Things become a bit more balanced

Sandra's roll was a two and a five, making seven. The wolf piece slid ahead, confirming the tail swat as a legitimate roll. Emily went over to the deck and picked Sandra's card. She held it up like a round card, and Samantha read it aloud to the room.

"Not a simple beast, you're a better breed / You're meant to stand and hunt and lead / To do that now you must share your burdens / To become more than a wolf, make her less than a person."

"EEEEEK!"

Tracy fell to the ground as Sandra ripped her pant leg. Adrenalin kicking in, she scrambled away from her attacker, but her survival reflex was no match for Sandra's predator instincts. Flailing as her pants slipped, she froze when she felt sharp teeth brush past her neck. If she had really been Sandra's prey, she would be dead. Instead, Sandra tore Tracy's shirt from collar to hem, yanking it clean off her body.

Sandra pinned Tracy's shoulders with her paws. The feminine form Tracy had been so relieved to return to was no match for her primal strength. Sandra lowered her snout until they were eye-to-eye, and only Tracy could hear the low snarl that rumbled through her sharp, bared teeth. Tracy knew something bad was about to happen, as she chanted her refusal like a protective mantra...

"Noooo, noooo, noooo..."

...but it was too late. The tips of her ears were already poking through her hair. The rash that had tormented Sandra was now raking Tracy's legs with jet black fur, and ripples fanned over her midriff as her body **** out six new nipples. She touched one to confirm her fears, only to receive an even greater shock when she found herself unable to flex her fingers, which had all fused together.

In contrast, Sandra's paws splayed out, retaining their pads, claws, and fur, but regaining anthropomorphic dexterity. She used her hands to hold Tracy by the shoulders, and as her stretching hindlegs allowed her to sit up, she pulled up Tracy with her.

Tracy didn't look up, as she was preoccupied with the terrifyingly embarrassing sight and sensation of a growing tail poking into her underwear. When it finally poked through a leg like a hairy snake, Tracy howled in anguish.

When the changes had finished, Tracy and Sandra were both more or less half-human, half-wolf. Tracy, however, seemed a bit worse for wear, and not just because she had just lost her humanity. Sandra sat perfectly upright, had hands, and a slightly shorter, more expressive snout. Tracy was hunched, with more deformed legs, front paws, and an uncanny, beast-like visage.

"No way..." said Emily.

Sandra grinned wolfishly at Tracy. She ran her hands through Tracy's black fur, rubbed the bridge of her snout, then, meeting no resistance, felt up Tracy's human-proportioned breasts.

"Sandra?" said Samantha, with concern in her voice.

Sandra pulled herself away from Tracy, and suddenly gave the slime girl a bit sloppy lick across the face.

"EEP!"

Samantha slid backwards as Sandra took a good bit of goo off her body, smearing it like ice cream.

"Thanks for sticking up for me, Sam."

Samantha didn't reply, but her body made an odd squelching noise as it seemed to shrink away from the confident she-wolf. Sandra stood up.

"You really stink, Tracy. Let's go get you washed up."

Tracy seemed a bit taken aback, and she seemed about to protest, but as she raised a paw, she realized she would be unable to bath herself in this state.

She got shakily to her hind-legs and began to follow Sandra to the bathroom.

"You don't need to stand up," said Sandra.

Tracy froze.

"Yes, Sandra."

She lowered herself to all-fours and allowed Sandra to lead her to the bathroom. As they left the room, their tails told two different stories facing the game board, with Sandra's bushy, light, and lifted, and Tracy's sleek, droopy, and tucked between her legs.