CONTENT WARNING: Cruelty, betrayal, blasphemy, sadism, horror, moderate hard vore.

Thalia whimpered, a pathetic sound from the once-brave cathar.

Just hours ago she’d felt so safe in the arms of her werewolf lover, enjoying that warm wet tongue exploring in her most private places. It had been a guilty pleasure to couple with her girlfriend’s wolf-form, a fantasy that had filled her dreams for years. But now, that sense of safety had been torn away.

Nearby, a fire roared. Even knowing her life was about to end, it broke Thalia’s heart to see the church defiled like this: so many priceless scrolls were being burned without a thought, just to provide heat for her own imminent roasting.

Absent angels, how had it all gone so wrong?

Thalia had first met Arlinn when training together at Elgaud. She hadn’t known that the other woman was a werewolf yet, but even then there’d been a forbidden spark between the two young women. They’d snuck off together into dark corners, kissed in the moonlight, but Arlinn had disappeared one night and never returned.

Disappeared to another world, Thalia learned later. But when they’d met once more, fighting side-by-side with sword and claw against the Eldrazi and the Eternal Night, what had been a youthful crush blossomed first into sly innuendos, then something more.

Last night, Thalia had told Arlinn that the priests were out on pilgrimage, so the two lovers would have the church to themselves.

Arlinn had grinned and nodded, licking her lips in anticipation.

Thalia had trained for years. She’d fought werewolves before. She’d killed werewolves before, enough that she’d lost count. She was limp and satisfied from the afterglow of their lovemaking, but she wasn’t deaf. She’d heard Arlinn circling behind her. She had no complaints, she even spread her legs wider in anticipation: it wasn’t the first time she’d let her wolf mount her from behind.

But this time was different. The werewolf pounced, knocking aside Thalia’s hallowed silver talismans with a hiss of pain and pinning the cathar to the floor.

But even as fear rose in Thalia’s heart, the prayers died unspoken on her lips. Prayers needed conviction to work, and in that moment Thalia couldn’t believe that her friend would truly hurt her. And by the time it sunk in that this was real,, that she was suddenly and inexplicably in a fight for her life… those strong paws had batted aside her rapier, bound her hands behind her back, and stuffed an apple in her mouth to silence her pleas.

And then Thalia was at Arlinn’s mercy.

“These will make a nice fillet once you’re roasted.” Arlinn told her, hefting one breast in a single paw — like a butcher exploring the cuts in a new piece of livestock. “You’ve got a lot of muscle, but I don’t mind. I like lean meat.”

The wolf’s voice was low and silky, almost enough to be playful in another circumstance, but with a rough edge of desire beneath. It was the exact same tone Arlinn had used during their rougher play in bed together, the same tone with which she’d encouraged Thalia remove her protective amulets to avoid any ‘painful accidents’ during their lovemaking — but here and now, it was beyond obscene.

“You’ll never get away with this…” Thalia tried to tell Arlinn with her eyes, as the werewolf stripped her meal naked with concerningly well-practiced skill. “But you could still let me go, we could consider this an overenthusiastic role-play…”

“You know, I’ve eaten plenty of cathars before…” the werewolf said conversationally. Despite the heat from the nearby blaze, Thalia shivered. “Ever since we first trained together at Elgaud, I’ve lost count. So very many holy warriors get ‘lost’ in the woods, you know. But they were all just practice for you, for this single moment.”

Thalia looked up at the stained glass window of Avacyn smiling down at her, the lost angel promising light in the darkness, and a tear ran down her cheek. Please, the cathar begged in her own mind, silenced by the apple Arlinn had effortlessly shoved in her jaws. Please save me, please let this be a bad dream…

But nobody answered her prayers.

“Now go on, dear, cry for me.” Arlinn purred, sword pricking Thalia’s cheek. “Tears are good, they salt the meat~”

The flames crackled, ready for the roasting.

Thalia prayed, but nobody answered.

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A few hours later, the full-bellied werewolf was slumped against one of the elegant pillars of the cathedral. Now that she’d finished her gourmet meal, Arlinn took a moment to just relax and pick her teeth with Thalia’s stolen sword.

Arlinn had sprinkled Thalia with holy water as the woman slowly rotated on the spit: a weak flicker of angelic displeasure had lightly burned the wolf’s tongue with every bite, adding a delicious spice to her meal that left her maw steaming. And even better, the scorched holy relics had imparted a delightfully smoky flavor to her meal. But all of those spices paled in comparison to Thalia’s own taste.

The wolf had removed her cathar catch from the bonfire early enough that Thalia was still weakly squirming as the werewolf began her meal. At first, Arlinn used the cathar’s own well-sharpened rapier to carve off tender morsels from her roast, savoring the unique flavor of each little treat. But soon the werewolf started to dig in with tooth and claw, surrendering to her most feral instincts.

Halfway through her meal, Thalia’s last few movements had ceased. And before long, there was nothing but a pile of bones left, well-gnawed and stripped bare.

Arlinn considered gathering up Thalia’s remains, carrying them to her safe-house on Ravnica where she kept all her favorite trophies, but eventually she decided against it. The wolf couldn’t resist seeing the expression on the priests’ faces, as they returned to see the leftovers of her meal…

Arlinn let out an idle belch, smacking her lips in satisfaction. That utterly exquisite aftertaste in her mouth was the last trace of the hero of Thraben… at least until the wolf squatted down at the base of some random tree on Kaldheim, or perhaps enjoyed the luxuries of indoor plumbing on Kamigawa. Being a planeswalker certainly had its perks, even beyond hiding the evidence of her occasional… predatory indulgences.

Arlinn climbed to her paws and enjoyed a lazy, full-body stretch. On a whim, she lifted her leg and pissed in the holy water on her way out, leaving the once-consecrated ground so thoroughly defiled that no boundary would keep the monsters out.

As the satisfied werewolf loped off into the woods, she let out a victorious howl. Her full-to-bursting belly swayed beneath her, a pleasant reminder of her meal with every step.

It was so liberating to finally unleash the predator she usually kept caged inside.

In truth, Arlinn had been sincerely fond of Thalia. She’d expected to have mixed feelings about betraying her friend… but after giving in to her hunger, the werewolf’s only regret was the growing suspicion that she would no longer be satisfied with scrawny villagers or tough and tasteless vampires.

How could they possibly compare to the one-and-only Guardian of Thraben?

In the weeks to come, there would be an investigation. As the only ‘tame’ werewolf on Innistrad, Arlinn would surely be called upon to track down this dastardly predator. It would be only reasonable to request an angel escort from the church, to protect her from all the dangerous things lurking in the forest…

The werewolf grinned with red-tipped fangs, already planning her divine dessert.


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You can see the black-and-white version here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/923474

In Magic’s canon, Arlinn and Thalia worked together to stop the Endless Night and defeat the other werewolf packs preying on humanity. But what if, this time, Arlinn changed her mind about which side she wanted to be on?

Now has a sequel here: https://aryion.com/g4/view/983784

This is much darker stuff than I usually write, and I doubt I’ll write anything quite like this again in the foreseeable future. The idea hit me hard in the middle of the night, and I wrote the story in a single draft before going back to sleep — I don’t even remember the writing process.

This is another piece of art commissioned from  ragnar, this time with some established characters from another universe.

It's worth opening this pic in full size to see Ragnar's skill with linework, Eka's has compressed it poorly.

Thalia and Arlinn Kord both belong to Wizards of the Coast, and my sincere apologies if any WotC employees ever visit this page. Your company makes good characters, and sometimes I just get the urge to defile them.

wolfSnack: I appreciate comments if my stories got you hot under the collar, they're so much more personal than a favorite -- it's always helpful to know exactly what people enjoy, so I can make the stories hawter for you in the future ;3

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