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Hey folks. Got some more fun for you to read as the moon comes up over the trees. But be careful, there is something out there. Or should I say, in there. This short is rated PG. Enjoy.

Entering The Night

By Aaron Blackpaw

Another day dies as the sun sank beneath the trees, the setting sun taking the sounds and sights of its hectic life with it. You watched the fiery shards of light cross the ground as that great big orb sank into its slumber. You settle back into your chair, feeling the warm breezes of the evening caressing your skin. You can feel it coming, the thrumming in your chest growing and the growling growing in your ears. Every sip of the burning water of life that filled your tumbler was matchedby the growing heat and strength that was spreading from your chest.

You hear the leaves rustling around you in the cool evening breezes as all around you as you feel it grabbing you. With each passing moment, you revel more and more in the feeling of the power of the moon growing around and within you as it came closer and closer to the horizon. As Mother Luna broke across the horizon, sending skittering shadows through the trees as you upturned the tumbler, finishing the last finger of whiskey as the taste exploded on your tongue as the scents and tastes took on a new strength as the first signs of your monthly rebirth started to take you.

The crystal tumbler falls from your hands, landing with a thunk on the grass as you feel it coming on. With every breath you can feel your body shudder as you lay back, basking in the silvery rays of Mother Luna as they washed over you, calling to the beast deep within you. You can feel your thoughts race as your mind changes in moments, evolving into something better -- a merging of feral beast and human cunning. Once upon a time, you fought the beast coming forward into your mind, but you had long since learned better, and you welcome the power pushing its way into your mind. Weakness and doubt are thrown out of your mind as something darker and rougher replaces that weak monkey inside your mind, ejecting any doubts you have.

Predators don't fear. Predators don't care about morality or what society thinks. Predators survive and take what they want. Power and drive are the rules of the world, and around here, you are at the apex of the power structure.

A pitiful, human growl escapes your mouth as that mind presses against you, pushing your humanity aside for something more powerful. Something better.

Flat, cud-chewingteeth snap and crack and coat your tongue with crimson blood as they are replaced with ones more appropriate for an apex predator. Power and lust flood your body as you taste that crimson elixir, igniting the primal need for the coppery taste of life. The need to taste it again, from another floods your mind as your eyes flash, twin amber orbs of lupine superiority sending those weak, human orbs to the trash where they belong. The darkness of the night flashes into perfect relief and visibility as colors fade, your mind starting to process everything it sees differently. Every flash of movement catches your attention as those new eyes take control. But even as your view of the world shifts, you feel the change spread across you. The glorious heat and delicious pain of the shift shoot across your body as the light of the moon starts to take hold of you and release the cage that binds your inner beast.

Inch by inch the dominant presence of your humanity fades as you embrace the powerful, dominating predator stalking deep within your mind. The idea of ripping and tearing flesh from limb grows less and less disturbing and more and more necessary. The empty spaces in your jaw are once more filled with enamel pressing from the darkening gums in your mouth. Ivory colored blocks sharpen and elongate, begging to be used for their true purpose. To tear and rip flesh from bone. With every click of your watch, every moment sends another shudder through you as the weak, human teeth in your jaw shift to the glorious fangs of an apex predator.

No more is there any interest in vegetables: no more carrots or greens, salad or potatoes. That's what food eats. Sharp canine fangs line your growing maw as you feel it press forward as your nose darkens. Your eyes cross as they try and watch the growth of that most important organ. Throbbing pain shoots up and down your spine as every second presses your face forward. With every twinge of movement,it starts to appear, a powerful muzzle pressing free from the meek, human visage and taking it over just as the beast had taken over your mind. Second by second, moment by moment you feel your face press forward, the cracks and crunching of breaking bones echo across the yard as your crossed eyes follow your new wet and leathery nose as it presses from your face and becomes the most prominent feature on your increasingly dangerous visage. As it presses free, a natural snarl spreads across your face. Inch by inch the beast pushes their way out.

Each and every breath is more vibrant as your face changes, the beast within breaking free and making itself known. Every inhalation tells a story to put War and Peace to shame. Every plant has its own scent. You can follow the animal tracks covering the yard, side to side, top to bottom. But that is not the only scent of prey slamming into your senses, your mind almost able to taste, as you breathe it in, floating on the wind. Your own frailty drenches your senses, weakness dripping from the pitiful human scent that fills your nose with every growing huff.

But not for long. That weakness is quickly being shed. Every breath proves it. Your new nose can tell that that frail human scent is quickly shrinking, being replaced with every breath with that of a potent predator, an alpha in every sense of the word. Amber eyes smile as the welcome, hot itch of fur spreads across your skin, heralding the emergence of your newfound pelt. Two growing fists clench as every inch of fortitude within you makes you force yourself not to itch as the sensation spreads across your face, slowly at first but rapidly gaining speed. Grey and white fuzz erupts from your pores, spreading across your face and coats it in its warmth. The thick, warm fuzz spreads across your face, accentuating your lupine visage just as it was supposed to.

An animalistic snarl escapes your changing maw as your tongue grows to fit your growing maw, the flexible muscle sliding up and down your new fangs as it searches for the few remaining drops of that delicious human blood still within you maw. Two shifting, pointing ears slide up your head as your body embraces the shift, every part of your body begging to become the predator that stalks the world from inside you. Those two tall, proud points press through your shortening hair, making the sounds of the world take on a new focus and intensity as they cement your new lupine identity. It didn't matter how small, bit every twitch, every movement that those new amber eyes and those tall, canid ears caught is telegraphed to your mind.

Your tongue slips free of your changed maw, the thick, dexterous muscle running across darkened lips as the thought of warm flesh flits through your mind, sending signals throughout your changed body. The twin needs of lust and hunger gnaw at your belly as your body swallows for every ounce of energy that it could find as it grew and change. Hunger and lust intertwine with each other, and the difference between the two disappears more and more with each moment. Ever pragmatic and adaptable, your new bestial mind wraps around what logic was left in your mind as your body embraces the change, letting instinct act as the primary driver of changing mind.

Pure power floods your body as you feel the warm itch of that thick, lupine pelt spreading. With every beat of your heart your neck thickens, growing veins pulsing as your mind and head demand more and more blood. A deep animalistic growl escapes your changed maw as a sharp pain highlights the shift of your vocal cords, changing the sound from that of a weak human to that of something that would strike fear into any heart. That deep growl echoes across the yard, sending critters skittering through the underbrush. Your ears flick left and right following the cracks and snaps of the escaping prey, but you know you are not ready yet.

Plus there is better prey nearby.

But before you can even move to stalk that prey, your breath hitches in your chest. Pain and motion fill your upper body as your shoulders spread, spreading open your ribs as your lungs grow, becoming more and more adapted for the new body that you were being blessed with. Searing heat courses through you as your chest grows, thickening rapidly as cord after cord of muscle makes itself known across it. Muscle appears and presses free from your skin, their power and definition becoming more and more obvious and a more and more significant part of your changing and improving form.

Every breath grows deeper and deeper as your lungs expand and grow. Every breath sends more oxygen through you as your blood shifts within your veins, becoming not only more potent and significant, but virulent and corruptive. Power and endurance are your strengths now, two powers that you intend to embrace to the fullest extent you can. Once more you are no longer are you constrained by mere humanity, but by the form of a predator of humans. In mere minutes, your body has embraced the gift of the wolf and wanted to let it free to roam.

Your heart thuds in your chest as it strengthens and slows, growing more and more efficient with each breath and beat. Every pulse of that lycanthropic heart, each and every 'lubdub' sends another slug of bright red lycanthropic blood through your body, spreading the gift as it courses through your body. Tissue grows and thickens as you embrace the lycanthropy coursing through your veins, just begging the miraculous fluid to complete your improvement. Power and strength courses through you as you can feel the outside of your chest thicken, the muscles growing to a proper, bestial size. The thick, hard meat would be perfect to pounce on prey and rip them apart just like your new form were designed to.

Inch by inch, thick grey andwhite fur slithers down your body, coating you in its warmth as the skin beneath it writhes, unconvinced as to the significance of its changes. But you can feel it inside you. With every thump of your new heart, every second and tick of the clock you change. Every twitch improves yet another bit or piece of your form as the warm rays of the moon's light caressed your body as Mother Luna broke the horizon, bathing you in her glow.

More and more with every momentyou can feel the power and strength of the beast flood you as the heat of the moon presses into you. Gleaming silver and white fur coats every inch as you grow more and more bestial and pure power floods your senses. The last few bits of darkness fall away, as the amber power of the wolf starts to shimmer from your eyes as they grew more and more lupine. Those gleaming orbs were used to the twilight and darkness that was appropriate for the true form that was slamming through the weak humanity that surrounded your true lupine majesty. Leather shoes bulgeand flex as your feet quickly change. Those appendages beg to be buried in the soft dirt in pursuit of prey as they changed, becoming more and more appropriate paws, filling and overfilling the tight confines of the leather confines of your feet before paws burst free.

Leather, rubber, andplastic flew from the bursting of your sneakers as thick, black keratin slid from your toes and formed a decade of powerful clawed digits Every digit begged to bury itself into the soft dirt. To send your body hurtling through the world, the thrill of the chase flooding your blood as you run down your prey.

Not wanting to be left out, you watch your hands darken. Thick, grey fur starts to grow from it as they grow larger. Thick, calloused pads inflate as your digits thicken, bones cracking and the feeling of movement writhing under your skin crawling along your nerves and sending shivers down your spine. Thick, black claws press from the tips of your fingers as you eagerly twist them in front of your face, the exhilaration of the power embodied just in that monstrous paw sending a shudder down your spine. New digits flex and twist as sinews thicken and grow in strength, just begging to be used as your maw splits into a devious canine grin.

Bloodlust and the drive for power, control and dominance flood your mind as the beast treats the few surviving human thoughts and mores as its first prey, chasing them into hiding at the back of your head as it takes its territory back from the simian interloper. Pure scents and sounds dominate your attention more and more as you stop noticing the color that has disappeared from your sight, muting the world into a brighter but less vibrant tableau in front of you -- the sound and scent of prey fills your mind. The thought of those simian creatures burns itself into your mind as your tongue fills your extended mouth and slips free. The thought of chasing something, no, not something but one of those monkeys, down and taking them like a beast leaves your new maw panting, a rivulet of drool dripping from the thick, red muscle.

But it wouldn't get the chance until you had expelled the last remnants of the weak human that you were supplanting.

The besieged remnants of your human mind try to fight back, but with each second that passed, it was more and more clear. Those weak remnants were not holding the wolf at bay. Hell, they were barely slowing the conquest of the rough, untrained and aggressive half of your body that the wolf had taken over, or rather resided within. Rough need and anger bounce around the back of your mind as the need for power and bloodlust of your proper form floods your mind and press any modicum of the weak monkey form away. The need feels almost palpable. With every breath, the coppery scent of blood teeters just barely beneath your brand new sense, begging to be spilled upon your claws and teeth as they were buried into flesh, just as those appendages were meant to be. A hearty, rough bestial growl echoes from your maw as the thought cemented itself in your mind and took it over.

But before you can even move your heel starts pressing backward, throwing your balance off and making you reach out. Your new paws dig into the patio chair as changing feet bury their new claws into the soft wood of the patio floor. The thick, powerful new claws dig into the pine of the patio as you catch yourself, your weight shifting to flow through the thick pads on your paws and your balance quickly correcting itself. As your knees and stance had changed, your skin and furry pelt had not stopped their advance. Over the few moments it had taken to get your balance back, that thick grey fur had coated your legs from a pairof clawed, dinner plate-sized paws digging into the wood as if it were soft loam. You can feel and even hear your legs growing thicker and thicker as muscles never before used grew and shifted, becoming ready to do their duty to power you through to any prey you wanted. The heady twin sensations of power and strength flood you as each and every thump of that lycanthropic heart sends another slug of power and strength down your body. With each moment you could feel and hear the fibers and sinews snapping and growing. Finally, the warm sensation of writhing muscle makes its way up your legs, connecting your new paws to those on your thick, heavy thighs.

Luxurious fur was finishing its duty of coating your body as your growing form ripped free the last few remnants of that human clothing with the aid of clawed paws. With each moment, the chill of the night air flees from your form as that fuzz spreads, warmth coating you as the scent of an apex predator suffused your body. Grey fur inched up your arm as muscles grew thick and heavy, just as they had on your legs. As your arms move, you can see the powerful, iron-strong bulges press from that thickening pelt as arms lengthened, sizing themselves to properly proportion to your body. Every flex feels as if it was pumping more heat and energy into those changing limbs.

As your body's change slow, there is only one thing still missing from your new form. But it wasn't going to be long until you are complete. Before you could even finish that thought, you feel a shock of pressure at the end of your spine, the bone slowly starting to lengthen and push farther back behind you. But it didn't remain slow. Every inch of that thick tail that presses free brought another inch exploding from his spine even faster as bushy fur quickly coats the thin, bony appendage. Mere seconds after the pressure starts, it has finished. With a squeeze and jerk of a muscle you can feel that thick, fuzzy tail flagging proudly behind you and answering every order you give it.

You pant softly as you feel that brand new appendage swaying slowly behind you, answering your command. Raising your new lupine visage to the lunar mistress that ruled you, your maw opens and a soulful cry echoes out across the wilderness. Your howl echoes off the buildings and woods nearby, announcing the rebirth of an alpha predator to the world. Hunger gnaws at your stomach, the sensation just begging to be sated by warm meat and blood, the crimson ambrosia staining white fangs and fur red. As your leathery, black nose takes a deep breath, you can smell and hear the presence of prey within the woods, just begging to be used to fulfill every carnal desire you have. With your newfound eyes, nose, and ears alert, your new clawed paws launch you off the patio and into the hunt, leaving a trail of pawprints in the soft, muddy dirt.

It's time to hunt.

Hope you enjoyed. Faves, votes and comments are welcome and help introduce the story to new readers. And as always, I hope you will peruse the rest of my collection and enjoy them as well.