A Crescent Moon Lesson

(Wolf to panther species TF, male to female TG, hyper breasts, lesbian make out time)

Commission for Jugger

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Club music boomed against the walls with the rhythmic beats of a giant heart. Its vibrations resonated across the crowded dance floor, elevating the pulse rates of patrons. This was what the young and stressed furries came for, to get lost in the wild emotions of their more animal sides. Having a few drinks in between DJ sets certainly helped draw out impulses in a profitable, if more subjective way.

The people in charge really knew how to make a place that played on instincts. Rex only needed three beers before he was swaggering around feeling like an apex predator. Whoever thought to use a smoke machine on the dance floor deserved a raise. The young wolf didn’t come to dance, eyeing every bouncing, flailing person around him like sheep. Many of them wore glow bands, sold rather cheaply for extra effect in neon lights, giving their silhouettes an exotic blurry outline.

A blush formed across the wolf’s muzzle upon catching sight of a bunny girl. The hard jiggles and sway of her moves had the teasing allure of unwitting prey. Her scent made his mouth water, or that could have been jalapeno poppers fighting back up his windpipe. Either way, Rex found his perfect target. As the track died down, he swooped in ready to pick up the date. With this dark backdrop, his tough predator routine will look so badass it might impress a few other girls to accompany them.

Funny how intoxicated minds make events play out better in one’s head.

The drunken swagger didn’t hinder Rex so much as the black bear he failed to spot in the flashing lights. An accidental elbow to the face sent him flying into a camel who ricocheted him with a hard shove from very painful hoof fingers. The bunny girl let out a high-pitched scream as she got tackled to the floor with a very confused grey wolf on top of her.

Poor Rex never got time to recover. The bunny laid into him with a flurry of punches and kicks at very sensitive areas while most of the club watched dumbstruck. For being so thin, she packed a hell of a punch. Rex tried to shout out some form of apology, only to bite the bunny’s wrist as she tried to land another blow to his chin.

Things went into a blur of dazzling stars with a bloody taste on Rex’s lips. Next thing he knew the wolf was outside, upside down against a car that wasn’t his, and covered in bruises. Perhaps the bouncers thought he needed a little extra roughing up for good measure before being tossed on his ass.

Frankly, it was nice that no one broke his legs. Rex rolled onto shaking feet, giving a soft whine of pain. Everything still hurt down to the wag of his tail, making a bath in ice sound very appealing. He took three shaking steps towards what he hoped was home and promptly vomited over the hood of a car. The blaring alarm that triggered helped him sober up real fast, breaking into a run across the parking lot.

Thank goodness the night was still young. Rex hoped to hide in a gas station or McDonald’s for a quick coffee. Neither of those came into view rounding the block, but a neon sigh flashing ‘open’ looked just as promising. His worries an angry car owner was in pursuit prevented read the door signs before dashing through. A clatter of small bells hung over it announced his entrance, making his ears fold in a wince.

“Welcome to the Final Form?”

Rex blinked, chest rapidly heaving for breath as he took in the small curious shop. The space looked fairly cramped with several shelves full of seemingly random devices and bottles close together. Aisles barely a few feet apart made it difficult for one person to walk to the back counter. Behind it the stunning siamese was easy for him to spot, since she stood on a stepladder placing bottles of liquid on a shelf.

She glanced over a shoulder, smiling down at Rex, but his attention reflexively went elsewhere. This feline looked sculpted by a goddess and stuffed into a tank top with shorts. Even from behind, her large breasts were visibly curving out from her sides. A sleek, ropey tail waved about hypnotically, beckoning the wolf to admire the thick butt stretching denim into a second skin.

Rex needed a while to realize he was staring, giving a harsh cough while pretending to take an interest in some objects inside the counters display. The cat’s sly grin as she stepped off the ladder made him think the back-turned pose had been intentional. “S-sorry. I’m just...uh...having a rough night.”

“No need to explain, Rex,” she said with a knowing nod. “Some people can really overreact to a misunderstanding.”

“Yeah, you have no idea.” Rex chuckled, but then his ears perked. “Wait, did I introduce myself?”

“Relax, I’m good at guessing names.” The siamese rested her elbows on the counter, continuing to tease the wolf by letting the glass support her bust in a show of cleavage. “I’m Telyn. Telyn Pryde.”

“Yeah, I can tell you are,” Rex mumbled with another glance at those soft mounds resting proudly before him. Giggling jerked his muzzle back up to meet the cat’s smile. “I mean, can I get a drink or something? T-that running took a bit out of me.”

“Well, I don’t have enough milk if that’s what you’re looking for.” Telyn almost fell over laughing at how flustered that comment made Rex. She made a show of adjusting her top and then gestured to the large display of bottles behind her. “However, I got a potion for anyone’s problems. I’ll even throw in a freebie for those black eyes, you poor thing.”

“Potions? What?” Rex said blankly. Turning back to the front door, his tail wagged slightly reading the store’s sign backwards. “The Finale Form; magic for the hapless? Not really a slogan that sticks with you.”

“We all have our good and bad skills. My creativeness with signs seems to pale with your luck with women.”

“Arrf!” Rex snorted in a very doggish way, reminding himself of a bloody nose and possibly missing front teeth. “It’s only an occasional fluke.”

“It’s a pretty typical problem with most people; you’re too busy thinking about yourself.” Telyn’s head vanished behind the counter, leaving her tail to do a snake charm dance for a few seconds. When she came back up, her hands each held a thin-necked but wide based bottle. “It’s not always about showing off how cool you can make yourself look. Maybe sometimes people should consider what their partner does, and who they are. You would have bored that bunny’s giant ears off playing big bad wolf even if you hadn’t bum rushed her.”

“Hey, I was shoved,” Rex said, glad to have some counterpoint to this unwanted social critique. “It...you’re making me sound like some kind of egotist.”

“Sorry, that’s not my point.” Telyn placed the bottles on her counter, sliding them over to Rex. “It’s more a matter of perspective. You need to have an open mind about what a woman might want before you chase after them. That’s how I can help you.”

“Uh huh?” Rex’s ears and tail slowly curled up despite a rush of suspicion. For a moment he eyed the bottle’s and not the beauty incarnate behind them. “And these are what now?”

“Potions, duh! What part of a magic shop is hard to understand?”

“The part where you do magic.”

“...fair enough.” Telyn uncorked a bottle, assaulting Rex’s big black nose with a cinnamon perfume odor. “Here, try out my healing draught, non-believer. It’ll make your walk home a lot easier.”

Not the most convincing sales pitch Rex ever heard. Only the power of thirst compelled him to eventually chug the strangely bottled brew. The bottle barely left his muzzle before a joint popped and his skin felt like things were crawling under it. A glance at his arms made the wolf vastly relieved to find the bruises on them were fading away, along with their aches. He quickly finished the bottle, becoming revitalized and sober as this morning.

“Okay, that’s pretty neat,” Rex confessed after setting down the empty bottle. A sudden burp escaped without his consent, making Telyn’s tail wag. “So what’s the other one do? And how much am I paying for this?”

“Simple answers. You’re not paying for anything because I feel sorry that a cute wolf is having a terrible night. Consider them gifts. And this other one is a little family recipe passed down from ancient Roma times.”

“Sounds mysterious.”

“Are you going to give me sass, or let me explain?” Telyn furrowed her eyebrows until Rex lost his nerve to maintain eye contact. “I thought so. Anyway, my family bloodline draws their power from the crescent moon, which is in a few days. Drink this elixir and I guarantee when that moon rises your luck with the ladies will vastly improve.”

“If you say so.” Rex plucked the bottle, regarding its swirling liquid contents for a moment. Some of their conversation played back in his head, making the wolf return a grin. “But if you think I’m cute, why don’t we go catch a burger or something?”

The question seemed to blindside Telyn out of her flirty aura. Shimmering gold eyes grew wide as dinner plates, blinking several times trying to process such a proposal. Unfortunately, a burst of meowing giggles made Rex’s tail drop before he could get any hopes up.

“Oh, don’t pout, silly,” Telyn leaned across the counter to give the wolf’s ear a quick scratch. The sting of pleasured contact made him bark in surprise. “I honestly didn’t see that coming. Sadly, there’s other people I need to see tonight. I’ll just come by your place during the moon magic. We can both see just how good I make grandmas old elixir.”

“Um...I guess?” Rex said, a bit uncertain about the feline’s tone. He didn’t know enough cats to tell if they always liked to talk ominously. “You got some paper or a text number?”

Telyn gave a dismissive wave. It took Rex a second to realize her outline emitted a rising glow. Energy pooled around her curves, making the hourglass figure project a shimmering blue aura. “Not to worry, hun. I know where to find you. Buh bye!”

Rex had a hundred questions, but only got out half a word before the siamese snapped her fingers. He recoiled with a sharp bark as a sting hit his eyes. One hand rubbed at them instinctively, like she had thrown sand on him while the other kept a tight hold on the potion. “Damn it, girl! What the hell was that...for?”

The strange eye distortion left quicker than it hit, leaving Rex glancing around dumbfounded. The wolf’s tail tucked between his legs, seeing they were no longer in a shop. He stood under the lamplight of the sidewalk with only a brick wall stretching across the face of the building Telyn had been inside. Only the potion remained in his hand as evidence she ever existed.

“I’m...going to quit drinking.” Rex whirled to head straight home.

*    *    *

“All right, we got this!” Rex cheered into his headset, hammering controller buttons in a frenzy. He somehow pulled off the perfect Reinheart ultimate, and now his team was twenty seconds away from victory.

Two days later and the weird encounter with Telyn was all but forgotten. Rex consumed her potion immediately after arriving home, but found its lack of results disappointing. Nothing about his body changed in the bathroom mirror anytime he checked. This morning he remembered the whole ‘luck with women’ thing, so tried turning on some wolf charm for the skunk gal at McDonalds.

Something about Rex’s milkshake didn’t smell right afterwards.

At least the world of video games felt like being generous tonight. Too much rejection in one week can take a toll on even the most optimistic of wolves. Going out for more social interaction looked very unappealing tonight. Plus, he had work tomorrow. Soon as the match finished Rex exited to fix himself a snack before bed.

“Hmm?” He didn’t get far into the kitchen before the sink window caught his attention. Padding on over, his eyes became fixated on a perfect view of a silver sliver floating among the black abyss. It felt so relaxing just to gaze at it. Hands fell limp at his side while his tail ceased wagging. “Oh, right. That weird siamese said something about a crescent moon. Maybe I should have tried my luck tonight.”

Ironically, moving was the last thing on Rex’s mind. Staring up into the dreamy sky following the moon left his muscles so relaxed, thoughts drifting in a daze. Hours might have passed before a sharp itching in his crotch drew a reflexive scratch.

“Um…?” Rex could tell something was off the moment his hand contacted his shorts, but still couldn’t draw his eyes off the moon. Fingers laid gently on his groin, trying to feel out anything through the fabric. They promptly recoiled from a harsh quivering underneath, as if they had been shocked. That snapped the wolf out of his dream state. “What the fuck!?”

Now with his mind focused on it, Rex’s ears folded back with a whimper. All he could feel was a strange pulling sensation diving deep into his pelvis. It seemed perfectly in sync with his squirming bulge, which deflated before his eyes. By the time he thought to pull down his pants, it was already too late.

His beautiful sheath, the whole defining package of manhood, was just gone. Somehow everything vanished deep inside his pelvis. It was really gross imagining all that internal pressure as his organs shifting, forming a new purpose. Even the fur on his crotch became infected, darkening as black as the night sky. This quickly spread out, consuming fur across his hips and thighs.

Rex gulped, working up the courage to poke the alien area with a finger. The skin between his legs split in a rush of sensitive muscles to become a sensitive slit. It didn’t take a genius to recognize a pussy, even with his bad dating streak. “WHAT THE FUCK!?”

There came a knocking at the door which the wolfs panicked barking prevented him from hearing. Before Rex could fully comprehend his new vagina, the black finished shifting the hue of fur around his hips, causing them to crack with the harsh growth of bones. He barely caught the sink, struggling to stay upright while shifting joints altered his stance so knees naturally bent inwards.

“W-what’s happening to me?” Rex looked over his shoulder, letting out frantic whimpers. Thin black hairs climbed hurriedly up his tail, shedding off the wolfs amazing thick grey fluff. The appendage grew longer as it changed, sweeping the floor at his heels with a rounded tip. Its snakey cat appearance instantly brought back memories of Telyn. “Oh, my gosh. What the heck did she put in that potion?”

Tension washed down Rex’s legs with a waterfall of black fur. Seething through sharp fangs, he held onto the sink with white knuckles. Invisible hands seemed to stroke over his ass before the black moon bubbled outwards in rapidly forming layers of fat. Excess dropped onto his thighs, rapidly closing the gap between them.

“YIP!”

Rex tried to twist and figure out what was happening, but his expanding lower body got caught in their tight shorts. The wolf collapsed onto his knees, blushing at how his butt squished against his ankles like foam pillows. He rolled over for a proper sit, which his thick glutes still made awkward, flailing until the shorts slid off plump feminine legs. Another cramp made his toes cringe before they shrunk into dainty black paws.

A loud click made Rex’s pointed ears perk towards the front door. From across the living room the locks were somehow becoming undone, and the portal creaked open. The familiar head of a siamese girl poked inside when the crack became big enough for it. Upon spotting the half-changed, bottom heavy, wolf her muzzle split into a grin that reached her ears.

“Sorry I’m late,” Telyn said, stepping inside without a care for permission. She used one leg to kick the door closed behind her, striding anxiously towards Rex. “I really wanted to watch your first change from the start but had a really frustrating client to finish up. How’s it going so far?”

“Alarming and a bit confusing!” Rex snapped back, lips curled into a growl. Some twinges in his torso promptly turned it to a yelp. The black fur climbed up his waist under his shirt, which he tossed off in renewed panic. Skin along his stomach drew flat while pressure settled in on his waist. With a crack, the wolf reflexively arched his back and held it there. His entire posture changed with a new curvature in his spine, leaving his inky furred chest more pronounced. “What the hell did you do to me?”

“Well, I promised you better luck with the ladies. Didn’t I?” Telyn licked her whiskers, already getting aroused watching the wolf’s waist collapse into a slim inward curve. It made Rex’s bubble butt look even juicier, and she was sad to have missed that tush grow in. At least she got here in time for the best part. “The first step is a very important change in perspective. Maybe I should have mentioned I take that part literally.”

“Y-you think?! Gah!” Rex gasped with the compacting of his shoulders. Like the rest of him, they gained a smooth curved edge while the black fur rode down his arms. He held his hands up helplessly, watching biceps slim and fingers crunch into smaller digits. Claws grew out into pronounced points that almost looked manicured. “This is absolutely crazy. I can’t...w-why are you getting naked?”

“Because you invited me over, silly.” Telyn giggled amid removing her shirt. Perky rich mounds bounced free with the decision not to wear a bra over, eliciting feels in Rex that brought an unfamiliar moistness to his crotch. She wrinkled her nose, catching his fresh scent in the air, and responded by turning to make a show of pulling down her pants. “Though I’m jealous, the junk in my trunk is nothing compared to yours. That’s a dump truck ass if I’ve ever seen one.”

“N-not exactly what I was expecting to get either. Aaah haaa.”

“Oh, isn’t it?” A very naked Telyn knelt atop Rex, deeping his blush. Their muzzles pressed together in a gentle nose bump. She found the poor boy adorable with his regular wolf’s head atop a body both female and feline in shape. “I promised you better luck with the ladies. That requires some drastic learning experiences. Grandma always said the best way to learn how to please a woman is to be one.”

“Mmpphh! W-wait does that mean you were a...ngggghh!”

“Tonight’s not about me, sweetheart,” Telyn teased, resting hands atop Rex’s blackened pecs. Her mere contact had him wiggling those thick hips in soft throes of pleasure. “But I am glad to help you through the best part of this.”

BLOOP!

The feline’s palms pushed against Rex’s chest, massaging the fine furry skin. That earned her another adorable whine before the flesh pushed back.

Rex’s jaw dropped, heaving for breath as he watched his chest inflate. Black fur bulged between Telyn’s fingers from two mounds filling out like water balloons, soon becoming big enough that they fell into a hang against his ribcage. No mistake, he had grown a pair of plump breasts near instantly. The stretching of his pliable skin made it more sensitive to Telyn’s caressive touch.

It was just a modest pair by most standards, probably a C-cup. Fortunately, Telyn knew how to help with that. Fingers dug in firm, clutching the soft mounds, her tail curling with Rex’s watching the former boy bite his lip to stifle moans. With her firm grip, she rolled Rex’s tits together, creating a display of tentative cleavage for his view, and then pulled them as far apart as they’d stretch.

BWOMP! WUB! WUB! MWOOP!

This motion continued drawing Rex’s bust in slow, circular motions. Each time Telyn slapped his boobs together, their fatty contents exploded in a rush to double their previous size. He barely got enough time to gulp in fresh air before the next surge added more weight and pushed it back out his muzzle with an aroused bark. The view down quickly became blocked by rounded bags of black fur. Despite their liquid flow around Telyn’s hands, pressure mounted into a painful ache inside them.

WUB! WUB! BUUP!

“Aahhh A-arrrgh!”

The pressure zeroed in on two small points atop the crest of two breasts coaxed big enough to flop into his lap. Telyn seemed to know what was up too. Her fingers gave a sharp tug right on the afflicted areas, nearly making Rex howl with the pop and release that followed. A sensation of fluid began trickling its way down the breasts’ curves onto his thighs. Something he realized was milk upon reaching up to feel along the sensitive areola of his puffy nipples.

“I...I’m…”

“Gorgeous? You better believe it, babe!” Telyn rested her head on the massive shelf Rex’s chest had ballooned into, giving him another toothy smile. “Good lord, and I thought magic made me big. We could have a slumber party on these beanbags bahangas.”

“Bah! Bah!” Rex tried to speak but her insistence on rubbing his tender mammaries didn’t mix well with the sudden tightening in his throat muscles.

“Yeah, we should wait until you’re done before making plans.” Telyn reached out to boop Rex on the nose. It wrinkled violently, more because of the black fur crawling its way down the wolf muzzle. “Don’t worry, I know how to help!”

“Rrwag? W-wait, what arrre y-you, aah arf!?”

Rex gasped at the changing pitch in his voice. He could only watch Telyn duck out of sight under his shifting boobs, delivering a cold jab from between his legs. The siamese wasted no time nuzzling against Rex’s fresh female clit, washing over a juicy vulva with deliberately slow drags of her tongue. Pleasure of a whole new world left him paralyzed, unable to do much but watch his canine snout recede out of his peripheral.

“Yip! Aah. Mmmrrgghh! Grrr-mrr-mrr-reow!? W-wharrr-ruff What’ssss happen in-nyah!?”

This was arguably the least sexy part of the transformation. Which is why Telyn found it more fun to eat out Rex’s maidenhood than watch. Neither could still drown out the hard crunches of Rex’s muzzle collapsing into itself. Drool blasted out in a spray across his cleavage with the chin shrinking a lot faster than the nose. By the time it caught up, his large canine button had shrunk into a sharper triangle shape on a more feline mouth.

“Bar-rrreow! Nya-oof I...I can’t...Mm-mew…” Rex squeezed what little breast flesh his slim hands could hold. His involuntary animal ticks continued changing further away with his last vestiges of wolf's traits. The grey fuzz of his hair molted off in clumps, leaving a fine layer of black fur on his reshaping scalp. Everything gained a softer edge, including his ears. Their tips smoothed into a wide curved triangle, gaining thicker lobes for a slight shrinkage.

Thwip! Thwip! Thwip! Thwip! Thwip!

“Nya-HAAAHH AAAH!” No sooner did the last tingles of changes leave Rex’s head than Telyn’s greedy feast on his snatch caught up. Thighs squeezed reflexively tight around the siamese, only coaxing them to eat them out faster. Breaths grew sharp and frequent with the rising tension of his inner muscles. “Reew! Oh! Ooooh god! Aah haa haa! It...it’s too much! I can...n-nyaarr! REEEOWWWAREOOOW! Mmmppph! Fuuuuuuck!”

Rex rolled his smaller head back, letting out a roar befitting the buxom panther he had become. His insides clenched in several hard pulses, nearly trapping Telyn’s tongue before she could pull out. Waves crashed along his muscles, dazing their nerves with so much pleasure he almost expected to pass out. Eventually their intensity decreased down to a sensual throbbing, leaving him to collapse against a kitchen cabinet. 

With an exhausted slump, Rex gazed at the crescent moon, feeling very grateful for the experience it had given. Ideas began pouring into his mind for even more potential ways to love this body. Feelings of joy turned his angular muzzle into a coy grin, unaware that his blue eyes brightened into a glowing yellow, developing the slit irises of a predator.

“Woo! That was fun-ACK!” Telyn reappeared from under the panther’s bust so suddenly it made Rex jump. The resulting boob smack that gave her sent the siamese sprawling on her own fatty backside. “Oooow! Guess you forgot about me, huh?”

“In my defense, I’m dealing with a hell of a lot tonight.” The panther stuck out her shorter pink tongue in a raspberry, caressing the far edges of her breasts. They still felt tenderly plump despite having finished lactating. “But holy hell, was that ever amazing. Nya!”

Telyn rolled off onto her feet before offering their newly changed friend a hand up. “I take it you approve, Rex? Hmm..no, that still sounds way too doggish now. You might want something else.”

“Roxi would be awesome,” the panther said without having to think about it. She accepted the offer, but ironically the thick weight of her curves ended up requiring both Telyn’s hands and a lot of pulling. Somehow standing made her rack look more bloated, nearly hanging to cover her stomach. She took a minute to give them a teasing shake, enjoying the sloshing of so much milk still inside. “So...what happens now?”

Telyn never lost her smile watching a former wolf boy check out their gods. It was a free show she wouldn’t dream of complaining about. “How about I magic us up some dresses and go hit a late bar? With a killer figure like that, we might end up teaching you how to catch herds of men and women.”

“Heh. Yeah, I guess so,” Roxi purred for the first time without realizing it. Bending over to test the twerk of her butt was far more interesting to her feline instincts. “Flirting with a few guys might be a lot of fun before this potion wears off.”

Telyn made a strange sputtering noise that deflated her usual playful aura. One of the few things Roxi didn’t want to hear right now.

“This wears off, right?”

“Oh! Sure!” Telyn coughed, gazing off into the distance. “I mean, crescent moons only happen, what? Six nights a month? Eight tops! That’s a totally fine schedule to work around for your recurring changes.”

Roxi’s face dropped into an unreadable expression. In fact, only the occasional twitch of an ear or tail gave Telyn any indication they were still alive. Every bit of conscious thought folded in on analyzing what was being implied. 

“Yeah, we can make this work,” she said just before Telyn could decide if running away naked was a viable option. “I will probably have to go shopping after work so I’m not spending the next three nights naked. Boy is buying ladies’ underwear, going to look really awkward for Rex. Christ, they might not even have anything in beach ball size. And then there’s getting this sexy body a legal ID…”

“Hey, at least you won’t have to do shopping as a naked beached whale,” Telyn quipped nervously. “You’d have to tie two shirts together just to get around that chest.”

A smile returned to Roxi’s face, helping remove any tension. The air conditioning chose then to kick on, making the pantheress hug herself with a shudder. “So, yeah? How about those dresses? This fat isn’t helping me stay warm and all that transforming has really put me in a horny club mood.”