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From Wolf to Were for Blaze/Studley by Draconicon

"Do you think that Idesin's having any more luck than we are?"

"Only if you're talking about getting into everyone's pants."

Blaze chuckled behind him, and Studley shook his head in amusement. It was always fun to tease the otter, whether he was there to hear it or not; he just made for too easy a target not to take advantage of it.

The black wolf stepped around another tree, shaking his head as the roots seemed to try and reach up and trip him. He didn't think they actually were - there would have been more golden light in the area if that was the case - but there were so many of them that he could have missed something. He glanced over his shoulder.

"You making it through this alright, Blaze?"

"I was a hunter and a tree-runner before I met you. Forests are my element."

"Heh, I suppose that makes sense."

He shook his head as he got back to walking, grumbling every now and then when his bare paw slipped between some of the roots and almost got stuck. It took a great deal of self control to not reach out with his powers and just re-arrange everything to be a bit neater. Pretty much the only thing stopping him was the fact that he'd have to put it back again if he didn't want the forest to die. It was never good to mess with nature.

Still, it was getting to be more and more of a temptation, particularly after he got caught in the fifth root cluster in less than ten minutes.

"For the love of...how are you not getting caught all the time!?"

"Because I'm up here."

Studley turned his head back, and chuckled to himself at the sight of the lighter furred wolf above him. She was squatting on top of a branch, and she teasingly spread her legs just enough to let her new leather skirt ride up and show him what lay below. Absolutely nothing.

"You know, one of these days you're going to fall from up there."

"I never fall."

She chuckled as she jumped over his head, landing on another branch before continuing her little run along some of the other branches. Studley watched her for a few seconds before getting back to dragging his foot out of the cluster of roots. If he didn't hurry, she was going to leave him behind in short order.

As he finally wrenched his foot free, he pulled himself up a couple of branches until he was on the same level Blaze had been on. He felt the branches were a bit wobbly for a male his size, but as long as he took it carefully, he should be fine.

It didn't take him long to catch up with her, and she saw him over her shoulder long before he actually got close enough to actually call out. She laughed, he saw, and put on a bit more speed, making it more of a race. He didn't like the way that the branches were creaking under him with each and every jump, but he wasn't going to lose to her. Putting his all into it, he ran after her.

He was perhaps ten feet behind her when she went flying off her branch. At first, he thought she'd just leapt to the side, and he turned to ask her why.

Then he saw her lying on the ground, a throwing axe slammed into her side. She looked up, barely able to gasp for breath as her blood started pouring out onto the forest floor. Studley stared at her in shock, then whipped his head to the other side. Vikings were pouring off of raiding ships, likely planning on hitting one of the villages nearby. They were just a target of opportunity.

He looked at Blaze again as she cried out. Her bow slipped from her hand as she fell, having tried to get up, and the axe blade seemed to slip deeper into her body. Her eyes closed...and Studley's narrowed.

No...no, I did not...come this far...to lose someone else!

Another axe slammed into the tree trunk behind him, and he whipped his head around again, his teeth flashing as he growled. His eyes widened as his fur darkened even further, muscle pouring down his arms. The vikings were shouting and hollering as they ran towards him, but all that served to do was pour more fuel on the fire. His claws lengthened to the size of daggers, and his back hunched him forward. He grew taller nevertheless, his body aching and growing bigger and bigger as the beast came out.

YOU DIE!

He howled before leaping off of the branch, and after that, it became a whirlwind of blood, fur, iron, and screams.

When the battle was over, the vikings were dead and the sails of their ships flapped as limply as their bodies lay across the ground. The beast panted, glaring out among the bodies with red eyes that matched the blood on his claws, but much as it wished otherwise, there were no more opponents for it to destroy. There were no more enemies left to quench the bloodlust running through its veins.

But...there was something else. The beast could smell it from here, and it followed the scent. The scent of blood and female. Crunching through armor and bodies with each footstep, the creature made its way back to the treeline of the coastal forest, growling and snarling all the way. Roots that had been the bane of its former body were easy to crush as it walked through, stalking the smell of blood.

Soon, the beast found the source. A light furred wolf lay bleeding on the forest floor, her body broken and damaged by the axe through her side. She looked almost unconscious, her body spread out in the pool of her blood.

The beast considered feeding from her, but there was something that held it back. It was...familiar. A buzzing in the back of its head warned him away, but the creature still advanced. If it couldn't quench its needs in blood, then it would quench them in a different way. And that, the buzzing couldn't dissuade it from.

Grabbing the wolf's legs, the creature forced them apart as far as they'd go, pulling the light furred female to the edge of the roots. Licking its lips, the creature ripped the leather from her, and then forced a finger inside of her before pulling it back to its nose. It was definitely a receptive female; even injured like this, she was wet and giving off the scent of something in need.

The buzzing tried to tell it off again, but the beast was in control. The buzzing could shut the hell up.

As the female groaned in obvious pain, the werewolf pulled her back, grinding its sheath against her. The female gasped and shuddered before fainting, her eyes closed and her face pale. The werewolf could smell her lost blood, but that only excited it more, the tip of its shaft escaping from the sheath and sliding into her.

One last time, the buzzing tried to make it stop, but the beast refused. This was not battle. This was not something that the buzzing controlled. The beast needed to be satisfied, and it would be. Now.

Slamming in hard, the werewolf started rutting her hard right from the start. He growled and squeezed her hips, shoving her down against his rapidly growing cock with ease. He panted and drooled over her, while the buzzing continued to complain in the back of his head. She was hit; the buzzing was wrong. It was right to have her like this.

The buzzing suddenly stopped as the axe came free of the light wolf beneath the creature. It hit the ground, but where it had been, no wound was left. Instead, there was smooth flesh, a line through the fur that was rapidly growing in again. What had been damaged was being repaired as the creature oozed its pre inside of her, filling her to the brim with it, and causing untold changes to her body.

As the werewolf thrust harder and harder into her, getting more and more excited with each passing second, the beast grinned as it felt her thicken beneath its hands. Her narrow hips, so much smaller than the creature's body, so very tiny against him, were getting bigger. And so was the rest of her. The legs were getting longer, her toes and claws extending further than they had. Her arms were thickening up, and her muscles were getting far more pronounced.

Her eyes flickered as he started to ramp it up, and she looked up into the sky. She looked confused, even as her eyes changed color, rapidly shifting to a dark red as she began to recover.

Healing...

It was a small word from the buzzing, but the beast supposed that it was right. The fucking was making the wolf better. Making it bigger. Making it stronger. Making it what it should be.

The light wolf had grown to nearly twice her former size, nearly as big as the _beast_itself. The werewolf panted as he pulled her back against his cock again, but it was getting harder as she was getting stronger, and she was getting more into it. The creature looked up at her, just in time to see a smile almost as wide and devious as his own.

Suddenly kicked out of the female, the werewolf stumbled back, crunching the roots beneath his feet again. He growled and snapped his jaws a few times, but the light furred werewolf was on her feet as well. Whatever wound she had was gone; she looked as healthy as she had ever been, and stronger than she ever was. She looked at herself, at her bigger bust, her longer claws...and then reached down and fondled herself, rubbing at her sex a few times before looking at him once more.

That look said one thing, and it said it very clearly.

Claim me if you can.

The beast knew that look, and it accepted the challenge happily. As she ran off, the werewolf was right behind her, bounding through the gaps between the trees as its cock swang back and forth beneath its belly. Throbbing hard, it had been so close to being satisfied before he'd been kicked away.

That wouldn't happen a second time. Of course, first he had to catch the female, but that wouldn't take too long. The beast knew its body, while she was still learning hers. And recovered or not, the body was still weaker than it had been, and his was strong and ready for a new sort of 'challenge.'

Yes, it wouldn't be long before he caught her.

The End