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Werewolf In the Night

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I stood there, waiting. Waiting for it to happen. Wind tossed my hair around and brushed against me as the shine of the moon lit up the night. The trees rustled and smaller animals crawled around – for now.

It suddenly hit me. A great pain pulled my body straight onto the ground and I started screaming. I stared at my hand as long, piercing, nails extended out of them. My pain curled them into fists as I quickly looked away.

My chest started to push out – my body was changing my structure. I curled up as my ribs seared in flames – or at least that's how it felt. My ribs shattered open as my organs re-arranged themselves.

My insides were burning as my stomach grew to fit whatever prey was unlucky enough to dwell upon me.

I got up onto all fours and started panting. Even though the transformation just started, it felt like it's been on for all eternity. Suddenly, my spine snapped my upwards and started twisting. My back moved with it as it morphed into a newer, freer, position. My back arced downwards and I felt my limbs extending. My arms burned as my body bent them in any direction it could think. I let out a bloodcurdling scream and gripped the ground as my arm snapped completely backwards.

As my bones continued to twist into a wolf-like form, I started sweating – a lot. My shirt got damp and started sticking to my body. I felt like I was bursting into flames as my muscles started to shift. My back snapped upwards again and I fell to my side, screaming in agony.

My head against the cold, hard, soil; I opened my eyes to see my claws again. My nails started to grow out even further, and my wrist bent backwards as my palm grew bulkier.

My ribs were starting to re-form now. My bones clashed together, and my chest felt wider than before. My ribs stretched out to fill in the room for my overgrown lungs.

I felt a hot pain in my right arm, and when I looked at it, I saw that my biceps were mutating, too. Growing larger and larger to pull me around and tear up anything in my way. It stretched out straight and I gripped onto it with my left arm – my muscles started bubbling.

I grunted as my arms stretched out and my biceps started pushing on my T-shirt, numbing my arms as the circulation cut off.

I got up onto my knees and started clawing at my sleeves – my arms felt like they were going to explode.

My muscles strained even tighter, growing larger and larger, and my arms looked disproportioned – they were gigantic.

Pain struck me again as I felt my muscles starting to grow all over my body – I could tell the worst was coming. I lifted myself onto my feet and leaned on a tree to hold myself up.
My quadriceps started enlarging themselves to start getting ready to hold up the huge bulk that was going to be me. Soon enough, my legs started to pull on my jeans. Why'd I have to wear them tonight?

My legs were snapping to try and accommodate the giant muscles randomly appearing, and I fell forwards into the ground.

My feet started to ache. A lot. I tried to get my shoe off, but my foot was already expanding. My toes got bulkier and my foot widened and started to mend with my toes, starting to tear the sole off of my shoe.

The tips of my sneakers started tearing, too, showing sausage-like toes with long nails sprouting out.

The jeans started to rip around the calves, tearing as my legs thickened and pushed through. I squirmed as my body pushed away the denim that was suffocating me. Eventually, my jeans turned into some short shorts.

I rolled onto my stomach to take on the next phase of pain. I shrieked as my sternum broke into many pieces to create more room for my heart. My chest was thumping as my heart continued to grow – it needed to get as big as it could to pump enough blood to keep my body alive for the coming pain.

My sternum recollected its pieces and quickly reformed to fit into my widened ribs.
I stopped my screaming and started panting – I was getting a brief relief from the torture. I rolled onto my back and took deep breaths to calm my body. The next wave was coming any second, so I couldn't stay completely relaxed, but I calmed down a little.
My face itched a little bit, so I lifted my bulky hand up and rubbed my cheek. Something prickled my hand – facial hair was growing. I didn't know how long I've been outside, but when I started to grow a beard, I used that as a halfway mark.  

Suddenly, my body jerked upwards – the transformation was resuming. My limbs started cracking again and my lower abdomen felt like I was being kicked many times.
I quickly clawed around to lift up my shirt to see – it was pretty difficult with these bulky hands. I raised my neck and saw that a six pack was bubbling – literally. The muscles were small, but they bubbled up, then back down – my body was trying to fight against it, but it just hurt me even more.

As my abs were defining, my body pushed me up with my chest in the sky. My pecs were growing under my shirt which continually got tighter and tighter. It just felt right to yell right now. Not scream, but more like a battle cry – a warning.

My tee started to rip around the center of the neck. My chest was starting to puff out that you could clearly see it through the shirt. My abs had grown and stretched out into an eight-pack.

I rolled onto all fours and my back started to jerk around. My spine got pushed around even more as my back was morphing its muscles, and one by one, each vertebra started to poke through my skin a little and ripped part of the back of my shirt.

I bent my back down as far as could and lifted my neck to let out a horrifying scream. It just felt right as my body was still burning all over from the transformation. I got up to my knees and screamed again – it felt...good. I faced the moon and soaked it all in – I was being welcomed.

I got up and my shoulders quickly snapped back, tearing the shoulders of my sleeve. They broadened and I looked bigger – it matched up with my new ribs. My back bent backwards and my shirt ripped down the center even more. It got in the way so I started to shred it with my nails, freeing up my body from the tight grasps of the fabric as my legs stretched what was left of my jeans – I was naked, but that didn't matter now.

When there were only a few shreds of the shirt left on me, my knees locked themselves into an awkward crouching position that left my heels up.

I jerked as my lower back exploded in pain – my bone literally pushed out of my body and ripped my skin. It pushed through as I screamed and bent downwards to let it grow. Soon enough, the bone reached its maximum length and softened. It started to swish around like a tail.

Little pinches started to hit me everywhere – hair was forming all over my body. I felt my face and my simple goatee grew into a thick beard, and my chest hair grew into a thick patch. I stared as hair started appearing all over my arm and started growing.
I looked up into the air and screamed – but my scream started crackling. My vocal cords were shifting to a load, fierce, roar. I let out a scream as my neck snapped into its new position, then another as my jaw dropped open.

My mouth felt like it was being pulled in every direction as my jaw was making room for more teeth. It stretched and my teeth started to sharpen. They felt like they were bursting from under my gums, turning into new, cutting blades to rip up prey.
The cartilage in my nose snapped. I let out a blood curdling scream, but mid-way, it turned into a type of... roar. I tried again as the cartilage started to move around to upgrade my smell, and out came a howl.

It felt like someone just grabbed my mouth with knives as fingers, and started trying to yank it out. My muzzle started to stretch outwards as I finished my howl. I fell to my hands and knees and gripped the dirt to try to distract my body from the pain, but it was useless. I wanted to rip my face off just so I could stop my nose, teeth, and jaw, from clashing into each other and melding into one.

Next came my ears. I felt my cartilage started to point out near the top, looking more wolf like, and started to rise up to the top of my head, shifting my skeleton and cracking my skull. When they reached the top, my ears pointed up and my skull clashed back together.

I felt my surroundings, my senses were boosted through the transformation – I could smell the nearby deer, and hear the squirrels atop the trees – but the wolf side of me started to take over.

Hair continued to appear until I was completely covered in a coat of silky, black, fur. My body couldn't hold on any longer and I knew that my eyes were starting to turn yellow – revealing that the beast has been unleashed.

A rush of adrenaline came through me as my muscles pushed around one last time to suit the new me, and my bones finally stopped cracking.

I took down the nearby tree with ease and let out a howl to the moon.

I picked up the scent of a nice caribou. "Ready or not, here I come."
A simple werewolf transformation I put together :)
I was bored, but it ended up longer than I wanted.
It's just a man doing his normal shift at the full moon.


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deathrowfrostbiteHobbyist Artist
fliipin epic. I LOVE IT SO MUCH
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Suddenly, my body jerked upwards –the transformation was resuming. My limbs started cracking again and my lower abdomen felt like I was being kicked many times. I quickly clawed around to lift up my shirt to see – it was pretty difficult with these bulky hands. I raised my neck and saw that a six pack was bubbling – literally. The muscles were small, but they bubbled up, then back down – my body was trying to fight against it, but it just hurt me even more.

As my abs were defining, my body pushed me up with my chest in the sky. My pecs were growing under my shirt which continually got tighter and tighter. It just felt right to yell right now. Not scream, but more like a battle cry – a warning.

My tee started to rip around the center of the neck. My chest was starting to puff out that you could clearly see it through the shirt. My abs had grown and stretched out into an eight-pack. ( Damn son.)
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Marcos-draws45Student Digital Artist
yall writers are so good.you should be writing books.i would get that book
ClemSolo's avatar
I love it ! 
woundergirl121's avatar
When I read this and while I was my body was just tingling all over because my imagination running wild and no pun intended. Totally love it
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LonelyGreyHobbyist Digital Artist
me too :)
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AceMasterShadyHobbyist Digital Artist
one word: WOW. this was... very well written. ^-^
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Zephyr10101Hobbyist Digital Artist
if u were to do a story could you continue Moonlit Classroom i love that story so much and would love to see a series of it
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Courage-and-HopeHobbyist Digital Artist
Ha, thanks.
Yeah I did plan for that one, with the characters and all.
I even wrote a bio for Mister Davis, he's a character I'd like to keep.
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Zephyr10101Hobbyist Digital Artist
awesome cant wait to see it
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magalbagalStudent Writer
one word. amazing
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Courage-and-HopeHobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks :)
Be sure to check out my other ones, too!
(This one was my first, but there are two that are way more popular)
alveric's avatar
Very nice.
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Courage-and-HopeHobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks, any part in particular that I should keep putting into these stories?
alveric's avatar
Just keep doing what you're doing. Try to create an actual story rather than just the tf description (mind you, that goes for my own stories too). This one is really good, though ;-)
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Courage-and-HopeHobbyist Digital Artist
lol thanks.
I'd like to do a story, but I'm not very good with those :P
I'm not good with character design and building them up, and I especially suck with romantic stuff (Those tend to be in most werewolf stories),
but I think I'll give it a shot :P
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Go for it! To be honest, I'm terrible at actual plot and characterisation, which is why my fiction is just the tf sequences.
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Courage-and-HopeHobbyist Digital Artist
Thanks, any part in particular that I should keep putting into these stories?
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Stories?! There's MORE! All I can think of asking for is that you keep it as detailed as this.
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Courage-and-HopeHobbyist Digital Artist
lol thanks, well its not particularly a story, but i do have tons more tfs in my gallery ;)
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