Completion, Feast, and Sending
Leslie had never felt more alive, caught on the crux between what she once was, and what she would be. Her face was still hers, her shape still largely human, though buried beneath the pelt of the wolf that was asserting itself over her. It would be so easy to finish it; just a nudge and she could tumble over the edge into her true, savage self. Dare she do it? Dare she answer the urgent call to surrender and join her sisters? They looked at her expectantly, anxiously, hungrily. She felt the cry building in her gut, and hesitated momentarily, clenching her sharp teeth. Then, as urgency erroded her restraint, her lips parted with long, mournful ululation.
As the howl resounded, she became as they are with quicksilver fluidity.
Mr. Stonegard didn't even have time to scream before the feast was joined.
They gathered at the mouth of the queen's cavern: three score and twelve she-wolves, driven by instinct, eager to share their gift with the outside world.
The queen strode out confidently, gloriously, and each knew their part without asking.
The cacophanous noise echoed and rang in the mountains for quite some time before it stilled.
The great howl had went out
Wendy Tomlinson yawned as she pulled off her covers and dangled her feet off the top bunk, sitting up. Clumsily, muzzily, she stumbled down the ladder to the cold linoleum floor.
In the harsh fluorescent light of the communal bathroom, she noted that she needed a shave. While she'd hoped to make it a few more days, she supposed she'd just lost track of time. It could wait, though, and jeans would hide it well enough.
Lazy? Perhaps, but she had enough worries to contend with, as she began her day...
What do you do now?
Legend: Nudity, Self pleasure male, M/M Sex, M/F Sex, F/F Sex, Self pleasure female, Sex beyond any of the above, Violence