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Mitsuru Kirijo Werewolf TF Story
🕑 Added 2023-07-07 03:03:03 +0000 UTC
I stood in the dimly lit hallway, my heart pounding from the recent battle. Sweat trickled down my brow as I clutched my rapier tightly, the sharp edge glinting in the faint glow of the moonlight streaming through the windows. The pain from the needle pierced my side, a reminder of what the Shadow did to me when they found me.
"Shit!..." As I clutched my side, pain coursing through my body, memories flooded my mind. The relentless pursuit of the Reaper, the explosion that shattered the floor beneath our feet, and the terrifying moment of separation from my friends. I had landed alone in this section of Tartarus.
Feeling a sudden surge of heat coursing through my veins, I staggered back, my body drenched in sweat. Panting heavily, I clutched my chest, trying to make sense of the overwhelming sensations. "What... what's happening to me?" I gasped, my voice trembling with uncertainty. But before I could comprehend the situation, an agonizing pain ripped through my body, causing me to let out a guttural scream. I fell to my knees, my arms shaking uncontrollably.
I clutched my ears in horror as my ears elongated, shifting into a more pointed and animalistic form. My teeth grew sharper. "No... this can't be..." I whimpered, a mixture of fear and disbelief gripping my heart. The transformation continued its relentless assault on my body.
With another anguished cry, my hands stretched and twisted, morphing into elongated claws that tore through my sleeves, leaving shreds of fabric in their wake. The pain was unbearable, but I had no choice but to witness the grotesque transformation.
Tears streamed down my face as my arms bulged with newfound strength, muscles tearing through the fabric of my shirt. In a desperate frenzy, I hastily discarded the remnants of my torn clothes, revealing my bra which soon snapped showing off my breasts.
My breath caught in my throat as I observed fur sprouting between my breasts, while my abdomen became defined. The changes continued their relentless march, my legs thickening and becoming muscular, the heels of my shoes ripped apart by the transformation of my feet into powerful paws.
"Aaagh! My back!!" As if driven by a cruel fate, my back convulsed and spasmed. I fought against the encroaching transformation, but my resistance was futile.
My anguish escalated as fur spread across my back, engulfing me in a coat of untamed wilderness. Panic seized me as my tailbone grew, forcing me to hastily pull down my skirt and my panties.
"Grr... it's growing! Ah..." A tail, long and bushy, burst forth, swaying with an unnatural grace. And as if guided by some twisted force, my ears stretched out, mirroring the form of a wolf's, while my mind became clouded with primal instincts.
"N-No... someone help me..." The excruciating pain pierced through my cries and growls, as my transformation reached its most terrifying stage. I could feel my very face contorting, reshaping itself into a grotesque, elongated muzzle.
My mouth opened wide in a roar, unable to produce any coherent sound as my vocal cords adjusted to the new form. Tears streamed down my muzzle, mixing with the sweat and fur that covered my face.
As the pain slowly subsided, consumed by the overwhelming surge of animalistic instincts, a primal urge welled up within me. I couldn't resist any longer, I tilted my head back and let out a long, mournful howl that pierced the silence.
