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The Pledge Ch. 02
🕑 Added 2023-03-25 00:16:30 +0000 UTCPart 2 of 2!
Cynthia's dreams were painfully clear. An endless green field dominated her vision with grass rippling in the wind. A pale sun stood high overhead. Despite the infinite size of the land, figures stood around her and she gasped when she realized they were all fucking.
"Where- where am I?" she asked out loud. It was far too vivid to be a normal dream.
Sudden movement in the corner of her eyes dragged her attention to the side. An enormous figure sat on the horizon, hidden in shadows. He was winged with horns and he watched all of them.
A full moon hung behind the figure's head like an old, dead halo. Five symbols were arranged around it, pulsing with a slow, silent heartbeat. She gasped as she stared at it. The symbols were exactly the same as the ones on the pamphlet and they burned into her mind while filling her body with heat.
She felt a strange kind of love from the creature. A possessive, lustful love that threatened to melt her despite her distance from the winged beast.
A roar made her jump. Something tugged at her body, pushing her off balance and she glanced down to see a small udder and two teats and-
Rough, huge hands gripped her.
"Hey, I-" she started to stay until she saw the fanged face of a lion staring back at her.
A lion that stood on two legs with the posture of a man.
Her complaint died as her eyes traveled down to see the strangely curving, spine-covered cock. She moaned and then pressed her hands against her traitorous hips. Despite herself, she turned and went to all fours while raising her ass. He mounted her with speed and she bleated with pleasure for all to hear.
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Orange rays of sunlight streaked through the gray sky.
Cynthia moaned in her bed. Her hand was trapped between her thighs, rubbing her clit as she dreamed of an endless parade of creatures taking her.
The wool covering her retreated slowly back into her body. Her teats popped and bounced before melting away. She kicked at her blanket with her hooves until they cracked to show her vaguely defined toes beneath dense gray and black toenails. Her ears retreated and her breasts slid against her mattress as they shrank on her chest.
She sighed in her sleep as the dream faded and her changes continued to revert. At some point, she grabbed her blanket and rolled, covering most of her bare body with it.
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A harsh electronic beep echoed in the small room and Cynthia gasped as she sat up and reached for her alarm clock by reflex. She struck the small black button on the top of the fake wood enameled clock and then stared down at her naked chest with a frown.
"The fuck?" she said out loud before glancing over at her roommate's empty bed.
Her frown turned to concern when she realized she couldn't remember what had happened the night before.
"What the actual fuck?" she said, louder than before when she pulled the blanket away.
Scattered white hairs littered the bed, along with a few tiny chunks of some hard, dark material. Her white sheet was marked by cum. She reached to touch one of the spots and winced at cramps radiating away from her crotch.
"Jesus Fucking Christ," she gasped. "What the fuck did I do last night?"
She could remember her trip to the mall. She remembered getting on the bus, and-
And nothing. Vague sensations of music and people fluttered uselessly through the holes in her memories.
"A party? Fucking can't be," she said as she spread her legs and reached down to her pussy. More cum slipped out when she tensed her muscles.
I'd be passed out at the party if I'd gone to one, she told herself. Another glance at her roommate's bed made her frown again. Her finger touched her clit and she licked her lips. And no way I brought a boy here. Ruth wouldn't have-
"Christ!" she snatched her hand away from her pussy. "And no condom, Cynthia? You fucking slut. What the fuck is wrong with me?"
She groaned as she slid out of bed to walk barefoot towards the bathroom, pausing at the doorway to glance at the floor. Her hand touched her collar before sliding around to find the buckle.
"And where's my fucking clothes?"
The shower helped calm her. She stood under it for thirty minutes just letting it strike her body and roll down her back. Her hands covered her nipples and breasts when she faced the stream since they were oddly sensitive and sore. Despite the pain, it made her moan and the urge to touch herself grew difficult to ignore.
Finally, she soaped herself, moaning with satisfied pleasure as she worked her hands over her body. And between her legs.
And inside.
A crooked finger as she leaned back against the wall, closing her eyes while stroking her g-spot. Images cycling through her head. Rough men with thick mustaches growling as they transformed into werewolves to mount her and bite her and - her roommate bucking as she-
Cynthia gasped and her clenching pussy forced her finger out when she came. She panted, gasping and shivering despite the warm water caressing her belly.
"What the fuck was that?" she said as she finished her shower.
With her body dried and a towel around her neck, the young girl raised her toothbrush to her mouth.
And then froze.
Stared.
At the shock of white bangs and her curly black hair, streaked with more white. The toothbrush clattered into the basin as she leaned in to wipe steam from the mirror.
"Holy shit," she whispered as she touched the hairs. "Whaaaaat the hell."
She recalled a story from a sleepover when she was a child - a ghost story where the victim was so scared that their hair turned white overnight. At the time she'd been terrified, but her parents had laughed at her when she asked if it could happen. She hadn't thought of it since then. Now, she rubbed the hairs as if they were covered in paint and pulled at them before releasing them and watching them bounce back into soft curls. She'd always had straight hair and never had a perm or anything else.
"What the hell," she repeated while scratching a single white hair on her neck just beneath her jaw.
"Shit, I'm gonna be late," she snarled, turning away from the mirror to dash into her room and dress herself. She prayed her roommate wouldn't lock the door until she could get a new key and she took a few bills from her wallet before hiding it back in her desk.
She reached for her collar where she'd put it on her desk before showering. Her hand hovered over it as if an invisible barrier prevented her from touching it. She licked her lips and whined, quietly and her cuspids slowly, slowly wore away, retreating back into her jaw until they were perfectly flat.
It didn't feel right, somehow. In a way that she couldn't quantify. It was brash and bold and-
"Baa-aa-ad," she whispered. Her left hand crept up to her neck to scratch at the few white hairs lining the underside of her jaw.
Cynthia clenched her outstretched fingers while frowning and biting her lip. Despite being one of her favorite accessories, she left the collar behind. Only when she reached the sidewalk did she realize she'd forgotten her Walkman and she prayed that she hadn't lost that in addition to her clothes.
The moon was full and dark, a vast gray wasteland affixed to the sky like an ancient, hardened wound. As before, she could see far too much detail on the surface of it. As if it were only a few feet away.
After a few minutes of staring at the alien landscape, she shrugged her backpack from her right shoulder, setting it on the ground before digging around to find a small notebook she kept in a pocket on the back. She flipped pages until she found it - three dates she'd circled above some sketches of a wolf's head.
"That's impossible," she whispered while glancing back up at the moon. It should be waning with a little less than three weeks until it was full again.
And then she saw them - five faint symbols, barely brighter than the tumultuous, angry clouds filling the sky. Her hand touched her mound and she pressed her fingertips down against the white hairs slowly, slowly growing amongst her black pubic hairs. There was pressure there. Pleasure. An emptiness. An ache.
She blinked and the symbols were gone.
"I'm going out of my fu- my- my dang mind," she mumbled.
She put the notepad away and slung her backpack over her shoulder. With a last look at the moon, and a deep contemplative frown, she continued towards class, avoiding the crowds but finding herself staring after them. At their crotches. Their bulging cocks. Their hidden pussies.
I'm not even into girls, she thought but an image filled her mind - dark pussy lips beneath a night gown, slick with cum. She stumbled and hugged her arms across her chest while her cheeks burned. I'm not.
Every touch of her clothes against her strangely sensitive skin left her breathless. She nibbled at the inside of her lip to distract herself while soft white hairs spread lazily down her spine, curling as they grew thick enough to become fluffy wool.
The bottom of her shirt dragged against her belly. Blue veins stood out on her breasts as tissue built within and they moved, sliding down while pushing together and bulging out to the side of her chest. Her pert little nipples widened, doubling in size before growing erect and pushing against her shirt when it continued to tighten around her expanding chest.
When she reached her late afternoon class - the only one for that day - she sat far in the back corner, away from everyone else. She settled her backpack and books in place and reached around to scratch almost painfully deep into the back of her neck, hard enough that several white hairs came away on the tips of her fingers.
She sat.
And moaned.
And shifted in her seat.
Her thighs bulged against her swollen labia. She glanced down at herself and then poked her leg, watching as the finger sunk into the soft skin. The legs of her shorts, normally loose, dug in hard enough to leave an imprint. After making sure nobody was watching, she reached behind herself and groaned in embarrassment when she realized she could feel the rounded tops of her ass cheeks above the waistband of her shorts. She shivered when her fingers trailed over the silky white stubble doting the supple flesh.
Worse, her breasts began to ache. Cynthia leaned over her desk and her previously modest tits swung beneath her. She'd never bothered with a bra, partly because she didn't need them and partly because fuck bras. Now, she tugged at her shirt while blushing fiercely and looking around. Hoping nobody would notice.
Praying that they would notice.
She felt wetness touching her pillowy thighs. When the lecture began, she stared down at her notebook, desperately trying to ignore the urge to touch herself. Unwanted fantasies filled her mind. She turned her head to the wall while biting at her finger to cover a moan when she imagined the class fucking her. Taking turns with her. It was vivid enough that she spread her legs and arched her back as she pictured one of the jocks on the other side of the room just walking up to her and ripping her shorts off before bending her over her desk while the ashen, enormous moon watched over all of them.
"Buh- baa-" she gasped, bleating and biting at her finger with her blunt teeth. The rolled edges of her ears unfolded and her piercings shook when the tips of her ears slid out to short, rounded tips.
In order to distract herself, she tried to take notes from the lecture. Instead, she found herself sketching the moon from memory. Her hand deftly created the tiny details needed for the craters, but she sketched those lightly and soon found herself drawing a perfect pentagram in the center with a more firm hand.
She was mesmerized by it. The lecture itself became a soft buzzing sound in the back of her head as her short ears folded and little white vellus hairs crept over the back of them, causing them to twitch and swivel. Her pupils stretched, shoving against the irises until the brown coloring lightened and filled her entire eyes with her horizontally rectangular pupils staring down at the goat's face she was drawing in the center of the diagram.
HIS face, she realized. The one from- the one from- from-
Cynthia shook her head. Her soft ears flopped against the side of her head with her piercings briefly tangling into the curly wool growing along the back of her jaw.
As vivid as they were in her mind, the symbols were easy to recreate. Fine white hairs grew along the middle of her exposed stomach, over her belly button and up before vanishing beneath her shirt where it was pulled up tight against her huge breasts. Her aching, hardened nipples were thumb-thick where they pressed into the fabric.
Her left hand rubbed against the two tiny red bumps low on her midriff as she took her time meticulously sketching the details of the symbols. She had to get them right. To do any less would be disrespectful. They had to be perfect.
When class ended, she watched everyone leave. Stared at them, hoping beyond hope that one of them - any of them whether male or female - would talk to her. When nobody approached her and the last classmate filled out, she stood, unaware of the wet spot she'd left on her plastic seat.
Street lamps hummed as they flickered to life, illuminating the streets when dusk settled over the campus.
Need to get back to my room, she thought to herself while stealing glances at the looming full moon. She hugged her notebook beneath her heaving breasts as she walked quickly through the campus. Her toenails clicked against each other and she found herself raising up to the balls of her feet occasionally. Take the edge off. Need to masturbate.
Bones popped in her face. She bleated and rubbed her jaw as it expanded with halting, crunching movements.
The dorm was nearby. Cynthia wore her old pair of shoes since she'd lost her Keds at some point. She'd had her current ones since her sophomore year in high school and only kept them for sentimental reasons. Her feet hurt and she nearly took them off to go barefoot. Instead, she powered through until she reached her room. Much to her relief, the door was unlocked. She slipped within and dropped her backpack to the floor before shoving her plump ass against the door to close it.
A strange sound came from the bathroom. Cynthia's ears stretched outward, lengthening until they nearly peeked past her curly, fully white hair.
The lights were on in the dorm room and Cynthia could see more light beneath the closed bathroom door. Her notebook fell from her hands, forgotten, as she leaned forward to listen to the rhythmic slapping and gasping moans of her roommate masturbating on the other side of the door.
The notebook cracked against the floor before falling open to show the hand drawn pentagram she'd made in class. The symbols glowed on the page.
Cynthia turned to stare at the page and she finally understood. She walked to the door to place her hand on it. Ruth grunted and cried out.
"What's," the girl gasped in the brief silence. "What's wrong... with... me... Mmmmm.... nnnngh..."
Soon, the wet sound of fingers thrusting between pussy lips filled the tiny bathroom. Cynthia bleated quietly. She unzipped herself and sighed at the relief it provided for her wide hips and generous ass. The furry bulge of her tail wiggled low on her back as she pushed her shorts and panties down. At the same time, she stepped her right foot against the back of her shoe to pull her left foot from the restrictive confines. Her cloven hooves smacked against the floor when she repeated the movement to free her left free.
She could smell her roommate's cum. Her nose strained at the tip of her stretching snout, flattening as her nostrils curved outward.
"Ruth," Cynthia called out. The sounds of masturbation stopped instantly.
"D- don't come in! I'm in here!" Ruth yelled.
"I know," Cynthia said. "I know. I know what you're doing and why. I can help."
"You- You- You don't know anything!" the girl replied.
"Come out," Cynthia told her. "I'll show you."
Cynthia's ears twisted. She closed her eyes while pressing her forehead against the cool door. She could hear Ruth breathing quickly on the other side. Panting. Panting like a bitch in heat.
God, yes, yes, Cynthia thought to herself at the image of it. Of Ruth snarling and panting and-
Soft bare feet touching the floor. Cynthia took a half step back.
The door opened to show Ruth in a bra and panties. Anxious. Her soft brown eyes stared at Cynthia in shock until Cynthia pushed the door open to grab the other girl in a soft hug with her hands gripping Ruth's ass and back.
Kissing her. Lips touching Ruth's rigid mouth until the other girl moaned and opened to her and their tongues touched. Turning her towards the bed, bending until Ruth lay back. Sliding her bra down to kiss and suck on the dark nipple waiting within while Ruth cried out and gripped Cynthia's curly hair.
Further, further down, sliding panties away.
"You! You can't-!" but the hands trembling in her hair were pushing Cynthia's head down to the waiting, dripping pussy.
Cynthia kissed those swollen, sweet lips, nuzzling against them with her wooly snout. She broke away and Ruth hissed in frustration.
Ruth covered herself when Cynthia moved away to grab her notebook and the pocket knife she had on her nightstand. Although she covered herself, Ruth's eyes followed Cynthia. Hungry and ashamed.
"Why- why do you look like that? What's wrong with you?" Ruth asked. Her fingers slid beneath the blanket and she writhed as she began stroking her pussy. "I woke up and- and masturbated. I never- I didn't know how, but I touched myself and it's sinful but, oh God, I couldn't stop myself. So quiet with you in the room. Three times. I thought I peed myself at first. That wasn't it. That wasn't enough. I need- Something's- I have to go to the hospital. I think- I think I'm hysterical. I-"
Cynthia leaned in to kiss Ruth and Ruth moaned while grabbing the back of her head to kiss her deeply and inexpertly but with intense passion.
"Pledge yourself to Him," Cynthia said while placing her notebook on the bed. She unfolded the knife blade and held it steady in her hand.
"Who?" Ruth gasped.
"Prince Baphomet," Cynthia told her and she leaned in to nibble at Ruth's smooth neck. "You'll see. You'll get your release. Pledge to Him."
"Ohhhhhhh," Ruth moaned while stroking the wool on Cynthia's nape. "I- I can't, I-"
Lips touching again. Kissing. Cynthia took Ruth's hand gently.
"With me," Cynthia gasped. "With me."
She took the knife and cut her thumb, just enough so blood welled. When Ruth didn't pull her hand away and, instead, stared down at the knife with her chest heaving, Cynthia made a gentle incision on the tip of the other girl's thumb.
"With me," Cynthia repeated, placing her thumb in the middle of the pentagram.
"I- I don't- I-" Ruth stuttered. She swallowed and placed her own thumb next to Cynthia's finger.
Cynthia moaned and kissed her roommate before pulling back to rub her forehead beneath the other girl's neck. She kissed along the length of Ruth's shoulder.
"Pledge to Him," Cynthia begged as she brought her mouth up to nibble Ruth's ear. "For me. Become the wolf for me. My wolf. My beast."
"I- Pledge," Ruth gasped. She wrapped her free arm around Cynthia's head. "I pledge to you. To- To Prince Baphomet, I-"
Their blood mixed, joining them together. Soaking into the page. Predator and prey, eternal lovers.
Ruth bucked. White showed in her eyes as she reached her hands up to claw at her head.
"I FEEL IT!" she howled with tendons standing out on her neck. "I FEEL HIM! INSIDE OF ME!"
Cynthia watched as Ruth's short canines pressed into the girl's lips while they curved and lengthened. She could hear her roommate's jaw crack and pop and she stared in wonder as the girl's flawless dark skin began to stretch.
Golden streaks appeared in Ruth's eyes. Her breathing grew ragged and deep. She bowed her back and clawed at the bed while growling, ripping holes into the sheet and the mattress beneath when her nails folded and slid past the tip of her fingers.
Hard lines appeared on the girl's slender arms. She grunted and her stomach clenched. And again. Clear drops of sweat beaded on her body while heat radiated away from her. Stark lines showed on her belly as her abdominal muscles outlined themselves on her taut flesh. The bed groaned as her narrow body widened and she growled louder with a rough, rumbling voice.
Cynthia stroked her bare pussy as she stared at Ruth's panties, watching as fur began to spread from the girl's mound. The thick hairs pushed against the plain white panties before slipping out from the sides to spread over her hips.
"Can't- nnnrgh-" Ruth growled while sliding to the floor. The metal clasps on her bra strap bent as her upper body widened from the muscle multiplying beneath her skin. It snapped and fell to the floor beneath her as sable hairs began to spread over her back in a thick mane. The girl's shoulder blades flexed while she lowered herself and raised her ass.
The girl lifted her head in a silent howl. Cynthia screamed in return as she orgasmed, pushed far over the edge from watching her roommate change into the very thing she'd always wanted.
As the black fur crept down Ruth's back, more emerged over her labia and up with scattered clumps growing over her powerful, muscular inner thighs. A thick tuft of dark hairs gathered over a bulging lump of skin when the girl's tailbone was forced outward as more vertebrae formed to create her tail.
"Smell you," Ruth growled. She turned until she faced Cynthia and Cynthia stared down at her - at the sweat rolling between her furred breasts. Cynthia gasped and clenched, pulling at her teats when she spied the six bumps of wrinkled, charcoal colored skin slowly twisting into tiny nipples along the side of Ruth's stomach. "I can smeeellll you, girrrrrrl."
Cynthia spread her knees while leaning back on her padded ass. Her fluffy tail lifted before bouncing up and down as she stared down at her roommate approaching on all fours.
"Yes yes yes yes," Cynthia moaned while watching Ruth's ears lengthen through her hair. As she stared at her roommate's tail curling and waving slightly back and forth.
Hands reached up and claws dug into the wooly fur on Cynthia's thighs. Ruth leaned forward, licking her nose as it fractured into dark, pebbled texture. Her broad tongue wet her nose before she brushed it against Cynthia's slick pussy.
Ruth growled and hot breath puffed over the cum-slick wool covering Cynthia's crotch.
"Want you," Ruth snarled and Cynthia reached down to stroke the girl's hair. She sighed through parted lips before sliding her fingernails through the fur spreading over Cynthia's face. And then up to rub Ruth's fleshy, furry pointed ears. Slipping her fingers into Ruth's hair, she made a fist and pulled the girl's muzzle gently towards her waiting sex. Ruth's tongue flattened against Cynthia's pussy before folding to slip between her lips.
"YESSSS!" Cynthia cried out while raising her hips. Ruth's nose pressed into Cynthia's clit while her tongue writhed within and her claws kneaded wool and skin.
The wet shlicking sound of Ruth frantically licking and sucking Cynthia's pussy filled their dorm room, combining with Cynthia's gasping moans until she wrapped her legs around Ruth's muzzle, locking her in place.
"I'm- I'm- I'm- Ruth, I'm- OH! OHHH!" Cynthia spasmed when she came, falling back on the bed with her soft thighs locked around her roommate. The orgasm seemed endless. Waves upon waves crashed through her until her legs slid over the fur spreading over Ruth's broad shoulders.
Ruth stood up with her tongue licking around her lips, cleaning Cynthia's pussy juices from her mouth. She raised up to her forefeet and a thin layer of flesh flattened beneath her foot before inflating to create her paw pads.
The girl towered over Cynthia and her bed. Cynthia trembled at the sight of the ferocious werewolf. When Ruth reached out, Cynthia flinched and then chastised herself internally before taking the offered hand - twice as large as her own. Ruth pulled as if Cynthia weighed nothing at all. The other girl stood nearly two feet taller than her and was covered in shaggy black fur.
Ruth turned to walk over to her bed. Here she bent over and her tail curved while her ass cheeks spread. Drops of her cum created a path on the floor to where she presented herself, back arched and her muzzle down on the bed where she turned to stare at Cynthia.
Her dream was before her. Cynthia stared at her roommate - at the werewolf begging to be mounted. And she went, willingly, eager to please. To show this girl what pleasure she had denied herself all these years. To join with her in passion as they gave themselves over to Lord Baphomet in praise of the gifts he'd bestowed upon them.
Cynthia smiled as she knelt, staring at Ruth's dark pussy lips when they began to fold, filling out into a puffy, swollen spade. The muscles tightened within and thick globs of clear pussy juice were forced out while Ruth snarled and flexed, lowering and raising her ass from the sudden, intense sensation.
With a silent prayer, Cynthia kissed the girl's velvet-soft pussy.
For you, Lord Baphomet, I give all of myself to you and my- my mate.
Just as she massaged her roommate's ass, a random thought passed through her mind and she nearly laughed. Her collar no longer belonged to her and she wondered if she could convince Ruth to wear it. Privately or publicly.
At least, she prayed. At least let her wear it for me while changing again.
The thought vanished when Ruth shoved her pussy into Cynthia's face with a hungry growl. Cynthia slipped a finger into the girl while moaning and bending further to lick the girl's glistening lips.
Submitting herself to the predator's demands as was proper of her prey.
Comments
Heather Graham
Thank you very much! She got what she wanted in the end. ... kinda!
ItsTheBigBadWolf
Fantastic work on the spreading changes. And this concept turned out great with the predator and prey shifts.
