Howl of the Pegasus Chapter 1 - Ingrid Brandl Galatea Werewolf TF Story

Since Ingrid was a small girl she has loved stories of knights who went on epic adventures or protected their kingdom, the tales she has read have always inspired her to pursue knighthood. Even though she has spoken openly about her preference for those stories, there have been other kinds of tales that she would rather never discuss with anybody, werewolves.

Mostly those books are tragic, a man/woman is cursed to transform into a monster with the appearance of a wolf. Some of those stories ended up in severed bonds, deaths of family and friends, and murder of common folk, and most of them end in loneliness.

It goes against everything a knight should ever be, but despite that, those stories have something in them that makes Ingrid want to keep reading them and she enjoys them.

Ingrid's fascination with werewolves would stay with her for many years, but that fascination would decrease after the events on Duscur and she would decide to focus on her mastery of the lances and become a knight so that tragedy won't happen again.

Now at the age of 18, Ingrid has gotten used to her new life in the monastery. Her grades have been favorable just like her fighting skills, and she has gotten used to riding in the skies on a pegasus.

Ingrid's professor named Byleth understood his students well and helped them refine their techniques, even her majesty Dimitri has become stronger thanks to the teachings of Byleth, it's almost like the professor already knew his students long before he came to the monastery.

She wasn't excluded from his teachings, for a reason she is now riding on a pegasus and slashing through bandits at lightning speeds on their missions.

Back to her personal life, Ingrid found herself in the library chatting with Ashe who was just as interested in books about knights as her.

She looked at the corner of her eye and her eyes went wide when she recognized the silhouette of a large wolf in one of the book covers on the massive shelves.

"Hmm? Something is off?" The boy asked looking at his friend's pupils that were unexpectedly dilated.

"Err... nope!" She shook her head, "Just a little tired from the last class that's all"

Ashe nods slowly in agreement, "I suppose that's true, anyway, I have to go"

"Alright, see you later, Ashe" She smiled and so her teammate left, Ingrid make sure nobody was near and quickly grabs that book she saw earlier.

She looked at the illustration on the book, yes it was a book about werewolves. After looking at it carefully Ingrid concluded it was more of an informative book rather than a story, but it won't stop her from taking this precious piece of information to her dorms and staying up until she is finished reading all the way.

Ingrid can feel her fanaticism about werewolves coming back to her.

On her way she wondered, "How did this get here..."

Usually, Seteth always takes a look at every book in the library and determines which ones are inappropriate for the students or just unnecessary to throw them away and which ones can stay on the shelves.

Anyhow, Ingrid was glad that this one was in her hands now. The woman head to the second floor of the dormitory and went straight to her room,  locking the door from the inside.



Once Ingrid entered her room, she sat on her desk and started to read it, Ingrid couldn't help herself but enjoy the summarized history of werewolves, and how the curse works, among other facts.
But what caught her attention was the section "Transformation", at first she blushed seeing imagery of naked men and women transforming into the infamous beasts Ingrid has come to like.

She felt a tingling while reading it all, the text that accompanied the illustrations was so detailed and for some reason, she finds it so alluring. Many thoughts crossed her mind while she reads, but the one that stood out the most was "How would it feel to transform into one..."

Ingrid shook her head, she figures that this is just a guilty pleasure, she knows that imagining something like turning into a werewolf was weird and wrong. But that is all there is to it, right? A fetish. Not in a million years, she would screw years of training just to fulfill that fantasy, she was going to become a real knight.

Still, Ingrid was so engrossed in the book that she didn't notice how late it was, it was already night and Ingrid felt sleepy.

The girl looked outside and curiously looked at the dark sky, from there she can only see a few stars and a third-quarter of the moon.

"It's getting late..." She yawned and placed the book on her desk and took off her boots.

She then undressed until Ingrid only wore simple underwear and a bra before lying down in her bed.

Ingrid hummed as she moved her legs around to find a comfortable position,  "I don't feel comfortable... why am I sweating all of a sudden?"

Her mouth gaped open as she tried to stop the sweat and breath calmly, the blonde-haired girl closed her eyes to block these feelings that were tormenting her.

But the pain started to escalate as she kept on struggling, "Nngh! I can't take this! Aah!"

Ingrid hugged her body tightly as a sharp and burning pain started to run through her, her body shook as she struggled to suppress the pain.

She let out a growl and her eyes focused on her arms, fur started to grow in her forearms as thick and dark claws pops out of her fingernails.

"N-no way!" Ingrid yelled in shock, she knows this pattern... the pain, the fur, and the claws are the beginning of a transformation into a werewolf!

The girl took off her bra and witnessed hair growing over her breasts and it traveled down to her belly, she also noticed a tail growing from the base of her spine, Ingrid moaned as it began to grow larger.

"I can't believe this is happening!" Ingrid gets on her fours with difficulties and admires her newly grown musculature, her abs formed underneath her breasts and her chest became larger and hard. Her once feminine arms grew in both size and hair to the point that it's now comparable to the top soldiers among the Knights of Seiros, the feeling of her arms gaining muscle and power it's just as amazing as how it is described in the books.

She screamed in pain, her body temperature changing as fur started to cover her legs. It was harder to use her feet as her soles turned black and the entire foot changed into one long paw.

Ingrid is loving this, her long-forgotten dream was becoming true, she licked her fangs as they protrude in her mouth, "I'm turning into a werewolf..." She jerked her hairy rear up and enjoy the feeling of her golden tail extending, "Aah... aaah..."

Her tail wagged and Ingrid prepared to finally get her muzzle, one of the most prominent features of a werewolf. "Ack! Gaaah!!"

The girl opened her mouth wide as it grew forward, everything about it felt so good and arousing and...

"Ingrid? Is everything alright? Did you just skip our class?" A feminine and familiar voice said outside Ingrid's door.

"Bueh?..." The blonde replied, one side of her head laying on the wet pillow.

Ingrid quickly sat straight and felt one side of her head wet, she quickly touched it and it was saliva... she was drooling in her sleep. "Huh?" She looked at her body, she was still in her underwear, with no sign of fur whatsoever.

"Oh..." It was just a dream, it made sense... Ingrid was never bitten by a werewolf or even a wild wolf so there was no chance that she would turn into one.

Her friend knocked on her door again, "Ingrid?"

"Coming!"

Ingrid quickly dressed into her uniform and greeted Annette, the orange-haired student from the same house as her.

While they talked, the blonde couldn't help herself but think back on her dream. The transformation felt so real and amazing but she guessed that was just reality.

'But that's okay, I still have a goal, I want to become a great knight. Missing one class won't shatter my dreams that easily... or at least not one of them.'