Second Wind - A TF story with Brenn

Here’s something new, I wrote a short (and hopelessly self indulgent) TF story for Brenn. I don’t have a ton of writing experience, so I’m sure it’s a little rough around the edges.

This isn’t her main story, it’s a sort of prequel that I wrote just to get to know the character better. Wheels have started turning for her real story, which is under the working title The Mercenary and the Empress. I’m excited to announce that I’ll actually be collaborating with the wonderful @DeviLacroix to make this story a reality! She will be doing most of the writing while I create illustrations. I’m super excited to work on this, and I’ll keep you guys updated with any progress or news.

In the meantime, here’s the impromptu prequel I wrote. Hope you enjoy!

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SECOND WIND

Includes: Transformation, F solo, dick, autofellatio, cumplay

Brenn Coal-Eyes slumped to the ground, back scraping against the trunk of a pine tree. Her ragged breaths puffed out clouds of fog in the frigid air. She had been running for several hours. With a lurch, Brenn uncorked her waterskin and took the last desperate gulp it had to offer.

I can’t stay here, she thought. With my luck, they’ll be tracking me on horseback. Can’t be far behind. Have to keep moving.

She tried to get up, and grunted as her legs buckled underneath her. Again she fought to stand, and made it several paces before collapsing back to the snow. In the distance, she heard voices and hooves.

Fuck. Guess we’re doing this then.

Brenn closed her eyes and breathed in through her nose. Tapping into the Tinct wasn’t a difficult act. If anything it was a release of conscious tension, a lowering of walls she had learned to maintain with years of diligence. The hard part wasn’t letting it out, it was releasing it slowly. Letting its warmth bleed out from her heart into her limbs, wiping away her exhaustion like frost beneath a fire.

Instantly her senses sharpened. What was once indistinct background noise crystallized into a world of detail. The scratching of wind blown needles, the groaning of branches laden with snow. The tentative movements of prey animals beneath the hungry gaze of a circling Antarctic kestrel. Her pursuers were roughly a quarter mile away, and drawing closer. With a short dash through the densest sections of forest, losing them would be trivial.

Brenn released her breath, steam rolling out from between her pointed teeth. Minuscule sparks of red light drifted within the clouds of vapor.

Go.

Snow sprayed behind her as she launched from the ground. Within three strides she had entered a full sprint, leg muscles singing with newfound power. Her heart pounded, pushing life into her numb extremities. She couldn’t help but grin, a wild wolfish leer that broadened as she let out grunts of effort. It felt good. Fuck, it felt amazing.

The changes began then. Brenn felt the heat burning under her skin, a tingling sensation drifting down her spine as her grey hair began to spread. Her gait shifted, lengthening as her feet tore through her boots. Bones popped and snapped as they shifted their configuration into digitigrade paws.

Too fast, she thought. I’m letting too much out. Fuck, I need to stay in control.

Above her forehead, Brenn felt her horns pushing up from her skull. Black as midnight, sharp as daggers, they arced back in a symmetrical crown above her brow. Her fur was spreading up her arms now, gathering in thick tufts over her swelling muscles. More horns jutted out in razor rows from her forearms and shoulders. The base of her spine throbbed as a bushy grey tail forced its way free from her pants.

Stay focused. Have to stay… unff.

The adrenaline had carried Brenn this far, but the sensations of it all crashed over her all at once. The Tinct roared in her bloodstream like a bonfire. It filled her head with a fog of animalistic need. She was a swimmer pulled into a yawning ocean, suddenly lost in the depths of her desire.

Brenn’s cock pulsated and strained at the remaining fabric of her pants. She ground to a halt, slamming the claws of her left hand into the bark of a tree. She stood for a moment, panting in and out. She could smell herself, sweating with exertion and arousal after hours of exercise. The aroma made her head swim. Surely… she had lost the trackers by now.

“Gruuhhh… huhhh… fuck it.”

With one flick of her clawed hand Brenn shredded the remnants of her pants. Her massive member, veins swollen and red with Tinct infused blood, flopped out into her waiting palm. Eagerly she began stroking herself, grunting and moaning with wild abandon. With her other hand she reached up and tore her leather chest piece from her breasts. Steam rose in thick clouds as the sweaty mounds of her flesh made contact with the winter air. Brenn groaned in relief as her bust, expanding even now as she continued to change, was freed from the binds of her armor. She groped at herself, squeezing and rolling the meat of her breasts as she jerked herself off.

“Mnnf, fuck, YES!”

Brenn grimaced as her fangs pushed further out from her lips. She felt her tongue growing thicker and longer, filling her mouth until she let it roll free with an involuntary moan. It was thick, sinuous and dark. Small rivulets of saliva dribbled down it and onto her throbbing cock.

“Unhh, yeah,” she groaned, pronunciation hampered only somewhat by her tongue’s prodigious girth. “Yeah we’re doing this.”

Bracing her back against the tree, Brenn angled the head of her penis up toward her mouth. This sort of maneuver was usually beyond her abilities, but the considerable size increase the Tinct offered her made it easy. Her tongue snaked forward, wrapping around her shaft as her lips closed over the head. She tasted salty sweat, and her nostrils filled with the overpowering scent of sex. Pre-cum dripped from the tip as she rolled her tongue over its hot surface, and she eagerly spread the taste of it around her mouth. Brenn’s vision blurred, the intensity of the sensations drowning her mind in sickly sweet pheromones. The Tinct smoldered in her system, in complete alignment with her conscious desires.

She convulsed, tongue lapping up and down her cock as she desperately fondled her tits and balls. The feeling was overwhelming, an endless tide of pleasure that left her gasping for breath through her nose. Each snort brought more of her scent, amplified by the bestial precision of her Tinct-enhanced senses. She considered the possibility that she might pass out.

Shaking, muscles spasming back and forth, Brenn reached climax. Her balls tightened suddenly, the painful straining of her cock surging in rhythmic pulses. Tingling numbness washed through her body, and hot cum streamed from Brenn’s tip down her waiting throat. She let out forced grunts of overwhelming pleasure as she spurted thick streams of jizz into her mouth. She gulped ravenously, struggling to swallow as much as possible as it pooled and leaked from her lips.

Unwilling to waste a drop, Brenn put her massive tongue to work. She detached her lips from the head of her cock, gasping for breath, before diving back down for more. She licked up and down her shaft, hungrily cleaning every trace of sweat and cum from herself. The tip of her tongue probed downward into her lower abdominal muscles, and upward into some stray streaks of cum on her tits. The taste of her seed lit a blaze in her head, firing every synapse of her brain with primal bliss.

“Suh guhhd,” she slurred. “Uh, fuhh”

She lay there, drunk on the pleasure. The Tinct simmered inside her, seemingly as stunned by the experience as she was. After basking in the pure release of it all for a few moments more, she knew it was time to seize back control.

Enough, she thought. She swept her will over the Tinct in her mind, re-erecting her ironclad barriers of discipline. The Tinct made her ache to continue, to cum again, to run and hunt and rut. But Brenn knew, the more she indulged herself the more likely it was that she’d never break free. The changes reverted slowly, fur retracting, muscles loosening back to their normal sizes. The ache of fatigue faded back into place with a vengeance as her legs shook back into human form. She was so very tired. As Brenn’s vision blurred, she noticed an errant streak of cum that had made its way onto her inner thigh. She wiped it up with one finger, lifting it into her mouth with a thrill of arousal. The taste made her cheeks flush, even without the Tinct’s influence.

Can’t blame the Tinct for everything, she conceded. And passed out.