Lunar Dance (Olivia Werewolf TF)

Far from home the usually quiet field saw an unusual amount of liveliness as muffled voices and dimmed lights through burgundy and tarp illuminated the plain along the edge of the forrest. Lucina’s army had set up their camp for a well deserved rest, they had traveled quite some distance and no battle was ever won with weary men. However, not all of it’s members eagerly prepared for bed, one tent in particular housed a nervous, beautiful pink dancer and just outside a mage with a look of mounting caution on his face.

“Olivia...we need to go.” Robin spoke against the fabric to the door of the closed tent, hushed but with a clear hint of urgency in his voice.

Within its confines sat the beautiful, if timid Olivia. Twiddling her thumbs nervously as her brain wracked itself desperately searching for alternatives only to come up blank.

“I-I don’t think I can g-go! I..I have a stomachache!” Olivia nervously blurted out, still frantic to try and find a solution to her impossible dilemma.

“Olivia...” Came Robin’s voice from the outside, in a rather exasperated tone as the pink dancer’s lie fell flat on its face right out of the gate.

“I-It’s reaaaally baad! O-Oh! I can’t walk!”

Taking a moment to respond, Robin looked up to the sky. The glowing orb that was the full moon hung against the black twinkling backdrop, she had time...but not much left. The clock metaphorically and literally ticking Robin clenched his fist as he continued once more; still hushed but now with more vigor.

“Olivia...do you really think this tent is going to be able to hold you? And it doesn’t look very sound proof either.”

“....I-It stopped..I-I think I’m fine to walk now.” Olivia spoke from shaky lips as she forced herself to stand and walk to the flap; even now embarrassed to admit her terrible lie. Opening it the jittery dancer looked first to the face of the one man she could trust before turning her gaze up at the night sky and the glow of the full moon.

Robin’s words had reached her, as they should have. For as much as Olivia would like to ignore reality she could not deny it; and that reality was that as of two months ago she was a werewolf.

Wasting no time at all, the pair hastily and stealthy made their way into the forrest. As the trees rushed past Olivia could not help but think back, the past two months had been an absolute blur...

From just barely being saved after being bitten by that terrifying monster while out fetching water...to that awful night a week later that she couldn’t even remember. Only waking up the next morning in the forrest fully naked...she ran and ran and ran blindly...crying until she literally plowed into a confused and extremely concerned Robin at the Forrest’s edge alone. So overwhelmed she remembered telling him everything, all at once while bawling into his chest...Together they came up with a good cover...a story half cobbled together from one of Robin’s books about a vile capture of a noble maiden and her triumphant and dangerous escape in the dead of night.

The reality was that Robin had been pouring over tomes ever since then...about her condition and she knew it. All she could do was trust in him...he had pledged his secrecy to her...she trusted him more than anything. As the steps of their brisk pace dully thudded against the soft earth of the forrest Olivia’s thoughts began to race alongside the quickening of her heart.

“Gods...I’m cursed! H-How am I going to live with this?! C-Can I live with this?! W-what if Robin doesn’t have the heart to tell me?!”

As mania clutched Olivia in its grasp she could feel herself slowing to a stop as her hands trembled up to her head. Fingers digging into her hair as she began to shake and cry, thoughts swarming around relentlessly as she felt herself sink.

“What if I’m doomed to be a monster?! I-I can never go back! N-No! I’m a freak! I-I-I-!”

“Olivia.”

With a single word, instantly the whirling maelstrom of frenzied thoughts was blown away as if parted by a spear from the heavens themselves. Olivia opened her violet tear filled eyes and met Robin’s looking into hers, slowly becoming aware of the hands placed on her shoulders. Breathing slowing, Olivia still remained on the verge of tears as she mouthed wordlessly.

“Olivia, everything is going to be alright.”

With a skill only Robin possessed Olivia felt as much of the weight that could be lifted rise off her shoulders. Instinctively blushing then looking away she practically fell into his arms as she loosened up.

“...Thank you.”

“Hey, no sweating it. Besides, we’re far enough away now anyways.”

Looking around, Olivia begin to take in her surroundings; they were in a small clearing surrounded by trees on all sides with an occasional rock or fallen log strewn about. It was a serine, quiet place filled with the ambiance of the night. Owls hooting, brightly colored leaves shaking in a breeze high above...it was truly relaxing. After looking all around Olivia’s eyes fell on Robin who had sat himself down only a few feet ahead of her on one of the large stones within the clearing.

A smile creeping up on her lips, Olivia found herself doing an excited twirl before facing him beaming.

“Well then...let’s do it. W-Work your stuff and let’s kiss this curse goodbye!” Olivia exclaimed as she raised her hands high, as if preparing herself for some magical impact.

The moment after Olivia’s excited proclamation echoed its last through the empty woods an uncomfortable silence creeped on in. Robin did not speak a word, instead an awkward uncomfortable smile forced itself upon his face. The type of grin reserved for the unfortunate postman tasked with delivering the solum news that the fine package did not survive the voyage.

“W-Well? W-What are you waiting for?! L-lets do it!” Olivia’s voice nervously shook as she forced it out with a smile, eager to combat the sudden uneasy atmosphere.

“Olivia...there is no cure.”

In a fraction of a second the entire world around Olivia seemed to shatter into deafening silence. Her face locked into a smile with the sudden paralysis that had overcome her body the pink beauty began to visibly quiver as she desperately attempted to process the words that came from Robin’s mouth. Olivia squeaked out as tears once again began to well up in her eyes.

“...W-What did you say?”

Realizing the sudden change of course Robin lept back in to correct it.

“H-Hold on! There...there isn’t a cure...but there is a way to deal with it...I’m here every step of the way.”

“S-So...you mean...I-I-I-I’m gonna...I’m gonna...”

“...Yes. You’re going to change.”

At those words Olivia nearly collapsed to the ground as her legs buckled beneath her.

“O-Oh...oh gods...oh noohnoohno...”

“H-Hey!...It’s ok Olivia, it’s ok. I’m here for you and I’m not going anywhere. You’re going to have to trust me ok?” Robin consoled as he got in close to support the wilting dancer in his arms while looking into her eyes.

As Olivia looked back into Robin’s eyes the timid dancer, although very much afraid felt herself reassure as feeling returned to her extremities. As Robin stood back, Olivia straightened herself up once more. Finally taking notice of the beading perspiration all over her body and goosebumps across her skin.

“So...w-what do I do?”

“Well...first you’re going to want to remain calm...take a few deep breaths and empty your mind.” Robin began, easing into the instructions as Olivia followed them bravely. As she continued to breathe the tentative mage announced the next step.

“Ok. You’re going to want to strip now. You don’t have much ti-“

“AAAAAAHH?!”

Before Robin could get step 2 out suddenly the former silence came to an abrupt end as Olivia felt a tornado of flame spontaneously ignite in her gut as she doubled over, clutching herself while beginning to heave. There was no possible room for doubt, it was Olivia’s time to transform.

“AAAH! R-Robin! I-It’s startiiiing!” Olivia whined out as the full intensity of the change wracked her entire body. Twitching, shifting, pulsing.

“Olivia! Just...breathe!” Said Robin as he desperately tried to regain his train of thought for Olivia’s sake. While caught by surprise he had also realized his miscalculation in the intensity.

However Olivia despite everything listened, trying her best to steady her breathing amidst the sharp moans and grunts that forced their way out. Bending over, arms wrapped around her gut Olivia’s closed eyes pointed down at her own two feet as little beads of sweat dripped off and landed on the ground below.

“Just...try to ease into it ok? Remember how it went last time...” Robin continued, easing back into the coaching role as he tentatively talked to the strained Olivia.

“A-Ah! I-I don’t! Ugh! R-remember...l-last time w-was like a dream! I-It’s like my first...time! AAH!”

Then, a stabbing pain below forced the dancer’s eyes to snap open. In full view Olivia could see her dainty feet straining against the brown leather straps of her sandals. Every part of her foot hurt worse then it ever had after any dance practice she had ever endured. Her soles ached, her heels throbbed and her toes were on fire; in tandem they made her whine and pant in pain. The sensations only became worse as with a distinctive cracking sound Olivia’s toenails began to break apart as thick, sharp silver claws rose up in their place.

“N-No! AAH! N-not my sandals! M-My feeet!”

Olivia exclaimed as the rest of her foot soon quickly followed forth in transformation. One by one the leather straps snapped as Olivia’s feet lengthened and restructured. Shifting her weight to maintain her balance the pained dancer expertly managed to say upright as her heels began to lift off the ground with a heavy snap. Stepping out of the ruined straps as her appendage assumed a digitigrade form while her soles cracked forwards inch by inch. Finally, almost mercifully Olivia’s feet finalized their transformation as she grimaced feeling her toes snap and slide into their new position on her wolven feet

Standing on shaking legs Olivia slumped her shoulders and head back as she groaned out in respite after the intensity of what she endured. Robin approached carefully.

“Can...can you still stand?”

“Barely...b-but my feeet! L-look at my feet! S-so weird!” Olivia remarked with a whine as she looked down in observance of her alien appendages, taking on all the new sensations and feeling of standing with them. Soft paw pads forming underneath. However, the time for gawking was short lived as Olivia felt a new sensation spread out across her entire frame.

“A-AH! I-It’s starting again!” Olivia moaned out loudly as her body suddenly went stiff as a board, arms at her sides as her knees buckled. To the transforming dancer it now felt as if every fiber of her upper body was ablaze, with sweat heavily dripping down every square inch of her exposed skin and soaking into her dancer robes. She was afraid...but with Robin here she knew everything would be alright.

Without warning, all at once every muscle on Olivia’s frame seemed to pulse causing her large sweaty breasts to heave heavily.

“O-OOH! T-This...is worse than AAAH! d-drills!” Olivia screamed aloud, as she fell victim to twitches and spasms that caused her chest to jiggle and sway. Indeed, when Lucina got worried or cross; repeated drills were usually in order, even she along with others were “encouraged” to participate. The hours after were filled with lots of laying down and sore muscles. But this, this was on a entirely other level; every muscle in her body felt like it was doing 10 drills all at once. And the effect was exactly the same. From the top down the petite dancer’s frame began to change.

“S-Something’s...h-happening! AAAH! Something...big! GAAAH!”

With a crack Olivia’s shoulders suddenly broadened and the top of her spine popped outwards, pressing up against her skin. The combined force of which proved to be to great to take standing and Olivia fell to her knees heavily with a grunt before falling to all fours. Her thickening arms breaking the thin metal sleeves that contained them with a sporadic twitch. All of the clothes of her top half began to fall away as well; their fastenings no longer able to contain the ever increasing size of the dancer they once belonged to. Her large breasts swaying underneath her, freed to the air even if stiffened from the swelling muscle behind them.

For Robin watching, the sight was...something he hadn’t anticipated. While she was indeed growing stronger, Olivia’s frame was relatively unchanged despite the mounting definition and bulk. As she swelled in size alongside her muscular system; keeping the two in perfect balance. Still, the strain she was under was clear from the sounds he was hearing, finding his voice Robin spoke again.

“Olivia! Hang in there! I haven’t left...I’m still here for you.”

Even though the sound of her own heartbeat had become nearly deafening in her ears as she felt her stomach churn and then stiffen Robin’s words still reached Olivia who smiled through her heavy panting and clawed the ground in defiance. Refusing to yield while Robin stood beside her. However, despite the strain there was another sensation, just as powerful coursing through her and Olivia felt it...electrifying, powerful...pleasant. And it was growing stronger.

On all fours Olivia’s back muscles bulged with every arch of her back as her rising spine slowly traveled down further and further. Each ridge a heavy “pop”. Down below, graceful legs began to change as well; thighs and calves bulging with softness and strength as the lacy coatings that once idly covered them blew away in the wind.

Finally, with one last push Olivia pushed herself over the hill as she lifted her head up once more; her long pink hair sticking in places to her sweaty, shapely quivering body. After a few moment of regaining her senses Olivia looked down to inspect the changes that had transpired. Instantly her face went white as a sheet.

“Oh....no...NO. NOOO!” Olivia shrieked out in horror as she hesitantly touched various parts of her arm and incredibly defined stomach. The reaction of which startled and surprised Robin, prompting him to come closer and investigate.

“Olivia! What is it, what’s wrong?!”

“I...I..I l-look (sniff)”

“What is it? Are you ok?”

“I...I look like a MAN! Waaah! L-Look I’m all s-stiff a-and s-sweaty and (sniff) g-gross!” Olivia finally burst forth with as she very nearly spoke on the verge of tears.

Robin however, was in a battle of all his own. Desperate to not like a single laugh or chuckle escape. Yes, she had gained a large amount of mass. But the suggestion that she looked anything other then the literal definition of feminine was a take that only Olivia could come up with.

“Olivia...I can assure you, you don’t.” Robin delivered with a smile, the impulse to laugh now gone and instead awash with relief that his reactionary concern had been misplaced.

“T-That’s just s-something you’d say to make me (sniff) f-fell better!” Olivia countered as she pointed a shaky finger towards him.

Robin could only smile at that retort.

However, Olivia’s transformation was not yet complete. Without warning the nail of the pointed figure cracked apart and a sliver claw slid out in its place. The rest of her fingers followed suit. As she winced from the sudden changes Robin noticed that all across Olivia’s body was a spreading pink, hair. Her coat was finally beginning to fully come in.

Paw hands fully formed Olivia took on an all fours stance once more and raised her ass up into the air as a mounting pressure made itself known on her tailbone. With a pregnant pause and a loud snap followed by a cry from Olivia herself it was clear that her tail was forming. Quickly as well, what was at first only a nub rapidly extended outwards with each heavy grunt and scream that came from Olivia’s mouth. With a forming tail, the graceful hips of the dancer widened as well; prompting her already shapely ass to swell further. Filling out the new space provided to it. Olivia roared and screamed as her tail extended inch by inch, Robin cringing with every snap. It was clear how intense the final hurdle would be.

As the pink fur roughly the same color shade as her hair began to spread more and more across Olivia’s quivering body, Robin became keenly aware that this was the final push. If this was to work then now all times was the time Olivia needed to remain entirely calm and not give into rage or fear. It was do or, quite possibly die.

With her tail finishing in spectacular fashion and fur very nearly covering and outlining her entire frame from her breasts to her calves it was clear there was only one change that remained. When her ears began to twitch both Olivia and Robin knew it was time

With Robin’s words in her pointing ears Olivia tried to push past the massive building pressure behind her face that snapped her jaws forward and crunched her nose forwards alongside them bit by bit. But ultimately found herself overwhelmed. Until at last with the final snaps and pops Olivia’s face jutted forwards into her fully formed muzzle, hair falling across it as always had as she let out a long, powerful howl.

However Robin knew from his texts that a howl meant one thing, Olivia as he knew her was no longer “upstairs”. Just as Robin found it within himself to bolt, a sobering Wolf Olivia began to pick herself up. Freezing Robin in his place. As Wolf Olivia stood upright for the first time the mage became aware of how much taller the transformation had made her. Standing more than a head and shoulders above where she had been normally, Olivia’s werewolf form towered over him. It was then, that their gazes met; wolf olivia still coming to.

After what felt like an eternity, the lights finally “went on” inside Wolf Olivia’s head as she became fully aware of her surroundings. Then match to the shock and astonishment of Robin; wolf Olivia who towered over him jumped back instinctively, well over five feet backwards. As if she were the one intimidated by him. When Robin made a step forwards, she took one step back...she WAS intimidated. At first Robin struggled to understand what was going on, however in a Flash he understood it.

Olivia may not have been there in her human mind, but feral Olivia was no different from how she normally was. Taking the opportunity Robin got down low and offered his hand outwards cautiously but welcomingly towards the massive cowering werewolf. Ever so hesitantly she came forward and begin to sniff his hand. After a moment what Robin could only assume was an instinctual memory kicked in and immediately her demeanor changed as she rushed towards him and held him in her powerful arms tightly. Tail wagging hard and fast behind her as she held him in a near crushing but friendly hug.

Tonight was just getting started.

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As Robin stirred awake the next morning the scenery of the forest slowly came to him bit by bit. At first the warm light shining through the trees, then the birds singing happily in the trees and lastly...sobbing? Dazed and confused Robin looked upwards and was met with the nude crying body of Olivia cradling his head in her arms.

“What are you doing?” Robin groggily inquired.

Instantly Olivia stop crying and her eyes went wide in shock as she nearly dropped Robin’s head to the ground below.

“Y-Y-Y-Y-YOU’RE NOT DEAD?!” Olivia nearly screamed aloud as she flew back up against the tree; at first, terrified but then overwhelmed with relief and happiness.

“Yes I’m not dead. What on earth made you think I was dead?”

“W-well...I-I just kinda woke up like this...a-and you were right next to me...a-and...I guess I just k-kinda thought that I...I...” Olivia stammered out as she tried to explain herself.

“Oh Olivia...not even as a werewolf could you ever dream of hurting me, and that’s not a lie.” Robin said with a genuine smile and heartfelt laugh.

“...What do you mean.” Olivia furthered the question.

“Oh, it’s just that last night I saw a different side of you, that’s all.”

“W-What?! Y-You s-spent the n-night with me?!”

“Oh yes and I saw a savage, terrifying beast...that loves to play chase bunnies through the forrest.”

“E-Excuse me?”

“You had sooo much fun running around like crazy after the little guys; and after you caught one. You let it go. It was quite fascinating to watch really.”

“W-Well...if that’s all I did-“

“And then once you ran yourself ragged you’d always roll on over expecting a belly rub from me.”

“W-WHA?! N-No! No way!”

“Each and every time you’d roll onto your back and whine.”

“I-I wouldn’t have!”

“You looked sooo happy when I gave you what you wanted.”

“N-Noooo! I-I don’t believe you!”

“But not nearly as happy all those times you were licking my face and grinding against me. There were a few times I wasn’t sure if I could force you off.”

“aaaaAAAAAAAHH! L-Liar!” Olivia finally cracked as she covered her crimson red face with both of her hands and seemingly melted in place.

Feeling satisfied with teasing the pink dancer Robin walked over to her ruffled up clock in hand and draped it over her frame while placing his hand on her shoulders.

“Well we’ve had enough fun out here for one night let’s head back, shall we? If I recall Lucina said yesterday she’d be serving your favorite for breakfast.” Robin said warmly to his smoldering companion.

“...Yes...I’d like that v-very much” replied Olivia as the two made their way through the forest hand in hand.