Cerberus
by Kora

Deep in the woods, far from civilization, an ancient beast wakes after a long hibernation. He could tell, the world had changed since last he was awake. The landscape felt different to him, signaling the possibility of prospective candidates. As the large figure exited the caves he hid in, his senses opened up, and he could feel the presence of life nearby. It was time to investigate.

Not far from the beast's cave was a family farm that housed cattle and chickens. The husband of the household had fallen ill and had to be moved to the neighboring town's clinic. This left the farm under the care of the 46 year old housewife, face with light wrinkles and brown hair that flowed like silk. Fortunately, the couple had a daughter, now 20 years of age, who had been helping with the animals. From well beyond the house's threshold, the mother could be heard yelling at her daughter, whom had snuck off for the better part of the day to be with her boyfriend.

“Don't you understand, Claire, I need you here?” The mother scolded her daughter. “I don't want you seeing him until your father gets well again!”

Claire pouted “But mom! We're supposed to go to the fair this weekend! Surely you can manage one day without me!” The girl retorted.

“This is not up for debate! I can't keep up with everything around here, and I forbid you from seeing that boy!” The mother yelled.

Frustrated, Claire pivoted and stormed out the door. Her mind was filled with irrational thoughts of running away. She felt like her parents didn't want her to have a life of her own, and found some twisted satisfaction out of locking her down. She needed to get out of the house, and simply ran. For how long Claire ran, she did not know. It wasn't until she stumbled over a tree root that she was brought back to her senses. Gazing around, she realized she had managed to venture into the woods.

Claire heard a low growl emanating from behind a nearby tree. Slowly, a large wolf-like creature crept into her view, his head low. Claire found herself frozen with fear at the imposing beast. Surely, if the wolf simply raised his head, his nose would touch her shoulder. Suddenly, the wolf's eyes glowed a deep red, and a sudden force washed over Claire, shredding her clothes clean from her body and causing her to stumble. The wolf took the opportunity and lunged at the helpless girl. All Claire could do was scream.

“Claire? Claaaaaaaaaaaire!” the mother called out, looking for her daughter. The night was dark, and she could not see where Claire had run off too. She knew the woods were dangerous at night, and could not help but feel worry wash over her at the thought of her daughter being injured or mauled. The mother reached the outer ridge of the woods, hesitating for a moment and pondering if she should venture forward considering the possibility Claire might have gone in ahead.

After a few moments, the mother stepped forward into the woods and continued her search. “Claire?” she called again, praying for a response. It felt like she was being watched, and a heavy sense of dread entered her mind as she continued. The night was dank, making the soil loose and difficult to tread in. A light rustle and a faint whimper from behind a large tree caught the mother's attention.

“Claire?” She called once more, approaching a figure that was large enough to be a person. The figure then stood and turned around, stepping forward and allowing the faint vestiges of moonlight to illuminate its body. There, before the mother's eyes, stood a large wolf straining to move. It wasn't until the initial shock of the beast's large form that she realized why the wolf had difficulty moving.

Claire's body had been somehow tangled with the wolf's. One of her arms was protruding from the beasts's side, while the other was merging with the wolf's foreleg. Claire's hips had sunk into the wolf's haunches, and like her arms, her legs had been tangled with the wolf's legs. Claire's flesh melted and mixed with savage fur, and the girl's head stuck out from the right of the beasts's.

“M-mom...” Claire whimpered, tears streaming down her cheeks. “Please..help me...”

The mother froze for what seemed like an eternity. She could see Claire's figure slowly sinking into the wolf's body. With each passing moment, more and more of Claire's flesh disappeared under tufts of fur, and it did not take long for Claire's free hand to start to meld with the wolf's paw. As more of Claire vanished, the wolf gained more mobility, who then let out a low growl at the mother.

The wolf's growl snapped the mother back to reality. She turned to run, only to feel a force hit her back so strong that not only knocked her over, but shredded her clothes. The wolf lunged at the mother and pounced on her hind quarters. To her dismay, she could feel a large meaty rod poking at her nethers. The wolf humped with such force that he plunged his dripping member almost completely inside the woman in the first try.

Claire began to cry “Moooooom! Mooh-ohm!” She sobbed, feeling every inch of the wolf's forearm length cock penetrate her mother. It felt like there wasn't any room left to accommodate the two headed beast's member any further. Suddenly, as the mother let out a blood curdling scream, the base of the wolf's cock began to swell, locking them in place, costing the mother any chance she may have had to escape. She tugged at the member, struggling, but the wolf's knot was far too large for her to pull free from.

The beast ceased his humping for a moment and lowered his chest against the mother's back, pressing down on her. Despite the wolf's initial aggressive behavior, he seemed to be far more relaxed now that his fur was brushing the woman's back. Regardless, that did not help ease the woman's mind. She continued to kick her legs, and which with each kick, could feel the wolf's testicles slapping her groin. Desperately, she kicked once more with all her strength, and finally she could feel her hips begin to move!

However, the movement of the woman's hips was not what she had anticipated. Rather than separating from the wolf, the flesh of her hips had started to melt and mingle with the wolf's. Her hipbone slowly sank into the body of the wolf. She knew something was wrong, but she simply could not look behind her to see what had started to transpire. The more her hips sank, the more her bone disintegrated, causing a soft wet crunching and smacking sound to emanate from her posterior.

The more her hips merged with the wolf's, the more movement she could feel inside her abdomen. This time, she could feel something pushing through her, and deep down she knew it was the wolf's cock. While the beasts's cock worked itself free, distending from her abdomen, the woman's legs started to melt and mingle with the wolf's legs, causing her rampant squirming to weaken to a halt. The woman kept telling her legs to move, but her appendages could only weakly reply. Instead, the more her legs vanished into the wolf's legs, the more of the wolf's frame and musculature she could feel.

It was as soon as the wolf's cock completely freed itself, then dangling phallus being fully aware to the mother's sense of self, that she went into full panic. Screaming and crying for help, her torso felt as if it was being sucked upwards into the wolf's body. As soon as her spine dissolved  just below her shoulders, the woman's head rapidly shifted upwards and positioned itself to the left of the wolf's head. The woman's new perspective allowed her to see more of the transformation that had been occurring, and quickly she realized just how frightened Claire must have been to experience this psychologically wracking assimilation.

The mother looked to her right to gaze upon her daughter. Rather than seeing Claire's beautiful face, high cheekbones, and mouth that would once smile so wide, the mother was met with a horrifying visage that was twisting and shifting with each passing moment. Claire's face was stuck, shifted somewhere halfway between human and wolf. Tears streamed down Claire's cheeks, but the lass's expression told a much different story. Claire looked up, panting with her canine tongue dangling, almost as if she were smiling. In fact, the woman could somehow sense that Claire's state of mind was being altered somehow.

Sensing her mother looking at her, Claire turned to meet her mother while her face continued to slowly shift. Claire's thoughts reached her mother through their shared physical connection.

“Don't worry, mother” Clarie mentally spoke with the woman in a vapid tone. “I'm not mad anymore”. Claire looked back up at the sky. “In fact, I can't even remember why I was mad. Everything is such a blur, ever since I woke up in that cave today and came looking for you”.

It was then that the mother knew that Claire's sense of self was being overwritten by the wolf.

“No, Claire! You must fight it! Don't let this monster take you over!” The woman cried aloud.

Claire turned to face her mother again, her expression shifting from gleeful to sad for a brief moment, then back to gleeful as the last of Claire's human visage was covered in fur. There was nothing left of the lass. In Claire's place rest a wolf-like head identical to the wolf's original head.

The woman looked down at her hands, still praying that somehow there was a way out. However, what her eyes laid rest on was not a pair of human hands, rather a pair of swollen fleshy protrusions coming from the wolf's paws and legs. It did not take long for the woman to realize that her breasts were almost completely gone, forever sunken into the wolf's chest.

The wolf, still stiff and excited from intercourse, resumed humping as soon as the woman's hips and legs were fully absorbed. He repeatedly thrust his cock in the air until finally a generous stream of cum splattered the soil beneath them. The woman felt an immense wave of both pleasure and confusion at her first orgasm with a penis. The intensity of the orgasm rocked her mind numb, nearly exhausting her senses.

Suddenly, an unpleasant crackling came from her mouth and nose. Slowly and uncomfortably, the woman's face began to elongate. She scrunched her nose and gritted her teeth, hoping somehow that would stop the transformation. There was not much else she could do at this point, since most of her body had disappeared into the wolf's fur.

“Don't fight it”, two voices creeped into the woman's mind. “We are Savage, and we are one.”

Blankly, the woman gazed forward. She could feel the wolf's thoughts mingle with her own, which calmed her though if only because her sense of self had started to fade. Regardless, the woman's day had started to blur. Slowly her consciousness faded, being overpowered by the wolf's own awareness. The wolf snarled, and like he did with Claire, allowed the mother to retain more than enough of her memories to serve his will. After all, he needed knowledge about this new world and how to survive it. However, that did not stop him from replacing the former consciousness of his two new heads with copies of his own. As the woman's face shifted into another identical head, the three headed beast let out a large howl.

Combined with the wolf's consciousness and their past memories, the former Claire quickly established himself as headstrong and impulsive. While the original wolf was certainly more feral and aggressive, the former mother established himself as intelligent and cunning. The wolf tread lightly through the woods, allowing his two new “brothers” to accommodate themselves.

“Hungry...” The middle head thought, drool dripping from his maw. “Farm near...meat...” The former Claire suggested, licking his lips. “Agreed, cattle to feat upon.” The former mother concurred, tilting his head down.

Thus, an ancient beast forged from long ago returned to the world.