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The ritual lamps began to burn with a strange green iridescence, as Cassandra felt an electric sensation flow across her skin and race down her spine. Although a skeptic of the occult, Cassandra had been too curious to not test the old lamps from that odd junk store out. The shopkeeper had promised that the lamps would bring her closer with her deeper self...whatever that meant. As the green flames crackled a thin fragrant smoke filled the room, and Cassandra felt a strange anticipation. A growing static slowly began to engulf her and her body, and suddenly she felt unconformable, itchy, and confined by her clothes. Unable to bare the sudden discomfort Cassandra striped nude, the electric sensation she felt seeming to latch on to something within her, something deep inside her... something beyond fear...something primal. "Maybe this was a mistake", she thought, but by then it was too late. As terror took her, Cassandra wanted to cry out but found her self frozen, staring into the dancing green embers.

Then, with a sudden yelp that seemed to bellow up from some deep primal place inside her, she felt the static energy around her turn to pressure and heat. Sinking to all fours she felt the base of her spine begin to gently extend, as her hips and shoulders began to slide in their sockets. Half in panic, half in awe, Cassandra reached a her hand to her backside, and was surprised when she found her once smooth skin now covered in a course grey fur. Her slender fingers had grown stubby and her palms thick and coarse. Sharp claws pushed from her nail beds, as her thumbs lost their dexterity and receded into her wrists. The electrically charged air surrounding her made her nipples harden, and in confusion she now felt four additional teats budding from her chest.

She could hear her own breathing now, it was heavy, ragged and almost - animal like. In fact, she could hear everything around her so sharply, as if someone had turned up the volume on her surroundings. Long fur tipped ears twitched as they parted her silky black hair, now streaked with coarse grey. Drawing in a deep breather to calm herself, she realized she could smell details about the room, right down to the odor of the last person to sit on the couch. At first all the new odors disgusted her - but quickly her foggy thoughts became utterly consumed by the myriad of sensations and details around her. The odor of the dried perspiration on the couch had belong to a male...something began to stir deep within her, and instinctively she leaned forward to bury her nose in the thick scent, imagining it's owner, imagining him...

"NO! What!? How could she be thinking about that right now!? Focus Cassandra!!" She thought, her mind racing.

Cassandra desperately wanted to stand up, to run, to get far away from the glowing lamps, but the light from the green flames was almost hypnotic, and the dancing shadows it cast across the room made her head foggy. Running a long, drool covered tongue over her aching gums, Cassandra became dimly aware of the fangs that had now replaced her teeth. An urge to vocalize pushed through the foggy green electricity in her mind, but all that came from her mouth was a rasping bark. Whining in frustration, she found that the room was growing dim and less distinct. Although she did not know it, her pupils had grown wide and almond shaped, her eyes the same pale green as the flames that now entranced her.

Time began to slow as she crawled forwarded on all fours. Even the though of her own name became indistinct and hazy in the electric, smoky aurora that penetrated her mind. "Casss...Cass - A -rrrr...C-A-S-RR-A? No, not right, bad..." Her mind groped hopelessly, and she felt as if she was drunk and trying to remember something critical. A wetness between her now fur covered thighs caught her attention, as she completely forgot what she'd been trying to think. The odor of the male again came to the forefront of her consciousness, but this time it didn't come from the couch.

The wolf that had once been Cassandra turned her muzzle to the door and smelt the male wolf enter the room. She could feel his heat, smell his sex. Her own moistened and clenched in response. The wolf she saw glowed like the lamp's flames, it's fur shimmered like tongues of fire, and it's eyes were burning green coals. The she-wolf knew what she wanted as he approached. His touch was pure electric energy and radiated a primal need.

The Next morning Cassandra awoke naked on the floor, the lamps hung ash covered and long extinguished on the wall. She was filled with a primal bliss beyond compare as she stretched out. She'd never felt this relaxed, this at ease before. Then with a start she recalled the events of the previous night, and after only a brief moment of consideration, threw on some clothes and hurried out the door to see if that old junk store had more candles for the lamps.

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The ritual lamps began to burn with a strange green iridescence, as Cassandra felt an electric sensation flow across her skin and race down her spine. Although a skeptic of the occult, Cassandra had been too curious to not test the old lamps from that odd junk store out. The shopkeeper had promised that the lamps would bring her closer with her deeper self...whatever that meant. As the green flames crackled a thin fragrant smoke filled the room, and Cassandra felt a strange anticipation. A growing static slowly began to engulf her and her body, and suddenly she felt unconformable, itchy, and confined by her clothes. Unable to bare the sudden discomfort Cassandra striped nude, the electric sensation she felt seeming to latch on to something within her, something deep inside her... something beyond fear...something primal. "Maybe this was a mistake", she thought, but by then it was too late. As terror took her, Cassandra wanted to cry out but found her self frozen, staring into the dancing green embers.

Then, with a sudden yelp that seemed to bellow up from some deep primal place inside her, she felt the static energy around her turn to pressure and heat. Sinking to all fours she felt the base of her spine begin to gently extend, as her hips and shoulders began to slide in their sockets. Half in panic, half in awe, Cassandra reached a her hand to her backside, and was surprised when she found her once smooth skin now covered in a course grey fur. Her slender fingers had grown stubby and her palms thick and coarse. Sharp claws pushed from her nail beds, as her thumbs lost their dexterity and receded into her wrists. The electrically charged air surrounding her made her nipples harden, and in confusion she now felt four additional teats budding from her chest.

She could hear her own breathing now, it was heavy, ragged and almost - animal like. In fact, she could hear everything around her so sharply, as if someone had turned up the volume on her surroundings. Long fur tipped ears twitched as they parted her silky black hair, now streaked with coarse grey. Drawing in a deep breather to calm herself, she realized she could smell details about the room, right down to the odor of the last person to sit on the couch. At first all the new odors disgusted her - but quickly her foggy thoughts became utterly consumed by the myriad of sensations and details around her. The odor of the dried perspiration on the couch had belong to a male...something began to stir deep within her, and instinctively she leaned forward to bury her nose in the thick scent, imagining it's owner, imagining him...

"NO! What!? How could she be thinking about that right now!? Focus Cassandra!!" She thought, her mind racing.

Cassandra desperately wanted to stand up, to run, to get far away from the glowing lamps, but the light from the green flames was almost hypnotic, and the dancing shadows it cast across the room made her head foggy. Running a long, drool covered tongue over her aching gums, Cassandra became dimly aware of the fangs that had now replaced her teeth. An urge to vocalize pushed through the foggy green electricity in her mind, but all that came from her mouth was a rasping bark. Whining in frustration, she found that the room was growing dim and less distinct. Although she did not know it, her pupils had grown wide and almond shaped, her eyes the same pale green as the flames that now entranced her.

Time began to slow as she crawled forwarded on all fours. Even the though of her own name became indistinct and hazy in the electric, smoky aurora that penetrated her mind. "Casss...Cass - A -rrrr...C-A-S-RR-A? No, not right, bad..." Her mind groped hopelessly, and she felt as if she was drunk and trying to remember something critical. A wetness between her now fur covered thighs caught her attention, as she completely forgot what she'd been trying to think. The odor of the male again came to the forefront of her consciousness, but this time it didn't come from the couch.

The wolf that had once been Cassandra turned her muzzle to the door and smelt the male wolf enter the room. She could feel his heat, smell his sex. Her own moistened and clenched in response. The wolf she saw glowed like the lamp's flames, it's fur shimmered like tongues of fire, and it's eyes were burning green coals. The she-wolf knew what she wanted as he approached. His touch was pure electric energy and radiated a primal need.

The Next morning Cassandra awoke naked on the floor, the lamps hung ash covered and long extinguished on the wall. She was filled with a primal bliss beyond compare as she stretched out. She'd never felt this relaxed, this at ease before. Then with a start she recalled the events of the previous night, and after only a brief moment of consideration, threw on some clothes and hurried out the door to see if that old junk store had more candles for the lamps.