Halven, Brixton, and Kurtis where by far the best hunters anyone could find. There hasn't been a beast they couldn't slay, and a job they couldn't fulfil. Minotaurs, hydras, and whatever else. If it could be hunted, they'd do it and do it well. The three found themselves quickly hired to solve a mystery on the outskirts of Havseth. Strange creatures in the forest that needed to be quickly dealt with so peace could be returned. It seemed like an easy enough job, and the three walked in with no worried. Filling their first day with idle chatter.
"So, what's the bet this time?
Halven asked the others, grinning at the two of them.
"Four gold says its dire wolves."
Brixton quickly answers.
"Nah, mate. Ten says it's a dino."
Kurtis quickly replies. The two lost in a moments argument.
"Dinos would have been seen." "Sure but a farmer doesn't know what a dino is. They'd know if it was wolves." "Then you're on?" "Damn right I am. Better pay up when we find these dinos."
The groups spirits are high as they venture deeper into the forest. Encountering the same wildlife they are used to and little else. It's quite strange for them all. They're out and about, yet this important mission and big monster hasn't shown itself. Not even a clue is known by the party after their first day is done, and on the second they find little else besides a feeling of discomfort.
"... I feel like we're being watched."
Halven says, the other two quickly agreeing as they decide to stay quiet and low to the ground. Whatever has them in its sights doesn't seem friendly, and the group has more than enough experience to know that being seen is more than bad. Yet once more, the day passes and nothing is gained. The group setting out on their third day as they consider travelling back to the king. Starting their journey out of the woods, and bunking down for a third night in this strange place.
Yet as they prepare to sleep, noises are heard. Rapid movement from all around the forest as the three draw their weapons and prepare to face whatever threat emerges. Halven standing tall and staring at the nearby bushes, watching for movements before he finds himself thrown to the ground. A large white furred werewolf tackling the hunter as he desperately tries to fight it off. Brixton rushes to his friends side, prepared to help fight the werewolf off, before he feels a large and furred arm wrap around his chest. Tightly pulled against the muscular fat of a brown furred werebear who looks at the man with a grin. With the other two fighting a losing battle, Kurt decides his best chance is to run. He rushes forward, then immediately stops. Eyes peering at him from every corner of the woods. Werebeasts all present and watching the three hunters as a large black furred wolf steps forward.
"More humans for the pack!"
He growls. Kurt dropping his weapon and trying to defuse the situation.
"No uh, we ain't for your pack. Just travellers, we'll get out of your neck of the woods in a second, promise."
Though all his words do is cause the werewolf to laugh. The wolf approaches the terrified hunter.
"I think you'd prefer to stay forever."
Kurt tries to run past, but is held firm by the black furred wolf. Kept in place as the wolf looks to the other two hunters.
"I think you'll enjoy seeing your coward of a friend turn!"
Halven and Brixton can do nothing but watch as the werewolf tears apart Kurts gear. Kurt left naked, body cushioned by the wolfs fur as he hungrily looks at the human. The wolf giving a deep kiss to Kurt, and Kurt starting to lose himself. Halven and Brixton shouting for him to resist, but it's just so hard. He's been given the chance to let a strong, dominant wolf fuck him and make him part of the pack. How can he resist? It's... it's so damn good after all... being a werewolf.
His mind begins to become more and more alien as he is helped onto the ground. Already on all fours as the wolf prepares to fuck him...