Mistress and Maid
She knelt and waited for the new Mistress to enter. Her hands were tied behind her back, as explained, for her own good.
Luxurious, fluffy white fur had already grown on the Mistress's body. The servant looked into the Mistress's eyes to make sure she hadn't yet lost her human mind. The Mistress ran her hand over the servant's neck, stroked her hair. A sigh of pleasure escaped the servant's lips. The Mistress ran her rough little tongue over the servant's cheek, tasting and memorizing the flavor of her body.
The servant reveled in the scent of the Mistress, who was already halfway through her transformation into a beast.
The Mistress stroked the servant's body and she arched under the caresses. The bound
servant was pushed onto the bed by the Mistress, face down, and she gazed at her body for a long time, as if it were her own property. Then she sat down, spread her buttocks, and began massaging her clitoris. The servant had to become aroused before the initiation into werewolves could begin.But the Mistress herself could no longer restrain the desire to transform, so she placed the servant on her knees and ordered her to lick her slit.
When the time came, the Mistress freed the servant from the straps and settled more comfortably on the couch. The servant was ordered to be active. The servant sat down next to her mistress and ran her little hand from top to bottom, from the Mistress's chest to her groin.
The Mistress closed her eyes in pleasure and pulled the servant's little muzzle to her face. Their lips met sweetly. The servant's nose buried itself in the fur coat, and she inhaled the sweet, furry scent. The servant licked the Mistress's fluffy body, covering it with the scent of her saliva. She licked the Mistress's nose and ears, feeling the human mind recede, replaced by animal instincts. The servant's claws grew and her fangs protruded. The Mistress monitored the taste of the servant's breath so as not to miss the key moment of transition.
"Stop!" said the Mistress. "It's time to change the fur."
And the Mistress handed over a fox fur coat. "It will suit you."
The servant tried on the fur coat and, absentmindedly, took a few steps, listening to the new sensations. Without giving her time to recover, the Mistress threw her into a corner of the room. The servant froze on her knees in a posture of submission. The dominant female had absolute power over her. The servant stroked her hair. It had become as silky and red as all the other fur on her body. Then she sniffed her hand, which had touched her hair, and moaned with pleasure—finally, her dreams were beginning to come true.
The servant knew what would happen next. At any moment, the dominant female would develop a member, and the initiation rite would take place. The Mistress brought her member under the servant's nose, and she gently dipped it into her mouth.
"Suck, bitch," ordered the Mistress, and with a hand covered in brown fur, she grasped the smooth member. With her other hand, she guided the servant's head, forcing her to move faster and faster. The Mistress ran her hand over the servant's fur and realized that the climax of the rite must occur in the next few minutes, or not at all. The fur had merged with the servant's body, and to achieve the full transformation, she needed to be brought to orgasm.
The Mistress went from behind and inserted her member into the servant's vagina. The ride began. The servant screamed and shuddered. She stood in a cat-like posture, and the Mistress thrust harder and harder. Finally, the servant pulled away from the Mistress's member. The Mistress collapsed onto her back, exhausted. The servant sat on the Mistress's member in a rider's position, carefully and gently, and continued the ride, but now in an active position, leaning far back with her hands and arching her body.
When the servant's movements accelerated and her cries turned into an unceasing moan, the Mistress understood that the transformation had taken place. Now they could lie in bliss for a few minutes.
The servant pressed close to the Mistress's face and gratefully licked her cheek. Two furry bodies lay side by side. The servant inhaled the Mistress's furry scent and kissed her fur coat, her nose buried in the other's fur.
The Mistress stroked the servant's fur, understanding that all of this now belonged to the pack. However, the first outing with the new servant would have to wait—she was too tired from the transformation.
After sweetly kissing the Mistress, the new servant closed her eyes.