The hunter examined the small trail of blood and deer tracks, frowning very lightly. He stood up, one hand loosely gripping his bow. He reached up with the other to brush his brown hair back on his head as he considered. The trail lead directly into the Forest's Heart, and the elders of his village had long warned against going into that place--it was sacred to the Fey, they said, and for man to set in foot there would be draw their attention to themselves.

But the year had been dry, and the harvest awful. He was not the best hunter, but he could track game well enough, so he had gone out to try and help his family live the winter with what meat he could get. The hunter shook his head. His family needed that meat, and he was not one for simple superstitions. He pushed some underbrush out of the way, and continued to follow the trail.

Deeper into the forest he went. The leaves seemed to grow greener, the blood on them more vibrant as he continued down the path. Eventually, the hunter came across a clearing--about where the very center of the forest would be. It was beautiful--the flowers were every color of the rainbow, and sun shone down brightly. The Hunter was awed lightly as he entered... and blinked in surprise at what he found there.

Laying on a stone slab in the center of the glade, where the trail of the doe he had shot led, no deer lay. A woman--almost just a girl, really, perhaps seventeen summers old, with fair skin and fair hair and the beautiful slenderness of youth--lay upon it, an arrow sticking out of her side and blood running freely onto the stone. The hunter did not even notice that the blood ran into odd runes on the stone slab's surface, for he was to busy running up to the woman.

"What is happening?" the hunter asked aloud as he approached. The arrow was definitely his, he had fletched it himself. The girl groaned lightly as the hunter lifted her head up. She spoke... or so the Hunter thought--but the words echoed from all around, he realized with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach.

"The Forest must always have a Maiden," the Hunter heard as he cradled the dying girl in his arms. "So it has always been." The Hunter shook his head and tried to tend to the girl's wound--though he knew it would be only a miracle that could save her. "In some times, she is pure, and virtuous, and innocent, like a doe..."

The girl's eyes grew flat and lifeless as the last of her blood leaked out onto the stone slab below. The Hunter shivered lightly, as even one so mundane and unattuned to the magics of the world could feel something growing beneath him. "In other times, she is violent, and savage, and bloodthirsty... like a wolf."

The Hunter started to scream. The girl he was holding on began to dissolve into light, green and yellow, beautiful and alien. It flowed around him, more liquid than water and more solid than stone. His clothing began to dissolve, and even as he stands to try and run, the light forces him down, spread-eagle upon the blood-soaked stone slab. His body--well muscled, quite hairy. He was fit, athletic, and he would admit popular among the ladies of his village, not the least for the girth and length of his manhood. This was far from his mind right now, however--he felt only panic.

The light encircled him, and the voice continued. "You shall be our Maiden-Wolf," the Hunter heard. "We shall change you to suit our needs." He felt his hands and feet begin to tingle, and he cried out in anguish. He stared, wide-eyed, as he began to change, starting at the tips of his fingers. His hands and feet became more slender, his arms and legs losing their defined masculinity--though they remained athletic, muscle under a layer of fat.

Then the changes reached his hips, and he cried out again--though this time, not in horror. Some force entirely unlike pain came over him as the transformation continued. His hips widened, powerful muscles remaining... and his manhood began to shrink, with a feeling more intensely pleasurable than anything he had felt before. The transformation progressed, of course, even as the pleasure grew. His torso thinned, as did his shoulders. His chest hair fell out and breasts began to sprout from his chest.

By the time the changes reached his neck, the Hunter was no longer simply crying out--he was near to howling as his neck thinned, his cheeks sharpened, his chin narrowed, and his beard fell out. His eyes changed, from the previous brown into a predatory yellow, and his hair began to grow out and change color until he--now she--had a long, shaggy grey mane. He howled out his pleasure again as the changes finished, leaving a wild-looking woman with thick hair on her head and between her legs, an athletic build, wide hips, and large, round breasts.

The pressure let up, and the Hunter groaned and shuddered. She tugged at her wrists and ankles, and found she could move again. She rolled off the table, trying to come up to a standing position as the panic began to rise again. The voice came again, and with it a jolt of pleasure that drove the once-man to her knees, it spoke. "The Maiden is our Will. They rule the Forest," The voice said. "But before you enact our Will, you must Submit to it."

The Hunter struggled her way up. Her clothes were long-gone, as were her weapons, but she snarled her defiance all the same. A howling noise filled the glade, and the Hunter glanced around, and felt her heart drop in dismay--surrounding it was a circle of wolves, big, grey-furred beasts, sitting there and staring at her. "Join the Pack, Wolf-Maiden," She heard in her mind. "Enact our Will."

A wolf--the biggest, meanest looking beast of the pack--padded forward. The Hunter looked for a way out, and found none. Going on her instincts, she crouched low and leaped at the beast, thinking that, maybe, just maybe, she could do something to it. Anything at all would be preferable to cowering and waiting for her death.

The big beast snorted once and swung a paw at the Hunter, sending her flying backwards. She landed on her stomach, her rounded ass up in the air. Even as she pushed herself up to her elbows and knees, she was aware of a presence above her--that giant wolf that the... whatever that voice was had summoned. "Submit," she heard it say again. She looked up with a mixture of dread, fear, and confusion as the wolf looked down at her, bending to nip at the base of her neck with its teeth.

It was then that she felt something warm, slippery, and wet press against her new womanly folds. "No, gods above no, please," the Hunter said, trying to scramble away--but found herself held fast, unable to escape. "Submit," she heard the voices say again as the wolf's animal cock began to spear her. "Become one with the forest, that the forest may become one with you."

The woman cried out again in wordless, animal fear as the massive wolf slipped into her. It was to big, she thought, it would never fit--yet it slid in as easily as the hunter had once slid into some of the looser women of the village he was from. The pink, throbbing member pulsed inside her as the wolf sped up, thrusting deep into her (did she not grow a hymen? It seemed to her that she hadn't, or it would hurt much more, surely?). It did not hurt as she expected, however. Oh, there was certainly some pain, but deep inside her, growing stronger with each thrust, was pleasure... and sheer, animal lust.

She felt something leaking from the tip of the wolf's cock, and a knot beginning to swell at the base of it, popping into and out of her. She screamed again, howling in wild abandon by this point, her thoughts muddled and lost in the brutal, animal rutting. "Be our Maiden," she heard. "Submit."

The knot stuck in her, and the wolf howled, and the pack howled, and she howled too, as the big alpha released a flood of cum into her new womb, her stomach swelling up from the force as the knot kept it all safely locked up inside her. Her eyes grew wild, her breath ragged as the wolf collapsed to the side and nuzzled her gently. The Hunter gathered her wits about her as best she could... and spoke.

"I... submit."