Jeanette Wilderborne huffed as she looked back down to the map in her hands. She was in the right spot, but it was hard to reconcile the run-down mansion before her with the riches that were promised on the treasure map.

To think that she, such a famous thief, would be forced to scavenge for scraps from decrepit houses and ancient tombs! She'd only killed one of her competitors; what was wrong with trimming down the guild a little!

The blond pursed her lips and huffed with irritation, staring up to her current mark. It was hardly worth the efforts of someone of her stature, but if this is what it took to rebuild her reputation, then so be it!

So it was that the thief easily made her way up to one of the windows, slipping into the house with a confident smirk. Like taking candy from a baby, she thought, as all of her limbs went numb.

“W-what!” She screamed, breaking her silence as she realized that everything below her neck was no longer under her own control. That was so stupid of her; she must have missed some sort of poison trap or other!

“Could you not shout?” A male voice called from her left, and the woman turned to find a full-length mirror sitting across from her. Its silvered surface held her reflection—along with a male figure that stood behind it, a bearded man in red-and-blue robes who was scowling at her intently.

Jeanette spun her head to the other side in hopes of catching her mystery assailant; but unlike what the mirror told her, the room was empty behind her. Her heart began to pound as a single thought entered her head: sorcery.

“Oh, I'm sure you've realized that you're quite out of your league.” The man in the mirror chuckled, shaking his head dismally. “Which begs the question of why you would ever try and invade one of my sanctums in the first place. The Thieves' Guild should know that even when unattended, my homes are above reproach.”

“Wh-what?” Jeanette stammered. Had she been set up? “How did you know I was from the Thieves' Guild?” Her heart pounded as she realized this might be retribution for slaying one of her own.

“Oh, I didn't. Until now.” The man chuckled. “And I would assume that they have no idea I even exist, which is why they'd send a grunt like you for this job.” He combed his fingers through his beard, his eyes sparkling.

“Grunt? I'm a lot more than that!” Jeanette snapped indignantly. Her mind raced as she struggled to find a way out of this, a plan forming in her head. “Which means that I can help you! Release me, and I'll make sure to make the guild pay!” She continued, a grin on her face.

“Release you...” The man tapped his chin thoughtfully, only to shake his head. “No, what would be the fun in that? I think that I'd much rather keep you on-site, to protect this building from any further break-ins.”

Jeanette's heart pounded in her chest, but this was as good of a deal as she was likely to get. At the very least, it was far better than being killed by some sorcerous spell. She swallowed nervously as she inclined her head in a respectful nod. “Thank you very much for your benevolence.” She said, trying not to let her unease show. “May I begin my patrol of the grounds?”

The man laughed heartily. “My, you're an eager one! And no doubt you truly wanted to patrol, and had no intentions of running off the second you were out of my sight.” He wiped a tear of mirth from his eye, a smirk playing its way across his face. “You're not even dressed the part; nor do you even know my name.”

“How can we fix that?” Jeanette asked calmly, despite her racing heart. All she had to do was work for this guy for a little bit. Even if he put some sort of spell on her, the Guild had curse-breakers; they could sort it out in no time! “I'm Jeanette Wilderborne.” She said hesitantly, knowing the consequences of giving him her true name but fearing the repercussions of withholding it.

“Thank you for that, but your name is truly of no significance to me. You may call me Magnus.” The man smiled at her from the mirror, his eyes sparkling with delight. “Though I doubt you'll be able to pronounce that in just a few minutes.”

“You doubt I'll be able to... What?” Jeanette asked, yelping as an electric tingling raced along her body. It was like she had been covered by millions of stinging insects, all of them clamoring for a taste of her supple skin!

She looked to her reflection desperately, only to gasp in shock. It looked like she was growing thousands of hairs from all over her body, covering her from head to toe in fur! Her heart started to pick up its pace, and the woman whimpered as the mage grinned.

“There, that's a good start.” He said, running his hand along her reflection's back. Much to Jeanette's horror, she could feel the sensation of his palm pressing against her furry skin, as though her clothing wasn't in the way. “But I think we can do better.” With that, he pushed her reflected form forward, and Jeanette fell onto all fours.

“Nnh! What's happening to me?” Jeanette exclaimed, feeling her bones begin to crack and pop. Her spine straightened out and lost its human curve, and her hips and shoudlers loudly snapped as they reconfigured for a more four-footed posture.

The would-be-thief whimpered loudly, her eyes wide as she tried to stand, only to fall harmlessly back onto her hands a moment later. Worse, her neck cracked and forced her head to look straight ahead, just like a dog's.

Magnus chuckled in the mirror, crouching beside her reflection and running his hands through her hair. Jeanette recoiled in horror; then outright whimpered as his fingers began to play with her ears, making them grow longer; making them slide up her head.

“No...” She whined, wishing she could control her body and run far, far away from here. “Please, don't make me into some animal...” She'd heart rumors of mages who could be so heartless, but not once in a million years did she think she'd ever face one of them!

“Oh my, you are a smart one.” Magnus chuckled. “I'll need to keep some of that intelligence to make you an effective guard dog. Only some of it, though.” His voice was low and mocking, and it set Jeanette on edge.

She felt the lengthening hair along the back of her neck rise, and she wondered if she could somehow affect the reflection. Maybe if she jerked her head to bite at his hands... Would that even work?

Before she had the chance to find out, Magnus tore her clothing from her body, and the woman howled in distress to see how hairy she really was. Worse, her breasts looked a little smaller, and the more she stared at her reflection, the more they dwindled.

Six tingling spots further down her chest heralded that their loss coincided with a new gain, and the girl found herself whimpering with terror at the realization that she was growing teats.

Teats! Their very existence implied that she'd be mated at some point in her life; have a strong and big wolf slamming his cock into her folds. She'd howl with insensate bliss and drive her hindquarters toward him in an attempt to eke more pleasure from... From... No! What was she thinking? She didn't want to have sex with some animal, that would be wrong!

Magnus chortled, no doubt spying the look in her eye as she almost lost herself to her lust. “Something the matter? Thinking of how good it would be to be an animal?” His tone was cruel and Jeanette had no doubt that he was the source of her sex-filled thoughts.

“No, because I'm not an animal!” The thief retorted, closing her eyes and whimpering as another wave of change tore through her body. Her arms and legs popped and snapped, lengthening into four distinctly canine limbs. Like it or not, she'd become some sort of dog—though she'd be a huge one, judging from how bulky her new limbs were.

Indeed, her torso was beginning to barrel out; her breaths growing deeper and more ragged as her lungs inflated within her chest. The changes to her front seemed to carry over to her back as well, and her tailbone started to cramp with a sensation she was rapidly likening to oncoming change.

As she whimpered with distaste, her spine started to stretch out from behind her. Forming joints clicked into place along her growing tail, and she could feel the prickling of fur sweeping out from her new pores. Much as she wanted to rebel against this latest change, her mind knew that her protests would fall on deaf ears.

“Oh, what's the matter? Puppy doesn't like her tail?” Magnus smirked. “Because if you don't, then you're going to hate what comes next.” He practically sang the words with sadistic delight and Jeanette quavered in dread as she realized her face, despite all of the fur, was still human.

Sure enough, her nose began to tingle, and the woman placed both of her paws over it with a loud whine, trying to keep the changes from spreading further along her face. Her action only resulted in letting her feel her nose get damper and spongier, just like a dog's nose. It stretched away from her face and she pawed at it more with distress, trying to keep it held in.

Then Jeanette noticed that she had just moved her arms, and she leaped to all fours. Her heart pounded with delight as she realized she had control of her body again; as she realized that she could run. Her skull cracked and flattened out into a wolf's muzzle, and the transforming girl turned for the window to leap out and run.

Before she could so much as take a step; however, a new sensation ran through her body. Her vagina tingled between her legs, sending a mad rush of what felt like pleasure through her form. But how could this change be pleasurable?

Heedless of the man in the room, Jeanette rolled onto her backside, spreading her legs and looking down to her groin. Just as she'd dreaded, the lips to her sex were darkening and thickening, becoming just like an animal's.

And yet, despite all of the horror that Jeanette knew she should be feeling, she couldn't help but be more turned on than in her entire life. She had a forming suspicion that it was a consequence of the changes that had assailed her so, but before she could act on her suspicions a tsunami of lust crashed upon her and overrode them.

The woman bent down, her mouth opening instinctively and sending small droplets of drool onto her furry groin. Her long, canine tongue hung from her mouth, and she dipped a little lower, her wet muscle sliding with ease into her love hole, sampling her honey and making her gasp with pleasure.

It was good, it was beyond good! This new canine body, this direwolf's form, it was perfect for pleasuring herself! Like a dog dying of thirst, she began insistently lapping at herself, her tongue greedily latching onto every budding drop of concentrated passion.

Her dew was so tasty; so perfect; so good! Jeanette whined just like a dog as she continued to pleasure herself, not noticing how her thoughts were beginning to blur; how a haze was settling in over her mind.

S-so good! So yum! So good! She licked more and more, unknowingly eroding more and more of her mental acuity; more of her personality. Her brain devolved into that of a simple animal as she continued to tend to her burning lust; to administer soft and pillowy licks to her aching sex.

Soon she even forgot her name, only knowing herself as Direwolf. And that was okay, because the person she used to be could never pleasure herself like this; could never sate her passions in such a manner! With a whimper she approached her climax and with a howl she reached it, obliterating what little remained of her mind, all save memories of how intruders would break into her new home.

Magnus watched the transformed girl with interest, a smirk on his face at the sight of her dumbly panting; reveling in the throes of orgasm. “Well then, I think my work here is done.” He spoke smugly, a cocksure grin on his face as his image faded in the mirror. All that was left behind was a dumbly panting direwolf, who slowly drifted off to sleep.