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Commission for tylerfurlong! On a long winter night in Alaska, Tyler comes across a werewolf, and is soon infected with lycanthropy- a friendly local named Hank walks him through this new transformation, and helps Tyler deal with his lycan hunger. Enjoy, all!
"God…" Tyler shook his head. One more time, he caught the moon with his eye, and letting out a plaintive whine, he began slipping out of his shirt— it felt tight, and the sleeves felt like they were about to tear at the seams as he tried pulling them off his thick arms. He trudged into the snow, wincing a bit at the cold, but only for a moment. His attention was locked entirely on the wolf.
Hank was no longer entirely Hank; his broad lats had arched back as he let out a howl that echoed across the woods. The wolf's bright eyes reflected the moon, his thickly roped arms locking in place and he tensed his bulging muscles. His whole body trembled, and Tyler watched as he began to grow. He snapped his powerful jaws, thrashing as every part of the already massive wolf grew bigger, into the hulking beast that had bit him nearly a week ago. Tyler did have the foresight to avoid pizza rolls, so when the werewolf turned to him, he kept his composure. That huge, brutish face was strangely calm as he held out a massive head, gesturing for Tyler to step into the moonlight.
The cat hesitated, one last deep breath before the plunge. His eyes were drawn up to the moon, and as he drank in the cold, sublime beauty of the night sky, Tyler's body lurched forward. Already powerfully built from Hank's training, Tyler clenched his fist as he felt his whole body begin to shift. He flinched as he felt and heard his bones crack and reform, his body breaking and rebuilding itself rapidly as his face elongated, his yellow fur darkened into a bronze streaked with black stripes. The pain would have been unbearable, but the surge of adrenaline left it as a prickling, tingling sensation that kept him growing. The swelling of power and energy building up inside him drove Tyler to let out a primal roar, loud and powerful.
Hank returned the howl and nudged Tyler, and then dropped to all fours, his powerful limbs churning the snow. Tyler couldn't think of anything else to do but to charge after him. He tried running on springy, powerful legs, but as he picked up speed, he felt his shoulders hunch forward, claws like daggers reaching further down until he copied Hank's gait, swollen arms and trunk-thick legs moving with surprising grace as he loped across the woods.
It was as if Tyler were seeing the woods around his home for the first time. Every sense was heightened; far from the serene, sleepy silence of a wintry forest he recalled, he could sense the woods teeming with life just beneath the thick layer of snow. He could smell the trees and hibernating animals, could hear a lone owl hooting in the winter stillness, and could even see the lights of the far-off town. He could also sense the animals' heightened sense of fear— they knew a new apex predator had just charged into the woods.
"God…" Tyler shook his head. One more time, he caught the moon with his eye, and letting out a plaintive whine, he began slipping out of his shirt— it felt tight, and the sleeves felt like they were about to tear at the seams as he tried pulling them off his thick arms. He trudged into the snow, wincing a bit at the cold, but only for a moment. His attention was locked entirely on the wolf.
Hank was no longer entirely Hank; his broad lats had arched back as he let out a howl that echoed across the woods. The wolf's bright eyes reflected the moon, his thickly roped arms locking in place and he tensed his bulging muscles. His whole body trembled, and Tyler watched as he began to grow. He snapped his powerful jaws, thrashing as every part of the already massive wolf grew bigger, into the hulking beast that had bit him nearly a week ago. Tyler did have the foresight to avoid pizza rolls, so when the werewolf turned to him, he kept his composure. That huge, brutish face was strangely calm as he held out a massive head, gesturing for Tyler to step into the moonlight.
The cat hesitated, one last deep breath before the plunge. His eyes were drawn up to the moon, and as he drank in the cold, sublime beauty of the night sky, Tyler's body lurched forward. Already powerfully built from Hank's training, Tyler clenched his fist as he felt his whole body begin to shift. He flinched as he felt and heard his bones crack and reform, his body breaking and rebuilding itself rapidly as his face elongated, his yellow fur darkened into a bronze streaked with black stripes. The pain would have been unbearable, but the surge of adrenaline left it as a prickling, tingling sensation that kept him growing. The swelling of power and energy building up inside him drove Tyler to let out a primal roar, loud and powerful.
Hank returned the howl and nudged Tyler, and then dropped to all fours, his powerful limbs churning the snow. Tyler couldn't think of anything else to do but to charge after him. He tried running on springy, powerful legs, but as he picked up speed, he felt his shoulders hunch forward, claws like daggers reaching further down until he copied Hank's gait, swollen arms and trunk-thick legs moving with surprising grace as he loped across the woods.
It was as if Tyler were seeing the woods around his home for the first time. Every sense was heightened; far from the serene, sleepy silence of a wintry forest he recalled, he could sense the woods teeming with life just beneath the thick layer of snow. He could smell the trees and hibernating animals, could hear a lone owl hooting in the winter stillness, and could even see the lights of the far-off town. He could also sense the animals' heightened sense of fear— they knew a new apex predator had just charged into the woods.
Category Story / Muscle
Species Unspecified / Any
Gender Male
Size 120 x 120px
Listed in Folders
Sounds like Tyler has made a fantastic new friend in Hank.
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