A new pack member.

Making their way back to the mansion, Batman and Power Girl trudged through the forest. The task taking some time as Bruce had trouble coercing the she-creature next to him to not wander off or worse still, press up against him to nuzzle under his neck. She was… Manageable for now, calm, but the woman certainly wasn’t in control. Even though she followed him, every now and then she stopped suddenly to perk her ears to sounds even his own enhanced hearing could not pick up.

“Karen, we have to go back to the mansion, you need to see Poison Ivy.”

Darting her head back to look Bruce in the eye, he thought he noticed a wry smirk on her chops before she slowly stood up to her full height on her hind legs and moved towards him. The size difference between them still stunned him. Compared to Pamela and Harley who stood a full 12 feet tall, he at least stood a head above them. Karen would have to slouch just to see him eye to eye. Pressing him heavily against a tree, the she-wolf nuzzled against his nose and licked his face, a pleasant whimper escaping her lips as she nearly smothered him in her massive chest. “Karen…” Pulling back, she whimpered before her eyes darted to where they came from deeper into the forest.

Separating from Bruce, she disappeared in a blur, faster than he could even move or react from before she reappeared in front of him. Standing on all sixes she reclaimed the deer she killed minutes earlier and dropped it in front of Bruce. Biting deep into the deer’s flank, Karen tore a sizeable chunk out of her kill and chewed it, giving Bruce a look as if offering him to join her.

At first, he wanted to resist, but the smell of raw meat and blood filled his nostrils, he had eaten previously when he was still human, but as a werewolf that meant very little. Falling to all fours, Bruce slowly moved towards the deer carcass and bit off a chunk of his own, chewing the raw meet with his fangs before swallowing. He never realised how hungry he was until now, taking another bite out of the venison and chewing it in his mouth. Swallowing, he went to take another bite when Karen tore at a hooved leg, the same one Bruce had reached for. Briefly the two pulled against each other, wanting the same thing before Karen had tugged and pried the bone out of Bruce’s grip and gnawed on it, making the black wolf’s hackles rise with a growl of disappointment.

“You two look precious together.”

Looking towards the sound of the voice and catching himself back in stern control, Bruce stood up to his full height when he caught the sight of Pamela come into view. Her demeanor seemed different, softer somewhat as the red furred wolfess eyed the still eating Karen and back to Bruce. A caring yet wry smirk on her lips as she moved to join Bruce and press up against him tenderly. “I see you’ve found her…” Nuzzling at his fur and sniffing at his chest and neck, Pamela swooned. “I smell her on you.”

“Ivy…” He didn’t get a chance to explain when Ivy placed a clawed finger at his lips with a ‘shoosh’ “I’m not jealous my love, I doubt any female could ever resist you.” Turning her head to see the still feeding Power Girl, Ivy raised an eye brow now that she could properly see her in all her glory. “My goodness! Do we dare still call her a wolf?” Still chewing the fat of her meal, Karen raked her claws over the deer corpse to get another bite.

Getting a better look, Pamela almost had to laugh. Power Girl looked like a cross between a wolf and some kind of reptile! Utterly massive even by their standards, Karen clawed away at the deer with her two pairs of forepaws, her long saurian tail waging slowly behind her as the spines that lined down her back and tail rattled in the wind. Tilting her horned head up to regard Ivy, Karen gripped the deer carcass with a single claw and tilted her ears back, a low growl escaping her fanged lips.

“Can you help her?”

With her arms crossed under her first pair of heaving breasts and tossing her long flowing red hair. Ivy gave Bruce a surprised look. “I’m MORE concerned that you might need to help ME.” Turning her attention back to the blonde furred she-wolf, Ivy slowly lowered her clawed hand to the still growling creature. Snapping at the flower haired she-wolf briefly, Karen finally calmed enough that Ivy could press her palm against her forehead. Closing her eyes, Ivy concentrated while Karen seemed more and more agitated before she pulled away with a snarl and lifted herself up to her full height, staggering back while clutching her head like she had the worst case of vertigo.

“AAAaaargh… FUCK ME!” Power Girl swore, wobbling on her feet before leaning against a tree with one of her clawed hands, only to realise one was rubbing the sore spot on her head and another pair rested at her hips. Looking down, she was met with the sight of her impressive cleavage, only now covered in smooth blonde fur. “What the hell…?” With her mind clearing, Karen Starr looked down at her changed body, tracing a clawed hand down her thighs and arms to be surprised by the mass of her muscles, along with finding a long heavy tail. Even becoming surprised when she noticed she now had three pairs of breasts to go long with her extra pair of arms. When she turned to see Bruce and Ivy, the last few minutes had come back to her, her demeanor stern as she looked at the black wolf and red wolfess.

“So, this is why you told the League not to get involved.” Karen said matter of fact, cross her four arms as she glared at Bruce and at the other wolfess clinging to his side.

“It happened months ago, it seems every generation a werewolf is born as a result of an age-old curse, I’m the latest of that curse.” Closing the distance between them, Karen eyes the large male wolf, her eyes leering down at his barrel chest and solid physique. A strange part of her wanted to press up against him, to inhale his scent and grope at his strong physique before her eyes fell on Pamela. “And who’s this?”

Wrapping an arm around the red furred wolfess, Bruce answered her. “This is Poison Ivy.” Seeing her predictable reaction of glaring back at the wolfess with red glowing eyes, Bruce tried to calm her down before continuing. “She is the one that helped return your mind to your body, if it wasn’t for her, you’d most than likely have caused a catastrophe anywhere on Earth by now.”

Glaring back at the still serene smile of the red wolfess, Karen sighed and lowered herself to see the she-wolf in the eye. “Thank you… Poison Ivy.”

Pursing her lips and looking down briefly, Pamela pawed at Bruce’s chest. “No… Not Poison Ivy, not anymore.” Pulling away, Pamela clutched at her chest and breathed in sharply. “I… I don’t want to be that woman anymore, she was cruel and spiteful, a poison that killed anything she touched, you’ve awakened a dead part of me I want to embrace.” Hugging herself and reaching out to lift Bruce’s clawed hand she pressed it against her chest. “My touch HEALS now, and I want to keep on healing! Call me… Aloe Vera, besides…” Lowering his hand she pressed it against her naval, she continued. “It’s a name I want our cubs to know.”

Bruce blinked in surprise before pulling her close for a deep kiss, Aloe Vera moaned into his mouth as she guided his hand to squeeze at her rear possessively. He almost went further until he heard a slow clap behind hip. “Congratulations, you’re having puppies, now how do I return to normal?”

“You can’t, at least not during the full moon, when day breaks, you’ll revert to normal.” Answered Bruce. “I have someone in the city working on that to remedy our condition.”

“Good! Because I do NOT look forward to becoming this again!” Joining the pair as they made their way back to the mansion, it didn’t go unnoticed that Karen would occasionally eye the pair with almost a tint of envy. Breaking the silence, Aloe spoke up. “By the way Power Girl… Just what the hell are you anyway?”

Sighing and slumping her shoulders, Karen gave herself a look over before making a face. “If I remember my Krypton zoology, I’m what we called a crag-wolf, Krypton didn’t have anything close to forests, instead OUR wolves climbed steep cliffs and mountains to hunt.

“So, you’re like some mountain goat of a wolf then?”

“Shut up…”

“Well…” Giggled Pamela, clutching Bruce tighter with a childish smirk. “That explains the horns.”

“Shut UP!”