Recursion C.3.

RECURSION

C.3.

“Help! Help me!”

Johanna snaps awake from her forest nap and climbs to her feet. Her heart is beating quickly and she snatches up her heavy woodsman axe and looks around. Her ears twitch and rove, seeking the source of the sound. Listening…

“Help!”

There! Johanna creeps through the woods, her tail is low and stiff, her hands tight around the wooden handle of her axe. She breathes in the air and smells something unexpected in the familiar forest tapestry. That way. She tucks her ears back and creeps, carefully, slowly, silent like stalking a deer, axe held ready, following the scent.

“Hhhhelllpppp…”

Johanna gasps, it’s a woman, or at least most of one, a head and naked torso laying in the leaves. The torso-woman is alive and uninjured, Johanna doesn’t smell any blood, but she doesn’t have any limbs: no arms, no legs, just smooth unblemished skin on rounded shoulders and plush hips. The torso-woman is beautiful, pale and freckled, with striking red hair, and generous breasts that wobble with her panicked breath. She’s scared! And upset! Johanna drops her axe and goes to the helpless truncated woman. “Hey, hey, you’re alright.”

“Who are you!?” The woman asks, eyes wild with fear.

“Johanna,” Johanna stammers, it’s been such a long time since she’s spoken to anyone, let alone a beautiful naked torso woman. She blushes and tries to stand straighter, worried about what she looks like with her scruffy red plaid lumberjack shirt and patched wool trousers, her unkempt honey blonde ponytail, her dirty old boots, her canine tail… “I live here in the forest,” she mumbles.

“Oh.”

“Who are you?”

The torso woman wriggles helplessly, blinks back tears, and Johanna tries not stare at her breasts. “I’m Olivette,” she whines.

Johanna crouches next to her, but is careful not to touch her. She can smell the fear oozing from Olivette’s limbless body and doesn’t want to make things worse. “What are you doing here, and… what happened to you?”

Olivette looks away, works her jaw, “I was in the woods hunting for wild mushrooms and… there was a witch… and she cursed me… stole my arms and legs… I woke up here… abandoned… alone...”

“I’m sorry,” Johanna says, “I’m sure there must be a cure.”

Olivette looks at her and tries on a weak smile, “Do you think so?”

Johanna nods, although she’s hardly an expert in curses, except maybe the one.

Olivette smiles and relaxes a little, her smooth shoulders and back releasing tension, “Thank you.”

“Can I bring you back to my cabin?” Johanna asks, glancing around. “It’ll be dark soon, and the forest isn’t safe for someone…”

“Without arms or legs?”

Johanna nods, a little grim. This forest is not always the nice storybook kind. Johanna takes a deep nervous breath: “Will you be my guest?”

Olivette smirks, “How can I decline such a gallant invitation?”

“Great!” Johanna grins and feels her tail wag. “Uh,” she adds with a blush, “May I touch you?”

“What!?” Olivette is blushing too, face and tits. Johanna can smell her shame but also… is that interest? Johanna feels a shiver run up her tail and spine. But no! Bad!

“Not like that!” Johanna stammers. “I need to carry you.”

“Oh…” Olivette murmurs, face clouded by a complicated mix of emotion. “Of course.”

Johanna bends down, slides her strong lean arms under Olivette’s bare back, and picks her up off the ground, cradling her limbless torso to her body, chest to chest, one hand resting between Olivette’s shoulders, the other holding the plush swell of her ass. Olivette is so warm in her arms, her skin so silky soft, her chest rising and falling with breath, her scent… 

“Shall we?” Olivette asks.

“Of course.”

Johanna carries Olivette back to her cabin, carefully focusing on the walk. “I’m not too heavy am I?” Olivette asks.

“No,” Johanna says, since she’s wiry and strong from living alone in the forest.

“You really live out here? By yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Why do you have such big ears?”

Johanna blushes and feels her canine ears twitch guiltily. “The better to hear you with.”

“And the tail?”

Johanna sighs, “Let’s say I also have some familiarity with forest witches.” Which isn’t a lie, but not entirely the truth either.

“Oh,” Olivette says, perhaps too polite to ask more. 

“Here we are,” Johanna says, turning so Olivette can see her small one room cabin. It wasn’t much, to be honest, but it’s hers and she’s proud of it. When Johanna first found the cabin, fleeing and alone and scared, it had been nothing but a stone foundation and rotting wood, and she’d spent her years in the forest slowly rebuilding it. She’d restacked the chimney, replaced the beams and walls, built a new roof, and then a second better roof that didn’t leak. She’d traded furs and trinkets for tools and materials to add windows and a proper door and a few splashes of paint. She’d learned to build furniture and filled her home with clever things she’d made. She’d constructed a shed for her woodwork and a cute outhouse and a big garden, vegetables mostly, but also flowers and tea and cannabis. It was home. “Welcome.”

“Thank you,” Olivette says in her arms, “It’s very cute.”

Johanna smiles and feels her tail wag. She carries Olivette through the garden and across the threshold into her home. She gently places the truncated woman on her narrow bed, arranges pillows, and props Olivette so she’s seated upright, a beautiful face and naked torso resting on her sheets. “Are you alright? Do you need anything?” Johanna asks. “Some food? Water?” She whispers, “The outhouse?”

Olivette blushes, “No… no I’m fine. Thank you. And thank you for rescuing me.”

“It’s nothing.” Johanna pokes at the embers in the hearth, works to restart the flame. It’s already evening and the nights were unseasonably chill. She should cook something, that’s something hosts do. She could make a stew, maybe mushrooms and venison? Would Olivette enjoy that? It’s been so long since she’d had a guest. Especially a beautiful woman…

Olivette groans suddenly and Johanna nearly jumps out of her skin. “Are you alright? What happened?”

Olivette is flushed and breathing rapidly. She squirms on the bed and Johanna can smell her musk, her… arousal?  “It’s my curse…”

“Your missing limbs?”

“No! The other one!”

“You have more than one curse?”

“I haven’t been completely honest with you,” Olivette gasps, “I wasn’t in the woods collecting mushrooms…” She moans and wriggles and Johanna can smell wet quim. “I was seeking out the witch…”

“Why would you do that?”

“Be-because,” she whimpers, “To fix me!”

“Fix?”

“I had gone to her once before, for help. I had been so unlucky in love and I asked for a potion, a spell to make me irresistible.” Olivette moans, “She obliged, but the potion didn’t bring me suitors, it…” Olivette stretches out her long neck and makes a carnal sighing sound that makes all the hairs on Johanna’s arms stand up, makes her crotch pulse and ache. “It, ahh, it made me wanton. I became a whore, a maniac addicted to sexual congress, to fucking, men and women,  almost beasts….” Her lips tremble and her eyes wince with need, “I yearn to fuck with my entire being.”

“Ah…” 

“I wh-went back to the Witch to demand she fix me! Free me from this perverted curse! But instead she took my limbs! Cast me into the forest! Told me to learn to enjoy my self-inflicted lot in life!” Olivette licks her lips, stares into Johanna’s eyes, “You have to help me…”

“Of cour…”

“You have to fuck me. Now!”

“What!?” Johanna’s heart is racing and her crotch is an inflamed ache. She can taste Olivette’s need, a heady perfume that boils her blood, she can hear the thunder of Olivette’s racing heart, hear her trembling breath, she can see her achingly hard nipples, the wet bloom of her hungry quim. “I can’t… it would be taking advantage…”

“No… please… I need this! I want to, ohhh, thank you for taking me in! Ahhh….” Olivette whimpers, “Oh saints, I need it so badly! It… it hurts! If I don’t orgasm it becomes painful!” 

“Oh…”

“I’d, saints, I’d take care of my own needs, I would… but I can’t! I’m helpless!” She blushes darkly, a look of embarrassment and intense arousal warring on her face. “Please! I need you!”

Johanna is frozen, unsure, torn between her intention to be good and her own growing desire. She worries her lip, “Are you sure?”

“Yes! Yes! Fuck me!”

Johanna breaks, succumbs, rips off her plaid shirt, buttons flying, baring her two small breasts and the six nipples that trail down her torso. She growls, tail flexed, and tugs off her boots and trousers, revealing her erect canine cock, the pointed pink spear of flesh engorged and unsheathed, her knot swollen, a beast hungry for quim. Olivette gasps, eyes wide, not with fear or loathing, but with naked desire. “Yes,” she begs, “Yes! Put it in me! Fuck me!”

Johanna rushes to the bed, climbs up over Olivette, her cock is aching hard, and she’s panting like a bitch. Olivette stares into her eyes, a look of lust and admiration and pleading. Johanna opens her mouth to say something but instead feels something uncage within her soul! A sudden tearing! A bestial fury! She throws back her head and howls! The beast! The beast is breaking free!

The moon!

Tonight is a full moon!

Johanna watches in horror as her hands swell and sprout hairs, fingernails lengthening into claws. “Olivette…” she growls, as thick grew grey fur sprouts on her shoulders and back, as her body swells with muscle, her chest crowding with eight breasts, “I’m sorry…”

“Werewolf…” Olivette gasps, fear and lust in her eyes. 

“Yes….” Johanna growls as her face pushes out into a lupine muzzle, her body expanding, her cock raging with need.

“I… ahnnn…” Olivette moans, “I still want you! Fuck me! Ravage me! Be my monster!”

Johanna howls, overcome with carnal fury, beast and woman united with desire! She grasps Olivette by the shoulder and flips her, belly down, ass and quim presented in the air like a good bitch. Johanna growls, low and long, and plunges her huge bestial cock into the boiling embrace of Olivette’s quim, drives herself deep inside, knot smashing into Olivette, stretching her, filling her. Olivette gasps and wriggles, bucks and moans, “Yesssss….” Johanna starts to thrust, harder, faster, a furious beast, powerful, unchained, clutching Johanna to her chest, lifting her, hammering into her, ravaging… Olivette whimpers and squeals as she orgasms. “Yessss! Yes! Fuck me monster!” Johanna tongue is out, breath panting, hips pounding, cock too hot, too hard, Olivette so tight, squirming, moaning, screeching into the bed as she comes again and again. Johanna howls! Feels herself explode! Cock erupting! Hot bestial seed flooding into Olivette! 

Johanna is overcome! 

Unthinking! 

Bites down on Olivette’s shoulder! 

Fangs breaking skin!

Olivette shrieks in pleasure! Orgasms!

Johanna reels! 

What has she done? 

She stares at the bloody bite mark on Olivette’s body, watches in horrified recognition as the wounds rapidly closes, as fine white fur sprouts on Olivette’s skin.

“What?” Olivette says breathlessly, squirming helplessly, still joined to Johanna by her swollen knot, still locked together fucking. Johanna whimpers as Olivette’s ears grow pointed and long and her nose and lips turn black. She growls, “What’s happening to me…” she sprouts a tail and her torso body crowds with eight heavy tits, a limbless ripe werewolf bitch. She barks in surprised discomfort and the blunt stumps of her shoulders and hips ripple and bulge, push out strange growths that twist and swell, resolve into paws and stubby legs like on a short breed of sheep dog. Olivette barks and waggles her tiny new limbs uselessly, still knotted to Johanna, still welded together at the crotch. “Carry me…” she growls as her face stretches into a canine muzzle…”Carry me outside… I want to howl at the moon!”

Johanna stands, cradling Olivette’s white-furred little werewolf body to hers, and walks out through the cabin door.

They step outside into the chill moonlight air>>>