Matt, or what he had become

Two paws the size of shovels with claws like knives rested heavily on the ground in front of Nicole, attached to a hunched and hulking form of muscles and fur by powerful doglike legs. It's torso was like a mans, except far broader and more solidly built. The upper body was all covered in fur, that was short enough to be nearly skintight on his flanks, whilst rising to thick tufts on his chest and shoulders. At it's neck, the fur was so thick that it was almost like a mane, obscuring the transformation from a mostly humanoid torso to a distinctly wolf like head.

In every detail, the head was like a dog's. The face tapered to a snout, the nose was black and shiny, and the long mouth bristled with canine teeth. It even had dog like ears sticking out the top of it's furry scruff, two cute triangles that twitched slightly in response to the hushed sounds of the night. The thing that stood out most, however, were it's eyes. They practically glowed in the dark of the forest, like a pair of amber headlamps, and Nicole could sense primal emotions behind them as they stared back at her.

One clawed "hand" rested on a tree to the beast's right as it looked at her, whilst the other trailed halfway to the ground. It's limbs were much longer than a humans would be, so much so that Matt's new claws could nearly scratch against the dirt whilst he was stood upright. Mostly upright at least, his posture was hunched and nearly bent double, like he was ready to burst into a sprint at any time. In spite of it's posture, and the fact that it was stood down hill from her, the creature still towered over her, to be at least twice the tiny blonde's height.

Nicole never would have known that the hulking monstrosity before her was Matt, if it wasn’t for the tattered remains of the bandage she’d applied to him, still wrapped tight on his left forelimb. She could hardly call it a wrist anymore, now that had been stretched and thickened by his lycanthropy to become an animalistic limb.

Despite all of the bizarre anatomy she saw as she looked at him, the most shocking detail hung between his powerful legs. Like a crimson pendulum, his bestial cock dangled to his bent knees, so much larger than it had felt before when it had rubbed against her ass. Now, it was inhuman in every aspect, especially it's size. If his dick earlier had been like her forearm, then this one was like both her arms joined together, with a bulbous tip on top like both her fists clasped together to pray for him to be gentle.

When his nose wrinkled and he sniffed the air towards her, his cock stiffened, and seemed to grow yet larger still.

He had her scent now, and his intentions for her poor, innocent, body were clearly still the same.

Slowly, Nicole began to back away, breathing shallowly so not as to startle her target. Technically, Matt was still her quarry, but staring at his massive frame (and his massive dick) made Nicole feel very much like his prey. As Nicole crept backwards, Matt hunched forwards, bringing his forepaws down to the dirt like he was preparing to burst forward on all fours. His amber eyes narrowed as he sniffed the air again, his bottom jaw dropping open to drool, as a deep growl emanated from his throat.

"Nicole? What's happening? Over?" Sarah asked through the phone, obviously noticing the expression on Nicole's face through the camera but being unable to see what she was looking at.

That sudden interruption seemed to break the spell that had fallen over the two of them at the edge of the trees. Matt threw his head back in a loud, threatening howl, whilst Nicole turned on her heel and sprinted back towards the house. She didn't get far before she heard Matt giving chase, mighty paws thundering against the earth as he bounded after her.

In a dead sprint, she retraced her steps, aiming towards the storm doors that now seemed so far away on the horizon. The objects that had only looked like minor nuisances on the way out, now felt like major obstacles, threating to slow her pace or trip her up and land her right in Matt's perverted clutches. She slalomed around two leafless bushes, before hurdling a statue, giving the upwards facing cherub a brief flash of her pantie-less ass and pussy.

Matt simply bulldozed through those obstacles, flattening bushes and knocking aside weathered statuary, gaining on her with every bounding leap.

Sarah and Miranda yelled encouragements at her through their phones, but Nicole didn’t hear them.
She was entirely focused on running
Her legs seared beneath her.
They moved faster than they ever had before, spurned on by adrenaline.
Like a streak of blonde lightning, she crossed the grass, but Matt still thundered along behind her.

One foot crunched briefly against the gravel, the pathway that was so close to Sarah's house, as Nicole drew closer and closer to the open doors that awaited her. Less than a second later, Matt crashed through the gravel too, spraying pebbles everywhere and leaving paw shaped gouges through it. He was so close now that she felt flying dirt spray against her ankles.

Like a cross between a bear and an excavator, Matt tore up the turf beside Sarah's house, leaving a trail of destruction in his wake as he bore down on his prey.

Nicole's whole body burned from exertion, but she **** herself to keep going. The open doors of the basement were right in front of her now. It was just a flight of stairs and the length of Sarah's basement between herself, and safety, but Matt sounded so close behind her.

The steps disappeared beneath her so fast she practically fell down them, her feet barely touching each one as she descended. The bottom two weren’t even graced by a fleeting touch, instead being hopped straight over as she launched herself into the basement.

Matt didn’t touch any of the stairs at all. He instead leapt down them with the grace of a cat dismounting a bed, landing with a thud that shook Sarah's whole house, from attic to foundations.

The shockwave made Nicole nearly lose her footing, sending her stumbling to one side to catch herself on the edge of a tarp covered pool table.

Sarah's basement was still cluttered, but Miranda had cleared a way for her that lead straight from the storm doors to the dumbwaiter. There, beneath the glow of a halogen bulb, salvation awaited in the form of a tiny elevator. All she had to do was make herself stand on her trembling legs once more, and cross those final few feet.

Close behind her, Matt growled, silhouetted in the moonlight pouring through the storm doors, until they unceremoniously slammed shut. The beast was trapped now, all that remained to be seen was if the bait could make it out.

Nicole could hear the others urging her on now.

"Come on Nicole!"
"You're almost there!"
"Keep going!"
"Don't stop!"
Their voices came through her phone, giving her the energy to **** herself back to her feet. The end was in sight now, she couldn’t fail so close to her goal.

As fast as she could **** herself to go, she took off running again, pushing herself forward on the ramshackle piles of furniture and boxes around her. Once more, Matt heedlessly rolled over such blockages, using his immense size and strength to shove them easily aside.

Nicole could smell him now, his hot musk so close behind her that it filled her nostrils with every shuddering breath she took. Mammoth paws shook the floor beneath her, mixing with his animalistic growling to make it sound like a thunderstorm was chasing her. The cacophony only got louder as Nicole closed the distance to her escape, a crashing sound behind her like a tidal wave that drowned out even the sound of her heavy breathing and pounding heart.

It was right in front of her now.

The dumbwaiter was so close.

Desperately, she threw herself into it.

Matt's hot breath scorched at her heels.

In the kitchen, Sarah watched the chase through the confusing perspective of Nicole's phone camera. Her viewpoint bobbed and weaved sickeningly as Nicole ran, but she was still able to tell when the plucky blonde had made it to the basement. John and Tom arrived via the backdoor, but Sarah couldn't tear her eyes off the screen. The chase was coming to an end.

All she could see was brief glimpses of her own basement, and flashes of Nicole's face and side, but she could tell that the blonde fairy was nearing the dumbwaiter. Even if she didn't have the facetime call, the sounds of running and thunderous galloping were passing right below her now, letting her know exactly where her two subterranean friends had gotten to.

Suddenly, Nicole's camera held steady, as she seemed to sail through the air. A brief moment of scrambled movement followed, during which Sarah couldn't make out much of anything, until the frame finally held on a close up of Nicole's face. For a second, Sarah thought the picture had frozen, until she saw Nicole breathe.

A strange look was on the cute blonde's face. Her eyes were wide but unfocused, her cheeks were still pink from exertion, and her mouth hung open as she panted for air.

"Nicole? Nicole, can you hear me? Are you in the dumbwaiter? Should I call it up?" Sarah asked, but her rapid fire questions remained unanswered. The only change on Nicole's face was a creasing of her brow, before she screwed her eyes shot. A pit of worry opened in Sarah's stomach, as a dawning fear began to grip her.

"D-did you make it?" She asked. The words hung in the night air as everyone gathered around Sarah's phone, silently awaiting an answer.

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