{"id":387,"date":"2014-11-01T21:36:21","date_gmt":"2014-11-02T04:36:21","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=387"},"modified":"2014-11-01T21:36:21","modified_gmt":"2014-11-02T04:36:21","slug":"the-gift-tf-multiple-werewolf","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=387","title":{"rendered":"The Gift [TF \/ Multiple \/ Werewolf]"},"content":{"rendered":"

A newborn princess is given a gift by an old crone – a gift that expresses itself violently on her wedding day.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

“And on this, the occasion of our daughter’s birth, we call forth the three fairies to be her godmothers.\u00a0 Wise beyond even their own years and powerful beyond our knowing, we offer our finest jewels to thee.”<\/p>\n

The king stood atop the dais, arms raised.\u00a0 His staff of office was held in one hand with the other bare to show his good intentions.\u00a0 Before him, a select crowd of nobles and rich merchants applauded politely.\u00a0 The queen, so fresh from a harsh childbirth, smiled thinly from her seat next to her royal husband.<\/p>\n

Doves were released from behind the throne.\u00a0 Chosen for their purity, their white wings fairly shined in the mid-morning sun.\u00a0 The doves, the symbol of their kingdom, spread in an arc above the crowd.\u00a0 A few unlucky nobles cursed silently when the birds relieved themselves but the ceremony otherwise proceeded as planned.<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

Three plump women bowed before the king as they waited to bestow their gifts.<\/p>\n

The first fairy touched the tiny sleeping princess’s forehead.\u00a0 A single golden lock of the child’s hair came free from the swaddling.\u00a0 “For you, tiny god daughter, strength of limbs and vitality to match.\u00a0 You should grow strong and true.”<\/p>\n

“From me,” said the second fairy, kissing the small child’s forehead.\u00a0 “Wisdom to know the true path you must take and the courage to see it to the end.”<\/p>\n

The last fairy, her fat cheeks wide on her face, brushed her fingernail against the child’s hair.\u00a0 “And my gift.\u00a0 The voice to call your people and the words to bind them to your cause.\u00a0 You’ll grow into a fine queen.”<\/p>\n

Cheers erupted amongst the people watching.\u00a0 The king raised his scepter higher while the queen smiled bravely.<\/p>\n

“And now-” the king began.<\/p>\n

A dark shadow formed in the spotless corner of the chamber.\u00a0 Light seemed to bend around the darkness, creating a wavering reflection of the surrounding room.\u00a0 The crowd murmured and moved, giving wide berth to the unnatural scene.\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 A noble lady gasped as a frail hand pushed through the black veil.<\/p>\n

“Wisdom, was it?” A cackling voice said.\u00a0 A thin, bony arm followed the hand and, finally, an old crone stepped through.\u00a0 “Strength?\u00a0 Leadership?”<\/p>\n

“Who are you?” the king demanded.<\/p>\n

“Pah!” the old woman shouted.\u00a0 She was dressed in rags, bent over her staff and her gimlet eye surveyed the crowd.\u00a0 “You beggar yourself for useless trinkets!\u00a0 Your kingdom is poor and surrounded by those who would take it for their own.\u00a0 And, instead of readying yourself for conflict, you frolic in your fields like na\u00efve children.\u00a0 While around you, vultures prowl.”<\/p>\n

The old woman’s staff click-clacked on the marble floor as she made her way to the throne.\u00a0 The crowd parted before her while the three fairies stepped down to face the newcomer.<\/p>\n

“It is our way,” the king said.\u00a0 His face grew red with anger, dark splotches forming above his well-trimmed beard.\u00a0 “We are a peaceful-”<\/p>\n

“No!” the woman screeched.\u00a0 “You hide behind your doves and your lambs, playing at peace, afraid to take up arms and offend your neighbors!”\u00a0 She turned in a circle, pointing her staff at the assembly.\u00a0 “And all the while, around you, your lords and ladies and blacksmiths sell their wares and their souls to your enemies.”<\/p>\n

“This is an outrage-!”<\/p>\n

“I would never-!”<\/p>\n

“Lies!”<\/p>\n

“My king, surely-!”<\/p>\n

“SILENCE!” the crone roared, stamping her oaken staff.\u00a0 A wave of force radiated from her.\u00a0 A few of the more brave men in the crowd stepped toward her.\u00a0 “Any man that touches me dies.\u00a0 Or lady.\u00a0 Know this and stand aside.”<\/p>\n

The three fairies stood alone before the old woman.<\/p>\n

“Will you harm her?” one asked.<\/p>\n

“No,” the crone answered.<\/p>\n

“You swear?” asked a second.<\/p>\n

“I do.”<\/p>\n

Click-clack went the crone’s staff as the fairies stood away from her.\u00a0 The third fairy gestured at the king and he backed away, his face ashen.<\/p>\n

Standing before the tiny princess, the old woman pricked her thumb on her own snaggletooth.\u00a0 Thick, rich blood welled from the wound.\u00a0 With surprising delicacy, she leaned over the small child and pressed her thumb against the babe’s lips.\u00a0 The child sucked at the thumb in her sleep, well trained by the touch of her nursemaid’s nipple.\u00a0 The crone whispered to the child and then stood.<\/p>\n

Ignoring the cries of outrage that bloomed around her, the old witch turned and made her way back to her magical globe.<\/p>\n

“Wait!” the king.\u00a0 Panic stood clear on his face.\u00a0 “What have you done with her?!”<\/p>\n

The old woman turned, her face grim.\u00a0 “I have made her fierce.\u00a0 As you will not.”\u00a0 Without another word, the woman turned, stepped into the darkness and was no more.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

The child grew under the watchful eye of the king, queen and her nursemaids.\u00a0 She was a beautiful golden-haired young girl and the darling of the court.\u00a0 She was fast and sweet and quick to laugh.\u00a0 Slowly, the king’s fears vanished.\u00a0 The old witch had failed, her curse perhaps broken by the fairy gifts.<\/p>\n

However, the king quietly chose to look into her warnings.\u00a0 In response, the nobles and merchants hid their dealings, delaying plans for years until the king’s suspicions were laid to rest.\u00a0 The kingdom flourished and the king eventually continued to ignore the small signs of tensions growing along his border.<\/p>\n

Princess Isabella learned her lessons well and without complaint.\u00a0 Never had anyone seen such a well-spoken, innocent young child.\u00a0 When she reached the proper age, she learned to blush prettily at the boys while reciting poetry or practicing her needlework.\u00a0 She sat with her mother, rapt with attention when told of more womanly duties.\u00a0 Her eyes sparkled at the thought of her own golden-haired children, even if the hows and whys of their creation were beyond her.<\/p>\n

When her blood came, she was terrified and tried to hide it.\u00a0 A few more lessons were given but, still, her innocence was preserved.\u00a0 The holy teachings forbid the glorification of intercourse for more than child bearing and so the young woman learned nothing of it save that a man and a woman were both needed.\u00a0 She need know nothing else, her mother assured her, as her lord husband would instruct her properly in their wedding bed.<\/p>\n

Slowly, old dealings were renewed.\u00a0 Promises were made and the drums of war sounded across the realm.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

“But, mother, I know nothing of him,” Princess Isabella complained.<\/p>\n

Queen Margaret pulled at a few loose hairs that had escaped from her daughter’s intricate braids.\u00a0 “I know, child.\u00a0 None of us do but I’m afraid we’ve no choice.\u00a0 The terms were clear and we must not take up arms.”<\/p>\n

The young princess sat straight-backed on her cushion.\u00a0 Thick white paint hid the blush in her cheeks.\u00a0 “And so soon?\u00a0 What will happen with you and father?”<\/p>\n

“My dear child,” the queen sighed.\u00a0 “Worry not for us.\u00a0 We’ll be given land at the edge of the kingdom and… and perhaps someday you may come visit us.\u00a0 Yes?”<\/p>\n

“Of course I would, mother!”\u00a0 The princess exclaimed.\u00a0 Why wouldn’t I be able to visit you?”<\/p>\n

“Sweet child,” the queen said.\u00a0 The older woman continued to pull at imaginary threads from the young woman’s dress.\u00a0 “It will be difficult for you.\u00a0 Your father and I won’t be at the wedding tomorrow and… and we may be kept apart.\u00a0 Our lives and the lives of our people are spared because of this union.\u00a0 Now you see why it is so important.\u00a0 Prince William is a fine young man according to court gossip.\u00a0 Brave and bold.”<\/p>\n

Princess Isabella’s face crumbled.\u00a0 “I shall never see you again, shall I?”<\/p>\n

The two women hugged, comforting one another as evening fell.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

The small castle was nearly silent at night.\u00a0 Faint noises from the kennels and stables and servants working throughout the hallways were the only noises.<\/p>\n

Princess Isabella sat in her bed, propped up by a multitude of pillows.\u00a0 She’d tried to write in her diary but her thoughts wandered and she found herself thinking of her wedding day.\u00a0 Tomorrow she would meet her husband for the first time and they would be married, joined as one for the sake of the kingdom.<\/p>\n

Will he be handsome?<\/em> the young girl wondered.\u00a0 Kind?\u00a0 Gentle?<\/em><\/p>\n

Princess Isabella brushed her lips with her finger, her mind turning to yet other thoughts.\u00a0 Although young and inexperienced, she’d seen husbands and wives kissing.\u00a0 She’d witnessed animals mating roughly before blushing and turning her eyes aside.\u00a0 She had vague ideas of how it would work.\u00a0 A slow throbbing began to build between the young woman’s legs.\u00a0 Her face flushed red as she told herself how improper the feelings were.<\/p>\n

Although she knew she was alone, the princess stole a quick, shy glance around the room.\u00a0 Satisfied that no one was somehow hiding in a corner, she pulled the bottom of her sleeping gown up and over her hips.\u00a0 Her smooth, white stomach led down to the slit between her legs.\u00a0 Soft, downy blond hair fanned out from above her sex.\u00a0 The young woman played her fingers through the hair, sighing at the way her fingers touched her flesh.\u00a0 She felt different, she noticed, as her heartbeat quickened.\u00a0 Her touch made her more excited and something beat between her legs as if alive.<\/p>\n

The young woman’s sex was perfectly formed and her small pink lips were nearly completely hidden.\u00a0 Slowly, as her excitement increased, she opened.\u00a0 Princess Isabella gasped.\u00a0 She’d never allowed herself to become this excited and, now that she had, the effect upon her began to increase rapidly.\u00a0 She felt swollen and, for the first time in her life, she could see much of her smaller lips.\u00a0 A peculiar smell filled the air as her shiny inner lips became exposed.\u00a0 The young woman turned her head, hiding it in her pillows as a small groan turned into a slight purring rumble deep and low in her throat.<\/p>\n

Images of animals mating filled her head.\u00a0 Stallions mounting mares and sows squealing as they were filled.\u00a0 She wondered – were men the same?\u00a0 Is their sex (penis, her mind whispered, a word she’d heard spoken by a few maids) like a stallion’s?\u00a0 Thick and flat and huge and swollen?\u00a0 The young woman shuddered, revulsion mixing with a building arousal.\u00a0 Would it even fit?<\/em><\/p>\n

Slowly, the princess slid a single finger down through her soft hair to brush against her sex.\u00a0 Never had she allowed herself to touch.\u00a0 It was wrong.\u00a0 Her lord husband would father children with her and that was all.\u00a0 Her arousal was wrong.\u00a0 It was a sin to… Princess Isabella whimpered, a very animalistic whine escaping her lips, muffled by the pillow.\u00a0 Quickly, before she could change her mind, the young woman covered her lower body and buried her hands under her pillows.<\/p>\n

She felt so empty<\/em><\/strong>.\u00a0 Her entire body tingled, crying out to be touched, caressed and loved and her chest ached at two bright, hot points.\u00a0 Every time she shifted, her soft, silky clothes dragged across her smooth, lithe body and she shivered.<\/p>\n

Unseen to her, a line of fine blond hairs receded quietly into the skin along her back.\u00a0 And, as she grit her teeth against the urge to touch herself, to pleasure herself, her canine teeth shrank back into her mouth, once again hidden and perfect.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

The morning was a whirlwind of activity.\u00a0 There had been no time for a proper wedding.\u00a0 No time to take months to plan properly.\u00a0 Dress makers across the kingdom had banded together to create a wedding dress for the young princess in a single day.\u00a0 She was bathed in milk and flowers and honey as her handmaidens attended her every needs.<\/p>\n

The princess stood naked before her three handmaidens.\u00a0 Ordinarily, she would have been serenely as they dressed her but, today, she blushed to the tips of her ears.\u00a0 Could they tell what she’d done?\u00a0 Was there a way to tell?\u00a0 Did she look different now?\u00a0 Was that… smell still there?\u00a0 <\/em><\/p>\n

Ignoring the thoughts, the princess focused on the task at hand.\u00a0 She grunted painfully but quietly as her corset was tied tighter and tighter.\u00a0 An array of dress makers fussed with her stockings and dress as she was fitted.\u00a0 Black velvet with white silk satin highlights made the dress incredibly heavy and warm but the princess was well schooled in hiding her various discomforts.\u00a0 The lace veil was the final touch.<\/p>\n

Princess Isabella barely heard the cooing of the women around her as they told her how incredibly beautiful she was.\u00a0 The young woman’s heart beat fiercely in her chest and she found all she could think about was her wedding.\u00a0 Standing in front of a man she didn’t know and saying the words that would bind them together forever.\u00a0 She meekly followed as she was led out to the cathedral.<\/p>\n

Prince William stood straight and tall before the ornate altar at end of the cathedral. \u00a0Standing two steps above him, the bishop smiled serenely as Princess Isabella walked between the pews.\u00a0 The young woman recognized barely half of the people present.<\/p>\n

Behind the prince stood an impassive guard.\u00a0 He was young but his eyes betrayed years of experience in the field.\u00a0 Princess Isabella was startled; the guard’s skin was dark.\u00a0 She’d never seen anyone without fair skin but here, now, was a man with skin the color of burnished oak.\u00a0 She averted her eyes, sure that she was staring.\u00a0 What kind of man was he<\/em>? she wondered.\u00a0 Where does he come from to look like that?<\/em><\/p>\n

The crowd murmured in appreciation as she passed, her dress dragging against the floor.\u00a0 She could feel the stone tiles radiating their familiar coldness.\u00a0 It seemed the cathedral never warmed and, indeed, she’d often made excuses to visit and pray during the warm summers.\u00a0 The smooth skin of her thighs slid together as she walked and she was briefly reminded of the night before.<\/p>\n

Light blond hairs sprouted gently from above her sex.\u00a0 They rose along her taut stomach in a slow, lazy line to surround her belly button.\u00a0 Her ears, so petite and well rounded, slowly lengthened, hiding their new, delicate tips in her thick, blond braided hair.<\/p>\n

Princess Isabella stopped before her prince.\u00a0 The young man looked her over closely, his eyes shamelessly roaming her body.\u00a0 And then, he smirked.\u00a0 The young princess felt her heart sink.\u00a0 There was no compassion in the young man’s eyes; he merely saw a prize won by his kingdom.\u00a0 The princess frowned, sniffing the air.\u00a0 A sharp, unpleasant scent cut through the incense permeating the cathedral.\u00a0 Sweat and urine and some other unknown smell wafted to her changing nose.\u00a0 She grimaced and her slightly sharpened canine teeth jutted from her painted lips.\u00a0 Beneath the heavy coat of red paint, the young woman’s lips began to blacken and swell.<\/p>\n

Still seeking the unfamiliar scent, the princess cast her eyes down briefly.\u00a0 The smell came more strongly from between the prince’s legs and she found her lips watering as she breathed more deeply.\u00a0 Sweet beaded along her back as blond fur sprouted between her shoulder blades.\u00a0 She groaned quietly, eyes downcast at the odd sensation.\u00a0 She felt a sudden, intense heat spread through her body, radiating from below her chest and down between her legs.<\/p>\n

The bishop was speaking.\u00a0 The ceremony had begun.\u00a0 The princess’ tongue swelled in her mouth and only her heavy veil kept the crowd from watching as her long tongue hung free from her mouth.\u00a0 Her lips continued to darken as blond fur pushed through her skin and along her jawline.<\/p>\n

The heat blooming in her body was nearly unbearable.\u00a0 The young woman’s virgin sex swelled as it pulsed, exposing her already slick inner lips.\u00a0 She barely restrained herself from shoving her hand roughly between her thighs.\u00a0 Her concentration was fading.\u00a0 She whined as fabric stretched across her expanding chest.\u00a0 The corset pulled tight as new muscles grew deep within her body.\u00a0 Her pert breasts flattened against her tight dress and she felt the slick, sweaty, soft skin sliding against her body.\u00a0 Her nipples moved as her breasts doubled in size, dragging torturously against the velvet of her dress.<\/p>\n

Prince William frowned.\u00a0 The princess had hunched slightly and he swore she was panting.\u00a0 He held a hand up to the bishop and the old man stopped.\u00a0 The crowd, unsure of what was happening, whispered fiercely to each other.<\/p>\n

Beneath her veil, blond fur raced up from the princess’ jaw to cover her cheeks and chin.\u00a0 Her brown eyes lightened into a pure golden hue.\u00a0 Bones shifted and cracked and her skin stretched as her face began to elongate.\u00a0 The young woman arched her back at a sudden pain at the base of her spine.\u00a0 Bones and muscles grew and moved and a thick tail, held tight against her dress, slid between her bare ass cheeks.<\/p>\n

Hard, sharp black points pressed through the tips of the princess’ fingers, cut through skin and nail as her claws came in.\u00a0 Her hands lengthened while her thumb shortened.\u00a0 Human thoughts were replaced with base instincts.\u00a0 She wanted to hunt and kill and mate.\u00a0 Her juices coated the fur that began to sprout from her tail.\u00a0 All around her, her dress began to tear, exposing sweating bare skin and thick blond fur.\u00a0 The princess dug her claws into the fabric around her throat and pulled, freeing her massive, furry breasts.<\/p>\n

Prince William screamed as he legs gave out.\u00a0 The young man fell to the floor.\u00a0 All around him, nobles and merchants panicked.<\/p>\n

Princess Isabella howled as her new, thick tail slid against her exposed, engorged pussy lips.\u00a0 She threw her head back and her veil tented out as her muzzle pressed against it.\u00a0 Her howl of pain and lust deepened into a bestial roar.\u00a0 Dogs around the castle were thrown into a frenzy, slamming against their wooden cages.\u00a0 Distant, somehow familiar calls answered her howling with their own.<\/p>\n

The prince’s knight drew his sword but, to the princess, he moved in slow motion.\u00a0 She swiped a claw against his face almost contemptuously and the man crumbled to the ground, bloody hands clamped to his dark, ruined face.\u00a0 Princess Isabella bent to the prince.\u00a0 Powerful jaws clamped around the prince’s throat and she tugged as her claws tore into his belly.\u00a0 Blood bubbled in the man’s throat as he died.<\/p>\n

Snarling, the princess turned.\u00a0 In their panic, the onlookers fumbled and pushed and screamed.\u00a0 Not a single one of the two hundred guests had made it even halfway to the heavy wooden doors at the entrance.\u00a0 Thick black lips pulled back as the princess grinned.\u00a0 She stood on half-human legs.\u00a0 Sparse fur along her bulging thighs grew more dense as bones popped and cracked in her feet.\u00a0 Her slippers burst as her feet widened.\u00a0 She growled as new joints developed, forcing her to the balls of her feet.\u00a0 Thick black padding grew under her toes as they swelled and her small toe pulled back into a dewclaw.\u00a0 Bloody claws scraped, scoring the stone floor as her paws finished growing.\u00a0 Her thick calf muscles were quickly hidden under tufts of blond fur.<\/p>\n

Princess Isabella dropped to all fours.\u00a0 Her ruined dress fluttered around her as she launched herself into the crowd, snapping and biting and clawing.<\/p>\n

Behind her, the prince’s knight cried out.\u00a0 Dark black fur began to grow from the slice in his face and his hand was swelling.\u00a0 Shiny black claws pushed through his fingertips as his hand became covered in fur.\u00a0 His black eyes faded to gold and he snarled as fangs burst from bloody gums.\u00a0 He grunted clawing at his armor.\u00a0 Powerful new muscles easily rent the steel covering him and he tore it all away, leaving himself in the simple padding beneath the heavy plate mail.<\/p>\n

The man’s face cracked and shifted.\u00a0 He kicked the air, screaming in his strange language, beseeching the gods to stop the curse from taking him.\u00a0 To stop the thoughts that were now running through his mind.\u00a0 Slowly, his cursing began to fade as the princess’ scent filled his nose.\u00a0 He rolled to all fours.<\/p>\n

The dark man’s cock swelled under him, pushing above his trousers.\u00a0 He kneaded the ground with his half-muzzle lifted, scenting.\u00a0 A dark black tail grew from the small of his back, swishing against the air.\u00a0 Skin grew up along the man’s dark cock.\u00a0 Pink skin began to grow in patches along his length as his manhood swelled and lengthened even further.\u00a0 Slowly, the head of his cock flattened and grew slanted.\u00a0 Pre-cum lined the tip before falling to the stone floor.\u00a0 The man’s thick, red wolf’s cock throbbed under him. \u00a0A bulge appeared at the base of it, easily visible through his now tight trousers.\u00a0 The last of his human thoughts faded as the princess’ heat filled his mind.<\/p>\n

The knight stood, no longer human but a black werewolf.\u00a0 With an easy swipe, he tore away his tunic and trousers.\u00a0 His glistening red cock was completely exposed from his furry sheath.\u00a0 Walking on thick, padded paws, he made his way to the she-wolf.<\/p>\n

Around him, the still living lords and ladies began to change.\u00a0 Gasps and groans and moans turned to growls and screams.\u00a0 As with the knight, lords pleaded with their god.\u00a0 Lost prayers begging the divine savior to stop the madness creeping through them.\u00a0 Previously devout ladies bent to their hands and knees, arching their back for any male willing to take them.\u00a0 The half-changed women panted with lust and need as their sex dripped.\u00a0 Men took other men’s wives or attacked the still human remainders.\u00a0 Howls of pain turned to cries of pleasure.<\/p>\n

A noble’s wife, completely naked with healing claw marks down her side, clung to the knight.\u00a0 The woman’s breasts were swelling and she held an animal madness in her eyes.\u00a0 A small, brown tail arched from her wide hips and her sex was hidden from beneath a growing tuft of fur.<\/p>\n

“Please, sir, knight,” the woman gasped, her long tongue licking the drool away from her blackened lips.\u00a0 “Oh, oh god, please make it stop.\u00a0 Please, kill me.\u00a0 Kill me.\u00a0 Make it… make the heat… make it…”\u00a0 The woman groaned and pressed her still-human mouth to the knight’s cock, her small, clawed paws wrapped around his length as she took him into her mouth, whimpering, fighting the lust and the revulsion in her changes.\u00a0 Another man, barely human, gripped her hips with sharp claws and she eagerly raised herself to him.<\/p>\n

The knight backhanded the woman. She fell to the ground with an angry, snapping snarl that turned into yips of pleasure as the man behind her plunged his thick wolf’s cock deep into her slippery pussy.<\/p>\n

“Yes.\u00a0 Yes yes yes.\u00a0 Fuck me!” the woman screamed.\u00a0 Her voice was turning deep and guttural as fangs and muzzle began to grow.\u00a0 “Fuck me harder!\u00a0 Mount me!\u00a0 Make me your bitch!\u00a0 Make me yoooooooowwwwwwl!”<\/p>\n

Princess Isabella stood over a whimpering, bloody woman.\u00a0 The other woman, the wife of a prominent silver smith, was staring in horror at her own hand.\u00a0 Brown fur sprouted \u00a0from her knuckles and along her wrists.\u00a0 Suddenly, the woman gasped and arched her back.\u00a0 The knight could smell the new heat spreading through the changing woman.<\/p>\n

Without warning, the knight raked his claws down Princess Isabella’s back.\u00a0 The princess howled as her tattered, bloody dress fell to the ground around her.\u00a0 Blood welled along her back, matting her blond fur.\u00a0 She turned and leaped, crashing into the huge black knight.<\/p>\n

The two wolves tumbled, turning, snapping, fighting.\u00a0 She had changed him and, intuitively, he knew he was hers and would live and die at her command now but, he would take her.\u00a0 He would take her before any other male did.\u00a0 The knight fought with every ounce of his experience and that alone saved him.\u00a0 The she-wolf was stronger and faster than he was, despite her size.\u00a0 The fairy gifts had expressed themselves in her new form.<\/p>\n

The knight locked his legs around the princess and he turned.\u00a0 They tumbled, black and blond until the princess lay on her stomach.\u00a0 The knight knew she was moments away from throwing him.\u00a0 With nearly suicidal strength, he bit into her shoulder as he pressed his still-erect cock between her thighs.\u00a0 The princess snarled and snapped but then, with a fluid motion, she rocked her hips up and back.\u00a0 The knight’s pointed wolf’s cock slid between the princess’ wet, virgin lips.<\/p>\n

The princess howled as she was filled for the first time in her life.\u00a0 The pain from being opened by the man’s slick, red cock was immeasurable but she was in heat and she growled through it.\u00a0 Her wet lips gripped against him eagerly and she pushed her muzzle against the floor as he slowly pushed his knot against her.\u00a0 Princess Isabella opened to the knight, the hard muscles stretching to take all of him.\u00a0 She whimpered and whined in pain, lowering herself further to the ground until her soft, furry breasts were flattened under her.<\/p>\n

Around them, men and women continued to change.<\/p>\n

Unchanged women screamed in pain as they were taken by thick wolf cocks.\u00a0 They screamed out to god, to their husbands, to their king and lords until those same screams became cries for more.\u00a0 Cries for their own changes to come faster.\u00a0 Arching their half-furred backs with thick bushy tails as thick ropes of wolf cum spurted from between their own swelling, furry pussy lips.<\/p>\n

A middle-aged woman bent down to the ground to lap at the spilled cum.\u00a0 Her back was covered in patches of fur and her lips were black.\u00a0 Sharp white fangs caged her long, wolf-like tongue.\u00a0 She spread her hairless legs wide as she cleaned the other wolf’s cum.\u00a0 Thick bushy fur lined the woman’s stomach and chest and her breasts swelled with each deliberate lick.<\/p>\n

Newly changed she-wolves pushed men to the ground, impaling themselves on the male’s cocks.\u00a0 Thick claws clutching their own engorged breasts, pulling them up to lick at them with their long tongues hanging from furry half-changed muzzles.<\/p>\n

Bashful maids, sleek fur showing through exposed bloody rips in their dresses, cried out, telling their new mates to call them whores, panting with lust the entire time.<\/p>\n

Near them, against the wall, a naked woman shivered, one hand against her small chest while another, traitorous hand dug through the fur of a male’s head.\u00a0 The male licked between her legs and, slowly, blond fur begin to sprout from the woman’s thighs and stomach.\u00a0 She begged him to stop as his claws dug painfully into her hips.\u00a0 Slowly, she began to press her hips forward more, her pleading growing fainter and fainter as a stub of a tail grew from her back.<\/p>\n

Princess Isabella howled again, head back and ears flattened.\u00a0 The knight had knotted her.\u00a0 \u00a0She shoved herself back as blood and juices covered the knight’s cock.\u00a0 She slowly raised herself to all fours and her long tongue hung from her mouth.\u00a0 She panted heavily as they slammed together over and over again.\u00a0 The marks on her back from the knights claws had healed and she wanted more.\u00a0 She wanted to feel his fangs in her neck and shoulders.\u00a0 She wanted to feel his teeth on her aching breasts and his claws on her ass and hips.\u00a0 But, all those thoughts were lost as they fucked.\u00a0 Animalistic, raw and hard.\u00a0 Grunting and growling and panting.<\/p>\n

“Please,” a young woman said at the other end of the room.\u00a0 Bite marks were visible in her hips and light blond fur had sprouted around the holes.\u00a0 Her dress was torn, exposing that single, marked leg.\u00a0 “Please.\u00a0 Please don’t do this.\u00a0 Please don’t make me like them.\u00a0 Oh god, oh god, please.”<\/p>\n

The woman fell to her knees.\u00a0 A young man ran to her and held her while she sobbed in his arms.\u00a0 The fur around the woman’s wounds began to spread down her thigh and around to her sex.\u00a0 She shivered and moaned and cried in the man’s arms.\u00a0 Light fur spread up between her cleavage and around her throat.\u00a0 Her red lips were darkening, trembling to show lengthening fangs.<\/p>\n

“I have you.\u00a0 I’ll keep you safe.\u00a0 They won’t take you.\u00a0 I don’t care if you aren’t from my kingdom.\u00a0 I’ll-”\u00a0 The man cried out as the woman licked a long tongue along his neck and cheek.<\/p>\n

“Oh,” she moaned.\u00a0 “I’m so-”\u00a0 She grabbed the man’s hand, guiding him to her legs and under her dress.\u00a0 “I’ve never- Yessssss.”<\/p>\n

The man snatched his hand back in horror.\u00a0 The woman began grinding against him.\u00a0 Gone was the look of horror, replaced by a look of wicked lust.<\/p>\n

“Don’t worry,” the woman hissed, laughter deep in her throat.\u00a0 “You’ll like it soon enough.\u00a0 Gods, the thought of you in me.\u00a0 Look at them.\u00a0 Look at them around us.\u00a0 Mounted. \u00a0Rutting.\u00a0 Like animals.\u00a0 Like I<\/em><\/strong> am now.\u00a0 You don’t know what it’s like but you will soon.\u00a0 And then you’ll make me your bitch.\u00a0 You’ll fuck me.\u00a0 Your little human cock will change just like theirs.\u00a0 Just like I want it.\u00a0 Filling me with your seed.”<\/p>\n

A thick tail pushed from under the woman’s dress as she dragged short claws down the man’s tunic.\u00a0 He screamed and tried to push away from the woman but she held him tight.<\/p>\n

“Not,” the woman groaned.\u00a0 “Not long noooouuurrrrrrr….”<\/p>\n

The knight could feel himself close.\u00a0 The sounds of those changing around him drove him wild.\u00a0 Princess Isabella worked her hips up and back against him and he could feel the tip of his cock brushing against something hard, deep inside of her.\u00a0 The smell of the other bitches was maddening.\u00a0 The knight clawed at Isabella’s back and she gasped and shook beneath him.\u00a0 Animal instinct took over and his teeth latched onto her neck.\u00a0 His movements become short and quick and Isabella barked in encouragement.\u00a0 Her pulsing heat was a storm deep within and she felt the edge of something incredible coming.\u00a0 Something-<\/p>\n

The two wolves howled as the knight came, his cock swelling over and over above his hard, thick knot.\u00a0 Thick white semen spurted from Isabella’s pussy, coating their fur in the knight’s cum.\u00a0 Again and again the knight’s cock spasmed.\u00a0 His teeth clenched painfully against his mate and he could taste her blood.<\/p>\n

Princess Isabella screamed.\u00a0 Lightning crackled along her nerves and she collapsed to the ground, shaking uncontrollable.\u00a0 The muscles deep within her pussy contracted, pushing more of the knight’s cum from her.\u00a0 She twitched and gasped and her claws struck sparks as she lost herself in her orgasm.<\/p>\n

The orgy continued around the knight and the princess.\u00a0 A full she-wolf held a man’s human cock in her huge paw.\u00a0 The man was terrified but unable to move as the woman licked and sucked at him, growling whenever he tried to move away.\u00a0 Her other claw dug into the man’s ass and, unseen to him, a small tail had begun to grow from his back.\u00a0 Thoughts of his smiling young wife began to be replaced by the thought of burying his cock deep within the she-wolf’s cunt.\u00a0 Fur spread up to his neck and his biceps bulged as he dreamed of the litter his mate would birth.<\/p>\n

Next to him, a human woman sobbed as a nearly completely changed werewolf took her.\u00a0 The poor girl’s virgin, human pussy bulged to take the creature’s slick, red wolf’s cock.\u00a0 The male wasted no time or gave no thought to the frail, screaming woman’s pain as he mounted her.\u00a0 The woman’s eyes were wide with pain and fear.\u00a0 The outline of the wolf’s cock appeared in her lower stomach as he slid into her.\u00a0 Again and again the werewolf thrust into the young woman.<\/p>\n

She’d been an apprentice seamstress at a famous shop and had jumped at the chance to accompany her mistress to the wedding.\u00a0 Now, she screamed in pain as she felt herself being split apart.<\/p>\n

Sharp fangs pushed through the young woman’s gums.\u00a0 The skin along her nose blackened and her tiny breasts slowly began to fill out under her.\u00a0 Light brown fur sprouted along her shoulders.<\/p>\n

Our father, who art in heaven,<\/em> the young woman prayed.\u00a0 Bones pushed at her lower back, wagging lightly in the air.\u00a0 Hallowed.\u00a0 Hallowed by thy name.\u00a0 Thy. Kingdom.\u00a0 Kingdom… <\/em>The woman growled.\u00a0 Her hips cracked and broke as her body adjusted to take in her mate’s thickness.\u00a0 Hallowed by thy.\u00a0 Thy…<\/em> The woman’s mouth opened and she began panting.\u00a0 Her hips rocked back and forth.\u00a0 She found a spot that her mate could hit if she raised her-\u00a0 Fuck.\u00a0 Fuck.\u00a0 Fuck me.\u00a0 On my hands and knees, fucking like a fucking animal.\u00a0 In front of all of these other wolves.\u00a0 But I have my mate.\u00a0 He’s mine.\u00a0 MINE.<\/strong>\u00a0 My mate.\u00a0 Taking me.\u00a0 Filling me.\u00a0 Knotting me.\u00a0 God.\u00a0 I want to be bigger for him.\u00a0 I want to take all of him.\u00a0 I want his knot filling my furry wet hole.\u00a0 I… rrrr… rrrrrr… cubs… strong mate… hunting together… raising litters.\u00a0 Mating.\u00a0 Rrrrrrr….<\/em><\/p>\n

With a wet sucking sound, the new she-wolf’s mate knotted her and she howled triumphantly.<\/p>\n

Princess Isabella lay on the floor with her knight.\u00a0 She knew she’d need to go.\u00a0 Although changed, she held a cunning intellect.\u00a0 She had visions of an army of two legged wolves following her into battle until the realm was soaked in blood and under her control. And once she’d conquered, she’d decide at her leisure who received her gift.<\/p>\n

And who would be prey.<\/p>\n

Isabella pulled herself free, growling at the pain she felt from the knight’s knot slipping out of her.\u00a0 She stood, her thick blond fur matted with blood and their cum.\u00a0 Her tail flicked impatiently.\u00a0 A few remained human but, just barely.\u00a0 She watched as the last changed and then called for their attention.\u00a0 Her mate stood behind her, surveying, watching for threats to Isabella’s authority.\u00a0 His deep red cock slowly slid back into his furry black sheath.<\/p>\n

It’s time, <\/em>Princess Isabella thought.\u00a0 She led and her pack followed.\u00a0 The streets ran red with blood and her numbers swelled.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

Far beyond Princess Isabella’s kingdom, an old crone sat smiling in a small tower.\u00a0 She saw what was happening in her mind’s eye and she was pleased at her handiwork but, she knew, her work was never finished.\u00a0 In fact-<\/p>\n

The door to the room opened and a beautiful young woman peeked in.\u00a0 Spying the old crone, who appeared as a kindly old woman, she stepped in boldly.<\/p>\n

“I had thought this part of the castle to be abandoned,” the young woman said.<\/p>\n

“Oh, no, just old Esta working her spindle. As I always do,” the old woman smiled.<\/p>\n

“Your-\u00a0 What is that thing?”<\/p>\n

“Dear me, dear me, has the child never seen a spindle?\u00a0 Would you like to try it?”\u00a0 Hesitating slightly, the young princess finally nodded and stepped over to the crone.\u00a0 A small splinter lay exposed on the handle, just above the crone’s hand.\u00a0 “Here, child, just hold it right here.”<\/p>\n

The crone’s smile widened as the princess reached for the spindle.\u00a0 No,<\/em> she told herself.\u00a0 Your work is never done.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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