Beneath her skin ached with the fever of desperation. For the longest time she knew about him, and the blessing he had been given; and she wanted it too.
Tonight was the night she chose to ask him, hoping and wishing he would allow to have this gift pass on to her. After much thought and discussion, he agreed. She knew the risks, and the reward, and felt it was time to take it all.
She bent down on her knees, her body trembling with excitement and fear. She knew this would be painful, but the pain would be but a small moment, and the glorious feeling of freedom she longed for would be hers, forever. She wanted this, more than anything. Her soul screamed for it.
He gently brushed her hair back, slowly moving his hand across, exposing her neck and shoulder. It felt seductive, but it was not for the act of passion that he did this, but for preparation.
“Are you ready?” he asked, keeping his voice as calm as he could. He needed her to stay calm and focused.
“Yes,” she whispered, eyes straight forward.
She locked her jaw and clenched her fists as she felt his body move closer towards her, positioning himself on one knee; right hand on her waist, while the other on her left shoulder. It was a brace, to make sure she stayed in place. He needed to ensure she wouldn't move or escape, no matter how great the pain was. If done wrong, she might never be able to change.
She fought desperately to stop her shaking, but her tremors would not sit still. Second thoughts began to rush into her mind. If I do this, there is no going back. I can never be normal again. My life changes now, forever.
Am I ready?
“Yes,” she repeated, shutting her eyes. A small tear formed and ran down her cheek. He saw it, unsure what to make of it, but her communication was clear—she was ready.
He focused, feeling his fangs sheath down—through his gums—pushing and reforming his canines.
An inhale and then silence. It felt like an eternity of it, until finally his fangs pierced her flesh, which pains reached every inch of her body.
She made a soundless scream, huffing for air. She didn't dare make a sound, as it felt it would be more painful at this point.
His fangs dug in, a painful sound as her skin stretched and bled; rushing down her shoulder and back. It was warm, almost giving comfort. She longed for any sort of comfort.
He shut his eyes, dying inside at how much pain she was experiencing, thinking back to his experience. Guilt rushed over him, wishing he could back off, but he couldn't, knowing how much she wanted this. With that in mind, he bit down even harder.
She finally made a noise, throwing her head back, yelling in pain. Tears now fell from both their eyes. This hurt to do, but he needed to finish. It would be at least a minute of this before it was safe to let go.
The pain was now at its peak. She did try to move, to escape, but his grip was too tight. She tried to collapse, but his hands would not let her.
Every synapse in her body was firing at the speed of light. Everything hurt, and yet, she had the strange sense of delight tingle through her body. She knew it was the changes; the heat in her skin, the venom making its way through the bloodstream. She took it in, feeling the arousal of power and strength, the spirit of the wolf entering her soul. Her last few moments were with a smile.
Finally he let go; a loud smack from his lips as his skin broke the suction, causing more blood to flow freely down her neck. He wasted no time, gently running his tongue on her skin, cleaning the spilling blood as well as her wound.
She panted, falling onto his knees. He stroked her hair, continuing to gently lap her wound clean. He did as much as he could to make her comfortable, but it was now time to let her go. This was something only she needed to go through.
He gently set her down on the ground. She looked up at him with worried eyes.
“Did it work?” she asked, trembling fingers raising up to the wound. She felt the moist puncture wounds beneath her fingertips.
“Give it a moment,” he said, sitting down on the ground a few feet from her.
The wound was supposed to completely heal before the transformation would begin. If it didn't, she would probably never be able to change. Another bite would be ineffective. The thought scared her of going through life with a constant reminder of the life she could have had, in the form of a scar on her shoulder. She shut her eyes, praying that the transformation worked.
It was silent as she lay still, looking at him. For so long she knew his secret, and so long she wanted to join him. She tried to smile, giving him a small glimmer of hope.
Both pain and excitement rushed to her again, as her shoulder stung with healing and suddenly a new and more strong wave of pain ran through her body; this time, focusing more on her muscles and bones.
She screamed, jolting onto her back, arching it as high as she could, her body almost moving herself involuntarily. The heat was much more intense this time. The burning started in her chest, and moved outward. She could feel her muscles contract and flex over and over, as if every muscle in her body was being worked on in the gym—only all at once.
She threw herself onto her belly again, violently clawing at the dirt with her finger tips. She arched her back outward now, screaming from the extreme pressure in her vertebrae. It felt as though someone was playing tug-of-war with it, stretching and cracking its length. She did all she could to relieve the pressure, flexing and twisting her torso; it popped and crunched several times before the pain moved elsewhere.
“The first time is always the most painful,” a calm voice came over her, as he kneeled close to her body, helping her sit up.
“It hurts so much,” she cried.
“I know, but I will go through the changes with you.”
She nodded, clenching her teeth, which also hurt—her fangs had already begun to show.
She sat back, struggling to breathe as she felt her hands crack and reform. Her swelling fingers growing pads, and her fingernails reshaping and moving aside for her long claws. She watched in awe, seeing her body change for the first time. Even though it was excruciating, it was the most amazing feeling she had ever experienced in her life. For a moment, the pain didn't matter as she watched her hand form into a beautiful paw.
Another contraction came, strong enough to snap her out of her trance, falling on her back, rolling in pain on the ground. The burning was now moving towards the surface; the heat became so intense she couldn't handle her clothes any longer. She lifted her shirt off in time to witness fur rip across her flesh, staring at her abdomen and working its way outward. It burned with every inch it covered, then cooled instantly.
The burning stayed at her face, as the pain shot through her jaw and nose—now was the time for her face to change—her face she had known her whole life, was now at the mercy of the wolf. A new face she would learn to love and recognize, and she didn't doubt for a second that she wouldn't.
She opened her mouth wide, roaring in pain as her jaw cracked and ripped, burning and stretching as the muzzle extended outward. Her ears slide up the side of her head, extending and widening; making every sound she heard louder and more intensified, as if she had switched on high definition. It felt like her face was sliding off of its skull.
She fell down on all fours, which felt natural and less painful. This helped her to notice changes elsewhere, in her neck as it stretched to its full length, and in her feet and legs which were now cracking and warping, forming her large digitigrade legs and paws. She let each leg stretch backwards, feeling powerful muscles rippling under her pelt, growing and expanding up her legs, back, and abdomen. At this point, she lacked the strength to take her pants off. As a result, these new large muscles—which were more than triple their original size—had shredded her jeans. Each wave of growth felt like a power surge through her body, by far the most amazing feeling yet, causing her to yelp out in pain... or pleasure.
She arched her back one last time to feel and hear a loud crack as her vertebrae reached its final length, completing its formation; adding another three feet or so to her original height. And with that, the pain disappeared.
She sat still for a moment, taking in what had just happened. Finally she was able to take a large breath, but on the exhale, she did what she had dreamed of doing her entire life: she threw back her head, with what she thought was a smile, and with a loud roaring howl ripping out from her throat, she called to the sky.
I did it! Finally, I did it!
She stood up, taking a step—her first step as a full werewolf—and looked down at her magnificent body: powerful legs, muscular figure, and yet, still feminine. And more importantly, her fur! It was beautiful! Shiny and new; more shiny than even his! It was white with gold on her forearms and legs.
She turned around to view her back the best she could, her bushy tail which she took delight in giving a few wags; her hair had now grown twice its length—even retaining hints of its natural brown color—flowing elegantly in the cool night breeze.
She danced with delight, walking in circles admiring her new body.
But she had almost forgot... her sire. The man responsible for making this all happen. She turned around to face him. She remembered, he did go through the changes with her, and now stood before her, in his werewolf form as well. She could see him eye to eye now, standing as his equal.
“I can't tell you how much this means to me. Thank you,” she said, bowing her head at him.
He took a few steps forward, bowing in return.
“You were meant to be like this. This I know now. I'm glad I didn't doubt you.”
She smiled in excitement.
“Thank you,” she repeated.
“But now, we must hunt,” he said, taking her paw. “There is much you still need to learn, and I will teach you everything you need to know.”
“I can't wait.”
Together they howled in triumph and rejoiced at her new form, and her new life and adventure she was now about to embark on.