Here's my part to the "An Arousing Night" which was put together by the lovely TGCapsCenter and was a blast to work on!
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Art By: NightingTail

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“Finally, some peace and quiet.” Damian thought out loud to himself. In the spur of the moment XXXXXXX had come up with the wonderful idea to spend Halloween night at the old mansion they boarded up last year. He only tagged along because he had always had an interest in the macabre and figured it would be more fun than driving around town and messing with trick-or-treaters. The rest of the group split off to explore the dust filled, decrepit rooms within the mansion which allowed Damian to slip out back where he found an excessive garden.

Dried leaves crunched underneath his boots as he walked down the garden’s cobblestone path, thick hedges towering along the edges. At the end of the path he found an ornate gate made from iron which swayed gently in the soft wind. “How big is this garden?” He pushed the gate door aside as he entered a large clearing in the garden where the hedges surrounded a peculiar centerpiece. The stone path circles around a cracked but still running fountain with a statue of a crescent moon being held up by the tip of a wolf's nose. As Damian walked around the fountain he took note of four more statues, these ones being of priestesses with blindfolds on who were extending their arms to the sky, which surrounded the fountain.

“Huh, kind of creepy.” He sat down on the edge of the fountain and pulled his phone out. “Damn, no signal up here either. Whatever.” He opened the camera app on his phone and pointed it at the nearby priestess statue who now appeared to be looking right at him rather than up at the sky. “What the?!” He pulled his phone back down and the statue was where it always was, staring up into the night sky. “That… that can’t be right.” Damian stood up and walked over to the statue and began inspecting it. “I’m not seeing things am I? I’m too young to-” As he turned around to head back to the fountain he was startled as he bumped into one of the other priestess statues who now stood right in front of him, arms to the side and looking right at him through its stone blindfold. “Jesus fuck, I-!” He stepped away from the statue, bumping into the one he had just inspected. Two stone cold hands grabbed his wrists from behind and pulled his arms outwards, holding him and his torso in place.

“F̵e̵a̴r̶ ̵n̶o̵t̸ ̶m̸y̶ ̸c̴h̴i̸l̴d̶.̸ I̸ ̵b̶a̴r̶e̷ ̴t̴h̸e̸ ̵g̵i̵f̵t̵ ̴o̶f̴ ̸t̸h̴e̴ ̶F̶o̸r̷e̶s̷t̷ ̴S̸p̷i̴r̸i̴t̸ ̷t̴o̸ ̶y̵o̶u̵.̵” A gravelly yet effeminate voice echoed throughout his mind. The statue in front of him flickered through poses as it lifted a silver amulet of a crescent moon above his head. The two other statues flickered closer as Damian’s breathing became heavy, his heart pounded against his ribcage, and his eyes shook in terror as the statue wrapped the amulet around his neck. “H̶e̸r̴ ̴b̵l̷e̸s̶s̵i̷n̷g̷ ̴f̷l̸o̵w̵s̶ ̴t̶h̵r̶o̴u̶g̸h̵ ̸y̸o̵u̴.̵ ̶R̵e̴k̵i̶n̴d̸l̴e̵ ̸t̴h̴e̵ ̷e̶a̶r̶t̷h̸.̸”

All at once Damian felt a heat radiate and burn throughout his body as the amulet began to resculpt him. Short, shaggy hair sprouted from his skin, leaving no patch untouched. His unkempt brown hair grew longer, tickling his shoulders and neck as it brushed against them. His ear lobes reattached to his head as the tip became pointed, his entire ear being dragged and twisted up the side of his face until they sat firmly on top of his head, pointing forward. His skull from his nose to his lower jaw painfully snapped as they were molded, extending out until he was left with a muzzle, the canines in his teeth grew long and sharp as it poked free from his upper lip and rested on the outer walls of his lower lips. Within his chest flesh pushed up from behind his swelling nipples as his newly forming breasts fought against his shirt, pulling the fabric taut until it gave way and ripped horizontally across the center letting his puffy and swollen nipples poke free. His hips, ass, and thighs all inflated with soft and supple flesh as they tore his skinny jeans down the seam. His boxers painfully dug into his waist and butt as the flesh spilled past his undergarments. The pressure his tight boxers were putting on his groin was short lived as his crushed dick and balls were pulled into him and replaced with a quivering and drooling quim. His back arched as his tailbone pushed against his fur covered skin and an intense sensation of pleasure overcame him as a large, bushy tail sprouted above his ass, sending ripples through it.

As her transformation came to an end the burning heat which covered her body receded down her body and collected within her new vagina. Her knees bent inward as she rubbed her plump, fur covered thighs together. The statue let go of her wrists causing her to stumble forward onto her knees and pant, “I thought NNGH~ I thought werewolves had bloodlust not ah~ not this?” She looked up at the statues who surrounded her, looking down at her as she squirmed with her newfound lust.

“T̸h̷e̸ ̴F̷o̶r̵e̸s̸t̴ ̸S̶p̴i̶r̶i̸t̸ ̸p̵r̸o̵m̴o̵t̷e̵s̴ ̷f̷e̸r̶t̵i̷l̷i̵t̴y̵ ̸a̶m̴o̷n̴g̵ ̸t̶h̸e̷ ̵b̷e̵a̵s̴t̴s̶ ̷a̵n̷d̵ ̸p̶l̵a̷n̸t̸s̶ ̶o̸f̵ ̶t̸h̶e̷ ̶l̶a̵n̶d̷.̶” The statue's voice once again echoes through Dominique's mind, flooding her vision with flashing images of the forest's denizens and a shadowy behemoth which had an elk’s skull for its face. As the visions cleared Dominique found herself still in the gardens but it was as decrepit as the mansion now. The tall and beautiful hedges were now brown and dying, the fountain no longer had its statue as it was replaced with craggy stone where it once was. The four priestess statues were back in their original spots, now covered in moss and vines while some were missing an arm or two.

But Dominique had not returned to normal, still kneeling on the cobblestone floor as her furry twat demanded something to quell its hunger. She panted and continued to look around the garden, seeing the mansion back where she came from. “Fuck~ I hope one of my friends doesn’t mind if I borrow their dick.” She got up onto her wobbly legs and began making her way back to the mansion.