"Uh huh, yes. It seems to work. No. Not since that night. Uh hm. We did. Yes, now this very moment in fact - she's alright so far. Thanks again sweetheart, this tip was brilliant. See you soon, bye!" Dad hangs up the telephone and sighs.

He climbs up the farmhouse's stairs, squeaky, old and wooden - every step makes a croaking sound.

"I told you dude, I had covid! Yeah, true - was completely under the weather the last few weeks and at home. Come on... You're not my mother, why should I have to announce it?!" his son says to his friends on discord. "What? Yes, my sister too. Still in quarantine. Whaaat nooo, you can't suck her tits, they're tiny, she's my sister and she is sick. That's gross dude!" it shouts from the teenagers room.

He recovered like a champ. He woke up in the stables the morning after the incident and his Dad told him everything. It was kind of hard to believe, but he couldn't deny what happened, with all this evidence. He adjusts his headset.

"So you wanna play Overwatch now or what?" he asks his online friends.

"Are you ready, son?" his old man suddenly asks through the door.

"Ah, yes Dad, coming!" the boy answers.

That late already, he forgot about the time.

"Have to go, see you later jerks!" he says jokingly to his friends and puts off the headset.

He opens his desks drawer and rummages through his belongings. Pens, a disposable vape he once tried and didn't like, tissues, charging cables, a deck of cards. In the back of the drawer, panties. A lavender colored thong, Hello Kitty themed panties and green forest themed ones, with trees and vines on it. Sara's panties, all used.

He found the green ones the morning after in the stables, they fell out of Sara's jacket. He wanted to give them back to her, but they smelled so good. She must have worn them quite some time, crusted and stained as they are. One of his most priced possessions now.

Tucked away in his sisters little girl panties, the one with Hello Kitty on it, is a small glass vial filled with a milky white liquid. She had these panties since she was twelve or thirteen, and they don't fit anymore quite properly. Doesn't matter, now they're his. He takes the vial, holds it against the screenlight.

"Cheers." he says as he opens it and chugs down the shot of his own cum.

It tastes salty and nutty, creamy in consistency and smells like something naughty.

"Not that bad in fact." he thinks, gets up and leaves the room.

A few weeks passed, and the full moon is shining bright again, as Dad and his son walk over to the stables. Bad memories manifest in both of them, but, as men are - nobody talks a word. They arrive at the reinforced stable's door, Dad unlocks it and the door swings open creeking. He enters the stables, waits until his son is inside and closes the heavy door. He doesn't turn on the light.

A blonde teenage girl, petite and slim, is laying naked on a old mattress, surrounded by a do-it-yourself cage. Thick metal bars seperate her from the two men, who stand there at the door and observe her. An old laptop is propped up, dipping her in a curious light and she's surrounded by rubbish, empty plates and sextoys.

She's sleeping, hurled together like a tiny dog. Her hair is messy and her body bruised and dirty. Every now and then she scratches herself like a wild animal. When she breathes, her tiny breasts go up and down. On the right one, right across her huge nipple are healed up claw marks.

"I'm so glad you talked to your older sister about this. It seems to work." Dad says.

"Yeah, no transformation. I mean not physically, at last. She'd be running wild, Dad. No one would be safe." his son replies.

"It's okay the way it is. Seems like your creampie has awoken something in her.... Or has it been there, since before? I don't know, son." Dad ponders.

"...but your cum seems to stop her from turning into a primal beast. So we won, somehow." his son insists.

"Did we?" Dad is asking unsure, and looks over to his feral, caged daughter.

"I talked to your oldest sister on the phone today, thanked her for this suggestion. Without her idea, this cage wouldn't hold her off long. She might not have turned into a beast, but she is wild and strong as one during nights like these."

The petite, dirty girl snoozes peacefully and growls faintly in her sleep.

She repositions in her slumber and something reflects the pale moonlight flooding through the windows. The hilt of a buttplug, shimmering between her small cheeks. Made of silver, decent in size it's stuck inside her tight asshole, stretching it. Around her old mattress, a multitude of sextoys are scattered. Different Bad Dragon dildos in alarming shapes and sizes, nipple clamps, lubricant and clit vibrators all around her.

"So glad this guy is keeping her busy until she falls asleep." Without him, she'd be rampaging and fucking across the county. Who knows what carnage she would have caused." her brother says. "And the idea with the silver buttplug is just brilliant."

His father nods. "Thank your oldest sister for telling us about this website she's always on. What's it called, Readit?" he asks.

"Reddit, Dad..." his son answers, while rolling his eyes. "And yeah, thank god this kinky old man keeps her busy."

Sara curls like a furless, little blonde wolfcub. Dreaming kinky dreams, while her primal self is sleeping. The dim light of the Laptop's screen is shining on her naked body, as a message pops up.

"Sleep tight little lioness <3 Be proud and feel no shame, as always."

Link to first part, if you somehow ended up here first