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Full-Moon Auto | Fang To Werewolf TF
Fang The Sniper hummed a triumphant tune to himself as he pulled back up to his hideout on his hovercraft, known as The Marvelous Queen. As he stopped in front of the ramshackle house he was squatting in for the time being, the violet jerboa laughed haughtily and hopped off his beloved hovercraft, then proceeded to snag a sparkling, spherical gem from the floorboard. Said gem was one he’d been paid an arm and a leg to steal from some old cave. Supposedly it was magical or something, but Fang never believed in that crap. But hey, whatever buys him dinner for that night.
Fang chuckled again at another job well done, then strutted inside the hideout, the old floorboards creaked pathetically under his boots.
Fang then set the gem in a burlap sack on a table, then tied it closed. Had to keep it safe from the dust in this cabin after all. And after finishing that up, he turned around and narrowed his eyes at the darkness of his current accommodations. The full moon outside provided some light to the shabby shelter, but not enough for Fang’s liking.
“…Need to get some-damn-place with working lights after I get paid.” Fang huffed as he strode over to a barebones couch and flopped onto it. The Sniper reclined back against the arm and crossed his legs, staring up at the ceiling. Fang knew he should probably be going to bed right now, as it was starting to get late at night, but he wasn’t tired at all. Not only was he still riding off the thrill of completing a job, but his heart was leaping at the thought of the payment for said job.
…Plus his stomach was beginning to rumble.
Groaning in annoyance, Fang shifted himself into a normal sitting position and stood back up.
“Do I even have anything to eat?” Fang mumbled to himself as he began to look around the cabin for something to eat.
To his surprise, he would find something; a frozen, microwaveable chili dog. Granted, it had defrosted completely, and Fang didn’t really like chili dogs all that much, but the jerboa felt like he could eat an entire horse at the moment.
Fang pondered why he was so hungry all of a sudden as he haphazardly wrenched the chili dog out of the packaging and greedily scarfed it down. Fang then stopped and stood motionless as he began to realize just how he ate that chili dog.
He ate it like a wild-damn-animal, like he didn’t have a classy bone in his body. Fang’s eyes slowly were drawn over the sack where that gem was contained.
“…Must’ve…Must’ve been a lot hungrier than I thought.” Fang tried to reason with himself. He had skipped meals in the past in order to focus on work…but he couldn’t remember doing it today… He must just be misremembering the day. Yeah, that’s it.
Fang went back over to the couch and laid back down on it. Though unlike last time, he struggled to get comfortable. The couch itself was already low-quality, but there was just something…wrong. Fang’s fur began to bristle, he clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut. He groaned as he tossed and turned. It felt like there was something deep inside him…something nagging, picking away at his insides, trying to gain his attention.
Eventually though, Fang managed to somewhat get used to the feeling. His body began to relax a bit…
…But it would all be ruined when a sudden jolt of pain shot throughout his entire body. Fang’s eyes darted open as his body tensed up in response.
Fang let out an angered growl as he stood back up. The universe had spoken, he was just not going to sleep tonight. And as the jerboa looked around for something to do, the feeling of something wrong just kept bothering him. His discomfort only continued to grow. Fang rocked back and forth on his paws repeatedly, groaning and scratching at his fur from it all…
Fang eventually found himself sitting at the table again, staring angrily at the sack that laid on it. That stupid gem couldn’t be magic! This was all just a coincidence…
…Right…?
Fang’s eyes slowly drifted towards the window, then towards the full moon in the sky. Fang wasn’t the type of mobian to appreciate nature or anything like that, not unless it involved him getting paid…but something about that moon…it captivated him. He just couldn’t take his eyes off of it. And while he was watching, the gem inside the bag began to glow so brightly that the bag couldn’t contain it. Fang finally managed to pry his eyes away from the moon and look in horror at the bag…
“N-No fucking way…” Fang huffed, his blood running cold. He looked back up at the full moon, then back at the bag…he then recalled the shape of the gem…
“Oh…Oh no…!”
Another jolt of pain his Fang. His body tensed up and began to twitch. The soon-to-be-ex-Jerboa let out a grunt of pain as he felt his teeth beginning to grow longer and sharper. Another fang began to slink out of his upper jaw, joining his already existing one.
Fang growled and fell to his knees. He tensed his body as hard as he could, trying with all his might to resist the transformation.
“Grrrrgh-! I’m going to kill that bastard-!” Fang grunted, thinking of the person who hired him. “Why didn’t he warn me-eEEEE?!” Fang’s speech was cut off by his snout suddenly beginning to grow, along with that, his ears began to reshape, losing their rectangular form in favor of a long, triangular one.
Fang let out another pained growl. He clutched his head tightly in an attempt to mitigate the pain, but unfortunately, that didn’t work. His head began to twitch and thrash about as Fang’s body spasmed. This ended up knocking his hat off in the process.
“Shit-! Ugh-!” Fang’s head was swimming with panic. Despite his resistance, Fang knew there was nothing he could do…this wasn’t something he could outwit or run from…What was happening to him was already inside him.
Fang’s attention was then drawn to a pricking sensation in his fingers and toes. Fang groaned and held his hands in front of his face…there he could see pointed shapes beginning to push against the leather of his gloves…Fang looked down towards his boots next, and while he couldn’t see the same shapes yet, Fang knew what was going on.
He was growing claws.
“Urrrgh-! No-!” As the claws continued to strain against his boots and gloves, another wave of pain shot through Fang’s tail. The jerboa slowly heaved himself back to a standing position and looked over his shoulder at his tail.
The fur on it was beginning to grow wildly, and the tail itself began to thicken while losing its dexterity, rendering it more wolf-like than anything.
“M-My tail-!?” Fang shouted, quickly gripping it with one of his hands, and as he did, his fingertips finally ripped through the tips of his gloves, which immediately took his attention. All the while the pressure in his boots continued growing.
Fang’s breath began to grow quicker and lighter as his panic began to mount, he began to feel lightheaded as he watched his body continue changing. The rest of his fur began to grow out just like it did on his tail, changing into a darker, nearly black purple as it grew, and as Fang’s fur finished growing, the same pains began reaching his limbs.
Fang fell onto his ass as he let out his loudest cry of pain yet. He watched as his arms and legs began to swell, the muscle and fat growing right before his eyes. The slack in his gloves went away more and more as his hands grew. Along with that, thick, leathery pads began to grow from his palms and fingers. (They also grew on his paws, but he didn’t notice that at the moment.) Finally, his gloves couldn’t take the strain anymore, and the gloves burst off, falling to the ground uselessly. The metal plates on the backs flew off, hitting the walls and making sizeable dents upon impact.
“Auggggh-! My hands-!” Fang clutched his head again as his body continued swelling with muscle, he hunched over as his midsection grew right through his belt. The buckle clinked several times as it bounced along the floor.
Fang began to instinctively growl again, his spine jolted again, nearly causing him to fall to all fours, but Fang managed to support himself on the table. By this point, the strain on his boots had reached monumental levels, and the tops of them were already beginning to rip as his legs grew through them and reformed. Fang’s heels lifted off the ground as his paws continued to grow and his claws kept sharpening.
Looking down, Fang could see the fronts of his boots beginning to bulge out, and soon enough, the fronts would start to rip open, and quickly afterwards, the rest of his boots would tear apart, leaving the werewolf completely naked.
Fang’s groans of pain and pleading for it all to stop soon devolved into nothing but feral, hungry growling. The werewolf once known as Fang let out a loud howl at the moon outside the window, then launched itself through it, landing on all fours. It let out a snarl, sniffing the air for any nearby food…and upon getting the scent of meat, it bounded off in that direction, ready for a night of hunting.
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