Alisa Reinford Werewolf TF Story

The Chase against The ‘Rangers’ who stole the Feuding Celdic Merchant’s goods under Duke Albarea’s orders took far longer than they thought. So long that the sun had set in this vast Woods. What’s worse, they put up a trap that they didn’t see until it was too late, which caused their group to be separated in two.

Now, Alisa Reinford and Rean Schwarzer stood back-to-back, their weapons at the ready, as a pack of Fanged Wolves surrounded them in the moonlit clearing of Lunaria Nature Park not long after the Trap triggered. The air was heavy with tension, and the scent of the wild beasts filled their nostrils.

They were prepared for this battle, but something felt off. Fanged Wolves were not supposed to roam these woods.

As the fight ensued, Alisa's focus intensified. Her eyes darted from one snarling wolf to another, her movements swift and calculated. With precise shots, she brought down several of the creatures. Rean fought fiercely beside her, his Tachi slicing through the enemies with precision.

Just as they thought that they had slain all of the wolves, Alisa's heart skipped a beat as a lone Fanged Wolf emerged from the shadows behind Rean. Time seemed to slow as Alisa's instincts kicked in, her thoughts overridden by an overwhelming desire to protect him.

"Rean, look out!" she cried out in a panicked voice, her warning coming too late. Without a second thought, Alisa threw herself between Rean and the snarling beast, using her own body as a shield.

The Fanged Wolf's jaws clamped down on her left arm, its razor-sharp teeth sinking deep into her flesh. Pain shot through Alisa like wildfire, and her scream echoed through the forest.

"Alisa!" He exclaimed, his voice laden with worry and disbelief.

Alisa's eyes were wide with a mixture of agony and determination. Her free hand trembled as she lifted her bow into the air, her fingers slick with blood. With a desperate surge of strength, she slammed it against the Fanged Wolf's skull, killing it.

Breathing heavily, Alisa fell to her knees, clutching her bleeding limb. Rean rushed to her side with an expression of concern. "Hold on, Alisa. We'll get you out of here," he reassured her, his grip tightening on his sword.

Gently, he supported her trembling form, his touch filled with both tenderness and urgency.

Alisa's breaths came in ragged gasps as she nodded weakly, her vision blurred by tears of pain and frustration. Together, they staggered away from the place.

Fortunately, they managed to reunite with their classmates, Laura S. Arseid and Elliot Craig, right at the Fork where the Ambush happened. Right before Alisa fell into unconsciousness from the pain. Rean and Laura check for any potential traps while Eliot casts several Tear Arts for Alisa.

Laura mused after hearing Rean’s explanation, “So that’s what caused Alisa’s injury; it is strange indeed. Those Wolves are supposed to hang around the Highway. We’ve seen them multiple times prior.”

Elliot chimed in from behind them as he continued tending to Alisa. “But thank Goddess that Alisa is okay. I managed to heal her, but uh… is the injury not as severe as we thought?”

Rean objected half-jokingly, “Or perhaps your healing is getting better, Elliot. I still had to apologize to Alisa for having to save me back there, though.”

Laura, while amused, had to cut the banter. “I suppose so. However, I had to remind you all that we had to pick up the pace. These Thieves are running deeper into the Nature Park as we speak. And yet, we can’t leave Alisa here either. “

Elliot raised his hand and suggested, “I’m not sure if I can carry Alisa all the way, but it’s probably better for me to stay in the back and continue healing her and be on support. while you two open the path ahead. I’ll do the best that I can.

Rean nodded as Laura moved up to help Alisa to be on Elliot’s back. “Thank you, Elliot. Now let’s continue, but we had to leave Alisa right before the Thieves when we find them.”

And yet, despite the setback of Alisa’s injury, the trio somehow managed to arrest the Thieves. Later on, Alisa regained consciousness after the RMP and Instructor Sara bailed them from the Kruezen Provincial Army’s attempt to interfere. However, little did they know that this incident had severe consequences.

Almost a month had passed since that fateful day, and Alisa had made a remarkable recovery from her injuries. Her arm had healed, to which she thanked Emma’s herbals for, leaving behind only a faint scar as a reminder of the harrowing encounter. Her daily routine didn't suffer any changes. It seemed that everything was normal with Alisa and her friends resuming their studies at Thors Military Academy.

But as the last days of the month drew near, especially during their next incursion in the Old Schoolhouse, Alisa couldn't help but notice something peculiar about herself. It’s not about her skills with technology that she kept a secret from her Classmates. But rather… her senses seemed heightened, her sense of smell gone particularly acute.

She found herself catching whiffs of scents that were imperceptible to others, picking up even the faintest traces of blood and the earthy aroma of plants or... the forest.

Alisa's unease grew as she experienced subtle changes in her physical appearance, such as a very small growth on her muscles and hair growing in places that she would rather not mention.

And she felt like the Purple-furred Cat with Blue Bowed Tail that often hangs around town was glaring at her every time she was near ever since the excursion.

On the following night, Alisa found herself walking the dimly lit hallway of the school, a strange sensation enveloping her with each step. Her heart quickened its pace, pounding in sync with the restlessness coursing through her veins. A flicker of movement caught her attention, drawing her gaze toward the window of one of the classrooms next to her. There, amidst a sea of twinkling stars, hung the luminous full moon.

A jolt of inexplicable energy surged through Alisa's body, her breath hitching in her throat. She found herself drawn closer to the window. The moon seemed like it was growing larger and more mesmerizing the longer she looked.

"What's happening to me?!" Alisa cried out, her voice echoing through the empty classroom. Gripping arms tightly, she could feel a surge of unfamiliar energy coursing through her body, intensifying with each passing second.

"I have to get out of here!" Alisa's voice quivered with fear. With a surge of adrenaline, she fled from the school, rushing towards the backyard, then turned onto the Academy Field, where she had her Lacrosse Club activities.

She was so focused that she went past her classmate, Emma Milstein, in the Backyard, who, after trying to greet her, was ignored. Instead, all the Class President could do in the end was wonder.

"Something doesn't feel right with Alisa ever since she came back from Celdic. Eliot said that she got bitten by a wolf there, but despite my herbs helping the recovery, things got worse since they went to the Old Schoolhouse yesterday. and now Celine's actively hissing at her, even telling me that she smells like a dog-"

And then she gasped, "Wait, I think Grandmother once said that Lunare has scents of Higher Elements in it, just like the Old Schoolhouse" She then also looked at the sky where the full Moon was. "Oh crap, This is bad. I gotta contact Grandmother tomorrow if not now!"

Meanwhile, Alisa reached the edge of the Field that led into the dense forest off the town of Trista that loomed before her like a sanctuary. Without a moment's hesitation, she plunged into the depths of the woods, her footsteps blending with the rustling leaves.

However, the run stopped as Alisa gasped, her body suddenly losing balance and collapsing perfectly onto all fours. A surge of pain coursed through her limbs, causing her muscles to spasm and convulse. She struggled to regain control, but it was as if her own body had become a foreign entity, obeying some otherworldly force.

"Ah, this hurts!" Alisa cried out; her voice choked with anguish. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead, trickling down her face and dampening her uniform. The fabric clung to her skin as her body underwent a grotesque metamorphosis.

Her hands contorted, nails elongating into sharp claws.

"My hands! They're changing!" Alisa exclaimed in horror, her voice filled with disbelief and terror. She stared in bewilderment as her fingers elongated further, her nails sharpening into fierce claws. The once familiar sight of her hands now appeared to be distorted and monstrous paws.

"Aah… Damn.. it!" Alisa gasped, her voice choked with pain. She clutched her chest with her claws, her body convulsing as her heart raced with an unnatural rhythm. The sound of bones cracking and reshaping echoed through the stillness of the forest, intermingling with her anguished cries.

Her torso contorted and contended, muscles bulging and expanding beneath her uniform. The seams of her clothing strained under the force of her transformation. With a sickening tearing sound, the fabric surrendered to the strain, rending apart as her body grew in size and stature.

She needed to take off her blazer and turtleneck, her body is outgrowing the confines of her clothing.

"I can't take this!" Desperation mingled with the torment as Alisa grasped the torn fabric, yanking and ripping until her bra fell off and her upper body was exposed to the night air.

She looked back, trying to take off her skirt. She was only able to let it slide off slowly to her knees before she realized what had transpired. He eyes widening in disbelief and horror as she observed the transformation that had taken place. Her once feminine curves had given way to a more muscular and bestial physique. The contours of her breasts were now obscured by a dense layer of blonde fur.

Alisa panted as her mind reeled with a mix of revulsion and fascination as she traced her gaze along her transformed body. Her arms had turned into claws with the sharpness of a sword. Her stockings are long gone, revealing her legs had grown more robust, with the muscles visibly bulging beneath the growing fur.

"N-no way! Aaahh! I'm becoming a monster!" Alisa's voice wavered with a mix of terror and despair. She clenched her face, feeling a sharp pain radiating from her jaw. She recoiled as her teeth elongated and sharpened, resembling fangs ready to rend flesh. Her ears throbbed and shifted higher on her head, taking on a more pointed shape, further accentuating her beastly transformation.

Alisa groaned in anguish as her transformation continued relentlessly. Her spine arched and contorted, the vertebrae elongating into a flexible tail that pushed against her panties, threatening to tear through the fabric. "S-stop...!" She moaned as her tail grew longer, slowly tearing her panties as she struggled to loathe how mesmerizing the feeling of having a tail was.

However, that moment of respite ended quickly when she felt an excruciating pressure building in her feet as they expanded in size and strength. Her knees are lifting, her bones are splintering, and her boots are breaking, revealing her completely transformed hind legs, engulfed in fur.

A loud crack in her hips broke apart her skirt that was clinging to her knees. It forced her to unleash a primal, anguish-filled roar, a sound that echoed through the trees and reverberated through the night. It was a guttural cry, a desperate plea for her lost humanity. A cry that finally tore her hair tie, falling to the ground like the Lino Flowers she adored. Her voice and bare form merged with the wildness of the forest, blending with the rustling leaves and the howls of distant creatures.

The transformation has reached its peak, and the fur is reaching her face, leaving Alisa on the precipice between two worlds. She felt her very essence shifting, her human self being eclipsed by the feral instincts of the beast within. With that feral instinct came the emerging arousal that she vehemently denied. As her chest was barreling out, the struggle between her human consciousness and the primal urges of her new form intensified, fueling her cries with a mix of desperation and defiance.

And yet the transformation continued its relentless advance.

She cried out in anguish as her face contorted and stretched, reshaping into a snout lined with sharp, elongated teeth. Her cheeks bulged, her jaw extending into a fearsome muzzle. The tears that streamed down her fur-covered cheeks mingled with the droplets of saliva that dripped from her newly formed jaws.

Alisa's voice was reduced to a series of pained whimpers as she felt her vocal cords shifting, adapting to the new form. The cries of distress were turning into haunting howls.

And so, on all fours, Alisa raised her snout to the moonlit sky and let loose the loudest howl it could ever be.

In the next day, as the first rays of sunlight filtered through the dense foliage of the forest, Rean ventured into the wilderness, filled with worry for Alisa. Emma told everyone in Class VII about Alisa's disappearance after a long sleepless night judging by the bags in her eyes. She must have tried looking for her first, he thinks. As such, everyone agreed to do a covert search in the morning, not wanting to fuel rumors that had spread about her mysterious absence last night.

But then, he found a torn-apart Thors uniform on the ground. Not wanting to dread any possibility, it instead fueled his determination to find her. With each step, he noticed peculiar claw marks etched onto tree trunks and the faint, lingering scent of blood from small animal carcasses.

After some time, his heart pounding with a mix of relief and concern, Rean stumbled upon a clearing in the forest. There, lying amidst the tangled grass and dirt, was Alisa. Her body is naked and coated with dirt and what at first glance looked like small remains of grass, but it was blonde hair.

She appeared utterly exhausted, her chest rising and falling with the deep rhythm of sleep. But he realized that he saw the Forbidden that is her bare form, so he immediately put his hands on his face and looked away.

Then, as if stirred by Rean's presence, Alisa began to stir from her slumber. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing sleepy, bewildered eyes. As she started to orient sight, she asked, "Rean, is that you? And why did you cover your face?"

Trying to cover his panic, he gives the best answer he could have. "Uh… I just- I just don't want to repeat the history, that's all."

That made Alisa confused, but it made her look downwards to see her current state of dress, or a lack of it. Widening her eyes, she gazed her eyes back through his hand into Rean's, a look of terror washed over her face.

"AAAAHHH! YOU SEEN ME NAKED, YOU PERVERT!" She scrambled backward and slapped him with unexpected force.

After things calmed down, Rean rubs his reddened cheek while he still looks away. He sighed, "I knew this would happen", while Alisa lets out a hmph whilst using her hand to cover her chest. "So, how did you find me here?"

With a cough, he explains that she had disappeared last night, and so everyone in Class VII is worried and trying to look for her this morning. He was worried when he found her torn clothes, but he's glad she's okay.

But then Alisa cuts him off. "Wait, what do you mean my clothes are torn-?!" before her eyes darted around, taking in her nakedness and the unfamiliar surroundings. Her mind struggled to make sense of the events that had transpired, but then the memory of her transformation was fresh and haunting.

Alisa's eyes widened with a mix of recognition and dread as memories of the previous night flooded back to her. The transformation, the excruciating pain, and the overwhelming sensation of her humanity slipping away all came rushing back into torrent.

“No… No!" She started covering her mouth instead. "S-Stay away from me!" Alisa demanded, her voice laced with a mix of fear and confusion. Then her breath hitched, and she took a shaky crawl away from Rean into the nearest tree, her gaze filled with a mix of fear and shame. "I... I remember," she whispered, her voice trembling. "I transformed... into a monster. It was... unbearable. I couldn't control it. Now my life is ruined, having to go like this every month."

Rean, sensing Alisa's vulnerability and the need for comfort, swiftly took off his jacket and approached her cautiously. With a gentle touch, he draped the jacket around her, shielding her exposed form from the chill of the morning air. Once he did, he held her shoulders. "Stop it, Alisa! Get a hold of yourself! Whoever that Monster is, that isn't you. You had nothing to do of what happened in this forest last night, you are not in control of which ever creature you turned into. What it did last wasn't your responsibility at all. And at least nobody else is hurt as well. I'm sure we'll be able to figure this out together, okay?"

Alisa hesitated for a moment, her tear-filled eyes meeting Rean's gaze. But then she heard Rean murmuring something along the lines of "He knows what a true monster is like," and she could tell he wasn't referring to her. While she doesn't know what it means, slowly, she allows herself to accept the warmth and solace offered by his jacket.

And then Rean offered his hand after letting her go, wanting to help Alisa to stand back up. But Alisa jokes, "Oh no, I'm not letting you hug me, not when I was naked at least. But you're right, I can't just sit here, secluding myself from the world forever".

Taking a deep breath, Alisa steadied herself and rose to her feet with Rean's assistance. She clung to that support as they stood together in the clearing.

"We need to go back; everyone is worried about you," Rean said softly, his voice filled with concern.

Alisa nodded. Her expression is a mix of determination and vulnerability. She understood the gravity of the situation and the need to confront the challenges ahead, both with her Curse and the consequences of her disappearance last night. With Rean by her side, she felt a flicker of hope ignite within her, fueling her resolve to regain control of her destiny.

Hand in hand, they began their journey back through the forest, stepping cautiously but resolutely.

Rean calls everyone else to return to the Dorm now that he had found Alisa. And once they returned to the Dorm, Rean made up an story that Alisa got ambushed by Monster, who got her knocked out and tore down her clothes while she was unconscious. Surprisingly though, despite being the last person who sees her prior to the disappearance, Emma chose to vouch for her cover story. Although, that caused the 'Cat Girl' of the Group, Fie Clausell, to joke that Alisa seems to have bad luck with Animals recently, which caused the rest of Class VII to go back to their usual laughs banters, while Celine who slept at the dorm's fence suddenly sneezed.

Rean had gone a lot more supportive of Alisa after that, he accompanied her on the sidelines in her future transformations. To make sure that the Wolf didn't put anyone else in the harm's way as well. But of course, inevitably, soon the rest of Class VII found out eventually about her Curse. And much to her shock, they're just as supportive to keep this a secret, even despite it happening right after her maid, Sharon Krueger showed up and exposed her being a Reinford.

It is also when she found herself becoming closer to Emma as a friend. As she explained to her from what she read about the Curse, apparently. While there's no Cure as far as it's known. There is a key to making the Curse more bearable here. Ironically, despite what Rean said earlier, the answer is acceptance. By accepting that her Wolf self isn't the monster she's making it out to be, she could remain conscious and in control once she transformed, instead of being engulfed by feral insticts. It won't stop the pain completely, but she still could make the best of it.

And yet, despite that Second Slap, she also accepted that she started to grow feelings for Rean for being so accepting of her Wolf side, despite not knowing what Rean might even go through. He had seen the worst part of her after all, which is worse than her being the daughter of a Company that made mass-murdering weapons.

That kind of acceptance, both with her feelings and her Wolf side, took a while for it to happen though. And yet, she finally understands Rean is talking about when he finally confesses to having something similar. He had these so-called Ogre powers since he was a child, where he brutally butcher a Bear with a Knife to protect his sister. And, that combined with his mysterious past prior to being adopted by the Schwarzers made him consider himself a Monster as well, why he's so down on himself, and why he learned the Eight Leaves One Blade School in the first place.

Alisa doesn't think he's any less of a monster than her, but she stopped that thought knowing that she shouldn't think of such things as a part of her acceptance. It would be hypocritical for both of them otherwise. Even if that acceptance came at the cost of her earning the eternal enmity of the Catfolks, at least Fie isn't offended at all.

The rest of Class VII kept supporting her to get grips with her Curse as more months passed. Even through the thick and thin of the Civil War, where the shenanigans of the Nobility made her admittedly how much she wanted to mow down those arrogant bastards for what they did, more than she would have liked. Once she reunites with Emma though, she is able to explain everything now that she revealed herself as a Witch.

It turns out that the reason why the Curse of the Werewolf is so rare in Zemuria is due to having so many multiple factors. It only happens when someone is bitten by a Wolf in a Higher Elements Area during the Full Moon. But if you don't go to any Higher Elements Area within a month after the Full Moon, you won't turn into a Werewolf. Alisa just had the bad luck of coming to the Old Schoolhouse one day before the Full Moon. The reason why the Werewolf Curse so rarely happened, is because no normal person would in their right mind, go into any Higher Element Areas willingly.

Emma apologized for not realizing what happened until it was too late, and for having to keep her true knowledge of the Curse from Alisa to keep her secret as the Hexen Clan Member. Otherwise, she would have stopped Alisa from coming to the Old Schoolhouse that day. And yet, Alisa just laughed it off and told her that Emma doesn't need to worry as she's fully accepted her curse now.

Eventually though, right before their mission to liberate Karel Imperial Villa, she and Rean start dating. Even though they had to go separate once more everyone but Rean in Class VII chose to take the Acceleration Course and graduate a year early. She seeks to right her Family Company's wrongs and seek to reform it from within.

A year later though, she managed to become the Manager of the 4th Development Division. A position that comes with a lot of stress from work. So she gotta admit that transforming into a Werewolf once a month became a nice change of pace and she welcomes it. Although, sometimes she worked so hard that she forgot that it was the Full Moon until Sharon reminded her or she saw it from her office. To which she immediately closed down her office and went back to a Bunker she installed next to her room in the Penthouse.

But if she's unlucky and her mom is home somehow, she has to race down to the nearest Alleyway deep in Roer or beyond the City Walls before anyone catches her transforming. And yet, as much as she hates to admit it, she's quite enjoying the thrills of running at night before the Transformation kicks in.