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This is thanks?

"No. I'd rather not," you say stepping back.

The wolf gets an evil grin. "Sorry, mate. I'm not calling you that because I'm from Down Under." He grabs you, and you're slammed to the ground and pain erupts in your shoulder as long teeth penetrate deep into your flesh. You scream. The creature pulls its mouth back, the expression on his face showing how much he enjoyed the taste.

Then the creature starts to mutter something in a guttural tone. Even with the pain in your shoulder you can feel some sort of energy entering into you.

"What's going on?" Jennifer yells as she comes through the door.

"Help me!" you scream, but before she can react a man in robes appears next to her in the doorway and speaks words you don't understand. Suddenly the wolf is lifted up off of you and ignites on fire. The robed man says another few words and the fire around the wolf intensifies. In seconds, the beast is nothing by ash on the wind.

Jennifer runs to your side, "Holy shit. Are you all... right?" She blinks at the same time the energy in you spikes upward. You feel pain as your bones and muscles shift. The pain intensifies and you scream louder. The robed man sighs and says something, knocking you unconscious.

Some time later you wake up on the floor of what appears to be a library in the castle. You feel sore and look around. Both Jennifer and the man had been sitting at a small table across the room. They look at you, and Jennifer giggles. "Welcome back to the living," she says.

You lift your hand up and feel the wrapping over your left shoulder. Whatever happened when you were out, you must had been given something for the pain. You don't feel any. Still there is good deal of blood on the wrap.

Then you see it. Them really. Your breasts. Two female breasts right below your line of vision. You stare in disbelief before saying in a deep female voice, "Am I drugged? I really hope I'm drugged. Please tell me I'm drugged."

Jennifer snickers. "Nope. Apparently the creature was planning on making you its bitch. Good luck trying to get back home with a passport with a man's picture in it."

The man clears his throat and speaks in a foreign tongue.

Jennifer turns and nods to him, "Okay. Okay. I'll tell him. Her. I'll tell her."

"HIM," you say firmly to her.

"Not with hips like that you're not," she replies.

The man speaks again for a short bit and turns to Jennifer. She translates.

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