“Idiot, idiot!” Ygritte scowled, storming away from the cave. “To think I…”

The redhead trailed off, a flush crossing her freckled face. She couldn't say it, even when she was alone like this. The girl's heart clenched, and she looked back to the cave.

“You know nothing…” She breathed. “I would have been better off bedding your wolf than you.”

The girl wasn't wrong, at least not to think such. However, she was wrong to speak such words aloud, especially on a night where the moon was full and the skies empty.

She tugged her furs tighter as the wind picked up, heading deeper into the woods. It didn't matter where she was going, as long as it was away from him.

Her nose began to darken on her face as she moved, and Ygritte wiped at it irritatedly. As if the day wasn't annoying enough… She sniffled, unintentionally widening her black nostrils.

The wind began to pick up, and yet she was getting hotter. That couldn't be good. It was one of the signs of frostbite… A frown passed across her face and she shifted uncomfortably. Plus her furs were itching, likely a louse from her former companion.

She sighed, spotting a small ledge to duck under. While it was no cave, it certainly was enough to shield her from the storm. She'd had worse cover in her life.

The girl made for the outcropping, snarling at how uncomfortable her furs were, and how very hot she was getting. Her whole body itched, and she dug her nails into her skin.

“Hot…” An almost canine whimper followed her words, not that she paid it any mind. Instead, she practically dove into her makeshift refuge, tearing off her furs.

Her plan was to bear a momentary cold, letting the louse freeze before putting them back on. However, tossing off her coat revealed only another layer of fur, the same shade of fiery red as her hair.

“What?” Asked Ygritte, blinking on a stupefied shock. She tugged at the hairs only to wince, her motion pulling at her skin as well.

It was impossible, and yet… these hairs were hers! The girl whimpered, pawing at her furry form.

Then her hands brushed against her nipples, and a different whimper escaped her mouth. She slumped back against the lesledge, groaning as she pet them again, and again.

In all her years as a wildling, she'd never felt such pleasure.

This was incredible, practically orgasmic! Her tongue lolled from her mouth, lengthening as she began to pant.

Ygritte was no stranger to pleasuring herself and held no restraint when it came to such matters, not when she wanted to cum. And she wanted to.

The redhead had no idea what was bringing about this wave of heat, only that she had to tend to it. Desperately, she kicked off her pants, revealing a long, shaggy red tail and a dripping, dark canine cunny.

She didn't even notice them change, though she didn't quite care. The only thing on her mind was pleasure.

Ygritte shoved her fingers deep within herself, whimpering as she grazed her folds with her growing claws.

“Damn! H-hot…” She panted loudly, her every breath increasing in volume as she stroked her walls, coaxing more pleasure from her body.

Every touch flooded her being with carnal desire, even as her legs popped and snapped, reforming into the hind legs of a canine.

“Haah… haah…” The redhead breathed desirously. She pictured Jon fucking her, but that wasn't enough. No, he had to be wearing his furs, covered in them, rubbing them against her body as though he was a wolf…

The thought of a wolf made her pussy clench, a violent change jarring her body. Her hands were forced from her sex as her shoulders and hips cracked, her back popping a second later as it reconfigured itself.

Ygritte looked to her hands and howled angrily, watching as they deformed into clumsy, large paws.

“Narrrwl! Need cummm!” She snarled, trying to force her limbs to cooperate. There was a part of her, a very small part, that told her what she was doing was wrong, that she was doing something horrible to herself by giving into desire.

That part was silenced by the erotic blooming of teats, rows of small nipples springing to life along her chest. The girl's ample bosom dwindled to nothingness, and she whined with a canine delight.

“Nrreed… morrrrrr…” Ygritte whimpered, the last human words she'd ever utter. Her body gave easily into temptation, and she curled her head towards her sex, her new nostrils drinking deep of her pussy’s wolf musk.

She'd never done anything like this before; never had dreamed of anything like this. But her body demanded satisfaction.

With a whimper of delight, she plunged her tongue past the dark lips of her changed vagina, lapping away at herself like an animal.

Every lick made her face stretch out further into a muzzle. Every lick dropped her intelligence like a rock.

“Rrrr… arrr…” She panted hotly, her breaths warm against her sopping wet snatch. Her mind was completely fogged, and her tail wagged as she approached a powerful orgasm.

Hey body was a wolf’s, with red fur and gleaming emerald eyes. It burned with need, not a want but a physical need for release.

“Arr… arr… arrr…” Her panting grew more and more rapid, matching the staccato drum of her heart.

She was close, so close, she could feel it. Hey mind was getting dumber and dumber and she didn't care, she cared only about becoming a wolf, letting herself get fucked by one.

Her mind flitted to Ghost, Jon’s direwolf. She imagined her tongue was his, no, that it was his bulging knotted cock driving into her bringing her closer making her cummm

“AROOOOO!”