call for desperate measures

"Do you have any other ideas?" grumbles Reon "I have enough trouble getting used to the idea of never seeing my feet again. I'd rather not be chained to someone either"

You think "Fine..." You finally say. "But if I end up becoming a blimp like you, you're to blame."

Reon crosses his arms as best he can "Fine. Just get over here before this chain gives me a rash."

You climb onto the blob of a wolfs belly, your hoofs sinking in up to your knees. You turn your head away and hold your arm out, which Reon takes a nice bite of. The lycanthropy flowing through your veins heals the bite just as you look back at it.

Almost instantly, the change begins to take effect. Grey fur grows all over you, your six limbs go back to four, your ears turn pointed and your face lengthens. The ring in your nose pops out almost instantly with a pop. Eventually, the change completes. You run your tounge over the new set of fangs.

"See?" Reon asked, with a childish tone in his voice "Now that wasn't so bad, was it, little boy?"

Written by Ziggy-Cabbit

Reon makes you leader.

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