Strike while the iron is hot.

I had already shown them the carnal pleasure that I could give them if they surrendered to me, so now it was time to influence their hearts and minds while their bodies were sated. The first thing I did was use some of that magic my father had given me to shape the dreams the two would have. I created images of their sisters shaming them for every little mistake, reaching into their individual psyches and drawing upon whatever insecurities and fears lay buried deepest within their hearts. Before long, they both began whimpering and mumbling pleas to their respective mental spectres, and I closed my eyes, taking a deep breath to focus myself and worked to link the two of them together as they reached for each other in their sleep.

Once in each other's arms, I allowed them to feel slightly better, stirring a sense of solidarity between the two as they held each other against the maelstrom of hate that their sisters battered them with. Once I felt that they had, at least subconsciously, started to adhere to the concept of it being them versus the other sisters, I made them face a dream version of the Goddess, filling them with fear and pain as her light washed over them. I made the dream-Goddess chastise them for not being good enough followers like the rest of their sisters, and had the images of the other Riding Hoods in their minds change into a crowd of faceless, featureless dolls, dressed in red cloaks, and bearing blood-soaked weapons. I made sure to inject a torrent of fear in the both of them at this image, before picking them both up and willing their dream selves to run away from the painful light and feel a sense of relief within the shadows. I made them run desperately, never escaping the Goddess and her faceless killers until I conjured an image of my house in both of their minds.

I didn't even have to influence them for a surge of relief to fill their souls, at which point I picked them up and carried them over to my bed, pulling out a jar of ointment from my bedside table before I lied down and held them close, soaking them in my pheromones as they entered the dream version of my house only to be greeted by a massive wolf. I allowed only enough fear to excite them before making them realize that their dream selves were both naked, wearing only a thick leather collar around their necks and filling them with sensations of safety and comfort. Every last bit of tension left their bodies, and the two of them huddled in close on either side of me as I willed the dream to end with them kneeling before the wolf and allowing it to pull them to the ground where it tucked them into the soft fur of its side.

As they woke up, I smiled gently at the two of them. "So, you're both awake." Charity's eyes widened in fear as she realized where she was and what had happened, while Lilly's face reddened and she looked away. "Don't worry," I reassured her before she had a chance to open her mouth. "I didn't do anything. The two of you seemed tired, so I moved you to my bed so you could rest, but then you both began tossing and turning like you were having a nightmare anytime I tried to move away."

Charity looked dubious for a moment, but eventually accepted it, while Lilly smiled brightly, her cheeks growing brighter at how sweet I was. "What's that in your hand?" Charity asked as I held up the ointment.

"It's to help you heal," I replied, unscrewing the top and allowing the sweet smell of the aphrodisiac-laced ointment to waft through the air.

"But I thought -"

"You already received your punishment," I said, cutting her off. "I won't have you suffering unnecessarily afterward. Now, come here." I smiled as I watched Charity slowly crawl into my lap, and began rubbing the ointment into her abused backside. It was as full as Lilly's but what she lacked in the rear, she more than made up for in the front. Charity moaned as I rubbed the ointment in and stroked her hair.

"You both did so well," I praised. Lilly watched, twitching slightly as I ran my hands over my newest pet. I may hate the Goddess and her order, but it was **** enough to corrupt her disciples and turn them away from her. These girls - whether they acknowledged it or not - were now mine. One day, I would mate them, and a new breed of werewolves would return to the world. As such, they would be treasured and spoiled with my care and affection more and more as they fell farther and farther away from their Goddess, until they eventually became my devoted bitches, begging me to fill them with the seed of a new generation, and delighting in carrying my litter as they helped me turn others of their precious order to be just like them.