The pink mane wolf hit the floor, her pink mane-wolf form collapsing. Her body began its brutal, erotic transformation with wet, squelching sounds, muscles ripping and reforming in seconds.
The massive wolf snout sheared downward and inward, bones grinding and cartilage melting as her muzzle retracted sharply into a delicate human face—cheekbones sharpening, lips plump and glossy, eyes shifting from feral glowing cyan to piercing pink with long lashes framing them.
Her black cracked horns curved and softened, peeling away from her skull to merge into elegant, spiraling black horns now sprouting from her forehead like demonic jewelry.
Her thick, spiky mane melted and cascaded into silky, voluminous pink hair that tumbled wildly over her shoulders in messy waves.
Her purple-gray scales faded in patches, turning translucent skin that glowed with a healthy sheen, while the remaining cracked, spiked patterns on her arms and torso dissolved into smooth, pale flesh.
