Wild Hound's, Call Part Four(Unfinished)

The door shook under the force of Candace's knocks. She was irritable, angry, and, apparently, growing quite a bit stronger than usual. "Open up, Amber! Its Candace and...Lianna. We know you're in there." She yelled. "Come on, no funny business..."

Lianna stood quietly, her face unreadable. Candace growled, low in her throat. "Amber you bitch-"

"Keep your voice down!" someone yelled. "She and her man are out."

Candace looked up, and saw one of the apartment residents, a frazzled looking old man, looking down at her, from the window above Amber's.

"How do you know?"

"She and her man have kept me up all night! She was loud before but she got louder! Now she and him went someplace else. Believe Me, I know. They sounded like wild animals! Tell her when you see her I'm getting the Housing Association to kick her out! There's youthful high spirits and then there's that racket! Like Dogs on Heat!" he grumbled, slamming his window closed.

Candace looked at Lianna, who shrugged. "It is likely that your friend is responding to...urges beyond her control. If she has been interacting with a boyfriend, she may be seeking other mates to form a pack with."

Candace felt her hackles rising. Just great. She'd held a torch out for Amber and now...that damn floozy couldnt keep her legs closed for one month? "I know exactly where she's gone. She was always hanging out with those bi- those skanks, Courtney, Trisha and Natasha. I always hoped...always thought...maybe we were her real friends. I guess once a bitch, always a bitch."

Lianna sighed. "I'm just a bystander in all this. I don't care what your drama is, but if we want your friends to be human at the next Full Moon and not animals, we should find them. I hate to suggest it but...maybe I should keep you all in my Cottage, where I can keep an eye on you all and minimise the effects as best I can."

Candace nodded grimly at that, wincing as she felt her clit throbbing as she walked. It was taking supreme effort on her own part not to pull open her jeans and...touch herself, down there. She knew what would happen if she did. Why her? She thought. What about the Curse made her change in...that way? It scared her more though, how enjoyable those thoughts were.

She bit her lip, for the hundredth time that day. Her sharp canine incisors were making a mess of her chewed lower lip, but it was an easy way to inflict pain, to maintain focus. "Come on. They're a few more blocks."

It was another half hour of walking before they arrived. Candace was getting real tired of walking, of every moment moistening her panties, of the mere air on her pale skin tingling her hairs.  She was practically chomping at the bit to grab Amber and drag her back to Lianna's.

"You sure you can't drive?" she'd asked, before they left. Lianna had shook her head firmly.

"It's...complicated. But unless you have a transport, we will have to walk everywhere."

After that walk, she was determined she was going to hail a cab and throw Amber and her boyfriend in the back. She flexed her arms a little, and felt the fabric of her shirt and jacket cutting in tightly into her biceps. She really was becoming quite...pumped, despite her efforts to resist her changes.

"Natasha and all should live up here. That's funny, I can hear music...some kind of party?" Candace looked at Lianna, who shrugged again. Not her business, right.

She thumped again, this time on Natasha's door. "OPEN UP! AND TURN THAT SHIT DOWN!" She yelled, her voice sounding more masculine to her ear.

"I SAID OPEN UP!" She was practically punching the door, but the music continued to vibrate the walls. She looked at Lianna. "Fuck it. I'm done waiting-"

With a hefty kick, she sent the door rattling off his hinges, bursting into the Apartment. The wall of noise that hit her was almost palpable. The air was musky too, and smelt...familiar. Wet dog hair and sex. Alot of sex.

She felt her loins stirring, and she coughed, gagging, turning away, while Lianna peered into the gloom.

"By the Hedge..." she breathed. "This is going to be...difficult..."

Amber was barely recognisable, her boyfriend Brad towered next to her, looking like some sort of half-man, half hound creature. She looked like some sort of golden retriever, but retained a roughly woman like shape, a thick trench-coat and hat carelessly piled up on the side. She was stroking her wet bitch-pussy, yipping  and rolling about on the couch. Brad was...different. His head and muzzle had changed, and his tongue was panting. He was completely naked, a thick, fine dark hide of furs covering him, from head to toe. He was hunched over, his legs powerful haunches, his hands and arms barrelled and muscular. He was holding on to...Natasha, her jeans torn to shreds, her shirt ripped open, her makeup and jewelry smeared and her hair a mess. Brad was humping her, knotted deep in her ass, a tiny puffball tail growing on her butt as he fucked her. He was grunting and barking as he fucked her, and Candace watched in horrified fascination as Natasha's little pear-shaped tits flopped about, shrinking along with the rest of her frame.

The skinny brunette Natasha was changing into some sort of mega-poodle right in front of her, she realised.  Lianna put a hand on her arm, warning her. "Careful...they're already somewhat lost in the haze..."

Candace knew exactly what the witch-woman meant. She could feel it. Smell it. Every bead of sweat, every drop of musk, every splash of cum. It flooded and overwhelmed her senses. She felt she could truly feel. truly see. She'd been thinking about it all day, all week, and now...now it seemed impossible to resist.

"Candace..."

"No. We need them back in your place right?" she growled, her voice changing, her body...hardening.
"Theyll listen to a Pack Alpha."
"Candace!" Lianna said in alarm. "You can't risk..."
"I can." She said. He said? Confusion in her mind. No. She was Candace Hart. Candy Heart, she'd been teased all her life. She'd never felt that girly, but she knew who she was. And now, she was going to be in charge, finally.

She ripped open her jeans, exposing the thick bulge tearing her panties apart. Her clit ached like fire, and she pulled it out fully, a growing, knotted penis. Brad might be the Bulldog here, but she was a Bloodhound. She would be the Pack Alpha. And she would fuck all of them into submission.

She barked once, loudly, to get their attention. "Listen. It's my turn." She growled. They all turned to her. "Lianna, be ready. Take all four of us back, however you can...."

Lianna nodded. Candace began rubbing at her growing canine member, its own musk starting to purvade the room. She felt her snatch tightening, dripping more and more moisture. She was one good orgasm away from growing balls, she knew, and perhaps losing her pussy forever.

Somehow, that didn't matter right now.

"Bitch, Heel." He commanded. Amber, Natasha, and Brad alike all turned, and sat down.

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