Chapter 2 - Natasha and the Psionic Wolves

The forest was impossibly vibrant once she began feeling for the Mana.  Everything was lit up brightly with it, glowing green as the white Mana from the sun was converted into life by the forest itself.  It was a fertile place, and the creatures there were exceptionally fertile themselves.  There was strength in these woods.  Strength and something else... 
 
A spark of blue Mana.  The Mana of the mind.  There was a sentience beyond animal here.   Something intelligent roamed these woods.  Vastly so. 
 
It wouldn't take long, but once she was deeper in the forest, she would hear a growl.  It came from nowhere.  It vibrated within her mind, drawing on the memory of a growl.  Then another.  And another.  The bass of that bestial noise was nearly palpable.  Humans would have passed out from the overwhelming confusion by now, but her will and her Spark would save her that indignity.  She would hear them and feel the power behind them, but she could withstand it and learn something very important about the noise. 
 
It was being fed straight into her thoughts. 
 
That much alone might give her enough of an edge to put up a mental barrier, if she had the wherewithal.  Though there was a subtle trigger imbedded in her thoughts from her nights with Artimus.  Growls would inspire fear, as they're supposed to, get the heart racing and the eyes focused... but there would also be a shudder-causing power to them, a flash of memory to a rumbling and hot breath washing over her shoulder as warm, strong scales slide across her bare flesh... 
 
How well she ignores it is up to her own willpower.
 
Natasha had stopped to reassert her surroundings after several minutes of aimless wandering. While she had a set goal in mind, she didn't necessarily know how to go about achieving it. WIth a sigh, she sat down against a tree and looked up at the sky through the canopy of leaves above her. It'd been ages since she had wandered without a heading to chart her path and the idea of a new surrounding excited her. Closing her eyes, she focused on the streams of Mana around her; the vibrant green of life, the white of the sun and... blue? Her eyes snapped open and she looked towards the direction she had 'seen' that flash of familiarity. There was sentience here. A smile, curious and bright, lit up her face as she climbed to her feet and she made her way deeper into the forest, intent on finding this source of blue Mana.
 
As she delved deeper into the forest, she felt a pressure against her mental defenses. As a Planeswalker and a all around cautious person, Natasha always made sure her defenses were, at the very least, up and ready when wandering in a strange or potentially hostile environment. Yet, even with them up, she could hear the growling. A chorus of them intoning one by one in her mind. Her pulse quickened and her eyes roved around for a moment, instinct taking hold as she looked for whatever was invading her mind. She opened her mouth to speak, to inquire upon who was probing her mind in such a way, when a remembered sensation of warmth made her cheeks flush softly.
 
Why had she remembered that now? She shook her head and tried to center herself. "I mean you no harm! I am an explorer in these woods, nothing more!" called out Natasha. "Please, if I am intruding on your land, tell me so and I will leave! I do not want to cause unrest in your home!"
 
The growling slowly stopped, giving the woman some peace within her own mind.  It was followed by the rustling of several branches and snapping of twigs as things approached her slowly from all sides.  They looked like wolves with black fur, but they had several, gemstone-like protrusions from their skull.  The crystal, to her Manasight, would be fused to their minds, acting as antennae to emit their strange, psychic force.
 
As the wolves surrounded her, each standing tall enough to reach her naval from their shoulders alone, one of them came close and sniffed the air around the new female.  There was a new humming in the air as the wolves communicated faster than any feral language could.  It cocked its head, turned and ran into the woods, leaving her alone with the rest.
 
Another buzzing filled her head.  It was like the growling from before, but it was more... intent.  A rumbling force that threatened her, but not her life.  It was a command, not spoken with a word, but with a clear enough message...
 
-Kneel-
 
A sigh of relief eased out of Natasha as the growling stopped, leaving her a moment's respite. Thinking that the worst was over, she took a step in the direction she last saw that spark of sentience. Unfortunately, one step was as far as she got before she was surrounded. Her eyes widened as the wolves stepped from the undergrowth, cutting off any avenue of conventional escape should things turn dicey.
 
"H-Hello," she said with a nervous gulp. "I take it that you are the ones that were growling at me earlier?" As if on some kind of unspoken cue, one of the wolves broke off after it had scented her, or so she assumed. When the buzzing slipped through her mental defenses, she stiffened in surprise. How did they do that a second time? What was out here that could give such psionic power? So many questions swarmed through her head, but they'd need to be followed up on later.
 
When the command filtered through the buzzing, she put her hands up in acquiescence and knelt down slowly to show that she wasn't a threat. "See? No threat. Just a wanderer who is more curious than she bargained for," murmured the Planeswalker. At the back of her mind, she was already setting down the mental brickwork for a small shift in case she needed to move distance quickly. Never hurt to be prepared, right?
 
The wolves all took a few steps closer to her until she was effectively crowded by them, their body heat glowing onto her while their combined, feral musk formed an invisible cloud around her.  It was a strong, earthy scent, mixed with that familiar scent of masculinity that she'd come to know with Artimus...  
 
...Which would explain the amethyst growths, the crystals jutting from their brows the same way they did from the Emperor himself.   These wolves share some genes with her draconic ally, all the way to their golden, glimmering eyes.  They were more than the Dragon's servants.  They were his children...
 
They were sending more signals to one another, all of the eyes scanning and memorizing every inch of her.   A couple of them nosed at her, sniffed her, one of them even unceremoniously diving his head right between her thighs, loudly sniffing at her crotch.
 
Natasha kept her hands in the air as the wolves crowded around her, her view obstructed by fur and crystal. "Hey, guys, come on. N-no need to crowd around me so much," she said quietly, obviously still nervous about the whole ordeal. That is, until a familiar scent snuck its way into her nose beneath the smells of feral wolf and earth. It tickled a part of her that always felt at home around Artimus and she couldn't help but bite her lip gently.
 
When she felt that nose dive between her thighs, a yelp of surprise escaped her throat and a blush, bright and crimson, flashed upon her cheeks. "Hey! No, that's not a place for sniffing!" she exclaimed, trying her best to deter the wolf with voice and not her hands.
 
Her best, sadly, wasn't good enough for the wolf, whose muzzle relentlessly squeezed between her legs to get a better taste of her scent.  
 
She could feel their psychic messages to one another, two more wolves moving in unison as they approached her from either side.  Wide jaws clamped down on both of her thighs, just barely under the force they need to pierce her flesh.  They pull, expecting her to part her thighs or risk puncturing her skin with their maws.  Another male squeezed his way behind her, his muzzle tracing up her neck to bite down on her shoulder.  He pulled as well, reclining her, further opening her up...
 
Then the first, loud sound of fabric tearing would come from between her thighs, the wolf ripping and tugging through what obscured the sweetest-smelling part of her.
 
Natasha balled her fingers into gentle fists, her eyes rolling around the congregated pack. "O-okay! I think this was a bad i-i-idea," stammered the Planeswalker as she turned her gaze down to the wolf relentlessly sniffing between her legs. Her escape shift was on the tip of her tongue when her mental walls flexed and molded closer to her mind. What were they talking about? Why couldn't she keep up?
 
Her eyes widened when she felt their teeth on her thighs and a thrill of fear, pure and instinctual, shot through her when they started to pull. All thoughts of escape were clouded by a blooming sense of panic when another set of fangs found purchase on her shoulder. As she was tugged backwards, that panic blossomed worse and she had to fight not to struggle against their teeth. 'Wh-why are they doing this? What's going on?!'
 
But then the sound of her pants ripping brought her back to the present. "No... no, you can't be serious."
 
They heard her protests, but they didn't heed them, noting only that she hasn't started struggling yet.  Her flesh bare to the forest air, the wolf between her thighs let his hot tongue slide out and slice against her slit.   His flesh was hot and soaked with his slick, feral drool, his next lick lingering and pushing hard against her.  He growled, and the others growled in unison as they held her, making sure she remained still as two more wolves came up and began tearing more off of her.  They ruined fabric, wanting to leave only what lay beneath the fangs of the males holding her as shackles.  
 
After a minute of this oral treatment, there'd be another pressure on her mind.  This one, however, was... comforting.  As soft and warm and sensual as the tongue dragging across her sex, wanting to weaken her defenses even further... 
 
Natasha blushed at the intimacy of what was going on between her thighs despite said contact was coming from a wolf. That thought continued to swirl around in her mind, but the very real feelings of those fangs digging into her skin as a deterrent did a very good job of keeping her under their control. Though she had a number of ways to get out of their hold, the thought of what those fangs could do to her body, especially so close to her neck, gave her pause for concern.
 
That is, until she felt a warm comfort pressing against her defenses, oozing sensual thoughts and urges through the widening cracks in her mental barriers. They whispered pleasures into those cracks, promising ecstasy if only she would let go.
 
The licking continued, lashing methodically against her slit.  The united beasts gave luscious tonguebaths to every exposed inch of flesh, one of them getting the luxury of her throat and chin.  His fangs scraped their smooth surfaces across her windpipe, the heat of his breath and the bass of his vocal growl wrapping around her neck like a collar.  This close, with her defenses lowered, that growl would take its psychic form deeper into the open wounds of her mind, further suppressing aggressive thoughts such as worry, doubt or rebellion.  
 
The wolf between her legs would finally pull away after some time, but the one holding her shoulder would only push forward, his weight starting to lean into her back.  More images would start to growl and nose their way into her thoughts, painting pictures of their desires across the backs of her eyes.  Pictures of wolves, female wolves with their feral slits and panting tongues, lowering their shoulders and lifting their tail as their ears went low in submission.  Flashing pictures of wolves mounting her, shown to her from the eyes of the other beasts around her.  Memories that were being shown as an attempt to tell her exactly what they wanted...
 
At least, that's the way her mind could rationalize it.  In her current state of mind, she'd have little chance of knowing just how deeply these pictures were being rooted.  Just how strong these memories are being implanted.  All she'd feel for certain is a sense of familiarity, easily tied to her draconic lover.  With the scent, growling and the feel of claws clamoring by her waist, it wouldn't be a hard leap to make... 
 
The Planeswalker bit her lip harder than she had before, thinking that maybe the pain of bit lip might stop whatever thoughts were easing their way into her mind. But it didn't help. The voice that had been screaming 'Damnit, shift! Leave! Run!' had grown quieter and quieter in the face of the psychic assault that had been battering against her constantly. The feel of teeth around her throat, the warmth of breath and the vibrations of an absolute dominant rang down to her very core, widening those cracks even further.
 
When the first of the images started to show themselves to her mind's eye, she struggled to figure out where they were coming from. Every time an answer was about to come to her, she lost it as another took its place. They aroused her, made her forget that they were wolves or the very reason why she had come to the forest in the first place. All she could think of now, as more and more cracks splintered their way across her mental fortifications, was that these wolves held a familiar sway over her. But familiar to what? Why couldn't she remember?
 
But then it hit her like the roar of a leviathan; they reminded her of a certain dragon she had shared a bed with. That thought left her cheeks a flame and heart fluttering. Her toes twitched and shivered as she tried to squirm beneath the wolves holding her down. She wanted... no, needed to feel them on top of her.
 
 
Her struggling was met exactly as she'd hoped.  The wolves crowded her, embracing her desire to feel helpless.  The one on her back dropped his full, heavy weight into her shoulders, leaning her body forward until he finally pushed her onto her knees.  With a sudden lurch, he brought the front of her body low, where another wolf quickly stepped in and wrapped his jaws around her throat.   Those same jagged teeth would seem to pinch her mind, clenching shut on the voices of protest that would be begging her to have some sense.  To get these beasts off of her.  The other wolves would stand tall beside her, her head beneath them, able to make out nothing but the underside of their coarse, dark, fur-covered bodies.  Their scents were much stronger here, all of them sporting thick, heavy sheaths, half-swollen with canine dick and dripping copious precum onto the ground all around her.  Every drop fell into the bucket of her mind, falling into the cracks, slowly filling up the inside of her skull with nothing but the smell and thought of sex...
 
And that's when the first jet of canine precum would splash against her pussy.  The dog behind her was pushing the rough hairs of his sheath along the curve of her asscrack, oozing his pre onto her skin, letting her feel the stark difference between the rough hairs and the smooth, slippery flesh of wolf cock.  The sharp head of it dragged like a wet finger across her asshole, dipping lower to tease her clit with another hard squirt of pre.  Her mind was still protected, as little as it was, and it too was getting traced with the ethereal sex of these psychic beasts, all of them forcing images of mating and these growling, panting, flesh-slapping sounds and memories...
 
She had a few shreds of protection left.  She'd have to let them go to ease this ache.  That much was forced to be clear to her.
 
Natasha was overwhelmed by how much was happening so quickly. The voices begging her to run, to flee, were suddenly and swiftly quieted as they were clinched shut by those psychic jaws. When they were silenced, a dopey, needy smile split her face as she was all but forced to stare at the pack's underbellies and those swelling sheathes. Drool began to pool under her tongue as her thoughts were slowly but surely being tainted by the stench of sex suffusing the air around her.
 
When that first splash of precum hit her sex, her eyes widened and her mouth hung open, ready for more, but she knew what was stopping them from continuing. With a soft swallow, she closed her eyes and dug her fingers into the dirt as the walls in her mind crumbled and fell, leaving her mind open and ready for them to do with what they pleased. 
 
The wolves would feel Natasha's mind finally open up to them, stepping over the rubble of her defenses and making themselves at home within her thoughts.  They didn't swarm like rabid animals, but instead stepped into her mind as if they owned it, the presence of the pack buzzing within her thoughts like a comforting hum of belonging.  
 
As bliss burned its way into her mind, the beast at her sex would pierce into her, his sharp spear-tip cock splitting her petals open as he rammed straight into her core.  The force of his next thrusts were felt in her mind, trembling ripples that sifted her remaining cohesive thoughts to the bottom of her brain.  Still there, still able to be seen, but barely comprehended as that long, hot flesh burrowed its way into her body and began to thicken and harden with every swing.
 
Natasha's mind welcomed the pack with open arms, beckoning them into every nook and cranny, offering them everything that she was. With every thrust of the wolf's dick into her depths, a moan of rapturous pleasure escaped her throat, leaving her breathless before long as she enjoyed all he had to give. What was left of her waking self, the self that begged her to still flee, screamed and thrashed at its bonds at the back of her mind. There would be time enough for such pesky thoughts later; for now, her place was with the pack.
 
The beasts in her mind were very eager to find those lingering thoughts and subdue them, quieting their protests amidst the sounds and scents of feral rutting.  They left marks on her psyche the same way the beast on her back clawed at her thighs, each  little cut on her skin a beacon that she should be proud of.  The knot of the canine cock started to swell, slapping lewdly against her outer petals before a harsh shove fed that bulb to her body.  He tied her in an instant, snarling as his knot ballooned into twice its size and completely sealing her to him.
 
That same pressure would be felt in her thoughts, on those protesting cries that were trying to crawl their way out from under their bestial rapists so that they could bring sense back after the dog was done.  They were stuck to these beasts, forced to watch the mind they resided in start to shift even further.  Memories being dragged away, subdued while she wasn't thinking about them to be mounted at their leisure.  Images of feral bitches replacing them, giving her a sense of home and familiarity within the woods she was being bred in.  Her identity was slowly being reshaped just as that fat knot inside of her mashed and squeezed its way against that bundle of nerves inside of her.
 
Her inner self cowered at the mental presence of these wolves. What were they, how did they have such command over the goings on in one's mind? As her physical form succumbed to the carnal desires racing through her, her subconscious struggled and fought to no avail. With every thrust, her mind slipped further and further from the woman she had once been. Who had she been? Did it matter? At the moment, no. As that knot bloomed and stretched her quivering  sex, new thoughts began to crystallize in her mind. Of staying in the forest, of a new home to lay her head. Why leave when the pack could make her feel so good? Or when she could make them feel good?
 
Her slow, steady acceptance of her fate would make those phantom wolves all the happier within her mind, rewarding her by directly triggering senses of euphoria.  To be a good bitch was to be rewarded.  That feeling of sweet bliss would only grow stronger as that cock within her swelled, the thrusting of her bestial mate growing harder and harder before stopping suddenly.  There was no outward howl, but a din of psychic joy as molten heat poured into her womb, canine cum spilling right into the place it belong.  Each spurt whipped up her spine, striking like lightning against her mind.  And, in the blinding flashes of pleasure, pieces of her were pulled away into the dark recesses of her mind to be silenced...
 
Natasha's breath caught in her throat when the first inkling of heat bloomed in the very depths of her most sacred of places. Time stood still as ecstasy ricocheted off of every nerve ending in her body, from the tips of her toes all the way to her brain. Then, as the agonizing pleasure grew to a fever pitch, time continued with a body-numbing orgasm that left her completely reliant on the wolves around her to hold her up, her mouth open in a silent cry of too much stimulation. And throughout all of it, she never suspected what the pack was truly doing, that those protesting cries had grown quiet.
 
The wolf remained tied to her, the others continuing to hold her steady as they lit a psychic beacon, successfully announcing their claim.  Her mind had started to adjust to their signals, the sensations translating into simple thoughts.  -Bitch is ready,- they would say, the wolf atop her moving his head down to lick at her throat.  
 
It would only take a few minutes for their call to be returned from across the forest.  The power behind it overshadowed the beasts surrounding her completely, even from that great distance.  It was an overwhelming force that made even the other wolves' presence seem dim and submissive.  
 
-Alpha comes.-
 
The Planeswalker luxuriated beneath the warm body of her beastial dominant, enjoying the warmth of his seed pooling in her depths and the oddly comforting weight of his body atop hers. As out of it as she was, her mind still picked up on the bare essentials of what they were saying above her. 'Mmmm... I'm their bitch?' she thought, a sharp thrill of excitement causing her to shiver in anticipation. Something about that felt... right, doubly so as she felt that warm tongue lap across her throat.
 
The canine within her would slowly test his tie, his knot shrinking just enough to threaten to pop out of her.  A few more tugs and he would release his hold on her, his seed gushing out of her in a milky river as he dismounted.  In unison, the wolves all backed away, releasing her while leaving their presence squarely in her mind, sitting, waiting expectantly.  
 
The pressure in her mind would grow, a strength that to her would be welcoming and safe, like sitting against the warm body of a dragon.  Leaving her on all fours, the wolves looked to the thick brush to where their Alpha emerged.  This wolf was massive, easily capable of holding down and fucking a young mare with the rolling muscles that lined his powerful frame.  His fur was dark, and on his brow a jagged crown of amethyst gems jutted from his skull.  His eyes had a phantom, golden glow, reminiscent of his draconic parentage.  This was Alpha, and every sense she had left would be telling her to adore him.
 
With the support of the wolves around her (and the wolf atop her) gone, Natasha was left to fall onto her face, her ass left up in the air and marked with the wolf's seed gushing out of her gaped lips. Her eyes were staring off into the distance as her chest heaved for breath untainted by masculine musk and sweat, but the stench of sex clung to her like a familiar cloak. She was tired, both physically and mentally, but she felt it was well deserved.
 
All that was chased out of her thoughts when a new pressure eased its way amidst the rubble and broken defenses of her mind. It felt warm and inviting, as if she had been covered in the warmth of a blanket that had heated by a dragon's breath. That pressure urged her to look up and gaze at the wolf that stood above the others and towered over her.
 
A whisper in the back of her mind wriggled through the mire of exhaustion and told her all she need to know. She gazed upon her Alpha and stayed where she was. She was his bitch and this position was only so befitting one of her station.
 
The beast approached her, tail swaying slowly and casting his scent through the air.  The deep, potent scent already had traces of the dragon she knew so well, helping to blanket her muddled mind even further.  He leaned down and sniffed her like a morsel he was about to eat, his mind doing the same to her thoughts as he checked just how ripe she was.  
 
She was ready.
 
He stood over her, letting her see the thick, furry sheath that hung between his thighs.  The cock that peeked from it was black and glistening, beading with that thick, milky precum that would smell and taste so familiar.  He would crouch his hips like a lion, allowing that greasy mess to smear across her brow.  Then cheek.  Then chin, the massive tip already too large to fit comfortably into her mouth.  Luckily, she wasn't going to be sucking him.  
 
Her job was to lap at his cock, sheath  and enormous balls until his scent and taste were the only sensations left.  Every perfume and every meal forced from her history.  This was all she ever needed...
 
Natasha was confused at first, but her body proved to know what to do in the end. Mustering herself onto her hands and knees, she leaned forward as his cock was swinging down to smear across her brow and smashed her nose into it. Her eyes widened in shock before she began to inhale his scent. Deeper and deeper breaths of the wolf's musk left her reeling as her mouth began to water. She wanted to taste it, to feel it all over her.
 
Opening her mouth, she dragged her tongue along his cock as far as she could, making multiple passes as more of his taste saturated her palate. She wanted, no, needed his seed inside of her. She needed to bathe everything in her spit to worship her Alpha. She had to pay proper respects to his cock and sumptuous balls until he was satisfied.
 
[font="Times]The Alpha closed his eyes and felt the small tongue of the strange girl swiping along his crotch, subconsciously sending pulses of serene bliss out into the minds of those in the clearing.  He poured positive signals into her thoughts, rewarding her in the most primal way by making her actions just as rewarding as sex itself.[/font]
 
[font="Times]When he was pleased with her actions, he sent another pulse to her, this one carrying the image of a feral bitch, chest down, tail high, pussy out and whimpering.  Those pictures were no longer just "some wolf".  They were her.  What was her identity was being raped into submission by the constant presence of the other wolves, echoing in her mind only as the natural growls and needy whining of a pack in rut.  The sounds she belonged to.  The sounds she'd always belonged to.[/font]
 
[font="Times]Natasha continued to wash his crotch and bathe in his overpowering musk. What she had once been was the furthest thing from her mind and all that mattered was tending to her Alpha, pleasing him and bending to his will. As the imagery floated to the forefront of her mind, she whimpered and whined like a bitch in heat, begging for his seed. Rubbing her face against his swollen sheath, she wallowed in his scent, letting it take her where it may.[/font]
 
[font="Times]Pulling herself away from between his legs, the former Planeswalker did exactly as those images bade her to do; face on the ground, ass in the air and pussy drenched in need and wolf cum. A whine rose in her throat, loud and needy, begging for his seed to drench her insides.[/font]
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[font="Times]The wolf was happy.  Her mind was powerful, expansive to degrees most other mortals couldn't fathom.  It gave him so much room to play with, so much space for him and his pack to explore and claim.  He stepped over her like a large stallion would a small pony.  His hips lowered enough to meet her ass, the thick tip of his unswollen cock shaming most human males on its own.  When that hot flesh kissed her rump, the sudden blast of precum was like a quick splash from a hose, drenching her already dripping sex with his lubricating pre.[/font]
 
[font="Times]The tip pushed against her opening, releasing another torrent into her.  That quick burst mixed with the seed already inside of her, nearly surpassing the other wolf's entire load in an instant.  He started to push in, his slick girth prying her lips apart.  The beast was smart enough not to invade her all at once, but having had her fucked previously made sure she was well stretched and lubricated for at least the initial thrust.  But he rocked his hips, pushed his weight down and was soon kissing the mouth of her womb...[/font]
 
[font="Times]And then he started to grow.[/font]
 
[font="Times]Natasha bit her lip gently when that first sensation of warmth hit her ass, a blush coloring her cheeks as she wiggled her hips to entice him for more. A whine, long, low and full of pleasure drooled from her throat as her pussy was claimed by the Alpha of her pack. She was in her rightful place beneath him, offering everything she had to him. The swelling from his cock made her feel exquisite and whole while the tickling of his tip against her womb spread a blissful smile across her face.[/font]
 
[font="Times]The beast let his mind enter hers just as easily as his body did, splitting her thighs around his engorged member while her entire identity shifted around to fit the mold he was making in her thoughts.  The slick, smooth cock slipped back and forth, working its way deeper as his enchantment spilled into her.  Those without the Spark would have already started to feel the changes within their body as it shifted, growing fur to make up for the lack of clothes, rearranging their body's own structure to make room for the alpha breeder, but even he wasn't strong enough to force change on a Planeswalker.  Still, the clever wolf enjoyed playing with her mind.  Every thrust he gave her was felt in her entire being, the taste of his cock on her tongue, the smell of it on her nose and the heat of it all over her skin.  Her ears were deafened to the outside world, turned inward to the chorus of panting and growling that would start to form a beautiful, feral language for her.  Her eyes were blinded, to the forest around her, only allowed to see the implanted sights of pitch darkness lit with glowing eyes and glistening, wet shapes.  [/font]
 
[font="Times]As his knot began banging on her slit, her belly distending with the size of his breeding tool, her mind would be convinced that these dark shapes were all over her, mounting her in impossible ways, coarse fur and slick, wet cocks poking and prodding and squirting across her bare skin.  He wanted to drown her every sense with her new purpose: toy of the pack.  Provider of pleasure and pups.  [/font]
 
[font="Times]With every passing second, the Natasha that had wandered into the forest was buried further and further beneath what the wolves needed her for. She had forgotten why she had come into the forest in the first place, the memory replaced with the pleasure of being mounted by warm bodies and  even warmer fur. With each pump that bulged her belly, a moan, loud and whorish, ripped itself from her throat as she threw her head back in ecstasy. Every breath was hot and heavy with the musky scent of the pack smothering her skin and staining her sinuses with its permanence.[/font]
 
[font="Times]The great wolf was nearing his climax, the phantom pack haunting her mind with even faster breaths and louder growls.  The feeling of their claws desperately catching her skin as they each found their purchase on her would grow more and more vivid.  The pack was rearranging her neurons, making her vast expanse of knowledge available to them while her thoughts and memories get cleared to make room for those of the entire pack.  Her incredible mind would make the perfect conduit, and she would always hear their feral thoughts rolling in her skull like a growling storm of nature.[/font]
 
[font="Times]The weight of his body and the strength of his forceful thrusts would finally pry her slit apart enough for his knot, shoving the half-swollen bulb deep into her sleeve and forcing the shape of his cock to bulge clearly from her round stomach.  His knot would complete its swell, locking itself behind her pelvis as the first jet of his potent, bestial seed filled her.  Her mind was an echo of howls, each wolf testing their new conduit at once as the great beast finalized his mental rape and impregnated her subconscious with his essence.  Who she was was gone.  She was now the property of the Pack.  Her new name, her true name, was etched into her mind with growls, and she was welcomed into her new family with dozens upon dozens of euphoric signals pumped straight into the feral core of her mind.   [/font]
 
[font="Times]She was home.[/font]
 
[font="Times]From the depths of her mind, what remained of her past self jerked and kicked, crying out desperately for help from someone, anyone. But even that was smothered beneath the cacophony of feral growls and the scent of the pack burying her beneath their collective consciousness. Her life before was a thing of the past, her knowledge now at the pack's disposal. And she couldn't be happier about the outcome.[/font]
 
[font="Times]When her Alpha 'tied the knot', everything slammed to a halt as her flesh began to feel hotter than it had since the whole affair had started. She could feel every pulse of her Alpha's heart through his thick cock and even thicker knot and the sensation made her drool. But it was that first shot of cum, that first searing burst of liquid pleasure splattering into the deepest part of her body, that set her off. When she felt that cum bloating her womb, her mind fully embraced what was her new lot in life. She was well and truly theirs' and there was no place she would rather be than beneath a wolf, siring more pups for her virile Alpha or his glorious pack.[/font]
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[font="Times]"You did warn her, Father," said the heir to the Empire, the black dragon Andromedor.  He and his father the Emperor were standing over the nigh-omnipotent being of arcane power, lying in the Imperial bed with her unconscious, wolf-fucked body recently washed of dirt and seed.  [/font]"That the guardians of your woods were a territorial lot."
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[font="Times]Artimus chuckled, the powerful red dragon shaking his head.  "That I did.  [/font] And that they were.  But the curiosity of a Planeswalker is an insurmountable thing.  [font="Times]Luckily for her, we'd worked on forming her Elixir of Immortality yesterday.  She was eager to place all of her thoughts, memories and experiences into a flask so that they could be restored in case of an emergency.  You never know what could happen to your mind while you're traveling the planes, after all."[/font]
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[font="Times]His son smirked and rolled his eyes.  "What convenient timing.  And I'm sure the wolf's sudden, sexual interest in our guest wasn't a part of your plan, either?"[/font]
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[font="Times]"Come now, my son," Artimus said as he pulled her Elixir from a pouch around his loincloth.  "You know how our pets can be with newcomers.  Personally, I prefer this fate for her rather than lunch.  Once we have her imbibe her restored mind, her old identity will return.  Good as new, albeit with a handful of interesting memories to carry with her."[/font]
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[font="Times]"That's it?  Just a couple memories?"[/font]
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[font="Times]Artimus paused, stirring the fluid around in the yellowed glass bottle.  "...Well.  I may have added my own ingredients to this recipe she provided.  Nothing vivid.  Nothing... obvious.  Just a few hints that would make our little wanderer a bit more... comfortable with staying here.  Adding a few familiar scents that would please her to be beside.  A few feelings of safety that sprout when she's beneath the heat of a dragon, and maybe..."[/font]
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[font="Times]He unstoppered the bottle, using one of his great claws to lift her head.[/font]
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[font="Times]"...A bit of muddling... to make what she experienced here stick a little bit more than a memory.  Her mind gave into those growls quite easily, and the scent of wolves and the feel of their fur... well, it'd be a shame if she forgot how that felt."[/font]
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[font="Times]Andromedor laughed as Artimus began to pour the elixir into her mouth, the 'liquid' flowing more like a yellowed smoke as it seeps its way into her throat.  "You're giving her a fetish for dragons and wolves?  I'm sure the Wolfkin will appreciate that.  And yourself, of course."[/font]
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[font="Times]The red dragon shook his head.  "I'm not giving her anything she didn't already have.  I'm just making a few weaves in her tapestry a bit... stronger than they were before.  She enjoys the time we have together, and the back of her mind sings with these bestial desires.  If she comes out of this a little more open... then who is to say it didn't simply sprout from her rather adventurous experience?"[/font]
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[font="Times]The clever son shook his head.  He knew his father had his own agendas concerning this powerful being, but he couldn't deny how the wandering entity tended to spend more and more of her time in the Emperor's bed.  She'd even wore a collar once as an experiment into being a submissive pet for him, but she'd never dream of making it permanent.  She was too much of a free spirit.[/font]
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[font="Times]At least, she was before his father poured her spiked identity back into her mind, washing away the aggressive reprogramming of the psionic wolves and replacing it with the more subtle machinations of his own.[/font]
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[font="Times]The bottle emptied, Artimus withdrew the bottle and set it aside, quietly gathering magic to his palm and placing it upon her brow.  The arcane pulse would wind into her thoughts, putting the wolves back to sleep and pulling her wolf-fucked thoughts back to their feet.  When she would awaken, she would be as she was, albeit with a story to tell.[/font]
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[font="Times]And, the next time she would hear the Dragon growl, her body would respond to him the same way it did to her wolf masters.  There would be no place she'd rather be than being bathed in the heat, claws and lust of her alpha male...[/font]