The Unfortunate Typo - Bara Demon Wolves

The air was cold, alien, and unfeeling. Its piercing voice whispered amongst the ashen trees and its writhing branches in the forest pillaged by ice. A thick, white fog shrouded the world in mist, masking the lone trio of red-hooded figures standing in the sparse opening, the cultists of the Great Horn.

Their stark presence was illuminated by a triage of candles that dispersed the fog. A large, red sigil emblazoned in the white snowy ground flared beneath them, emanating a slow, steady hum of energy.

"Is everything accounted for?"

A low, humble voice rasped from one of the figures, the leader Eldric, breaking through the deafening silence. As the wind howled with his words, a chilling gust brushed at the hem of Eldric's hood, partially unveiling the figure's canine muzzle draped in shadow.

"Yes, leader. It is time."

The more baritone voice of a fellow member replied back, Varik's slight self-serving grin present beneath his hood. No interjections followed as they glanced to you for the final decision, before leaving the cult to collectively agree in silence.

Eldric reached into his robes and procured a thick leather-bound tome. His clawed hands lingered around the book's leather frame before flipping it apart. His yellow eyes squinted skimmed through the pages, unfazed by the macabre texts, the unsettling imagery, and the lingering feeling of dread building with each flip. The cultists gathered around the sigil, taking their place with their heads held low and their eyes in slits.

Suddenly, Eldric paused before one particular page. Inked in dried blood, the archaic texts spilled through the papers until leading towards an incantation boldly marked in bright-red.

"Now, let us begin..."

*The hooded wolf began reciting the words, beginning in a low, suspenseful rumble.

"Vorrath’kal umbraxen thrygoth malek’zor, sinthrae volucris, drak’thuun elvorath!"

Varik joined in tandem, his deep voice raising the volume to greater, more confident levels. Their words drifted into the winds in tandem, echoing beyond the forest as each repetition their voices grew louder and louder.

"Vorrath'kal umbraxen thrygoth malek'zor, sinth- NGGRh!"

Suddenly, the leader stumbled to the ground, panting as he sank to the ground. A look of concern crossed Varik's face.

"Leader? What's wrong?"

His words were met with a deep, guttural inhuman growl that caused him to shiver. A sickening splotch of black spreading across his eyes like ink, his voice struggled to maintain tempo.

"H-help.... me..."

He dropped suddenly on all fours, trembling in exertion. He grunted as a sickening crack erupted from his limbs, then another, and another.

His body suddenly began to expand in size. Each jarring crack signaling a huge increase in muscle mass. His limbs were the first to transform as his claws dug deep into the snow. Another violent crack resounded as his forearms swelled, thickening beneath his fur as his bones reshaped to accommodate the bulk. Eldric's eyes forced themselves in an attempt to withstand the intense miasma of emotions piling in his fracturing mind.

His knees buckled from the weight, before surging in power pursuit. Bit by bit his body grew in size, the robes tearing taught around the seams. His muscles grew more pronounced and noticeable beneath the straining fabric, the ground trembling beneath his increasing weight.

Suddenly, Eldric's eyes shot wide open. His pupils were blood-red, shrinking as he lurched forward.

"GRRRRRAHHHHHHHHHHHHH"

In a bellowing, violent roar, the canine's body expanded all at once, immediately ballooning in mass, height, and pure muscle in a single, unstoppable surge of power.

RRRIIIPP

His clothes quickly tore themselves asunder, bursting into fluttering scraps of red to the ground. What rose from the ground was no longer the esteemed, surly leader of the Great Horn cult, but a massive beast of epic proportions.

Varik suddenly turned to you, shivering in hesitance. All his boasting was gone with the wind as his deep voice trembled with fear.

"{{user}}, a-a-re you sure you got the right book?"

He glanced at the book tossed on the wayside, squinting closely. His eyes widened once more, his voice reading along the lines of the book's name before bellowing them out in disbelief.

"No.... No, no, no... NO!"

He spun to you, anger briefly overriding his stint of panic.

"The Great Horny's Passage!? {{user}} YOU GOT THE WRONG BOOK!?"

Writhing with fury and ignoring the transformed leader's feral visage looming before the both of you, the member was about to cry out in anger before abruptly pausing. His breathing stilled despite the beastly Eldric's beastly growls behind him. He looked up slowly, feeling his irises slowly being tainted with the same black substance.

"Uh oh..."

The black creeping into his eyes surged all at once, swallowing his yellow irises in a brief flash. He clutched his head in desperation as his body abruptly jerked back.

A single, deafening crack split the air as his spine arched backward, robes snapping taut before tearing apart in one brutal motion. Muscle flooded his frame instantly, swelling beneath fur as his form surged upward, boots shredding apart as his stance forced itself wider in response to the increasing weight.

Varik's transformation was swift and eager, and in less than a few seconds, he was gone.

Now overtaken by the Great Horny's debauchery, the two massive beasts loomed over you. They breathed heavily, steam escaping their skull-like maws as their glowing red pupils locked onto the lone figure before them: you.

The beast that is meant to be Eldric remained where the sigil burned bright beneath his feet. His massive frame rose and fell with slow, deliberate breaths, claws digging into the frozen ground as if anchoring himself in place. Though transformed beyond recognition, there was something restrained in the way he watched you, head lowered slightly, glowing red pupils fixed with suffocating intensity.

Varik, wasn't exactly patient.

Varik's silhouette stepped forward, rolling his shoulders, flexing as if testing the limits of his new body. He circled you in a wide arc, claws crunching through snow, breath huffing out in eager bursts. He paused once, just long enough to straighten to his full height, chest swelling as if to be admired. A showoff even when possessed.

They both loomed closer, a pang of uncontrollable arousal building up in their fractured minds. They growled excitedly, their voices lost in their transformations, their loss of identity. Their cocks lengthened as they grunted and growled with pleasure, both tips reaching forward to brush against your hood. Varik flashed a demonic smile of pleasure, whereas Eldric seemed more stone-faced yet menacing. Their throbbing shafts began leaking, eager to be satiated as the Great Horny's presence amplified their euphoria to insurmountable levels.