Sneeze Fart Shift Book 1
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Elizabeth Gordon
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After the death of her human parents, Anna sets out to find the biological mother she has never known. All clues lead her to New York City, where she uncovers the hidden werewolf community that has existed just beyond her reach her entire life. Drawn into a world of packs, secrets, and shifting loyalties, Anna must face the truth of where she belongs. Will the New York wolves accept her into their ranks, or will the Big Apple prove far more dangerous than she ever imagined?
The Pack Plot
I’m not supposed to be here, I thought as I followed a luna with tight jeans, curly blond hair, and a leather jacket. She paused at a thicket that appeared solid until a large arm brushed away an unrooted bush and granted her entry.
After scanning the area to ensure I wasn’t being observed, I approached the shrub as well, expecting it to move aside as it had for the blonde.
Moments passed, and the shrub remained stubbornly in place. I could detect the scent of an alpha on the other side of the greenery, and I was confused as to why he was not granting me passage. Impatiently, I cleared my throat, alerting him to my presence.
“The Plot is at full capacity at the moment,” the alpha seethed through the leaves. “Wait your turn.”
Confused, I assessed my surroundings. Nothing but trees stretched for miles: how could the Plot be full? I was contemplating this when the bush moved aside and a tall brunette luna dashed through the passage, giggling as she hurried to adjust her shirt to cover her naked breast. She seemed unaware of my presence as she dashed past.
I stepped aside to offer her room, and it was a good thing I did, because only a moment later a large alpha burst through the bushes, grinning ear to ear as he chased after the brunette. Apparently, he was not ready for the good times to end.
“Now you can enter,” the voice that had reprimanded me hissed.
My inner voice screamed, Turn back now! and though the anxiety I was feeling was almost enough to cause me to flee, another voice chimed in, this one came from my pussy, which had developed opinionated thoughts in the past few months.
Go, she urged me as my lower area stirred. Wouldn’t a big cock feel nice about now?
Though my brain cried, No—don’t do it! I felt my head bob in agreement as my feet carried me forward.
Once I gained entry, the sun was instantly blotted out by a thick canopy of leafy, outstretched branches. Once inside, I paused.
I had been so focused on getting inside that I had not stopped to consider what came next. Of course, the Pack Plot had rules, rules that, if broken, carried heavy consequences, so I had to tread carefully.
I gazed around at the trees, where bras, panties, and jeans had been strung on branches. Assuming that I was expected to strip, I carefully began to remove my top.
“Hurry up,” the acting gatekeeper growled. “We don’t have all day, and others will be along wanting in soon enough.”
I nodded as I began to remove my jeans and felt the lump in my back pocket. As I began to unbutton my jeans, I shot a sour look at the gatekeeper. “Do you mind giving me a little privacy?”
The gatekeeper looked taken aback. “This is a wild time to choose to be prudish,” he cried, sounding slightly amused.
I offered him a loaded look. “Fine,” he sighed as he turned around. “But make it snappy or I’m going to toss you out.”
I nodded as I hurried to shimmy out of my jeans. Once I was nude, I extracted a tiny pouch from my pocket.
It was full of ragweed, which was an odd thing to carry around…unless you were a werewolf who relied upon her allergies to shift.
***
I had grown up in the human world, where allergies were common, but they were unheard of among werewolves, so even among my own kind, I was an anomaly.
The only person who knew about my strange affliction was my roommate Brandon, and when he noticed a crop of ragweed growing around our apartment building, he had rushed to remove it with his own well-manicured hands.
Unfortunately, he couldn’t rid the world of all the weeds, and I had managed to secure some when my vagina convinced me that I had to go to the Pack Plot.
I had been so obsessed with the idea that early that morning I had stuffed my nose with vapor rub, strapped on a painter’s mask, and donned heavy rubber gloves and went hunting through overgrown areas. I knew I must have looked like a lunatic, but my pussy convinced me that it would be well worth the temporary embarrassment.
Now, as I stood naked sniffing the pouch, I wasn’t so sure, but before I had a chance to change my mind, I felt a tickle that began in my nose and instantly shot down my throat.
“What’s the hold up?” the gatekeeper growled as he began to turn around. I opened my mouth to plead with him to give me a moment, but then suddenly my eyes crossed and my mind melted into a soft haze. Then it came: the sneeze that would be the catalyst for my shift.
It was a hearty sneeze, so forceful that it forced the noxious gas that had been accumulating in my stomach due to the breakfast burrito I’d had that morning to noisily burst from me.
I opened my mouth to excuse myself, but before I could utter a word, my jaw shot out and my spine extended as if I were a spring trap that had been released.
Soon my mind shifted and I was on all fours, happily clawing the ground. My senses heightened, introducing me to the exotic aroma of sex and passion. I growled in appreciation as I turned toward the gatekeeper.
“Easy, girl,” he cautioned me as he removed the bush that acted as the final barrier.
Instantly the air was blooming with colors as the essence of the wolves mating in the trees wafted through the air, their pheromones flickering within the colorful mist like fireflies that had just survived a storm.
I felt my back legs quiver with anticipation as I entered.
Wolves were packed together in the clearing, panting and growling as they engaged in copulation. My nose was instantly drawn to a rather large alpha with a heavy auburn coat on my right, who was currently engaged with a much smaller taupe-colored luna.
Next to his thrusting hips, a white luna patiently waited her turn with her tail raised and her backside grinding against his leg.
Though the auburn wolf seemed thoroughly engaged, he suddenly paused. The luna beneath him whined in protest as he began to sniff the air.
His snout turned toward me and his clear blue eyes widened as he detected fresh meat. His shift in mood was apparent as his scent turned from a sublime golden hue to the dark red of violent desire.
My wolf brain was better at ignoring my vagina, because I felt myself turn away with the intention of fleeing, but as I did so, the auburn wolf departed from the luna he had been enjoying.
The white female who had been waiting attempted to lure him back by offering him a view of her backside, but he rejected her with a warning snap of his jaw before he made a beeline for me.
I turned away and cowered, hoping that he would find me pathetic, but he was determined to break in the new girl.
Though I was too frightened to turn around, I could feel the heat emanating from him as he approached, and now that he had dismounted, I could detect several scents. He must have been insatiable, because the scents were relatively fresh.
If I had been in human form, I would have been slightly disgusted, but my wolf was enticed by the strong perfume of sex, and I felt myself begin to yield, but before he could mount me, he was suddenly batted away.
I returned to a stance as the large auburn wolf was tossed to the side. He was tough; though it was apparent that he had taken a massive hit, he only rolled once before bouncing upright into a defensive stance, baring his teeth.
His bravado only lasted a few moments, because as he gazed past me, he suddenly lowered his snout and began to cower.
Curious to see the beast that had turned the testosterone-filled alpha into a frightened mouse, I began to spin around, only catching a glimpse of dark fur and a gray eye before a massive paw came down on my neck, forcing me into submission.
Realizing that I wasn’t going to get a good look at him, I inhaled deeply to get a sense of my new suitor, but instead of being treated to a masculine scent, I felt a familiar burn erupt inside my nostrils, followed by a familiar tingle.
Unable to fight the sensation, a sneeze erupted from my snout, and suddenly my human brain was back in the driver’s seat, cursing as my wolf’s claws snapped back and were quickly replaced by fingernails.
The transformation must have startled the wolf preparing to mount me, because suddenly the pressure was released from my neck.
It happened so swiftly that goosebumps began to form on my bare skin as my fur retracted into its roots and I was in human form among a den of wolves.
Werewolves had many rules, but a short list of sins, and I had just accidentally committed number three on the list.
This was considered bestiality. Though we were still werewolves when walking on two legs, bi-mating was banned because it caused the wolf mind to adopt an uncontrollable depravity, and the consequence for attempting such an act was death.
The pack plot seemed to be frozen in a state of shock. My legs shook violently as I struggled to stand. My movements seemed to break the spell my atrocity had placed on the canines, because as I gazed around, their expressions gained clarity and some of them had already begun to bare their teeth.
