[b][u][center]The Secrets of Solstheim: Reboot Chapter 2: Found by the Pack Sponsored by Bloodgod245 By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b] Sunset Scales was half-dead, and she knew it. Her scales had long since gone numb, and she struggled to keep herself moving through the falling snow. Her body ached from head to toe, and she wasn’t sure if her fingers still worked right. She looked down, trying to clench her hand into a fist. Her fingers barely twitched in response. [i]Not good. Not good.[/i] It wouldn’t be long before her body was completely dead to her. What little she knew of the cold – there was little of it in her homeland – told her that once her body stopped listening to her, she would not be long from the grave. Her heat was being stolen away by the winds, by the snow, by everything around her. If she didn’t find some way to take it back… The naked Argonian continued her trek through the snow, shivering all the way, her arms pulled tight around her middle and her head down as she followed the disappearing tracks in the snow. They had led her to the forest. She just hoped that they would lead her to the pack before she lost everything. The prophecy. The dreams. They pulled her on even as her thoughts slowly began to shut down. She stumbled into a tree, and she didn’t even know it until she realized that she wasn’t moving forward. She looked up, dragging her forehead against the back. Somehow, she’d walked right into the tree and kept trying to walk, her body and brain too dumb to know what had happened. [i]I’m dying,[/i] Sunset Scales realized. That thought should have worried her. As it was, it was barely more than a statement of fact before she got back to walking, walking, and walking some more through the darkened, snowy woods. Overhead, the clouds passed over the moon, then away from it, then over it again. Her passage through the woods was a constantly shifting journey through darkness and light, the snow seeming to hold onto the glow of the moon like moss in a cave. She groaned, stumbling, almost falling over a root. “Nnngh…” The Argonian panted, barely feeling the air leaving her mouth. Her entire body felt like it had gone numb. There was nothing…nothing anywhere. Even when she swung her head against the nearby tree, she barely felt the pressure of the impact. She felt nothing from the bark against the sides of her face. She did it again, and again, until finally there was some sort of sensation in her cheeks. Battering herself limb by limb against it, she forced her blood flowing again, forced herself to wake up, but it was only a temporary measure and she knew it. But she had to keep moving. She had to. Hours passed, and as she was about to step into a clearing, the clouds slipped away from the moon again. Sunset Scales froze in place, staring at what lay before her. There, standing in the middle of the clearing, were three werewolves. Three big, hulking males that were standing over a kill, their claws bloody and their faces covered in the raw gore of their prey. She stared, panting, her breath puffing out in little white clouds as they turned to her. Fear rose in her heart, but not enough to make her run. These… These were of her dream. They were meant for her. “Please…” It was the only word that came to her lips before she collapsed completely, falling to her hands and knees and slipping into the darkness of sleepy oblivion. # She woke with a start, her attention immediately drawn to the fact that she hurt. A lot. The bruised and battered Argonian groaned, trying not to move too much as she felt the self-inflicted bruises along her arms and chest flare to life. That, and the pins and needles sensations of the rest of her body waking back up, meant that she was in agony. Really severe agony, for that matter. Groaning, the scaly woman rolled onto her side, trying to see where she’d ended up, if it was still following her dreams. It was. She was in a cave-den, one that had been dug out from under some hill or tree. A fire burned in the corner of the little cavern, just bright enough to take it from dark to dim in the little chamber. Piles of wood were set up for whoever actually kept the fire burning. She’d guess it was one of the wolf creatures squatting beside her bed. Sunset Scales didn’t lunge backwards the way that her instincts told her. The dreams had prepared her for that much, at least. She knew that the wolves, the werewolves, were to be part of her future. But she had yet to see them clearly, and this…this was an experience. The Argonian looked over the three hulking males that sat before her. If they were to stand up properly, they’d probably loom nearly two feet taller than her, their bodies thick and shaggy with fur. Most of it was ungroomed, leading to some matted looks here and there, their fur wet with snow and sweat. They smelled of wet dog and…and something more. Looking past their wide shoulders and heavily muscled chests, she found that they were as naked as she was, though with all that fur probably much less bothered about it. She blushed as she found her eyes lingering between their legs, though. A heavy, furred sheath waited down there, round as three of her fingers pushed together and two of them already opening, the pink-red head of a canine’s cock pushing up and out of the little tube. Balls the size of her fists hung just beneath, almost like fruit that was waiting to be plucked and harvested. They all squatted back on large paws that probably could have covered her face, crushed her neck, or worse if they pressed down on her. She was thankful that they weren’t. One of them, the center, pushed forward. He grabbed her arms before she could move, holding them over her head as he started sniffing along her face and then down her body. She shivered every time that she felt the hot breath puffing over her, knowing that it meant that he was interested in her. Knowing that he might be interested in more than sniffing. He went down her flat chest, then down to her crotch. He pushed his wet nose between her legs, and the chill that she felt against her pussy at that point left her gasping. In one way, it was good. She hadn’t lost her nerves down there when she had nearly frozen to death. In another way, it was bad, because it meant that she would feel every inch that they had to offer, and from the looks of things, they had a lot to offer. She blushed, shivering, barely able to keep from screaming as the wolf pushed her down, holding her against the floor of the cave. He moved himself over her, grinding his furry sheath between her thighs, and she felt his rod growing, getting bigger, throbbing like the big thing that she knew it was. It was much bigger than the Nord that had fucked her against the pole back at the village. He was going to rip her apart. He was going to tear her a new one. He was going to make her change. [i]Take what he has to offer,[/i] a familiar voice whispered in her head. [i]Become what you were meant to be…[/i] Sunset Scales shivered, her eyes going wide as the voice whispered to her, talking to her, telling her what her fate was to be. All while the werewolf ground himself hard against her pussy, she could hear the voice, the same voice that had been in her guiding dreams. [i]Open your legs. Allow him entrance. You know what you came for. The first female…[/i] And there was only one purpose for that sort of female in the pack… Sunset Scales was still shivering, but for a far different reason as she slowly rolled onto her stomach, lifting her ass up the way that a breeding bitch might have done for the werewolf behind her. He was quick, she had to give him that. He pushed against her, rubbing between her thighs before his cock pushed up. Not much, just enough for that tapered tip to find her pussy and – “MMMPH!” She couldn’t hold her grunt back as he slipped inside. It was rougher and [i]bigger[/i] than the Nord’s had been. Designed for penetration, designed for rutting and fucking the way that a human shaft definitely wasn’t. She gasped as he plunged deeper than her body could take, feeling him painfully knocking on the entrance to her womb. Despite her efforts, she panicked, trying to pull away, but the werewolf was too big, too strong, too powerful for her to fight against. She was pushed right back down against the floor, held there as he started working himself in and out. Her tail was painfully pushed to the side as he rutted her, her body wracked with the sheer force of his thrusts. Even in her half-numb state, the pins and needles still there, she could feel him hammering at her ass and the base of her spine in a way that she had never felt before, and the ache continued to thrum and throb with the growing pleasure and pressure in her insides. She gasped as she felt him suddenly bottom out inside of her, the tapered tip thrusting inside of her womb. The breath was knocked right out of her, his sheer size holding her in place as he growled, gripping her with his claws. [i]Oh god…oh gods…oh, by the nine…[/i] Sunset Scales couldn’t breathe, couldn’t even try to move as she was broken in so deeply. Her body felt shattered, like something had been ripped out of her, and she couldn’t even clench her fingers or toes into the earth to brace herself. With only a few moments to adjust, the Argonian was nowhere near ready when her ‘mate’ started to fuck her. He pulled back, almost feeling like he was pulling her womb out with his cock, only to slam in hard enough to send her face right into the dirt in front of her. What little air she’d managed to get was slammed right back out of her lungs, and her mouth hung open as she wheezed and gasped like mad. He hammered at her like a feral beast, using her pussy like it was nothing more than a toy for him. In and out, in and out, in and out he went, always fucking her faster and harder, deeper and more frenzied. He huffed and puffed above her, his breath hot on her neck as he wrapped his clawed hands around her shoulders and fucked her deep. In and out, in and out, his balls swinging forward and slapping her clit with abandon, his body moving so fast, his cock feeling like it was breaking her. And as he fucked, he leaked. She could feel the tingle of his pre-cum inside of her, feeling it sinking into her walls, into her pussy lips, and all the way into her womb. And as it settled in… As it settled in, she started to change. The Argonian noticed it first when she had her head yanked up, forced to look at the throbbing cock of another member of the pack. He was already hard, already dripping, the tapered tip rubbing against her cheeks and then against her lips. She opened her mouth on instinct, trying to get air, but all she got was cock. He slammed down her throat, filling her to the brim, and as he did, she saw black marks spreading along her snout. [i]How…I…I’m changing…[/i] She was barely aware of what was going on, too deprived of oxygen to really understand what was happening, but she could see the blackness spreading from her nose up her snout, blocking out the yellows and oranges that had been her main colors before then. More than that, her snout was expanding, growing wider and longer with soft cracks, almost like her bones were breaking and then healing, breaking and healing. It didn’t hurt, though. It didn’t hurt at all as she grew, feeling her scales fall, hearing them hit the cave floor with a tinkle-click sort of sound. One by one, they fell away, replaced by the black fur that was growing thicker and thicker across her face. It spread down her neck in an itching wave of warmth, making her feel less chilled, more warm, more comfortable. Sunset Scales could feel the tingling transformation spreading through her hips as the rut went on, her backside growing bigger, more muscular, thicker, heavier, wider. She could feel it setting into her thighs as well, muscles popping in and making her powerful enough to take what she was being given. As her pussy started to change, becoming more…more bestial, more spade-shaped, she could feel his cock starting to feel better. More…more suited to her. Not painful, but welcomed into her proper shape. In and out, in and out both cocks went, the rough metallic taste of dog cum on her tongue, the thick, heavy feeling of their knots battering against both her lips and her pussy, both of them trying to find a way in. The lonesome third member of the pack had pulled up behind her, pulling her growing paws together to thrust between them. She was rocked back and forth on all sides by the rutting pack, each of them trying to get more than the others, each one trying to pull her to them and drag her over the edge. Or drag themselves to climax. Either way, they were all trying hard. And she was forced to take it. Even as her arms grew longer, even as her spine cracked and left her taller, even as her head hunched forward and new ears grow out of the sides of her head, she was always the one on the bottom. She could feel her chest and belly changing, little bumps – nipples, she realized – coming out. They pushed through her fur, growing just a bit bigger than the little nubs that she’d seen on other people. Fat, dark flesh, teats rather than the humanoid things. [i]Pack mother,[/i] the voice whispered to her. [i]Become the pack mother. Be ready to breed…[/i] Breed. Yes. That was what she was there for. That was the dream. [i]Lounging on her back, filled with cock, belly swollen with stiff teats. The cubs growing quickly, the others hunting. Growing the pack, making them stronger. Hunt the prey, change the world.[/i] The dream came to her again, and she wasn’t sure what was reality and what was the dream. She wasn’t sure if there was any difference. The first knotting finally hit her, the werewolf fucking her pussy finally hilting with her. Her new spade stretched, flexing around him, taking him inside and squeezing down on him. Sunset Scales came, howling as her old identity was ripped away, scoured from her by the seed of the werewolf, the pleasure of the moment, and the power of the dream. As the pleasure filled her, as she tasted cum and felt it flooding her belly, she faded into darkness again, pushed along by her body cracking and changing even further. # The werewolf queen woke up some time later, feeling the hard, feral thrusts of another male in her pussy. She groaned, lifting her head from her forepaws, looking over her shoulders at him. When she had felt it the first time, she had been smaller than them. Now, they were smaller than her. A part of her smiled at that, the former Argonian reveling in her power as she pushed herself up to all fours. He slowed, but he didn’t stop as he fucked her, making her swollen teats sway beneath her. She felt something else moving, too, and reached down, feeling along her stomach. [i]I’m pregnant,[/i] she realized, feeling the oversized bulge down there. [i]Heavy and…and pregnant.[/i] There was a part of the werewolf queen that wondered how such a thing had happened, but the doubts left her shortly after. Thought was…hard, and she knew that she needed to save it for when it mattered. The hunt… The hunt. She growled under her breath, pushing the male out of her before he could knot her properly. He growled at her, but she was on her feet already, growling back, baring her teeth with an angry snap and back. He pulled back, his tail dropping down between his legs in apology. She hmphed, then licked the side of his muzzle. He was forgiven. Shaking her head, the werewolf queen did her best to sit down, her new body forcing her to do it more like a squat than anything else. Cum oozed out of her spade in, well, spades, dripping into a puddle under her. The seed was pointless as she had already been bred, and she would need to remind the pack that she was… She was going to say that she was the one in charge, but that was wrong. She was the one that the dream had put in charge, a representative of their true pack master, their true alpha. [i]Are you there?[/i] she thought. [i]I have not dreamed…I do not know what’s supposed to happen next.[/i] At first, there was silence. The former Argonian waited, her paws pressed to the floor of the cavern. She could smell a dozen, two dozen males around her, all of them waiting for their chance, her permission to breed her. They were subordinate to her, now, weaker than her, but she needed to know what to tell them. When fear was almost ready to overwhelm her, she heard a voice. [i]Take them to the village. Lead them against the Skaal,[/i] it said to her. [i]Show them the night of the hunt. Take the men you can.[/i] [i]And my breeding?[/i] The voice chuckled at her. [i]You will birth them by sunset. Leave a member of the pack to watch them, and lead the hunt. They will grow quickly.[/i] [i]And after the Skaal are scattered?[/i] [i]Hunt them further. Hunt them to the ends of the earth, hunt them until the island is purged of their meddling ways. The days of harmony have passed. The nights of the hunt are about to begin.[/i] The Pack Mother nodded, opening her eyes. A barked question got her the information she needed. It was just past sunrise, which meant she had a day to plan. A day to get ready for her first birthing. And a day to enjoy the pleasures of the pack. [b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]