tears streaming down her face. Her pert breasts shook as she trembled from emotions. "Father Dagon I see your gaze upon me!"

No, I mouthed. My sister stretched before me, her torso lengthening as black spots appeared beneath her skin. Her breasts pulled into her body, shrinking slightly. She ran her hands along her body and only then did I see the blood along her neck and chest and chin. Sharp little teeth were pushing through her gums, breaking the ones she'd had until her mouth was lined with the deadly fangs.

Delilah hissed with a smile that grew too wide for her face.

I braved a look in the sky but saw nothing. No grim red eye staring back at me.

"Father, no!" Delilah yelled, jumping to her feet to clutch at the bars of her cage. She reached to the dark sky. "No, Father, please! Don't go! Show me! Show me more, please! Faaaaather!"

I pulled into myself. Into a small ball on the ground as my sister sobbed.

Exhausted beyond my limits, I eventually fell asleep.


I awoke with a scream. Senseless dreams of things larger than our world deep beneath the oceans. No. Not beneath the ocean. Beneath the world. Waiting for us. R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. Always waiting. Swallowing us. Staring. Staring. Always staring.

"Delilah!" I called out.

"Here," my sister answered, dully. "I'm here, Elijah."

"Oh thank G-" I stopped. Her long, lithe body lay against the bars, her back to me. She wasn't covering her nakedness. I saw hints of green in her skin with faint stripes and spots of black. Parts of her skin looked slick and patches of her hair was missing. "Delilah?"

"I prayed," she said. "While you slept. I can't sleep. I can't close my eyes. I see It. I see Him there. Every time I blink. Staring into me. I'm. I'm forgetting the words, Elijah. I'm forgetting them. The prayers. I can't. I can't do this. I feel it inside of me and it terrifies me because I'm starting to-"

"Don't," I told her. "Don't give up. Just. Just give me a minute. Just wait."

I found my BIble in the corner. I took it carefully, closing my eyes. Feeling a strange, cool slick skin slid against them.

The flesh between my fingers was transparent with corpse-white coloring lining the edge. I could see the tiny red blood vessels inside. I swallowed and breathed at the same time and then opened my Bible.

On this page, a winged nightmare wrapped a three foot long tongue around a screaming man's cock. I could still read the text underneath the crude drawing.

"B- But he said to me," I read. "'My grace is- is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore I will boast-"

My eyes were drawn to the picture. I swallowed and rubbed myself, staring at the woman's tongue. She had a lizard's fat tail and I wondered, briefly, what it felt like. I looked at the man's horrified expression and then back down to the woman's tongue, seeing how it slid against his length as my hand slid against mine.

I heard Delilah moan and I stopped. She was facing me now, pressed against the bars. Her tongue lapped at the air and her eyes were nearly all black.

"Delilah," I stammered. "I didn't-"

"Elijah, my pretty boy," my sister purred, almost a perfect copy of mother's voice from last night. "Always so pretty. I watched you. Always. Always watching you. Caring for you. Touching you. Do you know why I bathed you every day, Elijah?"

"No," I whispered. "Please, Delilah, no."

"Oh, yessss," Delilah said, her tongue flicking out. "Yes. I cleaned you so well, Elijah. You'd laugh and swat my hands when you were older but I told you to hold still so I could clean you so well. Only in my own bed, late at night did I pretend I was using my mouth to do it."

Bile filled the back of my mouth and my gills trembled. "No, this isn't you. This is- This is the thing controlling-"

"We were so alone all the time, Elijah," Delilah cooed. Her dream-like expression hardened and she grunted as bones snapped in her jaw and face. Drool escaped her mouth as her lips strained to contain her growing muzzle. Just like the creature that had taken her in the night. "Our parentsss off ssssaving ssstupid villagersss in the middle of fucking nowhere. Leaving usss. You were all I had. I almosssst took you ssssso many timesssss. I thought about lying and ssssaying it wasssss a game or a sssssecret or sssssomething good boyssss did for their sssssssssisssterssss but I wassss ssssuch a good giiiiiirl. Sssssinning every night with the thought of you inssssside of me. Elijah. You were alwaysssss mine but now, you're hersssss. Mother'ssss. Mother! Mother ssssee me! I'm your faithful sssss-"

Delilah flailed, clawing at the ground as dull black claws slid from her fingertips. Her back bowed and split and I looked away. Just like mother. Just like last night. Delilah, oh God, Delilah no.

My head swam and I spat into the ground, breathing heavily. Pain flared in my joints and my fingers broke. The clear skin between grew up, spreading my fingers wider and wider and wider. Dagon save me from this pain. Please, god, I can't. I can't be like them. I can't gh'weg like them.

"Elijah," a beautiful voice said. Clear as a bell and sweeter than anything I'd heard in my life.

I turned, tears in my eyes. Mother stood in my cage. Her legs were thick with muscle and hardened skin and small fins. She shined in the morning light of the red sun.

She was a hideous monster with the voice of one of God's angel.

I pushed back, sobbing. In time to see Delilah's cage open. Three lizardmen stood there and she threw herself at them, grabbing one's erection while taking another in her wide, foul mouth. The old woman struck Delilah and Delilah hissed, rocking to her heels.

"Cur!" the old woman screeched. "You dare! You dare act thus before the Mother? Crawl! Crawl worm! Crawl to the pit to join the others!"

Delilah lowered herself, her heavy, scaly tail flat against the ground. She slithered behind the lizard man like a snake. Without a backward glance. Two of the men turned to step into my cage and I pushed away from them, hiding my face away from my mother. No, I thought. No, not my mother. Not any more.

"You still resist?" the old woman asked. "You're strong. That's good, boy. That's good. Mother Hydra needs strong seed. She-"

"Silence," my mother said. There was no malice in her voice but it cracked with authority. "Elijah, look at me. Look upon my body. Look upon my earthly vessel. See your Mother."

I shook my head, not trusting my voice. My traitorous gills drew in her heady scent. She smelled of death and things rotting in the swamps. Of terrible flowers spread open, hiding their poisonous thorns. She smelled of blood smeared with feces and the cold tv'fwig of ph'than. And I'd never felt myself more hard than I was at that moment. I wanted to cry but if I opened my mouth, I knew I might beg. For her.

I felt her draw close. I felt it. Her presence pulling at me. Singing to the very blood coursing through my body.

"I am no longer your mother, boy," she said to me. It took willpower not to face her. "I am Mother of all. Mother Hydra reborn in this vessel. And I yearn for my mate. Locked beyond the stars, weakened by these... pathetic primates and their ancestors."

She lowered herself and I moaned, clutching my sides with my wide, webbed hands. I could feel my nails growing, sliding from my fingertips to pierce my shirt and dig into my side.

"I am She of many," Mother Hydra whispered sweetly, her breath smelling of middens and death and the promise of sex. "I will spawn with your seed. Laying my eggs deep within the pit of the earth until they burst and crawl their way to me."

Mother Hydra leaned forward, her thin lips nearly touching my ear. I shuddered and felt the gentle caress of my hair falling from my scalp in clumps. I was so incredibly thirsty. The veins at my temples throbbed. Below, my monstrous cock ached to be free, bumps and ridges scraping against my belly and the clothes I wore. Fire burned in my stomach.

Only then did I realize she wasn't speaking in English.

"Our children will break the world open like a rotten egg," Mother Hydra promised. "And Dagon shall be born from the wreckage. The ones that remain will bow to us, changed as the one you called your sister. Until our power grows and we find new realms to conquer. I shall set you above them. Do you desire that?"

No. Yes. No, I desired Her. Dear Gods in the depths, save me, I pray to you, Lords. Save me from this temptation.

"Hold him. I'll not force myself on him."

Strong hands gripped my arms and legs and I twisted, kicking and shouting wordlessly, still afraid to speak. Afraid that Her name would be first on my lips. Cold claws shredded the remains of my clothes and I lay naked, my manhood tall above me.

She stepped over me, standing above and I saw Her through the thin membranes covering my eyes. I strained and felt something tear in my sides. I gasped in pain and bucked and the skin below my ribs separated. Oxygen flooded my body from the gills at my throat and, now, the large ones at my sides. They drew the moisture from the air as they drew Her scent. Father Dagon save me, I could feel my strength leaving my body. My hands itched to touch Her perfect, slick skin. I closed my eyes and prayed to the red sun for redemption.

Mother Hydra slid forward and I felt Her cold, slick lips sliding along my cock. I looked at Her then, straining for Her, my tongue snaking out, longer and longer, to lick at the tiny white nipples atop Her shrunken breasts.

Father Dagon, please! I prayed. Clenching my mouth shut, I felt and then heard my teeth crack. Blood filled my mouth and I swallowed it greedily. Please. I can't-

The black streaks in the red sun opened. And focused on me. I trembled from His attention. Bones in my face cracked and I screamed, bucking my hips as my Mother impaled Herself on me.

"HE SEES ME!" I screamed in the Language. I was reborn. I could feel the pull of them in the pit. The feral lower ones. Chanting for Mother and Father. Chanting for me! The creature I'd thought of as the old woman abased herself, weeping tears of joy. Power flooded me as Mother Hydra lowered herself, gripping my cock tightly with her sex. "FATHER DAGON! I am yours!"

The ones holding me released me, unwilling to touch my flesh. As far below as I was to Mother Hydra and Father Dagon (as an ant to a black hole) I was a god to them still and they would never touch me again.

I wept cold tears as Mother took my hands to hold Her body. To explore the skin she wore. I dare not move as she pressed Herself to me, again and again. Her nearly human sex gripped me so tightly, the fish-white lips rubbing against the bumps along my thick cock. The earth moved every time she flexed Her hips. Small quakes trembled deep in the ground at the power from Her. And the promise of what was about to happen. My webbed, clawed hands glided along Her slick body as she raised her wide mouth to sing Her praises and promises to Her mate hidden beyond time.

She was beautiful. Shining like the molten red and gold of the volcano stirring beneath the island. I dare not look too long for worry of my eyes shriveling in their sockets.

I grunted. Feeling the seed within, waiting for release. And yet, I awaited Her pleasure and command. Hissing through razor sharp teeth, I held on as long as I could and the strain split the skin along my back. The earth died where my blood touched it and my spine dug into the ground, sprouting sharp spikes.

The world trembled and, for a moment, I saw my Father's realm. A silver labyrinth from which I could see Him wandering. Searching for the way out. Lost in the twisting folds of space and sliding geometry.

"Now," Mother commanded, drawing me back.

I howled and filled Mother with my seed. The world burned pure red and our servants died, dissipating into nothing while the ones deep in the pit shook in fear and adulation.

The light passed and Mother stood and thick, graceful legs. My cock slipped from between Her sex and a long line of my blackened seed trailed between us, leaving us connected for just a moment longer. She stood back and I struggled to kneel before Her.

Bones from my spine continued to push out, surrounding itself in raw red muscle and thick black flesh. My growing tail lashed behind me. I could feel my toes cracking and breaking to grow fins as was proper. The pain was nothing.

Mother Hydra touched Her belly and Her eyes flashed to red. The taut skin beneath Her hand bulged and She sighed.

"Come," she commanded. I stood, eyes low. Sure of my position far below her and thrilled that She would address me.

The island was bare. Blackened by the power released from her impregnation. Steam rose in thick columns from the ruined edge of the island and the volcano trembled a warning. I prayed to Father that my children would be born before the ch'tull could mount an offense againste us.

I chanced to look at Mother and saw Her full belly. She groaned and I took Her hand when She gave it.

Father Dagon watched from high above as I escorted Mother deep within the earth and into the old city of R'lyeh.

I would guard my children and lead them deeper into the city to break the prison.

Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn. The dream was almost done.
The Transistion of Elijah Brooks [TF, Corruption]
A young man and his older sister, both missionaries, journey to a remote island to join their parents, unaware of what awaits them.

Written on commission from fredwirtz on SoFurry.

This is definitely not my usual style and is very dark so, heads-up!  Read the tags for any particular trigger warnings for you.


Old Dog, New Tricks
United States
I started writing back in March of 2011 after years and years and years and wishing I could write. It all started with a dream and went from there. And, now? I have tons of ideas. Tons of ideas and not as much time to write, sadly :)

I'm also on FurAffinity, SoFurry, Literotica, FanFiction and Smashwords but I try to post all my stories on each place so no one place has stories the others don't. Except for Smashwords. They're weird sometimes.

Thanks to a keen-eyed reader, I was notified that my story "The Club" was being sold on Amazon without my permission:…

It's crap like this that makes me not want to post things for free any more.  I've spoken with Amazon reps and I guess their Kindle specialists will be in touch with me but, still.  Incredibly frustrating.

Grrrr :(


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rockyrhodes Featured By Owner Jun 25, 2015
Are you still writing? Just saying, it's kind of been a while.
OldDog77 Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2015

Yup, just taking a break for a while so I don't burn out.  I have quite a few ideas for future stories (including a possible self illustrated one!) but I've had some things come up and I also just need a bit of a break.  I'll be back to writing after a bit, though!
Filberg Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2014  Student Writer
Hey there! I have been a long time fan and I've decided to purchase some of your works but I live outside the USA any chance I can buy them by other means?
OldDog77 Featured By Owner Nov 16, 2014

Amazon has these pages on their Spain page:

The She-Wolf :…
Skin (Illustrated) :…
Legal Issues :…

The illustrated version of The Change (tons of awesome werewolf art) is here:…

But I don't see a page from Spain =/  So, if that doesn't work, you could maybe do a Paypal to me and I could email it or something?  
Filberg Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2014  Student Writer
I'm afraid that it's the only way unless if by any chance you sell it in the uk?
OldDog77 Featured By Owner Nov 21, 2014
Yeah - the Amazon stores also have a UK version of those pages.  Which story did you want?
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LunaticWard Featured By Owner Apr 23, 2013
Thanks for the Fave!
OldDog77 Featured By Owner Apr 24, 2013
Thank *you* for making great animations. Stop by and try some of the stories if you like!
LunaticWard Featured By Owner Apr 24, 2013
Will do!
albratross Featured By Owner Dec 28, 2012
anything new coming?
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