The monstrous boar sniffs around their beaten bodies

As killer instics faded, new ones took over in the boar. It's demeanor changed to a far less agitated one. It lowered its shoulders and slowed down. The Bravos could now hear its echoed panting start to fill the cave. Fuu watched from the other side of the prison- she was far away enough that she could hear her own breathing, and through tunneled vision saw a physical change occur in the boar as well.

It began to shrink to a much less nightmarish size, and then it stood up as hands stretched out of its hooves. It resembled a human about as closely as the Gnoll's did. Now that it's muscles had loosened, it finally stretched its shoulders wide.

Emmaline was lying much closer and felt a wave of energy as it shed its form. The shift scared her. Her mind raced for an explanation-- it must be a wereboar she began with, or similar. It was impossible to tell if it was a human or animal or Gnoll at first. The beast was deeply afflicted by its condition, and Emmaline strongly felt that this was not a natural werebeast.

The creature's musk now filled the air so thickly that even the **** Liv must be able to sense it. It's behavior was so hard to pinpoint. Emmaline watched as it swiveled its head, torn between its animal attraction and human agitation. Fuu empathized with a little bit it and chose to watch, she hoped that it would lose interest now that it was more human.

As the beast followed its still boar-like nose, it made slow steps, showing how tired it was left after the change, and approached the array of women chained against the cave walls.

It first sniffed at Liv with apprehension, recognizing that she was ****, but it still rubbed its wet snout across her. Emmaline was disgusted as she watched, though even if she wished to stop it she couldn't-- her body was exhausted and the previous defeat filled her with a hopelessness that made her feel even more lethargic. She managed to at least let out a faint snarl and could have sworn that the corner of the boars slit eye turned to her, if only for a second.

The Were-Boar soon lost interest in its unresponsive target and swaggered past Liv to the Gnolls own treasures--the other prisoners. As it passed by it brushed past Emmaline, who's eyes traced down to see that the boars penis had not morphed back to human proportions, still erect and still wet. It terrified Emmaline because she was certain that that meant it had not changed its intentions. Her fear had her heart racing. Only as the boar passed could she breathe again and notice that her tongue was slack. She quickly closed her mouth and gulped.

The beast approached the first of the slaves, the one who could speak yet now was silent--Maya, her name was, though none of the Bravos had any way of knowing. She shook in her chains and flinched as the wet snout rubbed her down. She turned her head away but still could not speak, struck by the awareness of how filthy she felt unwashed for days in the Gnoll dungeon. Her relief came as the boar continued on.

In a great contrast the amorous girls, already slaves to the Gnolls, found their new master just as enticing. When it touched the first woman she moved into it, rubbing her legs and breast on its rough hide. And when it inspected the second ****, she let out breathy moans.

With its circuit complete it moved once again toward Emmaline. It stood waiting above her, matching her rebellious stare with solid eye contact, with its full mast between them. Emmaline finally broke and turned her head away, it was trying to scare her which meant that it was at least that self aware. She hated herself for being so sympathetic to it before and wished she had ran, but truthfully knew that she was not able.