Shifting Methods Novels & Stories

Of course, she’s gorgeous. “That was a great shift,” Greg adds, switching straight into instructor mode. “For your second shift, you two did really well. We’ll work on some meditation techniques to speed it up, and we’ll get you shifting mid-fight too. Eventually, you’ll be able to shift on the move like a pro.” He smirks.

Sinful. I strutted to that pole like it owed me money. Wrapped my manicured fingers tight around the cold chrome, squeezed just to feel it bite back. I took one deep breath, my boobs rising, nipples already hard against the thin fabric. Then I started moving. Slow at first. Hips snaking, rolling deep like I was riding dick in slow motion. Back arched so hard my spine curved like a question mark nobody better answer wrong. I let the beat fuck me into it. Spun once as my hair lash wild, ass bouncing with the whip. Dropped low, knees wide, booty popping out, thighs splitting just enough to flash how soaked my pussy lips were already clinging to that thong.

Rylan said, the moment I cleared the door, "we work on transitioning back. Not just holding the shift. Shifting out of it cleanly." "What's wrong with how I do it now?" "You land on your hands and knees." "Dramatically," I added. "I land dramatically." "Smooth shifts save time," he said, ignoring me completely. "Time saves lives." I rolled my shoulders back. "Very inspiring." I shifted. Bones, fur, the world dropping two feet and rebuilding itself wider and sharper. The smells of the yard hit me all at once, damp soil, grass, Rylan's jacket, something dead and small near the far fence that we were all apparently pretending wasn't there.

“About the shifting?” She paused, her hands stilling for a brief second before continuing. “Ethan’s always serious. You’ll learn that soon enough.” “That’s not reassuring,” I scoffed, rolling my eyes away. The sound of rustling interjected the still air. “Good.“ She said in a stern tone. “You shouldn’t feel reassured. Shifting is brutal the first time, especially under stress. But it’s necessary.” I watched as she stepped away to open a metal drawer by a locker set sitting against a charcoal black wall.

I asked again. She nodded enthusiastically. “Alright. Now, move a little back. Gotta give 'em time to adjust to you,” I said, buying myself time to prep for the transformation, and just holding out of her a little. ‘I don’t need time to adjust,’ Bane sneered. ‘I know,’ The anticipation on her face was almost cute to watch. I closed my eyes, let out an exhale, and shifted. Since Bane was at least twice my mass, the clothes on my body would tear if he were to just burst out. Hence, we developed a shifting system where we shift and take off the clothes at the same time.

They moved with military precision, fanning out to block any possible escape route. Then, in perfect synchronization that sent chills down my spine, all eight wolves shifted. The transformation was unlike any I'd seen before. Usually, shifting was accompanied by the sound of bones breaking and reforming, by grunts of pain and discomfort. But these wolves shifted silently, smoothly, as if it cost them no effort at all.

Cain explained that this was where new wolves practiced shifting in a controlled environment away from the main pack. "First shift is always the hardest because you're fighting your instincts instead of working with them. You need to stop thinking and start feeling. Let your body do what it wants to do." "That's not helpful advice." "I know. But there's no instruction manual for this. Everyone's first shift is different." He stepped back to give me space. "Close your eyes and focus on what you're feeling. All that pressure under your skin, all that energy that needs an outlet. Follow it instead of pushing it down."

I had to, so he would win. I remember how they all sat there staring at me… utterly dumbfounded and confused.. even scared. They told me later that they’d never in any of their lives seen anything like it .. they’d never seen anyone shift so quickly, or without the medicine. They said usually the first shift is slow.. and each part of your body shifts one at a time. This happens for the first few times in fact. But for whatever reason… I did it all at once. Maybe that was the first sign that I was somehow different. I hadn’t thought about that in ages. But I’d always been a quick shifter. Even after that day the second and third times I shifted .. it was immediate.

I need to come out of this shell that is my body. ''Fuck'' I mutter to myself with heavy breaths. If I don't shift, I will be intolerable for the rest of the day. I put on my shirt ignoring all the sweat and make a run for the woods. That is the one close to my home, it is the only one I would feel safe running around in my bare form. Shifting is a process; it is not the easiest one but it gives me a bittersweet pleasure. I feel it before I even see my body change. My bones crackle up from within, they bend and shift to the shape I will soon take. The pain is strong but it is also exciting. My skin opens and the hairs spring out. This takes a couple of minutes and then I am on all fours and