The Lamb & The Wolf (Kindred TF)

“Ugh, why did I ever agree to this?” Warren groaned as he wriggled around in his sleeping bag like a fish out of water.

“Hey, it wasn’t like I forced you into going on this camping trip,” replied Liam. “I just wanted to take a break from being on the computer or my phone all the time - in fact I’m pretty sure you insisted on coming.”

“It sounded like a good idea at the time! It’s not like I hate nature, it’s just…” Warren tried to peek out through the blue nylon fabric of the tent he and his friend were resting in, looking at the silhouettes of the trees surrounding them for miles for any sign of movement. “I don’t like what’s in nature, y'know?”

Liam huffed. “C'mon dude, what are you scared of? The only things in these forests are foxes, badgers, birds and crickets - it’s not like you’ll wake up in the middle of the night and see a bear or a wolf peering down at you.”

Warren let out a shaky laugh. “Y-yeah, I guess not…”

“Anyways, tonight’s the last night - just close your eyes and think about being at home in your actual bed.”

Hearing the advice his friend had given him every other night since they first set into the woods, Warren rustled around a little bit more before closing his eyes and sighing deeply. “Yeah, that sounds like a good idea - night Liam.”

“Night…” his friend muttered, already drifting off.

As the tent was plunged into silence, Warren closed his eyes and began to think about being in his soft, warm bed instead of the cold constrictive sleeping bag and cramped tent in he was in. Unfortunately tonight seemed to be the night in which everything in the forest decided it would be an absolutely brilliant idea to not go asleep: Everytime Warren felt himself about to slip into sleep he was woken up by the sound of a branch snapping, leaves shuffling or the distant spooky scream of a fox echoing through the trees.

“Well, I guess there’s actually one good thing about all this,” he thought as he lay there. “Tomorrow night I’ll be so goddamn tired that nothing’ll wake me up!”

But a couple minutes later, the forest became abruptly quiet, as if all the creatures that resided in it had suddenly never existed at all. Ironically, the resulting effect was actually more disturbing to Warren than the cacophony of cries. Regardless, he tried to seize this moment to actually try and fall asleep, but just as he was about to he was woken up yet again - but this time it wasn’t a sound: A light suddenly shone somewhere behind Warren; at first he thought it might have just been moonbeams piercing through the trees, but the light was so bright that it was more like someone was standing directly behind him with a torch. Sitting up with a groan, Warren turned to look… and noticed that were wasn’t a silhouette of a man holding it - it was just a bright white light.

“Hey Liam,” he whispered. “You seeing this?” His friend didn’t even so much as flinch in response. Shaking his head, Warren tried to steel himself before carefully clambering out of his sleeping bag and sneaking out of tent in order to confront the vicious axe murderer that was likely laying in wait for him. Fortunately for Warren there was no vicious axe wielding murder standing outside of the tent… but something weirder had happened instead: The light that should have been positioned directly behind where he was sleeping in the tent had now moved to the undergrowth a couple meters or so in front of him.

Warren was about to turn away and head back into the tent, but as he stared at the light he felt the tension in his body quickly faded away: Now that he thought about it, there was something rather… relaxing about the light that he couldn’t have seen whilst inside the tent - instead of being harshly bright like before, it was now somehow softer and warmer as if a large campfire had been made in the distance. Continuing to stare at the light, Warren started to feel sleepier than he had during the whole time he’d been on this trip with Liam - but he wasn’t even thinking about his friend now; his only real thought process was just to stare at the light…

Warren…

The gentle, whispery lilt of a woman suddenly drifted out from the light, causing the hairs on the back of his neck to stand: Never in all his life had he heard a voice that was so hauntingly beautiful, nor had he heard anyone say his name so gracefully too… The light was now pulsing in a rather hypnotic matter, but in all honesty it didn’t even need to do that - the sheer power of the woman’s voice alone would have been enough to send Warren into the trance he was now falling under.

The weft and weave of fate guides you…

Upon hearing that wonderful voice grace his ears once again, Warren began to slowly but surely trudge towards the light in a sort of zombie-like manner: He was only wearing plain grey socks, but the fact that he didn’t react at all to the feeling of the damp, dirty forest floor showed just how bewitched he was as he followed the light - the light that didn’t seem to be getting any closer to him even though the tent was now completely obscured by the dark and the foliage.

Warren eventually found himself standing in front of an opening to a cave - because of his induced state he wasn’t aware of just how far into the forest he now was, but then he didn’t really care: He just wanted to follow the light and the voice wherever they went… Staring into the cave, Warren noticed that the light was now all the way at the back of it - fortunately this meant that there wasn’t a single corner of the cave that wasn’t illuminated by it’s brightness; revealing a long set of perfectly chiselled steps that went deep downwards into the ground. Usually Warren would have been reluctant to be even standing in front of the cave, but he now found himself eagerly climbing down them, eventually leading him into a large, round chamber.

There wasn’t really much to the room besides from the torches placed on the walls in a hexagonal fashion - they weren’t lit due to the bright light which now rested on the ceiling as if hung by an invisible chandelier, beaming down onto an plain stone altar that lay in the centre of the chamber. Now that his eyes were on the altar, Warren noticed that two objects were placed on it, although he couldn’t quite make out what they were -

Closer…

Warren immediately moved towards the altar and peered down at the objects: Upon closer inspection they were revealed to be masks made out of wood judging from the cracks and wrinkles sprinkled all over the grainy material they appeared to be made out of. The masks were both completely different in design, however: The one on the left was coloured in a sort of dark, purplish colour and was rather long, like it was made for someone with a bony face. It had two ears on the top of its head alongside a strange white marking that looked like a reversed question mark. The same sort of marking was also present on the other mask, although it was white and more like a regular question mark that had been flipped upside down, although this wasn’t the only difference: The mask on the right was shorter and rounder in comparison - Warren felt it had a more “cuter” look, especially with the pure white colour it had. The only similarity between the two objects were their “eyes”: Both were filled with an almost spectral blue glow that flickered like candlelight; Warren couldn’t help but feel like the eyes were actually staring up at him…

Choose…

The woman’s voice rang through Warren’s head a fourth time, although now it sounded much clearer than it had before, as if whoever was speaking was right in front of him. This served to emphasise her already enthralling tone, and Warren immediately peered down at the two masks upon hearing her single worded instruction… but found himself at a crossroads of sorts: So far, he couldn’t help but follow every command the voice had given him, but now there was a small pang of worry growing inside his stomach: What if he chose the wrong mask and made the voice upset somehow? He didn’t want to hear that beautiful voice become sad or angered…

Choose now…

Eyes darting back and forth as if they were watching a tennis match, Warren slowly reached a hand out as he tried to make a decision. Eventually his eyes rested onto the small white mask - he’d already considered it to be the cutest out of the two, so it would be rather fitting that he grab the mask that was as pretty as the voice in his head… Picking it up with both of his hands, Warren felt a shiver run through him as he felt the weight of the mask in his grasp: It was a little bit heavier than he expected, and the wood felt very rough and scratchy in his palms. Raising the mask so it was level with his face, Warren stared into its eyes again for a couple moments before turning it around to see the inside: There wasn’t anything interesting, although instead staring *at* the eyes, Warren now found himself looking *through* them - there was something… intriguing about how the room looked in them, even though there was hardly anything to actually look at.

Automatically now, Warren’s arms began to slowly pull backwards; bringing the mask closer and closer to his face as the urge to place the mask onto his face grew in a corner of his mind. As this happened, the voice didn’t say any sort of encouragement or protest, Warren took it as a good sign and continued indulging his impulse. However just as the wood grazed against his skin, a woman’s voice shouted out into his mind… But it wasn’t the voice he heard before: It was huskier, it was happier…. it was hungrier:

Mine~!

The mask suddenly pushed itself against Warren’s face, snapping him out of the dream-like state he’d been in for the past fifteen minutes. Almost immediately, he put his hands around the sides of the mask and tried to pry it off… but it wouldn’t even budge - it was like it was fused to his face now. Before he could really register what was going on, a violent shudder suddenly rushed through his body that caused the strength in his legs to suddenly disappear. Falling onto his knees, Warren continued to futilely try and pull the mask off until he felt a strange sensation building across his face; like someone had shoved their hand onto his face and started to massage it.

Underneath the mask, Warren’s face began to change: His nose shrank and became more button-like as the small amount of stubble dotting his jaw simply melted away along with most of the hair on his brows, leaving them thinner and fainter at the edges. His thin lips tingled ticklishly as they plumped out before gaining a black glossy sheen them that was darker than even the night sky outside. The structure of his face changed next; its angular edges smoothing out into a softer and rounder shape - if it weren’t for the mask currently on his head, Warren would have an oddly feminine face placed on an otherwise masculine body.

Suddenly a strong tugging sensation popped around the sides of Warren’s head - and then he was deaf. All he could hear for a moment or two was the fastening thump-thump of his heart as panic began to worm its way into him… then a massive tension quickly built at the top his head and he could hear again - in fact, Warren frowned underneath the mask as he felt that he could actually hear better than before: Even though he was deep inside the cave, he could now hear the gentle rustle of the leaves outside as they were brushed by the midnight breeze. However, the sense seemed to be coming from somewhere a bit higher than Warren expected his ears to be… nervously reaching upwards, Warren gasped as he felt a light furriness on his scalp - his *ears*!

As he touched and stroked the newly transformed organs, a prickling sensation coated his scalp as his short blond hair poured out from his head and all the way down past his shoulders. The thickness of his hair changed too; becoming coarser and in some parts tangled, giving a sort of feral hairstyle. Next, the healthy sandy colour began to dim rapidly as if the life was being drained out of it - within seconds, Warren’s hair was now a bushy mane of thick black hair. Coursing his hands thoroughly through the tangled mess, Warren couldn’t help but whimper “What the hell is happening to me?!” Not expecting the voices to reply, Warren’s mind began to race with theories and answers: If he’d been… hypnotised somehow to place this mask on, which seemed to be causing all of these changes, then that would mean he was turning into-

Ahhh, his heart beats fast now!

He knows.

- he was turning into whatever form these two voices desired! Feeling a scratchy tightness build around his throat, Warren took a nervous gulp before saying; “Please, just let me go! I don’t wa-ack!”

Your words spoil the fun~!

Placing a hand around his throat, Warren felt the tightness only continue to strengthen its grip around his neck - it felt like he was being strangled by an invisible hand! Dry coughs and hacks echoing around the chamber, Warren began to feel something in his throat tug inwards, leaving a sort of strange and uncomfortable smoothness there: His Adam’s apple had been completely erased, causing his voice to sound much softer and higher than before - a change that he discovered not long afterwards when he asked “Why are you doing th-ees?!” Hearing his undeniably girlier tone made him blush a little underneath the mask… but also caused a little frown to grow too: He wasn’t sure why, but the voice sounded familiar somehow…

It has been so long since we roamed this world. But no matter where we went, people ran from us.

But that was always fun!

They were so afraid of us that they eventually trapped us into these masks and left us inside this cave to be forgotten.

So boring down here - nothing to chase.

But soon… soon we will waken from this pale slumber and remind them - and you will help us.

The hunt is back on!

Warren opened his mouth to protest again, but all that came out was a cry of pain as his broad shoulders cracked and caved inwards whilst his spine snapped outwards slightly; leaving his posture in a “S” shape that made his chest and rear stick out in preparation for a future change… Meanwhile, a tight tugging sensation appeared around Warren’s limbs, as if multiple invisible hands were massaging and stroking them. Although Warren was still panicking, he couldn’t help but admit that this current feeling was a teeny bit… pleasurable. As he contemplated what this meant, he was unaware that his arms and legs were actually thickening slightly… but not with fat or flesh - they were getting toned with muscle, becoming leaner yet somehow managing to gain a sort of femininity to them: His body finally looked like one that complimented his face… but he was about to receive a change that would show the being he would soon become.

The tugging sensation disappeared from Warren’s limbs and immediately reappeared in his hands and feet: Looking down, Warren let out a light gasp as he saw the fingers on his left hand start to lengthen and slim out - they definitely looked daintier than ever before. Hidden by his socks, his feet shrunk a couple sizes as they adjusted to the weight his body had… as well as the extra weight he would soon gain in a couple areas. Initially Warren assumed this was the end of the changes, but he proven wrong as he saw the hair on his wrist prickle and stand on end - perhaps a cold breeze had entered the chamber? But as he continued to stare at his hand, Warren realised that the hair wasn’t bristling - it was growing. Ten seconds later and Warren’s hands were completely covered in shaggy black fur that spread all the way up to his elbow - in a way, they sort of reminded him of opera gloves… Anyways, he didn’t have time to think about that as his mind was drawn back to hands as the tugging sensation drifted up to the tips of his fingernails - fingernails that then started to stretch forwards in front of his eyes: In a matter of of seconds, Warren’s nails had reached a length that he wouldn’t have reached even if he’d never trimmed them - and instead of a curved ending, Warren remarked that they looked rather sharp and pointed…

Easier for catching prey! And now to make this body better for chasing…

Warren started to feel uncomfortable in his socks - they felt tighter by the second - hearing a small series of rips, he peered down to see that the same shaggy tufts of hair had sprouted around his ankles and was quickly climbing up to his knees. That same tugging sensation appeared around his toenails - Warren didn’t need to look down to know that they were becoming just as sharp as the recently added claws on his hand.

Mmmm, already perfect for hunting now! Can I go now, Lamb?

Not yet, dear Wolf - our friend here still has some final flickers of life before the end.

Warren suddenly doubled over as a cramp twisted his stomach - it felt like it was being squashed by its sides… and it was: His groans filled the air as his waist slowly pulled inwards, emphasising his already slender body and giving him a faint curve… a curve that was immediately improved upon as his waist began to push outwards, his pelvis creaking as it broadened into a pair of wide, womanly hips. Although the process definitely caused discomfort, Warren still felt that it leaned towards pleasure than anything like pain - he wasn’t entirely sure why this experience was so… sensual.

Because we want you to understand what it feels like to be us.

It’s so much fun~! We chase and hunt whoever we want forever and ever~!

And now we will show you just how fun it can be.

A warmth started to pool up around Warren’s chest and before he could begin to ponder what was about to happen, sparks of pleasure surged through his body as copious amounts of flesh began to fill out underneath his ribcage, causing the area around his nipples to swell swiftly into a pair of large round breasts that almost strained against his top. Placing a hand on the side of the altar to keep balance, Warren noticed how warm it had gotten underneath the mask - it must have been because of the heat from his pants and gasps. As he stood there, Warren quickly became aware that the warmth had now flowed onto to his rear… anticipating what was going to happen next, Warren braced himself… and gasped as he felt an intense heat focus instead on the area above, around the end of his spine.

The tugging sensation from earlier reappeared once more as a small nub began to protrude out above his backside, sending trickles through Warren’s body with every inch it gained. Eventually, a long thin appendage pushed its way out between his trousers and his shirt. Suffice to say, it felt extremely weird to feel something wriggle and flick around in the air - especially when it started to prickle with goosebumps due to the cold - although just like his wrists and legs earlier, the skin was quickly covered with a shaggy black fur. Curious to see this new addition to his body, Warren tried to make it stay still so he could get a good look at it - but all he could see was a flash of black in the corner of his vision. Getting increasingly annoyed by the second, he growled as the thought of chasing it in a circle popped into his mind, making him pause and let out a half hearted chuckle - he knew he was all alone down here, but not even that would mean he’d let himself act like an idiot.

What do you mean, “act like an idiot”?! Chasing my tail is fun!

The warmth then dripped down into Warren’s rear, which enlarged into a firm round butt that was toned from all the running it had done - and all the running it would do. His thighs followed suit, thickening out and adding yet another curve to his already voluptuous body. He almost complete, save for one final change - a change that was about to come about very soon.

Ahhh, I can’t wait for this bit! I’m already hungry just thinking about it…

This is it - shine once more before the end.

“The end?!” exclaimed Warren. “What - what do you meaaaaah!”

He was interrupted by a massive wave of bliss coursing through him, originating from his crotch as his member started to tense and rise up. Feeling an erection more powerful than he had ever had before, Warren was reduced to gasps and moans from the sheer pleasure broiling inside him. For at least half a minute, his length remained at full mast… when all that tension suddenly disappeared and it went flaccid; making Warren groan in response. As he stood there, peering down at his crotch and pouting at it, he was completely unaware that his member was actually still shrinking - it was smaller than it had ever been before; it was only when it submerged into his body that Warren knew something had happened, so he pulled his trousers back to see what-

“Holy shit! I-it’s goohhhhh!”

Another barrage of bliss shook Warren’s body as his testicles began to slowly follow his now nonexistent manhood, gradually pulling themselves inward and sending hot waves all over him with each and every tug. The pleasure was too much to resist now; Warren couldn’t help but instinctively thrust his hips and let out a long, lusty moan that bounced around the chamber as his mind began to fill with all kinds of racy images. But through the blur of all those raunchy, steamy scenes… one in particular seemed to be the clearest - seemed to be taking over all of the others - one of a woman with white hair who looked similar to the way Warren did now: Her arms and legs were covered in the same thick fur that he had, but it was coloured the same dazzling white that covered her head, although there was a black object nestled above her head - it was the long black mask that was still resting on the altar. Not only that, but there was something about the woman that seemed oddly familiar somehow - for some reason, Warren felt like he’d known this beautiful woman all his life.

This is how we feel for each other.

We will always be together.

Something clicked in Warren’s mind and he came to the realisation that the soft and beautiful voice that had lead him to this cave - but instead of panicking or getting angry, he sighed lustfully as a smile grew on his face: Of course such a voice would belong to such a woman! His heart flickered and skipped as a desire to reach out and embrace the woman intensified - images of the two of them doing much more than embracing began to overwhelm his thoughts, and a different sort of heat emanated from his crotch as a result. The sensation felt strange… and yet it was because he’d never felt anything like it before that made it even more arousing, especially as his testicles continued to pull inwards. A couple moments later and they slipped inside, causing Warren to let out a long shrieking howl as a warm stickiness coated his thighs - then something strange happened. There was something rising in the back of of this throat - not literally, but there was an urge to just scream something building inside him… but what?

You know what to say.

I do! I want to say it - I need to say it!

And then the word suddenly came to him: No, it wasn’t just a word.. it was a name. A name that was filled with companionship, with happiness… with love. Just as more pleasure was about to spill out of him, Warren leaned his head back before yelling out in a passion filled tone:

“Laaaaaamb~!”

Warren suddenly collapsed to the floor, the mask on his face clattering as it slammed into the floor and came loose. As he lay there, the final part of transformation occured: His memories and sense of self began to blur and fade away, being replaced with only thoughts of Lamb - they were to be together for eternity, to be never be parted in any way…

To never be one…

“Without the other…”

Warren’s eyes opened - but they weren’t his eyes anymore: Instead of being the lively earthy green they had always been, they were now the same spectral greyish blue that the masks had. Standing up, Wolf tilted her head upwards and sniffed the air inquisitively.

“Lamb, where are you?” she asked. “I smell you… but I cannot see you anywhere.”


“I am here, dear wolf.”

Looking down, Wolf saw Lamb’s mask on the altar and smiled. “I must find you a body - like how you found one for me.”

A face suddenly popped into Wolf’s mind: A face of a young man. For some reason, there was a sort of… familiarity to him - for one reason or another, Wolf felt like he was the perfect choice for Lamb. Carefully picking the long dark mask up off the altar, Wolf was about to attach it to her hip when she noticed the strange attire she was wearing and as soon as she did, an itchiness instantly broke out all other body that caused her to growl and snarl. Placing the mask back down on the altar for a moment, Wolf began to use her sharp black claws to tear the thin fabric like a knife through butter. Within seconds, the tatters of the irritating clothing lay scattered across the damp stone floor.

A strange mist slowly rose out of the pieces, a mist which aimlessly drifted up towards Wolf and began to spread across her naked form. Slowly but surely a black skintight one-piece began to form across her torso, coating it completely in a matter of seconds. As it passed over her breasts, Wolf shivered and bit her lip as tingles of bliss trickled out from her nipples. As it finally reached her shoulders, Wolf picked up the mask again and attached it to her waist before walking back upstairs, hips and tail swaying with every step.

Back into the forest - into the world - again, Wolf took a moment to take in the atmosphere; sighing as a cool breeze washed over her. Her ears twitched as she heard a fox rummaging through the undergrowth in the distance… and a hungry glint appeared in her eyes: It had been so long since she had chased something down… But then her nose picked up a familiar a scent: A musky, masculine scent that seemed familiar somehow - the image of that young man appeared again and Wolf realised that it was his scent. As fun as it would be to go on a hunt… being with Lamb was always more important.

Instead of walking or sprinting in the direction of the trail, Wolf’s legs began to melt away into the same ghostly mist that had formed her one-piece earlier - and then she dashed off into the night, gliding and swerving through the trees to find where the trail ended. Eventually Wolf found herself standing in front of a tent and willed her legs to materialise back to normal. Licking her lips, she then began to carefully sneak her way inside, slinking through the folds and immediately seeing the young man she envisioned laying in some sort of cocoon-like bed in front of her - there was also a second, empty bed opposite him, but Wolf paid no attention to it. Getting onto her knees, Wolf crawled over to the man and was soon knelt over him. She then pulled her short white mask up to her forehead to reveal her face, she couldn’t stop herself from smiling as she unclasped Lamb’s mask and began to slowly bring it up to the young man’s face.

Liam, who had been peacefully sleeping throughout everything that had occurred tonight, was suddenly woken up by the soft warm tickles of breath hitting his face.

“Warren, what the hell are you-” Opening his eyes, Liam gasped as he saw nothing but a pair of pale blue orbs hungrily peering down at him. A couple moments later and his eyes adjusted to the dark, allowing him to see that they were a part of woman’s face - but before he could even ask her what the hell she was doing, the woman moved an arm and something suddenly pressed itself against his face.

As the young man started to squirm and wriggle, Wolf chuckled sultrily as she sensed Lamb’s influence spread across his body - she could see it too, as the physical changes happened much quicker than they did with her: Watching waists widen, breasts balloon and thighs thicken… As Liam’s groans shifted into soft honeyed moans made Wolf’s ears twitch as that wonderful sound filled the air. Moments later; a wet slurping sound followed by a sweet fragrance clouding the air told Wolf everything that she needed to know.

“Lamb?” She asked before tilting her head. “Are you there?”

“….Always, dear wolf.”

Although Wolf had heard that voice countless times for the centuries that they had been trapped together in the cave… but for the first time, it was filled with excitement and happiness; Wolf couldn’t help but grin in response. "We’re finally free - but what do we do now?“ Lamb began to sit up, so Wolf backed away and rested on her knees, her tail wagging expectantly as the useless pyjamas on Lamb melted away in a white one-piece. Lifting up her long dark mask to reveal the exact same face, Lamb replied ”What we’ve been wanting to for all these years: Chase and hunt.“

Upon hearing this, Wolf immediately stood up and bounced around the tent. ”Yes! Let’s chase and chase and chase~!“ She then stopped abruptly as a new scent drifted into her senses and immediately turned in the direction that it seemed to come from. Understanding that this action meant, Lamb placed a hand on her hip before asking sweetly; ”What is it, dear wolf? Have you found something already?“ Wolf simply nodded in response as her more bestial urges began to take over.



"I sense worthy prey~!"

”Then let us chase to your heart’s content.“

Wolf melted once more into her shadowy self before following Lamb out of the tent as she skipped gracefully away into the forest, ready to continue chasing those whose lives had burned for as bright and as long as they needed to… until fate decided they were ready to be snuffed out by the Kindred.