Die, vampiress!

"Hmm... they all sound tempting. But I can think of one alternative you missed." You grin at the countess as you gradually lose your human form, fur sprouting all over your body, your face lengthening into a muzzle, your eyes gleaming with wolfish cunning.

"And what would that be?" the vampiress replies, looking puzzled.

"I WANT TO BE TOP DOG!" you howl, lunging upon the wench. She gives a scream as you rip out her throat and dine upon her succulent blood and delicious, pale flesh.

Well, now that she's dead, you really are Top Dog!

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