Supernatural Short Bus

Her eyes were golden. Her bare shoulders were lined in thick brown fur and her nose was completely black. Thick claws tipped each finger and he watched her hands expanding as she tore at her slacks. Fur erupted around growing breast, covering extra sets of nipples as they formed on her hardening stomach. He could smell her scent now - this new she-wolf. She grunted, her face growing into a muzzle as her tongue lolled out between a set of sharpened teeth. The front of her pants were completely ripped, exposing her pussy to him. Peter got to his hands and feet, ignoring the growling and roaring of his mate as she struggled with the void. Peter's long tongue reached out, settling between the she-wolf's thighs, rasping against her wetness. She shuddered, moaning as her paws ran through the thick fur on his head. He butted back against the padding growing on the palms of her hands, enjoying the way it scratched his fur.

Hannah tried to turn over to her hands and knees but the large wolf held her in place, growling lightly as it licked her cunt. She moaned again as her legs tripled in size. Fur ran down her ass and along the tail growing in at the base of her spine. Peter, her still human brain thought. It's Peter isn't it. Oh my god. What am I becoming? What? What... yes. Oh god, more. She stood on still human legs as Peter stood with her. She wrapped herself around him, feeling his dick against her furry ass. His rough, huge hands gripped her thighs as brown fur spread down her legs to her calf muscles. Her arms were slightly awkward but she reached behind herself to grab Peter's massive dick, guiding it into her. She pulled herself down onto him, sighing and moaning and whimpering at the same time. All four sets of her nipples ached to be sucked. Peter wasted no time in pounding up and into his new mate and the pain distracted Hannah from the way her feet felt. She only knew the brief glimmer of pain that was dwarf by the feeling of... of... of her mate inside of her. The world felt right. She wanted to cry as the wolf consumed her. Pack. I have a pack. I am his.

Peter didn't stop when his new she-wolf's body shook from her own pleasure. He didn't stop when he heard the howl of pain from his other mate. He trusted her. She was strong. He made her strong. An overpowering urge to fill his new mate with his cum forced him to slam into her over and over until he couldn't hold himself back. He felt his hot seed spilling out of her and all over their fur as he came and, still, he slammed into her. When finally he had enough, he pushed her away. And then harder until his knot popped out of her. Hannah yelped from the pain and then shook from the sudden orgasm, crashing to the ground with her legs kicking over and over again.

"What the fuck is going on here?!" A voice called from the edge of the kitchen. Three sets of eyes turned to look. Adam stood with Tricia near the kitchen's entryway. Putrid green light littered Adam' eyesight as he surveyed the damage. Beside him, Tricia stood sentry. Silent sentry. Her body was nearly full metal. Segmented plates covered nearly her entire body - only her right thigh, left arm, right eye and both nipples were still obviously human. A large round hole and two smaller holes replaced her mouth and nose. The area where her ears used to be was completely smooth. She looked neither left or right as Adam stepped in front of her. "Look what you've done to the house! A man is trying to work in here! What-"

"Not entirely a man any more, Adam." Now five pairs of eyes turned to the front door.

There stood Sarah. Shorter and smaller than Peter, she still radiated power. "None of us are very human any more. Well, except for one." The red skinned demon turned her attention towards the young black man still reeling from his encounter with Ryan. She crooned to him, voice low and powerful. "Wake up, John. Time to wake up."

John screamed. Long and loud. Hannah growled at him, black lips pulled back over a row of deadly teeth.

"Be gentle, Hannah. Look at the poor man. All alone in this house. Ryan, stop wasting your energy. The wolves are everything you aren't - alive. Very, very much alive and connected to the earth. You aren't going anywhere while Sandra has you." Sandra's ears twitched at the mention of her name but she showed no recognition otherwise. "And poor, poor Kelly. You have a cold, lonely existence to look forward to. I would end you now but I need to do some thinking. On a lot of things. On right and wrong and what either of those mean. You've broken Tricia, haven't you, Adam? Your precious little toy is gone away. Gone home now."

Adam sneered at Sarah. "No, I've made her better and she's still here. Tell her. Tell her, Tricia." His hand slid along her one smooth thigh and around to her front.

A circle of multi-colored lights radiated from Tricia's new mouth. Her voice was neutral, devoid of any emotion. "I love him. I will serve him always."

Sarah sighed. Her wings unfolded from her back, blotting out the windows behind her and creating a gentle breeze. "I'm leaving here tonight. I don't care what any of you do. I may not ever care. Or, I may decide I was right when I was a human. But it will take time. In the meantime, live well." She glanced at Ryan, still pinned beneath Sandra. "Or, just survive." She turned back to John. "But, I'm taking this one with me. I'm almost tempted to leave him to the wolves but, no. He's mine. Come, John." The young black man stood immediately and walked to stand by Sarah's side. She hugged him close, kissing the top of his head now that she stood above him. "I'll miss some of you. Good bye."

Sarah turned, her bare ass and hips swaying as her wings folded against her back. John followed meekly behind her, his thoughts a million miles away. Somewhere safe.

Adam giggled. "'Leave him to the wolves!' Oh, Saaaaaaraaaaah." He shook himself. "I'm staying here. It's a good workplace. Everyone else can leave. Now. Tricia?" Adam turned and walked back into the kitchen.

Peter looked at Hannah and then Sandra. Both of the she-wolves watched him. He made a nearly human shrug and lowered himself to hands and feet, dashing off towards the woods. Hannah struggled up feebly but finally managed to run after him. Sandra watched them both leave and then growled at Ryan as he hissed at her. With a final slash of her claws at his face, she threw him towards the second floor landing and ran, tail flying wildly behind her.

Ryan watched, standing lightly on the railing of the second floor. He leapt and floated slowly to the ground. "I like this place, too. Perhaps I'll keep it." He walked towards the kitchen, wondering what Adam' tainted blood tasted like.

Tricia's right arm shot out, gripping Ryan's throat. Lights flared around her mouth. "You will leave. Master says everyone should leave so you will leave."

Ryan hissed at her, baring his fangs. He pulled and scratched at the small hand holding his throat. Finally, he gripped the hand holding him and pried. Almost. Almost he opened Tricia's hand. He heard the creaking of metal and faint cracking of bone. Blood leaked out of the joints between the metal fingers and he stared at it. Still, she did not move. He still felt ravenous - weak with hunger. He screamed at Tricia, kicking and tugging and pulling. She swayed with the movement but her grip never lessened.

"I will release you if you go," she told him. The red mote in her eye danced in its cage.

"Yes. Yes, puppet! I will go." Ryan spat at her. Tricia opened her hand and Ryan vanished, reappearing next to Kelly. He bent over her, summoning his darkness to cover her. They both vanished again.

Tricia turned a slow circle, her eye searching for anything remaining in the house. Seeing nothing, she followed her master to the basement, eager to be finished.

In the distances, a trio of wolves howled their joyful greeting to the moon.