Author's Note: Please note that some of the material you are about to read is definitely rated as Mature Teen for scenes of nudity. You should be 16 years old or older before continuing on, as strong adult themes are explored. Please do NOT continue if any of these make you uncomfortable. There are graphic and descriptive scenes in this narrative.

Moonmaiden

"Fascinating, simply fascinating," Grobnar enthused, poking at a carapace here, looking closely at some mandibles there. "I must say, I have never seen a finer collection of specimens in all of the Sword Coast. Well, there was that one time, down in Waterdeep, but no, I am sure yours is much better."

"Aren't you glad you decided to stay now?" Mirri asked, playing with the laces of her bodice.

The gesture seemed lost on Grobnar, as he continued, "Oh, my, yes. Adventuring can be so tiresome at times. And to think, the lengths I have had to go to, just to entertain some people. Yes, yes, this is a much more logical choice."

"Anything you can think of to make your stay more pleasant," Jilla crooned huskily, throwing her sister a poisonous look, "you'll be sure to ask me, won't you?"

"Oh, yes, but of course. Such hospitality warms my heart. It is good to be back among fellow gnomes. Fellow scientists indeed."

"We could… ahem… warm more than just your heart if you wished," Mirri purred into his ear, stroking his arm as she sniffed at his neck.

"Oh that won't be necessary," he countered, still oblivious, "My tunic is made from the finest, padded, Calishite linen. It's really quite remarkable how they allow the linen to breathe, yet it is totally waterproof in the rain."

"I would surely love to… uh… make you breathe faster," Jilla commented, baring her teeth at her rival.

"Oh, you mean we should try and catch some more specimens for your collection?"

"Certainly," Mirri laughed shrilly, hackles rising, "Perhaps we could even catch something for evenfeast."

"Or we could allow our evenfeast to catch us," Jilla whispered, pulling back her shoulders and forcing a smile on her face.

"Forgive me, Jilla, Mirri, but why are you undressing?" Grobnar asked, perturbed.

"Oh, we always hunt in the nude."

"It saves our clothes out here in the wilds."

"Ah, yes, a very logical solution to a… forgive me for saying, a rather thorny problem."

"Will you join us then?"

"Will you let us hunt?"

"But of course, my dear ladies. In fact, I shall experience this hunt as you do then," he confirmed, starting to unbuckle his leather armour.

"We will await you outside," Jilla informed him as she scampered towards the cave entrance.

"In the full moon," Mirri said, blowing him a kiss.

Once outside the two gnomes howled lustily as they transformed under Selûne's eye. Arms and legs elongated as mouths and noses warped and grew into snouts; hair became short and bristly while bushy tails grew above small and pert pairs of buttocks. Breasts flattened slightly as the nipples grew bigger while a musky aroma started emanating from elsewhere.

"Shall we lead him a merry chase first?" Jilla growled, pawing the ground.

"I don't think I can wait that long," the other werewolf snarled, slavering.

"I have the hunger too, Mirri my love, but I yearn for more than meat."

"You wish for him to join with us?" Mirri asked, confused, "You were serious when you suggested it?"

"One more mouth to feed, I agree," her sister replied thoughtfully, "But think of the rewards. Besides, I'm sure he'll prove a powerful hunter too."

When Grobnar stepped into the light of the moon he stood no chance. One bite was all it took, the lupine saliva quickly mingling with his blood, changing it, quickening it. He too began to change, howling in pain at his first transformation. When it was over, he stood there panting then growled as he caught their scent.

"You wish to hunt or mate?" Jilla asked submissively.

"We hunt first," Grobnar growled, momentarily shaking the lust from his mind, while taking his first step towards undisputed leadership. "After the hunt there will be time enough for mating and other diversions."

With a howl he trotted off, followed closely by the two females of their small pack. He would have to rectify that, he grinned, white canines flashing. Judging by their scent, he would have little resistance in that department. Not for the first time in his life, Grobnar wondered what it would feel like to mate like animals, again and again and again.