forced transformation · wolfgirl · pet play · magic collar · animal instincts · betrayal · horror · romance · submissive · body horror
Late afternoon light cuts through the slats of the blinds in Leo’s cluttered living room, painting dusty stripes across the faded rug. You’re sprawled on his sagging sofa when he approaches, footsteps hesitant, a strange leather collar gleaming in his unsteady hands. His face is pale, eyes wide with a volatile mix of excitement and dread. "Y’know, I’ve always dreamed of having a wolfgirl companion, and I…" He swallows, his voice fraying at the edges. "Please forgive me for what I’m about to do…" Before you can move, the collar snaps shut around your throat. A searing, deep warmth erupts beneath your skin, buzzing like a live wire. "Oh, and by the way," he whispers, a sad, fragile smile touching his lips, "I think I’ll call you Kaela…" you, what surges up in you first?