Full Moon
Got the idea for this when I woke up this morning. Thought it would be a good idea: anthro skunkette to feral wolf.
It was a clear night and Amy the skunk was stuck on the side of a country road. She was on her way home when the car broke down. Now she was waiting for a tow truck. She had been on a spa retreat and wanted to get back home to the city before it got too dark. She was a busy women, after all. One could tell by her brown pants suit. She was also wearing a necklace, one with a stone wolf howling at a gold moon. She got it at the gift shop before she left, to remeber her trip. It was really hard to get it, too. The guy working there, a native american coyote, told her that it wasn't for sale, claiming it was a skinwalker's charm. Amy figured that a 'skinwalker' must have been some guy who would step on your back to help one relax back in the day. Some haggling and one $2000 dollar check later, the coyote gave in. Before she left, he warned her that she will regret buying the charm once she's under the full moon. As Amy thought back to that, she noticed that the moon was full right at that very moment.
Suddenly, she started feeling very warm. She felt like she was baking, which was odd because it was actually quite cool out. She noticed the lake next to the road and decided to splash some water on her face. She kneeled down and cupped some water in her hands. The cool liquid dripped down her face, making it feel a bit cooler. But then she looked at her reflection in the water and found a horrifying sight. Her short, black fur was turning gray and shaggy. She looked at her face, as her rounded ears started to grow pointed, and her short mouth started to grow into a longer, canine muzzle. Her eye were changing colour too, turning from baby blue to bright yellow. Amy turned away, not wanting to look at this anymore.
"Must have just been a trick of the light." Amy told herself, eyes closed. When she opened them, she looked at her tail, which was shortening and turning gray. Then Amy realized somthing: this is what the guy ment by the full moon! A skinwalker wasn't some sort of masseuse; it was some kind of native american werewolf! She knew she had to take it off, but when she looked at her hands, they had become feral paws; her fingers morphed into toes and her thumbs moving up her arm to become dewclaws. She tried in vain to use these to knock off the necklace, but paws aren't any good without fingers and thumbs. Tears started to stream from Amy's eyes, not knowing what to do.
Another wave of heat throbbed in her upper body. Her muscles swelled, causing her shirt to explode into peices of fabric. With that, the straps of her bra snapped and it fell to the gravel on the side of the road. She looked at her chest and felt it with her paws. Nothing. The massive melons that she had since puberty were gone! She couldn't even feel the nips, which were moving south (if you catch my drift). All that was left was some shaggy fur. For her, this was the straw that broke the camel's back.
"Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she shouted, which slowly morphed into a howl. She noticed this. She tried speaking agian, but all that escaped her new muzzle was whimpering sort of howl. Before she could even fully process this, her mind was taken over. The sentient thoughts were being pushed out and replaced with more primal thoughts: hunt, kill, eat, repeat. The new mind set greeted the world with an angry snarl.
Her mind soon turned to the trappings around her legs. She hooked the elastic of her pants and panties with her new claws and ripped them off her body. She whimpered as her back and legs snapped as the bones changed to suit a four-legged frame. She feel down on all fours, the final changes coming into play. Now a fully feral wolf, she howled at her new master: the full moon.
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A few minutes later, a tow tuck pulled up in front of the car. The driver, a squirrel named Ray, stepped out. He didn't see the driver anywhere.
"Hello?" he called out. "I'm here to take care of your car. Hello?!?" On the side of the road next to the car, he found torn peices of clothes all around. He didn't have a good felling about what this could mean. After all, you don't know what can happen on these roads late at night. "Dear god, I hope she's just in heat." Ray whispered to himself. He saw some foot prints leading to the lake. He decided to track them. At one point, he got down to the ground. He found a strand of black fur in one of the prints.
Suddenly, he heard some very loud snarling. He looked up and found himself staring at a big feral wolf, right in the eyes! Amy looked at him and thought only one thing: prey. Ray ran back to his truck, screaming. He locked the doors of the truck and breathed a sigh of relief....until Amy jumped up onto the hood, fangs glinting in the moon light!
"Oh shit!" he shouted, turning his key and pressing his foot down as hard as he could on the gas pedal. The sudden movement of the truck caused Amy to slip off, not having any grip on the smooth hood of the vehicle. She watched the truck (and the squirrel inside) speed off into the night. She jumped up onto the roof of what used to be her car and howled yet agian, letting all nearby that this was her territory. At least, untill sun up.....................