Your mind reels with the ebb and flow of your transformation. You admire your body, furry and strong and wild.
“Why was I afraid of this? I feel wonderful!”
The scent of a wolf invades your strong nostrils. The image of Zoë…of Windsong…floods your mind. Your loins dampen once more at the thought of her pleasure.
Claim your pack, a growling voice resonates in your mind as your paws crush your swollen breasts. Become Wolf Queen.
They are the sweetest words you have ever heard. You want to be a wolf, the alpha female of your own pack.
As well, you want your mate.
You waste no further seconds, and your joyous baying resonates throughout your land.
The stream of moonlight intensifies, pouring over you in a torrent of power. You growl and snarl in rapture as your body twists and writhes in change. You can
barely hear the sound of sloshing water over your own bestial cries.
The rock above cracks as your skin bulges and stretches. You grow rapidly, muscle and bone expanding and reshaping to make you a massive beast. You quickly
fill the shape of the throne as you become strong and built beyond the realm of human possibility.
The delicious form of Windsong crosses the threshold of the room as the ring of rock crumbles to bathe the room in a deluge of Luna’s glory. The she-wolf gazes
upon you for only a second before slinking slightly back, her head between her paws and her tail tucked between her legs.
“You’ve…been chosen! My alpha!”
You look upon her with eyes of purest amber. “Windsong,” you growl, motioning her forward with a thick claw. “Come to me.” Lustrous red fur spreads across
every inch of your flesh.
“As you desire, my alpha.” She crawls obediently to you, stopping at the base of your throne. “Tell me your pleasure.”
You lick your lips as you settle back into the throne…YOUR throne…and spread your strong legs. “I desire you, she-wolf,” you snarl, pawing at your slit as your
feet stretch to their proper digitigrade shape and your dewclaw slides into place. “You will be my mate, as you have desired.”
Windsong smiles broadly, her eyes shining wonderfully amidst Luna’s love. “As you wish,” she whispers, “my mate.” She crawls up to your seat, looking you deep
in your own lupine eyes as she approaches your slit.
You take her head in your massive paws. “I need you, Windsong. You can make me complete.” Your jaws slide lazily open and you growl at the tugging within
your gums. “Great Wolf will make me in his image, but I must mate to be complete.” You wince for only a second at the sharpening of your teeth. “Take me.
Change me. Now!”
“Of course, my queen,” she smiles, lowering her face to your lupine slit. The touch of her tongue to your nether lips is electric, and you howl as she tastes you with
heated abandon.
Your changes come rapidly, as the power of Great Wolf floods your body and soul. Your skull reshapes itself into an animal’s countenance, narrowing your brow
and angling your face as furry ears crawl to the top of your head. Four lumps pinch your chest as they expand into two new pairs of fur-covered breasts.
Your mate teases your erect nipples one by one as she laps at your thickening clit. You thrust your hips forward to meet the strokes of her tongue as the stretching
of your spine signals the growth of your tail. It billows forth as your jaws stretch and writhe. You snarl with impending climax as your face extends into a full wolf’s
muzzle. Every blunt human tooth reshapes itself into tearing canine fangs.
You howl in absolute rapture as you orgasm, reveling in Luna’s glory as the magnificent werewolf queen you are. The power soon fades, settling peacefully into
your perfect body.
Gently, you pull your mate into your lap and kiss her as memories of Caitlin Carradine dissipate into the ether. You are Wolf Queen, now and for eternity.
Windsong breaks the kiss, wagging her tail as she awaits your first decree.