The two werewolves approached the kitchen slowly, cautiously, dropping to all fours with long ears at attention. The smaller wolf glanced at the larger until given a nod. She leapt, crashing through the kitchen door to the sounds of screams. The women inside all backed into a corner with Matilda holding a shaking spoon before her.
Ignoring the old woman, Beatrice snapped and clawed as one girl tried to run. The stricken girl screamed, spun and slammed to the ground, holding her dangling arm. She lay there, panting and trembling and groaning in pain.
Satisfied that everyone else was cowering, the young she wolf grabbed one of the maids, paw around her throat. She slashed down the girl's tunic and then pulled her down to the ground. Slowly, she turned, lowering her ass to the girl's face with her thighs spread. The girl turned her face and then bucked, mouth open when Beatrice licked between her thighs.
"Oh god!" The girl with the broken arm screamed. She raised her head in a silent howl as her canine teeth lengthened and fur grew along her jaw lines. Sharp claws pierced the fingertips of her broken arm and the arm itself trembled, healing with a loud popping noise. Fur pushed through the tears in the fabric and she grunted, lifting her dress with her undamaged arm. Her tongue lolled from her mouth and she panted while rubbing her bare clit in front of the terrified onlookers. Fur sprouted around her fingers, growing in a tuft to cover her sex. Her bodice bulged, the fabric snapping as her breasts grew. "The heat! Oh god! Fuck! The heat!"
With a throaty growl, the changing girl stood, catching herself on a table as her feet popped and grew. She reached for a girl and then growled as the girl pushed away. All the woman parted around the poor lone girl and the changing she wolf laughed, snatching her away. She held her, kissing her roughly while rubbing herself against the other girl's leg.
"Please!" the girl gasped between breaths. Light black fur grew along the tips of her round ears. More hairs sprouted down her jaw and along her bare shoulders, thickening into a small mane at the back of her neck. The shewolf with the slashed arm pushed the girl down, forcing her to kneel between her legs. "Please, god, please no! Please, I- I don't- I- I-"
As if in a daze, the kneeling girl reached arms around the wolf girl's thighs. She moaned with cracking jaws and licked at the other girl's swelling pussy lips.
On the ground the serving girl was wrapping her arms around Beatrice's furry ass. She dug fingers into the girl's hips and pulled at her tail as her own body began to change. Small teats formed and a slim body quickly turning to hardened muscle.
Agnes huffed, pleased with her little lover. She sniffed the air and padded silently down the corridor, hunting for new prey. She could hear frantic nobles yelling and sobbing further into the castle. They smelled of fear and panic and she bared her teeth in a mockery of a smile. Following their scent, she found large, ornate doors with a single guardsman posted in front.
She paused, crouching. Tensing powerful leg muscles. The man glanced away briefly and the large she wolf pounced. They crashed to the ground, sparks flying while they slid. She snapped at his face and slashed him, her claws nearly catching in his armor before parting the thin metal. He yelled and the smell of blood filled the air.
"Is- is everything okay out there?" A quivering voice asked.
The shewolf stood over the guard. He reached for his sword and then jerked, his body spasming. He tried to speak but drool escaped his lips and his jaw cracked. Long, sharp fangs tore through his gums. She sniffed at him and felt the ache deep within, still unfilled. For a moment she considered taking him but she knew it wasn't the time.
Instead, she pushed the door and was surprised to find it unlocked and unbarred. She stepped into the room as the soldier behind her rolled to his hands and knees, straining against the changes coursing through him.
Screams filled the chamber. Lords and ladies pushed to the back of the room in a panic, trampling each other in their rush. She glanced casually about the room. Lazily strolling in with her proud tail up behind her. Nothing could stop her and she would find a mate here.
In the corner of the room, a young man was sliding his way to an ornate set of armor. His hand barely trembled as he reached for the sword in the armor's scabbard.
Him.
She ran on all fours, tail streaming until she slammed into the young man, rolling with him. They landed in a pile and he cursed her while she ripped the clothes from his body.
A few more courageous nobles made a break for the door but a large black male werewolf stepped into the room, growling. A few fragments of armor clung to his large frame. He sniffed and then grabbed a cowering young noblewoman in a perfect white dress.
"No!" the woman's husband yelled. The foolish man stepped forward but crumpled to the ground at a casual swipe from the werewolf.
The noblewoman screamed as the werewolf licked her from her breasts to her cheek. She turned her face and he grabbed her, turning her back. He lifted her for a kiss, forcing his tongue inside her mouth while his claws dug into her ass. Finally, he released her and she fell to her knees.
"E- Emma-" the woman's husband gasped. He reached for her with a trembling arm and then gasped, pulling himself into a tight ball. The back of his trousers bulged and a tail slid from the band. The man grabbed his face and screamed, pulling at his pants until he was bare. His heavily veined cock throbbed above his body and it began to redden. The man stood, hunched and then stood again, scenting the air. He stalked to the back of the room. A larger, older woman shoved a petite young girl forward and the man grabbed her, nipping at her neck and breast until a chair crashed into his face. He roared, dropping the girl. Blood dripped from his mouth and it cracked, forming into the start of a muzzle.
"You fucker!" the changing man screamed, lunging at slashing at the man who hit him. He scored several hits and then roared, howling while muscles bulged and his knot formed, thick at the base of his cock. He stood, licking black lips on a shortened muzzle while he stalked over to a new woman. An older, attractive heiress found herself alone in the shift crowd. She tried to step back but her foot caught the edge of her dress and she fell backwards, catching herself with her hands. She began to wail as the half changed beast loomed before her.
The new werewolf grabbed the older woman's hair forcing her mouth to the tip of his red cock. He growled and pushed and her jaw opened. She gagged as he forced his manhood inside her mouth. Moaning with bestial lust, he thrust, his growing tail swinging with each movement. The woman's protestations slowly ceased and she leaned forward on her knees as her ears grew to tips and her canine teeth began to lengthen. Silver fur sprouted up from her cleavage and her bodice tightened against her chest, straining to contain her growing breasts..
With the distractions, a man in the crowd took his chance, running to his fallen wife. "Alice! Alice, are you hurt?!"
"It- it hurts," the petite girl said, a hand to her neck. A line of blood flowed from underneath. The girl bit her lip and moaned.
"Oh my poor wife," the man said, cradling her in his lap. "We'll get out of this. The king is summoning the witches. They'll be able to-"
"It hurts so much," the woman gasped. She ran her hands through her hair, pulling at the ends. A small ring of hair lined the bite marks in her neck. "The heat, Peter, the heat and the ache and, oh god!"
"Oh darling," the man cried. "We'll be safe. They'll save us, you'll see. They'll save us."
Alice moaned and rolled, lifting her head in her husband's lap. She sniffed his crotch and whined, opening her mouth to let her long, wide tongue out. "You smell so good, Peter. So fucking good. God. God, yes, the heat."
The man's wife grabbed his stomach and leg. She licked his crotch with small, whining moans, running her tongue over the small bulge in his trousers. She pulled at his belt, her lust fogged brain confused. The man's wife gently bit at his cock and she moaned again, her voice far lower now. "Heat. Need. Peter. Mount. Mount me. Bitch. I'm. Your bitch. Mount me."
Seams burst on the young noblewoman's dress, exposing her bare body. Hard lines of muscles outlined her arms and legs and thick fur traced her spine. She pulled at her husband's pants again and he yelled as they tore in her powerful grasp. She moved, straddling him, pressing a swollen breast into his mouth. Her hips flexed against his bare, flaccid cock. She held him in place, rocking her swollen, wet sex back and forth until he hardened. With a happy growl, she pressed down and he slipped inside. They kissed and he hissed through clenched teeth, gripping her ass. Slowly, the base of his cock swelled as skin grew up to cover it in the start of his new sheath.
Agnes held the young man on the ground, her paws on his hands and her thighs around his hips. He was naked before her and struggling uselessly. She smiled her crooked, toothy smile and licked his face. Carefully, slowly, while keeping eye contact with him, she leaned over and bit his arm until she tasted blood. She released him and he sat up, pushing himself backwards.
