Piggy's Pleasure

She wandered through the dark woods, the full moon casting an eerie glow through the canopy above. Her black corset and red cape swished around her curvy figure as she moved deeper into the forest. She had heard rumors of a werewolf living here, and part of her hoped they were true.

A rustling in the bushes made her pause. Slowly, she turned to see a large wolf emerge from the shadows. But as it stepped into the moonlight, the creature began to shift and change before her eyes. Fur receded, revealing tanned skin. The wolf's face elongated into that of an alluring woman with piercing green eyes.

"I am Lyra," the werewolf said, her voice a seductive purr. "What brings you to my forest, little mortal?"

The woman swallowed hard, both frightened and entranced by the beautiful creature before her. "I...I sought you out," she managed. "I've heard tales of your power. I want it for myself."

Lyra smiled, a wicked glint in her eyes. "Power comes at a price. But if you are willing to pay it..."

She produced a small pouch from her cape and held it out. The woman took it with trembling fingers. Inside was a strange herb she had never seen before. Lyra leaned in close, her warm breath caressing the mortal's neck.

"Eat," the werewolf commanded softly. "Let my essence fill you."

Hands shaking, the woman brought the pouch to her lips and swallowed the contents. Almost immediately, a strange tingling began in her belly. Her skin prickled as fur sprouted along her arms and legs. A tail pushed out from beneath her skirt.

Lyra watched with rapt attention as she shifted fully into a wolf, her transformation complete. The werewolf circled her new companion, drinking in every detail - the glossy black fur, the pointed ears, the gleaming fangs.

But Lyra wasn't finished yet. She reached out to stroke the wolf's muzzle with a clawed finger. "One final gift," she purred.

The wolf whimpered as a strange pressure built between her hind legs. Fur receded to reveal smooth skin, and then...a penis. A thick, meaty cock sprung from her sheath, already hard and throbbing.

Lyra chuckled darkly. "Go on then. Enjoy your new body."

As if in a trance, the wolf began to rub her new cock with her hind paw, shamelessly pleasuring herself as Lyra watched. The werewolf's eyes glittered with satisfaction at the debauched sight.

The transformation was complete. The woman was now one of them - a creature of the night, cursed and empowered by Lyra's gift. And as she knelt there in the moonlit woods, frantically humping her own paw like a bitch in heat, she knew there was no going back from this.