By FoxFaceStories

When an entire college literature class is transported to a fairy tale world while studying folklore, they soon find themselves living out actual famous fairy tales! But these various friends, groups, and even professors must now contend with the world starting to change them. After all, Puss in Boots wants a wife, the Big Bad Wolf is looking for a mate, and the Goldilocks bears have laid a transformative trap for the next unwelcome visitor to their home . . .

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Fable 2, Part 2: No, The Big Bad Wolf

Spencer was lost, but then again, he hadn’t really been going in any particular direction. He stumbled and pushed through the woods, tears of fear in his eyes. This whole situation had put a lie to his belief that he was never afraid of anything, because fear dominated him right now. The footballer had never felt so out of his depth, and his entire future as a professional player was in doubt, as was his future as a man. Hell, as a human. He tumbled and tripped, falling down banked and letting out wolf-like howls without meaning to. His tongue lolled out the side of his mouth a little, and he tried to ignore the pressure that had formed in his nose and jaw, a subtle push that indicated the future formation of a muzzle.

“Just k-keep going!” he whined, whimpering in a canine fashion. 

The infection was spreading. Something really had bitten him. Had the woodsman done it? It didn’t make sense, and yet he could now feel the fur moving slowly up his hip and across his lower stomach. His ears were detecting more sound than ever before, but they were also getting pointier, more triangular as they rose up on the sides of his head. It was all so fucking wrong, and the fact that his chest was starting to bounce a little made it even worse.

“Not growing tits! I’m not growing freakin’ tits, man! No way! I’m an alpha wolf, not some dog bitch!”

But in the hours that followed, they continued to slowly grow. It was as if the act of movement was accelerating the change, or simply that the small infection had now spread. He cursed himself for never noticing it before, but Spencer had been so damn sleepy, no doubt because his body had started to transform since the very beginning! He tripped again, and this time the bandages around his backside ripped open. He let loose a dog whine again as something that had been compressed there finally burst free. He reached behind to his tail bone and felt something long and fluffy and limb-like.

“A tail!? I’ve grown a fucking dog’s tail!?”

But it wasn’t a dog’s tail. It was far too magnificent and wild, and the same was true of his spreading fur. It was a wolf’s tail, and it wagged as he got to his feet, shifting about without his permission and reminding him that he now had a fifth limb.

“Where the hell is the exit to this place? Where do I go!?”

He was getting hungry. He was getting thirsty. The changing man had been roaming through the forest, lost for hours and unable to find a way out. He was increasingly relying on his nose, much to his embarrassment; he could sniff out some vegetables and the like, but they weren’t enough. He hungered for meat, but the only meat available came in the form of the deer and squirrels and small game of the forest.

“C’mon! There’s gotta be something for me!” he whined. Spencer had halted to rest himself against a tree, panting just like a dog. His teeth were sharper, his canines most of all, rather appropriately. He lowered a hand to his penis, which was tucked beneath his thicker grey fur, and confirmed it was still there. Smaller again, but still there.

“Fuck! C’mon, a carriage! A home! Something! Anything!”

He sniffed the air, and then caught the scent of something unexpected. It was a musky, manly smell, and it made his entire body shiver and react . . . strangely. His heart beat faster, and he panted even louder. His tail lifted up automatically, while his nipples all tensed. Without even thinking, Spencer began to rub his nipples, all eight of them, from his budding breasts above to the small pockets of flesh that were growing outwards below, topped by their own sensitive grey nipples.

“Mhmmm . . . that smell. The woodsman. The fucking woodsman. Have to stay away . . . have to . . .”

But he sniffed the air again. God, that scent was wonderful. It made his senses heightened, and left him scratching at his fur and rubbing his new curves. It was wrong and he knew it, but something instinctual was happening, a new and alien process that was nevertheless natural to this new body.

“F-fuuuuuuck,” he groaned. He rubbed his cock and then pulled his hand away. It was a little hard, and his nipples were too. “What the hell is g-going on here? I need answers. Yeah, I need answers. Talk to him. Find him. Just f-for the answers, of course. So I can b-be me again. Mhmm.”

It was a white lie to himself, but Spencer had never been a deep thinker. Just as he had always convinced himself that he was the alpha wolf of any given location, the one that all the women wanted and who could achieve anything in life, so too did he allow his overconfidence to take over again now. The woodsman was behind this, or at least had accidentally started it in some way. The tall and muscular man of the woods would know what he needed in order to change back once he confronted him, and Spencer was certain that he could outfight the man. He was sure of it.

He was the goddamn star of the football team, after all.

He moved more quickly after making this decision. Like a true canine creature, he followed his nose through the forest, allowing it to lead him down a new path. It was like he could see the scent upon the ground, even determining where it had passed and when. A rub of skin and hair against a tree here, a marking of territory against a bush there. Each sniff caused Spencer to shiver, and at times he found himself descending to all fours without thinking. He barely even noticed that the hair was creeping down his left arm, the fur spreading outwards across his body and starting to descend down his right leg now as well. He was so focused on the mission that the lengthening of his tail went without thought or comment, even when it began to sway more powerfully. His strength increased again, but so too did his hips spread and his breasts grow. They were starting to bounce a little more, and this he did finally notice when he went bipedal again and looked down to see that his chest was now covered in fur and pushing out, forming what had to be easily B-cups or even C-cups on the smaller side.

“Tits!? I’ve got furry tits! Goddamn that woodsman! I’ll k-kill him! Just as soon as I track his hot scent. Fuck!”

He cupped his breasts to stop them from bouncing, but quickly gave up. As strange as the feeling was, it wasn’t altogether bad. It wasn’t painful thanks to his wolfish form, at least, and was just distracting due to how foreign the sensation was. It didn’t help that he was developing lower breasts now as well. They weren’t as big as his ‘upper ones’, at least, but the second pair were perhaps B-cups, and the third pair little A-cups, while the last pair were just small pockets of flesh that wouldn’t even qualify for a training bra if not for her large nipples. 

“Jesus, not even Norm got extra nipples!” he grunted as he ran. His leg was healing miraculously fast now, and it allowed him to move in leaps and bounds, stopping only when it got too sore around the area where he’d been bitten. Bitten by what, though? A werewolf of some kind? Why would the woodsman do that? The questions burned in Spencer’s brain as much as the heat rising within him. It was utterly intoxicating, ramped up by the increasingly strong scent of his prey. Part of him was excited, and it almost overrode his personal panic. He moved to all fours again, the fur creeping over both shoulders and down both arms now. His right foot was changing, foot turning to a paw, his nails growing to form claws. It allowed him to go even faster, just like his rising ears gave him a greater auditory range.

“Need to find him! Need him!” he practically shouted as he ran and bounded, switching between all fours and two feet as he went. 

The heat burned within him. It was an animal instinct, he knew it. It was getting more powerful the closer he got and the further he transformed, but no matter how much he tried, he couldn’t deny it. His member was still between his legs, but it was shrinking faster. Something was blooming in his lower belly, causing his arousal to grow yet further. When Spencer’s jaw started to push forward, he only increased his speed. His face was changing shape, his muzzle growing in. Fur sprouted from his face, yet still he ran, faster than he ever had upon the football field, and with a strength and endurance that was greater than anything he’d ever felt.

“Faster! FASTER!”

Finally, he erupted into a clearing with a loud growl, his teeth clenched, his muzzle now fully developed. It felt strange and unwieldy, but so did his breasts, which felt even larger now; the bottom ones now A-cups and the uppermost ones easily Double-D’s, just like Abigail Edgerton’s. Only hers weren’t covered in grey fur and topped with dark grey nipples that were slightly leathery to the touch. 

“Woodsman!” he shouted. “Where are you!?”

His voice now had a ferocity to it, a bestial power that echoed through the forest. But it was also decidedly female, husky and slightly coarse yet a young woman’s voice nonetheless. Kind of like how that goth girl Danika spoke back on campus. It was enough to disrupt Spencer’s excitement and take in the scope of his changes.

“Oh God. Oh fuck, no! No! Where are you!? Where the hell are you!? I can smell that you’re here! AROOOO!!”

He let loose a loud howl, one that scared away any deer and woodland creatures that were watching from a curious distance. But one shape did not disappear. Instead, it rose from the bushes, dark and massive and magnificent. Instantly, Spencer felt his blood run cold. He whimpered, drawing back a little, his tail now wagging in agitation. His ears pricked up, catching the curious tones of the creature as it gazed at him from across the clearing. It then leapt forward, fully into sight. Within its jaws was a full deer, which it rested upon the ground before gazing up at Spencer.

It was not a wolf. Not fully. No, it was something much like Spencer had turned into; an anthro-wolf that had the build of a human but the fur, the muzzle, the ears and tail and ferocity and power of a wolf, not to mention those very sharp teeth. It stepped forward on all four paws, and Spencer backed up again. This creature was larger than her, and it was clearly male. Its scent was more powerful than any musk she had ever taken in, especially with her new nose.

No, not her. What was she thinking? She wasn’t a woman, so why was she thinking of herself as a ‘her’?

But the answer was obvious: this wolf was all male, all powerful, all dominant. A true alpha wolf, and it was driving her new body crazy. She sniffed the air again, taking in the creature’s scent as it closed the distance between them. God, he was so fucking good looking, and she couldn’t even think of why. She’d never been a woman, nor attracted to a man, not ever. She was a player. She was meant to be the dominant one. And yet now every instinct was telling her to submit to this man-wolf and allow him to make her his mate. She whimpered as her member withdrew further. Something was forming between her hairy thighs. It was wet and empty and hungry to be filled, and it left her whining in fear and anticipation.

“Who - who are you!?” she barked, snapping her jaws at him.

The wolfman stood back upon his feet, rising to his full height. He was massive, perhaps 6’6 in height, perhaps even taller, and rippling with muscle beneath his thick black fur. His face wasn’t entirely wolfish; it was still expressive, capable of human emotion. Spencer tried to fight the desire to please that face, and so she backed up a little, desperately trying to think of herself as a man.

“You changed,” he said.

“You changed me! You bit me! Where’s the Woodsman!? He got you to bite me, or you bit me before he could save me! Now I’m turning into a fucking dog bitch!”

The manwolf shook his head. “Not a dog, not a bitch,” he said, voice guttural and low. “A wolf woman. I told you to stay in bed, Spencer. I told you to rest. I knew this would happen if you didn’t listen.”

It all came crashing into place. What others would have worked out long ago finally became clear in the jock’s mind.

“You - you’re not the Woodsman!” she shouted, baring her teeth again and trying to ignore that fucking intoxicating scent. “You’re the Big Bad Wolf!”

Big nodded slowly. He stretched his hands out, as if to show that he was no threat, but it only revealed his incredible muscles, which Spencer found impossible to ignore. 

“That’s my name,” he grunted. “But not who I am anymore. I told ya; axe was a reminder, red riding hood too.”

“I don’t - what?”

The wolf looked into the distance, as if staring into the past. “I could always change my shape to look more like a man. How do ya think I was able to pretend to be Red Riding Hood’s grandmother? It was a cruel thing I did, but back then I was cruel. I chased Red through the forest when she saw through my ruse, and she went straight to the Woodsman. He sliced me open with one stroke and Red’s grandmother spilled out, alive and free. After that, he loaded stones into my belly and sent me down into the bottom of the river.”

At this, he brushed his fur aside across his chest, revealing a magnificent vertical scar down his middle. The fur quickly covered over it again as the wolfman set his grim, pale blue eyes upon Spencer’s female anthro form.

“I barely managed to get out. Since then, I have atoned for my actions, and what I did to others, like those Three Little Pigs. I vowed not to hurt humans or intelligent life again, and stick to proper hunting. Didn’t want to hurt anyone anymore. Then you came along.”

“And you bit me!”

The wolf nodded slowly again. He lowered himself a little down to one knee, which made Spencer uncomfortable. She wanted to fight this creature and force him to turn her back, but another part of her wanted to touch him. To brush his fur, to feel comfortable in his arms. Her new instincts were driving her haywire!

“Only way to save ya,” he grunted, returning to his blunt, taciturn way of speaking. “You were dyin’. I’m a creature of magic, Spencer. Sucked the blood right out and closed the wound. But then I saw fur springin’ up, so I took ya back and wrapped ya up. Told ya not to move. If you’d listened, it woulda gone away.”

Spencer’s eyes pricked up, and her tail stood up straight. “The fuck!? Are you telling me I made it worse?”

“Lot worse. Rest slows the change, lets your body push out the magic. It’s why I gave ya the red riding hood, too. Red gave it to me years ago when she forgave me. She’s a good one. It’s got magic, too. Woulda kept ya safe. Where is it?”

“B-back at the cottage. Oh fuck, are you t-telling me I’m stuck like this?”

Another nod, even slower. “Thinkin’ you may be so. You got the wolf instincts, now?”

God, did she ever. They were raging through her body. Already, she could feel a heat between her legs, an emptiness that demanded to be satisfied. Her thoughts were turning to being mated in this wolf’s presence. To being bred. It was demeaning, it was emasculating, but right now Spencer’s body yearned to no longer be the alpha wolf, but to belong to the alpha wolf instead.

“I’m f-feeling some things,” she said. Her toe claws were shredding at the grass and dirt beneath her feet. The new she-wolf was flexing her fingers as well. Every part of her was yearning to run her fingers through the Big Bad Wolf’s fur.

“What kind of things?” Big said, drawing closer. She could hear the rumble in his chest, smell his own interest in her appearance. “‘Cause if you ain’t changed too much, we might be able to get you back to normal. Get you resting, but it might be a close thing.”

“F-fuck, what do you mean not changed too much, man? I’m a f-fucking wolf woman!”

At this, Big cocked his head to the side. He sniffed the air, and then panted slightly. She could smell the arousal that followed from the huge anthro-wolf.

“Oh, yeah. Yer full woman, alright. Sorry.”

Spencer moaned. Her tail wagged more fiercely. Her body was going crazy for this man, and she wanted nothing more than to shred him to pieces with her claws, or run away and stop herself from going any further. But that was a lie; her female body wanted something else more. She could feel the warmth and wetness in her passage. In her vagina. She was already stroking her furry thighs together.

“Ohhhhh,” she groaned. “F-fuck this! You did this to me!”

“Sorry, kid,” he told her. “Didn’t want ya to freak out. Ya needed to keep on resting.”

“Then wh-what now!? What f-fucked up magic do I have to use to change back? The red riding hood? Will that save me! Goddamn it, m-man, I’m the f-fucking alpha wolf! I’m the big d-dog! I’m n-not meant to be some she-wolf bitch with eight f-fucking nipples and a fucking need to be mounted!”

Big’s piercing blue eyes widened in shock. Slowly, he reached out a pawed hand and rubbed her shoulder. “You can still be an alpha wolf, I’m sure,” he said awkwardly. “Ya still got muscle. Still got a strong frame.”

The mere feel of his hand upon her left Spencer shaking. She’d never been so humiliated in her life, or so deeply aroused. It left her quaking, her libido positively off the charts. She was in actual goddamn estrus, in her mating season like a proper animal, despite her anthro-wolf body.

“I c-can’t be an alpha,” she said through gritted teeth, looking at him with anger and lust in her eyes. “Your b-bite is making me want to f-fucking submit to you and sh-shit! Oh God, my fucking t-tail. I need to . . . I can’t . . . what’s wrong with me!?”

“That’d be estrus, I’d say. Shit. Didn’t mean for this. Look, maybe I can get you out of here. Can’t change you back, but I swear I didn’t meant to-”

She shot out her furry arms and gripped him by the fur of his collar.

“I’ll kill you! I’ll seriously kill you, dude! I’ll - I’ll . . .”

Her words faded away, as did her anger. She was holding him, her hands upon his powerful chest, feeling the developed pec muscles beneath his midnight black fur. There was a softness in his eyes, piercing though they were. She could tell up close that he was actually apologetic. He hadn’t planned this, and was giving her every chance to halt her feelings. But she could also smell his arousal mingling with her own. She could hear the beating of his powerful heart with her excellent wolf ears, and she knew it was beating faster from the very moment she had started to hold him. The nipples of her upper-most breasts slid against his chest, causing her to whimper a little. Both of them were panting, and yet they were frozen in this moment, neither knowing where they stood. 

“Spencer,” Big said. “I’m sorry I changed ya. Swear I didn’t mean to. Was just trying to help, kid. But if it means anything, least you look good.” He scratched behind his right ear a little awkwardly. “Real good, actually.”

The new wolfgirl gulped. She could feel his eyes looking over her form, and it reminded her of how damn naked she was. All eight of her nipples were tensing, distending a little, stiff in his presence, her uppermost pair still rubbing softly against his chest with each heaving breath the pair took.

“I look g-good?” she managed.

“Yeah,” he said. “Guess the red riding hood had some effect on the magic, maybe. Made you female. Or maybe . . . I guess I been thinking about a mate, lately. You know . . . bein’ lonely and all. Turns in my thoughts. When I bit ya . . . I guess I had that in the back of my mind. Didn’t mean to make you so . . .”

“So much like a freakin’ she-wolf?”

His expression softened upon his wolfish features. “Was gonna say . . . so beautiful,” the wolf replied, a response that made her jaw drop. He raised his hand and gently stroked the fur of her cheek with his claws. She leaned against it further without thinking, finding a strong comfort in it. It was all wrong. She was supposed to be the man. The alpha. The dominant one. And yet her body tingled with desire, throbbed with excitement at how much she was turning into putty in his paws. She licked her lips in a canine fashion. 

“F-fuck,” she stammered. “Why did you freakin’ say that?”

The Big Bad Wolf put his hand down. “Sorry. Shouldn’t have said a damn thing. It’s just . . . I’ve never seen a she-wolf like ya, Spencer. Ya smell divine, kid.”

“I’m n-no kid. I’m a goddamn alpha wolf.”

At this, the actual alpha male smiled. His arousal seemed to increase, and she caught a whiff of that very excitement in the air. “Yeah, I’d say you are that, alright.”

There was a long pause, neither saying anything. Spencer was on the knife edge of a terrible and wondrous decision, she knew that. Everything from his powerful body to her own she-male lusts and her body’s estrus and her mating instincts and his magnificently deep voice - all of it was pushing her towards him. Her tail wagged eagerly, as if anticipating the inevitable, and her nipples tensed again, leaving her to whine from the unbridled arousal assaulting her system. The Big Bad Wolf truly had changed his ways, however, because as much as she could taste his own lust in the air, he made no move to take advantage of her. Somehow, that made the situation all the worse. To know that he was a gentleman, the kind of man Spencer had always failed to be, only made him so much more attractive as a protector. As a mate. It made her rub her furry thighs together, and lower a hand to brush her sensitive nipples.

“Look, Spencer,” he finally said. “I better step back before we do something that you might not-”

“Fuck!” Spencer suddenly interjected, and then she launched herself at the Big Bad Wolf. The pair tumbled upon the ground, turning head over heels as she scratched at him and he at her. Perhaps some part of the new wolfgirl had assumed that this action might turn attraction to a  fight, but the opposite was playing out instead: they nipped playfully at one another, using their claws to rake at each other’s skin without digging in. It was foreplay in a most bestial sense, and soon Spencer was lost in it. She found herself licking his nose, then into his mouth, and he did the same, before gripping her powerfully and shoving her to the ground upon her back, whereupon he licked her all the way from her lowest nipple on the left side all the way up to her highest, and then down against from her uppermost right to the lowest on that side. 

“Ahhhh! Oh f-fuck! Oh fuck me! Oh sh-shit! What am I doing!? What the fuck am I - ARRROOOOOHHH!!! Don’t fucking s-stop! Shit, I don’t want you to stop, goddamn it! Nghhh!”

The pleasure was indescribable, and Spencer’s shame at having not just breasts but eight of them, technically, practically dissipated thanks to the sheer ecstasy of her new mate licking and groping and squeezing them. Her tail wagged happily, but it also shifted to give access to her vagina, which was now practically seeping her feminine juices down into the fur of her thighs.

“I want ya,” Big said, sending waves of his hot breath over her body. “I want ya real bad, Spencer. I won’t go any farther unless you ask, though. But if ya do . . . I can’t promise I’ll be able ta stop. The Big Bad part of me is still there in situations like this.”

Spencer knew this was a life line, but her instincts were too powerful, and the pleasure too great already. The worst and best had come to pass, and now she’d see herself to the end of this path no matter how much her male pride would be damaged by it. The wolfgirl was in heat, and she needed to be bred.

“Mount me!” she barked, snarling and baring her teeth. “Fucking breed me then! I can’t fucking fight it, I need an alpha! Be my alpha already and stop fucking hesitating!”

“Such language,” Big said, before running his paws down her front and causing her breasts to send pulses of pleasure through her body. “You’ll have ta work on that, if I’m gonna keep mating ya.”

“Anything! Just do it!”

“Then it’s time to let the wolf out,” he growled, and then he spoke no more as his most bestial, predatorial instincts burst forth. He gripped Spencer and lifted her, pulling her up into his arms as he stood up. He nipped at her neck and licked her breasts, squeezed her tail and ran his claws over her body as he slung her over his shoulder. She was helpless, unable to fight him. She tried, but he was too tough, too tall, too strong. She realised partway through what he was doing: the Big Bad Wolf was dominating her, making her belong to him with a show of prowess that exceeded her ability to fight back. It only served to increase her lusts, and it was only when she wrapped her legs around him and let him press her against the side of a large oak tree that she was able to signal her surrender.

“You w-win!” she whimpered, howling like a true wolf. “Now take me! Make me yours already! I can’t stand another second of this; I know what Norm meant now!”

Big likely had no clue what she was talking about, but either he didn’t care to ask or simply couldn’t while so libidinous, because instead he pressed his face into her chest and licked her nipples again, causing her to melt in his arms. She was off of the ground, her legs dangling inches from the ground, and this too made her all the more dominated.

“Ohhhhh, yesss! Yessss!” she whimpered. “M-more!”

“You’ll have it, my mate,” he boomed, the words barely coherent due to the intensity of his wolfish growl.

And that was when she felt it. His cock emerged from his sheath, massive and hard as iron, a large penis that far outsized the one she had once been immensely proud to own. It had a thick knot on its end that made her swallow.

“Oh God,” she said. How would it even fit inside of her? Did she even want it inside of her? What the hell was she thinking!?

But she spread her legs anyway, locking them around the hips of her mate so that his hard dick slid against her moist new genitalia. Taking that as final permission, he took his member and placed it at her entrance. With one final push, he entered her, her passage widening to accept his thick knot, which swelled further within her so that there would be no escape. There was a brief, sharp pain from this that caused her to whimper, and then she was panting pleasurably as he slid his entire length within her. He kept going, and going, and going, and with every inch she moaned, thinking there could not be another, only to be proven wrong. Finally, he filled her completely. She was being penetrated; actually penetrated and loving it. The wolfgirl howled, and again when he slowly started to thrust into her. He pushed her harder against the tree, then lowered his muzzle to lick at her breasts again, then both of his hands; her legs around his waist were sufficient to keep her off from the ground.

“F-fuck! Ahhhhh! Yesss! Fuck yess! This f-feels better than s-sex as a dude! This feels better than anything I’ve ever - Ohhh! AHHHH!”

She howled again. He was thrusting faster and faster, almost violently so. He pumped deep within her again and again, withdrawing almost completely out of her slick tunnel before ramming all the way back in. She was his, all his. Spencer was Big’s mate through and through, and her heat rose until she was desperate to climax. All eight of her breasts bounced, the upper ones heavily, the lower ones just a little, with each thrust, until finally she was on a second knife’s edge, caught between her passionate desire to continue fucking and her even more voracious need to cum.

The latter finally came. He thrust right up into her, and the Big Bad Wolf finally raised his head and howled into the sky, where the full moon had finally risen in the early evening. She had searched in the forest all day for an escape, but now she reached fruition instead. His cock pulsed within her, and then his sheath tightened against her flesh. His knot swelled yet further, holding their position in place, and then finally the moment came. Suddenly, a powerful spray of his hot seed burst up inside of her, pouring like a firehose and filling her up. It flooded her pussy, cascading all the way up into her new uterus, and it pushed her over the edge into total delirium. She lifted her head and howled with him, their twin wolf calls becoming one, announcing to the entire forest that they had successfully mated. Spencer gripped the Big Bad Wolf with her thighs and panted in the aftermath, then nuzzled against his neck. She knew that later she would feel embarrassment over what she had done, but also that her need would rise again. For now, she was simply overjoyed to finally be put in her place. Perhaps that was all she had ever needed to grow as a person, to get all her obsessions with being an alpha wolf behind her.

“You’re my alpha wolf,” she moaned, clutching him tighter, shuddering a little from the sensation of his member still deep inside of her.

“And you are my she-wolf,” he replied. He lifted her off of his cock, but had to do so slowly, as his knot was still lodged within her. It was only after it had shrunk a little from the sheer amount of ejaculation that he was able to extract her off of him, which caused her to growl in disappointment a little. He made up for it by nuzzling her in return and licking her face affectionately. He pulled back a little and stared into her eyes, before pressing his forehead against hers in another display of affection. “My she-wolf, and my mate. I promise ya, Spencer, I’ll be your protector.”

And Spencer, who had spent so much of his young life always needing to dominate and push others around, to always stand on his own two feet, found herself finally lowering herself to four feet instead, and raising her tail as her lust returned.

“Sweet Jesus, that was good.”

“I’ll make it always that good,” her mate responded. “Promise.”

Spencer grinned. Her arousal was returning already - clearly her animalistic heat was off the freakin’ charts. But her jockey personality still remained, and it rose to the occasion now, mingling with her womanly needs.

“Only if you can catch me, Big Bad Wolf,” the she-wolf taunted. She winked at him, and then she ran into the forest, daring him to beat her touchdown speed record.

“Ha!” he barked back. “Challenge accepted!”

The Big Bad Wolf chased her, running on all fours in pursuit across the forest, a predator after his prey. Spencer barked with glee. She still had her concerns about this future, and God knows she’d take a while to adjust to the knowledge that she was now a furry anthro-wolfgirl with eight tits and an absolutely voracious vagina. But after that mind-blowing sex, not to mention the athletic excitement of this current chase, maybe this whole she-wolf thing wouldn’t be so bad after all? 

And so she ran, her mate catching up behind her, and her instincts making up for any nervousness about the future. For a true wolf, there was only the present.

***

It was a truly happy ending to Spencer’s fairytale, and while she hadn’t picked up a lot from Professor Style’s class and now never would, she remembered one line that the overly excited nerd of a professor had spoken at the start of the semester: “Fairy tales exist to teach lessons to those who hear them. They tell us who we are supposed to be, and what traits we are meant to develop, or throw away. Their purpose is to impart morals that make us better people.”

Well, by that standard, Spencer had certainly lived a fairytale, and not just that, but she had grown from it as well, just as intended. No longer did she have the drive to bed every female and treat them like meat, nor did she feel the urge to bully and dominate over those who were weaker than her. In fact, while she revelled in her she-wolf strength, she always tingled with joy at how much bigger and stronger her loving mate was. He was her Big Bad Wolf, yet he turned her as good as she could be. It didn’t hurt that the sex was fucking fantastic, especially the foreplay. Spencer had never been one for foreplay, but now that she was a lusty she-wolf, she would whimper in delight as her lover licked her eight nipples and fondled her many breasts, especially her largest upper pair. She loved to run on all fours through the forest as if she were hurtling towards the touchdown zone, only for her mate to tackle her at the last second and re-assert her authority, driving her body wild before finally mounting her and making her his. That dick of his always tamed her, and while occasionally she was shocked at how much she loved it, she continued to love it all the same.

Spencer was still a jock, deep down. Still a gal who loved athleticism and displays of strength. But instead of expecting the world to bend backwards over for her, now she worked hard to earn her keep, hunting alongside Big and helping keep their little cottage running together. She accepted his greater power and dominance, and in doing so she no longer felt the silly urge to compete and put down others. She was the mate of the Big Bad Wolf, and it made her proud to be claimed, and to share his bed. Of course, other times she liked to sleep against him beneath the stars instead, wrapped up in his furry body, admiring the strength of her mate and feeling like the luckiest wolfgirl in the world. She was, for the first time in her life, absolutely sure of what she was, and her mind was free of judgement, anger, and discomfort. And when she mounted her lover and rode him, or let him fuck her against a tree or take her as she lay back upon the cool grass of the wilds, she could only howl in pleasure and know that she had finally found the peace she’d never known she truly needed. That was, until two months later, when she learned she was pregnant with a litter of pups. Her first litter.

But not the last, as it turned out, for the Big Bad She-Wolf.

To Be Continued . . .