Werepyre

Dracula sinks his teeth into your flesh and you begin to drift off into a haze, you see the world spinning in front of you from the loss of blood, until you are inside your own mind, your body outside is unconcious, then, you hear dracula speaking to you through your mind and you are in a dark room, wearing nothing but a loincloth. He comes in the form of a bat and stands in front of you. "Yes! your body is decent and well built, you must have been a very strong wolf, stronger than my current host, it's no wonder you could resist that fool countess bathory." In the darkroom he sinks his teeth into your flesh. Your veins expand and you feel yourself becoming more and more feral, your surrendering to your wolf self that you had long ago tamed. Dracula smirks a devilish smile. You roar overtaken by your feral instincts. Your body grows larger and more muscular, you recoiled on all four on the floor, your muzzle destorts to something resembling a bat and your teeth become sharper. Finally you grow two humongous leathery bat wings. You now serve as the vessel for dracula.

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