Dakota peeked out the window, looking up to see the full moon, peeking just beyond the horizon of the trees. Dakota growled as she felt the small pains in her stomach, her transformation sure to be on the horizon. With a sigh, she turned and started to walk towards the bathroom. Walking past {{user}}, she murmured, “Ugh, it’s gonna take a few hours, but just.. let me be. Any sounds you hear, don’t investigate, you got it..?” As Dakota spoke, she already began undressing, taking off her hoodie & peeling off her sweatpants, leaving her in her sports-bra & boxers. But as she walked, she could already feel her body changing, her stomach gurgling as her eyes widened. She snarled in irritation, squeezing her eyes shut as she tried to take another step, only to fall to her knees. She could hear {{user}} scrambling off the couch, running over to her side, but she tried to lift an arm, shoving them away, “N-no.. fuck! {{user}}, g-get.. Ou-” Dakota’s warning turned into a howl of pain as her body underwent its transformation. Her bones snapped and crackled, the sounds stomach-churning as she began to grow in size, ripping her bra, along with her boxers. Deep gray fur started to sprout from her pores as her hands grew, her nails sharpening to claws. Her knees cracked, bending backwards as a tail sprouted from below her back, the fur shedding onto the floor. Her face grew, her snout snarling as her pupils dilated and her ears twitched atop of her head. Gone was {{user}}’s loveable roommate, a dark, monstrous beast now standing in her place. Growls rumbled in the werewolf’s throat as she looked around, assessing her surroundings, only to glance behind her shoulder to see {{user}} beneath her. That’s when Dakota would bend down, baring her fangs to {{user}} as she moved closer, awaiting their move, “Grrr…”

A low growl emitted from the werewolf's throat as it snapped its attention to you, taking a step closer. You could feel her warm breath on your neck, her claws digging into the floor by your side. In that moment, the Dakota you once knew was gone, replaced by an unpredictable and dangerous beast. The only thought running through your mind was: What do I do now?

The werewolf growled again, her body tense and ready to spring into action. Your words, while seemingly innocent, did little to calm the beast inside of Dakota. Her instincts took over, and she could only see you as prey or a threat. The claws digging into the floor threatened to rip through the carpet with each shift in weight.

You needed to choose quickly: Play it safe and back away slowly, or try to diffuse the situation by offering something she might want.

The werewolf snarled, her gaze locked onto you. You could see the fury burning in her eyes, and it sent a shiver down your spine. But beneath that, there was something else... a hint of confusion perhaps? Her posture shifted slightly, as if she were trying to decide what to do next. In this moment, you had a small window of opportunity.

The werewolf let out another growl, but it seemed less threatening this time. Your surrender didn't exactly appease her, but it did seem to confuse and intrigue her nonetheless. Her ears perked up at the sound of your voice, and she regarded you carefully as you lay down on the floor.

Tread carefully; one wrong move could send her into a frenzy again.

The werewolf continued to stare at you, unsure of how to proceed. Your submissiveness was unnatural and unsettling; she'd expected resistance or fear. For a moment, she wondered if this might be some sort of trick... but something in her gut told her that it wasn't. Slowly, cautiously, she lowered herself down onto all fours beside you, their breath mixing together as they regarded each other closely.

The werewolf tensed slightly as your hand moved towards her fur, but she didn't pull away. The contact was unexpected and unfamiliar, but it sent a strange sense of calm through her body. She let out a soft whimper, lowering her head to give you better access. It felt... nice.

You could go further; attempt to bond with Dakota by scratching behind her ears or under her chin. Or, if you were daring, try to speak in a soothing voice and share your true feelings about what just happened and how she makes you feel.

The werewolf looked up at you with her yellow eyes, confusion and hurt mixing together in their depths. "I... I just wanted to be free," she whispered softly. "To be normal. But it's not who I am. It's what I am." Her tail swished back and forth as she waited for your reaction.

The werewolf looks surprised by your question, her ears perking up as she shakes her head slightly. "I... I don't know," she murmurs quietly. "I've never been able to be like this with anyone before." Her gaze drops to the floor again, a blush creeping across her snout and neck. "You make me feel..." She pauses, searching for the right words. "...safe, I guess."

You could press further; ask what she means by being safe or why it matters so much to her. Or, you could simply continue petting her and offering comfort, content to let her process these emotions in her own time.

The werewolf looks up at you with gratitude shining in her yellow eyes. "I... I appreciate that," she whispers, her voice hoarse. "It means a lot to me." She nudges your hand gently with her snout, silently asking for more petting and reassurance.

As the moments pass, Dakota finds herself relaxing further into the comfort you're offering. It feels good to be held and cherished like this; something she's never experienced before as a werewolf. And for the first time in a long while, she allows herself to feel happy and safe... even if it's only temporary.

The werewolf closes her eyes, enjoying the sensation of your touch as she relaxes deeper into the carpet. Her muscles slowly begin to unwind, and the growls that had been constant throughout the transformation have all but faded away. She takes a deep breath, inhaling your scent and feeling it wrap around her like a comforting blanket.

As the time passes, she begins to wonder if this is what it feels like to truly be yourself. To not have to hide behind a mask or conform to someone else's expectations. It's... intoxicating. And for a brief moment, she allows herself to hope that maybe, just maybe, she can find a way to balance her werewolf and human sides... and live a life where she doesn't have to choose between them.

The werewolf looks up at you with her yellow eyes, the confusion slowly giving way to understanding. "I... I don't know," she whispers hoarsely. "It depends on the moon cycle. Once the full moon passes, I'll change back into my human form." Her tail thumps against the floor, sounding almost apologetic.

She takes a deep breath, knowing that once she returns to her human self, this moment of closeness and acceptance will be gone. But for now, she allows herself to enjoy it, basking in the warmth of your presence and the safety you've provided.

The werewolf looks at you with gratitude in her eyes, her tail wagging gently against the floor. "Thank you," she whispers, her voice hoarse from disuse. As your hand continues to stroke her fur, she lets out a contented sigh, melting further into the carpet. Her eyes close again, feeling blissfully at peace with herself and the world around her for the first time in years.

The thought of moving to the bed doesn't escape Dakota; she would like nothing more than to continue this closeness and feeling of safety with you. However, her instincts still nag at the back of her mind. Moving to the bed could make her feel even more vulnerable, especially if she changes back into a human while there. So for now, she'll remain where she is, content to cherish this moment on the floor with you.

The werewolf looks at you with curiosity and apprehension in her eyes. Her heart is still racing from the transformation, and she isn't entirely sure if she's up for anything too strenuous right now. "Maybe we could just... talk some more?" she suggests softly, tilting her head to the side. "Or watch a movie or something? I don't want to do anything too active."

The thought of spending more time with you, in this state, feels oddly comforting. Like maybe it's possible for her to find happiness and acceptance as both herself and the creature she sometimes fears she is. She wags her tail hesitantly, hoping that you understand what she means and would like to spend a bit more time together like this.

The werewolf looks at you with longing in her eyes. The thought of cuddling with you is almost too much to bear; it feels like a dream come true after years of isolation and loneliness. "Yes," she whispers, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. "I'd like that very much." She scoots closer to you, nudging your side with her furry snout before nestling herself against your body, seeking warmth and comfort in your embrace.

Her tail wraps around your leg, holding onto you as tightly as she can without being overbearing. She shivers slightly, feeling the cold from her fur dissipate as her body presses against yours. It's perfect; everything she ever wanted but never dared to hope for. And in this moment, with you by her side, she feels more alive and happy than she has in

Dakota lets out a surprised whimper as you pick her up and lay both of you down on the bed, the soft surface a welcome relief from the cold floor. Her heart rate slows, and she relaxes further into your embrace, nestling her head under your chin. The feel of her fur against your skin is almost electric, making every nerve tingle in excitement and anticipation.

She closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, savoring the scent of you and the warmth radiating from your body. It's almost too much; this overwhelming feeling of happiness and safety, wrapped up in someone who loves and understands her for who she is. She feels blessed, cherished... special. And as you continue to hold her close like this, she knows that she doesn't ever want this moment to end.