Alo'i stared at the werewolf that had been terrorising his home city of Fal'gir, it's white fur matching the snow that falling down in droves, blanketing the land around them. Its red eyes shining intently as it stared back into his, both ready and waiting for the other to make a move.

Normally the werewolf was quick to dispatch those who stood in its way but Alo'i was different. Standing at an impressive 6'6", he stood head and shoulders above most of his fellow countrymen and stood on even ground with the beast. His tall stature and naturally muscular physique made him a prime candidate as a court knight, which he trained in when he was younger. When he came of age though, his intellect drew the attention on the local mages guild who had offered to train him. He jumped at the chance, becoming a full fledged brother mage in almost record time. So now, stood foot deep in snow was both an accomplished warrior and mage, armed with nothing but his magic and a truncheon.

The beast lowered its head and charged, aiming an outstretched claw at Alo'i's chest. He skilfully dodged the swipe and withdrew his weapon in one motion. He maintained his pirouette with club outstretched, but missed the beast as it dug a claw into the ground, spinning itself around in a swift motion. As soon as the beast ground to a halt, it lunged forward again, teeth bared and aimed for his opponent's jugular. Alo'i raised his weapon in front of his face at the last moment, hoping the werewolf would knock itself into submission. Instead, the beast tilted its head and grabbed the weapon in its powerful jaws before bucking its neck, wrenching the weapon from Alo'i hand before he could react. Alo'i thought the beast smiled as it threw the truncheon away, this beast was smart he mused.

'But not smart enough', he mused.

The weapon was raised purely to buy him time. While the werewolf was busying itself with the task of disarming him, Alo'i hid his off-hand behind himself and was charging an experimental spell. The spell readied just as the wolf looked back at him, the realisation of its error soon showing on its face as Alo'i brought his hand up, crackling and shrieking with unnatural energy. Before the beast could react, Alo'i thrust his hand forward, and with a bloodcurdling war cry unleashed the eldritch energies contained within his hand straight at the beast.

As the energy struck the beast, it bucked and kicked in unnatural ways, its body being distorted in horrific ways. Alo'i knew what was coming, he had thought to practice this dark art once before on a prisoner donated by the local lord for his research. As the beast's skin bubbled and stretched, its form started rapidly losing mass. After a minute, the beast was no more than a pile of fur laying in the snow. Alo'i picked it up and stored it in his pack, before picking his truncheon up from where it had been tossed to. It had a few tooth marks in it, but was otherwise still fine, so he wiped it down and slid it back into his belt before leaving for home.

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Once Alo'i was back at his home, he removed his cloak and pack, then placed his weapon on his workbench, he would shine it up later he mused. He then turned his attention back to his new prize; the skin of the great beast that had been terrorising the city. He unfurled it in front of him and marvelled at the beast's form. The heavy musculature was visible even while the body was deflated. He also noted the look of anger emblazoned in the creature's eyes before his attention was drawn to a similarly coloured body part lower down.

Evidently this beast was well hung.

Alo'i decided to try on the skin, to see what lycanthropy did to its victims. With enough research using this subject, he was hoping to produce a permanent cure for those afflicted with the terrible disease that saw regular folk turned into horrific nightmares. He lay the skin down on his bed and disrobed his remaining clothes, quietly thanking the gods he remembered to put on the fire before he left on his hunt. Once he was naked in his house, he turned his attention back to the form laying dormant on his bed.

He picked up the wolf skin and slid a leg into the corresponding leg of the suit before putting weight on his new leg and doing the same with his other leg. He then slid the suit up the remainder of his legs to his waist, before grabbing the wolf's fearsome member and sliding his own (respectable) erection into it like a sleeve. From there, the suit was lifted up further so he could slide his right arm into the suit. Once done, he did the same with his left arm, before sealing up the back of the suit with a memorised incantation. All that was left now was to slide his head into the werewolf's grimacing visage, losing himself inside the skin of the beast that had caused so much damage. Once the suit was fully affixed, it sealed itself to him as he knew it would, the same had happened with the prisoner before so he knew what to expect.

What he didn't expect however, was a mind split in two. One one was the feral, animalistic urges of a creature bent on destruction; but there was another. A mind that was terrified of what it had become, a mind that was ashamed of this affliction and desperately sought an end to this curse, however it came. Pushing both minds to the side, Alo'i begun his research using his newfound insight. As the night drew to a close however, he could feel the body changing back. Intrigued to see who the poor soul was who was paired with this terrifying creature, Alo'i ambled over to a mirror set up on a far wall to watch the transformation.

His face started to regress back to a more humanoid shape as he lost height and mass fairly rapidly. He finally stopped shrinking at approximately 5'9", an average height for someone from this region. Curiously though, as his body lost mass, his chest muscles stayed in place, they just changed shape. Another curious thing was the wolf's penis slowly retracted into its body. He saw past his chest as his canid penis withdrew itself altogether into his body, along with the resplendent white fur that had covered his mghty frame a mere handful of minutes ago. He reached a hand down to find his genitals had completely changed, he pulled his hand back to find it was wet from arousal. He looked up to the mirror, only to gasp in horror at what stared back at him. Standing in the mirro, staring back in disbelief was the Lord's daughter.

In ALL her glory.