Omega's Last Wish

I fought to turn on the stove, my heart pounding with the sizzling sound of thinly sliced corned beef hitting the hot pan. The canned sauerkraut warmed alongside, filling the room with a tangy aroma.

As I busied myself in the kitchen, my mind whispered, "Who is Amy to Hunter? Was he just a friend or something more?"

My inner monologue was no longer my voice; it was a husky female voice, almost a growling one with an edge of venom. She planted the idea Amy would betray me and steal Hunter from me.

Amy skipped into the kitchen to see how I was getting along. She placed an arm around my waist as she appraised my efforts at the stove. "Rubens is Hunter's favorite; if you do this well, he will love you forever," Amy said as she stole a slice of Swiss cheese.

While I prepared lunch, Amy explained Hunter's normal schedule, including how Amy and I would both be Hunter's mates.

"Hunter doesn't have a bedroom here; he would sleep in our beds, and we share the responsibilities of keeping his belongings with us," Amy said. "It's like sister wives."

An image flashed across my mind as if it were a recent memory through the eyes of a monster attacking Amy. I closed my eyes, shook my head clear of the vision, and focused on the stove.

"Do it; you should be Hunter's only mate." My growling inner voice said. I shook off the idea and focused on preparing lunch.

Being in the country, the waves of sounds were mild compared to in town, but it was still there. The corned beef on the stove sizzled, and the leaves on the field corn rustled; somewhere in the distance, a bee buzzed, and a truck with a deer siren approached.

Amy heard it also and came to help set the kitchen table, and Salt and Pepper met the pickup truck in the driveway.

I inhaled deeply; over the cooking, I could smell Hunter. His scent was drawing me to him. Looking out the window, I saw him, and my heart started thumping. At six and a half feet tall with a broad chest that tapered to his waist, partially hidden by his untucked tee shirt, Hunter was stunning even in his working jeans and boots.

Pepper curtsied deeply before Hunter, and Salt bowed rather than proffer herself as a female; it seemed Salt and I were on a journey to the same destination, but we were approaching it from different roads.

Hunter made a motion with his hand like he was twirling an invisible lasso, and right there, Salt and Pepper dropped their clothes and became wolves.

Now, the all-white wolf that was Salt and the white wolf with the black spots that was Pepper took off together into the cornfield. I could no longer see them, but their disturbance to the corn leaves caused a wake in my ocean of sounds that constantly flowed past my ears.

Amy's touch pulled my mind back to the kitchen. "You need to worry more about yourself than the others, Leigh." Amy reminded me.

As Hunter entered the house through the kitchen door, a warm smile spread across his face. He embraced me tightly, his arms enveloping me in a loving embrace. A sense of familiarity washed over me as his touch ignited a flame of excitement within my heart. I could feel his love radiating through his touch, sending shivers down my spine.

Amy greeted Hunter with a warm hug as well. The air in the room was filled with anticipation and unspoken words of affection. Hunter's presence brought comfort and joy, enveloping us in a world of romance.

Eager to share my culinary creation, I led Hunter and Amy to the dining table, where the aroma of freshly cooked Rubens danced in the air. I had poured my heart and soul into crafting the perfect lunch, hoping to impress Hunter with my culinary skills. As we settled down, the three of us were ready to indulge in a feast fit for kings and queens.

With each bite, our appetites seemed to match that of a hungry werewolf, devouring only one but seven Rubens each. The flavors mingled on our taste buds, a symphony of deliciousness that only heightened our enjoyment. We laughed and chatted, savoring every moment of this romantic feast.

As the plates were cleared and the laughter subsided, Amy, ever thoughtful, suggested I show Hunter how my room was coming along. Curiosity sparked within his eyes, and without hesitation, I led Hunter from the table.

Hunter followed me into my bedroom, his hands on my ass the whole way from the dining room. We looked around the room and kissed, and we kissed some more.

"I don't have very long for my lunch; I have to get back to work," Hunter said.

I pulled on his belt and pushed him into one of the sitting chairs. Pulling his pants and boxer briefs down to his knees, I grabbed his cock and shoved it into my mouth.

I loved sucking Hunter's cock. Wrapping my lips around him and hearing that elicits a sudden intake of breath as I push his cock deep into my mouth. I loved the feeling of his cock getting more significant in my mouth and filling my throat.

Slowly, I moved up and down, feeling his thickness grow. I loved the feeling of his hands in my hair, and I sucked his cock. He smelled of something feral. I pushed my mouth down until he entered my throat, and I held him there momentarily as he made that little sound deep down in his throat; I loved that sound.

I raised, sucking as I went, making eye contact before slowly going down, devouring him. He tasted of salt, sweat, and desire. If desire were a taste, it would be Hunter.

Moving up and down, I could feel his restlessness, knowing he was close. I could hear each heartbeat and every breath he took. I placed his hand on my head and let him push me down.

Finally, he let out a deep feral growl in his throat and pushed my head down, holding me there. Feigning distress, I gurgled and gagged as his cock pumped its load into the back of my mouth and down my throat.

"Fuck, I didn't know it was my birthday," Hunter said as I finished licking him clean.

"Well, I wanted to show you how much I liked the room," I replied.

Hunter stood, put himself away, and fastened his belt before kissing me and returning to work.

FIVE DAYS TO THE FULL HUNTER'S MOON.

I woke up drenched in sweat, trembling with an unexplained restlessness. My mind felt heavy, burdened by a throbbing headache that seemed to originate deep within my eyes. It felt as if my eyebrows themselves were crying out in pain. Confusion filled my thoughts as I carefully went to the bathroom, each step a reminder of the discomfort in my lower back and hips.

Trying to rationalize the discomfort, I reassured myself that it was merely the aftermath of yesterday's intense yoga session and the long run Amy and I had embarked upon after Hunter left for work. Surely, my body reacted to the physical exertion, or so I hoped.

I froze in disbelief as I stood in front of the bathroom mirror. Staring back at me was a reflection that I hardly recognized. My eyes widened as I noticed something peculiar - I had developed breasts. Not just a slight swelling or a mere trick of the light, but fully formed B or C cups that resembled large onions. Speechless, I struggled to comprehend what was happening to me.

Without a second thought, I hurriedly slipped on a bathrobe and dashed across the landing to Amy's room, the adrenaline pumping through my veins. I needed someone to verify that I wasn't imagining this bizarre transformation.

My acute sense of hearing picked up two heartbeats, two people breathing. My sense of smell told me it was Amy and Hunter. They had spent the night together. Deep down, I was hurt, but I had to remind myself we were part of Hunter's crew, and he could have any wolf he desired at any time. With my excitement gone, I turned and went to my room to dress.

Amy took me by the hand and whispered, "It's time to go shopping." My heart fluttered with anticipation as we left behind the familiar scent of the farm and ventured into the world beyond.

My heart raced as we stepped into the lingerie store, its walls lined with delicate lace and silky fabrics that beckoned to be touched. With her radiant smile, Amy led me to the section dedicated to bras, a previously unknown realm. It was a world of choices, each one seemingly more enticing than the last.

I stood there, mesmerized, as the saleswoman approached us, her eyes sparkling with a knowing glance. "First bra?" she asked, her voice as soft as a summer breeze. I nodded, feeling both excitement and trepidation swirl within me.

The saleswoman guided me through the racks, explaining the subtle differences between each bra. Some were adorned with delicate lace, while others boasted intricate embroidery that traced patterns across the cups. Each one promised comfort, support, and, even better, the protection my newly formed nipples needed.

As I tried on the bras, Amy's eyes never left me. Her presence and unwavering support filled me with a newfound confidence. With each hook and strap, I could feel myself transform, not just physically but emotionally, too.

The saleswoman adjusted the straps gently, ensuring the perfect fit. She spoke of how a well-fitting bra could improve my posture, giving my back the support it craved. As I stood there, adorned in various bras, I couldn't help but feel a subtle shift in my demeanor.

At last, I found the one. A simple yet elegant bra adorned with delicate lace that seemed to mirror the fluttering of my heart. It hugged me in all the right places, providing comfort and confidence. At that moment, I saw myself as more than just a werewolf; I saw myself as a woman embracing her newfound beauty.

As we left the store hand-in-hand, I couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude for Amy and the journey we had embarked upon. It wasn't just about the bra; it was about the growth, the acceptance, and the unveiling of a new chapter in my life.

Amy turned the car onto a dirt-access road that led us to the back of a soybean field on werewolf property. Amy explained that this secluded spot was ideal for what we would undertake - the art of transforming into werewolves.

Amy gracefully demonstrated the first step as I stood naked, contemplating the events unfolding before me. Pointing her toes and bending at the waist, she resembled a diver preparing for a plunge into the unknown. Her movements had a certain grace, a serene rhythm that enticed my curiosity.

Encouraged by her display, I hesitantly followed suit, mimicking her every move. With each bend, I could feel the anticipation building as if an invisible force guided us toward an unexplored realm. Amy assured me that the spirit mother residing within the moon would facilitate our transformation - a notion that thrilled and bewildered me.

Summoning every ounce of courage, I took a deep breath and dove headfirst into the soft earth. Mouthful after mouthfuls of dirt filled my senses, coating my taste buds with an earthy embrace. It was an odd sensation that lingered within me even after I resurfaced.

"Look into your mind and find the wolf hidden in the shadows; focus on her," Amy said.

I tried and tried; after several failed attempts, I simultaneously heard a voice from nowhere and everywhere. The voice called me frail and insecure. I looked around for the voice, but it was everywhere. It called me a frightened little girl, and I was worthless.

"Leigh?" Amy called me.

I pointed my toes and clenched my fists at the invisible tormenter. "What do you want? Show yourself!" I yelled.

My body temperature rose in anger.

I fell a long way. I was the diver several feet in the air, and I dove, and I fell; I felt my life pass in front of my eyes, and I continued to fall towards the earth head first. I smelled fear.

I landed in the dirt of the soybean field on all fours. My front paws tore into the dirt as I sprinted between the rows of beans. I had to run faster; I had to find the voice.

Amy had transformed into a wolf, and she ran next to me. The wind was rushing over my nose and through my fur. I felt so free.

During a sun-soaked afternoon, Amy and I found ourselves sprinting through a vast soybean field, our werewolf forms dashing with grace and exhilaration. The wind whipped against my face, carrying the scents of nature's symphony. With my senses heightened to supernatural levels, every scent and every sound became a vibrant tapestry of sensations.

Together, we ran as if time had ceased to exist. Our paws pounded against the earth, echoing through the fields. The sheer freedom of our transformation enveloped us, filling our hearts with a thrilling sense of liberation. It was a moment of pure magic shared between two kindred spirits.

We gradually slowed our pace, our elation ebbing into a tranquil contentment. We closed the distance between ourselves and the car with each step, our clothes piled neatly by its side.

Amy, ever wise and intuitive, transformed into her human form before me. She beckoned for me to pause, her eyes brimming with a knowing gleam. "This time," she whispered, her voice filled with a gentle command, "when you take human form, you have the power to appear as anyone you desire."

A seed of curiosity took root within me. I closed my eyes, my mind brimming with endless possibilities. For a brief moment, images flashed before me -- grand adventures, heroic figures, and surreal landscapes. Yet, amidst this kaleidoscope of dreams, one face lingered with a bittersweet ache.

I summoned the memory of my beloved sister, Lisa. Her laughter, warmth, and the unwavering love she had always bestowed upon me flooded my being. It was a love that transcended time and place, an unbreakable bond that sustained my soul.

With a deep breath, I allowed the transformation to engulf me, my wolf form yielding to the embrace of humanity. As the final shreds of fur receded, the figure I assumed materialized into that of Lisa, my sister.

FOUR DAYS TO THE FULL HUNTER'S MOON.

I woke up this morning to a prickling sensation on the sole of my foot. A stray burr had found its way onto the little rug next to my side of the bed. It must have fallen from my clothes during my first transformation into a she-werewolf.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I groaned as my stomach emitted a low growl. It had been a few days since I made that transformation, and I still couldn't get used to the insatiable hunger that came with it. Amy warned me that I must consume up to four thousand calories daily to keep up with my new form.

Feeling excitement and apprehension, I glanced at the mirror on the wall. I couldn't help but stare at my reflection, curious about my body's changes. My gaze settled on my chest, and I couldn't help but chuckle at the term that came to mind - boobs.

Amy would scold me for using such a casual term; she always preferred the more elegant term "breasts." But to me, they were more than just a body part; they symbolized the duality of my existence. They were a physical manifestation of my transformation, a reminder of the power within me.

Lost in thought, I wondered if my dreams held any insights into the mystery of my newfound abilities. I had dreamt of my breasts falling off or waking up to find them gone. It was a bizarre and unsettling recurring dream that scared me to death.

Excitedly and nervously, I slipped on a tight pair of spandex speedos, a bra, and an oversized Harley shirt. It was my way of celebrating my duality, of finding harmony between the masculine and feminine energies within me.

As I brushed my hair one final time, I couldn't help but ask my reflection, "Mirror, mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?" Of course, the mirror remained silent, but deep down, I hoped someone would think it was me, as I was truly being my authentic self.

The male werewolves were set to arrive and assist with landscaping and preparations for the upcoming harvest moon celebration. It was an event that held great significance for our pack. I couldn't help but wonder how they would react to the new me.

As I made my way to the backyard, where the workers enjoyed a huge breakfast, I couldn't help but overhear the conversation among the larger males in our pack. They boasted about needing a whopping ten thousand calories daily to maintain their bulked-up physique. Knowing the sheer amount of food they consumed was impressive and daunting.

The tantalizing aroma of sizzling bacon and savory sausages filled the air, overloading my heightened sense of smell and making my mouth water. I grabbed a plate and plastic ware, carefully selecting the perfect combination of breakfast delights. With each passing moment, my plate filled with bacon strips, juicy sausages, and perfectly fried eggs.

A conversation nearby caught my attention as I was about to turn and find a seat. It was the voices of the male werewolves whispering among themselves. As I discreetly listened in, my curiosity was piqued when I overheard their comments on the lack of food on my plate. A mischievous grin curved on my lips as an idea formed in my mind.

Determined to show them I could handle a hearty meal, I added more eggs and bacon to my plate. The thought of their surprised expressions fueled my determination. If my outfit turned heads, I didn't notice it. At this moment, everyone seemed preoccupied with their food and conversations about hunting, fishing, and working out. The room was filled with a sense of rugged masculinity, making my presence as a woman even more noticeable.

As I scanned the room for a place to sit, my eyes landed on Amy. Sitting alone at one of the tables, her eyes sparkling with mischief. A coy smile played on her lips as if she knew a secret. Without hesitation, I approached her, my plate filled to the brim.

Sitting down next to Amy, I couldn't help but feel a connection with her. We exchanged a knowing glance, and she leaned in closer, her voice barely above a whisper. "You know," she said, confident, "you and I are Hunter's women. It would be disrespectful for the males to catcall either of us."

I know I shouldn't be so vain, but I want a little recognition that that is the epitome of being vain, right? I thought to myself.

"So where have all the males been hiding? It's like a football locker room here." I said as I ate my breakfast.

"They all work for the pack-owned COOP as farm owners or farm workers; its how we feed our families without drawing attention to our voracious appetite or hunting everything to extinction," Amy explained.

Everyone finished eating and cleaned the backyard, leaving Amy and me to wash the plates and remove the trash.

After finishing breakfast, I eagerly joined Amy in the campground store, helping her stock shelves and tidy up in preparation for the festivities. Amy, always the busy bee, asked me to watch over the store while she ran a quick errand.

Just as Amy left, the tinkling of the shop's bell caught my attention. I turned to see a tall, slender figure standing at the entrance. My heart skipped a beat as my eyes met his piercing gaze. As he introduced himself, Mark was an angelic vision of athleticism in a spandex racing suit.

Mark shared his incredible journey, biking across three states to surprise a friend in town. His adventurous spirit and determination were evident in the glint of his eyes. I couldn't help but be captivated by his charm.

With a gentle smile, Mark requested a primitive campsite for the weekend. Then I realized I didn't want him to leave just yet. Summoning my courage, I handed him a key to the shower house, assuring him that it was nearby, and issued him a spot with power. Sensing an opportunity to see him again, I took a leap of faith he would pay later when Amy returned.

Mark smiled at me, "Do you always bite your bottom lip?"

"No," I said, becoming shy all of a sudden.

"It's cute. I like it," Mark said as he turned and walked to his campsite.

Amy's eyes scanned the growing crowd, ensuring everyone was settled and ready for the festivities. Determined to remember this Hunter's Moon Festival, she hopped onto a golf cart and motioned for me to join her. We weaved through the campgrounds, the gentle breeze carrying the scent of nature's perfume, a blend of pine, earth, and the unmistakable musk of werewolves.