Howl of the Pegasus Chapter 2 Full Story (Patreon)

Sylvain hummed quietly to himself as he walked into Ingrid’s room. He had some schoolwork-related questions he needed to discuss with one of his oldest friends, but as he attempted to knock on her door, with the slightest contact, the door opened a bit.

"It's open? Ingrid?" The red-haired student entered the room and looked around but found nobody.

"How weird! She usually doesn't forget to lock doors before she goes anywhere." Sylvain chuckled. He was about to leave the room when he saw a book with a peculiar cover.

He didn't even have time to read the cover when he heard another voice yell: "I should have seen it coming! I knew you were the kind of guy to barge into another girl's room!"

Sylvain stopped in his tracks and looked directly at Lysithea, who had her hands on her hips in an accusing fashion.

"W-wait, it's not what it looks like!" He quickly laughed, "The door was open... and I wanted to return this to her!" Sylvain added almost perfectly as he showed the shorter girl the book. Lysithea glanced at the book. Wolves? What a strange thing for Ingrid to read.

"Is that so?" Her frown didn't disappear, "Well, you have done enough. Hand me the book. I will personally give it back to her."

At first, the boy wanted to say something clever, but as soon as he saw the woman's hand on her bag was beginning to glow purple with offensive magic, Sylvain figured that she wasn't playing.

"Sure, go for it!" He smiled nervously. Walking past Lysithea awkwardly, he wordlessly handed her the book before escaping the room. All the while, she glared at him like an eagle.

“Jeez! I gotta be more careful! She can be pretty scary if I push the wrong buttons!” Sylvain thought as he waved at his colleague.

Once he was out of earshot, Lysithea scoffed and looked down at the book in her hands.

"Now… What is this about?"

She couldn't have predicted that this little discovery would make her stand there reading for as long as she did, but at some point, the petite girl started walking to her room. Something about the book was quite interesting to her. Lysithea didn't like leaving interesting stones unturned.

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Ingrid looked at the scene that was taking place in the training grounds with visible amusement. Caspar and Petra were sparring without using any weapons. Not even training gauntlets!

Surprisingly to some, Petra was the one getting the upper hand. Caspar wasn't a pushover, either! His strength, hard-won through training, allowed him to keep up with the naturally strong girl.

The combat was a pleasant distraction from a current worry eating away at her. Yesterday, Ingrid returned to her room and found her door unlocked. Worst of all, her book about werewolves was missing! She couldn’t find her book, even when she turned her room inside out looking for it. Did someone steal it? Did it fall out of her bag, and the door was unlocked simply because she was negligent? Was someone else looking for the book?

She was so anxious to find it that she timidly asked other students if they had seen it. Alas, no book.
After the sparring match, classes were officially over for the day. Professor Byleth gave a few final pointers before walking out of the training grounds with Hubert.

Ingrid decided to ask if prince Dimitri had seen her book. She felt terrible interrupting him while he was chatting with his best friend, Dedue. Thankfully, another student came forward with information before she could embarrass herself.

"Ingrid?" The blonde looked at Lysithea, who had just walked past the doors to the arena. "Lysithea, hey!" Ingrid offered a smile before approaching the white-haired mage.

"Can we talk? Preferably somewhere private?" Lysithea requested, going straight to the point.

"Sure…?" her friend complied.

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The two women decided to talk in Lysithea's room. Ingrid sat on one of the wooden chairs as Lysithea took something from her bookshelf.

Ingrid gasped when she saw the same book that brought back her most shameful fetish, 'History of Werewolves.’ A book that shouldn't be in her friend's possession.

Before Ingrid could say anything, Lysithea added: "I found this in your room after I had... an encounter with someone".

As the white-haired girl opened the book, she swiftly found the page that she had bookmarked. The page in question began the section detailing 'transformation.’

The blonde closed her eyes in shame. She expected Lysithea to call her out as a pervert or creep at any second.

"I see that you have been investigating unnatural beasts like the one we encountered in the Tower of Black Winds."

"Eh?"

"While it is a good start, I don't think this source is the best. I mean, there’s a shaky connection, at best, between people turning into wolves from some magical disease and people being consumed by relics that turn them into beasts. It could be a good starting point for a literature review, though. I think it's a long shot, but... are you even listening?" Lysithea stopped herself when she noticed Ingrid staring at her blankly.

The blonde blinked twice, "Y-yeah, sorry."

"Is something wrong? I can tell by your flustered face..." The frail spellcaster girl muttered as the pegasus rider's cheeks were red enough for everyone to see.

Ingrid’s thoughts were confused, relieved, and a bit surprised as Lysythia drew her conclusion about her study. Should she tell her the truth? It would be more tolerable than hearing her rant about high academic research.

Lysithea waited for an answer as Ingrid looked back.

"Well, you see..." She began, Ingrid's thumbs twiddling, "I have a thing for... werewolves."

The room was filled with silence. Secrets out, Ingrid expected a scathing critique or a teasing comment, but when she glanced at Lysithea, the petite woman looked like she couldn’t understand the more mature implications of that statement.

"Hmm... I see" Lysithea walked to Ingrid and handed back the book. "Well, you may as well take this back."

Ingrid looked at the book before slowly removing it from her pale hands. After the most unclimactic confrontation about her fetish she could have hoped for, she couldn't help but wonder: "You are not going to criticize me?"

"Huh? Of course not. You may like whatever you wish to like." The student nods, "Although I didn't know you could like something as hairy as a werewolf, I thought you would like someone more like Ashe."

"A-ashe?" Ingrid's cheeks turned red again, much to the amusement of her short friend.

"N-no, it's not about wanting a lover like that! I want to be like..." The blonde stopped herself.

She said too much and knew Lysithea had caught on this time. Lysithea lifted an eyebrow, "You want to be a werewolf?"

“Damn, I blurted all of that without thinking, didn’t I….”

"Hm..." The curious girl became pensive. "Now, that is unusual. I thought you wanted to be a knight?"

"Of course!" Her friend quickly intercepted, "It's just that... I wish to feel what they feel when they transform. To let their anxiety go away for a night. Despite the pains of a transformation, they get to run in the dark but warm forest, letting their instincts take over..."

Lysithea heard her friend's reasoning with a slightly surprised look. She certainly looked passionate about it.

“Werewolves, huh?” Maybe she could use this as an opportunity…

"Lysithea?" Ingrid asked, seeing that Lysithea had stopped listening.

"Would you like me to find a way to transform you into a wolf?" Lysithea asked. Delight surged through the prospective knight.

"What?!" Ingrid exclaimed, "Y-you could do that!?"

Lysithea tilted her head, "There could be a way. I can start by looking for something. Maybe an advanced ritual?”

Ingrid nodded slowly, "I see."

"Good. If you’ll excuse me..." Lysithea gestured for Ingrid to leave as she searched her shelf. The blonde complied and left the room. She could feel her heart pumping in excitement.

She had always taught herself to avoid getting her hopes up for anything. To be calm and stoic in times of chaos or uncertainty. But having gotten that news, it was hard for her to suppress her joy.

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Lysithea hummed as she sat at her desk, with a large book lying on the surface. Asa few sweets sat in a bowl next to her.

Her room was messy. Many, many books and notes were discarded all over the floor. She quickly cycled through large volumes of magical books as she worked hard on her research.

"Huh, who would have thought." Lysithea let a smirk form on her face.

What she found in an old, giant book were spells recorded by their ancestors. Most interesting among them was a spell called 'Shape-shifting,' a high-level spell with many pages of instructions and diagrams.

"This spell is used to turn the target into any animal that the user wishes," The petite girl read aloud. It may not turn somebody into a werewolf, but she believed this would serve to satisfy Ingrid’s curiosity.

"Unless... I can use this as a base… for something more involved…." She thought to herself, believing that she could modify the spell to have a more desirable result for her friend.

It could be worth a shot. Some experimentation may be in order, but that was the point of doing this favor. Learning this magic would expand her repertoire of spells. Not to mention, Ingrid saved her from a bandit last week, and she owed her. It was a win-win situation.

With her goals in mind, Lysithea began preparations for the most significant magical project she had done in a long time.

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Days had passed since Ingrid last talked with Lysithea about the possibility of turning herself into a werewolf.

She had been thinking about it nonstop every day, and it was driving her crazy with excitement! Ingrid hadn't felt like that in a long time.

Ingrid knew better than to ask Lysithea for updates. She did not know anything related to spellcasting, but it was easy to tell that it was a hard skill to master. Lysithea should be allowed all the time she needs without interruption.

As soon as Byleth completed the day’s lesson, she gathered her things from her desk when Lysithea walked to her side.

"Made a breakthrough. I will meet you in your room. Tonight." Lysithea whispered before walking out of the classroom.

Ingrid felt her smile widen, 'YES!' her enthusiasm was so great that she leaped into the air and accidentally bumped into someone.

"S-sorry..." Her violet-haired, mousy classmate Bernadetta quickly apologized as she hurriedly left the classroom.

The blond pegasus rider looked at the girl leaving and wanted to ask where she was going, but she was too excited to pursue.

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Ingrid sat in her room, waiting for Lysithea to make her long-awaited appearance. Just before sunset, she did.

Lysithea walked into the room with a confident smile, with a few papers in her small hands.

"So, are you ready to go?" The petite girl asked, and her friend frowned with a puzzled look.

"Where?"

"To the forest. You’re going to turn into a wolf tonight."

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The forests at night were dark and cold. The one outside of the Garreg Mach was not an exception. Both girls also ensured that nobody followed them to their private practice. The last thing they wanted to happen was to be questioned by the church for using what could be considered forbidden magic.

A chill ran along Ingrid's spine. What would happen if Rhea discovered that one of the students was actively looking to turn themself into a wolf monster?

At some point, the girls reached an open area inside the forest, surrounded by trees. No animals were nearby. Only the fresh smell of grass and plants reached their noses.

"Okay," Lysithea began, "I have spent three days experimenting with the theory for this new spell. The biggest problem is… that I am unsure how the transformation will actually progress. I don’t know what will happen to you after I hit you with the spell..." "Such as?" Ingrid asked, now a bit worried.

"I'm unsure if you will turn into a two-legged hybrid beast or a feral four-legged wolf. Your muscles could suddenly explode. Worst case, your personality may be altered after you shift. Or, I really am a more capable mage than the writers of my books, and I give you true lycanthropy, which is theorized to be an incurable disease."

The blonde paled, almost comparable to Lysithea's skin, "What are the chances of that happening?"

"2 percent?" She replied, shrugging. “10 percent on the exploding muscles. But I’ve landed magical attacks in conditions that give me odds as good as those, so… make of that what you will.”

"But, it will turn me into a wolf?"

"Most likely."

"Well, let's do it!" Ingrid's enthusiasm returned almost instantly.

Lysithea nodded and searched through her papers. When she looked up, she noticed Ingrid taking off her officer academy's uniform. First, her jacket, then her blouse, before bending over to pull down her skirt and leggings. By the time she was finished, she was wearing only her bra and panties.

"W-what are you doing!?" Lysithea stuttered, looking at her friend's curves with a hint of jealousy.

"Undressing? I wouldn't like to ruin my clothes when I transform."

"A-ah. That makes sense, I suppose..." the small girl muttered as she looked at the scene.

Ingrid finally unhooked her bra and removed her panties, leaving her bare naked. The white-haired mage's blush became more noticeable. Perhaps she thought that having a body like that must be amazing.

"Alright, when you start transforming, I will let you be. I will see if I can find you before everyone wakes up." She warned.

"Okay. Thank you, Lysithea. Truly." Ingrid said and offered a smile.

"You’re welcome. Truly." Lysithea replied with another smile. Then, she lifted her arms and prepared to cast the spell.

Magic circles started to form in front of Lysithea. She was concentrating considerably hard on the spell, but she would look at Ingrid and blush every now and then. Jealousy made her mind wander.

It was a very long ritual, but it was working. That was until she saw Ingrid let down her hair, and Lysithea looked away to grit her teeth in frustration that she didn’t look like that herself. That made her mess up just one of the words in the incantation. Soon, the magic circles began to shake slightly, much to Lysithea’s surprise.

"W-what?" The petite mage gasped when the circles started to flash red. Ingrid began to notice something was wrong.

"Lysithea!" Ingrid called, worried.

"It's fine!" Lysithea shouted back, "I can do this!"

But that was a lie. Lysithea didn't want to admit it, but she screwed up the spell. She needed to bail before an unintended consequence of the ritual came about.

"Shit!" The girl let go of the magic and attempted to shield her face with her arms.

The area flashed white for a solid second. When it happened, Ingrid felt an intense feeling strike her chest, and she stumbled back. Lysithea was launched a few meters off the ground but also fell on her back in a bush.

"O-ow..." Lysithea touched her face, but fortunately, there were no signs of damage to her body or clothes.

She sighed and looked at Ingrid. The blonde rubbed her naked back as she stood up. "You okay?" Ingrid quickly asked.

"Yeah, I suppose. You?" Ingrid nodded.

Lysithea grimaced, "So it was a failure, huh?".

"Don't sweat it," Ingrid sighs, "I should have known that it was too good to be true.”

Despite her friend's reassurance, the shorter woman still felt disappointed, but she knew it was pointless to keep dwelling on that.

Ingrid looked at her friend and nodded, "Let's go back to the monastery. Maybe we can come up with an excuse and... and..."

Suddenly Ingrid trailed off, and sweat began dripping off her body, much to her confusion.

"Ingrid?" Lysithea questioned, "What's wrong?"

The girl could barely breathe. 'I feel... so hot...' she managed to say. Sweat was dripping from every pore of her body. Her face was drenched. Her heart was beating at a fast rate.

She looked down at her naked body and gasped, seeing blond hair growing along her chest. No, not hair. It was too thick and scratchy. She was growing fur.

Lysithea's eyes widened, "Your chest, it worked!" She exclaimed,

Ingrid looked at her hand. Her fingers twitched, and she saw claws sprouting from her fingertips.

A smile crept on her face as she watched her once human hand slowly turn into the paw of a werewolf. "Yes... this feels... great!" The blonde got down on her knees, and she could smell the scent of her own newly formed fur. It smelled so good, so... so right.

Ingrid let out a series of groans and moans as muscle and bone shifted under her skin. Her fingers and toes transformed under her, her nails grew and changed, while her chest expanded, becoming quite sensitive to the touch.

The woman felt her teeth sharpening and felt somewhat awkward keeping her mouth closed.

Ingrid felt her spine push against her back, and the tailbone began to grow slowly but surely forming a true lupine tail. The transforming woman, who looked like and felt like a werewolf with every fiber of her being, looked back with excitement as her tail began forming

Lysithea, who had been watching her friend transform into a werewolf, slowly nodded. The spell worked. "See you in the morning..."

But her plans would change when her eyes meet with the full moon, "The full moon... why does it...? Guh!"

The short girl suddenly grasped her head as a strong pain hit her. She grimaced. An unintended consequence.

"What is this? Agh!" Lysithea felt her legs weakening as she looked around. the world appeared to be turning to shades of grey around her.

Just like with Ingrid, sweat began to rain down her body as she felt painful cracks and pops beneath her flesh, muffled by her uniform.

"So... goddamn... hot!" Her hands grew claws and with them she teared her uniform jacket open, along with her white shirt, revealing her slender chest.

Lysithea looked at her chest and was horrified by the sight of her white fur slowly spreading. Her hands were turning into paws.

"N-No!... this wasn't supposed to happen!" The petite woman, now something resembling a werewolf herself, screamed as her ears became pointier and her legs grew in size, putting tears in her leggings.

Tears began to roll down her cheeks as her back arched and her furless tail began wagging. She felt scared and out of control as the transformation accelerated. She let out a high pitched howl as she felt her teeth growing sharp.

Lysithea looked at her arms growing thick vascular muscles. A six pack had formed along her once flat abdomen. She panted as her head turned to her side. She panted, trying to process the intense pains. Lysithea saw that Ingrid had an ecstatic look on her face.

"How the hell can you enjoy t-this?!"

Most of Ingrid's body was covered in fur. She had long lost her human appereance. Massive paws instead of her feet and hands. Defined muscles moving underneath that fur.

Ingrid was down on all fours looking at the moon. Her mouth offered moans of pleasure to the giant orb. Her nose and mouth slowly bulged and stretched forward while more fur grew on her face.

With one last roar, Ingrid's transformation was completed. She shifted her massive body weight among her four legs. She more closely resembled the giant wolves that attacked them on missions, more so than the lycanthropes she fantasized about, but the tawny-furred monster nevertheless seemed ecstatic to inhabit this new body.

Lysithea stopped looking at her friend and looked back at her body, which was no longer human at this point.

Her wolf ears stood tall above her white hair, and Lysithea felt the last changes coming. Her jaw fell open in response to the growing pain. She was horrified by her face changing shape, just like it happened to Ingrid.

Once her muzzle finished forming, the smaller werewolf let out a howl that matched Ingrid’s in intensity as it echoed in the forest. Two wolves, ready to make this night one to remember.

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Somewhere in the forest, a tall creature sat under a tree.

The creature, another werewolf, by chance, felt restless and sore. Her transformation was exhausting. It took a lot of energy to make her petite body into what it was now.

The violet-furred werewolf had gotten used to transforming every full moon, but it didn't make it less painful or stressful. Even now, her biggest fear was getting spotted as she snuck out to the wilds alone, or worse, being seen transforming by a classmate!

Her ears suddenly perked up, "A howl?... wait… why does it sound familiar..."

The violet-furred werewolf girl stepped into the moonlight, trying to find the source of the sound.

Her nose twitched, and her feral eyes widened. The smell was so familiar that her mind could deduce the source of the howl with only one sniff.

"Ingrid? Lysithea...?"