Anthrats

Anything but routine

Added 2024-07-21 02:21:46 +0000 UTC

Werewolves...such a common sort of transformation, changing under the moonlight, romanticized, endlessly redone...

It's a lot different when you're living through it. Even having lived with it for a few years already, it was something that still horrified her, the feeling of her skin crawling, the fur invading her follicles...sensitive teats sprouting down her chest, her hands and feet ballooning with paw pads. And the new ache within. Most if it didn't hurt physically, just mentally, watching her normally-feminine features melt away into an unrecognizable, bestial form. Worst was when she felt her mind slipping away, giving way to instinct...never so far that she lost herself, but enough that she knew she'd look back in horror at her behavior.

And little by little, she felt like each time she woke up as herself again, some small piece had been lost, an ounce of humanity and decorum. She imagined herself in 20 years, a hunched and feral loner, resentfully aching for the freedom of the next full moon...the fear that one day she would no longer fear it, but embrace it, and be truly lost...