{"id":394,"date":"2015-02-12T16:05:44","date_gmt":"2015-02-13T00:05:44","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=394"},"modified":"2015-02-12T16:15:11","modified_gmt":"2015-02-13T00:15:11","slug":"daughter-of-the-hunt-ch-01","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.hidden-shelf.com\/?p=394","title":{"rendered":"Daughter of the Hunt Ch. 01 [TF \/ Werewolf]"},"content":{"rendered":"

I’m writing this as much to just\u00a0write<\/strong> something as I am to make a story. \u00a0So, it’s slightly rushed and I didn’t mean for the TF to be that long and I ran out of writing time so it is\u00a0definitely<\/strong> rushed. \u00a0Apologies but I really just wanted to write something!<\/i><\/p>\n

Set in the DC Comics world, Artemis targets Wonder Woman.<\/em><\/p><\/blockquote>\n

Tabitha held herself still in her chair. She sat apart from the rest of the students and all were arranged in a crescent around an old, round theater stage.\u00a0 The young girl nervously moved her notebook and collection of pens until they were perfectly even with each other.\u00a0 She watched as a middle aged woman entered from a side door.\u00a0 The older woman was tail and thin with her curly, dirty blond hair pulled back in a loose pony tail.\u00a0 She had the look and physical confidence of a ballerina.\u00a0 Every step seemed measured and purposeful.\u00a0 Tabitha nervously pushed at her thick glasses.<\/p>\n

The room hushed nearly immediately.\u00a0 The older woman glanced around, cataloguing her students.\u00a0 Out of the thirty-one students, three were young men and all three sat together near the back of the room.<\/p>\n

Lights dimmed far overhead as a hidden projector clicked on.\u00a0 The older woman pressed a button on her small laptop and then stepped away to stand facing her class.<\/p>\n

“Good afternoon and welcome to CWS 101.\u00a0 Feminist Theory.\u00a0 I’m professor Abrams and this is the only 100 level course I teach.\u00a0 By the time you’re finished with my class, you’ll be well prepared for most of the higher levels.\u00a0 We’ll start immediately.”\u00a0 With a quiet click, the screen behind the professor turned dark black with a single word printed in stark white.\u00a0 Tabitha immediately wrote it down.<\/p>\n

“Power,” Professor Abrams said after a pause.\u00a0 “Everything begins with power and the control it affords.”<\/p>\n

<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

Harsh cries echoed from outside of the marble walls.\u00a0 Within was a large old table, so highly polished and oiled that it seemed to blaze with the light reflected from torches held in bronze sconces along the length of the room.\u00a0 Maps lined the table, parchment and cloth, and the woman studied them.\u00a0 She wore a simple white robe held in place by an ornate girdle.\u00a0 A longbow, as simple as her robe, lay on the corner of the table, within easy reach.\u00a0 An ornate scabbarded Falcata pressed against the bow.\u00a0 Its handle protruded from the edge of the table.<\/p>\n

“No, not there, either,” the woman murmured.\u00a0 She was bent over the table, palms pressed on the edge while she surveyed the various maps.\u00a0 Her finger hovered over an outline of the United Kingdom.\u00a0 Shaded circles and triangles moved along the old maps.\u00a0 Other shapes made appearances before vanishing again.<\/p>\n

Suddenly, the woman froze.\u00a0 Small hairs pricked along the length of her neck.\u00a0 She hesitated but, only for a moment as she reached for her sword.<\/p>\n

“I wouldn’t,” stated a powerful voice from the corner of the room.\u00a0 Ignoring the near command, the woman’s hand closed around the cold hilt.\u00a0 As it did, a long, feathered arrow screamed through the air before embedding itself into the table. A single bead of blood welled from the thin skin between thumb and finger holding the hilt. \u00a0The woman scowled and stood, releasing the sword.<\/p>\n

“Artemis,” the woman hissed.\u00a0 “You come unannounced into my home.\u00a0 Do the mountains not teach you manners?”<\/p>\n

“Manners are for those with the desire to live in a civilized world, Hippolyta.\u00a0 I would see the so-called civilized world brought to its knees and forced to see its true nature.”\u00a0 The goddess stepped from the shadows, her golden bow held low with an arrow resting against the string.\u00a0 She stood taller than Hippolyta and, despite traces of dirt lining her bare arms and face, her beauty was undeniable.<\/p>\n

“And?\u00a0 Would you start with Themyscira?\u00a0 Would you war with us?”<\/p>\n

“No,” Artemis answered.\u00a0 Her fair face broke into a near child-like smile.\u00a0 “I would start with your daughter.”<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

“Mary Wollstonecraft,” Professor Abrams announced, pointing at an image of a portrait.\u00a0 “Her daughter may be more famous for her novels but the mother’s A Vindication of the Rights of Woman<\/em> calls for education and a more equal treatment for women as partners rather than simply the ‘wife’.”<\/p>\n

An early photograph of a serious, white haired woman replaced the portrait.\u00a0 “Elizabeth Cady Stanton.\u00a0 She wrote the Declaration of Independence for women.\u00a0 Nearly synonymous with her is Susan B. Anthony.\u00a0 Mostly known these days by the general public for the coin rather than her work on women’s rights.”<\/p>\n

*click* “Elizabeth Blackwell.”<\/p>\n

*click* “Simone de Beauvoir.”<\/p>\n

*click* “Gloria Steinem.”<\/p>\n

*click* “Betty Friedan.”<\/p>\n

*click* “Abigail Adams.”<\/p>\n

*click*<\/p>\n

Tabitha flushed with excitement.\u00a0 The nearby students whispered amongst themselves while Professor Abrams paused.<\/p>\n

“Wonder Woman,” the professor finally said.\u00a0 “Often believed by many to be THE<\/strong> modern feminist.\u00a0 Strong, capable, righteous.\u00a0 She stands with the so-called Justice League, shoulder-to-shoulder with Superman.\u00a0 And I’m here to tell you that she isn’t a feminist.\u00a0 Where the other women on my list have written books on feminism, Wonder Woman has a toy line.\u00a0 Little girls look up to her but, for what?\u00a0 Her violence?\u00a0 She is indeed a strong woman but she is no-”<\/p>\n

“What about the Amazons?!” Tabitha blurted out before immediately trying to sink back into her chair.\u00a0 Everyone turned to look at her.<\/p>\n

Professor Abrams nodded.\u00a0 “Yes.\u00a0 Her alleged<\/em> history.\u00a0 The alleged<\/em> Amazonians.\u00a0 For any of you not<\/em><\/strong> steeped in Greek mythology, the Amazons were a society of women and only women.\u00a0 They raped men for their sperm and either cast out or killed any male children they happened to have afterwards.\u00a0 Yes.\u00a0 Wonder Woman has claimed to be of Amazonian origins and from a mystical island that no-one has ever seen.\u00a0 I’ve watched the interviews.\u00a0 She claims to be the daughter of a god with the training of her supposed Amazonian sisters.\u00a0 Bred for war and command.\u00a0 Allowing the existence of Amazons allows the existence of the entire Greek pantheon and I’m afraid you’re in the wrong class for that.”<\/p>\n

The students around Tabitha laughed quietly and the young, small girl tried to hide herself away in shame.\u00a0 Still, a small part of her forced herself to speak up.\u00a0 “B-but, you’ve seen the news.\u00a0 She can fly and survive being shot and-”<\/p>\n

“And so can Superman and he tells us he’s an alien.\u00a0 An alien that looks exactly like every other man on our Earth.\u00a0 Perhaps he’s actually Apollo and we should all be worshipping him and thanking him for the sunrise every morning?”\u00a0 Professor Abrams stared at Tabitha.\u00a0 “No.\u00a0 I’m afraid Wonder Woman, whatever her origin, is simply human.\u00a0 And as flawed as the rest of us.”<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

“My… my daughter?!”\u00a0 Hippolyta threw her head back and laughed.\u00a0 The room echoed with it, rich and full.\u00a0 “You<\/em><\/strong> would take on my daughter, Diana?\u00a0 You<\/em><\/strong>?\u00a0 Goddess of the hunt or no, you’ll find Princess Diana no easy prey.”<\/p>\n

Artemis returned her arrow to her quiver.\u00a0 Still holding her famous bow, she stalked towards the other woman.\u00a0 “I would relish the chase.\u00a0 We both know that, without interference, she would be mine.\u00a0 But Zeus’ favored daughter…”\u00a0 Artemis sneered.\u00a0 “Father dotes on the child.”<\/p>\n

Hippolyta’s eyes widened.\u00a0 “You-\u00a0 You’re jealous of her.\u00a0 Of Diana.”<\/p>\n

“Lies!”\u00a0 Artemis snarled.\u00a0 Raw anger flashed across the goddess’ face and her knuckles whitened on her bow.\u00a0 “I care not what Father or anyone else thinks!\u00a0 I would have the girl bleeding and begging at my feet in an hour but for Father.\u00a0 He… He would intercede on her behalf.\u00a0 He would take my kill from me.”<\/p>\n

“Then why are you wasting my time?” Hippolyta asked.\u00a0 Mentally, she laughed at Artemis’ bravado.\u00a0 Her child would beg for no-one and Artemis may easily found herself on her knees begging.<\/p>\n

A slow smile spread across Artemis’ face.\u00a0 “A wager.\u00a0 You believe your daughter pure and unbreakable.\u00a0 I will break her and, if I win, she is mine.\u00a0 If not… if she resists… I will join your ranks as a common soldier under your command.\u00a0 Zeus would have to abide by our wager.”<\/p>\n

“Why?” Hippolyta asked.\u00a0 “Why her?\u00a0 Why now?”<\/p>\n

Artemis stood silent for a long time.\u00a0 The torches danced and fluttered around her as she measured her words.\u00a0 Her eyes focused into the distance.\u00a0 “I can feel the world slipping from me.\u00a0 I can feel<\/em> it happening.\u00a0 Inch by inch.\u00a0 Minute by minute, I lose a part of myself.\u00a0 The world is no longer as wild as it was.\u00a0 But it is still there and it all hides beneath of a thin layer of civility.\u00a0 I seek to strip that away.”<\/p>\n

“So, it is war you seek?”<\/p>\n

“No,” Artemis answered.\u00a0 “No.\u00a0 I’m no fool.\u00a0 The champions of this world are too great.\u00a0 I would lose quickly against an assault.\u00a0 No.\u00a0 I will carve out a chunk of the world and it will be a haven for those that see the world differently.\u00a0 I will find those that gnash their teeth at every ‘Please’ and ‘Thank you.’\u00a0 I will call to those that miss the taste of fresh blood from their own kills.”<\/p>\n

“Diana would never join.\u00a0 She is fierce but proud and well trained and she loves the people of this world.\u00a0 She is no animal to hunt at your command.”<\/p>\n

“No,” Artemis agreed.\u00a0 “No, she isn’t.”\u00a0 Again, the goddess smiled.\u00a0 “Not yet.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

A small bell dinged as the antique store door opened.\u00a0 Two women entered the store while laughing.<\/p>\n

“The thong?\u00a0 Really, Cherish?”<\/p>\n

“Really.\u00a0 I almost died.”\u00a0 Cherish wiped a small tear away from her eye.\u00a0 Her round cheeks were red from laughing.\u00a0 “I tried.\u00a0 I really tried not to laugh.\u00a0 He thought… he thought it’d be sexy to wear it.\u00a0 And there I am, tired from work and I just want to curl up in bed and he’s lounging on the couch in my underwear.\u00a0 It barely covered his balls.\u00a0 His, oh god, his hairy sagging balls.”<\/p>\n

“I will never be able to look him in the eye again.\u00a0 Ever.”<\/p>\n

“Heather, I think I hurt his feelings.\u00a0 I couldn’t not laugh at him.\u00a0 He got really embarrassed, cracked a joke to play it off and then off to the bar for the night.”<\/p>\n

The two women browsed through the store casually as they talked.\u00a0 Every month they took a lunch break together to look through the “antique alley” near their work.<\/p>\n

“Well, I just hope he took the thong off before he left,” Heather said with a grin.<\/p>\n

“Oh.\u00a0 Oh no.\u00a0 What if he didn’t?\u00a0 What if he sat there, drinking beer while trying to keep my thong out of his butt?\u00a0 I’m going to burn it when I get home.”<\/p>\n

Heather held an old dress up to her stomach.\u00a0 Her hips flared out to thick thighs and she knew the dress would be a tight fit.\u00a0 But, the fabric was smooth and warm and the green accented her dark skin.\u00a0 She turned a questioning eye to her friend.<\/p>\n

“No,” Cherish said.\u00a0 “The style isn’t right for you, hun.”<\/p>\n

Heather frowned.\u00a0 “Oh, well.\u00a0 I thought-”<\/p>\n

And it’d show off the pot belly you’re starting to grow,<\/em> a voice whispered in her mind.\u00a0 Heather nearly dropped the dress in shock.\u00a0 The voice had sounded exactly like Cherish but her friend hadn’t spoken.\u00a0 I should skip our next hang out.\u00a0 And the next one.\u00a0 Maybe she’ll start to get the hint.<\/em><\/p>\n

“Did you-” Heather stopped, confused.\u00a0 Cherish looked up, a smile painted on her face.<\/p>\n

Unseen to everyone in the store, a hooded figure walked through the narrow aisles.\u00a0 The figure passed by Heather, unseen and unheard.\u00a0 A simple medallion hung from a gloved hand and the figure carefully laid it down upon the glass case near the young woman.<\/p>\n

“Oh, nothing,” Heather said.\u00a0 “I just thought- no, nothing.”<\/p>\n

“It doesn’t look like they have anything new this month,” Cherish said.\u00a0 “Boring.”<\/p>\n

“Well, I-”<\/p>\n

I should just lie and tell her my stomach doesn’t feel good.\u00a0 I should’ve gone to lunch with Jennifer.\u00a0 At least she’s interested in staying in shape.\u00a0 God.\u00a0 I can’t even imagine Heather on a treadmill.\u00a0 She’d probably be out of breath in a minute.\u00a0 I thought her kind was good at running but maybe it’s just the men.<\/em><\/p>\n

Heather felt her stomach drop.\u00a0 “I’m not- I’m not fat,” she whispered, looking down at the glass case.\u00a0 Anger mixed with her shame but she pushed it away.\u00a0 She hated her lack of confidence.\u00a0 She exercised at home, too embarrassed to go to the gym, but she couldn\u2019t seem to lose weight very easily.\u00a0 She hated that she projected her insecurities onto her friend.<\/p>\n

The hooded figure watched quietly from the corner of the store.<\/p>\n

“Hey, hun,” Cherish said, her pale hand on her stomach.\u00a0 “My stomach isn’t feeling so great.\u00a0 Do you mind if I head back early?”<\/p>\n

“I-” Heather felt hot blood rush to her dark cheeks.\u00a0 “I- No.\u00a0 It’s fine.\u00a0 Really.”<\/p>\n

“Thanks, hun.\u00a0 I’ll call you later, okay?”\u00a0 Or never,<\/em> the voice whispered.\u00a0 And good riddance.<\/em><\/p>\n

“Y- yeah,” Heather stuttered.\u00a0 Her anger surfaced again and her brown eyes flashed with it as she watched her friend leave the store.\u00a0 Heather’s hand clenched into a fist.<\/p>\n

“You-\u00a0 You- You-”\u00a0 The young woman grit her teeth at the unreasonable anger working through her.\u00a0 Pain slowly brought her back to the present and she looked down at her hand.\u00a0 Blood dripped slowly from her fist and her fingers ached.\u00a0 She hissed as she opened her hand.\u00a0 She held a small, perfectly round medallion in her hand.\u00a0 It was silver and pocked with age and its sharp edges had cut into her hand when she made a fist.\u00a0 She couldn’t remember picking it up.<\/p>\n

“Stupid,” Heather chastised herself.\u00a0 The young woman grabbed a tissue from her purse to clean the medallion.\u00a0 It positively glowed in her hands and she swore it felt warm.\u00a0 Her pain faded quickly and, when she wiped the blood away from her palm, she found the cut wasn’t as deep as she expected.\u00a0 There’s no way I heard her.\u00a0 There’s no way I could heard what she was thinking.\u00a0 I just- I’m just insecure is all,<\/em> she told herself.\u00a0 And yet.\u00a0 And yet, she used the same excuse I thought I heard.\u00a0 But, it’s impossible.\u00a0 Isn’t it?<\/em><\/p>\n

The hooded figure tracked Heather through the store.\u00a0 The woman spoke to the shop owner and they both agreed on a price for the medallion.\u00a0 Heather held her new purchase up to the light and then, with a decisive movement, she slipped it on. \u00a0The nearly pure silver shined brightly against the woman’s skin.<\/p>\n

Satisfied, the figure pulled back her hood.\u00a0 Artemis watched with pale grey eyes as Heather made her way to the front of the store.\u00a0 The goddess grinned as Heather reached for the door but the grinned faded quickly when Heather froze.\u00a0 Artemis held her breath as the other woman slowly turned in her direction.\u00a0 Dark brown eyes searched the corner where Artemis stood.\u00a0 Heather sniffed the air, her lips slightly parted.<\/p>\n

“Girl, what in the world are you doing?” Heather quietly asked herself.\u00a0 With a shake, she turned and left the store.<\/p>\n

“See you soon, Heather,” Artemis whispered.<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

Tabitha stood indecisively at her closet.\u00a0 “Casual or dressy?” She asked herself.\u00a0 “Casual or dressy?”\u00a0 She pushed and pulled at various outfits for the twelfth time.<\/p>\n

The news played from the television in the background.\u00a0 “Woman Woman makes her re-appearance tonight as the guest of Mayor Todd Roman for the opening of the redesigned police headquarters.\u00a0 The move is controversial as the previous building was destroyed in a city-wide attack by the so-called ‘Sons of Anne Arky.’\u00a0 Kelly Lynn Johnson, also known as Anne Arky, was being held at the Wade County Correctional Facility when her followers attacked.\u00a0 Thirty-three civilians and eleven police officers were killed in the incident when Kelly Lynn Johnson broke free of the LexTech restraints.\u00a0 The terrorist’s abilities caused what psychologists are calling Infectious Insanity.\u00a0 Wonder Woman, who happened to be in a nearby city at the time, rushed to the scene and was eventually able to subdue the terrorist.\u00a0 Mayor Roman’s opponents are speaking out over Wonder Woman’s appearance.”<\/p>\n

“It’s not her fault,” Tabitha said, watching the television from the corner of her eyes.\u00a0 “If she hadn’t been there, way more people would’ve died.”\u00a0 She could remember the night it happened.\u00a0 She’d been able to hear the gunfire and screams from her apartment.\u00a0 Finally, the small woman chose to dress up for the occasion.\u00a0 “One hour to go.\u00a0 Oh my gosh.\u00a0 I can’t wait.”<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

“David?\u00a0 Are you home?”\u00a0 Heather called out as she opened her apartment door.\u00a0 She wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead.\u00a0\u00a0 The young black woman found herself breathing hard for no reason.\u00a0 She felt overly warm and on edge since lunch.\u00a0 The whole experience had upset her greatly and she’d struggled through the day.\u00a0 Wondering if what she’d heard was real somehow.\u00a0 The medallion was cool against her clammy skin.<\/p>\n

Heather sniffed the air and then wandered the apartment, calling for her boyfriend.\u00a0 Finally, she made her way to the bathroom.\u00a0 She stared at herself in the mirror.\u00a0 She found herself panting from the heat radiating in her body and she wondered if she were sick.\u00a0 Her eyes were reddened and sweat dotted her clothing.\u00a0 Heather turned on the water and then held her head under the cold flow.\u00a0 She sighed happily, turning her head left and right until her black hair was soaked.<\/p>\n

Pulling herself back, the young woman lapped at the water, luxuriating in the way the cold liquid slid down her parched throat.\u00a0 She bent over, pressing herself back while happily drinking.\u00a0 Her mind was in a daze.\u00a0 Thoughts echoed from earlier.\u00a0 Anger and shame and the feeling of betrayal from her friend.\u00a0 She growled deep in her throat and then stood, wiping water from her face with the back of her hand.\u00a0 Red fingernail polished cracked and fell from her nails.\u00a0 Underneath, the clear pink nail was darkening to black.<\/p>\n

David should be home soon,<\/em> she thought.\u00a0 An image of her boyfriend filled her mind and his scent came with it.\u00a0 Heather smiled widely and her tongue made a slow circuit of her mouth.\u00a0 The young woman looked to the bedroom, picturing herself there, naked.\u00a0 She could see her man coming home and finding her there, pleasuring herself. \u00a0Working herself up for him.\u00a0 The feel of his-<\/p>\n

Heather stopped, lifting her head.\u00a0 She could smell him.\u00a0 David.\u00a0 Coming.\u00a0 But, different.\u00a0 He was-<\/p>\n

The key rattled briefly at the door before it opened.\u00a0 David entered and he seemed surprised to see Heather. \u00a0He covered his surprise with a warm smile and went to her.\u00a0 “Hey, you,” he told her.\u00a0 “I was just-”<\/p>\n

Heather stepped to him and breathed deeply.\u00a0 She gripped his arms as she scented his neck and then she hissed and stepped back.<\/p>\n

“What’s wrong?” David asked, brow knit in confusion.\u00a0 “Why’re you acting so strange?”<\/p>\n

“You smell like a woman.\u00a0 Like sex,” Heather growled.\u00a0 “You showered but it’s still there.\u00a0 I can smell her on you.\u00a0 I can smell your cum and her sex.\u00a0 Who was it?”<\/p>\n

David’s smile tremulously.\u00a0 He reached for Heather, his pale skin a contrast to her darkness.\u00a0 “Hey, come on babe, I don’t-”<\/p>\n

Heather’s hand shot out lightning-quick to clamp down on David’s arm.\u00a0 The man cried out as her black claws dug into his arm.\u00a0 “Who.\u00a0 The fuck.\u00a0 Is she?!”\u00a0\u00a0 She felt anger coursing through her, mixing with the heat radiating through her body.<\/p>\n

A line of black hair sprouted from around Heather’s belly button.\u00a0\u00a0 Her forearm muscles twitched and bulged and David screamed.\u00a0 The man dropped to his knees.\u00a0 Blood fell to the carpet where Heather’s growing claws had cut into him.\u00a0 The young woman’s lips peeled back in disgust and they slowly began darkening into pure black.\u00a0 Her small canine teeth pressed against the surrounding teeth and blood filled her mouth.\u00a0 Slowly, her canines lengthened.\u00a0 Bones cracked in her jaw and her nose flared from the pain.<\/p>\n

Pain bloomed in her legs as her sweat-soaked slacks tightened against her thighs.\u00a0 The seams bulged and tore.\u00a0 Dark skin showed through the tears.\u00a0 Something ripped through Heather’s spine and she roared.\u00a0 With seeming ease, she twisted, pulling David before throwing him through the air and against the wall.\u00a0 The man’s head cracked against the corner and he fell into a silent heap.<\/p>\n

Fur sprouted from her legs, pushing through the tears in her pants.\u00a0 Heather’s breathing became labored as her chest expanded.\u00a0 Her breasts pressed against the wireframe of her bra.\u00a0 The young woman reached behind her, awkwardly trying to get to the bra strap.\u00a0 Her growing claws tore at the fabric, leaving long gashes in the soft material.\u00a0 Heather’s spine bulged and she fell to her knees, clutching at her sides.<\/p>\n

Heather rubbed at her skin with hands that were too rough.\u00a0 Bones broke in her hips as they widened to fit her new frame.\u00a0 Something clicked at the base of her spine and she arched her back as her tailbone reconnected with her spine.\u00a0 A new growth pushed at her panties.<\/p>\n

Sweat dropped to the ground around Heather.\u00a0 She blinked her eyes, trying to focus her thoughts.\u00a0 Nothing made sense.\u00a0 Nothing was firm enough for her to grab onto.\u00a0 She could only remember anger.\u00a0 Anger at her supposed friend and at her boyfriend.\u00a0 Black fur sprouted along her tightening belly and along her sides.\u00a0 Her breasts bulged from around the bra as it strained against her skin.\u00a0 The young woman slammed her fists into the ground.\u00a0 Muscles bulged in her biceps and her sleeves tore.\u00a0 Dark black hairs grew along her spine and down to her slowly developing tail.<\/p>\n

Artemis stood behind Heather, quietly watching.<\/p>\n

Three small pings announced Heather’s bra breaking.\u00a0 She sighed, her long tongue lolling from her mouth in sudden relief.\u00a0 Fur raced along her neck and up to her cheeks.\u00a0 Heather sat back on her heels.\u00a0 She felt uncomfortable.\u00a0 Restrained.\u00a0 It wasn’t right.\u00a0 With a quick pull, she ripped her shirt from her body.\u00a0 Her lower stomach was hidden beneath a thick coat of fur.\u00a0 Her tail was small and curved away and above her ass.\u00a0 The young woman spread her legs and the pants tore further, showing more of her thick, furry legs through the holes.<\/p>\n

Heather rubbed her hands through the growing fur.\u00a0 The palms of her hands were rough and the scratching sensation made her groan happily.\u00a0 Thick pads of black skin bulged from her palms.\u00a0\u00a0 The woman groaned, head back as her sharp claws dragged along the skin beneath her fur.\u00a0 Black hairs sprouted from her heavily muscled shoulders until the skin was covered under heavy tufts of fur.<\/p>\n

The woman’s paws moved up and over her still bare, aching breasts.\u00a0 She massaged them and they swelled under her attentions.\u00a0 Soft black skin flowed around her paws and her hips jerked every time her rough pads rubbed against her erect nipples.\u00a0 Her still-growing tail wagged behind her.\u00a0 The fur from her stomach marched up and between her now-heavy breasts.\u00a0 She could feel the hairs growing beneath her hands as even her breasts disappeared beneath her shiny, silky black fur.<\/p>\n

Pain blossomed in Heather’s head.\u00a0 Thinking became even more difficult.\u00a0 The smells of the world around her overwhelmed her senses.\u00a0 Bones popped and cracked and her muzzle pushed further from her face.\u00a0 Human teeth fell around her, pushed out by enormous fangs.\u00a0 Heather snapped at the air, growling.\u00a0 Her eyes, still brown, lightened to the color of honey.\u00a0 As the pain faded, so did her humanity.\u00a0 Raw emotions bubbled to the front.\u00a0\u00a0 Heather stretched out on paws and feet.\u00a0 Muscles bulged in her calves before becoming hidden behind black fur.<\/p>\n

Heather’s feet groaned as the bones broke and regrew at a tremendous speed.\u00a0 Her toes popped and swelled.\u00a0 As her feet lengthened, the pinky toe pulled into the skin, leaving a small nub of a toenail.\u00a0 Pure black spots appeared on the bottom of her feet.\u00a0 As with her hands, thick pads swelled to cover her new paws.\u00a0 Heather growled as her feet continued to expand. \u00a0Blood seeped from her toenails and deadly black claws pushed through ends of her toes.<\/p>\n

The young woman shook herself.\u00a0 Her massive breasts hung below her and her pants were a tattered mess that barely contained her heavily furred muscles.\u00a0 She stood slowly on her paws.\u00a0 Her ear tips brushed the ceiling.\u00a0 Heather looked down at her pants in confusion.\u00a0 She tore at them with her claws, ripping them apart until the floor was littered with the remains.\u00a0 She was huge and powerful.\u00a0 And hungry.<\/p>\n

Heather turned to her mistress.\u00a0 Artemis smiled in grim approval.<\/p>\n

“You are the first of them, Heather.\u00a0 The first of my daughters and sons.\u00a0 I will make a kingdom with you, those born with a spark of fierceness, just waiting for the proper moment to be nurtured.\u00a0 I am the goddess of animals and I welcome the wolves into my fold.”<\/p>\n

Heather dipped her head for approval and Artemis lay her hand against Heather’s broad muzzle.\u00a0 Her white hand looked tiny against Heather’s black, furry head.\u00a0 “You have my blessings, Heather.\u00a0 And now you have a purpose.\u00a0 Listen closely to me, now.”<\/p>\n

—–<\/p>\n

Tabitha stood near her door with the television remote in her hand.\u00a0 “In less than an hour, the ceremony will begin despite opposition.\u00a0 Many here-” Tabitha turned off the television and left, her heart racing at the chance to see her idol in person.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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